The last thing Santana thought she'd be doing, was bouncing up and down the strapon that Quinn had attached to her hips. But she was, bouncing away like some of those adult videos she had watched earlier, moaning as she played with her breasts. Quinn was being lazy, she knew that, but she couldn't help it, she was so damn close. She just needed to arch her hips just right and she'd orgasm. But suddenly the winds knocked from her lungs as Quinn moves, using that damn speed of hers to pin her to the bed.
"I'm pretty sure I said that you couldn't orgasm Santana," Quinn reminded her, chuckling to herself.
"You fucking bitch," Santana groaned as put her arms up to wrap around Quinn's shoulders, her body shudders as Quinn's hips begin to move, pushing her deeper into the bed. They'd been at this for god knows how long, Quinn keeping her on the brink with a skill and finesse, as she took everything she wanted from her body.
Quinn smirks, as she slowly pulls the strapon out. Her smirk only grows on when Santana wraps her legs around her hips, in a weak attempt to stop her. "Manners. I've told you this a million times Santana," Quinn insists. They'd been at this for weeks.
"Fuck, please Quinn," Santana gasps as Quinn suddenly moves her hips. She groans loudly and squirms as her fingers rake Quinn's back, "Fuck me, fuck—shit—please!" Santana begs finally cracking. She whimpers at this, wanting to curse Quinn out, but knowing that would only delay the inevitable. The last time she'd done so, Quinn had kept her like that for hours. She had been hoarse the next day, from all the begging and screaming she had finally done. She'd learned her lesson.
Quinn traces a pattern on Santana's hips before pulling the strapon out completely, and gripping it for a moment, enjoying the sensation of playing with Santana's wetness between her fingers for a moment as she slowly teased Santana's clit with the head of the strapon, watching as she writhed underneath her. "Do you remember what you said when you showed up the first night? What was it you said. One-time deal? I think that's what you swore to me wasn't it. And I was fine with that—"
"Quinn shut up and fuck me," Santana begged, as she bucked her hips, panting as she tried to get it back inside of her. She didn't need a recap. She just needed to be fucked. She didn't want a reminder at how weak she'd been. How Quinn had fucked her all night, making her cum hard over and over again. She was certain she had passed out several times—every night she'd come back with the intentions of turning the tables on Quinn, but it always ended with her on her back or her knees, begging, scratching at Quinn's back, panting like some bitch in heat for more.
"But you've kept coming back almost daily, I haven't even asked for you," Quinn continues, reaching to touch the collar around Santana's neck. She laughs when Santana flushes and attempts to swat her hands away. She hated when she was reminded of her status.
"Fine, fuck—you—oh fuck!" Santana shouts as Quinn pushes back inside of her, burying the strapon inside of her. She waits for the fucking to really begin but Quinn doesn't move, and she's slightly unnerved by the fact that Quinn's just watching her. She swallows and says the magic words. "You're right, fuck Quinn—you win. I love it, fuck I love it."
Quinn hums reaching forward to tweak Santana's nipple, "I know," she grins flashing her fangs as she begins to move her hips fast, tilting her hips upward at just the right angle to cause Santana's body to immediately buck and shudder as her orgasm hits, and she cums hard, drenching the bed as her pussy clamps down on the toy hard. Quinn pushes through fucking her throughout the orgasm, pushing her to another orgasm, followed quickly by another one and another one. She wasn't going to stop until Santana passed out or begged her for mercy.
It's like floating, that's the only way to describe it as her body tenses again, her pussy an over sensitive bundle of nerves, and she can't help but scream in pleasure or perhaps a bit of pain when Quinn reaches down and pinches her clit in such a way that triggers yet another orgasm. "Oh god, oh fuck," Santana babbles. Quinn was going to leave her in a mess of her own wetness again, and she wasn't sure she minded. She can feel her toes curling as she finally manages to pull Quinn's face towards hers and kisses her deeply. She doesn't even mind the fangs that nip her bottom lip. Tomorrow was another day, and that meant she'd get to do this all over again.
~O~
Santana groans as she wakes up, feeling the familiar throbbing in her pussy from Quinn's ministrations last night and turns over, half expecting for Quinn to be watching her in the creepy fashion that she was quickly getting used to. But she's surprised to find herself in her room alone. It's a new one, and she plans to have a quick word with Quinn after she grabs something to eat. Bacon, eggs, something filling so she could go back to bed and sleep for the rest of the day. She rolls out of bed hoping that Quinn's cooking up a storm in the kitchen but she can't smell anything. She glances over at the mess of blonde hair eating what looked to be sugary cereal noisily and shakes her head, "Charlie. Quinn's going to be upset,' she says with a yawn. It takes her a full two minutes to realize what she had just said as she drops the pitcher of orange juice and turns to look at Charlie who seemed unperturbed by the turn of events. "C—Charlie?" It comes out with a stutter.
Charlie pops the spoon into her mouth and studies Santana for a moment as she chews on her cereal, staring at her openly.
Immediately Santana's heart drops, this was what she had been afraid of. Charlie was plotting ways to kill her, all because she couldn't keep her damn legs closed. She would need to simply spit it out and hope that Charlie gave her a quick death.
"Thank-you."
Santana opens an eye and looks at Charlie who was staring back at her. She hadn't actually expected Charlie to speak to her. "For what?"
"Quinn said you kept her company while I was away. So, thank you."
Santana swallowed and nodded, so maybe Charlie wasn't aware of it. "Um—you're welcome. How was it? Did you find the member of the black court?"
Charlie shakes her head slowly, blinking for a moment before shrugging. "I killed lots of people."
"Did they deserve it?" Santana asks taking a seat beside Charlie.
"Deserve isn't the right word, there was nothing we could do for them, apart from avenge them. I was close, we were close. I think we just missed her. I think I got a whiff of her scent, but it was only for a moment before a bomb exploded in my face." the words come out slightly broken as Charlie chews on her cereal. "I'll find her and end her," She says, patting Santana on the head absentmindedly.
"Good," Santana said, she was unsure if she should hug Charlie. Even if she was a vampire, it couldn't have been easy. And Quinn had stated that Charlie didn't exactly enjoy murdering people for the hell of it. "I'm sorry that you had to do it. Quinn was worried about you."
Charlie shrugs as she stands up and dumps the empty bowl into the sink, "Quinn worries too much," Charlie said before patting Santana once again and leaving sitting in the kitchen all by herself.
Santana lets out a breath she didn't know that she was holding and gasps. Quinn had probably saved her life, and she would have to figure out a way to thank her later.