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was nothing like warm blood from a mortal's vein. With the gathering of the world's most powerful vampires in New Delhi, she didn't know when she'd next get to enjoy warm blood.
She moved in slowly, giving Liz a chance to change her mind. Liz only nodded and shifted in her seat, leaning her head back to expose her neck. Victoria would have been just as happy feeding from her arm, but if Liz was offering her neck, she wouldn't refuse. That was the prime spot for feeding.
Victoria ran her tongue along her fangs as she enjoyed Liz's scent. She slowly penetrated the flesh between the neck and shoulder. Liz winced and let out a tiny cry as she flinched, but then whatever pain and discomfort she felt vanished as just the opposite took hold.
Victoria's eyes dilated and turned red as the warm nectar coursed through her. She fed slowly, enjoying the moment and the sensation. Liz, despite her best efforts, began to whimper and moan. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she settled on gripping Victoria's shoulder and hip.
As always, the vampire was in complete control. Never once in her four centuries did she ever harm a mortal from feeding. Not every vampire could say that. She was acutely aware of Liz beneath her. Her quickened breaths, frenzied pulse, even the sweat beading on her forehead. It was entirely possible to enjoy a feeding, enjoy the mortal companionship, and not hurt them.
Liz squeezed Victoria's shoulder tightly and bit her lip. It wouldn't be long before Liz climaxed. Victoria considered pushing further, a show of gratitude for Liz taking care of her the past seventeen hours. She doubted Liz would mind at all. But there were probably a million reasons why she shouldn't turn the comely flight attendant into a quivering pile of mush in the middle of the empty airplane.
She withdrew her fangs and held the back of Liz's neck. Liz sighed, a mix of contentment and disappointment, as Victoria ran her tongue over the tiny wounds. The gesture made Liz shiver, but there was nothing sexual in Victoria's movements. The vampire's saliva healed the punctures, not even leaving a scar. The only trace that Victoria was even there was a tiny bit of blood, which she quickly licked away.
Liz couldn't speak for nearly a minute. Finally, her breathing returned somewhat to normal as she opened her eyes and smiled at Victoria.
"You didn't have to stop."
It was Victoria's turn to console.
"If I didn't, you'd be proposing to me right now." She smiled. "First time?"
"No, I just…forgot how good that felt. Thank you."
"No, thank you . I'm not sure how much warm blood I'll be getting in New Delhi."
Liz was in the middle of straightening her clothes when the sunlight spilling in from the open doorway vanished. Victoria carefully peered around the corner to see the stairs pressed against the plane were covered by a large plastic tunnel, blocking out the sun.
Denise was halfway up the stairs. She stopped when she saw Victoria staring back at her.
"Oh!" she said, flinching and putting a hand over her heart. "We're ready for you."
Victoria gathered her cooler and smiled at Liz.
"It's been a pleasure."
"It has," Liz said. "I guess we'll be seeing you again in a few weeks."
Victoria tried to contain her frown. Weeks. She was going to be away from home for weeks.
The humid afternoon air struck her as she moved down the stairs, carrying the cooler at her side. A limousine waited at the bottom with the rear door open, as close to the protective tunnel as possible. An Indian man, dressed in a suit, stood in between the limousine and tunnel, holding an umbrella over his head. Low tech, but certainly effective. Some sunlight was still visible, not that it concerned Victoria. But she had to act like it did.
"Don't worry," Liz said behind her.
Victoria laughed. "I'm not. I'm not as fragile as I look."
"Oh, you
She moved in slowly, giving Liz a chance to change her mind. Liz only nodded and shifted in her seat, leaning her head back to expose her neck. Victoria would have been just as happy feeding from her arm, but if Liz was offering her neck, she wouldn't refuse. That was the prime spot for feeding.
Victoria ran her tongue along her fangs as she enjoyed Liz's scent. She slowly penetrated the flesh between the neck and shoulder. Liz winced and let out a tiny cry as she flinched, but then whatever pain and discomfort she felt vanished as just the opposite took hold.
Victoria's eyes dilated and turned red as the warm nectar coursed through her. She fed slowly, enjoying the moment and the sensation. Liz, despite her best efforts, began to whimper and moan. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she settled on gripping Victoria's shoulder and hip.
As always, the vampire was in complete control. Never once in her four centuries did she ever harm a mortal from feeding. Not every vampire could say that. She was acutely aware of Liz beneath her. Her quickened breaths, frenzied pulse, even the sweat beading on her forehead. It was entirely possible to enjoy a feeding, enjoy the mortal companionship, and not hurt them.
Liz squeezed Victoria's shoulder tightly and bit her lip. It wouldn't be long before Liz climaxed. Victoria considered pushing further, a show of gratitude for Liz taking care of her the past seventeen hours. She doubted Liz would mind at all. But there were probably a million reasons why she shouldn't turn the comely flight attendant into a quivering pile of mush in the middle of the empty airplane.
She withdrew her fangs and held the back of Liz's neck. Liz sighed, a mix of contentment and disappointment, as Victoria ran her tongue over the tiny wounds. The gesture made Liz shiver, but there was nothing sexual in Victoria's movements. The vampire's saliva healed the punctures, not even leaving a scar. The only trace that Victoria was even there was a tiny bit of blood, which she quickly licked away.
Liz couldn't speak for nearly a minute. Finally, her breathing returned somewhat to normal as she opened her eyes and smiled at Victoria.
"You didn't have to stop."
It was Victoria's turn to console.
"If I didn't, you'd be proposing to me right now." She smiled. "First time?"
"No, I just…forgot how good that felt. Thank you."
"No, thank you . I'm not sure how much warm blood I'll be getting in New Delhi."
Liz was in the middle of straightening her clothes when the sunlight spilling in from the open doorway vanished. Victoria carefully peered around the corner to see the stairs pressed against the plane were covered by a large plastic tunnel, blocking out the sun.
Denise was halfway up the stairs. She stopped when she saw Victoria staring back at her.
"Oh!" she said, flinching and putting a hand over her heart. "We're ready for you."
Victoria gathered her cooler and smiled at Liz.
"It's been a pleasure."
"It has," Liz said. "I guess we'll be seeing you again in a few weeks."
Victoria tried to contain her frown. Weeks. She was going to be away from home for weeks.
The humid afternoon air struck her as she moved down the stairs, carrying the cooler at her side. A limousine waited at the bottom with the rear door open, as close to the protective tunnel as possible. An Indian man, dressed in a suit, stood in between the limousine and tunnel, holding an umbrella over his head. Low tech, but certainly effective. Some sunlight was still visible, not that it concerned Victoria. But she had to act like it did.
"Don't worry," Liz said behind her.
Victoria laughed. "I'm not. I'm not as fragile as I look."
"Oh, you
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