Luckily they pulled up to the townhouse with both Emily and Serena waiting outside and phalanx of guards standing along the front. Nigel loudly cleared his throat, “Ladies, we’ve ar—,”

“Everyone step out of the car. I believe I’ve given all of you instructions that need to be followed sooner rather than later. That’s all.” Icy-blue eyes stared down the two Sidhe men, everyone else knew better than to ignore Miranda’s “request.” She could feel Andréa nibbling her ear, ratcheting her arousal and hunger.

Rhys stared at her before a tiny smirk appeared, “I guess we’ll see you two in a jiffy. Don’t take too long.” With that he nodded in slight approval – Andy’s Mate was strong indeed. She’d need to be if those Fey bottom-feeders they fought today are any indication of what’s coming. He stepped out of the car, followed by Barinthius and Nigel.

While Nigel dealt with a frantic Emily and Serena, he turned to Barinthius, “We must contact Doyle and Merry immediately. Doyle can get here quicker – which he’ll appreciate because he hates being trapped in a plane.”

***

Meanwhile, inside the car discussions around future plans were stalled. Miranda began unbuttoning the slightly torn shirt, raking her nails against Andréa’s firm stomach, leaving slightly pink furrows behind. However, Andy shifted until she was straddling Miranda’s lap. She then swept her tousled hair to the opposite side of her Miranda’s Mark.

“Are you sure?” Miranda was busy nibbling down Andréa’s slender neck, tasting sweat and blood.

Andrea licked a trail around Miranda’s ear and hotly whispered, “Yes, I’ve never been surer in my life.”

She dipped her tongue into Miranda’s ear, eliciting a moan from her. Her lightly scratching Miranda’s scalp, she brought her mouth around to Miranda’s lips again, swirling her tongue inside her mouth. Both of their aching, turgid, nipples scraped against the other’s chest, and at times rubbed against each other, driving their desire for each other higher. Miranda pushed Andréa’s shirt off and then reached up to push her bra-straps down her arms. She licked a path back up to her Mark. She could hear the blood rushing to through Andréa’s veins tantalizing her. Andrea began grinding her hips into Miranda’s, whimpering, moaning, through her lust.

Miranda could feel her own eyes begin to tingle, her mouth start to water, and her fangs ache with the need to bite. One hand crawled up Andréa’s thighs, a thumb making maddening circles near her inner-thigh, driving Andréa a lil’ insane. That bit of skin felt increasingly sensitive and so close to her pussy made her that much wetter. She could feel her panties become wetter as she leaked more juice.

The smell wafting up into both of their noses, filling the air in the limo. The “Old Andy” might have felt some embarrassment over how turned-on she was, but this “New Andy” wanted to… purr. She felt wanton especially as she felt Miranda’s fangs scrape against her very sensitive Mark. Andy gave a little cry.  It felt like the Mark was pulsating, becoming swollen with blood, as if preparing for Miranda’s bite. It felt similar to another pulsating, swollen part of Andy.

“Mmmm, you’re ready aren’t you?” another scrape of her fangs against Andréa’s neck followed by a similar reaction illustrated this point. Miranda moved the hand on Andréa’s thigh to the button on her slacks. She brought her other hand to help lower the zipper and Andréa lifted her hips to help shove the slacks down her thighs.

“I had every plan to taste you much more intimately but time constraints have led me to improvise. I hope you find my… ability to adapt adequate.” She was now sucking on her Mark, preparing it/Andréa even more for her Bite.

“Oh god, yes! Whatever Miranda… please just do something!” as Miranda’s fingers plucked at Andy’s now soaked panties, the need for relief was becoming imperative. Those wicked fingers slid past Andy’s panty-line, worrying her pubic hair, avoided her throbbing clit, then lightly pinched her labia. She could feel her hole gushing even more juice, she’d be surprised if she didn’t leave a wet stain on her pants.

Her hips shifted closer to those wicked fingers, trying to get them to move to where they were desperately needed. Her hands clutched at Miranda’s shoulders , the pressure built in her nether regions, her stomach felt cramped from her abdominal work in trying to grind her way to an orgasm. Andy’s breath sounded loud in the interior of the limo – thank the Goddess that Miranda dismissed everyone including Roy from  the limo. Not that she might have been able to stop anyways if he could – Miranda had that effect on her.

The sudden scent of rain and earth, mixed with roses grew strong in the air. It was if their Powers were readying for the Marking and sex. Andy lifted her head to stare into Miranda’s lidded glowing icy-blue gaze. Just as was about to lean in once more and capture those lips, the merest grins curled those beloved lips, eyes narrowed to a hint of wickedness.

“Hold steady darling, let’s change perspective.” And with that Miranda’s hand that was teasing her pussy was quickly removed, while the other reached down and whipped Andréa’s panties off, then those same hands lifted her off her lap eliciting a yelp of surprise from her, and quickly turned her around to straddle Miranda’s lap in the opposite direction.

“Miranda, wh—” a hand sliding into her hair, sweeping up the locks on the side of the Mark, while the other hand slid back through her moist curls, worrying her labial lips, and the brush of the Vampire’s scorching lips settled on the Mark.

The surprise was quickly swept away into the all-consuming desire that they’d been working themselves into. Andy’s juices staining Miranda’s pants, sweat dampening her shirt.

“Ready darling?” Miranda’s voice was guttural and growly sending hot shivers down Andy’s spine.

