Just a little Taste
"G-Gosh, I can't believe that I'm doing this," came the sound of a woman walking down the cool, damp night of London. The overcasted moon was peering through windows of clouds, as she traveled under the lamp lit streets. Her accent was heavy yet cute, the sound of a squeaky young lass with bundles of energy. "I didn't think Master would let me out nor ser Interga." The girl spoke those names with reverence and some level of respect and fear. This girl's name is Seras Victoria, current soldier of the Hellsing organization. She was so mesmerized by finally being given the reins to go out by herself at night, that she didn't realize that many eyes were following her as she walked! Men's faces grew red with flushing arousal, women hands' slapped against some mens arms in protest, even as their eyes continued to follow the girl. Even some of the women themselves found that their cheeks were growing rosy, an utter trance set upon them by the blonde figure that was walking by them.
To describe Seras was to describe a decently tall young lady. Her hair was spiky and wild, a dull ashen gold that was surrounding her head as she walked down the street. She was quite a beauty: creamy white skin that was clear and smooth, a quality to it that made it seem as if her body had been chiseled to ethereally perfection. Her eyes, a sapphire blue, ate in the sights that had become somewhat foreign to her. She had a sharp chin, yet a soft face with a small dusting of freckles on her cheeks. The streets of London at night, sighting with the lamps that sat on the street casting their golden blanket over the street. It shined on her long legs that were left open to the winds. Granted, that wasn't the first thing that would catch your attention while watching her walk. Those would be much higher and on her chest. Especially considering that the outfit that she was wearing was something that would make Seras look like she would be perfectly at home working on the streets and corners!
You see, for her more mousey exterior, the woman was also…a bit of a ditz. She wasn't stupid, by any means, yet she was a bit unversed in the ways of the world and what certain things could mean. A girl with her past and her issues was not one who could be forgiven for not having the greatest desire to explore the outside world. Thrown through foster care after foster care after….that night, she found herself powerless and wanting to change that. She thought becoming a police woman would help in this regard. After all, what was more powerful than the law?
Ghouls. Ghouls were more powerful. Also, a vampire with a pistol the length of her arm and having a bullet shot through her chest. Alucard often said that she should be thankful he didn't aim for her head, considering it would've guaranteed a kill. When Seras asked why he shot her through the chest then, his answer was simply that it was a bigger target. And she thought that her master was above such perverted ideas! Which brings us back to why men and women were having to pause themselves on the street to watch this girl walk. Considering her less than ideal childhood, her little to no experience with the club scene, and only knowing the fashions of TV, Seras ... .didn't think about how her outfit might give off a different vibe than she thought.
For one, the chest that Alucard had mentioned was a bigger target than her head? Well, that was currently getting more air than anyone would reasonably expect of someone! Seras was wearing what could best be described as a very, very, very tight crop top, black enough that it was almost lost in the dark night. Unfortunately, the fabric of the thing was being tested by the unholy amount of fat mammary fuckpillows that were on display! Creamy, bouncy tits that seemed to outright beg for groping slipped out of the shirt, only kept from being freed by the fact that a knot in the middle of the shirt was holding it together, a final stand against indecent exposure. Granted, they would still be covered…..by the pink leopard print bikini top that was acting as a type of bra underneath. That, of course, was a matter of concern as thanks to the utter voluptuous amount of shirt-stretching titty that was trying to be restricted, it was on display almost more than the shirt was! The bra was tied to a spiked choker she was wearing, one that spoke equal amounts of badass bitch and slutty bad girl.
As it was tied right beneath her breasts, her midriff was exposed. Firm, solid stomach was on display, curves of fine tuned muscles and softness. Her pelvis rounded down into a v at the bottom of her tummy, a smooth white canvas that looked as if it had been carved to be lickable. The type of stomach you almost dream of making swell with children or an lust induced amount of backed up fuckbatter! Granted, that just made the eyes drifting to what she was wearing on the bottom a lot easier and a lot more stunning!
She would tell you that those were shorts. Anyone who had eyes thought that they were, at best, very expensive underwear. Seras, as mentioned before, had long and striking legs. Those legs also had meat on them. Meat that made it quite hard for the shorts to do more than cup around and hide only what needed to be hidden. Her thighs were plump and full, the shorts biting into the skin of them, as if pulling at them to snap them back to the skin, alongside the thigh high boots that were attached to her. As one could guess, that meant that the front of the shorts, risen on the curving hips of the girl, child-bearing at worst, and shades of a fertility goddess at their best, the front of it more a triangle of dark jean that looked like it was wedged between the thighs, a deep deep cameltoe emerging. The type that made the shorts look like they had been painted onto her.
All of this was to speak nothing of what she was carrying behind her. While she was not more endowed on her behind than she was on her chest, one would be remiss to believe that Seras Victoria lacked in that department. Her adorable and spankable bubble butt was almost oxymoronic compared to the rest of her. Her cheeks were falling out of her shorts, two spheres of bubbly, pinchable goodness jiggling with every step that she took. Her hips sauntered, the girl herself unaware that her wobbleflanks were acting like a swinging watch that was hypnotizing each and every person that she passed! Plump and firm, they almost clapped as she walked past, rounding a corner that took her to the street her destination lay at.
All things considered, Seras' adorable humming didn't match the utterly whorific look that she was sporting. Nor did the way that her eyes lit up as she laid eyes on her hearts' desire tonight. She had been researching every book and newspaper she could find, and was amazed to learn how few nightclubs London would recommend. After all, after her transformation, the day was as much an enemy to her as the Iscariots were at this point. A shiver passed through her back at thought of them, especially that mad Priest. So, the fact that a brand new one had opened less than a month ago made it feel a bit like divine intervention! Seras almost squealed when she saw it. After all, being turned into a vampire, having to fight demons, ghouls, other vampires, Nazis, and worst of all, the Catholic Church? Seras deserved this!
