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Sam goes to work, being the CEO of ‘Diversity’ is easy. She just goes to the office to control her employees, ensure that they do all the work that's assigned to them, and keep the brainstorm of ideas to keep reinventing and updating the company's app and blogs. It is the most relaxing job on earth, when she doesn't feel like shit. Today her body was giving her hints, she feels dizzy and with an extenuating headache that won't mitigate.
Maybe it is time? She sighs, she doesn’t want to think about it. It’s so soon -it should be later in this month- she wasn’t remotely prepared for it. Sam expects it to be a coincidence. Some sort of joke between symptoms of her having a -common- cold and her symptoms of need to hunt as a vampire.
Yes, that should be it! Sam was having a cold, after all, being a vampire doesn’t immunize her of the diseases of the rest of the mortals. It helps her to minimize the risk of catching them, true. But nothing else at that. She was stronger than a common human. “Boss. We need your input in the conference room”. One of her employees -that works mainly as her assistant- reminded her. “Ah, yes. I’m coming.” Sam wasn’t feeling great, but, as always, it has to wait.
She takes the path into the conference room, and takes her place in the president's chair. “Well, put me up to speed. What did you require my vote for?” Sam wasn’t a fool, and most of the time, she demands all the information before making her own decision. Sometimes it’s because she wants to understand the matter better, other times, because she wants to disregard all opinions on the matters except hers.
“Our customers want more options for the dating app.” Well, Sam could also watch that with the reviews -she needs more than that-. “More features about customization, filters, and get rid of the paywall to get verified.” Again, all of that was things she can read on the reviews. “Then, I assume you have ideas already planned to bring satisfaction to them, right?” Sam says, looking at her employees. “Yes, we have. But we need your approval first, before working on them.” Sam squints her eyes at that response. It was so… generic, like they really didn’t think of anything yet, and wanted directly her ideas instead. “Pitch them to me. I’ll look at them in my office.” Their faces -Sam notice- had gone pale. “I want them before the end of the day.” She stands up and takes off into her chamber of solitude.
Sam doesn't care how many of her workers are looking at her while she struts the halls, -how her look makes them tremble with fear, and- how her appearance is surely one impenetrable mystery.
There, in her chair, and with the door closed, she noticed her jaw being -all the way- clenched up. It begins to hurt her teeth and gums, almost exactly the same as when she is thirsty for blood. But it can’t be that, it might be the stress of running the company in such good spirits, or the fact that she might be catching a cold… Whatever it was, her emotions wavered in severe intervals of anger, dizziness, and haziness -that made her forget what she was doing moments ago-. She could even joke about it and say that she might be going crazy.
A knock on her door wakes her up into the present -how much time has really passed since she came into her office?- “Come in.” She commands with her authoritative tone of voice. The door opens and her assistant walks in. “Yha, did you have the documents I need to revise there?” Sam looks at her, she swears If Yha says ‘no’, heads are going to start rolling. “No, Boss, I have another kind of documents that requires your signature.” Oh, heads are surely going to start rolling off their necks today. “Is this some kind of joke, Yha?!” She yells at her, pointing at her with her expression unreadable, and her tone harsh. Her other hand, while punching the desk, is making the point for her face -she has anger bottle up, and Yha was only on the receiving end, even though it was not her fault-. “It is?!” Sam is really escalating the situation more than she usually does -she feels so worked up- for no apparent reason. “Respond!” Sam yells more, and doesn’t receive what she wants, what she is craving for.
While all the ‘peaceful’ talking was done, and Yha only squirms with fear in front of her, she yanks the papers she needs to sign. “Go out. Don’t disturb me anymore today. I don’t care if it is an urgent matter or not. I will fire everyone who dares to try to distract me.” Sam whispers. “Pass along the message.” Yha nods at her words and runs for her life and out of Sam’s office. She’s going to enjoy this time to cool off, alone, and maybe, to start looking for her new prey -just in case she needs to use her soon-.
She goes back into her desk, throwing away the documents she just took, and powers on her computer. She uses the database of the app as a catalogue for her to choose from. Her prey is always the first one that catches her eyes -and has not done it before-. She never repeats the same prey twice. So, the hunt was always more tedious as time passed. And, of course, it was tedious as more time and people entered the app trying to find love.
