REGRETS

©2003 Elizabeth L. Clark

She looked at her sleeping lover quietly. They had spent hours tasting, touching, exploring. The smell of sex filled the room, almost as sweet as the scent of fresh blood.

She looked at the ripe breasts, rising and falling with each breath. The flat stomach, muscled and smooth. The moist beauty of her still swollen sex. She looked to her face, gazing at her pink cheeks and lush, sweet lips. The pale blonde hair that fanned across the snow white pillow case.

Her own jet black hair hung down in a cascade, reaching almost to her knees. She was tall, built like the Amazons of old. Muscular, powerful. Her oddly glowing ice blue eyes were pensive as she watched her lover sleep. She kissed her gently, fingers dipping down to tease her, to arouse her once more.

Soon they were tangled with each other, moaning and crying out in pleasure. She lapped eagerly at her lovers throbbing button, sucking at it as if she were a suckling babe. The juices flowing from her lover tasted like ambrosia to her right then.

All too soon it was over and they snuggled close. She fought back the tears of blood that filled her eyes as she pressed her mouth to her lovers neck. It had to be. She had guessed the truth. And that was a risk to all.

She held her tightly as her fangs sank into her warm flesh. She wept as she drank her empty of her lifes blood. She cleaned her up and brushed her hair before she left. Of all the things she had done in her long existence... this was the one she regretted. With a soft kiss to the now cold lips she slipped away into the night... leaving behind the smell of sex and regrets.