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Seonghwa steps out onto a crowded street in Itaewon. Her ears ringing from the noise of the club she just left. Around her, people stumble from club to club, enjoying the very early hours of the morning. They’re bleary-eyed, and intoxicated. Their laughter ringing up into the air and mixing with the bass pounding through the concrete and asphalt.
Despite the hour, and the location, Seonghwa merely feels invigorated. She breathes in a deep breath, letting the mixed aromas of street food and cigarette smoke fill her senses.
The summer air is muggy, and oppressive. A slight breeze winds through the district’s streets, ruffling her low-cut snakeskin print blouse, just enough to provide the barest relief. It brings along a faint scent, just barely strong enough to be picked up. It’s something warm, and citrus-y. A unique perfume.
Seonghwa allows a small smile to grace her full, pink lips. Then she starts her walk home. Her tall, black heels click on the concrete. They’re a steady staccato, meshing easily with the music spilling out of open doors.
She has no trouble traveling through the packed streets. People move out of her way almost instinctively. The crowd parts around her, and she saunters through, head held high, hands tucked into the pockets of her brown blazer. The gold thread inlaid in it catches the neon lights, creating a shifting mass of colors.
Seonghwa can feel the eyes on her as she walks. She’s used to it, especially along streets such as this. She’s never bothered, though. Something about her demeanor gives most people pause. She’s free to walk where she pleases, and most people don’t stare for too long.
Tonight, it seems she isn’t as lucky. She can feel a heavy gaze tracking her every movement. Her skin crawls with it. If she were anywhere else, were any one else, she might’ve started to walk faster, fear thrumming through her veins.
Instead, Seonghwa keeps her steady pace, refusing to waver. She never once drops her guard. Her dark eyes sweep over the crowds of people, but no one stands out.
Seonghwa takes the long way home. She leaves the busy streets behind, their crowds and noise fading into the night air. Soon enough, she’s the only person in sight as she travels down small, residential roads.
Farther away from the district’s nightlife, the city is quieter, and darker. Street lights spill golden light over pavement and parked cars. Every so often, a singular window in one of the apartment buildings lining the street will be on. Otherwise, it is dark, and silent. The moon shines overhead. It’s a waxing gibbous, not yet full, but bright enough to provide more illumination.
On a cloudless night like tonight, Seonghwa can look up, past the buildings, and catch sight of a few stars. She’s busy searching for any hint of a constellation she knows when she hears it. Another pair of footsteps, perfectly in line with her own. Seonghwa almost missed the sound of them. A slight misstep was the only reason she caught it.
Seonghwa is still a few blocks away from home. Maybe ten minutes out, if she keeps up her pace. So she does. The footsteps behind her don’t fade. They mix with the clack of her heels, becoming inaudible once more. She still feels that heavy, burning gaze on her.
It’s not hostile, just intent. Seonghwa doesn’t give any indication that she’s noticed anything amiss. She continues heading home, and enjoys the night air.
Seonghwa steps into the lobby of her apartment building. She has to rapidly blink at the sudden amount of light, but continues past the lone worker sitting at the desk. They don’t even look up at her approach. Inside the building, the temperature is a stark difference from outside. The aircon has been put on full blast to combat the summer heat.
It takes mere moments for the elevator to arrive. She steps in, and presses the button for her floor. The metal doors slowly slide shut. As they do, Seonghwa feels the eyes on her vanish. Their weight is lifted from her shoulders as the elevator starts its ascent.
The doors open a few minutes later. Seonghwa pushes off from where she had been leaning against the mirrored back wall. She leaves nothing behind as she steps into the short hallway between the elevator and the singular door on this floor. Not even a smudge on the glass.
Seonghwa is quick to input a code on the door’s keypad. It flashes green a moment later, and then she’s twisting the handle to step inside her apartment.
It’s dark inside. The only light comes from the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that line the far wall of her living room. Seonghwa lets the door swing shut behind her. She stops to remove her heels, sliding them under the low bench that waits. She replaces them with her house slippers. Her feet practically heave a sigh of relief as they go from stiff, unforgiving leather, to plush fleece.
