Briefly Alive

Decided to continue what is now probably a series. Anyways, this part turned out slightly more fucked up than I intended and I intend all my VtM:B fics to be at least somewhat fucked up.

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Heather Poe


The human body was a thing of beauty. Erin always thought it was a bit of a pity she'd only realised this obvious truth after she'd died, but she consoled herself with the knowledge that now she had a long time to appreciate that beauty. Especially since she had found a willing exhibit.

Erin slowly walked around the tasteful glass table whereupon she'd placed Heather on display for her own private enjoyment. Her red-haired ghoul was gloriously naked and her body had been secured in place by tying her wrists and ankles to the table legs. Not that she needed securing, of course. Her little pet was more than willing to display her beauty in whatever way Erin saw fit. It was simply that she wanted to make sure her precious Heather didn't accidentally damage the table or fall onto the ground. Seeing her bound and helpless and yet still so trusting and loving was merely a minor bonus. A very exhilirating bonus.

Erin calmly reached out and let her fingertips trail across her pet's bare skin. She was so warm, so alive. And trembling ever so slightly with barely concealed arousal. Erin could see it in her ghoul's blue eyes. Heather wanted so much for her to gratify her, to show her that her undead touch could be as sweet to her as the blood she fed her. But above all she wanted to show her that she loved her, body and soul.

And it was a genuine love, Erin was sure. True, the vitae she'd fed Heather to save her life so many nights ago might have planted the seed, but she was certain that her tender treatment and appreciation of her unwavering devotion had allowed that seed to flower into the unquestioning love that shone from her eyes. It had to be. The absurd notion that perhaps her pet loved her solely because of the blood she fed her was too terrible to contemplate, let alone accept.

Erin's wandering fingers reached Heather's breasts and she couldn't quite suppress a smile when she heard her pet gasp at that light touch. She let her hand roam across them, delighting in their feel almost as much as she delighted in the sounds and restrained movement that betrayed her pet's ever-growing arousal. Heather really did have a pair of perfect breasts. True, those who appreciated quantity might not feel her pet worth a second glance, but they were obvious fools. Size wasn't everything, after all. The only flaw they had was that time would not be kind to them. But then again, her blood suspended the flow of time, didn't it? Still... perhaps it would be worth consulting a painter or sculptor to make sure her pet's beauty would be immortalised for all the world to see.

As Erin's fingers reached one of Heather's perfect nipples and her touch made the bound girl squirm in a most exquisite way, another thought struck her mind. Perhaps some jewelry could enhance even her flawless beauty. Perhaps she should have her pet's nipples pierced and adorned with diamonds. But then again, there was something to be said for the elegant purity of an unembellished body. Especially since she didn't want to risk the possibility of her pet's breasts to taste even faintly of metal. The only part of her body that was allowed to taste like that was her blood.

A brief, sharp cry of sudden lust issued from Heather's lips when Erin reached down and kissed one of those perfect breasts, taking great care not to pierce the skin. Early on in their... relationship... she'd accidentally bit her pet and while Heather hadn't minded, she had. She didn't want that gorgeous body to be harmed even by the smallest of puncture wounds. Well... except for her neck, obviously, where the marks made a beautiful testament to her pet's devotion to her.

The taste of Heather's skin wasn't nearly as intoxicating as that of her blood, but Erin lapped eagerly anyway. The sound of her breathing deteriorating with pleasure as well as the futile writhing of her bound form made for a beautiful orchestra celebrating the passion only a breathing body could truly experience. That simple truth alone made every little kiss she planted on her pet's breasts more exquisite than all the blood she could give her.

Erin continued licking and lapping at Heather's breasts, ignoring the unspoken plea in her panting breath. She was so sensitive, the poor thing. Or lucky thing. But she wasn't about to indulge or even acknowledge her pet's passion just yet. For one thing, the soft skin of her breasts felt too good against her lips to abandon just yet for... different pastures. For another, no matter how much she cared for the girl, Heather was still her ghoul and Erin refused to be ruled by her whims and desires. Sure, Heather would have what she wanted, but only when she felt like giving it. For now, Erin let her mouth wander back to one of Heather's nipples and sucked on her breast, just to hear the girl's scream of frustrated lust.

Momentarily satisfied, Erin moved away from her pet's perfect breasts with only a small pang of regret, then faced her. Heather's mouth hung open as her aroused body struggled to get enough air into her heaving chest and her eyes looked addled with lust and love behind the blue rims of her glasses. All that just from a little toying with her breasts. Well, that and being the glorious centerpiece of her mistress's living room.

"How do you feel?" Erin asked, softly stroking her pet's hair.

"Please..." Heather managed.

"Please what, my dear?"

Heather struggled to draw as deep a breath as she could. "Please play with me."

Erin smiled. Dear, precious Heather. So concerned with her mistress's enjoyment, so content to merely have her body toyed with if that's what pleased her. And it did, of course, but her pet had still failed to learn one tiny little thing.

"I will," Erin replied, and walked away.

