All Red

by xDreamlessx

Since the loss of her mate, Victoria has been single-mindedly focused on Bella. At first she only wanted to kill her, but in stalking her she also developed an intense attraction to her, and instead she finds herself abducting the young girl and maybe even keeping her. Bella/Victoria.

46. Chapter 46

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Chapter 46:

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In the days to come the cellar remained empty. The fallen amazon was scraped off the floor and interred in the woods with the others of her kind and her blood was scrubbed from the stones until the cellar was once again just a wine cellar.

All that was left was Claire, Leanna, and the two pixies, and none of them were returned to the cellar. Claire had already been relocated to Irena's bedroom and there she stayed, sleeping on the floor and eating out of bowls, or led about the house and gardens on a leash like a perfectly obedient pet. She even seemed to be enjoying her new lot in life and she had developed a rather wholehearted regard for her tall, blonde, and sexually exquisite mistress.

Ashley and her former girlfriend Nikki, the two pixies, had also been relocated. They had already been spending most of their nights in Carmen's room, anyway. Carmen had taken complete custody over them and she cooked for them and cleaned them and let them watch TV or play video games. She even trimmed their hair to maintain their adorable and identical pixie cuts. By now she had taken to attiring her girls in all manner of outrageous costumes and every day you would see these sixteen year olds parading about the house in stilettoes and stockings, no bras, bending over to do chores in black lace g-strings that perfectly displayed their lovely little asses. Their shoes were black and sexy with spike heels and they would shuffle about in their chains and glare at Carmen and glare at each other, hot eyed and scandalously sexualized with their bare tits and stockinged legs.

Like Claire, the two girls had become somewhat acclimated to their incarceration, but where Claire was a proud and faithful hound, the two girls were more like cunning cats. They could sense Carmen's lack of resolution and they had become brave enough to slip in snide comments and make demands. Carmen was very indulgent with them but one night there were shrill screams throughout the mansion as one of the girls was uppity enough to require to be spanked. A squabble ensued that had other girl screaming as well but soon she too was silenced with a loud slapping sound.

Then there was Leanna. It seemed cruel to leave her in the cellar all on her own so instead she was given an entire bedroom and left unfettered behind the bolted door like some storybook princess who awaits a knight to rescue her. Tanya paid her frequent visits and even took her for strolls. By now Leanna was fully apprised of the particulars of her situation, including her impending death, and of course she pleaded for her life but Tanya would not lie to her. She would only apologize. Softly. Calmly. Implacably. Tanya's silken ruthlessness seemed to somehow soothe Leanna and Leanna spoke at length of how unfair it was and how afraid she was. Tanya would listen to everything and agree with her and apologize some more and then she would kiss her and seduce her and make her orgasm.

Bella and I kept much to ourselves but we travelled out of our room occasionally simply to be polite. Bella's hunger was again creeping up on her, four days now, but I felt she could hold out for a few days more. Perhaps even a week. We spent time with Tanya and Irena and Carmen as well and so far Bella was handling herself quite well around the humans. She still wasn't quite fit for public—her black stares of unholy hunger would be perhaps just a little unnerving to people in the streets—but she was perfectly fine around our captured victims. One time she came upon the two pixies coming down the corridor with a basket of washing each and she stood to the side while they shuffled past in their chains, glancing over their bare shoulders with bold little glares. Bella licked her teeth and stared at their sexy little asses. I had a feeling they would be next.

The next day was the fifth day and while Bella and I were making love in the afternoon an unexpected yet familiar voice called out from downstairs:

"Hello? Anybody home?"

Bella sprung up from between my legs. Her mouth was wet and her ruby eyes were full of surprised delight. "That's Kate's voice."

Then whoosh; she was gone.

Even I was startled at her vampire speed. It was the first time I had seen it from her. She had hurtled off the bed in a blur and out the door and the bedsheets fluttered in the wind vacuum with me laying there with my thighs spread and so close to an orgasm that was already failing.

Drat. But I suppose it would be nice to see Kate.

I got out of the bed at a more human pace, not bothering to put any clothes on, and when I reached the stairs I could see that it was indeed Kate standing in the foyer. She had no bags or suitcases so it seemed she hadn't been kicked out of Leah's place. She was wearing tight skinny jeans, a pink top, and her blonde hair was as resplendent as ever around her gorgeous face.

Bella was already down there and now she barrelled into the other girl in a gleeful hug that almost took Kate off her feet.

"Kate!"

