Gift or Curse Chapters 36 & 37
X-Over: DWP with Laurel K. Hamilton’s Merry Gentry & Anita Blake ‘Verse
Rating: NC-17 - Some violence, definitely a few sexual interludes. If this is your ‘cup o’ tea then read on.
Summary: What if Miranda was a powerful Master Vampire and Andy was blessed by a Faerie Fertility Goddess, prophesied to be together, all while running a fashion empire? Neither will be prepared for their ‘worlds’ converging or being unwitting pawns in a power-struggle in their supernatural/magical worlds.
Characters: Miranda, Andy, Lily, Doug, Nigel, Emily, Serena; Merry Gentry Series’ Characters; Anita Blake Series’ Characters
Shout-Out: Thanks to my betas -Seelyfey, Punky_96, and Melanacious. I definitely couldn’t have done it without y’all. Also thanks to the Laurel K .Hamilton Fan Sites: Gentry & Blake which were lifesavers in terms of research.
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada characters belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement. Also, I don't own Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake and Merry Gentry universe and I mean no infringement there either, I make no money from this.
Spoiler Alert for Merry Gentry Series
Chapter 36
****
Andy was letting the hot water dance along her tense shoulders, working out the tension. She reached up running her hands through her wet locks, taking stock of any strained muscle or tissue from the fight. Suddenly, cool hands appeared along her naked torso, languorously dancing up and down her abdomen, then up to cup her breasts with rapidly hardening nipples.
Miranda brought her body snug against Andy’s, her own nipples dragging along Andréa’s toned back, and more importantly, the artificial lump of flesh snuggled in between Andréa’s bottom. Listening to the gasp elicited from her Mate’s lips, she brought her lips along Andréa’s sensitive neck, pushing the hair to side with her chin, and Miranda peppered suckling kisses along her shoulder, until she reached her Mark.
Minutely moving her hips to brush and rub her double-headed dildo along Andréa’s bottom, nudging the smaller piece inside of her, greedily listening to moans and whimpers leaking from her lover’s lips. Miranda’s hands were busy fondling, squeezing, her palms brushing teasingly along Andréa’s nipples, before bringing her fingers to pinch, roll, and pull, the reddened tips.
“Miranda.” Andréa cried out.
She brought one hand to gently grasp the wet strands of her lover’s hair, tugging them to the side so that Miranda could have unfettered access to Andréa’s skin. Nibbling her way up to Andréa’s ear, suckling the lobe, darting her tongue inside Andréa’s ear, prompting a moan from her, the smell of roses and magnolias, the heat of the Ardeur awakening, and rainy thunderstorms began to permeate the steamy air around them.
“Ar--, aren’t you… feeling frisky.” Panting through her arousal before she shifted to give Miranda more access; widening her stance she desperately wanted Miranda’s fingers to touch her wet, swollen, heat.
Miranda brought her other hand back down to sweep along Andréa’s torso, before sliding over her naked, bare, rapidly swelling, center. Twisting and pinching the lips together Miranda decided that she wanted Andréa begging before she plunged into her steaming cunt while studiously avoiding her throbbing clit - even if Andréa was trying her patience by grinding harder against the dildo which deliciously rotated, inciting the sensitive nerve endings inside her.
“I think I might make you work for it. We know how slutty you get when you’re begging me to make you cum. Don’t we Andréa?”
Miranda could feel through their mental link Andréa’s arousal rocketing from the nasty words she whispered on the air. But she knew the Ardeur wouldn’t allow her to wait too long, It needed to be fed and Miranda needed to cum She could feel her own wetness leak out around the smaller end of the double-headed dildo inside her, making it slide in and out even smoother and wetter. The urge to take her Mate was growing but she wanted to ‘play’ on the edge a bit. She decided that she wanted a little taste of Andréa while she fed, so she gently grasped her around the waist, turned Andréa around, lifted her thigh to hook around the Miranda’s waist, and then slid her hand down Andréa’s stomach, over her mons, glancing over swollen nub, and into Andréa’s quivering hole. Miranda played in Andréa’s juices before plunging her fingers inside, teasing Andréa’s opening, gathering even more of her Mate’s delicious sap, before bringing her wet fingers up to her Mark and smearing the juices.