There were no screams of protest as she headed for the stairs, no desperate begging, not even the merest whimper of disappointment. After all, any of those implied that Heather thought her mistress ought to behave in a way other than she did, but of course a thought like that would be blasphemous to her pet. So Erin felt no remorse at all at leaving her aroused and naked body tied to the living room table. After all, she'd be back.

Entering her bedroom, Erin wasted little time in opening the closet and pulling out the black trunk she had for just these occasions. She opened it, letting her eyes take in its contents. The trunk was filled with all kinds of toys of every colour and every level of depravity, from plain dildos to nipple clamps and pony tails. Her Heather had worn or used each and every one of them at least once and always eagerly.

But today Erin was in the mood for something relatively simple and elegant. Too many toys would just obscure too much of Heather's body and that just wouldn't do right now.

When Erin returned to the living room, Heather was still waiting patiently for her. Not that she had any choice in the matter, of course. She walked up to her bound form and showed her the sleek, silver vibrator she'd selected. Her pet's eyes grew in anticipation.

"You'd like this, wouldn't you?" Erin asked.

"Y-yes, Mistress," Heather replied.

"Good."

Erin lowered the toy to her pet's lips and in response Heather tried to lift herself as much as possible to lick and kiss the silver shaft. It was endearing to see how much effort and enthusiasm she put into it. Even with her eyes closed, the look on her pet's face made it perfectly clear that she wasn't trying to lubricate the thing for her already wet pussy, but that she was imagining the thing to be her mistress's cock and her licking and sucking was just another way of pleasing her. Which it was, though of course not in the way of getting an actual blowjob since such a thing was obviously impossible.

Erin pulled the vibrator away from Heather's hungry lips and let it move slowly down her naked body, leaving a shining trail of her saliva across her bare skin. As the silver toy inched ever closer to its destination, Erin could hear her pet's composure falling apart all over again as her lustful body prepared itself for her blessing. Heather mewed like a kitten when the silver tip brushed against her clit, then down towards her wet slit. Erin let the toy move up and down her ghoul's folds for a while, partly to enjoy her pet's delightful mewing, partly because she was stalling. Soon her desire to see her pet writhe in aroused agony overcame her aversion and Erin switched the vibrator on and pushed it all the way into Heather. She didn't want to be so crude, but the plain fact was that the vibrator's mechanical humming was an obnoxious detriment to her enjoyment of Heather's natural purity.

Not that her pet minded the sudden insertion. Far from it. The moment the silver shaft glided into her wetness, she moaned with unadulterated pleasure. It was a sound of such heartbreaking beauty, Erin thought she might weep. She stepped away from the table and sat down on the sofa, content to watch Heather's pleasure in comfort and without interfering. Her pet turned her head to look at her, but Erin could see it was a struggle her ghoul was going to lose. Her eyes were foggy, her mouth moaning when it wasn't panting and even as restrained as it was, her body shook. Still she obviously tried to remain somewhat aware of her surrounding, to not sink entirely into lust, to be conscious of the fact that it was her mistress granting her this pleasure.

As Erin expected, it wasn't long before Heather lost the struggle against her own pleasured body and she did sink entirely into lust. Her eyes closed and she screamed and shuddered. It was all so very beautiful. She was so intense, so passionate, so... alive. To see her so filled with raw, animal pleasure reminded her of what her own dead heart had once been able to feel and gave her hope to one day she might lose herself in emotion as much as Heather so easily did.

But Heather was not entirely lost in emotion. No matter how much pleasure burned through her perfect body, there was one thing that would always be stronger.

Heather opened her eyes and looked at her. "P-please... m-m-may I...?"

And this was what her devoted little pet had always failed to understand. She didn't need permission. Indeed, there was no sane reason Erin could think of to ever deny the red-haired girl her orgasm. Yet Heather always asked. Or tried to.

"Of course you may," she replied.

Heather came.

No words could possibly describe the beauty of that moment. Even though her bonds didn't allow her body to fully express the sheer power of her pleasure, it was as beautiful as catching a glimpse of Heaven. No, more than that. It was like seeing God Himself and realising He just couldn't measure up to the joyful poetry of Heather's climaxing body. It was like seeing the sun again.

The only thing, the only thing that was disappointing about her pet's orgasm was that it would end. But perhaps that was a blessing in disguise. Mere mortals... mere immortals were not meant to witness such perfection for too long. The heart just wouldn't be able to bear it.

When it was finally, regretfully, over, Erin rose from the couch and carefully pulled the sleek vibrator from Heather's body. She quickly untied the girl after that and pulled her up. Her pet gave her a tired smile that was no less beautiful for that.

"Did I do good?"

"Of course you did," Erin replied.

She looked at the stain Heather's juices had made on the table.

"But you really ought to clean that up," she added.

"Of course, mistress," Heather eagerly replied.

Erin watched her pet lean over the table and begin lapping up her own juices like a kitten happily drinking milk. She tore her eyes away from the scene with some difficulty and went to clean up and clear away the ropes and the vibrator. After that, she decided, it would be time to feed her pet again. It would be sooner than scheduled, but Erin felt her precious Heather had truly earned it this time.