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It was Pearl’s suggestion, of course. Cleo wouldn’t– as much as she wants, she would not relinquish the tight grip they’ve had to keep on their control. Would never ask such a thing of their roommate. But Pearl, eccentric, unbothered, beautiful Pearl had pulled Cleo inside their house as the sun began to set, tugging her by the hand, and whispered her idea into Cleo’s ears, and– Well. What could Cleo do but comply?
Pearl has such a way with them. If Cleo was anyone else, it might have been embarrassing, but Pearl had wormed her way into their guarded heart more quickly than she’d have imagined possible.
The fledgeling vampire sits on their shared bed, watching intently as Pearl hums to herself and lights the last candle, setting it gingerly on a shelf. “Alright, last one!” The human exclaims, turning to her roommate with an excited grin.
“Mm. And you– You’re sure about this, Pearl?” Cleo asks despite themselves.
“Of course, silly! You’re hungry, I have blood to spare, and if anything goes wrong– Yachow. I’ll freeze ya. Make you unable to move and all that.”
Cleo presses her knees together, a bit surprised by how appetizing the idea of being frozen in place, at Pearl’s mercy… And honestly, it would make them feel more comfortable, knowing that they wouldn’t have to fight to keep a hold of themself…
“...Y’know. I wouldn’t mind that too much I think,” Cleo finds themself muttering.
“What, being frozen?” Pearl’s smile widens. She steps closer, eyes darkening as she holds out a hand to brush some of those wild orange curls out of Cleo’s face.
Cleo suppresses a shiver, fights not to lean into the warmth of Pearl’s hand. She didn’t know being a vampire would be so cold. They nod.
“You want to be held down, motionless, while I have my way with you, hmm?” Pearl’s voice is thick with want, but the giddy excitement doesn’t abate. “Let me decide just how much to give you?” She leans down, brushing her soft lips against Cleo’s pale neck.
Pearl is so close. Cleo can hear her heartbeat pounding as if it were their own, smell the sweet, warm blood running through the human’s veins. Their tongue runs across the sharp edges of their fangs, turning to put their nose against the nape of Pearl's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent.
Pearl tuts, pulling Cleo away with a hand in her hair. She clambers on top of them, resting on the vampire's lap. “Let's get you out of this dress, hmm? Can't have it getting in the way of our fun!” She smiles, reaching behind Cleo to undo the tie on the back of their dress. Cleo helps eagerly, pulling off the offending garment and leaving them in just her unders.
They move to unbutton Pearl’s shirt, but the human grabs their hand, cheeky smile sharpening. “Ah ah, not today.” She gently pushes Cleo backwards, and they fall against the soft bed with a thump. “Look at you– gorgeous,” Pearl murmurs, leaning down to capture Cleo's lips in a hungry kiss.
Cleo sighs into Pearl's warm embrace, trying not to nick her with their fangs– but they still feel clumsy and awkward in their jaw, and as Pearl licks deeper into Cleo's mouth, the human lets out a soft hiss of pain. Hot, thick blood pools on Cleo's tongue- not a lot, but enough for that ever-present hunger to sharpen to a stake-point in their gut.
With a moan, Cleo seeks out the cut on Pearl's lip, nibbling at it, pulling for more, desperate for the sweet ichor dripping from it. Human blood is so, so much better than animal or meat, and Cleo's head swims with want, with need.
Pearl pulls away, and Cleo growls, hand moving to Pearl's neck to pull her back closer, to capture those lips with her own and never ever let go. Pearl laughs a little, seemingly unfazed by the hunger that has blown Cleo's pupils wide.
“None of that, now,” Pearl whispers into Cleo's ear, surprisingly strong arms holding the vampire back. A melodic, holy word, thumping with power sends Cleo's ears ringing, a flash of white emanating from their entwined bodies.
Cleo had been able to resist these effects before, with some struggle, to push past the ringing and the sudden locking of her joints. This time, they don't even try, letting the sting of the holy power envelop them. It's like their body goes numb, unable to control their limbs, barely a twitch of the fingers, but not unfeeling– They can still feel the pressure of Pearl's body on top of hers, can feel the arousal pulsing between their legs. Can still feel as Pearl’s teeth graze Cleo's ear, before moving down to kiss at her neck again.
Cleo can't even try to still the shudder that runs through them. “P-Pearl,” They breathe, voice shaky, difficult to get the words out with how trapped in their own body they feel. It's unlike anything they've experienced before, this holy power rendering them immobile. Her new vampiric instincts urging them to struggle, to run, to escape.
Pearl just hums in response, running a slender hand down Cleo's ample chest, pulling aside her brassiere and circling one of their pert nipples. The touch sends sparks through Cleo and they whine before they can stop the ridiculous noise from slipping past their lips.