“Miranda… wh-w-what are you doing?” Andy was too busy trying to not to cum too quickly but she’s discovering that soon after a fight Miranda’s post-battle lustiness is contagious. Plus Miranda looked fiercely delicious when her gorgeous icy-blue eyes were brightened even more, almost like a swirling bluish-white ice storm, slitted, with a predatorily-possessive gleam in them. It made Andréa want to mewl and bare her neck to Miranda… she felt like a bitch in heat she thought with some lustful amusement. That’s all right; Miranda can more than handle it.
Andrea was gorgeous in this moment thought Miranda; head thrown back, her thick chocolate mane lushly wet, her skin marked beautifully with her tattoos, her creamy skin stained pink in a full-bloomed flush. She loved to greedily watch her when she was like this, teeth digging into her bottom lip as the pleasure streaked through her. Miranda immediately sought out those lips, her tongue deeply pressing into the heated cavern, teeth clashing as they their tongues tangled.
Lowly growling because Andréa’s scent was painting the inside of her nose, quickening her blood-thirst and heightening her lust, almost sending her senses into a frenzy, Miranda finally answered her. “Hmmm, you smell divine Andréa and I plan to revel in you before we leave this room.”
Andrea’s hands were clasped around Miranda’s shoulders, her nails digging into her skin as Miranda peppered kisses down her neck, until she reached her shoulder. She then swiped her tongue along her Mark and suckling the scar.
“Are you ready?” She listened as Andréa continued to whimper and release little cries, her hips pressing into the dildo. “Of course you are. Delicious! And you want so badly for me to be inside you. But you’re going to have to work for it.” Her fangs which had grown progressively more sensitive teased her Mark, scrapping against the skin setting off little ‘explosions, letting Andréa know that the moment drew closer.
“Yesss Miranda. Please!” Andy pleaded.
Her cunt felt achingly empty yet swollen making her feel practically delirious with arousal, she needed Miranda to fuck her, fill her, make her cum. She knew the double-headed dildo Miranda was wearing; they’d used it a couple of times since they became lovers. As soon as Andy realized it her juices leaked out even quicker, while her sugar walls contracted faster in anticipation, her clit felt hot and throbbing, quivering and taut. She brought her other leg up to twine around Miranda’s waist to join its twin, dragging Miranda’s full cunt even closer to her own, brushing, rubbing her swollen nub and gleaming, swollen netherlips against Miranda’s own swollen node and cock . Her sensitive nipples were still searing and deliciously sore from being worked over by Miranda’s hand switching back and forth, pinching, rolling, pulling them taut, but were now brushing along Miranda’s nipples, exacerbating the exquisitely tender nodes. Her Mark throbbed in time to the blood pulsing through her veins and the teasing scrap of Miranda’s fangs, the skin feeling full to bursting.
What Andy didn’t realize was that her upgraded Powers; compliments of her most recent visit with a Goddess (the Goddess Gaia), activated at this precise time. She didn’t notice that the still room suddenly danced with a flowery-scented wind, or that water seemed to be sprinkling down from more than just the showerhead, or that the roses that tended to sprout at inopportune times became mixed in with other rapidly growing plants. In all, the bathroom began to resemble a tropical rainforest.
The only reason Miranda had yet to realize this was because she was busy smoothly sliding her fangs into Andréa’s flesh, while at the same time she’d parted Andréa’s moist netherlips to finger her grasping hole. Widening, stretching her open with her seemingly thick fingers before firmly, slowly, pressing her ‘cock’ into her Mate; filling, stuffing, her tight cunt, a slight burn mixed in with an pleasurable sensation cause Andréa to loudly groan in bliss.
“Yes!” cried Andy.
Miranda whimpered in response to the heady taste of blood mixed with Andréa’s juices painted one her skin, complete with finally bottoming her cock inside Andréa, and her wonderful responsiveness.
The sounds leaking from her Mate’s lips were decadent and sent her lust spiraling upwards, her hips began to beat a steady tattoo; back and forth, rolling, circling, as if there was some magical reggae beat thumping along her spine, hitting all those wonderful nerve-endings inside Andréa. She could almost feel how tightly and snugly Andréa gripped around the dildo, the smell of Andréa’s juices and blood, along with other tantalizing scents, were setting off a chain of reactions and small explosions inside of Miranda.
