The undead rule the Earth, and humans are treated as fodder. Can a vampiric farmgirl fall in love with her human slave? Or is her desire little more than bloodlust? A 3000 word/12 page story of sapphic urges and unrestrained passion! More
The undead rule the Earth, and humans are treated as fodder. Can a vampiric farmgirl fall in love with her human slave? Or is her desire little more than bloodlust? A 3000 word/12 page story of sapphic urges and unrestrained passion!
Warnings: lesbian sex, menstrual sex, lesbian romance, fisting, Mistress/slave. Contains very strong language and explicit sexual content between consenting adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers.
If you love romance with a Mistress/slave dynamic, you'll love Her Crimson Desire: Enslaved by a Lesbian Vampire!
She stared at me, legs still pulled to shoulders, hands clutching each ankle. I hadn't told her to move, and so she laid perfectly still, the exemplar of obedience.
Her nipples were erect with the cold, skin goose-pimpled, body shivering in the effort to keep warm. I'd left her open, labia spread, blood wetting her pink lips. The city-dwellers scorned us, teased us for being meat-fuckers and degenerates, but I'd never done it before.
I'd never fed from the source.
I knelt down and leant in, flicking my tongue over her labia. She shivered, eyes squeezed closed, a moan escaping her lips. A blush extended over her breasts, echoed prettily in her cheeks.
Where others bred for productive lifespan and fertility, our farm bred for looks. It was crazy. There wasn't even a style category for livestock at the annual fair. No one cared what meat looked like; they were just meat.
At least, that's what I'd always thought. When I looked at her now, naked and spread, her lips tense with fear, I could almost feel heat running through my veins.