Seonghwa doesn’t bother turning on any lights as she walks further into her apartment. The light from the windows is more than enough to see by. She heads straight for the kitchen. Pauses only to slide her phone out of the pocket of her black slacks, and leave it on the counter.
The room is utterly silent as she pads across wooden floors. Seonghwa grabs a wine glass from one of her cabinets. A bottle of chilled red wine follows, its strong scent filling the apartment. She pours a generous amount into the glass, swirling it once before she lifts it to her lips.
The taste of it on her tongue is rich, heavy, and metallic. It’s not her first drink of the night, but she can’t help but to indulge. Even if she’s forced to admit some of the Itaewon clubs have a better vintage. She’ll have to remedy that, soon. Maybe get a better bottle. Though she’s always been a fan of the fresher stuff.
Drink in hand, Seonghwa walks over to the windows. From here, she has the perfect view of the Han river, and Jamwon-dong on the opposite bank. She pushes open the door leading to her balcony, stepping back into the humid air. The breeze is stronger up here. It lifts her dark, shoulder-length curls, and starts trying to tangle the strands together.
Seonghwa leans on the railing, eyes on the city before her, wine glass in hand. She gives it a few moments before she speaks.
“You’re far less subtle than you think you are.” Seonghwa says into the night air. She can feel the slight disturbance of the air behind her. She merely takes a sip from her glass.
“Maybe I wanted you to hear me coming.” A voice answers, playfully.
Seonghwa turns away from the view, looking at the woman on her balcony. She’s shorter than Seonghwa, though the heels on her boots give her a valiant boost. Her short, reddish-brown hair has been straightened, falling just to her jaw in a messy cut. Her sharp, impish eyes are lined with dark makeup, and partially hidden under long bangs. The woman is dressed in a long, dark coat, unbuttoned to show the dark silk shirt underneath it. Seonghwa notes with some amusement that the pattern of her coat is a dark snakeskin.
“I’m not talking about now. You should really find a better hiding spot if you’re so determined to shadow me during business meetings.” Seonghwa says, flatly. She raises an expectant brow.
The woman freezes, looking sheepish. Then she hums, “I really thought you didn’t notice me. I wasn’t even on the same floor.”
“Then you vastly underestimate me, Hongjoong-ah.” Seonghwa sighs. “What do you want?”
Hongjoong doesn’t answer right away, she takes a few steps forward, coming into Seonghwa’s personal space. “Must I want something?” She asks, the mischievous look back in her eyes. She comes with a warm, citrus-y scent. It fills the air around them. Seonghwa can practically taste it as she breathes in.
“Yes. Because you wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Well, I was going to wait, but since you’re being so rude .” Hongjoong pouts, and leans even further in. Seonghwa can see the glint of perfect, white fangs in the moonlight. Hongjoong’s eyes dance as she blatantly inhales Seonghwa’s scent.
It is only years of experience that keeps Seonghwa from stepping away, long used to this woman’s antics. Even so, she’s so close. Seonghwa can see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. A habit they both haven’t bothered losing.
“Call off your coven, Seonghwa-ya.” Hongjoong says. She smiles like she knows exactly what she’s doing to Seonghwa.
“They’re not in your territory.” Seonghwa counters. She refuses to let this woman throw her off-balance. “They know the rules, and our investigation isn’t spilling over our borders.”
“My people are getting antsy. They’re starting to feel threatened.” Hongjoong’s voice drops an octave. She’s no longer overtly teasing.
“Then it’s your job as matriarch to reassure them. Really, getting threatened over something that has nothing to do with them? Your control is slipping, Hongjoong-ah.” Seonghwa takes another sip of her drink. Hongjoong’s eyes track the movement, and the bob of her throat as she swallows. They darken a fraction, and then she leans forward.
Hongjoong’s hand comes up to cradle Seonghwa’s jaw. Her thumb swipes over the corner of Seonghwa’s lip. Hongjoong lets it linger for a long, charged moment, before she pulls back. Her thumb pad comes away red. She holds Seonghwa’s gaze as she brings it to her own mouth.
