Purity had made her way out of the bedroom, and left four women alone in a room made up for five.
Free of the twitch and tremble of lust and obedience, the ivory shock had been allowed to dry of its own sweat - chestnut flesh once dappled with the damp of love had been given ample time in the humid air to become as dry as it truly could. She had put herself together, a clockwork doll re-assembling its own entrails, as best as she could manage. It was good enough.
After the pinkette slipped out, mumbling some excuse about going to see Khetnep, Esthrielle Raffaela Luna Esippardi - known to her friends, of course, as Est - had continued to snuggle with Esper James. Bare flesh dead squished bare flesh synthetic, and together the two made a humorous sandwich of a particularly mortal dichotomy. There was no reason to say much, if anything; in fact, the entire bedroom drew to a gentle hum from the combination of the ventilation and the television.
Est drew back her lips, fangs presented to an audience inattentive. A simple moment of indiscretion was all it took for their tips to land, with momentary sting but lacking force, upon ghoulish throatskin.
EJ yelped, causing Lucretia and Zofia to look over from their own little huddle atop the bed. Esper James and her Italian stallion had remained in that leather easy chair, tucked into the corner of the room with a view of its entirety - and now, it seemed, vice versa. Est had taken her seat atop EJ's lap, their chests touching from inverse facings, and making the blonde's neck just that much more biteable.
"E-Esthrielle...!"
Esper James had little else to say, even as the steely tips pressed with further force upon her tender flesh. They had already made love tonight, and quite emphatically at that - it was a bit too soon for more, wasn't it? And yet, Est was far from keen on letting go.
In her heart, there was no true intention to the actions; no further inclination for sin, nor for supplement to her previously-received reaming. Rather, there was a simple, base, and primal desire: the desire to bite. Esper James was hers to share with Purity - and Purity was no longer present, so sharing was out of the question. She had no intent to draw up lust from Esper James, even nestled into the ghoul's lap as the Wayward was. She simply yearned to bite.
"Est, ah...! Ah, n-not so har- Ah!" EJ was cut off mid-sentence by the recession of the fangs only for them to be reapplied with a singular force, the addition of which came so very near to piercing her meat. A gentle growl emanated from Esthrielle's chest, reverberating through her body in a way that would bring applause from a feline judge.
As Esthrielle tasted the bitter flavor of oily black blood, she drew back her daggers and replaced them with a kiss; her lover's pinprick wound was suckled gently, gingerly, though its sanguine excretion was neither swallowed nor spit. Esper James, meanwhile, had no clue what the hell was happening, and quite honestly it was wracking her with the very same sort of deferential reaction that Est had been inflicted with not long ago. Flicking her crimson ocular inputs up to Esper James's face, Est knew that she had succeeded in turning the tables. It had not been her initial intent, nor was it to her detriment; rather, it was a bonus of sorts.
At least, that's what she told herself. It felt good to contemplate - felt correct. She had been such a trembling little kitten in Esper James and Purity's attentions for so long that there was... genuine delight in seeing the blonde on the back foot.
As the wounds quickly clotted and sealed, Esthrielle drew in all the black blood she could manage. Then, she pulled away with a silent kiss, mouth now full of EJ's essence. Their faces met as the Italian withdrew; on the bed, the Pole and her playful companion sat in silence, watching with wide eyes, their movie now ignored. Whatever was happening here, in the flesh, was far superior to some fiction crafted on a distant film set.
"Est, what... Did I do something, ah... Did you just wanna bite me, or...-" There may have been more to that statement, had things continued undisturbed. Instead, however, Esthrielle had some plans entirely of her own. Thin lips split to present an open mouth, the lower row of polished fangs and the tongue behind them all mired in that thick, twinkling blood of the second-living. EJ's words died before they could be birthed, and her wide eyes would have drawn wider had they not been at full measure.
Ohhh, yes. Yes. A new sort of flame came alight within the Wayward's chest, and she could only suppress the excitement in her heart as she proceeded with her machinations. Her tongue, still made of the warmth and meat of base humanity, began to stir; she lapped the blood in her mouth, swirling it about and folding it over upon itself, muted elation threatening to make her motions too quick or too insistent.
Esper James, already a fairly pale girl, nearly resembled virgin snow. Her pupils were locked upon the fluid, black on black, as Esthrielle took a moment to try and gargle the stuff - an effort which found success, though far more minimal than she would have hoped. And then?
Esthrielle's lips returned to their resting state, one against the other. Her throat took momentary motion; a pronounced swallow was made, with accompanying gulp; a sigh of satisfaction was released, maw opening wide once more to reveal its newfound cleanliness. Not a single speck of ebon blood remained, simply fangs, and teeth, and the insides of her cheeks, and the abyss of her throat's entrance.
Est felt a stir beneath her seat, one that once again threatened to break her facade and set her to giggling, or squealing, or some sort of self-satisfied expression. Esper James was stunned into silence, eyes yet rivaling windows in their immensity, though their focus was layered with a sudden daze. Her lower jaw had dropped an inch, her own mouth hanging agape as words unsaid spilled free into the void of disregard.
