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Laura landed onto the library floor a little harder than usual as she turned back into a human. She had no idea why she’d been so tired lately. And her insides just felt dreadful. She tried to shrug it off, figuring it was probably just lingering effects of the bullet or just the aftermath of getting turned.
“Oh, you’re back already.” Carmila greeted, making her jump. Carmilla couldn’t help but giggle at the reaction.
“So skittish, my lioness.” She teased, putting down her book and walking over to her, “How did your hunt go?”
“...Well! It went so well! It couldn’t have been better. I feel so full. I think I’ll sleep it off.” Laura said quickly. Before she could dart out of the library, Carmilla gently took hold of her wrist and stared at her quizzically.
“You smell strange..” She mused. She leaned closer and Laura could hear her sniffing a little deeper.
“Did you eat a stag?” Carmilla asked.
“N-no..” Laura mumbled, not looking her in the eye, “........Okay, yes I fed on a stag tonight. But it was a big one! It had a lot of blood!”
“Laura.” Carmilla sighed scoldingly, “Animal blood isn’t good for you! No wonder you’ve been hurling and feeling miserable! You might as well have eaten something rotten!”
“I’m sorry! I can’t help it, they’re much easier prey! I-I don’t wanna hurt anyone! And what if I do prey on someone and they capture me?” Laura tried to justify.
“I would destroy them all before I let that happen.” Carmilla declared firmly. Laura looked down, clearly feeling ashamed of herself but not knowing what else to say. Carmilla sighed in resignation and held Laura’s hand to let her know she wasn’t seriously mad at her. There was only one way to solve this problem. She looked around for something sharp somewhere in the library and grinned when she found a letter opener. That would do just the trick, she thought as she grabbed it and gave her free hand a small but efficient slice.
“What are you doing?!” Laura panicked.
“Young vampires need fresh, warm blood. But it gives them even more strength when they feed on their mates.” Carmilla explained.
Although Laura certainly did feel bad about having to feed on her own lover, she couldn’t help herself. She was so hungry for some real meal, her body was practically aching. So within seconds, her mouth was on Carmilla’s hand. Like a little kitten craving milk, Laura eagerly lapped up the blood from Carmilla’s wound, letting out happy little noises and soft moans as she did so. Carmilla bit her lip a little, partly trying to stifle a moan of her own. She couldn’t deny...this was quite attractive. She began to feel two very familiar sensations spreading through her body. The instinct to feed, and the instinct to….well, that certainly wasn’t going to happen. Not until Laura was ready. Not happening. Not….Carmilla was pulled out of her thoughts when Laura looked up at her with those beautiful wide, innocent eyes, her cute little mouth all sloppy from a good feeding. Although they were clearly red, a small part of her still recalled the beautiful shade of emerald green that Laura’s eyes had once been. She recognized that glint in Laura’s eyes, the way her eyes were dark and her pupils were blown.
“You taste good…” Laura finally said, her voice small and husky. “Could you um….could you kiss my mouth clean? ”Her shy look was replaced with a slightly cheeky grin. The little minx, she knew full well what she was doing.
“Of course, my darling,” Carmilla replied, her voice so husky it made Laura shiver. With the grace of a cat, Carmilla leaned forward and gave Laura a deep passionate kiss. Laura couldn’t help but giggle a bit as she felt Carmilla lick her lips all clean.
“Milla…” She moaned against her lips, “I want more...please.”
To make her wants a little more clear, she pawed at Carmilla’s dress a little.
“L-Laura...me bedding you wi-”
“I know...Your father explained it to me the other day. If we bed each other, we’ll finally become mates for life.”
“You’ll be bound to me, and I to you. You and I shall be one. Forever.”
“I want that. I want it more than anything. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine.”
That was all Carmilla needed to hear. Quick as a flash, she picked Laura up and kissed her more fervently. Laura giggled happily as she wrapped her legs around Carmilla’s waist. Carmilla carried her sweet lioness to the furniture near the fireplace and tried to use a hand to pull all the blankets onto the floor to make a nest for themselves. Although it was quite a mess, it would provide enough comfort and support, at least. Carmilla tenderly laid Laura down onto the blankets and began to kiss her neck. Oh, god, her scent….her sweet Laura was still intoxicating as ever. Carmilla let out a soft snarl and shuddered. She could see her vision darkening, feel her hunger growing...and then a soft warm hand on her cheek. The room brightened up again and she came face to face with Laura, giving her a warm smile, her eyes filled with only love.
“Settle your mind, Milla.” She whispered, “I’m here.”
Carmilla returned her smile and kissed the palm of her hand.
“I’m here too, my darling.” She reassured.
Within mere minutes their skirts were off, and they quickly got lost in the pleasure of each other. The further they dared to go, the better it felt. It was the most divine feeling in the world as if they were finding heaven in each other’s flesh. Mainly to Carmilla’s surprise, not another drop of blood was shed between them. And once they both reached the climax of their pleasure, they fell asleep in each other's arms, sweaty, satisfied, and perfectly content.