The Vampire & Her Witch

The following day, Ashlynn’s face burned a brilliant shade of crimson that Nyrielle would have found adorable if she had been present to witness it. Her dress, the green satin and brocade one with the daring, plunging neckline that she wore to tempt Nyrielle into ravishing her, hung haphazardly across a high-backed chair halfway across the room where Nyrielle had thrown it to ’get the delicate treasure out of the way.’

Remarkably, the dress had survived with only a minor snag of a bit of lace that would need a bit of mending when it was laundered. Her bed, however, couldn’t make nearly the same claim.

One of the bed’s four intricately carved bedposts had snapped clean in half when Nyrielle used twisted sheets to bind Ashlynn’s hands above her head. Ashlynn had expected that her struggle against the binding might tear the sheets, but she’d never in her wildest dreams imagined that she’d become strong enough to snap a bedpost that was thicker than her wrist, or that the bedpost would snap before the silk sheets tore.

The bedpost wasn’t the only casualty of their ’rough’ evening either. The bedpost in the opposite corner had cracked and now stood at a slight angle after Nyrielle aggressively pinned Ashlynn against the post while plundering the young witch’s lips. Gingerly, as Ashlynn traced her fingers across the space between her shoulder blades, she found tender bruises that likely matched up to the carvings on the bedpost.

If they had only cracked or shattered two of the bed posts in their excess the night before, she might not have been as embarrassed as she was presently, but when she slid out from beneath the sheets, she found that one side of the bedframe had collapsed, leaving the feather mattress to sag almost all the way to the floor.

Even more embarrassing was the fact that she couldn’t recall which of them was responsible for the damage, though she had vague memories of losing control of her body when she finally begged for Nyrielle to sink her fangs into her and Nyrielle responded by drinking deeply from the artery that ran along the inside of her upper thigh.

Of all the places that Nyrielle had fed from her, while a bite on one her full, ripe breasts felt the most adoring and affectionate, just above her heart that pulsed with love, a bite to the thigh filled her body with the most intense, mind shattering pleasure that left her too overwhelmed and disoriented to move until she finally fell asleep in her lover’s arms.

"I wish Heila were here," Ashlynn muttered, covering her still crimson face with her hands as she thought about how she would explain the damage to the staff who were tending to her needs while the first member of her coven watched over Ollie during his extended vigil. "At least I could tease her about what Ignatious has in store for her if she said anything about this..."

Not that the servants in the castle would say anything they shouldn’t when Ashlynn asked them for help, but she was certain that rumors would fly within hours of her request, especially with a formal engagement dinner rapidly approaching on the night of the new moon.

It was one thing for the staff to know that she and Nyrielle were intimate, that wasn’t a secret they kept from anyone, and their open affection should have made things clear long ago. But for people to see the... aftermath of last night’s intense activities was something else entirely.