Sam understands the feeling of being wanted, and that some humans feel that necessity to be filled more often -as it was on the tricks she uses to hunt-. And also, the feeling of wanting something or someone -it's more similar to her cravings -. She uses all of that information -that's mandatory to be filled up into the form and authorized to be used as the company sees fit- to her advantage.
All of that helps to filter some people out. As, if she was not having the mental capacity that day to act like ‘she needs someone to love her’, play the long game -as that type of people tend to be more cautious- she would opt to try to find someone ‘in search of true love’ -as they were more easily fool into put down their guard- and were more easily persuaded into a date. When she talks about playing the ‘long game’, she refers to talking to her prey for a week, maybe two, in anticipation of the date. Whilst she knows, if she hunts for the other type of person, she could have a date in less than 24 hours -needed be-.
Most of the time, reading their names gives her a headache -and, really, she doesn’t need another one-. Today, looks and first impressions are going to suffice -she was sure she had more time if she didn’t connect with the first she chooses-. Scanning for the perfect prey, she stops upon many young girls, whose accounts were -sadly- deactivated. She was in no luck today -as she saw more than twelve girls, all beautiful, and looked innocent enough for her to approach them- that was in a committed relationship, or just give up on the app altogether. That was until a girl popped up -she was new and fresh- no one could have time to talk to her before her -as she entered the app two seconds ago-. This girl was rocking a vibrant pink suit -open on the cleavage- with some kind of modesty black undergarment. Lips to match, light makeup, and long and luscious wavy brown hairstyle. Sam doesn't have a type, however, this young girl just caught her eyes in an instant.
She was going to take the shot, talk to her, and try to see if they would match. Just until she heard that -fucking- characteristic knock on her closed door.
She was interrupted -even though she explicitly said she doesn’t wanna be disturbed-. But Kirk was indifferent, he only does what he wants and thinks she would enjoy -a shame that the only thing she enjoys is when he is not near her-. “Come on, Sam. Let’s go on a date, the two of us~” She rolls her eyes with exasperation -she was in the middle of something-. “If you don’t want to be us, alone, we could do it as a ‘company expense’ and invite the employees.” He tried to persuade her -that plan was worse than the first one-. “Just say yes. I’m your boyfriend, and I want to spend time with you.” He proclaims -she doesn’t like when he does that-. She ends up sighing. “Okay, ‘company expense’ it is.” To finally agree -her reasoning being, if they were not alone, he wouldn’t try to kiss her-. “I’ll go say it to them~” He was like a puppy -one that pretty much was stuck with for the rest of her life at this point-.
Sam was sure she would continue the conversation with this girl later -and tell her, so now-, she just needed to get rid of Kirk -who was exhausting her patience thin every second they spent together-.
To entertain herself -and have more conversation with Mon, whenever they end up doing on that date-, she started to look for places to do karaoke -isolated and out of the range of her company's grounds-. There were many sites, and all of them look good -she notes it on her phone to tell Mon her findings-. She tilts her head with enthusiasm, just maybe, they could be friends instead of being hunter and prey -as Sam’s friends were mostly occupied with their lives and works of their own, Mon could be just another she could call when the days got longer than expected to chat a bit, or going for a coffee-. Maybe with Mon things could go differently -maybe things will be different-. Even with that trail of thoughts, the end of the day was never so far away as right now -it just started and she just wanted to ditch him and go home to keep on talking to Mon-.
Last night was a blur. Since they finished the workday, Kirk was really insisting on taking all of them to a BBQ buffet bar to eat ‘until their hearts sing of joy’ -his exact words-. Sam didn’t want to sing with them -maybe if things go well with Mon…-. She denies, whatever was that thought, it was intrusive and strange, and she was not having it -yesterday was strange enough for her to think of prey as a possible friend-. For that same motive, she restrains herself from talking with her today. She doesn’t need to test the waters, she just needs to wait and feed her enough crumbs to end up having Mon in her pocket.
