Here is one half of a conversation with Madeleine, my little vampire bitch and companion.
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Madeleine shivers. "Though I am still inclined to occasional daydreaming about that night…"
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Madeleine shakes her head. "Not one moment… the whole evening. But I suppose, really, the first time I felt your touch on my skin."
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Madeleine nods slowly. "And the first time I felt your hands around my neck. Trembling, knowing how badly I wanted to surrender to you, doing it, and simultaneously being unable to believe that I was."
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Madeleine mmmms dreamily. "I remember that too. And all the many gasps thereafter. Mostly because you bit me, you vampire, you."
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Madeleine purrs. "Mostly the vampire, I think. There are too many dark promises in your whispers."
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Madeleine squirms and, consequently, rubs back against your lap. "Some of your own creation… oh, and don't worry, if it gets too crowded, we can always make more."
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Madeleine smiles at that, drawing a breath while she can. "I make few enough of them, don't I? Yes."
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Madeleine moans and squirms again, gasping out, "What I want to know is how you know my weaknesses so well… or is it that I'm not so different from most other women?"
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Madeleine shakes her head a little. "Who wouldn't? To see the passing of eternity… to feel such power… to remain like a god when everything else passes away? To be eternally young, and inestimably old…?"
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Madeleine sighs softly. "I wish… but we grow old, and die. Even more reason to make the most of the time we have."
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Madeleine closes her eyes and lays her head back against your shoulder again, her neck stretched taut and bared beneath your hand. "And relive them over and over…"
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Madeleine moans softly… half sighs… and turns her head slightly to feel the roughness of your beard against her lips.
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Madeleine whimpers into your mouth, knees getting a little weak as she trembles uncontrollably. "Another weakness…" she moans. "Your strength."
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Madeleine whimpers again. "Maybe all the marks you left the -first- time will be gone by then."
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