Kate stumbled back in shock, her eyes just amazed at the other girl's newborn strength, and then she noticed we were both completely naked.

"Whoa," she said, trying to detach Bella. "Didn't mean to get you out of bed."

Bella resisted Kate's feeble attempts to push her away and used her newborn strength to wrap the hug even tighter around her old friend. I smiled as I came up behind them. Kate gave me an awkward nod and a grin and I nodded back while Bella rag dolled her a little.

"Oooh, I've missed you so much," she was saying. "Thank you so much for saving my life. Vicky said she couldn't have rescued me without you."

"You know you don't need to thank me, Bella."

"Yes, I do. And I'm so sorry, Kate. About everything."

By now Bella was finally releasing the hug so that Kate could see her apologetic face. Kate snorted and gave her a grin.

"Sorry about killing someone in my girlfriend's bed and forcing me to confess to her that I'm a vampire?" she asked. "Is that what you meant?"

Bella went even more sheepish, deliberately, pouting a bit and preening her chest just slightly as if her plump white breasts might somehow make her look more innocent.

"Not just that," she said. "Everything."

Kate smirked at her posture but she could hear the genuine sincerity in Bella's voice and brushed away the apology away graciously. "Don't worry about it."

"I mean it, Kate. I feel awful."

"Well, you did murder a girl, so that's probably pretty natural."

"No, not that. I meant awful about you. I would've never forgiven myself if something happened between you and Leah. You forgive me, don't you?"

"Of course I do, Bella."

"Oh, Kate," Bella said, her voice spilling with emotion. "Thank you."

Kate smiled at her but then Bella, languidly, sensually, took Kate's face in her hands and applied a passionate kiss to the other girl's mouth.

My eyebrow shot up at the sudden leap of intimacy. Well. That escalated quickly. Perhaps Bella didn't remember that Kate was in more of a monogamous mode these days. Kate's eyebrows had shot up as well and she made a meeping sound into Bella's mouth. Once again she tried to pry Bella away but Bella's newborn strength was unassailable.

Kate eventually closed her eyes for a moment, her brow slightly crinkled in awkwardness, and she even returned the kiss a little as if pretending it was platonic or perhaps just to placate her affectionate best friend. Bella moaned and tongued her gratuitously and I realized this was the first time I had seen her express these kinds of feelings for anyone but me since her transition.

Finally the kiss began to slacken and Kate was able to speak.

"Wow," she said. "Sheesh. Relax there, Bella. Gosh."

She was wiping her mouth. Bella's eyes had gone black and she was cupping Kate's face and staring at her like how she would stare at one of the girls, smirking, half entranced and half only playing.

"I can't help it," she said. "It's this newborn lust. It makes me want to fuck you."

She whispered the last words into Kate's ear while rubbing her naked front into Kate's body. Kate was getting turned on and giggling but she was still trying to pry Bella away.

"Well, don't," she said. "Me and Leah are still…"

Bella sank to her knees without a word and unzipped Kate's jeans.

Kate's mouth dropped open. She looked at me. So far I hadn't even spoken to her yet and I was simply watching with an air of amusement. Bella had yanked down Kate's jeans and now she growled affectionately and licked at the front of Kate's cute pink panties.

Kate's legs quivered.

"Oh god," she said.

Next her panties were down as well and Bella was licking at Kate's bare pussy. Kate shivered and wriggled her hips and giggled and she seemed to consider trying to get away but in the end she just stood there and smiled while Bella went down on her. She looked at me again and I chuckled.

"Hello, Kate," I said, finally greeting her. "I'm glad to see you're well. I do apologize for Bella. In her defence, her transition has left her very insatiable."

Bella moaned and licked at the tiny clit that had come erect and Kate winced and giggled again.

"Oh, man," she said. "Yeah, well. I just hope Leah understands."

I laughed and shook my head.

It didn't take long for Kate to orgasm and she did so right there in the foyer with her jeans around her knees. Bella continued lapping at her for a while, moaning and smiling up at her. It was the first pussy she'd eaten aside from mine since becoming a vampire and perhaps I would've been just a little jealous or disappointed but rather I felt the opposite. As much as I had adored having my love all to myself these last few days I was also quite eager to begin sharing her again. Bella might've owed this to Kate for saving her life but we had a debt to the rest of our coven mates as well. Our eternity would not only be filled with love and togetherness but also lots and lots of orgies and debauchery.