As she puts foot in company grounds, she feels extremely disorientated -like she was in a strange forest with no end in sight, that seems to collapse with its long trees into her own view-. She really woke up later than usual, and hadn’t had the time to do her routine - surely that's what is making her feel that way-. Her excuse comforts her, making her capable of commanding her own body to move into the lounge room to have a cup of coffee and some water. She walks in complete silence -most of her workers have seen her go in the direction of said room, and leave her alone- for once, they are doing the right thing. Two steps away, behind a wall -the lounge wall- Sam stops in her tracks, with her eyes wide open. She didn’t expect to listen to her employees talking about yesterday's events there -like they were alone-.
“Are we sure we are all alone?” Someone says, whispering -she might not have heard it if she was paying attention-. “Yes! Boss is never late, unless she doesn’t wanna come into the office at all.” Noi chirps in -it might be true, but she doesn’t need to say it like it is the best thing for them-. “Then, we need to talk about last night.” Great, workers chitchat, will fill in all her blanks about it -that's mostly… all about last night-. “About Boss attitude, am I right?” -What about her attitude?- “Yes! It was so… unpleasant.” -Rude-. “We were enjoying the food.” -And that gave her a bad attitude?- “It was perfectly normal that we chewed a little louder while at it.” Yeah, that’s a lie. “Doesn’t she live a little?” Chewing was never something that bothers her, anyway. “She is so stiff.” -I tend to look after my image, that’s not a crime-. “Just say it right, she is a snotty person.” -Is she being objectified right now?- “A stuck up CEO, whom no one will ever love.” Sam scoffs at that -she wasn’t looking for love in the first place-. “You see her when we order another round of beer?” -How many rounds do they end up drinking?- “She wanted to take our heads off herself!” -I couldn’t possibly react like that.- “Khun Kirk is not a coward to keep on pursuing that monster.” -That might be an exaggeration, alcohol is just a thing I want to enjoy with my friends, not my employees.- “Talking about him, poor guy.” -Really? Poor him?- “And the fact that he ended up paying for all of it?” -Yes, and? Sam didn’t want to be there in the first place-. “That was the worst.” -That's stupid.- “She was even mad about it too!” -Me? Angry about money? I’m not that petty.- “Did you see how she pushed him while he was trying to show affection towards her?” -She, pushing Kirk might be true, but not in front of them.- “It appeared like she never wanted his contact in the first place.” -She doesn’t-. “And Khun Kirk's expression?” -What about it?” “He looked like a lost puppy.” -Sam -normally- just endure it.- “She even scolds him for it!” -Well, Sam was agape at that.- “And in front of all of us… It ended up being so awkward to hear him laugh at her words.” -Kirk is pathetic.- Sam didn’t believe her ears at this moment, she felt lost for a second, but when an employee walked past her “Hi, Boss” and scurry away again.
Sam’s teeth began to hurt -oh, no-. She decidedly enters the lounge room, prepares her coffee, and takes a bottle of water -from where she starts drinking it all-. She was thirsty all of a sudden. And no amount of coffee or water could clench it. Her alarms ring in her head, this could very well mean trouble -this could mean that is her time of the month-. She is in the immediate range of attack on one of her employees. Sam needs to arrange that date with Mon for tonight -and pronto-. She runs to her office, closes the door behind her and powers her computer -she is going to make the reservation right now-.
It was an improvise date -urgent for her cravings -. And, in reality, Mon agreed so easily -like an obedient little girl -. It ended up being a good idea to start looking for her prey in advance. But, that also means, she had no more than a few hours to prepare for it -her look is perfect for every occasion-, but her social skills might be a bit bland. Luckily for her, the few questions she asked her before are perfect for breaking the ice, show that Sam pays attention to her, and, also, really good generic that could help her to direct the date however she needed it. It was also a curse, because it could lead them to nothing and make everything awkward in an instant.
Just in case, Sam keeps herself occupied looking at ‘conversation starters’, just until the end of the day comes, and she needs to go to her reservation and date. Sam looks at herself in the mirror of her car -before exiting it-, to make sure her makeup stayed intact, her hair was out of her face, and her dark off the shoulder top didn’t move too much to show more than she would like -for now-. She knows her black dress pants are perfectly suited for her, she was in a good shape to enter and test the waters with this prey.