Miranda’s own walls began contracting down on her section of the double-headed dildo, rubbing against the quivering knot inside her, setting off the beginnings of a magnificent climax. She renewed her efforts for Andréa, wanting her to cum soon; bringing one hand down, finally acquiescing to Andréa’s pleas, to first lightly circle the throbbing reddened flesh at the apex of Andréa’s labial lips, ignoring the cries for a firmer touch for a moment. But it was Andréa’s firmly rotating ass, circling the dildo inside Miranda, quickening the explosions inside her, hastening the massive impending orgasm. Her other hand moved from Andréa’s now deliciously sore nipples to sweep down Andréa’s tensed and heaving torso, to wrap around her waist, anchoring her to give Miranda the leverage to properly thrust and circle even deeper inside Andréa.
Andrea feeling her limbs weaken even more, with both legs clenched around Miranda’s back, she didn’t worry that she would drop her. Andrea reached a hand that’d been digging bloody furrows into Miranda’s shoulder, up and back into Miranda’s hair to drag into the damp strands as the pleasure tore through her body. Miranda had finally lifted her head, her tongue lapping at the weeping wound, licking up the remnants of her feast, before Andréa tugged her chin towards her mouth and crashed with her lips with Miranda’s. Andrea’s tongue pressed into Miranda’s mouth, caressing, twining with Miranda’s tongue, before seeking all the places that made Miranda purr, tasting the traces of blood and her pre-cum, while Miranda swallowed her cries of pleasure.
Like a growing ball of light, Andy’s orgasm grew bigger and grew closer. Miranda couldn’t go deeper or harder, but her efforts were still spectacular, hitting the slightly roughened spot inside her cunt like a boxer working a bag, along with a firmer pinching and circling of her quivering, now purplish-red, bundle of nerves. She could feel the magic building inside the shower; her fertility magic, Miranda’s Ardeur, was like a huge tsunami growing inside them, inside the shower.
Suddenly she felt Miranda tremble violently, a cry echoed in Andy’s mouth, while her hips seemed to jerk and spasm, snapping harder into Andy’s groin, signaling her orgasm but also setting off Andy’s own orgasm.
Tearing her mouth from Miranda’s, “Miranda, I’m cumming… I’m cummi-,” Andy almost screamed, because her clit and sugar walls spasmed hard, before contracting quickly, her cum seemed to spray out around the dildo. Miranda involuntarily bit down on her Mark again, setting of another orgasm for Andy which then recycled into Miranda through her Mark, a second orgasm spilling through her shuddering body, and causing a scream to burst from Andréa’s throat.
Miranda’s hands which were now clenched tightly around Andréa’s bottom, easily holding her in the palms of her hands, involuntarily dug her nails near the moist cleft separating the firm globes, leaving their own bloody furrows. While blood and cum leaked from their bodies, minor orgasms continued to explode through both women, the exquisite pleasure-pain was so fierce that Andy felt blackened edges of unconsciousness creeping in, before the loud cries and gasps were instantly silenced. Miranda easily held Andréa close to her shuddering body, she slipped her fangs free, swiping up the weeping blood with her tongue, before snuggling into her lover’s neck.
“Goddess, Andréa!” Miranda murmured against Andréa’s skin.
Miranda quickly and shakily lifted her head, suddenly noticing up the deadened weight of her lover, her eyes checked over her Mate, worried that she’d taken too much blood or accidentally hurt her. But stretching her senses, staring at the slack, contented expression on Andréa’s face, she realized with no little amount of smugness that Andréa simply passed out from the pleasure. Quickly reaching over to shut off the shower, was when she noticed the huge tub lined with greenery-are those lily pads?! Frowning in confusion, she opened the shower door and cautiously peered out, only to gasp out in surprise.
The entire bathroom was wet, floors flooded, but exotic flowers and roses dotted and swayed in the p0ols of water. Vines curved along the walls, with more flowers sprouting from the intermittent buds dotted along the vines. It was if a tropical greenhouse exploded in the bathroom. Miranda looked down at her blissfully unaware lover, and shook her head - the bill will be astronomical.