“Look how wonderfully slutty you look; sitting there with your shirt half hanging off, your breasts spilling out of your bra, nipples rock-hard, grinding wantonly on my lap. You love it don’t you?” she continued firmly stroking that spot inside Andréa’s body. 

“You love my fingers inside you – I want you to soak my fingers so I can taste more of your deliciousness.”

But Andy was too busy panting through the love-lust that seemed to have imprisoned her voice to respond to Miranda’s dirty talk. Her head fell back onto Miranda’s shoulder, a keening moan spilling from her throat, the weight suddenly too heavy, her hips grinded copious amount of lubrication coating those wicked fingers.  She could only nod in acquiescence and hoped that Miranda understood.

She slid into her weeping hole, impaled her two then three fingers, and the fangs sliding like liquid into the Mark unleashed a sob from Andy’s throat. Each pull of her blood coincided with the deep thrust and press against her the little ball of flesh inside her cunt, wringing a cry from Andy’s lips.  Andy lifted her hips impaling herself even more on those long, wicked fingers that erringly had no problem finding her g-spot.

The amount of girl-cum leaking out  of her grasping channel was making a ‘squish’ sound every time Miranda penetrated, wiggled,  swirled, pressed, and then retreated before repeating all over again. The pressure continued to build; the rhythmic pull of blood seemed to pulsate her  quivering clit at the same time. The angle of the position made Andy ‘feel’ the bump against her g-spot even more. Like their earlier love-making, it was almost too much. The pleasure seemed to be tearing her apart and making her over.

Her cries and whimpers increased in volume –but that didn’t matter because she could “see” the orgasm like a big freight train from a distance, her hole wildly clenching around Miranda’s fingers.

“Miranda! I’m going to cum!” she cried.

Miranda with her fangs firmly entrenched inside Andréa’s neck, her tongue siphoning the blood, laving the wounds, causing Andy’s hips to jerk in reactive pleasure-pain. She was synched into Andréa on a level she had never experienced before. The events leading up to this moment reinforced this idea, so without interrupting her Feeding she responded to Andréa’s desperate pronouncement

Touch your clit mi’amour.

Even before Miranda finished that sentence Andréa’s hand that had been digging into Miranda’s thigh started combing through her wet folds. She collected the abundant moisture, almost tangling with Miranda’s plunging fingers, and dragged those fingers to her swollen clit. She began circling, spreading, her cum along the hood, worrying it until the pinkish-red, ultra-sensitive, head peaked out.

Like a pressurized cooker, the orgasm built along with those wicked fingers that were now curled and pressing hard on the g-spot in Andy. The pressure kept building, her clit impossibly hard, her nipples tight and straining in the air, and she could hear her wetness spilling onto the floor of the limo. Miranda brought the hand holding onto her waist to sweep up her tensed abdomen to her cup her  full breast.

 Those fingers cupped and gently kneaded before circling the areola and then clasping the nipple. When Miranda pinched and rolled those fingers that set off a domino effect that ended in a powerful, mind-numbing, orgasm. As the orgasm rolled through Andy, her tattoos slithered along Miranda’s and her skin, gleamed the dim light. Unbeknownst to either of them Andy’s magical tattoos were healing torn and scraped skin.

Andy’s head snapped back onto Miranda’s shoulder, her mouth fell open in a wail, while Miranda moaned through their connection. Andy’s clit rhythmically pulsated in time with her wildly spasming hole that tightened around Miranda’s thrusting fingers, as ‘girl juice’ gushed out. The air was thick with the smell of blood, sweat, cum, and magic. Miranda slowed her fingers while retracting her fangs, laving the blood weeping from the wounds. Little cries spilled from Andy’s throat as the orgasm worked its way through her body, little quakes continuing to contract her gushing walls around Miranda’s fingers.

Miranda peppered and suckled her way up to Andréa’s jaw, a tousled white forelock spilled onto her forehead, tickling against Andréa’s ear.

“I think it goes without saying that I’m thrilled that your orgasm does not coincide with a natural emergency.” She nuzzled into Andréa’s neck, while gently pulling her fingers free from their wet, velvet prison. “That was divine darling. I dearly wish we had more time.”

Andy swallowed to get rid of some of the dryness in her mouth. “Geezus Miranda, I have to say that making love with you is truly remarkable.” She turned her head to capture Miranda’s lips. She pulled her head back to look into the gorgeous blue eyes. “But surely we’re not finished… don’t you n—“

“As much as I’d love to have those succulent lips of yours wrapped around a rather… “tortured” part of my body, we have an urgent audience waiting for us.” She dipped her head in for another kiss and she brought up the hand that had been busy between Andréa’s thighs and saw the glistening juice on her fingers. She brought those same fingers to her lips so her tongue could give them a rather thorough cleaning.  She hummed while she “cleaned” and Andréa just stared in renewed lust.

“I have to say that as post-battles go, this is by far the best experience.”

“And what do you know about post-battle experiences?” sniffed Miranda.

“I played volleyball in college; sporting events can feel like post-battles. Granted back then that meant dancing and one too many drinks, so you’ll understand that I’m finding this method a lot more my… speed.”  The last part ended on a purr while Andy turned sideways in Miranda’s lap to loop her arms around her neck.

“Be that as it may we need to get inside to start the meeting. Straighten enough to walk inside somewhat appropriately.

They shared one last kiss and prepared to meet the world.