Chapter 85: Traveling With A Vampire
"How would you like to pass the time?"
As soon as Nyrielle spoke the words, Ashlynn’s pulse quickened and her breath caught. For the past several days, Nyrielle had collected her from her training each day to bathe with her before sunrise. Several times, she’d felt Nyrielle holding herself back from feeding on her because if she did, Ashlynn would lose the last days of her blossoming period.
Now that the period of rapid growth had ended though, there was nothing to hold her back. More than that, however, Ashlynn herself had come to miss the feelings that coursed through her body and melted her mind when Nyrielle sank her fangs into her tender flesh.
"You’ve been holding back," Ashlynn said, pulling her pale golden hair away from her neck. "You don’t have to hold back anymore," she said, her voice trembling slightly in anticipation and eagerness.
The single lantern in the carriage cast deep, inky shadows that danced flowed across Ashlynn’s pale flesh like water, offering enticing glimpses of the deep valley of cleavage beneath her slender neck while the soft golden glow of the lantern light highlighted her full and supple curves.
The simple, earthy brown of Ashlynn’s dress spilled over her body like a decadent sauce over a savory morsel, tantalizing and tempting Nyrielle until her fangs began to show and her heartbeat quickened at the tantalizing sight of Ashlynn offering herself up for Nyrielle to feed.
"Come here," Nyrielle said, a hint of power spilling from her lips as her midnight eyes darkened. She reached out and traced a sharply pointed nail along Ashlynn’s neck until she reached the point of her chin, pulling the young witch forward until their lips met.
For a moment, a sharp pain flared in Ashlynn’s lower lip as Nyrielle gently pierced her skin, releasing a thin rivulet of coppery blood into their mouths as their tongues danced over each other. The kiss sent shivers all the way down Ashlynn’s body until her toes curled in her soft shoes and her arms lost the strength to prop her up as she leaned into the kiss.
Pulling Ashlynn fully into her lap, Nyrielle’s fingers gently caressed the young witch’s sides, tracing up to her full bust before cupping her face and holding her in the kiss as she drank from Ashlynn’s lips like a drowning woman.