That said, the sinking feeling of anxiety began to prick at her skin as she came to the entrance. An illuminating sign, bright enough Led's that Seras thanked her master that Vampire's needn't worry about the effects of light on vision, beamed above her. A silhouette, traced and highlighted by green and blue lines, of a woman biting into an apple. A singular drop, blinking candy red, flushed from it. "Eve's Delights," the brightly lit letters on the site said. The building was about three stories tall, and Seras didn't need her enhanced hearing to hear the blasting techno that was coming from within it. If she was still living, she was sure that she would still feel the running of air into her lungs and the quickening of her heart. Anxiety for a vampire was more like being stricken with lightning: all of the panic, all at once instead of slowly creeping and overcoming everything, and gone just as quick. At least physically. Mentally? Poor Seras was having to psyche herself up.
You can do this, you can do this. You've faced ghouls, you've helped kill zombies, you've shot a sodding anti-tank rifle. You can do this.
With that, Seras feet responded before her brain did, boots stomping as she entered. The red doors opened inwards, and the music almost blew her back out of the door. The beat was something that bounced with the rabidness of rabies itself, all while synth waves bounced underneath it. From the door, Seras had a clear look of the dance floor, pink, purple and blue tiles lighting up underneath a strobing pink ceiling. Bodies danced, and grinded, and grooved as if the beat commanded them with an unheard trance. All of this hitting Seras with the weight of a freight train.
Her blue eyes scanned back and forth as she walked into the place, heading towards the bar. Her awkwardness in having never been in such an area became utterly clear with every step. She would hear a group of girls that, while not dressed as utterly slutty as she was, were certainly not winning any modesty competitions would whoop and holler, her ears hearing the clinking glasses before she could even see them being drunk. Her hearing could hear the sound of tongues running over lips, and it made her blush. She hadn't even been kissed before Alucard had made her what she was, so the fact that she heard near every moment of intimacy within the building was certainly…doing things to her that she attempted to wave away. Though, she was feeling embarrassed and shy for another reason beyond not knowing what to do.
She could feel eyes on her.
She had repressed the feeling outside as it was to keep her nerves under control, but now? She could feel eyes tracing her as she walked by, them clinging to her skin and looking her up and down. Studying her as much as they were watching the lights cast over the rest of the party goers. Now, anyone else who was dressed as she was would know that these eyes were filled with lust and want. Mouths watered as she walked by, tongue licked mouths, face became filled with red. Men adjusted their pants, some hoping that the girl would notice the shifting bulges that threaten to begin making their pants shorter. Women would shift their legs and try to (or make no small attempt to display) the beginning trails of wet juices going down their legs. It would be obvious to anyone that this woman was attracting the utter lust-addled attention of every person that she passed.
Seras?
She was embarrassed, yes, but more about the fact that she was sure that she hadn't dressed appropriately for a nightclub! She felt like a girl walking into school with braces on, believing that every eye was scrutinizing her for not being able to be a part of the popular crowd! It didn't help that Seras unfortunately had a bit of familiarity with such situations. Being an orphan in the regular primary school system was not a great work on one's self esteem. As she continued to walk, she found that all she wanted was to disappear.
No! I promised myself that I would take the night and take some part of my life back. And by God, that's what I'm going to do!
Attempting to keep her resolve, she figured that the best way to keep calm and get some eyes off of her was to keep it simple. When in Rome, do as the Romans, and the Romans love to drink. She might've sped herself up with just enough of her vampiric speed to get to the bar quicker. Of course, she didn't seem to realize that such an action meant that her ass was swinging from side to side like a pendulum, eyes following it, bouncing from wall to wall of their sockets. Still, Seras would not be denied, coming to the bar and planting herself right onto a seat. The bartender, a cute slender girl with dyed hair, looked up from behind it, and saw Seras. Seras had something confident shaken as she watched the girl behind the counter eyes go like plates, but shaking it from her voice, she attempted to try and seem ... .cool.
"Hey there, sugar~." Seras tried to imitate the ladies from all of the movies she had seen. "What's a lady like me got to do to get a drink around here? I really could use something to help wet my throat, ya know." Seras' voice was somewhere between first time dirty talk and high school girl trying to imitate female rappers, which was to say an abysmal failure. However, unbeknownst to her, she had something already in her favor.
Seras knew that vampire's could enthrall and seduce thanks to ethereal powers but she wanted this to be as natural a night as possible so she wasn't attempting to do so. Contrary to her thoughts, however, it wasn't something that shut off. It was more like the water from a dam: some is always leaking out, but turn the right switches, and the flood will come. So while for Seras, she was just trying to be a regular gal on the night, her vampire pheromones were deciding that it was time to act. To show their effectiveness, consider the passage above.
To anyone who was able to withstand the pheromones, knew the activities of vampires, or was one themselves, Seras was, to put it blunt, putting in absolutely no work at that moment. To anyone else? With Seras unknowingly acting sultry and slutty, with her putting innuendo into her sentence? With her body all but flaunted to everyone? The bartender hadn't just been delivered a dosage of cringe potent enough to choke a full grown man.
To her, Seras Victoria had, with no more than three sentences, nearly gotten her pants off her without issue! The girls' eyes, hidden by thick glasses, widened with shock and coyness, faces going from a slight tint of red till it was like blood was rushing to her head! Her lips quivered as her hips shook, as if her body was having to control the full voltage of a jolt of powerful electricity. She held Sera's gaze for three seconds more, before they ran to the ground, finding it a lot less intimidating and beautiful than the woman in front of her.
"Y-Yes, Momm-Ma'am! I-I get you that real quick, I'll be back. Please don't leave!" Her voice stumbled as much as she did as she began to run away. Most could see that Seras had just gotten the bartender super wet and was probably going to have free drinks for the rest of the night, and you wouldn't find a person that blamed the girl all throughout the bar. However, Seras was taking this a much different way.