Sam exits her car, and she sees Mon, in the outfit she said it would be, on the entrance, waiting for her -like she had asked her to do-. She approaches with confidence -she couldn’t doubt now-. “Mon.” She calls her name when she is in front of her. She jumps a little -Sam might have startled her-. “Boss!” She calls out -and Sam finds it funny that she never, actually, asked for her name-. “Call me Sam.” Her tone is flirting -like she does when she is on one of these dates-. “You are older than me, P’Sam.” Mon doesn’t skip a beat, she must have read her bio in the app. “And rich, too.” She doesn’t want to put her in a bad position, but it was fun for her to point that out too -just because this restaurant is on the expensive side-. “Then Khun Sam, should we enter~?” Sam has identified Mon’s tone as a flirting one? This could be more than interesting. “Of course. Please, Lady’s first. I insist~” Sam matches Mon’s flirting vibes while opening the door to her -who passes and waits for her in front of the stand, for them to confirm their reservation-.
“You’re a good girl Mon, you waited for me without me telling you so.” Sam whispears near her -she knows what would do to her-. “Welcome, do you ha- Is your date okay?” Sam smirks -it work just how she wanted.- “Yes, don’t worry, she is okay.” The waiter raises a brow regardless. “I’m okay.” Mon talks in a sweet voice that convinces them -the blushed on her face yet not faded-. “Do you have a reservation with us tonight?” “Yes, under Samanun Anuntrakul.” The waiter looks for her name in her book of reservation and confirms with a nod. “Well, Khun Samanun. Follow me. We had your table ready.” She takes Mon’s hand and gets seated at a table away from everyone else. “We have noted that you already ordered what you and your date would eat. Our service will be fast in serving you.” Sam nods, and the server is gone.
They are finally alone again. “Why are you in pink?” Sam asks her directly -her profile picture in the app was in pink, and right now, she was also wearing pink-. “Why is Khun Sam in black~?” Sam rests her head on her hands. “Touche~” They both look at each other with this electrifying chemistry that is starting to send shivers into her brain. “Your wine, Khun Samanun.” But they are interrupted by the waitress, pouring them some expensive wine. “To accompany the dinner.” She said before leaving and letting the bottle on the table. Sam takes her glass -that was a way to ruin the mood- and takes her to her mouth to taste it. “How is it?” Sam looks at her while putting it away. “Taste it and tell me what you think~” Mon instantly picks it up, and drinks a large sip of it -this girl is really obedient-. “It’s a bit bitter.” Mon says while looking at the fluids on the glass “But…” Sam’s smirk is imperceptible -however she knows it's there-. She lifts her head to encounter Sam’s eyes squinting locked into hers. “It’s really good.” Mon says as a whisper, like she was losing all the oxygen in her lungs without even noticing.
Sam decides to give her a moment to recover by asking about something else. “Well, Mon, tell me , what is your field of study? I clearly remember you telling me that you just graduated.” Mon is taken aback, back in reality, Sam notices how she bites her lip before responding. “I graduated with a Bachelor of Science, majoring in Digital Communication Management and Social Communications.” -That’s a mouthful, but interesting.- “You could work in my company. It will suit you perfectly~” Sam takes another sip. “How so?” Mon was really young for not connecting the dots. “Because my company is in your field of study.” Sam looks at her, blushing. “Oh!” -she wants to laugh a bit at that, she was incredibly cute-. “Maybe you studied abroad?” Sam would explain the lack of her connection with it. “No, I study here. I know I looked mixed, but I have lived here in Thailand since I was little.” Sam nodded along, it was surprising? Not really, but good to know regardless.
“Do you often go on dates?” Sam locks her eyes into hers -now it's Mon’s turn to ask a question, isn’t it?- “Not really. I only go on dates when I find someone I like, just like I like you ~” Mon blushed instantly and Sam smirked more openly just by it. “Excuse me.” The waiter said while putting on the table the first plate -a large Som Tam to share- and go out of their way once more. “Let me.” Sam picks a bit and puts it into Mon’s plate. “It’s good, enjoy~” Mon nods with a gracious smile adorning her face -Sam starts to like seeing that smile, because of her-.