The heat that had been steadily coiling in Seonghwa’s gut sparks at the action. Her eyes track Hongjoong’s wet, pink tongue as it darts across her thumb.
“Are you sure it's my control that is slipping?” Hongjoong asks, dark gaze burning a hole into Seonghwa’s. She lets her thumb fall from her mouth. Like this, Hongjoong looks otherworldly, almost animalistic. Before, she could almost pass off as a human. Now, the intensity in her gaze betrays her.
Seonghwa drags her gaze away from Hongjoong’s hand. She doesn’t bother pretending like she hadn’t been staring. “I will not be calling off my coven. They are well aware of where our territory ends. Now, was there anything else?” Her voice remains cold and steady.
“There was, actually. It’s been too long.” Hongjoong takes another step forward, coming toe-to-toe with Seonghwa. One of her hands lands on Seonghwa’s waist. Hongjoong leans in, inches away from her face. Her touch is searing cold, even through the light fabric of Seonghwa’s blouse. She can feel the slight prick of claws against her skin.
“Has it?” Seonghwa counters. “I saw you just last week.”
Hongjoong huffs a laugh, breath ghosting against Seonghwa’s face. She squeezes Seonghwa’s waist, once in warning. “I don’t mean for business. I mean for this.” Hongjoong ducks her head, slowly, giving Seonghwa time to react.
Seonghwa doesn’t flinch away. Doesn’t move at all, as Hongjoong presses a kiss against the golden column of her throat. Her lips are cold, but soft. This time, Seonghwa can’t help the shiver that courses through her body. She gives in, and lets her free hand come to rest on Hongjoong’s shoulder.
Hongjoong responds by pressing another kiss into her neck, open-mouthed. The wet touch of her tongue laps against Seonghwa’s skin. Then, Seonghwa feels the press of fangs. Hongjoong pauses, posed to bite, once more giving Seonghwa the option.
Seonghwa simply tilts her head back in open invitation. Hongjoong’s fangs sink in a second later. The pain is instantaneous, sharp, and cold. Seonghwa doesn’t bother stopping the moan that spills out of her parted lips. The heat building inside her grows, a heady rush.
The prick of claws against her waist adds to the sensation. Hongjoong squeezes her, a low rumble coming from her throat as she drinks Seonghwa’s blood.
Hongjoong pulls away a few moments later. She presses another kiss to the twin puncture wounds she left behind. A slow swipe of her tongue ceases the sting of the wound.
When Hongjoong raises her head to look at Seonghwa, there’s a thin sheen of blood on her soft, pillowy lips. Her eyes are blown wide with arousal, and her chest is heaving in mockery of a lack of breath.
Seonghwa doesn’t give her a moment. She grips Hongjoong’s shoulder, uncaring of the way her own claws dig into the heavy fabric of the other woman’s coat. Seonghwa kisses Hongjoong, tasting her own blood on her lips.
She responds instantly, opening her mouth to allow Seonghwa’s tongue to sweep inside. Hongjoong crowds Seonghwa against the balcony railing, and slips a leg between her thighs.
The pressure against Seonghwa’s cunt is a blessed relief. She moans once more into Hongjoong’s mouth. Hongjoong eagerly swallows the noise.
Seonghwa lets go of Hongjoong’s shoulder, her hand coming up to rest in the strands of Hongjoong’s hair. She swirls her tongue across Hongjoong’s fangs, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to puncture. Then she pulls Hongjoong off her by the grip in her hair.
Hongjoong goes with a ragged noise. She already looks wrecked.
Seonghwa allows herself a moment to take in the view. She’ll never get tired of this sight. Then she tugs Hongjoong’s hair again, and exposes the vampire’s throat.
Unlike Hongjoong, she doesn’t tease. She’s quick to sink her own fangs into Hongjoong’s throat. The taste of blood on Seonghwa’s tongue is as strong as any aphrodisiac. Hongjoong whines, loud, and pitiful in Seonghwa’s hold.
A vampire offering their throat is incredibly vulnerable. An instant is all it could take for their throat to be ripped out, stolen lifeblood spilling from the wound. It’s a show of trust, to let one so close. An honor often reserved for the closest of family members.
