It was beautiful to behold. Veronica could barely move, but she was straining every muscle she could. Her body was trying to capture Eliza’s fingers. Her body shook as her nectar flowed from between her thighs and her breath flowed from between her lips. Eliza leaned in, captured Veronica’s breath in her own mouth and returned it with a kiss. Then she brought her moistening fingers up from her lover’s crotch and placed them in Veronica’s mouth and let the human woman suck them clean. Then the human woman’s lips seemed to be seeking something else, and Eliza kissed her again. That was what Veronica had wanted.
Eliza slowly undid her captive’s blindfold and slid it off her face. Those blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, and they shone even brighter when Veronica smiled. Eliza placed the tip of her tongue at the bottom of Veronica’s chin and traced her way up the woman’s face. The blonde woman tried to capture that tongue as it passed over her lips, but to no avail. Eliza kept going until she had licked her lover from chin to forehead. Then she stood up and placed on foot on either side of Veronica’s head, taking care to push those soft blonde locks aside. Then she ever-so-slowly squatted down, presenting her own personal paradise to her lover’s anxious lips. Veronica began to lick . . . and lick . . . and lick. Eliza wondered if it was her imagination, but her friend’s tongue seemed longer in her dream. It was all the way up inside her, gently touching her hidden places. She grabbed the sides of her captive’s head and held it tight against her body, encouraging that tongue to go deeper . . . and deeper. She rubbed her crotch against Veronica’s face, smearing her juice over that perfect face, then let the blonde woman get back to licking. She felt her inner labia sucked into a warm mouth where they were teased outrageously. When Eliza finally climaxed, it was as if all the liquid in her body had begun to boil and pour onto Veronica’s face. But she kept her footing as Veronica continued to eat. And even after her first orgasm subsided, she didn’t let go. She held the human’s head in place until she had satisfied Eliza a second time. And the second time took a while, as Veronica was taking her time. But her tongue was just as long and her lips just as sweet as they had been for the first round.
She was sweating by the time Veronica had done her job the second time. She had never ‘sweated’ in a dream before she started dreaming of Veronica. The human was almost glowing with contentment. She had satisfied Eliza, and that pleased her. But Eliza wasn’t done.
Eliza crawled backwards down the altar until her shoulders were directly over Veronica’s thighs. Eliza had something she wanted to do to this woman, and what better place to try than in a dream. She started by giving her lover’s wet opening a few quick kisses and a few long licks. Then she inserted one finger into that tight box and began to wiggle it. After pumping it a few times, she inserted a second finger. She started stretching those puffy inner lips, pushing them against the swollen outer labia. Then she pushed a third finger in, followed by a fourth. She cupped her hand slightly, plunging all four digits into her lover’s canal in quick, scooping motions. Her thumb rubbed lightly against Veronica’s clitoral hood. She wanted to make this woman cum. Eliza thought of her history lessons . . . of the cultures that would tie someone to an altar just like this and spill their blood. It wasn’t Veronica’s blood that Eliza was interested in spilling. Veronica, Eliza’s ‘sacrifice,’ would be spilling her honey-like cum as an offering to her vampire goddess. Then Veronica’s body seized up again, and Eliza began to get her wish. Her fingers and hand were coated in sticky girl-stuff and a small pool was forming on the slab below. It wasn’t enough for Eliza.
The vampire smiled as Veronica’s pussy had its final spasm of the moment. She was looser now . . . more . . . accessible. Eliza tucked her thumb into her cupped fingers and pushed her hand in again. But this time, she didn’t pull it back. Instead, she kept pressing inward . . . slowly. Veronica’s eyes opened wide as she felt her inner walls being stretched. She was panting . . . desperately gasping for breath. She was being filled by the woman she adored . . . by her black-clad vampire mistress. Veronica’s eyes remaining locked on the small portion of Eliza’s hand that was still visible. Centimeter by centimeter, that portion shrank until finally, at long last, the entire hand was inside her. As her nether opening closed around Eliza’s wrist, Veronica almost passed out. It was too big. It was too much. It was . . . too perfect. She belonged to Eliza. Maybe it was just a moment and it was just a dream, but she had been claimed by her perfect lover.