Chapter 37
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Miranda stood in front of the mirror making the final adjustments with her perfect outfit: from the ever-present black Prada heels were followed by a stunning dark-blue pin-stripe, pant-suit by Domenico Vacca, complimented by a silky, baby-blue, Givenchy blouse unbuttoned dangerously low. The only accessory was a rare, black-diamond, tear-drop pendant on a delicate, white-gold necklace cradled alluringly within Miranda’s glorious décolleté. With her perfectly coiffed silver mane and understated but sexily appointed make-up made Andy want to go Round 2. However, the… accidental greenhouse in the bathroom (which still had Andy frowning in bewilderment) and the fact that they had an important meeting was what kept her from initiating… things.
As for Andy, she felt… decadent in her ensemble… and a little exposed. But Miranda and Nigel insisted that it was necessary - vampire politics and all that, thought Andy with a mental eye roll. The BCBGMAXAZRIA gold-metallic colored jersey dress, with utterly striking draped sleeves, curved seaming and a cinched neckline created a subtle keyhole that accentuated Andy’s svelte figure beautifully. The material fit in such a way that her full breasts pressed enticingly against the deceptively fitted dress and her nipples stood out as tantalizing “buttons”; tight and lusciously sore from their earlier activities scrapped deliciously under the material. Her remained bare back, along with her sleekly-muscled legs which were capped off with a pair of gold-mirrored Jimmy Choo shoes; the effect brought a retro-uber-sexy disco look, that Miranda was sure would cause even the Pope to “fall of the wagon” (she internally shivered in repulsion at that mental picture). Carefully scrutinizing Andrea’s finished look; the glorious hair fell like a gleaming, chocolate waterfall and her eye make-up done with a ‘smoky effect’, all together presented a gorgeously-contrasted picture to Miranda’s power-suit.
Andy finished applying her smoky-red lipstick to her full and slightly swollen lips when she felt her lover’s arms slide around her waist. “You look scrumptious. I think my work here is done.”
Leaning back into the strong arms, wanting to purr like a kitten in contentment she responded. “Well, that’s what happens when you fuck me 10-ways from Sunday AND put me in haute couture.”
“Does the Amazon Rain forest you brought into our bathroom also count?” Miranda drawled.
“Ha, ha. Well, the Goddess did say she was imparting a few ‘gifts.’ I just wish they were a little less… intrusive.”
Miranda leaned down, nuzzled her Mark before gently kissing the freshly-bitten area. “Well, regardless, it’s time to leave. I do hope that the suit I sent over to that… man in your Mother’s entourage; Kitto, fits.” (Kitto is a nervous half-Snake Goblin, half-Sidhe background and stood around 4ft), She walked over to grab the cape that Andréa would wear, while grabbing a case to place on the bed. Andy walked over to see what was in it because Miranda packed it somewhat secretively.
When she opened it Andy’s eyes widened in surprise and a little trepidation she worriedly inquired about the various weapons in the case. “Ah, Miranda? Are we expecting trouble?”
“We are walking into unknown territory that includes a powerful Master Vampire, a Triumvirate, and a Master Necromancer, I think it’s essential to be prepared for any scenario, Andréa.” She turned towards Andréa with a wicked looking dagger and a leather sheath. “Sit.” she pointed at the chair behind Andy.
When Andy sat, Miranda kneeled down with the items, tapping Andy’s thighs until they opened wide, She placed herself in between them, and slid her hand up Andy thigh, possessively caressing the skin until she reached the edge of the short jersey-dress. Pushing that up until her hand almost reached the juncture of her groin. She then fastened the leather holder securely around Andy’s thigh, tickling her curls behind the barely-there thong, brushing her still-swollen labia, tickling Andy’s lust, and the placed the wicked-looking dagger in the holder. Miranda leaned down and possessively brushed her lips against small triangle of expensive fabric, making Andy’s clit jump.
“Geezus, Miranda! Do you want people to be sniffing after me in heat?!? She asked with some breathless amusement.
Miranda gracefully stood up and held out her hand for Andréa to chivalrously help her to her feet. “They can try. But they wouldn’t fare well I promise you. Now, come along darling, its time.” She snuggled her into her body. “Besides you do smell divine; they can discretely sniff, even look - to some extent, but no touch.”
After Miranda finished placing weapons -mostly knives in discreet places along her body, she once again clasped Andréa’s hand, leaned over and kissed her sweetly, and they went to meet their new… friends.