Perfect.
Esthrielle leaned in, slowly but steadily, ensuring EJ had time to say something - or try to - if she saw fit. She did not. Their lips met at Est's behest, and another vocalized bit of satisfaction rolled out of the ex-nun: a moan of relish, the type a content lover might make, or a pleased diner.
Est could not see it, her own eyes now closed, but she could practically feel the blonde's lids flutter and shut with trembling euphoria. She shuddered beneath Esthrielle as their tongues met, and danced; Esthrielle, for her part, shifted positions so she was taller than her stunned lover. They let the moments while away as their hearts and bodies became one, Est more pleased with herself now than she had been in... How long had it been?
Years, most certainly. She was pleased now in a way to rival years of success in the name of others - forever a champion of someone else's needs, someone else's cause, someone else's greed and hatred and sadistic impulse. This victory, and the sweetness of its fruit, was hers and hers alone. And, well, she supposed Lulu and Zofi could bask in her glow, if nothing else.
Her eyes were shut, though within the sight-not-sight of her comms suite, she could see now a blossoming of dialogue.
[[ Jesus Christ, Mother Mary, God in Heaven, Esthrielle... The way you're sucking face is incredible, if you don't mind a friendly compliment. What have they been teaching you in this city, outside the convent? ]]
Est allowed a momentary puff of air from her nostrils, the closest thing to mirth she could permit, given the situation. She gave herself a moment to respond - practically an hour at the speed of mental input, but as her hands buried themselves in Esper James's hair and waistband, she felt it appropriate to fire back.
The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.
[[ Enjoying the show, Lulu? Come now; don't tell me you've never done this sort of thing. You always seemed to come home with your lipstick smudged, you know... ]]
Even at distance, and without sight, Est knew Lulu was smirking inside. The comms suite transmits emotion, of course - so that the doll's face might remain placid, even as its mind is abuzz with input and output. Lulu would have been laughing, if she told her body to laugh; instead, only her brain was allowed to snicker.
[[ Oi! I... Won't lie, you know, I've had my share of fun in some of Vitus's seedier establishments. Lonely sorts love to spill intel, on the rare chance that they find wherein a beautiful woman will sit and listen to their fun facts and corporate jabber. Once had a man tell me the password to his Tsang corporate account, so I could buy some lingerie for cheap. The idea was, of course, that I'd buy it and wear it for his benefit. ]]
Another snicker; this time, with considerable malice, malice that the comms suite simply would not allow Lucretia's heart to hide.
[[ I never saw that poor fuck again. But, I did see a comprehensive, top-down map of Tsang HQ. I did also, of course, get myself that lingerie: black main body, purple lace and trim and bows, and little white skull designs. I was wearing it underneath my habit when we left; still have it with me~ ]]
The flirtation here was not directed at Esthrielle, of course, even though they were the only ones who were actively in conversation. Rather, the third party to their digital discussion was the intended target - Est was merely collateral damage, a convenient excuse. She felt Zofi's emotions shift from reclusive and observant to flustered and bashful, and even the new messages that filtered in from the little lurker were tinged with shy intrigue.
[[ Ah! Lucretia, what gives?! You didn't, er, you weren't wearing them in the bathroom! Where'd you put them, then, if you really took them with you? ]]
Psh. Amateur. It was more and more clear, with every passing minute spent with these two women, why Lucretia had been a senior field team member, while Zofia had only seen one outing.
[[ Oh? So you were watching me as I undressed, Zofi? Naughty, naughty... We're a day out of the eyes of God, and already you're lusting for your fellow Sister? Maybe the Pope was right; maybe Vitus is a corrupting influence, heheheh... ]]
Zofia was silent, then; their conversation had only taken a minute or two at most, a minute or two that Esthrielle had happily given bodily to EJ, even if her mind was half-distracted with watching her comrades at play. EJ, for her credit, had been doing everything in her power to ride the wave of Esthrielle's affections; she'd barely shifted, and even what she had done was only to put her arms around her lover's hips to hold her close.
God, she was cute. For all the machismo she'd shown earlier, she was pretty easy to wrap around Est's finger, when it came down to it... Though, the augmented assassin supposed she knew why Esper James was so quick to show her belly to anyone with a bit of force behind their intentions.
It started with a J, ended with an S, and was the closest Esthrielle had ever seen to genuine, unadulterated, actual biblical evil in all her life - and even then, that was including her own pain at the hands of cruel sadists back before Luca found her. Luca... What was he up to, she wondered? Sailed home, presumably... And for what? The Wayward stance on the second-living was far from responded with in kind. The East sent its warriors over to the West to harry them, to kill them, to undo their very society... but the West was more concerned with its own territories.
Curious, she thought, even as she made a game of seeing how far down Esper James's throat she could taste. EJ was a surprisingly good sport about the impromptu engagement; she didn't even gag as Est started to crest the back of her lover's tongue, though that was as far as her own could go.
