The difference between the two Fabray's was like night and day, as she lets out a long drawn out moan as she grinds herself on Charlie's face, gripping the vampire's hair. Quinn would never have done this, would never have allowed her to aggressively grind her face. Quinn had never allowed her to taste her at the source, but Charlie had. She could kiss Charlie just as aggressively as she wanted, and even though she was certain that Charlie was just toying with her, that she could rip control away from her at any moment in time but she enjoyed the feeling of being in charge of this incredibly dangerous and powerful vampire. She could enjoy the fantasies that Charlie enjoyed serving her, that she could get away with calling all sorts of dirty names and she'd enjoy it.
She grunts and lets out a loud whimper as her body tightens and she releases all her pent-up tension, flooding Charlie's mouth with her orgasm. She pants as she finally let's go of Charlie's hair and slumps onto the bed grinning, she'd been allowed to orgasm without having to beg for the sweet sensation of release. It was almost heavenly, being denied over and over again by Quinn had nearly drove her crazy. She didn't want to admit it but Charlie was certainly the better lover as far as she could tell. She didn't try and control things—Santana's thoughts were cut off when her limbs were suddenly bound by Charlie's shadow's which pin her to the bed tightly, stretching her out so she's in a spread-eagle position. She struggles weakly against the bonds and glares at Charlie who is currently licking her lips and staring at her, with an amused smile on her face. She shivers at the look, "Look, I'm not a vampire, I can't just go again so soon, I'm sensitive right now and if you touch me again I'll—" A loud noise escaped from her throat as Charlie reached forward and tweaked her clit causing her hips to buck.
"You'll?" Charlie prompts a small smile playing on her lips as she exposed her fangs. "You'll cum again? Is that what you'll do? Whatever should I do?"
Charlie flicks her wrist and suddenly she's no longer spread eagle on the bed, but pulled into a sitting position and dragged closer to Charlie. She exhales, she still hadn't gotten a good grip on who Charlie was though, she had her suspicious of course, but she still wasn't certain. "Clearly someone enjoys rope bondage," Santana sniffs as Charlie gently guides her face to look at hers. "Is this what you do with Quinn?"
"Is that what you're curious about? What I do with my sister?" Charlie questions leaning forward to kiss Santana and finally freeing her. "Do you fantasize about that?"
Santana shivers and with a bit of effort, straddles Charlie's hips and places her hands-on Charlie's shoulders. "I just want to know. I mean wouldn't you be curious?"
"Do you fantasize about Quinn?" Charlie asked raising a brow.
Santana stiffens at the question, "No." She says quickly, too quickly to be even in the same breath as believable, and she yelps when Charlie nips her neck with a fang, not enough to draw blood but it was a firm pinching sensation.
"Don't lie. I hate liars," Charlie said as she gently kissed the place she had just nipped. There would certainly be a bruise their later.
"Fine. Yes. I fantasize about you both, but given what we're doing right now I just thought it would be smarter to not tell you that I think about your twin naked," it's a partial lie but there's enough truth in it that Charlie doesn't seem to pick up on the fact.
"Why? I think about her naked too. Most of the time I think about her she's naked." Charlie responds with a smirk.
Santana paused for a moment and narrowed her eyes at Charlie, "Wait what about me? Do you think about me naked all the time too?" Charlie's lip twitch upward at the statement and she can't help but swat the vampire. "Is that why you rescued me? So, you could seduce me?"
Charlie leans back for a moment, "If I wanted to seduce you, we'd have done this ages ago," Charlie says. "I saved you because I felt like saving someone. You were more or less innocent, and I wanted a new pet. Sam's well it's not cute when he drools all over Quinn's stuff anymore."
"I am not a pet," Santana snaps defensively. Charlie doesn't respond she scowls and tries to push herself away from Charlie who simply tightens her grip around her waist. There was this amused look in the vampire's eye that alerted her to the fact that Charlie was teasing her and she pushes Charlie. "I'm not your pet."
"Would you like to be?"
The question causes her to laugh nervously, there was something in Charlie's tone that made it known that she wasn't joking. She swallows as Charlie's eyes darken with lust, it didn't matter how good Charlie was at getting her off, she wasn't going to play this game with her. She'd spent far to long beating it into their thick skulls that she was a human and deserved to be respected. "No," Santana says honestly but leans in quickly to kiss Charlie deeply, breaking it only for a moment to whisper against her lips, "But I'd love it if you were my pet. Don't worry I won't tell anyone."
Charlie laughs and suddenly shifts pushing Santana onto the bed linking their fingers together as her free hand, slips in between Santana's slick thighs. "You have no idea what you're missing," Charlie says as she slides two fingers into Santana watching as her back arched in pleasure.
Santana grips onto Charlie's shoulder as her hips buck and quiver, "Show me, then."
Charlie drags her thumb along Santana's clit for a moment, "No. I don't think you're quite ready for that yet," Charlie says after a moment. She slowly adds another finger in and continues to slowly finger Santana's drenched pussy. "So, I'm just going to fuck you, and make you cum over and over again, until you beg me to stop, you pass out, or I get bored, let's figure out what happens first. Shall we?"
Santana's groans in frustration as Charlie removes her hand and suddenly gets off the bed and heads to the closet on the far wall, opening it and revealing a wall full of sex toys that she had somehow missed when she had been in here with Quinn. Though Quinn hadn't exactly rummaged through Charlie's closet. She props herself on her elbows and watches as Charlie picks up a thick strapon and she swallows her mouth going slightly dry as Charlie fixes the toy to her hips. It looked practically obscene as Charlie walked back to her, and pressed her back into the mattress, pinning her down. "Look at you—" she yelps, as Charlie takes her quickly hard and fast. There wasn't even a pause as Charlie begins to pump the strapon in and an out of her at a nice steady pace. But there was another sensation that nearly pushed off her over the edge quickly, it was like the toy was vibrating at a frequency and every thrust vibrated all the right spots inside of her. "Fuck. Oh god—fuck." Santana's legs curl around Charlie's hips as she feels the orgasm about to rip out of her.
Charlie suddenly moves with the toy still buried deeply in Santana's cunt as she adjusts their bodies so Santana's straddling her, allowing her to move her hips with her movements.
Almost immediately Santana reaches down to touch her clit, it's only a light touch, that seems to vibrate through her body, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head as she orgasms powerfully, with enough force to cause Charlie to grip onto her tighter, as her pussy clenched around the toy spasming as she squirted, drenching Charlie's lower body and soaking the bed underneath her. Quinn would have dragged out the pleasure for hours until she was nearly crying but Charlie was giving her what she craved, what she wanted and she didn't seem to be keen on stopping anytime soon. Even with her pussy becoming sensitive, the sound of Charlie continuing to pound away the sounds were almost pornographic, as Charlie's hips slammed into her, causing her to groan and whimper. "Oh, god—fuck please slow down," she grunts placing a hand on Charlie's chest.
To her surprise Charlie listens, slowing down her thrusts until she's going at a lazy pace, even if the thrusts still had the same amount of power behind it. She didn't want to admit it, she really didn't want to compare the two of them, but Charlie could get her off faster, and far more powerfully than Quinn could. Though that was probably because Quinn seemed to be eternally patient, and Charlie was more into the instant gratification. And right now, she wanted the instant gratification. "Fuck—faster," she begs as her body begins to get rigid again.
