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Velvette smiles up at Carmilla from beneath her lashes and flicks her tongue gently up the older woman’s thigh.
“I know I’ve been giving you shit,” she murmurs lowly, pressing soft kisses to Carmilla’s clothed legs in between her words. “I’ve been downright awful, haven’t I?”
Carmilla shudders but can’t bring herself to push away.
“You’ve been,” she says hoarsely, “less than agreeable, yes.” She tips her head back as Velvette stands to press hot kisses along her throat. Sitting on the conference table brings here to Velvette’s height and it’s nice to not have to bend down.
“Let me make it up to you,” Velvette breathes hotly into Carmilla’s ear before sliding her hands around to her front and resting against her breasts. Carmilla worries her bottom lip with a fang.
It would be so easy to let the younger girl sink down to her knees and pleasure her…so easy to meet Velvette’s hot, searching mouth with her own.
“Come on now. You’ve been working so hard.”
She had been. Harder than ever before, pulling long hours to ensure that she met the increased demand for weapons in the short few months before the next extermination.
Carmilla swallows. “This…this isn’t a good idea.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“I…I don’t know.”
Velvette presses harder against Carmilla’s chest and the older overlord lets herself be pushed back onto the table. The coolness seeps through her thin top and it feels good against her heated skin.
“Just relax for me. It’s okay.” Carmilla feels nimble hands drag their way down her body and she arches into the touch.
Velvette’s mouth follows the trail her hands blaze across Carmilla’s body.
Carmilla stifles a noise when Velvette slowly undos the buttons of her shirt and kisses the skin revealed.
“You work so hard, Carmilla. You deserve this.” The younger demon murmurs against her skin. “Let someone else hold the reigns for a moment.”
Carmilla can’t suppress the whine when Velvette’s warm mouth finds her tits, sucking and licking with a gentleness she didn’t know the doll possessed.
She whines again.
“Velvette, I—“
“Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay to want this.”
Carmilla closes her eyes and relaxes into the touch, lifting her hips only enough to let Velvette slip the band of her tights beneath her.
“Come here,” Carmilla whispers, one hand curling around the doll’s wrist. A light tug and Velvette shimmies up onto the table to loom above Carmilla.
Carmilla blinks. Only a few lights are on, bathing the room in a warm, dim glow that makes Velvette look more ethereal than any angel she’s ever seen. She’s like a stained glass mosaic come to life, blinking down without any trace of smirk or sneer. Just Velvette.
She’s really pretty like this.
Carmilla tugs her closer. “Kiss me,” she orders softly, and for the first time Velvette listens without a beat of hesitation.
Their kiss is slow, sensual, and when they pull apart Velvette is grinning at her. Not in a manic or vicious way, though—she’s grinning like she’s happy.
“It’s not so bad, huh?” She cocks her head to the side and studies Carmilla. Waiting for her to respond.
“No. It’s not.”
“Do you want more?”
Carmilla pauses before titling her head back and allowing her eyes to slide close.
“Yes.”
The feel of Velvette’s lips on her sternum are enough of an agreement. Her hands are petting down Carmilla’s sides and caressing her hips, pressing firmly but not painfully into the soft flesh.
Carmilla moans, louder than before. She touches her own lips with a few large fingers.
It feels like like they’re tingling. Was it something in her lip gloss? What is just her?
Her train of thought is derailed by the lips resuming their slow crawl up her neck. Carmilla shudders again. She feels Velvette smile against her, nuzzling the space just behind her ear before curling her tongue around the shell, laving it in hot wet circles.
“That’s it darling. Make some more noise for me, yeah?”
Velvette returns to her chest and Carmilla fulfills her request, every light scrape of teeth against her nipples drawing out a soft moan. When those sharp little fangs worry the tender skin of Carmilla’s hip bone, she gasps. She imagines pretty pink hair against her deep purple skin. She wants, no, needs, to see Velvette.
Carmilla opens her eyes.
“Velvette…”
“Carmilla…” The younger woman mumbles against her. Carmilla lifts herself onto her elbows, following the trail of black lip marks until she meets their owner’s gaze.
Velvette is staring at her. Attentively.
Earnestly.
A spike of anxiety cuts through the pleasurable haze. She shifts her weight to reach out and press her fingertips lightly against the other’s collarbone.
“We shouldn’t…”
“But it feels good. You feel good.”
“It wouldn’t be—“
Small arms weave underneath Carmilla’s armpits. Velvette is right in her face and Carmilla can’t look away.
“Something got to you.”
“Nothing. I just…I’ve never seen you look at me like that.”
“Like what?” A frown creases the younger demon’s features. That looks more familiar.
“So genuine.”
Velvette snorts. “And I’ve never seen you lay back and mewl like a kitten. Yet here we are.” She playfully taps Carmilla’s nose. “I am large, I contain multitudes, Carmine. You should know that better than anyone.”
“The poem reference is certainly a surprise.”
“You seem like the type to get all hot and bothered by intellectual bullshit.”
Carmilla can’t help how the edges of her lips quirk upward in amusement.
“You’re something else.”
“That’s not a no.” Velvette flashes her trademark smirk. “If you want more I’ve got a few of the sex scenes from Ulysses memorized, just say the word.”