Kate was soon pulling her jeans back up and together we went upstairs. She asked where the others were and I told her that Carmen was out shopping and Tanya and Irena must be occupied with our guests. She asked how many we had left by now and I chuckled noncommittally and told her we still had a few.

Kate's room had been left mostly untouched since she left. All she had taken to Leah's place were clothes and few other key items. Otherwise the room was just as she had left it, as if it were waiting for her to come back. The bed was made, the curtains were open. A slanted art desk against the wall with all her pens and inkpots and drawing papers. She wandered in with a smile, looking about, perhaps feeling a little homesick despite her relatively short absence. Her eyes fell upon a bookshelf that was absolutely crammed with comicbooks, not flimsy little pamphlets but actual hardcovers, volume on volume of Batmen and Wonder Women and thousand page omnibuses detailing the journeys of men in tights through space, and she smiled and gestured at the shelf.

"So did you ever read those comicbooks I recommended while I was away?" she asked Bella. "You promised you would."

Bella smiled sheepishly and glanced at me.

"I've been a little preoccupied," she said with sultry subtext.

I shared her smile and turned it to Kate. "She's been very hungry lately."

Kate chuckled, remembering her pussy licking down stairs, and nodded. "Yeah, I'll say. You guys wanna put on some clothes quickly? You look so weird just standing there naked."

"Oh, I don't think we'll need clothes," I said, leaning a hip on the artdesk. "How's things with Leah?"

The mention of Leah caused her to smile. "Oh, you know. Things were tense for a while. It was a lot for her to handle. But once we talked about it for a bit and she finally let me get my hands on her…"

She trailed off with a smirk. Bella grinned and I chuckled once.

"Yes," I said. "Sex is often the best solution, I find."

Kate laughed in agreement and you could see she ought to have been blushing. "Well, it did the trick with Leah. She was so afraid of me when I first returned to the house. But so desperate not to be. So I let her touch my cold skin and I pressed her hand to my chest so she could feel how my heart doesn't beat."

She sighed wistfully and sat down on the bed.

"It was actually very magical," she said. "We were supposed to just talk but we hardly talked all night. Instead we made love and I showed her exactly how much I care about her. How safe she would be with me. She fell asleep in my arms and I held her all night and in the morning she took the day off work and we went walking in the park and I told her everything."

I arched an inquisitive brow. "Everything?"

"Yep."

"And she was cool with…?"

I nodded at Bella. Bella was standing there, pale, naked, beautiful, red eyed and dark haired, oddly innocent and supremely evil all at once. Kate gave her a look of amusement and then she laughed and nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "Pretty much. I think she even thought it was kind of cool. She even cracked a joke or two about how she knew Bella was a total nutcase all along. The police came the next day to ask about Chrissy and she told them she had no idea when Chrissy left the party. I was gonna bring Leah with me today, but…"

I nodded at that. "Yes, that was probably very wise. Bella has marvellous control but there's no sense taking any unnecessary risks."

Kate nodded as well. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You'll see her soon enough, anyway. We haven't actually talked about turning her into a vampire but she agreed to go camping with me and watch me feed out in the woods. I'm actually really excited. It's gonna be awesome."

Kate bounced on the bed with a giggle. Bella grinned at her, her eyes again beginning to smoulder with sensuality, and then she went over and sat beside her old friend and took her hands.

"I'm really happy for you, Kate," she said.

Kate returned the smile and lifted one of her hands to gently tuck a lock of dark hair behind Bella's ear. "I'm happy for you too, Bella," she said, gazing into her face. "Look at you. I can't believe how beautiful you are. I always knew you were going to be a perfect vampire."

Her hand was now cupping Bella's cheek. They were gazing at each other, Bella naked and dark haired, Kate clothed and blonde, and then their lips moved mutually toward each other before connecting in a soft kiss of friendship and perhaps a little more.

I watched them, smiling, still leaning against the artdesk. Both of them seemed to have been taken by surprise by the other. Kate had not expected to find Bella so amorous and Bella had not expected to find herself so rapt with Kate. They always did have a special bond, these two. Kate had always been the most open minded. The most understanding and even envious of Bella. During our very first night together here at the mansion it was Kate who had slipped and tried to open Bella's neck. And when Kate left the mansion it was Bella who was most upset. The most eager to have her back.

And now here they were. Friends, sisters, lovers. Despite scrapes with death and small dramas they continued to have an infinite of forgiveness and affection for each other.

But Kate also had a mate and Bella seemed to remember that as their tongues entwined. I could see the small pucker of conflict from on her brow and slowly she broke the kiss in a startling display of maturity.

