Aroused and lost within her own mix of swirl of blood-fueled passion, Sylvie had iently stayed quiet until her body had stopped tingling to try f words to respond to Casey’s wonderful offer. Gng dht when Casey bowed her head, Sylvie khat her time and whispered to her lover her voice low but full of euphoria, “Casey…Baby.” Sylvie pleaded, “...It’s a fantastic idea and I absolutely love the name, I apologize darling. I was lost in the remnants of your touy bare skin, your lips on my tummy.” Sylvie smiled when Casey looked and seemed to glow as bright as her eyes. “Casey Rivers...” Sylvie pced her hand over her ui, “...You are the one, my everything I am and will ever be.” Sylvie offered one of the gsses of blood for Casey to drink, “I would be hoo be your Inamorata.” It was while Sylvie kept the small river of blood flowing from the gss to Casey’s eager lips, that she had an epiphany. “There you are yourself without a thought of doubt, and it is making my desire boil over. I want to spend my days toug, feeling your skin on mialking to you about nothing and everything. It all keeps ing back to how much desire I have to just be in your presence.” Sylvie warmly added, “You are all I desire. You are ‘My Desire.’ Sylvie put the gss oable and urged Casey to stand and looked straight into Casey’s glowing eyes. “Your Inamorata wants you to be her Desire.” Sylvie said it one final time while she cupped Casey’s cheeks. “Be My Desire.”
Overwhelmed with the myriad of feelings that rushed out of her mind and through her body like fmes ing dry leaves, Casey slowly sank back to her knees and once agai before Sylvie. “Taini…Yes…” She properly set her hands ohighs and gratefully peered into Sylvie’s full moon irises. “...I am and always will be…yours…” She gulped and the rush of fire in her body tripled ihroat a waves of passion and pain across her nerve endings. “...Your Desire, Inamorata.” Tender and with a hint of sinfulness, Casey let her eyelids drift closed and parted her lips. “Inamorata…” Casey purred, “...teach me…instruct me how to properly use this ir of blood.” She quieted herself and lusciously stuck her psma-smeared to for Sylvie.
“A little wider, My Desire. I want you to experiehe vitality as it cools in the air. This a touch…” Sylvie held the gss uhe fountain until blood rahe gss and down her hand. Dripping the tantalizing life force across Casey’s thighs and spttering her cheeks with the runoff, Sylvie held the gss high and poured it as sloossible. “Don’t move. Let yourself feel its crisp flow tantalize the burn.” When a few thick drops spshed on Casey’s shoulders, Sylvie stopped her little torrent of blood and reached down and drew a rose from the excess sptter. “A rose for my Desire. Open your eyes and tell me what you think of your body art.”
Entranced by the experience of air-cooled blood stig to her throat, Casey swayed saucily and snickered aantly opened her eyes. “Inamorata? I must report..” Casey shivered and chuckled more, “...report that your delicious gift left a honeyed, sticky and very cold tickle behind. Absolutely delicious…” Casey paused to swallow more blood and then finished, “...brittle like it oxidized, Inamorata. Your humble Desire thanks you for her treat.” Casey felt her cheeks begin burning from the slight of herself in a way her pride would normally rebel against. She turned her head and took a whiff of the blood-rose on her shoulder. “Your apple-sted fingers meshed with its magism…rouses Your Desire’s o please.” Casey reached up and held Sylvie’s hand. “Cim my blood…” She mewled and slightly tilted her head. “...If you are pleased with Your Desire, please feed…let me nourish my darling Inamorata.”
Dangerously close to taking Casey up on her loving offer, Sylvie bent over and pced a blood lip print on Casey’s neck. “Let that dry, My Desire.” Sylvie purred tently, “I shall take you up on that offer a little ter, My Desire.” Sylvie reached down and scooped Casey into her arms, then kissed her firmly on her lips sharing the viscous fluid between them. “Pampering is in your immediate future, My Desire.”
Casey ed her arms around Sylvie’s ned started dangling her feet pyfully as she was carried over to one of the Chesterfield chaise lounges a down like a treasured doll. Resuming her role, Casey stopped pying a pletely still and stayed in the same position as Sylvie put her in. “Inamorata, is there something you wish me to do?” Casey softly asked.
“Ah, My Desire. You are such a good girl.” Sylvie swaggered back over to the table with the blood fountain and swiped her fihrough the hot liquid and sucked her finger . “Delicious as are you, My Desire.” Sylvie turned and blew Casey a blood-caked kiss and rubbed her palms hungrily. “You may get fortable, but be sure to hang your hair over the back of the lounge.” Sylvie watched as Casey followed her and and then turned back to the table, bent down arieved a medium-sized copper bowl a oable. “Ahhh, You are positioned as perfect as you are, love.” Filling the bowl nearly to the top, Sylvie tossed one of the sponges into the bowl and watched it sink as she refilled her lover’s brandy gss. “This might take a bit of time, My Desire. So feel free to drink and talk with me.” Sylvie gracefully made her way back to Casey and handed her the gss before straddling her hips. “Kiss me, My Desire. Make me see stars with your luscious lips.”
Although Casey had kissed Sylvie many times i few days, this time was a touch different and made her stomach erupt with the feeling of a hummingbird buzzing its wings as it drank from a flower. Pride in doing a fantastic job for her Inamorata pushed to the forefront of her mind and she kly what she had to do. It took all of her willpower not to cave into Sylvie’s shapely lips and in that e dah all of her heart to make Sylvie as happy as possible.
-Do it Rivers, No fear, no worry…only the woman that has you pletely.-
Calmly Casey set the gss on the floor then crossed her arms across her big chest and whispered to Sylvie. “Inamorata, Since I am your desire, I think you should e to me.” Casey went so far as to lean up and make her hair float around her heart-shaped face. “You’ve already climbed oake that st step and kiss-” A sudden rush of relief aement jumped from her heart the sed she felt her mouth snap shut and her body surrender pletely to Sylvie. Envisioning a set of unbreakable ropes that extended across her body, Casey sidered herself a precious por puppet that Sylvie moved with a simple whim.
