Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of Vampires ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four

 

“I-I'm not sure. Why do you ask?” Maria stammered. She was starting to get nervous. She knew she started to care in some faximily of the word for Safiria, but she wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at.

 

“Well, I'll just take a look, shall I?” The vampire asked, dropping her arm and advancing on her. After she had come within contact with the Guardian, she reached back, worked her hands under her shirt and felt up and down her back. A surge of some strange pleasure sensation ran up Maria's back. Playfully, the red-dressed Safiria lightly raked her nails down Maria's back, loosening her nerves.

 

“I'm starting to get slightly nervous.” Maria stated to blatently obvious. They were the same height, Safiria and Maria. The vampress continued to work her hand up and down her “guest's” back, trying to figure out if she was making some kind of romantic impact on her.

 

“You should relax some. You'd be surprised what a little streach could do for you. They work wonders. Here. Like this.” She pretended to streach out her neck, but instead, inched closer to kiss Maria. The Guardian stood her ground. She was trying to asses Safiria's intentions. Maybe she should have started assesing earlier.

 

The vampire pressed her lips firmly against Maria's. She pulled her arms out from under her shirt and placed one on the back of her head, under her seafoam green hair. The other one just idely rubbed up and down Maria's back. Safiria closed her eyes and continued to keep her lips pressed. Although making no inclination to stop the affair, Maria made no inclination to condone the action either.

 

“You should open up some, dear. Expand your horizons a little.” Safiria cooed, pulling away, her eyes still tight shut. Her mouth was not three inches from Maria's. She wanted to stay close. Reluctantly, Maria brought her hands up from her side and grabbed the woman's waist, kissing Safiria. Safiria, allthewhile, was enjoying the entire process. She had never been kissed in her life. No one had known her long enough to get that far, and others that did, ran at the first mention that she was a vampire. She never had the time for a steady relationship.

 

After a time, Safiria pulled away and walked to the door. She drew up a chain she wore around her neck. It had a gold key on the end. She used it to lock up the door, throwing it somewhere behind her. The black-haired beauty gave her partner the `come and get me' look and walked away from the door. Maria followed, walking slightly faster then the leader. After a bit of “running away”, the woman in the red dress sat on her bed and looked into her “attacker's” eyes. The Guardian then proceeded to sit next to her, taking a firm hold of the woman's shoulders and kissed her again, this time, letting her tongue free. Both Safiria's and Maria's tongue's met midway and started to intermix. While not exactly paying attention, Maria could still taste the irony flavor of her own blood. Even though she was human, she loved it. Maybe it was a `caught up in the moment' pleasure, but she loved it.

 

Intoxicated by each other's presence, they fell over onto their sides, still joined in sensual bliss. The Guardian worked her way up Safiria's back to find the zipper to her dress. She pulled it down slightly, just enough to get her hands in and feel her skin. It was warm. Almost as if her heart still beat. She inhaled, letting the moment into her soul through all available entrances. She could feel all of her undead frame. She could just barely place her hands on her spine. A good sign of physical fitness. The Guardian had difficulting picturing Safiria under her pounds and pounds of garments she wore, but she tried.

 

“Are you sure about this, Maria?” Safiria asked in between Maria's kisses. The Guardian said nothing but began to bite playfully at the vampire's neck. A guesture that Safiria found most amusing and wonderful. She let out a pleasured moan and gripped tighter onto the Guardian's back. Even though her entire nervous system had become almost as dead as she was, she could feel the heat of her lips pressed to her neck. Before anything could continue, there came a knock at the door.

 

“You two have been very quiet up there. Is everything okay? Not like I care, or anything.” Zorbak asked. Safiria spoke so Maria wouldn't stop biting her neck.

 

“Go away Zorbak.”

 

“What the—Did you lock this door! I specifically said not to lock the door!” Maria and Safiria ignored the tiny Moglin's rants and continued on their merry way. Safiria picked Maria's head up and gave her a loving stare.

 

They were, officially, in love with one another. While Maria found the concept odd and slightly disturbing at first, she loved the feelings she had for the woman before her. Safiria opened her mouth, bearing her fangs. She raked them up Maria's neck without piercing the fleash. A surge of pleasure assailed the Guardian's senses. She closed her eyes to take in the pleasure of the moment.

 

“Maria…” Safiria began, giving her a kiss on the lips.

 

“Yes?” The Guardian replied, returning her guesture. There came a slight pause as Safiria massaged her partner's neck lovingly.

 

“Do you love me?” She asked, staring into the Guardian's blood ruby eyes. She smiled, licked her neck and replied in a caring tone.

 

“Always. And forever. My love will never fade. Even if I die. I will love you in death, as you love me in death.”

 

“I kenw it. I knew you loved me.” She righted herself into a sitting position and took down her hair. It fell down past her shoulders and ended just below her lower back. “Just let me slip into something…nicer. You wait here, kitten. I'll be back sweet and soon. I promise.” She stood and walked into an ajoining room.

 

Several moments passed as Maria waited for her lover to return. Those several minutes drug on for days…years even. She longed for Safiria to return. The moment then came. The vampire had emerged from the room. She had removed her heavy gown and was now wearing red silk lingerie.

 

“I've been saving this for years. I'm surprised it's intact. I hope you like it.” Safiria said walking sexily towards the Guardian.

 

“Like it? I love it.” Maria replied, standing to meet her halfway. The Guardian took hold of her face and kissed her lovingly, never missing a beat. Safiria, still locked in the lover's exchange, walked back towards the bed. While Maria sat down, the Vampire wrapped her legs around her waist, still kissing Maria. Her breasts were pressed firm to Maria's and she could feel the Guardian's heartbeat through both of their bodies. This was a warm and welcome feeling for one so long dead. It made her feel alive again. Less hated.

 

“Do you think of me often, dearest?” the living one asked. “Do you dream of me?”

 

“All the time.” The undead one responded. “I dream of you when I dream. What do I do in your dreams, sweetheart?” Safiria continued. Maria chuckled.

 

“What all suade kittens do, dearest. On hands and knees…” She started, inhaling the sensual perfume the vampire had put on. “You lap up the milk of me.” She continued, feeling the weight of her partner on her lap. “And we purr, dearest. Like dragonflies buzzing around frog's bellies.” She had finished, putting her tongue into her partner's mouth.

 

Safiria pushed Maria into a lying position on the bed and went to a kneel. She was now squatted over Maria, looking down lovingly at her. Tonight, she would become lonely no more.

 

With dignaty and grace. The vampire reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it drop onto Maria's chest.

 

 

 

 

A\N: Well, that's it! I tossed out the last two chapters because Fanfiction.net does not accept hentai fiction! But fear not! I shall repost this on Mediaminer.org, complete, unedited and unabridged! Check there for the full story, and see how far Maria and Safiria's love will go! Plus, there will be a real ending. Not a crappy cliffhanger.