They enjoyed a moment of silence between them, they were digging the food in front of them. “I know I said before that I don’t have any hobbies, but I looked for a place to do karaoke.” Mon puts the chopsticks down to look intensely at her. “You did?” Sam nods at that -she thinks she has made Mon speechless-. “I haven’t tried it, but I would love to do it , for the first time, with you .” Mon’s smile -makes Sam’s teeth to hurt some more-. “Yes! I would love to go with Khun Sam .” Her really cheerful demeanor only aggravates Sam’s thirst . “It could be our second date~” Sam agrees -it will never happen, but she will tell her whatever she needs to, in order to eat her -. “I remember you also mentioned that you have a dog.” Sam watches as Mon’s face lights up. “I do! His name is Singha~” In that instant, Sam knew she was going to get everything Mon had about her dog -and, really, she didn’t mind it that much-. Mon took out her phone -with a pink case, of course- to match, and showed her a photo of herself with her dog -he sticking his tongue, and her copying him-. “I have had him for six years now in my care. I adopted him when he was a puppy!” Sam just nods along. Enjoying the food, giving Mon some more, and listening quietly. “We are inseparable. He is the love of my life! He brings me so much joy. And is always by my side.” Sam smiles a bit -something she isn’t accustomed to- while watching the collection of photos she had with Singha. “He seems to be loyal to you.” That only made Mon’s eyes spark. “He is! And is always protecting me, making me laugh. He is a ten out of ten!” Sam bites her tongue -she almost tells her, she is jealous of a dog-. “Singha is almost like a child to me.” In her mind, Sam knew this young girl has potential, has the charisma, and is passionate about everything in her life… So, why is she wasting her time on an app like ‘Diversity’? She should be out there, looking for a real job and not for love. “Excuse me again, this is the last plate. Would you like to order dessert?” The server looks at them, while they think. “If you desire to , we could order something.” However, Mon looks at her, and slowly denies. “We are good, thank you.” The waiter takes their leave, and Sam watches how Mon smiles embarrassed -did she decipher what is Sam trying to do with just a look into her eyes?-. “This lime steam fish smell delicious~” -Or maybe not.-
“Mon, do you live alone?” Sam watches as Mon almost choke with a piece of the fish. “Ahm, no.” She drinks slowly. “I live with my parents.” Mon says embarrassed, even though she doesn’t need to be. “When you find a job, you will be independent, and, probably, you will miss them.” For the sake of neither of them to choke on more food, they just ended eating in silence. It was not awkward, and was shared with a light spirit -this things happened when you just start to know someone-. Having said that, Sam finds herself worsening as seconds passes -she craves, she’s thirsty, she desires her-. And, for that reason, she is the first to finish -just watching Mon ends her plate-. “Did you like it?” Mon nods and Sam nods too, that was good. She just needs to keep going a little bit more, have her alone, and then, she could attack. “I’m curious, why would you want to know If I live alone or not?” Sam looks innocent enough to not raise suspicion. “Did you like how the date went?” That doesn’t seem to fool her. “Yes, very much. But, that doesn’t answer my question, Khun Sam.” Mon is innocent, but intelligent. “Well, I just wanted to know where we should go next, your house or my house~” Sam licks her lips, flirtatiously, seeing the red on Mon’s cheeks because of the blushing. “And now I know I will have you all to myself in my home~” “Oh, okay” -Did Mon just agreed to this?- She is not gonna question Mon’s level of sanity right now -her's isn’t well either-. They both go into Sam's car, she starts the engine and goes into her home. Sam puts one hand on the steering wheel, while the other, caresses up and down Mon’s thigh -and this is something she hasn't done before with no one-.
