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You met Victoria in a bar. It wasn’t the usual sort of bar you went to — dark and dirty — but you’d been dragged in by a friend of a friend. And you’d certainly started to enjoy yourself once Victoria had joined your group.
It was dim on the dance floor but she’d seemed to glow from within; her skin luminous, her hair spun gold and her teeth perfectly white. You weren’t sure later why you’d noticed her teeth in particular until you’d seen her laughing while she was lent on the bar next to you and you’d realised her teeth looked unusually sharp.
You didn’t ask about them. You can’t remember asking Vitoria anything at all. You were too enthralled by the way she was looking at you. It was like a physical force, begging you to touch and taste and kiss. Which is how you ended up stuck at the mouth in a shadowed part of the club dance floor.
The music is bassy and Vic’s hand is slipping under your bra. Usually, you’d have been too terrified of someone seeing to let someone touch you like this but the club is dark and no one is looking your way. And you feel like if Vic takes her hands off you, you might die. She thumbs your nipple as she licks your mouth.
You moan and she pinches, rolling the bud between her thumb and forefinger, smirking. You pant against her lips as she asks you if you want to go somewhere quieter. You nod, dumbfounded she wants to leave with you. Victoria takes you by the wrist, leading you out and up the stairs of the underground club.
The air is much cooler outside but you don’t get a chance to sober up from her sweet kisses. Victoria guides you into the back seat of a taxi, slipping a hand up your skirt as it pulls off from the curb. You feel your cheeks burning as her deft fingers brush the hem of your underwear. You gasp, biting your tongue in the back of the taxi. Vic kisses you again, hand firm on your jaw as she thumbs your clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. She nips your lip and it stings. You flinch back tasting metal and see that she’s watching you in the dark.
‘I’m sorry,’ she says, voice a low rumble, ‘I got excited.’ Her eyes gleam and you can feel the heat of her gaze on your skin again. Her hand is still hot on your thigh and you’re finding it difficult to string your thoughts together. You’ve never wanted anyone so badly you think as you tongue the split in your lip. It’s turning you on even more than Vic’s willing to be a little rough. The taxi arrives and you both stumble out.
Vic owns a basement flat on the edge of town. The streets are empty in this part of town and it starts to dawn on you that you’ve come home with a total stranger. But then Vic captures your mouth again and you forget your misgivings. You put your hands on her waist and squeeze the curve of her hips. She giggles into your mouth, pressing her breast against your chest. You lift a hand to squeeze one and she moans.
‘Let’s go inside,’ she speaks into your ear as she leads you by the wrist again. You follow her down to the steps and kiss her shoulders to make her laugh while she fumbles for her key. Her hair smells like vanilla and you want to eat her alive.
You’re surprised how cold the flat is when you get inside and ask if she doesn’t have heating. Victoria just laughs.
‘I don’t feel cold much,’ she says with a shrug, crooking her finger as she backs towards what you guess is her bedroom. You follow like a sleepwalker, still surprised at yourself that you’re here at all. Her bedroom is a little warmer but dark as the inside of a tomb. There are heavy curtains pulled over the windows, so thick they don’t let in even the harsh orangery glow of the street lights outside.
Vic flicks on a lamp, making you blink as she sits on the edge of the bed. She’s kicked off her heels and as you look at her she starts to unbutton the shirt she’s wearing. You move closer and she allows you to take over undressing her. She’s not wearing a bra beneath her shirt and you bend to capture one of her nipples in your mouth. She hums, arching into your mouth as you reach to thumb the other nipple.
Victoria moans again and then you feel a hand on top of your head, pushing you down. You get on your knees without being told and reach for the fly of her jeans. Vic lifts her hips and you wriggle down her jeans and underwear. Vic lays back on the back parting her thighs to show you her glossy cunt. Her hand is on your head again and you don’t resist as she guides you down to taste her. You lick, tongue briefly dipping inside making her gasp.
You lick enthusiastically, circling her clit with the tip of your tongue and lapping her labia with the full flat of your tongue. She squirms and moans, pulling at your hair. You can feel her nails digging into your shoulder, almost deep enough to draw blood. The thought turns you on more than you’d expected and Vic gasps sharply underneath you. She shivers through the orgasm, thighs clamping briefly around your head. You come up gasping for air but you figure there are worse ways to die.
Vic pulls you up, kissing you hard on the mouth. No doubt she can taste herself on your lips, you think as she gets up from the bed. Reversing your positions so quickly it leaves you blinking, Vic pushes you back on the bed and strips off your lower half. You feel her breath on your inner thigh and her fingers slip inside your wet cunt with ease.
You moan, feeling shimmering pleasure spiralling outwards. Vic closes her mouth around your clit sucking with eyes on your face as she fucks her fingers in and out of you. You can feel her tongue stroking as she watches you for a reaction.
For your part all you can do is arch back off the bed, moaning and writhing with the unbearably sweet torture she’s giving you. She curls her fingers and you come so hard it leaves you gasping.
Vic unseals her mouth from your clit and laps your thigh. You can see her eyes reflecting the lamp light like a cat’s. She kisses your cunt, making you laugh before she kisses over your outer hip and stomach and ribs as she pushes up your shirt. Her little pink tongue darts out to lick between your breasts. You’re still wearing your bra and you lean up on your elbows to unlatch it but Vic stops you.
‘Can I try something, darling?’ She asks, honey-blond vanilla-scented hair cascading onto your chest as she looks up at you. You nod, completely enthralled by her. Vic smiles at you and presses her mouth to the swell of your breast again. You feel her thigh slide up between yours and then you feel her cant her hips so you can feel the wet heat of her cunt against yours. You groan, head tipping back as she starts rocking her hips. All you can focus on is her hot slick skin rubbing over your clit.
But then you feel a stinging sensation at the top of your breast and you look down to see Vic’s mouth is painted red. You think for a moment it’s lipstick before remembering she wasn’t wearing any. It's blood you realise distantly but you don’t feel afraid.
Vic licks over your breast, tracing the rivulets of red that are pooling in the valley of your cleavage. You feel almost unbearably hot and your cunt is throbbing as Vic fucks and rocks her hips into you while her mouth is stuck on your breast sucking. You can see there’s blood straining her honey hair.
You scream as the sensation peaks and the orgasm sparks through your limbs as your thighs clamp around Vic’s. Vic praises you softly, rolling her hips and licking over the small wound in your chest. You feel her hands on your shoulders and she holds you still, working her hips rhythmically, pressing and rubbing her cunt into yours until she throws her head back. There are thin trails of blood that have run down her throat and onto her breasts. You can’t take your eyes off them.
You’re not completely sure what happens next. You can remember her bending to kiss your lips one last time and then everything seems to go hazy as you try to sit. You have to leave. There’s shouting in another room and you’re aware of being moved (carried?). Then there’s nothing but the void of unconsciousness or perhaps sleep you can’t tell.
You wake the next morning — sunlight streaming through your open bedroom window — naked and thirsty, with a pounding headache like a hangover though you had hardly had one drink. You sit up, glancing around for some sign that last night had been anything but an erotic and blood-soaked dream.