D-Did I say something rude? Was I not supposed to talk like that? Seras felt the battering ram of imposter syndrome sneaking up on her. She already apparently looked horrible, she didn't also need to be unable to actually talk as well. Deciding that she had to distract herself from her previous failure, she turned to the man on the seat to the right. He wasn't an exactly handsome man, given that his hair was thinning and his stomach sprouted quite a gut. Still, his eyes were deep in his drink, lips around a straw that he was putting effort into drinking, eyes practically dancing to not look to his left. Seras didn't much give him the option as she gently pressed her body into the corner of his eye, his own cheeks blooming as his sight was overtaken with bouncy orbs of creamy fuckpillows.
"Hey there, Mister," the words danced across her tongue as she put all of herself in the man's cone of vision, or more demanded that he look at her fully. This, of course, meant that the utterly full and abundant chest that Seras had was now more or less directly in eye sight. The bra that she had decided to wear was only adding to his difficulties, digging into the flesh of her breast and making the nubs of her breast more apparent. Flesh ceded, heavy and tight against the fabric. "You know how to have fun around here? It's been such a long time since I let loose and I could definitely use someone who could help me unwind~."
The man's hands trembled around his drink, bashful joy on his face as the most slutty woman he had ever seen was hitting on him! Unfortunately, he couldn't go for one simple reason.
"S-sorry, I'm married, and I just came in to get a quick one before I head home to me misses." His index fingers bounced against each other, a crooked and wobbly smile on his face. "I-I'm real flattered, truly, just can't be doing that to me lady. Still, I, I hope you have a good night and get lucky!" The man didn't so much walk as he waddled, the look on his face somewhere between flustered and very, very flattered. If the way that he had to adjust his pants on the way out was any indication, the man was suddenly under Seras' charm, even if he did keep to his vows.
Seras could only watch as he skidded to the door, words lost on her tongue. She was Zero for two at this point, and was pretty sure that it was beginning to look like the Secondary school prom all over again. She had to hold a shudder: her nose flared, as if the smell of Axe body spray and unseasoned food trays was in her field of vision once again. Taking her hands to her cheeks, a quick slap on either side, Seras shook it away.
No! I can't let this be another disaster in my life! I have to make this night worth something!
Never give up, Never give in. For the next thirty minutes, Seras Victoria decided that she would embody this phrase. The girl bounced around the bar, attempting to find her way into the scene, craving something in here that would make the gnawing something in her chest and soul go away. To be fair to her, she was enthusiastic about just about everything she tried to engage in. The girl was nothing if not ready to push forward through her own faults. The problem was that between her vampiric abilities, and her sense of dress, the night was becoming more and more about the legend of the slutty blonde whore that was trying to get fucked by just about every patron in her bar!
Imagine the scene: you and a few friends have already downed two Irish car bombs, and your liver is already sending a formal protest to your brain that its irresponsible usage of the liver would be under investigation. You and them are trying to discuss, if only your words matched your lips, and your eyes would stop swimming. All of a sudden, you get tapped in the shoulders. You turned and then, in your face, is cleavage, so supple, so creamy, so damn full, you're pretty sure the pair of them are calling you for a respite from the weary worries of the world. Only to look up and see an extremely beautiful and an extremely provocative woman staring back at you. She smiles, God, she smiles and it's a smile that makes your hot alcohol laced blood feel like ice as you stand frozen in it.
"You boys seem like you're having fun~." She bends over, and you're almost sure you can see pink areolas and God, she is looking right at you, the smell of her like something that you would think Ambrosia smells like. "Mind if I cut in and help you with the drinks?" Her voice licks your ear, and your pants are damn near ready to give up the game as you shush your lips, cause you were gonna beg her to peg you if not and you are not ready for your friends to know that.
That was Seras Victoria's experience for the next half hour. From table to table she went, a resounding chorus of claps behind her as she walked. It was like watching a duckling trying to find the family that would take it. The problem was that every table made it clear that it wasn't that they didn't want to take her. Just….she was too damn much for anybody in this club!
Group of single ladies attempting to enjoy themselves? Fainting, stammering, and several girls wondering if a woman can get pregnant by having another lady finger her g-spot into a smooth nub. Frat brothers trying to go for one more beer before continuing the bar hopping shenanigans? Even they could handle the raw power that Seras was putting out! In short, Seras didn't realize that in truth, she had her pick of the liter. It was the cruelest of ironies: Sera Victoria, virgin and vamprelina in training, was experiencing the life of a dom ... .and was having no idea how to handle it.
She could only find herself back at the bar, head down into the thing, groaning as if she was about to raise the dead. She had no one on either side of her, on account of most people in this section of the place knowing to avoid the dick hungry lady, and thus was allowed to stew in her misery. Minus her drink, which hadn't come out yet: not for rudeness, but because the girl had been jilling herself to the thought of Seras using her like a worn condom and making her cunt rain with submissive shots of joy.
"Man, I thought I was going to be able to actually do this tonight." Seras voice sounded much like an upset school child at that moment. She rubbed her face against her arms, attempting to flick some level of tears away from her eyes. "All I want is for this to be one good night after everything that's happened, and I had to go and ruin it by dressing like a git!" She was half-way right, just not in the way she thought. "And now no one wants to talk to the crazy lady in the rubbish outfit and no one wants to hang with me."
"Oh, I don't think no one is right."
Seras head lurched at the sound of a voice that didn't sound like it was struggling to talk to her. Her head lifted slowly, eyes barely visible as they set to look at the owner of the voice. The moment that her eyes did set on the woman, all of her depression decided to take that moment and outright flee. The woman talking to her was an absolute knockout.
