Hemoglobin

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Brianna watched her lover sleep, so soundly and at peace – just the way it should be.
She slowly stripped herself of her clothes, smiling wickedly as each item dropped to the floor. Climbing slowly up onto the bed she pulled the sheet that covered Raivyn's body down, it reveiled a lightly tanned, slightly muscular body.

Another of Bran Stroker's myths is that, all vampires are pale, like china statues, because we do not go into the sun. That we are afraid of the sun and that it will fry us and then disperse our fiber into the air that you mortals breath.
Well the truth is, the sun does not fry us or kill us. We do like it's warmth but prefer not to stay out in it for long periods. We do wear sun-glasses, just like you do to protect our eyes, from it's harsh glow.

Brianna studied Raivyn's body and starting at her feet kissed each ankle and then her calves, she extended her long tongue and licked the back of Raivyn's knees.
She heard a soft moan and smiled wickedly “Sleep my love” She whispered.
Climbing up the slender body further, she kissed her hips and then the flat stomach, she again extended her tongue and lapped at Raivyn's navel.

A moan and then another escaped from Raivyn's lips, Brianna looked up “Shhhhh”
Her kisses travelled higher and higher, she fairy kissed her lovers nipples and flicked her tongue over them softly.
Raivyn moaned and moved her body ever so slightly, wanting more of Brianna's touches. Brianna kissed the nap of her neck and then her lips, just slightly, just softly.
Her kisses travelled down this time and rested just above Raivyn's purple g-string, Brianna could smell her lovers juices flow, but it was not her sex she wanted, it was something else.

Brainna lay gently between her lovers open legs and kissed the opening of Raivyn's slit. Another moan escaped those lovely lips. Brianna soft kissed her way to the spot that she was looking for, then possioning Raivyn's leg just right, she let the fingers of her left hand tickle and play with the fabric of Raivyn's g-string.

Raivyn's moans increased in volume and speed, she raised her arms and gripped the heaverly carved wooden bed arching her back as she did so. “Please” she begged

Brianna smiled, licking her lips she kissed the spot that she wanted, pulled her ruby red lips back and bite into the soft flesh. While several of her fingers went in and out of Raivyn's moist opening, bringing her to the climax that she wanted, she drank and savoured the sweet, warm blood of her lover.

Perhaps the one and only thing that Bram Stroker did get right was that, we love sex almost as much as we love to feed, and if we can combine the two then we are in 'seventh heaven' so to speak.
Now I should point out that your blood can taste differently, depending on what you have eaten or what you are feeling at the time.
If you are frightened or terrified out of your skin, then it will have a sour, bitter taste to it. This I have been told can be very intense and pleasurable, but for me I prefer the sweet, erotic and exotic taste of sex driven hormones that surge through your body as you climax.
So this is why, when you read a novel or see a movie, the vamp will make mad, pasionate love first and then, go for your jugular.
Which I must admit is a nice way to die... don't you think?

“You know I do like to be awake when you do that” Raivyn teased.
“I know, but I love to doing you when you are sleeping like a baby” Brianna replied as she pulled her lover into an embrace.

[tbc]