Seonghwa isn’t stupid. She knows how rare it is for Hongjoong to trust her with something as precious as her life, and for Seonghwa to do the same. If Hongjoong had been anyone else, Seonghwa would never have let her get so close.
It's the decades between them both that have given them the chance to trust each other. Despite their roles as matriarchs of opposing covens.
It started as a stupid risk, an offer to provide an outlet of release for each other. Over the years, it grew into something more, something stronger. Seonghwa knows Hongjoong feels it too. Neither of them have ever attempted to broach the subject. It simply lies between them, and Seonghwa wouldn’t have it any other way.
Seonghwa knows that there may come a time when she’s forced to make a choice. When tensions are high, and she meets Hongjoong in battle. She knows neither of them will hesitate at that moment. But here, they’ve let themself trust the other. Here, they’re safe, with fangs at one another’s throat, in pleasure, not violence.
Hongjoong moans again, loud in the night air. She presses her weight forward, hips against Seonghwa’s, causing her leg to slide against her core once more. Seonghwa tightens her hand in Hongjoong’s hair, knowing she enjoys the pain.
She pulls back from Hongjoong’s neck a few moments later. Seonghwa leaves the wound open, and lets go of Hongjoong’s hair.
Hongjoong’s eyes are wide with lust. Seonghwa knows she looks much the same.
“Let me fuck you, Seonghwa-ya.” Hongjoong breathes.
And who is Seonghwa to deny her?
She brings her glass back to her lips, swallowing the last of the liquid in it. It washes away the taste of Hongjoong’s blood, and Seonghwa briefly mourns it. Preserved blood is never as good as that drunk directly from a vein, but Seonghwa isn’t snobbish enough to fully knock it.
Glass now empty, Seonghwa sets it down on her balcony table. Hongjoong watches her hungrily. She’s ever so patient.
The second it leaves Seonghwa’s hands, that patience vanishes. Hongjoong surges forward, and captures her lips in another kiss. Seonghwa melts into it.
With both hands now free, she lightly pushes at Hongjoong’s shoulders. Not enough to separate, but enough to tell her to get moving.
Hongjoong obliges, stumbling back. She lets Seonghwa push them back inside the apartment. Despite the fact that she could navigate Seonghwa’s apartment blindfolded and distracted, she lets Seonghwa take the lead. Eager to be pushed towards the bedroom.
The kiss grows messy as they travel. Both of Hongjoong’s hands have found Seonghwa’s waist, and she has yet to retract her claws. They’ll leave a few dozen small puncture wounds on Seonghwa’s bare skin. Marks that she always looks forward to.
Seonghwa pushes Hongjoong down onto her bed, finally breaking the kiss. Hongjoong hits the plush mattress with a soft sound, looking dazed. Her hands slip from Seonghwa’s waist, leaving behind thin scratches. She doesn’t move as Seonghwa crawls over her, and sits in her lap.
The ache in Seonghwa’s cunt is all-consuming, and she gives into temptation to grind against Hongjoong’s hips. They let out twin moans at the sensation. Seonghwa feels so alight, like one simple touch will send her up in flames.
Hongjoong’s hands reach up, and sneak under Seonghwa’s blazer. She removes it reverently, sliding it down Seonghwa’s shoulders. The sleeves get caught on Seonghwa’s wrists, and so she’s forced to lean forward as her arms are pulled behind her. It’s an awkward position, and Hongjoong struggles to pull the blazer off the rest of the way. Seonghwa’s mind goes blank as her movement is restricted. She doesn’t fight it.
Finally, Hongjoong wrestles her arms free, and Seonghwa has to quickly engage her core to stop from falling directly on Hongjoong’s chest. Her senses rush back to her, and she feels a tinge of disappointment. But it’s brief as Hongjoong tosses the blazer away, letting it land in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Seonghwa’s shoulders are bare to the warm air of her bedroom now. Her sleeveless snakeskin blouse reveals her toned arms. The low neckline ends in a sharp point right below her sternum, showing off the curves of her breasts. A loose, matching tie trails down even lower.