"I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I shouldn't have done that."

Kate smirked and chuckled once. "And what about downstairs?"

Bella raised her eyes and looked at Kate. "That was an accident. It's hard to control this lust sometimes, but I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry. I promised myself that I wouldn't make any more mistakes. I guess I broke that promise already, huh?"

Bella looked down guiltily. Kate realized that Bella was being serious and perhaps experiencing a moment of personal growth and she smiled and lifted her chin to look at her.

"You were happy to see me," she said. "That wasn't a mistake."

They looked into each other's eyes, not quite falling in love but perhaps falling into a deeper kind of friendship. I smiled at them and I could intrude no longer. I unleaned from the desk and moved toward the door.

"I'll leave you girls alone," I whispered with a smile.

They glanced at me, gratefully, and then turned back to each other. The last thing I saw as I pulled closed the door was the two of them moving into a kiss with closed eyes and arms that wrapped around each other.

Out in the corridor I sighed. My pussy was horny but I was happy for them.

I was about to start toward my room when I noticed Tanya down the corridor.

She seemed to have heard the voices and she was coming to check it out. She was wearing a creamcolored skirtsuit and she looked prepared for an afternoon out. I smiled brightly to see her and went over. She smiled at me as well and smirked at the door I had come from.

"Kate's come to visit, has she?" she asked knowingly.

I nodded and glanced back toward the room. "Yes, but she's rather busy with Bella at the moment."

Tanya nodded and chuckled once and then she looked at me steadily for a moment. I looked back. I was naked and my body began to tingle even though it was my eyes she was looking at. She smirked and the smirk was rather daring.

"And you?" she asked. "What are you busy with?"

I shrugged one of my shoulders coyly. "Nothing at the moment."

She smiled at that and let her eyes move over my body before raising them back to my face. "Then perhaps you'll do me the honor of accompanying me for an afternoon out? There's a new art exhibit I've been meaning to see and I would adore the company."

I raised a flirty brow. "But that would require me to put clothes on."

Tanya smirked cockily and shrugged a shoulder. "I can wait."

I felt a delightful flash of inferiority. Not many women in the world could jilt me like that with such effortless ease. Heidi had been one of them but Tanya did it better. So I returned her smirk and turned with a sultry twist of my hips.

"As you wish," I said, and then I headed to my room.

When I turned back at the door I could see she had watched every single step of my rolling buttocks.

Once in my room I dropped the façade and flew to the wardrobe and tore it open. I needed an outfit and fast. I knew she wouldn't leave without me but that didn't change the little flutter of anxiety. It would be the first Tanya and I would be alone in a long time and it felt like a date. I needed to look sinful and the best color for that was red, my eternal favorite. I had many red dresses and several of them were strewn on the ground before I found one I liked. The shade was more maroon, reddish-purple, and it had a chiffon skirt that was weightless around my legs. It was a bridesmaid's dress but quite casual enough for afternoon out. I slapped on some makeup as well, poking at my mouth with the lipstick tube, my heart oddly light in my chest, and then I flew to the door and paused to compose myself and exited with an air of elegance.

Tanya was waiting downstairs. She looked up at me as I came down the steps and the smile of admiration that moved over her mouth made me feel like the prom queen.

Together we left the mansion in a beige colored BMW and drove to the exhibit she had spoken of. It was a gallery downtown, the Avalon, a modern building of glass and white walls and people in fine clothes, many very old, moving among the paintings that hung from the walls in a state of respect and reverence, quiet but whispering, sipping champagne taken from silver trays held by waiters that patrolled the crowds. One of the waiters passed Tanya and I but we refused the champagne with polite shakes of our heads. The waiter stole glances at us, trying not to stare, and moved on and so did we. Arm in arm, slowly, strolling in an air of obvious romance and more beautiful by far than any painting on display.

Tanya spoke in her cultured voice and I listened and found every word fascinating. I had never been one for fine art but I had never been to a gallery with Tanya either. I was enjoying myself quite a bit, mostly just spending time with her and listening to her talk. For the last week or so my every moment had been consumed by Bella. By making sure she was safe and comfortable and well fed. I hadn't realized how taxing it had been till now. Kate's visit had been well-timed indeed. Perhaps both Bella and I could use a small break from the intensities of our own relationship. An afternoon to relax and spend time with friends.

