24. Juniper
juniper
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The first kiss of Vi’s slick cunt against mine made me jerk, a gust of breath vacating my lungs. The human’s warm body slotted with mine effortlessly, the nudge and press of her against my needy, swollen clit pulling whimpers of pleasure through my teeth.
Vi’s hand dug hard into the soft, plump flesh of my hip, my body loving her rough touch.Her grip kept me in place as she moved against me, rubbing our sexes together half clumsily, half with purpose.
She reached between us to lift and press my stomach out of the way, allowing her to press more firmly against me, rolling her hips to ride against my pussy.
Her warmth, paired with the smell of her blood clinging to the air around her bare throat, made my core tighten. I leaned forward, using my hand to catch her jaw, pulling her in for a messy kiss that was more fangs than lips.
Close like this, the maddening scent of her arousal mixed with her blood, it was impossible to keep my head clear. Moans were traded between our mouths like sweet nothings as the steady press and glide of skin against skin drew us closer to the edge.
Like a siren beckoning a sailor to the plank, the promise of sweet relief on the other side of the surface threatened to pull us both under.
My eyes slid shut in near bliss, only to fly open as Vi shifted us, pressing my back down into the mattress to ride against me with my leg hanging off her shoulder.
“Fuck, Juniper… You’re so goddamn beautiful,” she praised between groans of pleasure-coated effort. “Your curves drive me fucking wild.”
“Vi—” I attempted to interrupt.
It wasn’t that I was insecure about my body; I knew what it looked like. I was just as desirable as Elsie or Ren.
But what did make me shy was that Vi didn’t just look. She took me in. Her gaze was reverent as it kissed my skin, roving over the silvery tiger stripes of my stretch marks and dimpled pockets of cellulite. An expression that was nothing short of worship as she bent to nibble along the side of my breast, lips roving but never quite finding where I needed them most—clasped around my pebbled nipple.
“The way your thighs move when you wear a skirt,” she groaned, fingers digging into the area with renewed focus. “It makes me weak.”
A few more loops of her hips and I was shuddering, my pussy twitching through a peak that left me feeling lightheaded.
Or maybe that was just Vi .
She was quick to move while I was still recovering, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as gentle aftershocks warned that I’d be overly sensitive as Vi settled between my parted thighs.
“Please, Vi?—”
I wasn’t entirely sure what I was begging her for—what I needed her to do.
Not to stop maybe? To give me more of her casually devastating attention until I was so wrapped up in the feel and taste and smell of her that I would never be able to free myself of it?
Her arms hooked around my thighs, dragging me closer to her waiting mouth. She licked a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, swirling her tongue over the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves until my thighs quivered.
Vi’s dull human teeth grazed along my sex as she worked, drawing increasingly loud moans from my parted lips. She was… dedicated. Devouring my cunt like she was parched, sucking and slurping every available drop of my pleasure with effortless determination that had me peaking again impossibly fast.
She sealed her lips around my clit for a hard suck , fingers slotting into my twitching, overeager center to rub along the rough patch of nerves deep inside with every thrust.
Before I knew it, I was riding her face. My hand tangled in her dark hair, forcing her mouth closer as I chased my pleasure. A demand in my own right—at least as close as I’d get to making one.
I panted, thighs tensing as the vibrations from the groan Vi released against my overly sensitive clit pushed me over the edge again.
A string of nonsensical words fell from my lips, fragments of sentences as stars sparkled in the corners of my vision.
When Vi released my clit with a wet noise, her fingers continued a torturously slow pace as she worked me down with languid strokes.
“Vi, please, it's too much!” I begged, even as I arched into her touch, wanting more from the human who had captivated me from the first moment I’d met her.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” she murmured, pulling her glossy fingers free to insert them into her mouth for a slow, sensual suck. “Like heaven, Juniper.”
“Sit on my face, right fucking now,” I demanded—begged, half breathlessly, really—giving her hair a firm tug.
“I thought I made it clear who’s in charge here,” she teased, lips curving into a seductive grin.
“Vi…” She might have made it clear, but fuck, I knew what I wanted too.
Vi crawled up my body, placing kisses along my pale skin until her hands met the fabric of my headboard. She straddled my neck with her thighs, looking down her toned body to meet my eager gaze.
“You have the most beautiful eyes,” she praised, stroking my cheek.
“They’re contacts,” I breathed, breaking her stare to take in her pussy—the dark thatch of hair along her pubic mound, the glossy pink of her tender folds.
She laughed, the noise cut off with a surprised gasp as I pulled her forward, my lips and sharp fangs teasing the side of her deliciously wet cunt.
“God, I’ve been waiting to taste you…” I whispered, nibbling at the crease of her thigh. The graze of my fangs had the taste of her blood exploding over my tongue—vanilla and raspberries and something so uniquely Vi it made my head spin.
She went liquid in my hold, leaning heavily against the headboard with a low moan as my venom infiltrated her bloodstream, fingers threading into my hair.
“My blood?” she asked, whimpering with pleasure as I bit her in earnest, sucking back a mouthful of her sweet essence with a moan of my own.
“No,” I panted, already half-drunk with the force of my orgasms, my head absolutely swimming now with the heady scent and taste of Vi coating my every sense. My tongue moved slowly to her swollen pussy, just barely teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue to make her twitch and buck, chasing more stimulation. “You have something far less pedestrian than blood to offer me.”
“Juniper, stop teasing me… Make me come.”
“As you wish, Little Rabbit,” I murmured, the nickname from my dream coming to my tongue as easily breathing.