Sam’s mind is spiraling, Mon’s skin feels anything but tense -probably smooth and soft- in her fingertips. She isn’t rejecting it, but not making an advance of her own -Mon might want more than she knows how to do- and is trusting in her to teach her. Sam licks her lips -she could have an obedient little girl, obsessed with her, who fed her whenever she requires …- that simple thought almost shifts her core promise -she would never repeat a victim, even If that said prey is giving itself in a silver platter-. Sam knows she can control her instincts until she is overpowered by the agony to drain blood, that makes all her body ache in pain if she doesn't obey it. “Khun Sam~” That surely got her back to the present, her hand has slipped deep in her folds -she always wants to make her prey enjoy the inevitable moment, distracting them with the promise of making them touch heaven , while she sinks into her red living hell -. Sam is making sure that, when they reach her home, Mon is more than ready for anything . For that, her hand does not even have to move past her panties, she just needs to put enough pressure to touch -and flick- in her clit. The moans always tell her she is doing a good job at making the m want, -and Mon is moaning without stop- for that, she changes her tactics, begins to touch her like her fingers were a feather -teasing how good it can feel-. When she puts away her hand, the gasp and disgruntled noise coming from the seat next to her makes her know her plan is working. “Is something the matter?” Sam didn’t glance at her. “Why did you stop ?” The traffic lights goes back to green. “We’re almost at my house.” Sam won’t ever respond directly to her question -nor to her, nor to anyone-. “You want to be able to get out of the car by your own means, right~?” Sam smirks, that should give away what her intentions -supposedly- are to Mon. “Y-yes” Her stuttering compels her. “We’re almost there, Mon . Just wait a little more~” Sam says in her teasing tone -but she doesn't know if she is telling it to Mon or to herself-. From whoever it is, she parks the car passing her gate, facing the front door of her home. She opens her car door, and then Mon’s door. “We’re here, as I promise~” Sam offers her hand to Mon to take, and she takes it without thinking twice -maybe Sam tease her too much in the car?-.
Right now, that doesn’t matter, as they climb the two stairs in front of them, so they could finally enter the dark -without on light- living room. “Whe-” Sam doesn't give her time to continue, as she pulls her into herself, and kisses her neck -a sweet peck- that worsened even more her crave for blood. Sam began to gasp “Tonight, you’re mine.” She is on the brink of attack without control. “Say that you want me.” Sam’s head is in the gap between her neck and shoulder, waiting for a response. “I want to be yours.” One that isn’t delayed. She takes one of her straps off her shoulder, and traces with her tongue a path beginning from Mon’s neck, until it stops in the beginning of Mon’s bust. There Sam concentrates into making that exact spot wet, never stopping, licking it -as the enzymes of her tongue, while she is craving have a special purpose, and makes the spot she is going to bite, have an anesthetic effect, so it doesn’t hurt her-. “Khun Sam, what are you doing?” -She would never want to hurt anybody-, so she didn’t respond. Not while she knows if she opens her mouth is going to be for biting. “What are you doing to me? My body feels so weak…” Sam just have bitten her -the fangs deep in her skin, making a wound she would later cure.- But, right now, she only hugs Mon, and holds her firmly in place -as If they move an inch, it would only make Mon’s body to expel her blood into the floor, killing her-.
”Khun Sam…” She sinks her nails into her bare shoulders -that should suffice her now-. She takes out her fangs, and licks a bit, to stop Mon from bleeding out. “Let’s go upstairs~” Sam can’t wait anymore, she wants to lay Mon down on her bed, and make her feel the heavens come upon her, to make her forget what happened, and replace the memory for a sensation -so overwhelming- than Mon wakes the next day feeling a new woman. “Kiss me.” Sam doesn’t resist the request -even though she knows, Mon will taste her own blood in her mouth-, and takes her into the stairs into her room, whilst never letting go of her lips -making them swollen with the force Sam applies into them-. Sam’s fangs can’t go back to being hidden now
but they keep caressing Mon’s lips -so many times, that they could make a cut into them-. Sam is more careful with Mon than she has been with all the preys she had -ever had- home. And that's surprising for her, she isn’t one to look for another’s security -except from the thought of not giving them excepcional pain-.
However with Mon it's… odd, how she takes her fangs out with a shudder, and does not approach her until Sam knows for sure Mon isn’t in danger anymore from them.
Or how she takes Mon’s clothes off of her body with the utmost care to not damage them -to not have blood stain her blouse, her skirt, her pearl skin-.
Or how she looks at her eyes, and sees no fear in them -but in reality, she also doesn’t know what she is seeing in their reflection-.
