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Xenie's not exactly bored with the state of her immortality. But…she's been looking for something new. Something exciting? There's not a lot she hasn't done—it's been centuries of being a wandering monster.
And she's not exactly impressed with humans, either! Many of them aren't very impressive. So as Xenie twirls a manicured finger in the wine glass of blood so lovingly bought for her by a patron she immediately forgot the face of, lapping the drops of metallic liquid off her finger instead of drinking it from the glass because her canine teeth clink against it too loud—well, she doesn't expect to be approached.
Not by an unwary human, with clicking heels and a bright smile, taupe lipstick, and dyed-purple hair. An unwary human, who eyes the blood in Xenie's glass and leans in closer, flirtatious and brave, perhaps stupidly so.
Xenie is a wandering monster. Xenie is bored. And now Xenie is bent over this human's lap, shivering through an orgasm from this incorrigible device that's been pressed into her cunt.
The human—her name is Rose, which she had been so, so insistent about Xenie learning, something about how Xenie would be sure to remember it after screaming so much, a flaunting braggadocio which left Xenie incensed and flustered—well, the human is grinning now, her hand resting over the curve of Xenie's ass, fingernails digging lightly into the flesh. Xenie doesn't often wear marks or bruises, not since her vampirism turned her body into something durable and unflinching. But the thought dizzies her, that she could be wearing Rose's bruises left in the shapes of her fingerprints.
"Aw," Rose says, soft and sweet and smug. "Is it too much, sweetheart?" Her soft hand trails down Xenie's thigh, the skin so pleasantly warm that it feels over-sensitizing. Xenie whimpers, her cunt clenching down on the buzzing toy—a steady, staticky hum that pulses through her sensitive flesh, leaving her flushed and red and wet, so wet. Xenie whines into the sheets, a soft, embarrassing noise that's far below her status and station as such a powerful vampiress. Her thighs are sticking together, her slick dripping from her cunt to the sheets.
Xenie squeals when Rose flutters her fingers against her cunt, right against the toy, pressing it further into her until Xenie's full, almost too full, babbling into her own fist as her cunt pulses weakly. And Rose laughs meanly, and Xenie could almost snap at her—but she's whining instead, being pushed into the sheets easily from how weak she feels.
"Vamps get more sensitive after feeding, yeah?" Rose hums pleasantly, her lips splitting into a mischievous smile. "Aw, pretty girl, don't glare at me—you wanna play a game?"
"How m-many games?" Xenie whines out, and she squeaks again when Rose pushes her into the sheets, crawling on top of her and slotting her thigh against Xenie's full cunt, pushing the toy further into her. Xenie keens at the pressure, grinding weakly against the pressure as her eyes flutter shut, her long curly hair starting to stick to her forehead and cheeks from sweat. "E-enough games! Can't I come, now, please?"
"Aw, sweetheart." Rose is grinning, though—she's flushed too, her purple hair frazzled around her head, cheeks rosy like her name against her tan skin. Her dull human teeth peek through her smile, and she presses her thigh even harder against Xenie's cunt. Xenie lets out a shocked noise, her hands fluttering up to cover her mouth. "It's a game I think you'll like. And I'll let you come after, as a treat."
"W-what's to stop me from, from—" Xenie pants against her palms, moaning as Rose reaches up to tweak her nipple. "H-hah!"
"What were you saying?" Rose teases, that annoying smile still on her face, except she slides her hand down between Xenie's thighs and thumbs slick circles against her hard clit, and Xenie lets out another embarrassing noise. Perhaps she shouldn't be so shameless, at the fact that this human is reducing her to an inconsolable mess like this, but—
But it feels good, and Xenie hasn't had sex like this in decades, her toes curling as Rose works her into a frenzy, her lips bitten and bruised from her own razor teeth sinking in to bite back on screaming.
"J-just—" Xenie turns her head and gasps wetly against the sheets. "Let me come, please?"
"Mm, we'll get there," Rose teases, and she presses a kiss to Xenie's jaw—Xenie flinches, and then gasps as Rose brushes her fingertips against her cunt and then pushes two inside beside the toy, too full, too much of a stretch, and Xenie's noise is so high-pitched she's sure a human couldn't hear it anyway.
"Pl-please—" Xenie breathes, eyes fluttering shut. "Please? I'll play your silly game—"
"Maybe if you didn't call it silly."
"I'll play your monumentous, cultural cornerstone of a game if you let me come!"
Rose laughs, then, her knuckles catching meanly against Xenie's opening before she pulls them free and brings her hand up to cup Xenie's face. Xenie flushes as Rose thumbs at her lips, and Xenie squirms as she tastes her own slick, salty and sour. She squeaks as Rose presses her delicate wrist to Xenie's mouth—Xenie can scent the thrum and current of her blood beneath her skin, and she closes her mouth tight as she feels herself salivating like an animal. Is she that desperate? Is she that needy?
"Take a drink," Rose purrs, and Xenie's eyes go wide.
"You want me to feed from you? I'm dangerous," she tries, but then she squeals as Rose rolls her knee against her cunt, pressing some magic button that makes the toy buzz harder, faster, and Xenie sobs as she fists her hands into the sheets, twisting them as her thighs shake. "F-fuck!"
"So dangerous, of course," Rose says indulgently, and Xenie throws her head back with a hiss. "But, if you're good for me…if you drink from me…then you can come. How does that sound, sweetheart?"
Xenie's lips quiver, and she pants as she catches the iron-copper scent of Rose's blood in her throat, in her chest. She could almost taste—
"...I'll be good," Xenie says softly, and Rose grins.
"Good girl," Rose says, and unflinchingly, she grazes her wrists against Xenie's lips and lets her bite.
Rose might get on her nerves, but she certainly isn't boring, and maybe that's exactly what Xenie needs right now—a whole night of this, of this insufferable human teasing her and testing her until Xenie breaks.
Certainly not boring.