The first thing that Seras noticed; her height. Seras was used to having to crane her neck up to meet her master's gaze, but she didn't think that there would ever be that many women that she would have to look up at. Yet even sitting down, she knew she was clearly only at the tip of her chin in height. As her eyes traveled, she looked over her face. A dark skinned woman looked back, hair loose and strands hanging from her head, cupping the entirety of her face as it sat on her shoulders, a hood of black locks on her head.
She was a handsome type of woman, her face chiseled and sharp, with a type of roguish beauty to it. The type of face that was as much made for modeling as it was made for gazing. A sharp chin with a smile that Seras feared would make her give her neck to her! Silver eyes looked down at her, piercing and kind, making Seras suddenly feel like she was in front of Ser Interga. She wore a black jacket, the zipper divorced from the other side of the jacket, meaning that much like Seras, her midriff was fully open to the world. Toned and smooth, a jeweled green orb hung from her belly button. Her breast fit in her shirt, yet Seras was more than able to identify that they were more than a handful, even making Seras swallow. She had to gaze up at the woman and arch her eyebrows as she looked at her.
"Y-you mean that?" For the first time tonight, Seras was on the other side of her little love interactions and it was starting to show. As if her body itself was responding, Seras lips came together, the plumpness of them on display. As if knowing a potential mate was nearby set Seras' on a one woman crusade for whatever was in this woman's pants! Luckily, it was working in reverse, though not exactly in the way she would think. The dark skinned woman bent herself enough to look right into her eyes.
"Who else got an outfit that fucking hot?" You see, the effects up to his point had been particularly in making all victims lustful, yes, but ultimately bashful and unable to actually on the downpour of "fuck like animals" spell that could come for them. For the truth is, they had shame. They wouldn't approach a girl that clearly down to fuck unless they were truly in the mood for strange. "Name's Naomi, babes."
Naomi was a woman that had no sense or need for the word shame. She wasn't the type to Be absolutely detrimental to society and herself, but Fat sss White gals showing themselves off to the world like tight fuckable trophies? Naomi liked that. Just ask her girlfriend, Esper. Still, she was in London, and was looking for a way to relax. Esper told her to have fun (and to send pics of whoever she ended up with), But that had been a problem all on its own. That was that the slums of London weren't nearly tawdry and coarse as she could've hoped for. She had barely gotten into this bar, almost ready to end the night.
Seras was like a powerful shot of straight goon fueled lust juice on her parched tongue, which was only enhanced by the love beam. For you see, with no real sense of fear of shame, Naomi felt no flustered breath or quickening heart rate. No, this girl felt pure, unadulterated need traveling in her. Meaning that the sight of Seras' shorts try to act as a barrier between two orbs of wobble fat? It was all Naomi needed. She already knew all was going well when the girl blushed, her fingers tapping together coyly.
"R-really. It's nothing that special," Seras sounded like a British schoolgirl, coyly trying to deny the praise that was pressed upon her. That it was coming from such an undeniable hot piece of ass was making something in Seras awaken, but shy and meek as she usually was, she didn't know how to endure it. "S-so, I'm guessing you're here on holiday, then? Could tell you're not from around here. Ya know. Because of the American accent." Seras forced her foot in her mouth, as if she couldn't stop the words from slipping out. She felt her face and neck heating up as she felt Naomi eyeing her up and down. The giggles from her lips would've made her want to die, if she didn't feel the warmth behind it.
"Yeah, from New York. Always wanted to come overseas." She looked Seras up and down, her silver eyes open in their desire, especially as they fell in her chest. "So I guess that you're looking to have some fun tonight? Usually I don't see girls dress like this unless they're looking for one thing."Embarrassment overcame Seras as she looked down, unable to look the woman in the eyes. For a lady who looked like being with her would cost you by the hour, Seras wasn't adding like it.
"I-I don't usually dress up like this. Today was special, and I really wanted to….try and get out more. Get to know people. Maybe…meet a really sweet person, ya know?" It was almost sweet, the way that Seras tucked her hair behind her ear, looking away from Seras. While it was in a cute sight, for Naomi, she had to inhale to keep herself calm. You see, for all her calm approach, she was not unaffected by the "love beam" Seras had been using all night. Only, her desires weren't making her want to run from Seras. No, it was more that she needed Seras. As such, opportunity presented itself and she would not miss the opportunity.
"Thar's sounds like a nice idea." Naomi took no longer than those words leaving her lips as she got closer to Seras, entering air space that was much more intimate than strangers would usually get. "How about you give me twenty minutes to convince you that I can be that person tonight?" Seras looked at her, eyes wide. "Hey, I'm not a dick, if you'd rather me leave. I ca-"
"No!" Seras blurted, body moving before mind could keep up, which in this case, meant that her arms leapt out to hold Naomi close. Wrapping her arms around Naomis', Seras breasts decided to make a good impression on Naomi by pressing themselves into her arm! Well, in this instance, with their size and shape, they went around her arm, as she clung to Naomi. Naomi looked at her, eyebrows in her hair even as her eyes stayed still. "I-I don't mind, I-I just thought you won't want to. I….I'm not exactly in a good looking outfit." Naomi looked at her, eyes unmoving. Seras was sure that she had done it now, made too many mistakes, till Naomi let out a slight puff of air, before healthy chuckles, deep and timber-like emerging from her mouth as she looked at Seras again.
"You're adorable, you know that?" Seras felt like the praise was going to make her melt as she felt Naomi pull her away, firmly enough to make her follow but not enough to remove her arm. "Let me share a dance with you then, consider my personal introduction." Seras teeth shined as her smile beamed at Naomi, her clutch around her arm growing only more absolute as she decided to attach herself to Naomi.