“Hah, is someone needy?” Pearl teases, voice both mocking and achingly fond. She pinches, rolling the soft skin between her fingers, moving down to trap the other nipple between her teeth. Cleo’s breath hitches (They don't need to breathe- but the steady in and out, forced air through dead lungs, is one of the only things keeping them present. They're so hungry.)
Pearl takes her sweet time, enjoying the soft noises of the otherwise reactionless vampire below her. She moves down, peppering kisses and light bites across her roommate’s exposed skin. Cleo can’t really see her from this angle, unable to move their head down to watch as Pearl– Christ, as Pearl uses her teeth to pull aside Cleo’s practically soaked underwear.
“Oh, you’ve made such a mess, Cleo! I’ll clean you up, don’t worry, just stay still.” Pearl laughs a little, and Cleo rolls her eyes fondly– Only to gasp as a warm, wet tongue licks across their folds. They want to squirm, to hold Pearl closer, to wrap her thighs around the human, but their limbs still refuse to listen. Pearl pushes Cleo’s legs open wider, and Cleo can’t even try to resist the motion. Being manhandled so easily brings another whine to their throat.
They are forced to take whatever Pearl gives her. And Pearl seems to be revelling in the noises Cleo doesn’t even think to hide anymore, burying her face in Cleo’s wet cunt with fervor. She drinks it in, tongue skilled and heavenly, only pulling up to take a breath of much needed air.
She doesn’t stop touching Cleo though, long fingers circling her clit, dipping into her and slowly pumping in and out. Cleo can only gasp, and moan, and meet Pearl’s hungry blue eyes with their own, clouded with arousal and heat and need.
Pearl lazily fucks her fingers into Cleo’s pussy as she leans down to capture Cleo’s lips with her own again. Cleo moans into the contact, not kissing back so much as letting Pearl lick into her mouth, tasting herself on the human’s tongue. She desperately wants to buck her hips upwards, chase the feeling of Pearl’s fingers, to urge her to speed up, to give her more– but Pearl continues at an agonizingly slow pace.
Even still, Cleo is feeling the pressure build up, her unnecessary breaths growing more erratic. Pearl’s fingers are simply divine, hitting all the right spots, slow and sweet and coaxing them lovingly toward climax. Until– Pearl pulls away entirely, leaving Cleo keening at the sudden emptiness.
“The holy word’s wearing off,” Pearl notices, and Cleo can indeed begin to feel their fingers again, can widen their legs of their own volition. Pearl chuckles, leaning down again to mouth at Cleo’s neck, sucking a dark hickey into the pale skin. “I’ll touch you again, lovely, but I’m sure you’re hungry, and you’ve been so well behaved.” She kisses up Cleo’s jaw, nosing the soft hair haloed around her head,
“I want you to bite me, when you cum.” The request is whispered into Cleo’s ear, and they shudder, nodding eagerly.
Pearl hums in excitement and begins pumping her fingers into Cleo’s aching hole again, much faster, thumb rubbing wonderful little circles on Cleo’s clit. She wraps her other arm around the vampire’s shoulders and arches her up, pulling them halfway off the bed. Cleo clings to Pearl, mouthing at the crook of her neck, breathing in her tantalizing heat. She licks, kisses, but doesn’t bite down, not yet. Despite every instinct in her screaming at her to take.
Pearl murmurs sweet nothings into Cleo’s hair, working her closer and closer, and Cleo sees stars as her fangs finally dig deep into Pearl’s bared neck. Pearl lets out a surprised moan of her own at the feeling, Cleo’s pussy clenching tight around her stuttering fingers.
The morsel they’d gotten earlier is nothing compared to this. Cleo’s body twitches, orgasm running its course, as Pearl's decadent lifeblood fills her starving mouth. She manages to stay latched, curling further into Pearl who supports the vampire’s weight with ease. They lap hungrily at the wound, moaning into Pearl’s skin at the warmth flooding her throat, spreading through her cold body.
Pearl runs a shaky hand through Cleo’s curls, and the vampire has to take a moment to convince herself to pull away, giving one last kiss to the gently bleeding bite mark. She moves back to meet Pearl’s eyes, and the human seems dazed, blinking slowly, a pleased smile stretching across her perfect face. Cleo grabs a rag from the bedside table, wiping off Pearl’s neck and urging her to lay down next to them.
Pearl sighs contentedly, and Cleo wraps their arms around the smaller woman, holding her close. “Thank you,” They say quietly, pulling Pearl into a soft, chaste kiss. “That was– You never cease to amaze me, Pearl.”
Pearl giggles, burying her face in Cleo’s hair, and the satiated vampire is more than happy to rub circles into her back and cuddle in the candlelight.