Hongjoong wraps a hand around the tie and pulls. Seonghwa falls into her gracelessly, but neither of them care as Hongjoong palms the center of her chest. She holds it there for a moment, feeling the faux beating of Seonghwa’s heart. Despite her undeath, it works to pump the blood she’s ingested throughout her entire body. Now, it’s pounding a mile a minute.
She's pulled in for another messy kiss as Hongjoong’s hand slides under her blouse. She palms at one of Seonghwa’s breasts. Seonghwa’s other hand releases the tie, and lands on Seonghwa’s stomach, where it starts to trail down.
The first touch of Hongjoong’s hand against her cunt—clothed as it is—sends Seonghwa’s hips bucking into it. She gasps into Hongjoong’s mouth as a hand pinches her nipple, and the other presses firmly against her core.
Seonghwa’s own hands find Hongjoong’s chest, and she squeezes her tits through the silk fabric. Her hands curl around the full mounds of flesh, and she allows the tips of her claws to lightly pierce the skin. Hongjoong moans into her mouth, and pinches Seonghwa harder.
“Stop teasing,” Seonghwa demands against Hongjoong’s mouth. Her voice is rough, and breathless. She rocks her hips down against Hongjoong’s hand again. She’s already so close to coming undone.
Hongjoong chuckles, but allows Seonghwa to pull back. She removes her hands, and Seonghwa instantly misses their touch, even though she had just asked to speed things up.
Hongjoong slips out of her own coat, having to rise up slightly to get it out from under her. Seonghwa’s hands let go of her chest, and she eagerly helps Hongjoong untuck her shirt from her pants. They pull it up and over her head in a fluid motion.
A lacy, black push-up bra cups Hongjoong’s tits. Seonghwa briefly glares at the last thing obstructing her from being able to touch smooth skin. She’s quick to wrap a hand around Hongjoong’s back, and unclasp it. Undone, the bra is easily pulled from Hongjoong’s chest.
Seonghwa is in the midst of leaning over them when Hongjoong stops her. She sends a pointed glance at Seonghwa’s own shirt. With a roll of her eyes, Seonghwa stops moving. She lets Hongjoong grab her blouse, and pull it over her head.
Unlike Hongjoong, she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her nipples are pebbled from Hongjoong’s cold touch. Seonghwa goes to remove her tie, but Hongjoong’s hand on her wrist halts her movement.
“Leave it.” She requests. Seonghwa raises a brow at Hongjoong, but obeys. Her hand falls away from the tie.
Hongjoong wastes no time. Her hands settle on Seonghwa’s hips, then she’s twisting around to reverse their positions.
Seonghwa falls back onto the bed with a soft sound. Hongjoong now sits above her, straddling her waist. She doesn’t get a chance to get used to the reverse in positions before Hongjoong’s hands are grabbing the waistband of her slacks and pulling.
She frees Seonghwa of her pants, and pauses at the sight before her. A dark red, lacy thong sits at the apex of her thighs. A hint of the dark thatch of hair peeks out from under the garment, neatly trimmed. The fabric isn’t enough to hide just how slick her inner thighs are. Seonghwa preens under the attention. At the way Hongjoong seems frozen as she stares .
“Like what you see?” Seonghwa teases.
“ Fuck ,” Hongjoong breaths, voice hushed in awe. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are for me?”
Something in Seonghwa’s chest sings at Hongjoong’s words. She doesn’t trust herself to respond, so instead, she grabs the waistband of Hongjoong’s pants. Together, they rid Hongjoong of her pants and plain underwear entirely.
The second Hongjoong is freed from her clothes, she pushes off the bed, and sinks to the floor. Seonghwa gets no warning as Hongjoong’s hands wrap around her thighs and tug. She’s pulled to the edge of the bed, and Hongjoong lowers her head.
Hongjoong places a quick kiss to the inside of one of her thighs, and sinks her teeth into it. Seonghwa arches up off the bed, and can’t help but squeeze her thighs around Hongjoong. She crosses her ankles over Hongjoong’s back, and keens. Hongjoong moans, low in her throat, and pulls off to lap up the blood.
