Chapter 5 Velra
Velra
Eyes are watching me. Stunning, silver irises track my every breath through the surface of the antique mirror in the room.
I have no idea how I know, but deep down I’m certain they belong to her.
The haunted voice that’s been whispering in my ear all evening isn’t just in my head; she’s watching as I let my best friend go down on me.
“That’s it,” I moan as Carey’s tongue dives between my folds and licks me quickly. “Tease me, you fucking slut. Trying to make me beg for your tongue, aren’t you?”
Her hair is so soft between my fingers, like smooth silk.
I wish my hair were this beautiful, instead of the coarse mess of dark waves that I’ve been blessed with.
The heated gaze of the silver eyes never leaves me as I use my grip on Carey’s hair to shove her face into my aching folds.
She gets the message and sucks my aching bud in between her soft lips.
I jump at the sudden jolt of pleasure that whips through me as she suckles on my flesh.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan as she removes her lips and flicks the bud with her pretty little tongue. “You’re a fast learner.”
“I want a taste, little morsel.” The silver-eyed temptress purrs across my mind. “Won’t you invite me to come play?”
Carey’s tongue circles my entrance, teasing me until I’m a panting mess and my hips lift off the bed.
My tits ache, desperate for attention, but with one hand holding me up and one holding Carey in place, I can’t touch them.
I nod, desperate for more. Pleasure zips through me in short jolts, but I need more.
More. More. More.
“Say it. Say you want me to come join,” the voice demands as Carey’s tongue slips inside my soaked entrance. Pleasure is building with each moment, but it’s not enough to crescendo, as something is keeping me on edge.
“Please,” I whimper as my friend withdraws her tongue and giggles into my folds. Fucking brat. “Come play with us, mistress.”
And for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. Everything pauses. The candles cease to flicker, the air grows cold and still, and even the sound of the storm seems to stop. Dreadful anticipation fills my soul.
The Countess comes
Beat the drums
Warn the girls to hide away
Lest they’re next to be her prey
The Countess calls
You’re her new doll
And when the tub floods
It will be with your blood
Run, little girl, run away.
Children’s voices, children’s laughter fills the empty void of space around me, but I barely hear what they say.
I’m too transfixed by the sight in front of me.
From out of the surface of the mirror's rippling surface, a woman emerges. She’s tall, close to five-foot-ten, I’d guess, but lean.
Her limbs are slender and long, moving gracefully.
Black painted nails tip each of her lithe fingers.
Long, sleek black hair falls to below her breasts, cloaking her in a curtain of shimmering darkness.
She’s wearing a gown of deep scarlet, a contrast to her pale complexion.
She looks like something out of a gothic style painting, something from another time or place.
But it’s her eyes—the same silvery eyes that take my breath away.
A slow smile creeps across her face as she takes in my splayed out form on the bed.
“I’m so very glad you invited me to play,” she says as she takes a few steps closer.
The world comes crashing back into motion.
Rain pelts the window, lightning streaks across the sky, and thunder shakes the walls.
The candles flicker, and the ancient home creaks.
And between my thighs, Carey’s tongue plunges deeply inside me.
I can’t hold back the moan that tumbles from my throat as she uses the tip to caress my inner walls, close to where I need her but not quite there.
More. More. More.
My mistress' eyes fall to the girl between my legs before she clicks her tongue. Her hand flies to Carey’s head, taking control. “Be a good slut and go deeper. She needs your tongue on that special spot inside her.”
I expect my friend to be alarmed by the intruder, to pull away and freak out. But she doesn’t. No, she obeys readily, sticking her tongue just a bit further into my tight opening and caressing a spot that has my toes curling.
“Fuck,” I moan as my hand falls to my own breast to flick my aching nipple.
“Good girl,” my mistress praises as my pleasure begins to build higher and higher. “That makes her feel so very good. You’re gonna keep doing that right there until she comes all over your fucking face.”
Her words egg Carey on. She strokes my inner walls expertly with her tongue. I can’t stop the feral noises that fall from my lips.
“More,” I whine as I chase my pleasure.
More. More. More.
“As you wish, my little morsel,” she coos as she moves to situate herself behind me.
