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There was eagerness and anticipation, but also sorrow and a cavernous well of longing. I was about to
raise my hand to touch the Dracule s cheek when I felt Renata s fingers at my neck. She guided my hair to
spill down my back.
 The Dracule must wait her turn, she whispered, her breath warm at my ear. Her tongue traced the
curve of my earlobe, making my skin prickle.
 Disrobe, Epiphany.
I did, taking the hand she offered and allowing her to guide me to the bed. She used her body to
encourage me to crawl toward the head of it, raising the black velvet of her skirts and straddling me.
She kissed me and I swayed back against the pillows, offering my mouth and forgetting all about the
presence of the Dracule. Renata s lips burned against mine, her tongue filled me. Her hands swept across
my waist and spilled over my breasts.
She drove her fangs into the sensitive skin of my breast until I made a sound for her.
Renata used her hands and mouth to tease me. The tresses of her waist-length hair slid across my
body and I writhed at the sensation of it. She kissed my hips, licked my navel, nipped at the skin in the
bend of my elbow. Her fingers stroked the dampened lips between my legs enticingly.
She rose, moving to lay beside me, touching a lock of my hair with a libidinous smile.
The Dracule came to us then, crawling across the bed. She crouched above me and I saw myself
reflected in the strange pools of her eyes.
Her wings unfolded and she lowered, pressing her sleek furred body against mine.
 Silk, I breathed the word, rubbing the side of my face against her chest.  You are like drowning in
silk.
The Dracule said nothing while she used her knee to part my legs. I yielded, opening to her. Her
satiny hands moved at my waist. She looked at me with an expression of tender surprise and yearning. She
raised that inhuman face, revealing the rawness of her want.
She put her hand between my legs and it was like being caressed by a woman wearing silk gloves.
The creature that had been so frightening was amazingly gentle as she moved her hips and angled the flesh
of her groin against mine.
That mound of silken flesh brushed my clit and I gasped, raising my hands unthinkingly. I touched the
furred softness of her shoulders, the only thing I could reach, and buried my fingers in her fur. That mound
of flesh moved again, summoning a wave of pleasure from within me. I lowered my gaze to find that her
hips moved ever so slightly, but not enough to cause such a sensation.
 How?
 I told you, it isss like yoursss, only more.
She pressed her lower body against mine, raising enough that with her height, I could no longer hold
her shoulders. Her genitalia pressed more solidly against me and I wrapped my legs around her hips. A
moment later, she drew back, and as she drew away, that soft flesh clung to me, clung like it had suctioned
to my skin. Her hips moved again, enough to tug lightly, but that light tug was an immensely pleasurable
gesture that bowed my spine.
I cried out as her body clung to mine like a mouth, the pleasure almost unbearable. Almost.
She bent, her red tongue flicking out against my breast in a way that caused my hips to buck
unwittingly. I turned my head and met Renata s amused expression.
 Mmm, she said silkily,  who d have thought you d have a penchant for the Dracule s particular
brand of pleasure. She reached out, idly touching my brow.
The Dracule chose that moment to nip my breast, hard enough to bring my attention back to her.
I stroked the tip of her elongated ear. Her pace quickened and the pressure between my legs ignited,
sending my head back against the pillows. The heat built, making my thighs clench tight.
The Dracule spoke with an effort.  Sssoon.
The muscles in my stomach went rigid.  Very soon.
Before the orgasm took me body and mind, the Dracule s body arched like a bow. She threw her
head back, exposing the line of her silky throat. Her wings stretched out behind her, casting a terribly
beautiful shadow in the dancing candlelight. A cry like nothing I had ever heard before spilled from her
mouth, a woman s cry of ecstasy mingled with a screech that was too low and raspy to be that of a bird. I
saw as much, before I too became the victim of pleasure and echoed her.
The Dracule collapsed on top of me, wings spread out across the bed. Her spaded tail rose, swaying
from side to side. The movement shifted her hips, making me very aware that her groin was still
connected to mine. I rubbed against her and she groaned, grabbing a handful of my hair. Her sharp claws
threatened to pierce my scalp. For fear of injuring myself, I stilled.
 Ssstop. The Dracule used her grip to raise me up on my knees. She moved to lay on a bed of those
leathery wings.  Ssstraddle me.
I climbed her legs and reached down. I couldn t help it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to feel her sex
in my hands. I wanted to investigate it, to know what it was, what it felt like& to see how it reacted to my
touch.
I cupped her in my hand, feeling her slick skin stiffening against my palm.
 This, I asked, massaging her,  what do you call it?
I squeezed, watching her eyes shudder closed.
 Nod Dragoste.
I let her roll out of my hand, dipping my fingers lower in exploration.
I found her opening, easing my fingers inside.
There we were very much alike.
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