And so I clung to Tanya's arm and allowed her to lull me with her voice as she explained the meanings of the various impressionist paintings. Many of them were colourful, some of them were black and white. There were canvases that almost covered the wall, from floor to ceiling, and then there were small ones as well. Oilpaintings, watercolours, a small selection of sculptures. Many of the other art appreciators roamed the gallery with booklets and guides but Tanya spoke from knowledge, providing details into each artist's intentions along with supplementary insights of her own impressions. I nodded and agreed with her, marvelling at her intelligence and sophistication. She made me feel like a small child at her elbow and I quite enjoyed the feeling. I always was a sucker for superior women.

Eventually we went by a certain piece that made Tanya pause. It was a very large painting but there was no frame to it and no adornments. Just the canvas and the paint spread across it. It was an abstract vaguely entitled Water and it featured a composition of blue and black dots from the bottom that gradually became lighter toward the top as if touched by sunlight. Tanya seemed particularly fascinated by this one, so much so that she said little about it. I made my own comments, observing that it was like being underwater and looking up at the surface, and Tanya laughed at that so softly that I had to wonder if I said something stupid. But she then smiled and took a deep breath while all around us the other gallery passed on.

"I like abstract art," she said. "This piece is a particular favorite of mine. It evokes something different in everyone that gazes upon it."

I smiled and held her arm. "What does it evoke in you?"

She looked at it for a while longer. I was almost wondering if she was going to reply at all when she said very softly:

"Loneliness."

I looked at her. "Loneliness?"

"Yes. But not just loneliness. The kind of loneliness you drown in. Sinking deeper. Gazing up at the surface, at where you need to be, unable to swim."

I chuckled and frowned anew at the painting. "How depressing," I said. "Why would anyone want such a thing on their wall?"

Tanya laughed and relinked our arms a little tighter and began strolling again.

"For the same reason one would want a woman on her arm that she loves but cannot have," she said.

She flashed me a simple smile. To show she was only joking. I looked at her sadly and didn't reply for a moment. These feelings between us seemed to be becoming awfully complicated. At what point does it become a betrayal to Bella? Bella and I enjoyed a particularly wide open relationship, but…

Tanya laughed at my expression and quickly changed the subject.

"Do you enjoy modern art, Victoria?" she asked, gazing about at the paintings we were passing.

I turned my eyes and looked at the art without much recognition. A warped rainbow in the night. A rooster composed of parti-coloured coils. Two lovers on a picnic blanket in some abstract embrace of dreamlike intimacy.

"Somewhat," I said. Then I took a breath and regained my joviality. "Although to be honest I've always found more joy in the art of a woman's body."

Tanya laughed at that, her regal womanly laugh. It occurred to me that I rarely heard her laugh for anybody but me. "Yes," she agreed. "I thought as much. You and Bella are remarkably similar in that regard."

I raised a brow. "We are?"

"Oh, yes," Tanya said, smiling, holding my arm, strolling. "Very similar. I can see why the two of you were made for each other. Although I confess that I did not always see it. When we first met, I often wondered how a woman as smart and sophisticated as you could possibly fall in love with someone so…"

Tanya trailed off politely. My eyes brightened impishly.

"Stupid?" I offered.

Tanya laughed again, that same melodic laugh. I laughed as well. I didn't mind admitting my mate's faults since those things were also the same things I found so charming about her. In any case she had grown into a very fine young woman and she wasn't at all the same girl Tanya was referring to.

"Well," she said. "Suffice to say, she didn't seem all that worthy of you. I still remember her antics at the opera. Such a child. And you, such a woman. As adorable as she was, I found it difficult to understand. I would've thought a woman like you would be happier with someone older. Wiser."

I glanced at her with a smile. She giggled bashfully and gestured at the paintings.

"Someone more cultured in the arts, perhaps," she added.

I shook my head and laughed. The irony of Tanya acting like a schoolgirl while accusing Bella of being a child was not lost on me. Perhaps it's what I bring out in women. They all seem to fall like fools to my charms, even a woman like Tanya.

Tanya grinned away her embarrassment and continued to hold my arm as we strolled through the gallery.

"But then I got to know the two of you," she went on. "And I realized you're not as different as you seem. That underneath your façade of maturity and sophistication you're the exact same kind of woman she is."

"And what kind of woman is that?"

She stopped and turned to look into my face with a smile.

"A vulgar, insatiable, maniacal little slut," she said.

The smile that spread over my face was sharp with wickedness. I was going to take that as a very great compliment. We were paused in the middle of the gallery, a waiter going past with champagne, an elderly gentleman with a cane, and Tanya took my hands and tilted her head in a benign smile.