The bed dips as her slender form curls around me from behind. One of her hands moves to touch my other breast, squeezing and teasing. Her other hand slides between Carey’s face and my drenched pussy until she finds my clit. She pinches the throbbing nub sharply.
“So fucking wet,” she comments as she moves to rub soft circles over my aching bundle of nerves. “And so fucking pretty. You’re going to make the perfect pet, lovely girl.”
“Please,” I whimper as I teeter on the cliff of ecstasy. “I’m gonn—I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me,” she demands right before her mouth descends on my throat.
I cry out as her teeth sink into my neck, right above my pulse point.
The pain is sharp like a needle, but the sting soon turns to ecstasy as my orgasm shoots through me.
My body convulses in electric ecstasy. My release covers Carey’s greedy tongue as my pussy contracts with each wave of my orgasm.
My mistress' mouth sucks at my throat, pulling from me at the same rate of my pulsing pussy.
“Fuck,” I finally sigh as my orgasm begins to fade.
Tenderly, both women release me from their grasp. My neck stings slightly from where I’ve been bitten but her lithe fingers stroking slowly across my skin sends pleasurable tingles skittering across my fried nerves.
“You did so good for me. You truly taste delicious, my little morsel,” she praises as she peppers soft kisses along my shoulders and jaw.
“Is it my turn?” Carey asks as she slides out from between my legs.
“Don’t be a greedy cunt, you stupid slut!” my mistress roars, suddenly irate.
I turn to soothe her, wrapping my arm around her neck and pulling her to me.
Her eyes widen in surprise as I kiss her.
The moment our lips touch, sparks shoot through me.
She’s wicked and wild and tastes like sin.
I moan into her blood-stained mouth, eagerly tasting my own coppery tang on her lips.
Her tongue writhes against my own, consuming me.
And in that moment, I realize I’m wrecked—there is nothing and no one except the two of us. I’m hers.
“There’s no need to be upset,” I whisper against her soft lips as I break the kiss. “I want to make Little Miss Perfect scream.”
She returns my wicked smile with a matching smirk.
Her sharp teeth are still coated in the deep red of my blood.
And while rationally I know that it should terrify me, I can’t help the ache rising again between my legs as I look at her.
Without logic or reason, I want anything and everything this mercurial-eyed monster is willing to give me.
“Fine,” she relents before turning her gaze on Carey who is still kneeling on the floor. “You—on the bed. Lie on your back. Panties off.”
Carey complies immediately, standing and removing her white lace underwear and crawling behind me on the bed to lay on her back.
Her pussy is so delicate, so pink, so pretty.
I almost scoff as she spreads her knees and bares her pretty little folds, barren of hair, and dripping with desire.
My mistress rises to stand and my eyes flick to her.
She reaches back and pulls the laces of her corset to release it, before pulling down the shoulders of her gown.
Her clothing falls from her form, piling at her feet, and leaving her completely exposed.
She’s a beauty unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
Pale skin seems to glow in the low light, giving her the appearance of an otherworldly specter.
Beneath the pale expanse of her flesh, a network of dark, almost blackened veins marks her body.
Her long, dark hair hangs shimmering and straight.
She’s truly a sight to behold — an apparition of the night come to consume me.
“Bend over,” she commands as her heated gaze falls to me. “You may lick her cunt, but you may only do as I say, when I say. Understood, pet?”
“Yes, mistress,” I readily agree as I spin and bend over the bed, sticking my ass in the air.
Kissing up Carey’s silky smooth legs, she begins to pant and mewl. Clearly, this girl is not used to anyone playing with her before fucking her, but I guess that’s what you get with men.
“May I lick her, mistress?” I ask as I make my way up her thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin.
Slender fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, pulling my ass up higher. Her hips align with mine and then she thrusts, rolling her core against my own.
“Lick her clit,” my mistress demands. “Make her a squirming little mess but don’t let the slut come yet.”
I use my hands to push her thighs open wider and Carey gasps.
Lowering my lips to her flesh, I get the first taste of her.
She’s sweet, like vanilla, and I moan as her sugar hits my tongue.
She jolts and lets out a shocked little noise as my tongue finds her hardened clit and flicks it.
Behind me, my mistress continues to thrust against me, fucking me from behind. It’s good, but I need more.
More. More. More.