Her breath ghosts over Seonghwa’s dripping and swollen cunt, making her shudder. She doesn’t get another chance to warn Hongjoong not to tease, because then Hongjoong is leaning in. She slides a finger under Seonghwa’s thong, then pulls it to the side, removing any barrier in her way.
Hongjoong laps at Seonghwa’s cunt like a woman starved. She licks broad stripes up from her hole to her clit. Seonghwa has been leaking since Hongjoong swiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and Hongjoong feasts on it with enthusiasm. Her hands find their way back into Hongjoong’s hair, pressing her impossibly closer. Her powerful thighs squeeze Hongjoong’s head.
Hongjoong moans into Seonghwa’s core at the pressure, and the vibrations travel through her.
Already, Seonghwa is so close to the edge, just from a few touches. She’s truly burning now, the flames rising higher with every swipe of Hongjoong’s tongue. She lets out a long moan as Hongjoong first breaches her hole. Seonghwa pulls on Hongjoong’s hair in an effort not to come right then and there.
Seonghwa lasts just a few more moments. The lightest graze of Hongjoong’s fangs against her folds has her coming with a shout. Her thighs tighten around Hongjoong as the waves of her orgasm travel through her. Hongjoong doesn’t stop her ministrations, and continues eating her out. Seonghwa makes a mess of her dark sheets, but that’s the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.
She happily laps up everything Seonghwa gives her, pushing the other woman over into overstimulation. Seonghwa lets her remain for a minute as she comes down from her high, no stranger to pain. Eventually, it starts reaching the point of too much, and she hauls Hongjoong up by her hair. Her legs relax from around Hongjoong’s head to let her come up.
Hongjoong’s chin is covered in spit and slick, and she looks utterly content. She leans into Seonghwa’s touch against her head, chest heaving despite not needing to breathe.
Seonghwa releases her grip, and smooths a hand over the spot she had just been grabbing. She pushes herself up by her elbows and rises to press a kiss against Hongjoong’s lips. She can taste her own release, mingled with her blood. Seonghwa sighs in pleasure at the taste.
She lets her hands travel down Hongjoong, from her head to her shoulders. Seonghwa lightly drags her claws across Hongjoong’s skin, delighting in the way she shivers. Her hands cup Hongjoong’s breasts, squeezing them.
Hongjoong whimpers into her mouth as Seonghwa pinches her nipples. She leans even further into Seonghwa’s touch.
Seonghwa breaks their kiss, and moves her hands to Hongjoong’s ribs. She pulls Hongjoong up off the floor, scooting back on the bed. Hongjoong follows her up, stradling one of Seonghwa’s thighs. She’s aching and wet, and gasps in relief as she presses her cunt into the leg beneath her.
“Go on,” Seonghwa tells her, leaning in to pepper kisses across Hongjoong’s face. “Use me.”
Hongjoong needs no further instruction as she begins rutting against Seonghwa. Her hips jerk back and forth, smearing her slick into Seonghwa’s skin, mixing with her dark pubic hair. Seonghwa’s hands find her breasts again, fondling them as she nips along Hongjoong’s jaw.
It doesn’t take long for Hongjoong to reach her peak. She throws her head back as her hips speed up, then stutter as her orgasm washes through her. Seonghwa’s lips travel down her throat until they stop at the still-open wound of the puncture marks she left.
Seonghwa laps up the clotting blood left on her skin. Eventually, Hongjoong’s hips still, and Seonghwa pulls back.
She looks dazed from the strength of her orgasm. But she’s not tired. She presses Seonghwa back into the sheets, and starts to worship her.
Hongjoong presses kisses against every inch of Seonghwa’s body. She sucks marks into her neck, alongside her bite-mark, and across her breasts. Hongjoong nips at Seonghwa’s nipples, but doesn’t linger. She trails down her abdomen, scraping her fangs against Seonghwa’s toned stomach.