"And that's why you make the perfect couple," she said. "You balance each other and improve each other while sharing a common core. A common heart. A common soul. I truly am so happy for you both. To have found each other."

I looked at her for a long moment. Studying her eyes. Red. Beautiful. Unreadable. She still wore that look of selfless and serene happiness and now I smirked at her.

"Is this some kind of ploy to make me see how selfless and incredible you are so that I'll fall in love with you?"

The question didn't seem to surprise her. She was still holding my hands and her smile tilted into a smirk that mirrored my own as she shrugged a shoulder in her creamcolored skirtsuit.

"Is it working?" she asked.

I laughed and let go of her hands. "Well, you were right about one thing."

"And that is?"

I glanced about furtively, as if afraid of being overheard, and then I leaned to her ear. "That I'm a slut," I whispered. "So why don't we go get a nice hotel room so that I can examine the art of your vagina?"

Tanya giggled once. Some of the spark went out of her eyes at the gentle rejection but she smiled and gave me another shrug.

"Well," she said. "If you insist."

I smiled and offered my arm and she linked it with hers.

There was no rush to leave the gallery. Tanya and I were two women well versed in the seductive arts and we both knew full well the distinction between deliberation and desperation. We completed a circuit of the gallery, strolling in our heels and skirts, and continued chatting about nothing but art until we exited the gallery at the same unhurried pace and climbed into Tanya's beige BMW with humming pussies.

Tanya knew the perfect hotel and I left the arrangements to her. It was raining by now, the sky gray and heavy. Perfect ambiance for an afternoon dalliance.

The room she rented was on the top floor. The penthouse suite. We had no luggage or bags and no porter attending us. We had no use for the shower or the bathroom. No use for room service. All we needed was the bed. The covers were white and over the headboard was a large oilpainting not unlike the ones we left behind in the gallery. Vases of dried flowers on the sideboard. Goldplated telephone. Rain was spattering on the window with a nice soothing sound and Tanya was already removing her creamcolored jacket and white blouse. There was a sprig of lavender on the pillow and I picked it up and touched to my nose and inhaled while Tanya unzipped her skirt and let it fall.

Underneath she was wearing white underwear, bra and panties, and fleshtoned stockings. I smirked at her and tossed aside the sprig of lavender and went over. She smiled at me. Her bra was a pushup and her breasts were quite enlarged. I cupped the nape of her neck and we looked at each other for a long moment, the rain pattering in the background. Neither of us spoke. Her mouth moved slightly toward mine and I completed the distance with a small surge. She moaned. It occurred to me that I hadn't kissed this woman in a long time and I moaned as well and caressed her neck and pulled her deeper into the kiss, encouraging her tongue until it had filled my mouth. My other hand stroked her back and reached down for her buttocks, squeezing them over her panties, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Her own hands were brushing the shoulderstraps of my dress away from my shoulders than my dress fell away and landed soundlessly at my feet in a puddle of material like something melting away.

Soon we relocated to the bed where we entwined our legs and continued kissing each other and coaxing each other's arousal with our hands. My breasts were bare and she was cupping them and stroking them as if she had never touched them before or as if something had changed and made everything different. I held her hand there to my chest and after a while she lowered her mouth and began suckling at one of my nipples. The nipple was stiff and hard and the wetness of her lips as they engulfed that sensitive nub made me shiver and whimper. She continued sucking at it for a bit and then she licked it and kissed it and traced circles around it with her tongue before suckling at it some more. Afterwards she moved onto the other nipple, my hands now woven into her hair, my breath panting, holding her there until she raised up with a smile and once more pressed her mouth to mine. I accepted the kiss eagerly, wrapping my arms around her, stroking her back, her stockings. I could feel her bra rubbing into my breasts and suddenly I needed it off. I began fumbling at the bracatch and as soon as it was unlatched she raised up and removed the bra, revealing two large and lovely breasts. Instantly I took one of them in my hand and she smiled and lowered her chest to my mouth for me to suckle on the other one.

It was almost an hour before we so much as reached between each other's legs. Our panties were soaked and my body was beginning to feel weak and feverish. Tanya was in a similar state. Neither of us could perspire but the pleasure did steal our breath and soon we were panting into each other's mouths in harsh explosions of scent and pheromones, our breasts rubbing together, our legs linked, rolling and flinging away our hair and slamming our mouths together once more, kissing each other, moaning, groping, clinging to each other as we struggled and writhed in this lust that wasn't quite forbidden but close enough.