Though I was sure she felt more like Alice, stumbling into O and finding herself in Wonderland with a cast of characters as confusing as they were alluring—to me she was the Rabbit.
Leading me into the unknown in a rush without entirely understanding why.
I lapped at her pussy, licking and sucking desperately at every sopping, slippery inch of her sex I could reach.
I’d planned to go slow. To be in control.
But the second Vi’s taste hit my tongue, I’d lost myself, a slave to my inner monster as much as she was with my venom coursing through her.
I needed more. More of her pleasured moans as they flowed freely from her parted lips. More of her delicious arousal as I fucked her with my tongue, alternating between spearing her and circling her clit. More of her fucking blood.
God, her blood .
Vi whimpered and moaned above me, practically vibrating from the effort not to buck into my mouth. I felt her strong thighs tense around my head, and I dove in harder, my open palm cracking down over the swell of her ass. She jerked, her loud groan sure to be heard from downstairs.
“Again,” she whispered.
I gave her what she wanted instantly, my hand cracking down again and again as I turned my face, teeth sinking into her fleshy thigh, making her scream in delight.
It made me feel powerful. The way her hips bucked and her fists clenched. The sounds of her pleasure as she teetered on the razor's edge from tipping over into an orgasm.
I sucked at the new wound, my free hand finding her clit, and I’d barely nudged the pearl of nerves when she rewarded me with a shuddering orgasm that left my face wet.
Fucking. Glorious.
What had once been infatuation had bloomed into obsession so quickly, I’d hardly noticed it, but here between Vi’s thighs, the fact was undeniable. Wherever she was, there I would be.
A resolution as unshakable as the sun rising in the morning.
Again and again , I brought her to the edge, listening to desperate whimpers and moans. The way she praised and cursed me in the same breath.
“Juniper! Fuck, so fucking good, baby. Don’t stop!”
I kept going and going, drunk on making her feel good, until Vi sagged, half bent over top of me with exhaustion as I worked her through yet another powerful climax.
“Please, June… I can’t—” Vi’s thighs were shaking violently now, her desire dripping down my wrist from where I’d long buried my fingers deep inside of her. My tongue worshipping her clit as I switched between lapping and swift circles.
From the outside, it might’ve looked like I was in control of this situation. But I was as much a slave to Vi’s needs as she was to mine.
“Juniper!” She propped herself up against the headboard like a lifeline. I was sure there would be nail marks there when we were done, a thought almost as exciting as what would happen when Vi finally hit her limit.
I could tell she was nearly there, her moans and pleas getting louder and louder. I scissored my fingers, releasing her momentarily from my mouth.
“Vi, Little Rabbit, can you come for me one more time?”
“Yes,” she gasped, riding my fingers with a whimper. “Please. I’m so close again… Fuck, I'm going to?—”
“I know,” I murmured reassuringly, nipping her thigh with the reward of another hit of my venom. “Big finish, baby.” I sealed my mouth back over her clit, sucking the way that made her twitch the most, and she screamed, warm wet splashing between us as she shook and convulsed, her pussy grinding against my fingers and mouth.
I took her through the aftershocks, catching my breath a little before guiding her gently to lie beside me, breathless on the mattress.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I panted, swiping a hand down my soaked face.
“Me either,” she huffed, licking a bit of her release off my cheek with the flat of her tongue before she buried her face in the crook of my neck.
“I love you, Vi,” I whispered, so quiet I wasn’t sure she’d hear over her own pounding heart, panting breaths, and the blood rushing in her veins.
It didn’t matter if she did. It wouldn’t stop it from being true.
“I love you,” she mumbled, letting comfortable silence stretch between us as she caught her breath. When she finally pulled away to look at me, it was with a smug smirk tugging the corner of her mouth upwards. “You wear contacts?”
“Yeah! How old did you think I was?” I laughed as she looped an arm around me to cuddle against my side, a leg hooking over the round of my soft hip.
“I don’t know… Plus, I kinda figured it was rude to ask. You know, never ask a lady her age and all that?”
‘So old-fashioned for someone so young,” I teased, my smile revealing my fangs. “Well... It's not so bad; I’m still in my fifties. I suppose I can’t say that much longer, since my birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks.”
“The big six-oh?” she said excitedly, an excited smile transforming her features with Elsie-like giddiness. My chest squeezed with fondness. “And soon? Ooooh! We should do something!”
I made a face. There was a time when I loved my birthday. But after you’d had so many, they began to lose their sparkle. For me, very abruptly.
“I don’t usually celebrate?—”
“Oh, come on!” Vi pouted, her kiss-swollen lower lip sticking out. “It’s your birthday! The one day of the year that we get to celebrate you. Let's have a little party! We could do it at the club. A special theme night just for you? Maybe make it look like just another event so it doesn’t feel like too much attention?”
“I’ll … think about it…” I conceded.
Damn, it’s hard to say no to this little human.
She thought for a moment, humming like she was almost ready to accept my non-answer before asking, “What if it's Alice in Wonderland themed? Then can I get a yes?”
Fuck. Okay… She had me now. I was already mentally planning what she’d look like dressed like the White Rabbit that’d quickly become synonymous as her namesake when she gave my shoulder an impatient little shake.
“Wellllllll?
“Do I get to design everyone's costumes?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitating. “But only if you say yes.”
“Then, fuck… Okay. Yeah! I’m in… I already know just who you’ll be, Little Rabbit.”
“Alice, right?” she teased, eyebrows raised.
I laughed, rolling over her to steal a kiss. “Maybe in your dreams.”