"Sure, I'd love that!" And so it was, as Seras led her to a more secluded part of the bar, deciding to act as Naomi's arm candy, clinging to her with utter affection! Seras wasn't an easy girl, she would tell you that, but she felt like having some fun tonight. Plus, it wasn't often such a nice catch came up to her so she was gonna enjoy this for all that it had. She made sure to get the drink she ordered from the girl, who looked like the world was sinking in on itself when she saw Seras hanging off Naomi's arm as Naomi received one of her own, drinking them as they headed to the bright colored floor.
Walking through the club, it was now a little less embarrassing, having Naomi walking with her. Eyes following her felt more like they were staring Naomi more than her, though she was sure some eyes were on her, considering her outfit. Still, Naomi proved to be a wondrous partner in this moment. She chuckled as Seras tightened her hold, looking more and more like an infatuated girl than a grown woman as she walked with her.
"Not used to being out during the night?" Naomi jokes, Seras stiffening against her. The girl gave a nervous chuckle as they came to a table. It was in a bit of a corner, and seemed to be a communal place to set your drink as you head to the dance floor. Seras took her drink, enjoying the liquid through the burn of the alcohol meant nothing to her.
"N-Not like this." Naomi looked at her, and anxiety spiked as Seras worked a story up quickly. "M-My job makes me work at night a lot of the time, so I really don't get to go out during the day and have to work at night!" That seems to be enough of an answer for Naomi.
"Uh, tell me about it!" Naomi's voice spoke of a kindred experience as they sat down, drinks clinking with ice as they set them down, readying herself for her dance. Seras bent over to do so, not knowing she was giving Naomi quite the sight as she was able to see how Seras' ass was eating the shorts she wore. Naomi felt like her hands were almost moving on their own, having to stop them from pinching it. Even with the fact that her shorts, the part that wasn't being devoured by her ass, was barely hiding the sight of her pussylips! The outer lips of her vulva were puffy and full, only her inner lips blocked by the strip of clothing, like a lewd idea of modesty! Naomi felt blood traveling south before she heard Seras hop back to her.
"Might I have this dance, Miss Naomi?" Seras pushed her own accent, making herself sound posh and upstanding, her early jitters gone, even if she was still blushing up a storm at the somewhat ridiculous action. Still, it was more than enough for Naomi to work with, laughing as she took Seras' extended hand.
"Why, Miss Seras," Naomi made her voice match, her attempt at an English accent poor and almost as cringy as Seras, which made her laugh all the harder, "I would be honored to join you in a round of dance!" As she led, she saw eyes popping to her as she had the hot slut of the night walking alongside her. A smug look on her face as she watched people follow her, realizing that she was about to do what all of them wanted and had no bravery to do. The tiles of the floor flashed as they stepped, the pink lights strobing overhead, alternating darkness and a coating of pink over the crowds.
"So, where was the last time you went clubbing?!" Naomi had to shout over the music, praying that it reached Seras' ears. Of course, Seras had the hearing of a vampire: she was able to hear the heartbeat of a mouse and the breath of a dying man three houses away. Naomi was more of a loudspeaker to her than anything. She only smiled, a bashful thing as she looked at the black woman as they walked into the crowd.
"Well…..it's been a few months….or years." Seras, even before her contract with the darkness, hadn't been the most outgoing girl. "I-I hope that won't be a problem." Naomi chuckled, and Seras was sure that it was melting her heart. Every time she did it, it made her feel like she was going to swoon and fall into her arms. "I guess that won't be a problem?"
"Girl, I've had more dances with girls that didn't have two left feet than I've actually been laid." Seras blushed at the open admission of her sexual life, even though something in her stomach twitched and her body began to have a type of heat that began to swim throughout her body. It only intensified the moment that Naomi took her grip and led her to the floor. A beat began in the stereo, hard and beating, like the music itself was hopping and commanding others to pop and bounce with it. "Now, why don't you just enjoy this with me?"
Naomi led them off, and found enough room in the menagerie of bodies to allow them to move. Naomi let go of her hand, and began to dance herself. Seras didn't know much, but she could tell she was good. Not professional good, but her hand would follow the bounce and groove, arms angling back and forth, her hips swinging and dancing back and forth as she would put an emphasis into them, hitting each beat with an equal swing of her hips. Still, Seras was nervous but seeing the woman who was so beautiful helping her come out of her shell giving effort, she had to try to.
Seras didn't dance with the speed or grace of Naomi, but she did decide to follow a simple idea: simple movements with her body and using her arms to emphasize them. For example, she would roll her body and let her hands make the wave of her movements more notable. Maybe a little hip shake here and there, and a tiny twirl to make it look nice. To Seras, she felt a bit like an idiot. An idiot having an absolute blast, for sure, but an idiot nonetheless. However, by now, you know: her vampiric abilities didn't make it so. As Naomi was learning all too well. Her body roll was full of slow lust and seduction, promising that her body was inviting everyone to gaze as her breast jiggled and her smooth and flat stomach glistened. Her hands would go into her hair, wild and free as she looked like she was in ecstasy already. And her hips shaking, god, her hips shaking!
The orbs of white meat that she was carrying around jiggled, no they wobbled, no they fucking clapped together as she did so. While some may have not been able to hear it over the music, Naomi did. It was like having her own private strip show, being able to watch a girl swing and ride her ass in front of her face. She could feel the way her fingers would sink in and meet the resistance of her meat, and how it would tremble if struck. Naomi didn't know it, but her feet were bringing the two close, enough that Seras' booty shaking was close to her hips. Every swing felt like it was barely missing her crotch, something that was very much beginning to pitch a tent in her pants and was getting very close to arranging a meeting with the crack of her ass. Finally, with a massive swing of her body, a massive move of her wobble flanks, Seras backed up into Naomi.