Rating: NC-17 - Some violence, definitely a few sexual interludes. If this is your ‘cup o’ tea then read on.
Summary: What if Miranda was a powerful Master Vampire and Andy was blessed by a Faerie Fertility Goddess, prophesied to be together, all while running a fashion empire? Neither will be prepared for their ‘worlds’ converging or being unwitting pawns in a power-struggle in their supernatural/magical worlds.
Characters: Miranda, Andy, Lily, Doug, Nigel, Emily, Serena; Merry Gentry Series’ Characters; Anita Blake Series’ Characters
Shout-Out: Thanks to my betas -Seelyfey, Punky_96, and Melanacious. I definitely couldn’t have done it without y’all. Also thanks to the Laurel K .Hamilton Fan Sites: Gentry & Blake which were lifesavers in terms of research.
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada characters belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement. Also, I don't own Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake and Merry Gentry universe and I mean no infringement there either, I make no money from this.
Spoiler Alert for Merry Gentry Series
Chapter 36
****
Andy was letting the hot water dance along her tense shoulders, working out the tension. She reached up running her hands through her wet locks, taking stock of any strained muscle or tissue from the fight. Suddenly, cool hands appeared along her naked torso, languorously dancing up and down her abdomen, then up to cup her breasts with rapidly hardening nipples.
Miranda brought her body snug against Andy’s, her own nipples dragging along Andréa’s toned back, and more importantly, the artificial lump of flesh snuggled in between Andréa’s bottom. Listening to the gasp elicited from her Mate’s lips, she brought her lips along Andréa’s sensitive neck, pushing the hair to side with her chin, and Miranda peppered suckling kisses along her shoulder, until she reached her Mark.
Minutely moving her hips to brush and rub her double-headed dildo along Andréa’s bottom, nudging the smaller piece inside of her, greedily listening to moans and whimpers leaking from her lover’s lips. Miranda’s hands were busy fondling, squeezing, her palms brushing teasingly along Andréa’s nipples, before bringing her fingers to pinch, roll, and pull, the reddened tips.
“Miranda.” Andréa cried out.
She brought one hand to gently grasp the wet strands of her lover’s hair, tugging them to the side so that Miranda could have unfettered access to Andréa’s skin. Nibbling her way up to Andréa’s ear, suckling the lobe, darting her tongue inside Andréa’s ear, prompting a moan from her, the smell of roses and magnolias, the heat of the Ardeur awakening, and rainy thunderstorms began to permeate the steamy air around them.
“Ar--, aren’t you… feeling frisky.” Panting through her arousal before she shifted to give Miranda more access; widening her stance she desperately wanted Miranda’s fingers to touch her wet, swollen, heat.
Miranda brought her other hand back down to sweep along Andréa’s torso, before sliding over her naked, bare, rapidly swelling, center. Twisting and pinching the lips together Miranda decided that she wanted Andréa begging before she plunged into her steaming cunt while studiously avoiding her throbbing clit - even if Andréa was trying her patience by grinding harder against the dildo which deliciously rotated, inciting the sensitive nerve endings inside her.
“I think I might make you work for it. We know how slutty you get when you’re begging me to make you cum. Don’t we Andréa?”
Miranda could feel through their mental link Andréa’s arousal rocketing from the nasty words she whispered on the air. But she knew the Ardeur wouldn’t allow her to wait too long, It needed to be fed and Miranda needed to cum She could feel her own wetness leak out around the smaller end of the double-headed dildo inside her, making it slide in and out even smoother and wetter. The urge to take her Mate was growing but she wanted to ‘play’ on the edge a bit. She decided that she wanted a little taste of Andréa while she fed, so she gently grasped her around the waist, turned Andréa around, lifted her thigh to hook around the Miranda’s waist, and then slid her hand down Andréa’s stomach, over her mons, glancing over swollen nub, and into Andréa’s quivering hole. Miranda played in Andréa’s juices before plunging her fingers inside, teasing Andréa’s opening, gathering even more of her Mate’s delicious sap, before bringing her wet fingers up to her Mark and smearing the juices.