Tanya had a particular style of sex that was very different from Bella. Bella was young and impulsive and eager for more and more. Tanya was much slower in comparison. More experienced than myself by over five hundred years and it was beginning to show. I was becoming impatient. My vagina was in pain from need and she was ignoring it. My moans became little whines, like a pony who needs brushing. Finally her hand began pushing at the hipband of my panties. They came away sticky and she broke the kiss to smile and remove them from my legs before flinging the wet scrap of lace aside. I moaned with my legs open, still with no words between us, and she smiled at me before lowering her mouth and administering a gentle and maddening lick along the edges of my womanhood. The teasing touch of her tongue caused my breath to hiss as a surge of lust went through me. She licked again, softer, just on the edges, and then licked some more and more, teasing, tormenting, making me wetter and wetter. Finally she placed a kiss on my vagina itself, a kiss that made my spine buckle for just a moment, and then nothing. Then she stopped. I whimpered and she smiled at me and crawled back to my face and kissed me.

And so we continued. Soon I was removing her own panties, revealing the wet slit of attractiveness behind them. She truly was a work of art down here. Her skin was less pale than most vampires, more vibrant, and her netherlips were a beautiful pink. I gave her some teasing licks, same as she had done for me, and licked her a little harder, a little firmer, unable to control myself. Her wetness was delicious and I wanted so badly to consume her like a juicy fruit. But she closed her legs and grinned, still without speaking, and I was forced to pout and kiss her hip instead and trail kisses back up to her breasts, licking each nipple, before again capturing her mouth.

This continued for a long time and the lust between us became so thick that our eyes had darkened to near total blackness. By now we were both completely naked and our legs were slathered to the knee. Tanya had captured me in her rhythm and together we moaned and kissed and fondled each other's vaginas with our fingers, guiding each other closer, slowly, sharing the pleasure between us and making sure neither outdid the other. She pushed some fingers inside me and felt about in there and I pushed my own fingers inside her. So tight and so wet. I squeezed on her fingers and moaned and by now we were so consumed in the lust that it was impossible to continue the kiss. We just stared at each other and panted into each other's faces, the orgasm building between us, shared, singular, our bodies in perfect synchronization. She was beautiful. Her eyes lidded. Her blonde hair frayed about her face. I was going to climax and I couldn't stop it. She was going to climax too. I could see it and it was beautiful. It was coming, faster now, our hands pumping, our voice's moaning, and then finally she orgasmed and I orgasmed as well, crying into each other's mouths as our bodies buckled and shuddered and collapsed together in a heap.

For a long time we just lay there, loosely sprawled on top of each other. It was still raining outside and it seemed to be all I could hear. Nothing else. My eyes were closed and when I opened them I could see the room had dimmed. It was getting late. We'd have to be getting home.

I turned and looked at Tanya. She smiled at me but didn't speak. I didn't speak either. Instead I took her face in my hands and pressed a kiss on her mouth, once, twice, a third time, and then I reached for the covers and pulled them over us so we could lay there and relax a little longer.

The rain continued to fall, the two of us continued to breathe. Inhaling the scent of our love and releasing it again. I wasn't sure how I felt. Tanya loved me, that much was clear. She loved me and she was content to take me however she could get me. Complete and utter unconditional love. And me? My heart ached badly to match her feelings, but how could I? I already had a mate. Bella. My hand was laying on my chest and now I looked at the small diamond ring on it. The same hand I used to touch Tanya. To squeeze her tits and finger her vagina. Earlier in the afternoon I had wondered at what point did my feelings for Tanya become a betrayal to Bella and now I thought I had found that point.

Tanya rustled in the sheets and spoke softly:

"Victoria?"

A soft whisper among the sound of softly falling rain. Silken voice. Delicate. Beautiful. I turned on the pillow and raised up slightly and looked at her.

"Yes?"

Tanya lay there with her face in a golden pool of beautiful blonde hair and she smiled at me.

"I love you," she said.

I didn't reply for a moment. Her eyes were so lidded and so full of the love she spoke of that my throat almost completely closed over in guilt. She continued to look at me and after a while I managed a weak smile as I cupped her face.

"I love you too, Tanya," I said.

At first her smile grew. As if she couldn't believe what I had just said. But then I bolstered my smile and went on.