Eliza slowly pressed her fingers outward, feeling every nuance of Veronica’s insides. Every touch caused the human woman to shiver. The vampire pushed her hand in a little further, then pulled back to the base of the thumb. Then she pushed forward one more time, extending her fingers again. She could almost see every muscle in Veronica’s body dancing just underneath her lightly tanned skin as she tried to capture the motion of Eliza’s hand. But it was no use . . . Eliza was too strong. And she started to pump her entire hand inside her lover’s body. Veronica was writhing on the stone slab, but was completely unable to escape the delicious pressure Eliza’s hand was causing in her moist femininity. And she couldn’t stop herself from cumming over and over again. Once the first orgasm hit her, Eliza kept Veronica at a sexual high, prodding her insides with every digit of her hand. Veronica found herself experiencing multiple orgasms for the first time in her life. She lost track of the number of times that she spilled her female essence onto the altar. The pool under her thighs was growing to the point that some of her juices were actually dripping off the side of the slab. Veronica seemed to feel it was a more suitable offering to her mistress. And Eliza was showing no signs of stopping.
Then Veronica’s body began to glow . . . literally. The human woman’s body was radiating a rich, yellow light. She arched her back and strained against her chains. With a crack like thunder, the chains snapped. And suddenly, Veronica was gone. Eliza looked around, but her lover was nowhere to bee seen. She lay down in the pool of Veronica’s nectar and wished with all her might that the dream could continue.
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Somewhere at Fort Crass . . .
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Veronica Adams awoke with a start. As it had been for the last several nights, her body was covered in sweat and her sheets were stained with cum.
“Fuck!” she uttered. She had been having another fantastic dream. She rolled over and felt a soreness in the area of her crotch. Her eyes opened wide. She slid a hand down under her wet panties and instantly noticed how sensitive and stretched the opening to her pussy felt. Then she realized how exhausted she was. “It’s not possible!” she thought. But her own body told her a different story.
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Across town at the compound . . .
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Eliza slowly opened her eyes. “Damn,” she muttered. “That was a good one.” She glanced down. “Looks like I soiled my sheets again.” She dipped a finger into her cunt. She had definitely had at least one orgasm. She lifted her hand to her lips. But when she sniffed her hand, it smelled like more than her own juice. There was another scent there. It was . . . like an organic-based body-wash. It was familiar to her. It smelled like . . . like the one Veronica used. But Veronica had never even been IN the buildings of the compound, much less showered there. How could . . .? “It’s not possible!” Eliza thought.
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About six hours later . . .
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Eliza was sitting at the conference team with Kelik and the rest of her team. They had been going over everything that the team had learned working for the government, trying to pick up on some hidden clue that they or the government or even the Purity had missed. But Eliza’s head wasn’t in it. She could barely stay awake. For the third day in a row, she had slept but not rested. And her few coherent thoughts were miles away.
Her friends were worried about their leader. Her mental distance from activities was apparent, and she seemed paler than usual. The rings under her eyes showed that she hadn’t been sleeping, but none of them knew why. Only Kelik knew what was going on, but he was helpless to do anything about it.
They were reviewing the data in the Arcanum, and Kelik had found references to an additional two accounts of sorcerers who had gone insane near the dimensional gate AFTER it had opened that mentioned large stones of some variety. That brought the total up to eight magical gems. Wyrm was updating their personal, closed-circuit database when the gate buzzer went off.
“Who is it?” Dennis asked.
“Dunno,” Wyrm replied as he accessed the video feed. “Hovercycle rider. Wearing all black, including a tinted helmet. Sweet ride.”
“Patch it through to the projector,” Eliza said tiredly. The image of the rider appeared as a three-dimensional projection in the center of the room. The individual lifted their faceplate and looked into the camera. Eliza saw a pair of blue eyes that seemed to be staring straight at her.
Eliza was out of her chair like a flash, bounding towards the door with amazing speed. Wyrm opened the door by remote to prevent her from breaking it down as she bolted down the driveway. Even as the gates began slowly opening, the driver started to remove her helmet and let her blonde hair tumble down around her shoulders.
“Veronica!” Eliza shouted.
“Eliza! Oh sweetie,” she said as she dismounted her bike and let herself be swept up in Eliza’s arms. “I’m sorry I . . .”
“Don’t apologize. You had a job to do. I’m just glad I . . . I . . .” Eliza was babbling like a little girl.
Veronica helped calm the woman’s nerves by planting a warm, lingering kiss on those wonderful lips. Suddenly, both women felt a surge of relief. It was like they had both been underwater for a long time, emerging finally to take that first precious breath of air. Neither of them had noticed the emotional and psychological weight they had been carrying until it was lifted. They remained in one another’s embrace for several minutes and remaining attached at the lips the entire time. Then a familiar voice came over the intercom.