Her right hand, the one in EJ's hair, took a handful of it. Her left, the one with the first knuckle of each finger beneath the blonde's waistband, slipped down to immerse itself up to the wrist. She squeezed her playmate's ass, pressing her own lips that much more forcefully to Esper James's, as though trying to swallow her whole. For a few moments their engagement became more aggressive, flesh-on-flesh, swapping spit and swallowing what the other gave. And then, Esthrielle used her grip on EJ's hair to pull her head back just enough that they were mere centimeters from kissing.
"Good girl. Good girl, Esper James. You're so cute when you're desperate, you know that?" Esthrielle giggled audibly now, not with such delight as she wished she could display, but with a husky tone that spoke of dimly lit bedrooms and silken bed sheets. EJ swallowed hard, staring like a doe in headlights.
"But... eheheh, sorry for being so sudden with all this~ I had to get you back for all the times you've bitten me or Purity, you know? Show you what its like... Let you experience what we go through, when you drink our blood. Do you get it now?" A single pale brow was raised quizzically, expectantly, its owner awaiting an answer which was already implied.
EJ tried to nod at first, but the grip on her golden locks prevented her; after a split second of mental scrambling for an alternative option, she spoke with quivering lips and warbling words. "Y-Yeah... Yes. Yes, m-mistress, I... Yes, miss Esthrielle. Thank you. Thank you."
These were the words she was expected to say; it was the opinion she was told she should have, by mere virtue of the preceding events. It had always worked for her, of course... and Esthrielle wasn't planning on breaking her lover of such a habit, not yet. She'd merely train her into being accustomed to a new provider for these things... A pair of them, as it were. One of ivory, one of bubblegum, both of great wells of love within their hearts that didn't come at the price that EJ's old domina had imposed.
Est smiled with brows arched down, for a moment providing a sharkish countenance which only served to press upon the fear and lust and submission that had wound itself about Esper James's heart. One final time, for this evening at least, Esthrielle drove her verbal dagger deep into the sacrificial lamb's innocent body, drawing blood out and splashing it upon love's altar. "Good girl. That's what I like to fucking hear."
Silence reigned for a minute that drew into eternity, at least in EJ's heart; then, Esthrielle ended her theatrics with a genuine giggle, and her expression became joyful and delighted. She released her woman at both head and rear, those hands finding new homes on EJ's back and sides as Est wrapped her up in a nearly crushing embrace.
"Go-ho-hoddd, I love you, EJ~! I love you, I love you, I love you! You're so fucking cute when you're like that, you know? Like, wow... Phew, ahaha! That was really fun! Thank you for playing with me~!" Est wiggled in their embrace, shaking EJ back and forth as the tension in the room fell into an abyss.
She could feel Esper James's entire body uncoil, like a spring coming unwound before her eyes; in due time, the ghoulette had joined in on the giggling, her heart lightened so that it might rise like a balloon. Her own embrace on the combat doll was redoubled with effort to match Esthrielle's, the two women happy to sit and linger in their love for one another, and the joy of skinship and afterglow.
"Wow, f-fuck, ahaha! Est, I... Wow, sheesh, uh...! Fuck. Fuck, haha, I've... Wow. That was, uh, r-really fun... I..." What lay beyond that single 'I' was undone as EJ remembered that Lucretia and Zofia were still in the room; a quick glance of red-flecked emeralds confirmed that both women were still watching, though Zofia had been grabbed and drawn into Lucretia's lap. The latter woman winked at Esper James in a way that, retrospectively, was almost certainly supposed to be a gesture of support - however, in the moment, it only served to cause the blood-drinker to blush.
Zofia gave a timid thumbs-up to the pair of them, her eyes averting and her face shying away when Est turned to follow EJ's gaze. Lucretia's face remained towards them, and she gave Esthrielle the thumbs-up that Zofia could not, in tandem with a smile so wide it threatened to rupture her synthetic skin.
"Good show, you two! Way better than whatever the fuck was on TV - oh, fuck, what's even on? Sword Sprinter 2050? Fuck, I love Bryant Etlein, it feels like he's literally me..." Snickering, chuckling, giggling, laughing - mirth in whatever form one might choose to label it as poured now from Lucretia, who pulled Zofi closer in their back-to-chest embrace. The former art student grumbled audibly as she was made a hug pillow of, but also, she didn't try to escape it.
Esthrielle rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh, uh-huh. The abbess makes you a fucking field op with privileges and you use them to rot your brain on UNAC internet; I see I was lucky to be in the kill squads, haha. Anyways... Here, EJ."
Est released her lover and slipped free of the blonde's arms, hopping to her feet. Once she was on her feet she put her hands together over her head, arms fully extended, back now arching in a well-deserved stretch. Esper James could heard the audible cracking and popping of her semi-synthetic girlfriend's organic spinal column.
"Get up. Just for a sec. Let's swap places; I wanna let you sit on my lap after that, cuddle into you and smell your hair and all that gay shit that girlfriends do."