“Miranda… wh-w-what are you doing?” Andy was too busy trying to not to cum too quickly but she’s discovering that soon after a fight Miranda’s post-battle lustiness is contagious. Plus Miranda looked fiercely delicious when her gorgeous icy-blue eyes were brightened even more, almost like a swirling bluish-white ice storm, slitted, with a predatorily-possessive gleam in them. It made Andréa want to mewl and bare her neck to Miranda… she felt like a bitch in heat she thought with some lustful amusement. That’s all right; Miranda can more than handle it.
Andrea was gorgeous in this moment thought Miranda; head thrown back, her thick chocolate mane lushly wet, her skin marked beautifully with her tattoos, her creamy skin stained pink in a full-bloomed flush. She loved to greedily watch her when she was like this, teeth digging into her bottom lip as the pleasure streaked through her. Miranda immediately sought out those lips, her tongue deeply pressing into the heated cavern, teeth clashing as they their tongues tangled.
Lowly growling because Andréa’s scent was painting the inside of her nose, quickening her blood-thirst and heightening her lust, almost sending her senses into a frenzy, Miranda finally answered her. “Hmmm, you smell divine Andréa and I plan to revel in you before we leave this room.”
Andrea’s hands were clasped around Miranda’s shoulders, her nails digging into her skin as Miranda peppered kisses down her neck, until she reached her shoulder. She then swiped her tongue along her Mark and suckling the scar.
“Are you ready?” She listened as Andréa continued to whimper and release little cries, her hips pressing into the dildo. “Of course you are. Delicious! And you want so badly for me to be inside you. But you’re going to have to work for it.” Her fangs which had grown progressively more sensitive teased her Mark, scrapping against the skin setting off little ‘explosions, letting Andréa know that the moment drew closer.
“Yesss Miranda. Please!” Andy pleaded.
Her cunt felt achingly empty yet swollen making her feel practically delirious with arousal, she needed Miranda to fuck her, fill her, make her cum. She knew the double-headed dildo Miranda was wearing; they’d used it a couple of times since they became lovers. As soon as Andy realized it her juices leaked out even quicker, while her sugar walls contracted faster in anticipation, her clit felt hot and throbbing, quivering and taut. She brought her other leg up to twine around Miranda’s waist to join its twin, dragging Miranda’s full cunt even closer to her own, brushing, rubbing her swollen nub and gleaming, swollen netherlips against Miranda’s own swollen node and cock . Her sensitive nipples were still searing and deliciously sore from being worked over by Miranda’s hand switching back and forth, pinching, rolling, pulling them taut, but were now brushing along Miranda’s nipples, exacerbating the exquisitely tender nodes. Her Mark throbbed in time to the blood pulsing through her veins and the teasing scrap of Miranda’s fangs, the skin feeling full to bursting.
What Andy didn’t realize was that her upgraded Powers; compliments of her most recent visit with a Goddess (the Goddess Gaia), activated at this precise time. She didn’t notice that the still room suddenly danced with a flowery-scented wind, or that water seemed to be sprinkling down from more than just the showerhead, or that the roses that tended to sprout at inopportune times became mixed in with other rapidly growing plants. In all, the bathroom began to resemble a tropical rainforest.
The only reason Miranda had yet to realize this was because she was busy smoothly sliding her fangs into Andréa’s flesh, while at the same time she’d parted Andréa’s moist netherlips to finger her grasping hole. Widening, stretching her open with her seemingly thick fingers before firmly, slowly, pressing her ‘cock’ into her Mate; filling, stuffing, her tight cunt, a slight burn mixed in with an pleasurable sensation cause Andréa to loudly groan in bliss.
“Yes!” cried Andy.
Miranda whimpered in response to the heady taste of blood mixed with Andréa’s juices painted one her skin, complete with finally bottoming her cock inside Andréa, and her wonderful responsiveness.
The sounds leaking from her Mate’s lips were decadent and sent her lust spiraling upwards, her hips began to beat a steady tattoo; back and forth, rolling, circling, as if there was some magical reggae beat thumping along her spine, hitting all those wonderful nerve-endings inside Andréa. She could almost feel how tightly and snugly Andréa gripped around the dildo, the smell of Andréa’s juices and blood, along with other tantalizing scents, were setting off a chain of reactions and small explosions inside of Miranda.