The immediate feeling of embarrassment was brought low by the feeling of something huge sliding up her back and riding into the crack of her ass. The heat of it was already radiating and hot against her, and that was before she felt Naomis' hands on her shoulders. She craned her head back, enough to be able to meet their eyes, and Seras felt like she was in the arms of that vampire once again. The level of hunger that was laid upon her by Naomis' stare made her feel like well-dressed and cooked meat, like Naomi wanted to sink her teeth deep into her and damn the consequences. Most of the time, such looks made Seras feel frightened, anxious, or fearful. Now?
The burning that Naomi had started was now turning into an inferno that was raging inside of her stomach, making something that had been lost to her feel as if it was reawakening. The night, this night, had been to regain some of her humanity, regain some of the spontaneity and innocence and beauty that fragile human life could give. The type of joy that came from knowing that it had to end and indulging in the vice for it will disappear. Naomi made it all the more possible as her hand refused to stay in chaste areas. Though she was gentle, she was not slow with her hands finding Seras' breasts and Seras didn't even attempt to stop her. The music became rhythmic, the hammering of drums like an angry beat, and Seras could only think one thing: grind.
Her arms came to Naomi's neck, hooking around them as she put everything she had to push her ass into Naomi, trying to do anything she could to make that hot pillar that was beginning to fit right into the bouncing bubble that was her ass. Her eyes closed, and a groan came from her throat, so deep and growling, she sounded half drunk as she did it. It was like Naomi was puppeting her the whole time and Seras swung her hips in time with Naomis' grinding against her.
Naomi marveled and puffed with grunts as she marveled at the utter malleability of Seras' tits! The skin sank and gave way to her fingers, filling her hands and almost overrunning them! The way that Seras quivered at the touch, even as the flesh of her breast felt like holding sacks of heavy dough and were about as easy to grope! Her bikini top did nothing to stop the feeling of her nipples, hardening and becoming more prominent, poked into Naomis' hands, as if Seras was signaling that Naomi was well on her way to her prize. Naomi's body shivered and bucked, as if she needed to have Seras there and then.
Seras would seem to agree, as every buck that Naomi gave, her mouth parted in a silent scream, and she grinded into her, the head of that thing poking into her, her cheeks teasing and jolting against every touch. By now, while the crowd was still dancing, there were some that had seen Seras and Naomi. However, given her nature and the fact that she was experiencing the most skin-sizzling lust she had experienced since her school-days, Seras wasn't just affecting the two of them. SEveral couples began to grind, hands traveling and bodies combining, all surrounding the couple that looked as if they were already ready to fucked on the floor.
Seras unhooked her arms from Naomi's neck, removing her pillowy-doughcheeks from Naomi. Before she could protest, Seras flung herself at Naomi, letting the women catch her as she hooked her legs around her waist, arms once again using her neck to hang from her. Seras found her lips and her tongue found the craven from her mouth. Her tongue stroked and caressed the inside of Naomis' mouth, encouraging her to enjoy the inside of her as well. Naomi answered in kind, tongue wrestling hers, and her hands deciding to indulge in the cheeks that had been teasing her all damn night!
The sinking feeling in her fingers, as muscle and cellulite molded to her fingers, dancing around them and consuming ws she continued to tongue wrestle with Seras. Her crotch, now very much pointed and hard, extended out like a standing pillar, coming up and between the clefts of her ass. It bisected it, standing as another divider of the cheeks, one much more solid than the flimsy shorts she was wearing. Naomi felt like she was in heaven, able to molest and grope these volleyball sized hills of phat white girl ass! As she did, Seras finally released her, and her eyes stared into hers'.
Naomi knew that she really should care about the fact that her blue, ocean-like eyes were now redder than sin and burned as hot as fire. That they were piercing her and calling to her. Warmth wrapped her, dancing across her skin and shining into her veins, and she knew on some level, she should be considered that the drool on Seras' lips made her notice that her canines were so damn sharp that she was sure that she could poke out eyes with them. However, underneath the piercing glare that wanted to consume her, there was a lust that verged on utter hunger and need that made her eyes look big, big, wet and needy. Seras licked her lips, leaned into Naomi's neck, her tongue lashing against ebony skin, and whispered, voice like heaven and reverberating everywhere and right in Naomi's ear:
"Take me."
Naomi didn't so much as hurry as she bounded from the dancefloor, holding Seras up by the meat of her ass, groping and squeezing the whole while. She walked through the smattering of bodies that were around them, grinding, moaning, and bumping skin together in a mad orgy of debauchery, one that Naomi would be glad to join, but maybe through a modicum of decency and remaining thought, she decided that she didn't need the idea of anybody else having this whore. Seras was her whore, hers and no one else's. Naomi brought her up the steps, and Seras decided that their mouths had been separated for too long, dipping her tongue back in.
"I need you….* smmoooch, *smooch*~, burning inside because of you~! Burning like the sun on my skin, * mwwwwwahhh, I neeeeddd yyooouuuu~ ! Gimme, gimmmeee, I neeeddd yoouuu ! Every * chu * piece *mwwwahhh* of *smmoooochhh* you!"
Naomi was already ready to consummate this night with this slutty little cocktease since she saw her but after that, with Seras continuing to deliver long-loving kisses that scraped and entered her mouth, long and with a single-minded need, she knew that she would give nothing else than her absolute all to smash the door of this bitchs' cervix open and invade it with the rush of her cum! Naomi pulled her lips from her, uncaring about the fact that her lips were coated in the remains of Seras' lipstick, she walked to the bar, holding her in her arms the whole while. She walked to the bar, and shocked the bar girl, who was sulking before she got there, and upon seeing the two them, felt her body heat up once again at the sight of two women who looked like they were ready to fuck right then and there!