But Sam ’s hunger is insatiable , she needs more -everytime she looks into Mon’s bare body- she desires to eat a part of her. She is craving again -her teeth are hurting even more this time-. “Khun Sam… this feels, so good~ ” -Who could blame her for saying that, with moans carry on in her mouth?- Sam -licks first and- bites her -in the exact same spot as before- while her hand moves into Mon’s folds to flood them into oblivion. Her hand works her up with an expertise she only relies on because she demands herself to be the best.
Sam shouldn't have been this needy, she should have just eaten off of her once, and then finished by making her cum into her hand, but… Sam is enjoying this time -not like the other times- Mon’s nails scratching her shoulder blade’s is making a sensation like no other. No one has ever done that to her. Sam had never felt so worked up before, like right now. “Is your orgasm near? I know that you want it~” Sam takes her mouth off her feeding spot -she really is full now-. “Y-yes.” But Sam isn’t satisfied. “Open your eyes and tell me your deepest desire~” Sam didn’t expect Mon to do exactly that, open her eyes and look into her -with her mouth agape and red with Mon’s viscosity blood.- However, she is incapable of articulating any words, lost in the moment -of reaching her peak-. Sam helps Mon ride her orgasm, by slowing down the intensity of her strokes and kissing her neck sweetly-.
Sam has never lost contact with Mon’s skin -that’s a strange fact to notice, but it’s true-. So, when Mon hugs her, Sam immediately positions themselves to have her hand on Mon's waist, and both their bodies laying beside the other. Finally her teeth stop hunting, she isn’t craving anything, and her fangs are hidden again. The only remains of what transpired is the blood that adorns Sam’s and part of Mon’s face, and the fact that Mon has a wound -two holes- in the beginning of her breast. That was -definitely- an intense experience, but they need to go clean their bodies up, because in a few hours, everything is going to be more difficult to clean.
“You need to go to the bathroom to clean up.”
Sam says softly, but Mon groans.
“I can't move.”
Sam finds a solution that both of them will surely like.
“Then stay in my arms. Sleep~”
Sam tucks both of them in, never letting go of Mon’s waist.
“Tomorrow is going to be another day.”
Sam doesn’t know how she ended up drifting to sleep that early, however, Mon is more fast asleep than her. It was, actually, more normal that part. She had sucked many liters of blood out of her, and her body needs to create more blood to recuperate all that she lost. Today Sam is going to be late to work -If she decides to enter at all-.
Regardless of that, Sam is astonished by Mon. This young girl has survived, not only the night with her, but being bitten by her two times -almost consecutively-. Her body must be in really good shape to endure it. Maybe, just maybe, Sam could feed on her one more time… She just found herself getting full just by a drop of Mon’s blood. It should be an easy thing to do, as Mon looks ready to feed her. She just needs to keep her close, and care for her, so she nev- No! Her sister advised against it. She promised her that she would never do that… She “Good morning, Khun Sam” can’t. She can’t do that to this face full of life -she can’t make Mon give her life for her-.
“Good morning”. Sam takes on the breathtaking view that Mon projects with the morning light reflecting on her silky skin. “Want something for breakfast?” Sam offers -hopping Mon says yes-. “I would love to stay longer, and take that offer, but my parents should be worried that I never got home last night.” Sam nods, she knows her wish was too much already. “But I want a raincheck to have breakfast with you~”Sam looks at her and slowly nods -she didn’t expect that for sure-. “Let me get you a lift home”. Sam moves slowly away from Mon, making them ready to stand up from the bed. “Thank you Khun Sam.” Mon's smile is going to give her a heart attack -only if she has it constantly in her life-. “Let’s make them not worry too much.” Both of them got up, and dressed exactly with last night's clothes. It was going to be a quick ride -they could change later, when they are alone-. Sam helps Mon walk down the stairs from her room, and the front door. Even Sam helps her enter her car -she really did make Mon have a good experience-.
Their ride to Mon’s home is in silence, only interrupted by Mon giving directions to her house. Sam concentrates on driving them, and Mon signaling what exit she should take, or how to exit the roundabouts. They don’t live near each other, but it was not a long ride either way. “Go take a shower, and relax.” Mon exits her car on her own. “Let’s talk later~” Sam nods -she is not going to respond, but, she also doesn’t really think she would message her more-. Sam drives off back into her home, she also wants to take a shower and relax.