Miranda’s own walls began contracting down on her section of the double-headed dildo, rubbing against the quivering knot inside her, setting off the beginnings of a magnificent climax. She renewed her efforts for Andréa, wanting her to cum soon; bringing one hand down, finally acquiescing to Andréa’s pleas, to first lightly circle the throbbing reddened flesh at the apex of Andréa’s labial lips, ignoring the cries for a firmer touch for a moment. But it was Andréa’s firmly rotating ass, circling the dildo inside Miranda, quickening the explosions inside her, hastening the massive impending orgasm. Her other hand moved from Andréa’s now deliciously sore nipples to sweep down Andréa’s tensed and heaving torso, to wrap around her waist, anchoring her to give Miranda the leverage to properly thrust and circle even deeper inside Andréa.
Andrea feeling her limbs weaken even more, with both legs clenched around Miranda’s back, she didn’t worry that she would drop her. Andrea reached a hand that’d been digging bloody furrows into Miranda’s shoulder, up and back into Miranda’s hair to drag into the damp strands as the pleasure tore through her body. Miranda had finally lifted her head, her tongue lapping at the weeping wound, licking up the remnants of her feast, before Andréa tugged her chin towards her mouth and crashed with her lips with Miranda’s. Andrea’s tongue pressed into Miranda’s mouth, caressing, twining with Miranda’s tongue, before seeking all the places that made Miranda purr, tasting the traces of blood and her pre-cum, while Miranda swallowed her cries of pleasure.
Like a growing ball of light, Andy’s orgasm grew bigger and grew closer. Miranda couldn’t go deeper or harder, but her efforts were still spectacular, hitting the slightly roughened spot inside her cunt like a boxer working a bag, along with a firmer pinching and circling of her quivering, now purplish-red, bundle of nerves. She could feel the magic building inside the shower; her fertility magic, Miranda’s Ardeur, was like a huge tsunami growing inside them, inside the shower.
Suddenly she felt Miranda tremble violently, a cry echoed in Andy’s mouth, while her hips seemed to jerk and spasm, snapping harder into Andy’s groin, signaling her orgasm but also setting off Andy’s own orgasm.
Tearing her mouth from Miranda’s, “Miranda, I’m cumming… I’m cummi-,” Andy almost screamed, because her clit and sugar walls spasmed hard, before contracting quickly, her cum seemed to spray out around the dildo. Miranda involuntarily bit down on her Mark again, setting of another orgasm for Andy which then recycled into Miranda through her Mark, a second orgasm spilling through her shuddering body, and causing a scream to burst from Andréa’s throat.
Miranda’s hands which were now clenched tightly around Andréa’s bottom, easily holding her in the palms of her hands, involuntarily dug her nails near the moist cleft separating the firm globes, leaving their own bloody furrows. While blood and cum leaked from their bodies, minor orgasms continued to explode through both women, the exquisite pleasure-pain was so fierce that Andy felt blackened edges of unconsciousness creeping in, before the loud cries and gasps were instantly silenced. Miranda easily held Andréa close to her shuddering body, she slipped her fangs free, swiping up the weeping blood with her tongue, before snuggling into her lover’s neck.
“Goddess, Andréa!” Miranda murmured against Andréa’s skin.
Miranda quickly and shakily lifted her head, suddenly noticing up the deadened weight of her lover, her eyes checked over her Mate, worried that she’d taken too much blood or accidentally hurt her. But stretching her senses, staring at the slack, contented expression on Andréa’s face, she realized with no little amount of smugness that Andréa simply passed out from the pleasure. Quickly reaching over to shut off the shower, was when she noticed the huge tub lined with greenery-are those lily pads?! Frowning in confusion, she opened the shower door and cautiously peered out, only to gasp out in surprise.
The entire bathroom was wet, floors flooded, but exotic flowers and roses dotted and swayed in the p0ols of water. Vines curved along the walls, with more flowers sprouting from the intermittent buds dotted along the vines. It was if a tropical greenhouse exploded in the bathroom. Miranda looked down at her blissfully unaware lover, and shook her head - the bill will be astronomical.
