With midnight firmly past, Sylvie wanted nothing more than to enjoy the comfort of her loving wife. Starting with her iron rich fvor, Sylvie licked in a small circle around Casey’s partly covered breast and then with one swift motion, plunged all four fangs through Casey’s thin skin and held them in pce for a few seconds as Sylvie felt Casey shiver from head to toe.

  Tightly gripping Sylvie’s head in pce, Casey breathed long and hard through her teeth and ran her tongue over the crowns of her own fangs hissing with yearning and deepening need. Immediately after Sylvie pierced her body with her four little holes, Casey was suddenly gd she was holding Sylvie’s hips as she got dizzy and began frantically kissing the top of Sylvie’s blue-gray locks. “All yours…take me…my blood is yours, feed your urges…” Casey shivered and began gyrating her hips against Sylvie’s. “Leave…leave me marked with your delicious holes.” She purred and whispered, “I want you to see your… heavenly work.” While still being suckled for a small stream of blood, Casey had the familiar scent of baked cinnamon apples pass over her. Still light and fuzzy headed with the endorphins that rushed through her with the satisfying feel of Sylvie feeding from her, Casey somehow managed to unzip her lover's shale blue dress to expose Sylvie’s pale shoulders.

  Withdrawing her lips from the little holes on Casey that were providing her a great influx of blood, Sylvie tilted Casey’s chin back and lightly squeezed her mouth into a small pucker, before slowly draining the blood she had left in her mouth into Casey’s. Once the thin line of rustic fluid completed its journey, Sylvie tapped the edge of her tongue over the small draining holes and left the puncture marks so they outlined Casey’s third-eye tattoo. Giving Casey a quick lift from her hips, Sylvie shimmied out of her dress and took a step forward and easily kicked the garment and shoes behind her. “You’re…mmmm…lucky that I have to hold you or I couldn’t stop myself from kissing every inch of your lovely body.”

  With a very slow and lip smacking clearing of her bloodied mouth, Casey whined, "Are you asking my permission?" Then scraped her fangs across Sylvie's bare shoulder, leaving subtle red streaks on her native American silky skin. "I'm not in control here." Casey quipped and walked her vampire nails down the front of Sylvie’s mostly bare chest and stopped her inspection by slipping her fingers just under the edge of Sylvie’s rose ced bra. “If the apples are any indication, you are likely one little….mmm..” Casey moved her fingers and mirror kissed Sylvie’s pretty plump breast and with a gentle yet firm bite stressed Sylvie’s flesh to its breaking limit. With a little twist of her tongue, Casey released what she’d captured a moment prior. “...push.”

  Push. An underrated term given time and experience of two hundred and seventy years should have been on Sylvie's side with reference to her beloved spouse. Nothing was further from the truth. While Sylvie knew and had adapted to the ever changing environment and culture around her, sensuality had never been honed and now cked a certain fir that Casey overflowed with. Lacking the practical knowledge it took her a few seconds for it to set in that the way forward was completely up to her. "I could make you undress yourself." Sylvie teased softly as she listened to Casey meow innocently in response. Taking full advantage of how Casey was wrapped around Sylvie's smaller frame, the elder vampiress found the zipper for Casey's evening gown and slowly worked the metal fastener downward to its limit. Held on Casey's body by a set of thin straps, Sylvie flicked the tiny strings from Casey's shoulders and watched the sheer dress crumple around Casey's waist. “You’d think I would be used to your antics by now missy.” Sylvie chuckled and kissed the tops of Casey’s massive and beautifully formed breasts.

  Holding her admiring gaze firmly, Sylvie slowly sank to her knees to finally give Casey's arms and legs a rest. Regardless of how many nights they'd spent in each other's arms, Sylvie never failed to feel as though a miracle nded right beside her. Comfortably holding Casey on her legs, Sylvie pced twin kisses on her partner's palms and reached for Casey's dress and lifted it from her body. Weaving her hands and fingers down Casey's mostly bare form, Sylvie curled her fingers as she reached Casey's thighs, scratching them ever so lightly. "Casey..." Sylvie called her partner's name shyly. "... Can..."

  Moving her hands from the outline of Sylvie’s brasserie long enough to allow her blue-haired goddess to remove her outer clothing, Casey resumed her gentle teasing of Sylvie's silk and ce covered bust. Having decided to devote blood into the removal of her emotional bond, Casey was finally able to enjoy their quiet moment under infinitely moving stars. Unlike the wonderful woman holding her, Casey had finally come to terms with her radical lifestyle and understanding of love as it flowed from the essence of her mind. Assurance came from the pair of moony eyes currently looking into her unliving soul. "Sylvie..." Casey corrected herself, "My Heart, my Taini. I see the adoration springing from the marvel in your eyes." She kept doing little figure eights with her fingers and finished her thought. "I love you, Taini Miakoda and l...l know I always will." Casey leaned forward and nibbled Sylvie's lip. "Don't be shy, it doesn't fit with us.." Casey began to whisper, "..tell me your dreams so they can come true."

  "My dream? To make love to you the way I wanted to the night I changed you." Sylvie confessed and squeezed Casey's thighs gently. "Our first time, was not out of love but a desire to not.." Sylvie gulped and did her best to breathe, "...let you get taken from me unhappy." Recalling the events of the fateful night with complete crity, Sylvie wanted to melt into Casey but was unsure. "I fought with myself...you unbuttoned your blouse and were going to give..."

  Finally the st bit of the puzzle came out into the fresh air and stopped being an apprehensive secret. Long suspecting that there was more to the heat and fruity scent that evening, Casey let the past stay where it was. "We were just friends and looking at our potential. That wasn't our first time." Casey took Sylvie's hands into her own and id back on her own flight pillow and stretched out like she did that evening. "Taini, Sylvie. Be my best friend and the woman of my dreams."

  "If I please?" Sylvie pyed.

  "No. Just be the only one in my head and heart..." Casey reached behind herself and unhooked her big and tight bra and then dropped the garment off to the side. "...let's make a dream.” Dreams for uplifting spirit and desire were fragments of memory that had never quite meant much to Casey, given that due to her once rebellious and over sexualized lifestyle, she only ever had room for the person she was with in the moment. Taking herself back to the moments before she’d been turned by her lovely wife, Casey recalled that it was in that moment her first dream had actually come true without even realizing it.

  -She took a risk, she wanted you to feel alive. She’s the dream you had for over a year.-