The reaction for both women was instantaneous and intense. Eliza felt all of her pleasure centers go into overdrive. Not only did she feel the ecstasy that Veronica’s fingers were bringing her, but she could feel the pleasure that Veronica was feeling by Eliza’s own hand. She felt the sweat on Veronica’s skin and heat in her heart. The world in her field of vision sped up to a blur. It was like watching a holo-video and having someone hit the fast forward. But it still made sense somehow. ‘Is this how a human goes through the world?’ she thought. ‘Their lives are so short that they charge headfirst and headstrong into any obstacle, because they have no time to waste.’ Veronica’s fingers also seemed to be moving faster than humanly possible. They were like pistons in an old-fashioned six-cylinder engine that humans used centuries earlier. And they were bringing her to the brink.
In Veronica’s mind, everything had slowed to a crawl. It was almost as if she could see each individual movement of an insect’s wings at it slowly drifted through the air of the observation tower. She felt like she could see for miles around through the gaps in the railing, and she could see in the dark better than she could in the day. The night brought colors that no human could ever see, like taking the known spectrum and turning it on its side. And she felt herself inside of Eliza. Her fingers were inside this beautiful creature, as was her blood. But it was more than physically being inside. She was spiritually inside of Eliza as well. Her very being was being hungered for, and Veronica wanted to be devoured. Eliza’s fingers seemed to be moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, almost as if to torture her. But the torment was sweet as strawberry wine, and it soon brought her to the brink.
At the exact same moment, both women climaxed. Their respective bodies tightened up and tried to trap one another’s fingers inside. Veronica’s full chest jiggled and swayed, while every muscle in Eliza’s body was clearly visible under her pale skin. Eliza was forced to withdraw her fangs. Suddenly, Eliza’s world slowed down and Veronica’s world sped up again. Both women were drenched in perspiration and their hands were coated with the other woman’s juices. Though neither would have believed it, but their final embrace had lasted only a minute or so. The puncture wounds on Veronica’s neck were small, and the amount of blood that Eliza had actually consumed was miniscule. As Veronica had said, it hadn’t been an offer of nourishment.
Eliza collapsed backward onto the deck, and Veronica lay down next to her with an arm and leg draped over the top of the vampire’s body. Neither could speak, but that was just as well. Neither could think of a single thing to say.
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An hour later . . .
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Eliza was laying in her bunk in what had been a solitary confinement cell once upon a time. The sun would be coming up soon, and she would need to sleep for a few hours at that point. She and Veronica had dressed after their impromptu rendezvous in complete silence. Veronica had flipped the collar on her jumpsuit up to hide the bite marks, but those would heal quickly. What they had shared was too intense to vocalize right then and there. They descended the circular stairwell and parted ways at the bottom, but not before their hands touched and held each other one more time. At different times, each had looked back. But both needed some space for a bit.
Eliza had been lying on her bed ever since, staring at a steel ceiling. She thought she was as prepared as she could be, but Veronica had presented herself as an intangible . . . a lovely, delicious intangible. Eliza licked her lips, and found that she could still taste the blonde woman. She rolled over onto her stomach and pushed her face into her pillow and screamed. She felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, and it was annoying the hell out of her. Then she heard knocking on the door.
“Eliza?” came Wyrm’s voice.
“Come in,” she said with an irritated voice.
“Don’t shoot,” he joked, making Eliza smiled. She had never been able to intimidate Wyrm because he didn’t take her temper very seriously. He walked in holding a small shiny disc. “I thought you might want this,” he said smugly.
Eliza didn’t much care for the tone in his voice or the gleam in his eye. “What is it?”
“Let’s just say that you might want to try and remember where all the new surveillance equipment was set up. There was a camera on the roof not far away from a certain observation tower with the nicest view on the island.”
Eliza’s face flushed almost red with embarrassment. She hadn’t been thinking about that. She hadn’t gone up there thinking about sex, so . . .
“Don’t worry,” Wyrm said a little more warmly and less gleefully. “I rerouted the video feed to my station. This is the only copy of what happened. I thought you should have it . . . just in case you wanted to take notes for next time . . .”
Eliza nailed him in the face with a pillow. But she couldn’t stay mad at him. He was just too . . . cocky.
“I can’t say that I’m not just a little bit jealous though. Best looking woman that comes our way in a while since the last woman you were sleeping with, and you get to sleep with her too. You’re just lucky that you’re gorgeous and you pay well, otherwise I’d quit.”
Wyrm had propositioned her so many times and she had shot him down that it had turned into a game with them. He probably had no idea what he would do if she had ever actually said “yes.” But he knew she never would. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “What’s up?” he asked. “I thought you’d be high as a kite after that.”
“I wish I could explain it to you,” she mumbled. “That would mean it made sense to me.” She looked down at Wyrm. “It was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. I just wasn’t ready for it.”
“Even you can’t be ready for everything boss,” Wyrm told her. “Sometimes you just have to put yourself out there and let the world take its best shot.”
Eliza mulled over his simple logic. Then her eyes shot open. “Wyrm, you’re brilliant!” She jumped out of her bed and went looking for Captain Corbin. Her technology expert was left sitting on her bed.
“I am?” he pondered to an empty room.
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About nine hours later . . .
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“I hope you’re sure about this,” Captain Corbin said as the hydrofoils used by the U. S. Coastguard were being loaded up. Earlier in the day, they had activated an emergency beacon, broken radio silence and contacted the mainland. They announced that they knew the enemy was coming and that they were going to get the Dead Man’s World off the island. They had placed identical looking boxes in each of the craft.
“Let the bastards figure it out,” Eliza said. About then, Veronica wandered up.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said. Her collar was still turned up. Despite the awkwardness, Eliza badly wanted to talk to her about what had happened. But that would have to wait.
“Did you tell the men to get ready to ship out?” she asked of the Captain.
“They’re stowing their gear on the personnel transports now.” Along with the fast moving hydrofoils, several small but quick ships had arrived to move the troops off the island. The first wave of troops started loading their stuff up, all under Captain Corbin’s watchful eye. Eliza glanced up at one of the guard towers, blinked, then glanced away. Her eyes met Veronica’s. The blonde woman’s mouth turned upward in just the hint of a smile.
‘Is that a blush I see?’ Eliza thought. She watched as the woman slowly cocked her head to one side, much like she had done earlier, and absently played with a stray strand of hair that was cascading down her neck. Eliza gulped. She REALLY wanted to talk to that woman again.
Just then, all hell broke loose. The sound of choppers filled the skies and fast moving sea vessels could be heard off in the distance.
“Shit!” Eliza screamed. “Get those boats moving!” The hydrofoils with the boxes on them started churning up surf and then accelerated across the open water. Eliza’s superior night vision showed her that the Purity had brought hydrofoils of their own, and they diverted from their course to try and intercept the fleeing boats of the Coastguard.