Louder Than Words (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 70

Evania practically melted into her bed as Sylvia's mouth trailed kisses across her stomach and naval.

As Sylvia descended lower, Evania could hear her humming something that sounded suspiciously like "Happy birthday to me!" the entire time. That faint vibration creating even more friction in just the right way. A barely there sensation that Evania was paying very close attention to.

"Tell me Treasure, why don't you have horns?" Sylvia questioned, her fingertips slowly ghosting over Evania's thighs as she continued to move lower.

"I-I'm young, for a p-pureblood. Our horns and tails grow in as we get o-older." Evania confessed.

"You're a few hundred years old you said. Is that not a long enough time to grow some horns and a tail?" Sylvia purred.

"I wouldn't know. I don't h-have- Syl stop teasing me!"

Sylvia hummed in agreement before sinking her teeth into Evania's inner leg. So very close to where she would rather have her mouth, but the aphrodisiac that flooded her blood was a close second. Evania let out a pleasure filled moan as Sylvia began sucking the skin there, leaving a hickey where no one would ever find it.

"I heard it takes effort to show off a vampire's true form. If you're tired we can put this on hold." Sylvia purred, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to the bite mark on Evania's thigh. Both of their clothing had been completely removed, and Sylvia's tail was slithering up Evania's leg so slowly it almost hurt. Trying to gain as much friction as possible.

"Don't you dare!" Evania snapped.

"So you're not tired then?" Sylvia grinned, raising her head just enough to meet Evania's eyes over the vampire's stomach. The vampire was baring her teeth, though the succubus knew it wasn't in anger, but it could certainly have been frustration with Sylvia's teasing.

Evania's claws easily shredded the bedsheets as she gripped them tightly, her head falling back against the pillows as Sylvia's tail continued slithering upwards. Sylvia lowered her own head back down, the smile still ever present on her lips before she dragged her tongue painfully slowly across Evania's lower folds.

Sylvia watched as Evania's skin changed color a few times, like she was having difficulty maintaining her true form. Her keen eyes noticed this and she raised her head. "I'm not stopping love, but are you having difficulty controlling your form? Which is easier for you?"

Evania had given up completely on breathing, and just let out a short exhale as she prepared for what was to come. "Holding it when I'm not stressed or angry takes concentration... which for obvious reasons is elsewhere."

"If it's hard then don't worry about it. I thought it was like my form, and was your natural appearance. If it isn't then don't push yourself." Sylvia explained, gently moving her fingers over Evania's thighs lovingly.

"This is me at my worst." Evania confessed, raising her head to look up at Sylvia again who was sitting up a bit higher to look at her lover. "I can do this."

Sylvia pouted, registering the meaning in Evania's words before moving forward, laying all her curves on top of Evania's body as she reached up, cupping Evania's cheeks in her hands and brushing her thumbs across the short muzzle of the woman below her.

"Stop saying that about yourself." Sylvia told her. "Everyone has something about themselves that they don't like, and I'm sorry I thought it was just your scars."

Evania's hand subconsciously moved to her own stomach, but found her fingertips couldn't reach the scar because Sylvia's stomach was pressed over it.

"So what if you look a little more animal than usual. I look like I'm part goat." Sylvia chuckled. "I even have the curved horns to prove it."