"Booth, private, now." It was a demand, not a request. Between the sight of Seras nibbling and kissing on Naomis' ear, and the sight of a bulge that was pushing out, one that was so damn large that the girl behind the bar was wondering if it was actually real, her disappointment quickly faded into lust and shivering submission as she wordlessly directed Naomi to a booth that sat in a corner, with a view of the rest of the bar, and for some privacy, it was lifted, on a type of plateau, with steps leading up to it. Naomi took the directions without hesitation, all eyes on them only ratcheting up the heat that was radiating off of them. Naomi bounced up the steps, sliding inside of the booth, having Seras sitting on her lap, her hands dancing to examine every part of her as she closed the curtain. Finally, Seras removed her mouth from hers', letting Naomi remember the taste of oxygen as she moved in her lap. Seras' beady eyes looked at her, hunger dancing with nervousness as the inexperience came upon her.
"I-I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I-I j-just..I feel hot! " Her eyes, small and beady, rounded with red, stared right at the throbbing bulge. "I-I-I have to do this, I-I can do this, just do this, just do this, just do-," Seras would've kept going till Naomi settled her hand on hers', thumb swinging on her knuckles, calm and soothing, making their eyes meet. "W-What am i supposed to do?" It was whimpered, and Naomi felt the need to guide her. Naomi reached for her zipper and made to let it down, never taking her gaze from Seras.
"How's about I show you?"
PLAP!
"H-Holy shit!" If Seras thought it was massive grinding into her ass, the amount of pipe that was standing at attention right now was something that couldn't have been in even her wildest imaginations! The sight of its thickness was one that made Seras' throat go dry, as she could compare the basis, round and thick, it was like the base of a soda can! Its length was long enough that Sera was comparing it to her forearm and found that it was coming up short in the comparison, an ebony pillar that twitched and moved. The head was dark and full, an acorn sized button ready to pop. The shaft craned up and back toward Naomi, as if pointing back toward her heart, and throbbing with the same pattern of the heartbeat! "H-how am I supposed to do anything with that~ ? It looks like an anti-tank rifle!"
"Don't know what that is, but we can start a little slow." Naomi took the hand that she had grabbed, and with a firm grip that felt comforting, she placed Seras' hand onto it. As she was already a cold body, the heat from it was even more evident! Like a hot bottle of water, Seras felt her hands become full of heat and her mouth full of liquid, the dryness gone and replaced with saliva. Naomi let out a groan, one that began in her throat and stampeded up it, sinking through her teeth. "Fuck, your hands are soft as fuck~! How the hell are you still a virgin?!" Seras blushed, pouting cutely at what she supposed was a compliment. "Sorry, just…fuck, they're soft. Now, I want you to start stroking." Seras looked at her and followed her words with a child's obedience and cupping her hand, she began to try.
She found difficulty at first. The thing was big enough that her closed fist couldn't fit around the thing, her fingers separated by a large shaft of ebony cock. As such, she added her other hand, a look of genuine concentration on her face. As with many other things that night, vampiric abilities took over her. For Seras, she was struggling to make sure that she was actually satisfying her partner, and beginning to head down the road to satisfy her own lust. However, for Noami, she couldn't fathom the pleasure that was racing down her cock at that moment.
"J-Jesus fuck, who the fuck sent you out here~~?!" Naomi let out a groan that could only be described as orgasmic, a wail of pleasure mixing in with the groans as them bounced from her mouth. "Y-you can't seriously have not done this before ! Y-you fucking lied to you, you damn slutty bitch~!" It was an insult, one that a poor virgin like Seras might've been more hurt by ... .if she wasn't more focused on making this standing pillar gushing its' reward for her! Her ears could hear the rumblings in her nutsack and that made her heat begin to boil over even more! To hear how her nuts were already churning, and frothing with soon to be swimmers that were preparing to release itself. "S-Shit, okay, okay, you are way better than I actually fucking thought you were, so you can actually stop now, and we can move on to something else!" Naomi tried to regain composure, but Seras was far too into her lust and her need to pay attention to anything but the possible mistakes and why she wasn't being covered in chunky, backed cum chowder right now!
Naomi watched as Seras got a look on her face, and the chill that rapped down her back was one that she couldn't keep the shiver out of. She watched Seras adopt a smile that was almost sadistic, corners of her mouth ticked up and her eyes staring into her soul. Her hair fell in front of her right eye, her visible eye red and hungry. Seras saddled her once again, but instead of staying there, she decided to begin sinking to the floor, sliding slowly down Naomi's legs, running her jeans with the dripping juices that were coming from her.
"You know, something, Naomi~," Naomi wished that she could say that she wasn't turned on by how fucking deep her voice sounded at that fucking moment, "I realized that a lady like you deserves to be fucking punished! Coming into a club to hunt down poor innocent gals looking to have a good time and turn them into your personal dick bint~ ? Think that you can turn a virgin girl who hadn't even had her first kiss yet into your baby batter swallowing cum-toilet ?! Girls like you need to understand exactly what the fuck happens when you don't understand just exactly who the fuck you're dealing with!"
PLOP!
Naomi felt like her heart stopped as Seras used her hands to lift and smack against her pelvis the two personal fuckjugs that Seras carried around! Slamming down into her lap, her cock was smothered and trapped within the confines of both massive fuckpillows. Naomi let out a groan of dismay, her cock already let out pre at the top from just being surrounded by plump meat that shifted and gripped her cock. Seras giggled, a switch flipped and, unwilling to let up, Seras pushed in further, letting her cock feel the pressing of her sternum.
It stood proud, even between the two of them. Jutting from the top of them like a rising spire, able to dwarf even the massive hills of jiggly fuckmeat that Seras sandwiched it between. Seras giggled as she shimmered her shoulders, making her breast bounce the cock back and forth, snuggled securely in her chest. Naomi felt like she was in between some of the softest pillows she had ever fucked! It felt better than most pussies she had ever had! As Seras sat in a slut squat, the heels of her shoes in her jiggling twerk pillows, she giggled as she teased Naomi.