Her attention leaves Seonghwa squirming as her arousal begins to build once more. She writhes in Hongjoong’s grasp, desperate for more. Hongjoong keeps teasing her, refusing to stay in one spot. She kisses Seonghwa’s thighs, avoiding her aching cunt with a cruel focus.
In protest, Seonghwa trails her claws up and down Hongjoong’s back, scoring light scratches into her flesh. She tugs at Hongjoong’s straight hair, making the other woman gasp with the sting against her scalp.
Seonghwa feels like she’s halfway to another orgasm when Hongjoong blissfully stops.
Hongjoong crawls off her with one last kiss pressed against her thigh. Seonghwa mourns her touch immediately, but takes advantage of the pause to get herself back under control.
She watches as Hongjoong opens up her end table, and retrieves two items from it. Seonghwa’s mouth goes dry as she spots the dildo Hongjoong pulls out. It’s Seonghwa’s largest, and thickest. A pretty pale lilac color.
Hongjoong adeptly works on fastening the black harness around her hips. Experience has her fastening it shut in mere moments. She’s quick to fasten the dildo through the ring on the front. Then she’s returning to Seonghwa. Hongjoong presses a kiss against her forehead as she gets close, apologizing for her brief absence.
Seonghwa can’t find it in herself to care. She’s dying to be touched, and she knows Hongjoong can see it in her eyes.
“Ready?” Hongjoong murmurs, and Seonghwa nods her head, eyes fixed on Hongjoong’s hips. “Good girl, open up.” She praises, and Seonghwa obeys.
She opens her mouth, waiting as Hongjoong gets in position. She’s all but sitting on Seonghwa’s chest. Then, Hongjoong is rolling her hips forward, and the tip of the dildo lands on Seonghwa’s tongue.
Seonghwa needs no further instruction. She lets her mouth pool with spit, then closes her lips around the head. Seonghwa works on covering every inch of it with spit as Hongjoong slowly feeds it into her mouth. The heavy weight of it makes Seonghwa’s eyes roll back in pleasure.
Hongjoong thrusts shallowly into Seonghwa’s mouth, staring down at her with an intense gaze. She bottoms out, holding still to let Seonghwa adjust. Her breath shudders out of her chest as she watches.
“So pretty,” Hongjoong praises. “Like you were just made to take me.”
Seonghwa moans around the cock in her mouth, loud enough she can feel the vibrations traveling through the silicone. Hongjoong lets out a curse at the sound, and begins to speed up her thrusts.
Seonghwa has never been more glad to not need to breathe to survive. She merely takes a few moments before she starts to bob her head, burying her nose into Hongjoong’s bush. Her mouth is stretched wide around the dildo, and spit spills from her lips each time Hongjoong draws it out.
She wants nothing more than for Hongjoong to start fucking her throat, but the other woman seems to be holding herself back. And Seonghwa isn’t about to pull herself off to ask for it. So instead, she merely resumes her work.
Eventually, Hongjoong decides Seonghwa has slicked the dildo up enough. She gives Seonghwa a warning pat on the cheek before she starts to slide it out of her mouth.
Seonghwa whines at the loss, and Hongjoong murmurs soft praises to her.
This time, Hongjoong doesn’t bother teasing Seonghwa. She’s just as worked up. She moves to settle herself by Seonghwa’s hips, sitting next to her on the bed.
Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa’s thighs, and slips between them. A quick tug removes Seonghwa’s thong, and tosses it across the room. Then she leans down, and without warning, bites at Seonghwa’s unmarked thigh. The wound is twin to the one she left earlier. Hongjoong laps up her blood, but doesn’t swallow it. Instead, she presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s cunt.
Seonghwa’s slick mixes with her blood, and Hongjoong draws back to spread the mixture over her pussy. Then, she’s hoisting Seonghwa’s thighs over her shoulders, and presses the tip of her cock against Seonghwa’s entrance.
She gasps out at the feeling, throwing her head back with a wanton moan as Hongjoong slowly slips it in.
Hongjoong is careful to go slow, despite knowing Seonghwa can handle a faster pace. She seems to be in no rush as she slides it in, inch by inch.