"And one day you're going to find someone who loves you even more," I told her. "Someone who loves you as much as you deserve to be loved. You are the most perfect woman I've ever known, Tanya. You deserve…"

I trailed off. Her smile had cracked and broken and fallen away.

My heart wrenched in horror of hurting her and in a desperate last resort I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. But she didn't kiss back. She just lay there with my lips covering hers and then she began pushing at me gently.

She was smiling but the smile no longer reached her eyes.

"We should get home," she said.

I didn't answer. I only watched as she got out of the bed, naked, and began dressing. She found her panties and stepped into them, not looking at me, and then put on her bra as well, silhouetted against the rain spattered window like one of those paintings she admired so much, woman rejected, pulling up her skirt and zipping it and slumping for a moment before fetching up her blouse.

I got out the bed from the other side and searched for my panties.

It was almost dark by the time we got back to the mansion. Tanya dropped me off at the fountain and drove on to the garage alone. Conversation in the car had been rather stilted but it was clear no long term damage had been done to our relationship. It was simply going to take some time before we became used to these complications. I only wished it could be different somehow. Tanya honestly was the most incredible woman I had known. More incredible than myself. More incredible than Bella. If there was anyone I had ever known who deserved happiness it was Tanya.

Inside the mansion I found Bella and Kate still up in Kate's room. There were comicbooks strewn over the floor and the girls were in the bed, giggling and fooling around under the covers. I smiled at them and wondered if they had confused feelings like Tanya and I. The bed was a small single bed, the only one of its kind in the mansion, and they giggled at me and teased me to come join them. But I was still a little melancholy from my rendezvous with Tanya and I demurred and began cleaning up the comicbooks instead. Bella seemed to give me a peculiar look of her black and penetrating eyes but I couldn't guess what thought had crossed her mind. At this point Kate seemed to notice the time and realized she needed to get back to Leah. Bella pouted at her and Kate giggled and began fingering her under the covers quickly.

It was dark when Bella and I accompanied Kate downstairs to the door. Kate was dressed in her jeans and pink top again and she gave me a brief peck on the cheek before wrapping Bella into a passionate tongue kiss, as if her monogamy to Leah was still in effect but only with Bella as the exception. I smiled at them and waited and then they pecked each other on the cheeks as well and hugged and promised to see each other real soon and text even sooner and then Kate backed out of the door and waved and reminded Bella to read those comicbooks. Bella said she would and Kate told her quickly about a new comicbook that was coming out next month and about five minutes later she finally started down the gravel drive. Bella called to her from the porch, naked, waving, and Kate called out goodbye a few more times as well, and finally—about twenty minutes after originally saying goodbye—Bella and I went back into the mansion and closed the door.

Suddenly it seemed very quiet with Kate gone. I gave Bella a chuckle and smiled and Bella smiled back albeit with a certain mysteriousness. She had been looking at me peculiarly ever since I got home and as we were going up the stairs she mentioned why.

"You smell like Tanya," she said.

I paused midway up the staircase. Bella was looking at me with those dark eyes. No judgement, no hurt. Only curiosity and a vague desire to understand. I smiled at her and chuckled casually.

"Oh," I said. "Yes, we got a hotel room while we were out."

Bella nodded, a smirk forming on her lips. Even from my vague response she seemed to be able to divine all the details. It wasn't the first time she had suspected certain feelings between Tanya and I.

She was standing a step higher than me and for the moment she was slightly taller. She looked into my eyes, smirking, and then she leaned and sniffed at my neck. I tilted my face to allow her all the access she required and she inhaled and teased the tip of her nose against my skin and then her hand caught in my hair and clenched a handful and forced me to look at her.

I gasped softly at her roughness, a jolt of excitement going through me. The smirk on her mouth was playful but deadly serious as well.

"Just don't forget who your mate is," she said with sexy narrowed eyes.

I stared at her for a moment and then smiled and cupped her cheek. "Never, my love."

She smiled as well and kissed me there under the chandelier before scooping me into her arms and carrying me the rest of the way to bed.

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AN: This chapter was mostly to give a bit more detail about Kate and Leah and also to develop the relationship with Vicky and Tanya. I wanted them to at least have one special scene on their own, although it might've been more angsty than I intended it. Originally it was supposed to be a little different, a little happier. I'll have to make up for it in a different chapter. So, yeah. Not sure if I enjoyed this one. I wanted more from it. Although I did enjoy those opening paragraphs. I could describe those naked pixies in their chains and high heels all day, lol.

Anyway, hope you liked it. More feeding in the next chapter. :)