"How's about that~? Think you can handle my fat fucking milk jugs surrounding this perfect fuckstick~?" Seras no longer had the stuttering shy pout of a virgin, but the boiling hunger of a dick slut in absolute heat! "You were hoping to do this anyway, weren't you? Force me on my knees and make me choke on big black cock like some filthy cum bint hungry for black stud seed?" Seras threw the accusations out, and when all Naomi could answer with was a groan and a look away, she had her answer. "You know, my previous job was being a police woman, and I think it's my duty to make sure pussy hungry thugs like you stay nice and content so you don't ravage the poor women or Great Britain~! So, you'll have to keep your eyes on me and learn to accept having a sweater bursting pair of tits on your cock!"
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
Naomi's body shuddered as Seras began her punishment on such a vile beast of a cock! Taking her tits in her hands, she began to massage and grip it, using her breasts as cleaners to the shaft. Naomi's hips bucked, sending her cock up and through the pillowy fortress that was Seras' boob onahole, something that made her laugh when the small drops of clear precum fluid landed on her cheek.
"Looks like even with me knockers here, you still want to be a raging brute and try and knock 'em up, huh? Think everything you stick that cock of yours in is some pussy meant to have your fucking kids, huh? Even worse than I thought you were." Seras said, her tongue lapping at the fluid that landed on her lips, her own deep powerful shudder running through her as the Ambrosia that was Naomi's precum landed on her tongue. "Guess I need to bring out the big guns, eh? Don't say I didn't warn you, you brute~." Seras purred, as her lips came closer to the head, tongue dragging across the shaft and scraping the taste of salty, yummy dick across her tongue till she came to the head, her tongue diving and sliding into the pisshole of Naomi's cockhead!
SCHURLP! SLURP! CHHUUUU~! SCHLURP! SCHURLP!
"OoOOOooooOohhhh, HhhhHHOLLLYY SHITT~~!" Naomi felt as if electricity was tracing down her urethra, her cock shaking and aching at the addition of a devoted tongue bath to it. Seras dragged and suckled, her lips joining her tongue in worshipping the head of this cock, as it continued to poke out of the warm boob coat it was covered in. "Fuck, S-Seras, oh God, it's so goood~. It feels so damn good~~!" Seras only responded by applying more tongue and kisses to Naomi's cock, attempting to make the black cock pink with the amount of kisses that were lining it. "S-slow down, wait, please!"
"Slow down?!" Seras mocked, her breasts slathered with the spit of her mouth and precum that Naomi had provided. "I don't think big mean dickfiends like you get to talk about slowing down~ ! If you can still do anything but groan and blow your fat logs of dickbatter for me, then it's clear I'm not doing enough~! Don't worry, though, I have just the thing to get you to break!" With that, Seras decided that her tongue wouldn't be enough. Opening her maw wide and without hesitation, SERAS SENT HER MOUTH DOWN THE WIDTH AND LENGTH OF NAOMI'S COCK TILL SHE FOUND HER CHIN POPPING AGAINST HER BLOATED AND HEAVY BALLSACK! The eyes of the black girl all but rolled into the back of her skull as she howled in ecstasy.
GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK!
" FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I-I GIVE! I GIVE! MY COCK IS TOO DAMN HARD FOR ITS' OWN GOOD, AND I'M SORRY FOR HAVING A GROTESQUE AND FUCKING EAGER DICK THAT WANTS TO CUM IN FERTLILE THROATS AND PUSSIES~~ ! PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME JUST CUM, USE YOUR MOUTH AND LET ME FUCKING CUM, LET MY GREEDY GIRLCOCK JUST BLOW CHUNKS EVERYWHERE, PLEASE~ !"
Seras didn't give her the grace of a full response, deciding the best way was to give her an active one. With suction like a vacuum, she pulled her head back, bobbing her head up and down Naomis' cock, refusing to give the poor girl a break! Whines came from the girl, even her hands gripping into Seras' hair, all to no avail. Seras would dip her head low, leaving Naomi's cock in a tortuous cave of hot delight as her throat warmed and massaged it. Her head would come up, quick and with enough saliva that the once dry cock now shined with slobber, and her tongue would drag and lick, circling around the head once she came back up, before diving back in. All whilst taking no time to actually come off of the cock.
Naomi was sure that at some point, she would cease, that she would have mercy. However, vampires don't have to breathe. So Naomi continued to pray and believe every minute that Seras stayed down there that her breath would soon need a break and that she would be given time to recover. She was sure of it the first minute, sure by the second, worried by the fifth, and praying for sweet death by the tenth! Lucky for her, relief would soon come.
Seras could feel her balls trembling, like the seed was already making a push to be released. With all the fury that her neck could muster, she redoubled her efforts onto the dick, attempting to pull it off with every suction that she gave. Naomi felt her hands crashing into the booth, the tightening in her sack and that her cock had lost any and all of the battle before it. Her cock bulged, her balls tightened to her body, her hips raised, as she howled, and screamed, almost loud enough to crash and pierce through the air and the music:
"FFFFUUUUUUCKKKKINGGG CUMMMMIINNNNGGGG~~ !"
The shout was just the warning for the rest of the shot as her cock delivered its load, shooting right into Seras' throat. Rope after oatmeal thick rope was launched into her throat, splattering enough to make sure that some was leaking from her mouth, yet even still she wouldn't come up. Enough shot that her nose began to leak a trail of cum, yet still she was determined to swallow and take everything. It was only once her cheeks puffed and were full that she came off, Naomi's rope shooting out to cover her face and land in her hair, her mouth leaking her well-earned seed onto her chest, lathering her in a lewd lotion for her own skin. Finally, the heat inside of her began to simmer, feeling as if her stomach was coated in enough cum to quell the fire. As she looked at the black girl, who was looking as if her soul had been sucked out of her, the shy visage that Seras had had returned, as she pushed her fingers together.
"So ... .can I have your number, please~?"