Chapter 37
****
Miranda stood in front of the mirror making the final adjustments with her perfect outfit: from the ever-present black Prada heels were followed by a stunning dark-blue pin-stripe, pant-suit by Domenico Vacca, complimented by a silky, baby-blue, Givenchy blouse unbuttoned dangerously low. The only accessory was a rare, black-diamond, tear-drop pendant on a delicate, white-gold necklace cradled alluringly within Miranda’s glorious décolleté. With her perfectly coiffed silver mane and understated but sexily appointed make-up made Andy want to go Round 2. However, the… accidental greenhouse in the bathroom (which still had Andy frowning in bewilderment) and the fact that they had an important meeting was what kept her from initiating… things.
As for Andy, she felt… decadent in her ensemble… and a little exposed. But Miranda and Nigel insisted that it was necessary - vampire politics and all that, thought Andy with a mental eye roll. The BCBGMAXAZRIA gold-metallic colored jersey dress, with utterly striking draped sleeves, curved seaming and a cinched neckline created a subtle keyhole that accentuated Andy’s svelte figure beautifully. The material fit in such a way that her full breasts pressed enticingly against the deceptively fitted dress and her nipples stood out as tantalizing “buttons”; tight and lusciously sore from their earlier activities scrapped deliciously under the material. Her remained bare back, along with her sleekly-muscled legs which were capped off with a pair of gold-mirrored Jimmy Choo shoes; the effect brought a retro-uber-sexy disco look, that Miranda was sure would cause even the Pope to “fall of the wagon” (she internally shivered in repulsion at that mental picture). Carefully scrutinizing Andrea’s finished look; the glorious hair fell like a gleaming, chocolate waterfall and her eye make-up done with a ‘smoky effect’, all together presented a gorgeously-contrasted picture to Miranda’s power-suit.
Andy finished applying her smoky-red lipstick to her full and slightly swollen lips when she felt her lover’s arms slide around her waist. “You look scrumptious. I think my work here is done.”
Leaning back into the strong arms, wanting to purr like a kitten in contentment she responded. “Well, that’s what happens when you fuck me 10-ways from Sunday AND put me in haute couture.”
“Does the Amazon Rain forest you brought into our bathroom also count?” Miranda drawled.
“Ha, ha. Well, the Goddess did say she was imparting a few ‘gifts.’ I just wish they were a little less… intrusive.”
Miranda leaned down, nuzzled her Mark before gently kissing the freshly-bitten area. “Well, regardless, it’s time to leave. I do hope that the suit I sent over to that… man in your Mother’s entourage; Kitto, fits.” (Kitto is a nervous half-Snake Goblin, half-Sidhe background and stood around 4ft), She walked over to grab the cape that Andréa would wear, while grabbing a case to place on the bed. Andy walked over to see what was in it because Miranda packed it somewhat secretively.
When she opened it Andy’s eyes widened in surprise and a little trepidation she worriedly inquired about the various weapons in the case. “Ah, Miranda? Are we expecting trouble?”
“We are walking into unknown territory that includes a powerful Master Vampire, a Triumvirate, and a Master Necromancer, I think it’s essential to be prepared for any scenario, Andréa.” She turned towards Andréa with a wicked looking dagger and a leather sheath. “Sit.” she pointed at the chair behind Andy.
When Andy sat, Miranda kneeled down with the items, tapping Andy’s thighs until they opened wide, She placed herself in between them, and slid her hand up Andy thigh, possessively caressing the skin until she reached the edge of the short jersey-dress. Pushing that up until her hand almost reached the juncture of her groin. She then fastened the leather holder securely around Andy’s thigh, tickling her curls behind the barely-there thong, brushing her still-swollen labia, tickling Andy’s lust, and the placed the wicked-looking dagger in the holder. Miranda leaned down and possessively brushed her lips against small triangle of expensive fabric, making Andy’s clit jump.
“Geezus, Miranda! Do you want people to be sniffing after me in heat?!? She asked with some breathless amusement.
Miranda gracefully stood up and held out her hand for Andréa to chivalrously help her to her feet. “They can try. But they wouldn’t fare well I promise you. Now, come along darling, its time.” She snuggled her into her body. “Besides you do smell divine; they can discretely sniff, even look - to some extent, but no touch.”
After Miranda finished placing weapons -mostly knives in discreet places along her body, she once again clasped Andréa’s hand, leaned over and kissed her sweetly, and they went to meet their new… friends.