There’s a beat of silence before Carmilla barks out a laugh, taken aback by Velvette’s apparent knowledge of literature and the sound that just came out of her mouth.
Velvette rolls her eyes. It’s almost affectionate.
“Ya feel better then?”
“Yes,” Carmilla shakes her head and gives the younger woman a small smile. “Sometimes I cannot believe you’re a real person, Velvette.”
“Ditto. Now,” she taps lightly at Carmilla’s chest, “lean back for me and let me continue what I started.”
Carmilla complies without hesitation, enjoying how Velvette’s soft, nimble fingers glide down the arch of her back to meet at her front.
Velvette rubs soothing circles on Carmilla’s hips, her tongue tracing below the older woman’s navel until it meets wetness and Carmilla gasps.
“So wet, Carmilla. Is this all for me?” Velvette teases.
Carmilla flushes, looking away in embarrassment.
“Mmm. It feels nice, doesn’t it?”
Velvette accent curls so deliciously around her words that it makes Carmilla even wetter. Carmilla makes a small noise of agreement that could be classified as a whimper.
“Velvette,” Carmilla breathes, canting her hips towards the younger woman’s face.
“Nuh uh, babes. Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me…” Carmilla tries to ignore the whine creeping into her voice.
Velvette narrows her eyes and coos. “I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” The sincere smile is replaced by Velvette's classic shit eating grin and if Carmilla wasn’t so horny she’d be irritated.
“Show mummy where,” Velvette purrs, enjoying the indigo flush that immediately colors the other overlord’s face. “Show me where I can make you feel good.”
Carmilla steels herself. Her compromising position triggers an uncharacteristic shyness, and she avoids Velvette’s gaze as she drags the smaller overlord’s hand and places it directly on her cunt, just barely pressing the other’s fingertips at her opening.
She can feel herself pulsing, her needy hole threatening to suck as many of Velvette’s slim fingers as it can before she’s able to get the words out.
“You want it here?” Velvette grabs Carmilla’s chin with her free hand, encouraging the older woman to make eye contact.
“Yes.” Carmilla murmurs lowly, enthralled by the doll demon’s matching infernal gaze. She swallows. “Please,” she groans softly, unable to control the way her brows pitch up in need or how her fangs are surely biting into her bottom lip.
Velvette leans in for another kiss, closed mouth but not without affection.
“There you go. That’s a good girl.”
Carmilla sees stars
Nearly all of Velvette’s fingers have easily slipped inside thanks to the thick strands of slick that drip out of her.
Carmilla finally lets out a full-bodied moan, the palm of one large head pressed against her forehead while the other claws at the table beneath.
“Your pussy is squeezing my fingers, you really needed this, didn’t you?” Velvette coos, enjoying how Carmilla clenches harder around her.
“You’re so good, Carmilla,” Velvette continues, leaning to press kisses on the older woman’s soft lower belly. “So hardworking and strong. You deserve to relax.”
Carmilla moans and bucks her hips against the doll demon. “Do you mean that?”
“I do.” Velvette punctuates her affirmations with gentle bites to the older woman’s soft tits. “Mummy wouldn’t lie to you about that.”
Carmilla feels a rush of warmth from her chest to her cunt, gushing over Velvette’s still moving fingers.
Every sense is clouded with Velvette.
Velvette Velvette Velvette.
She can smell her and feel her and hear her gentle words. She needs to taste her. She wants to cum with Velvette as deep in her mouth as possible.
“Kiss me again?” She asks, though there’s a desperate edge to it that sounds more like an order. Velvette obliges, moving her tongue from the overlord’s nipples to slip into her mouth.
There, now she can say she’s full of Velvette and it makes her keen into the younger woman’s mouth. A hand tangles into her hair and tugs lightly, prompting another stream of moans.
Carmilla is close. She can feel it, the way her walls are pulling Velvette’s fingers as deep as possible, the way her hands can’t help but grip the younger woman’s ass to crush her against her own body.
They separate for air and Carmilla whines out words she’ll deny later.
Velvette widens her eyes but continues at the same pace, more determined than ever to make the other finish.
“Cum for me, Carmilla,” she whispers against the others lips. “Cum for me beautiful.”
And Carmilla does, her thighs snapping closed around Velvette’s still moving hand. She arches her body against the younger woman’s and Velvette grips the roots of her hair and tugs a little harder than before. Carmilla is careening off the edge, making a mess of the table and Velvette’s hand but she can’t bring herself to care.
It’s over as soon as it begins, and Velvette slips offs, adjusting her clothes with the snap of a finger.
Carmilla sits up, still naked and wet and looking at Velvette with big, dilated pupils.
Velvette curls a hand on Carmilla’s cheek. “There you are. You’re good now yeah?”
Carmilla blinks a few times, bewildered. “I-yes?” She answers unsurely.
Velvette pats her cheek before turning away to leave, only to be stopped by a large white paw encircling her waist.
She feels warmth on her back and can see strands of white falling over her shoulders out of the corner of her eye.
“Stay.” Carmilla murmurs against the nape of her neck. Velvette shivers, and the atmosphere in the room has shifted.
She pressed her hand over the larger one on her belly, and leans back against the hot body pressed against her.
“Oh what the hell, I could relax for a bit too.”