By the time Hongjoong bottoms out, Seonghwa is clawing at the sheets. Her chest heaves as she pants, feeling so full .
“Move,” She orders Hongjoong, voice raspy. “Move, please.”
Hongjoong moves. She starts with slow thrusts, aiming deep. Each time she presses back in, she hits that bundle of nerves inside Seonghwa, and sends her keening.
Seonghwa’s hands settle on Hongjoong’s hips, pulling her in, and begging her to increase her pace. Her claws open new, shallow wounds, and Hongjoong moans at the sting.
It doesn’t take long for Seonghwa to get restless. She bucks her hips to meet Hongjoong’s thrusts, desperate for more. It’s not enough, not yet.
Finally, Hongjoong obliges her. She thrusts back in with a snap of her hips. Seonghwa’s answering moan has her repeating the motion. Over, and over, and over again. Hongjoong drives her cock into Seonghwa, moving her body with the force of her thrusts.
As Hongjoong fucks her into the matress, one of her hands comes up to grip the tie Seonghwa is still wearing. The tie is loosely knotted, and Hongjoong pulls on it to tighten it. The fabric follows, tightening around Seonghwa’s throat.
Seonghwa can’t exactly choke, but the pressure against her windpipe is so addicting and heady. Her eyes once more roll to the back of her head. Her mind quiets instantly at the feeling.
Distantly, she’s aware of Hongjoong’s thrusts speeding up once more, properly rutting into Seonghwa. Seonghwa feels like she’s floating, high above the clouds. It’s euphoric, and just what she needs to tip over the edge.
Seonghwa comes with a broken moan, back arching off the bed. Hongjoong releases her grip on the tie, and Seonghwa jolts back into her body. She shudders through her orgasm as Hongjoong continues to fuck her.
Her pleasure quickly turns to pain, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. Seonghwa has just enough wherewithal to grab Hongjoong’s shoulder, and pull her down.
Hongjoong follows her tug, eyes squeezed shut as she chases her own orgasm.
Seonghwa doesn’t give her a warning as she sinks her teeth into Hongjoong’s neck a second time. She punctures the same spot, and Hongjoong comes instantly.
Hongjoong whines into Seonghwa’s shoulder as her hips stutter. Her head sinks onto Seonghwa’s neck as she breathes through her release, all but collapsing over her.
Seonghwa lifts a heavy hand to pet Hongjoong’s hair. The other woman lets out a soft sound at the touch, not unlike a purr. Seonghwa wraps her other arm around Hongjoong’s back, keeping her atop herself.
They give each other a few quiet moments to come down, merely existing in the other’s presence. If you asked Seonghwa, this was always the best part of her little. . . arrangement with Hongjoong. These soft, quiet moments where they lay, intertwined. Not that she would ever admit it aloud.
Eventually, Hongjoong could once more feel her limbs. She presses a soft kiss to Seonghwa’s neck, and pushes herself up.
Seonghwa winces as Hongjoong slips out of her, still over-sensitive. She’s content to just lay there as Hongjoong steps out of her harness, simply watching.
Hongjoong pads off to the bathroom, and returns a moment later with a warm washcloth, which she runs over Seonghwa’s skin. She’s tender and meticulous in her care. After these long decades, Hongjoong knows to fully clean up after them. That includes cleaning the harness and strap, tossing their clothes in the hamper, and getting out fresh sheets.
She pulls Seonghwa out of bed, reassuring her with a kiss as she strips and replaces the sheets efficiently. Seonghwa’s chest grows warm watching her. It’s part of the reason she trusts Hongjoong so much. There’s no one else she would rather have at her throat, and in her bed.
Before too long, Hongjoong is tossing the soiled sheets into the hamper, and pulling Seonghwa back down into bed.
She follows willingly, her legs still feeling gelatinous and unsteady. She settles against Hongjoong’s chest, and wraps her arms around the other vampire.
Hongjoong’s hand comes up to card through the waves of Seonghwa’s hair. Their false heartbeats beat in sync, and their legs tangle together.
Seonghwa allows herself to drift asleep in Hongjoong’s arms, feeling loved, and content.