Hey everyone - Here's chapter two of this weird vampire-cuckold-Halloween thing. I'm still messing with the world-building a bit here. Again, everyone's over 18 years old and while I cannot emphasize enough how much this is all fantasy...let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy. *** Oralia wasn't sure what to say when Daciana stopped by the next day, Friday afternoon. Oralia wanted to talk to her about finding a job in town - something to keep her busy, a way to make friends - but she didn't know how to start that conversation. They hadn't talked since Monday morning, back when Daciana had slipped her the small bottle of Sovereign, hadn't so much as texted. It felt weird to Oralia, and it probably would've felt weird no matter what she did; she'd just never been that open with a stranger about her sex life before.
She'd never been that open with *anyone* about her sex life before, she realized as she moved to answer the doorbell of the massive house. It had to have been the alcohol. Had to have been.
That wasn't going to happen today though, she thought. Never mind the fact that the prospect of seeing Daciana - for some reason - sent a soft (and not unpleasant) electric jolt through her bloodstream, made her palm a little sweat-slick on the doorknob as she opened it.
It was almost 4 p.m. anyway, she thought - maybe she wouldn't be alone with Daciana long. Clay would be home sooner or later.
The day was a dark one; the clouds hung low over the mountains and there were white caps on Lake Hecate, whipped into a cavalry charge by a razor wind. If Daciana was cold, she didn't show it - the hems of her tight (and thin) leather jacket danced around the thick belt at her hips, but she kept her hands in her pockets, made no move to try to warm herself. A few dead leaves scuttled across the porch behind her, and even the pumpkin near the door looked chilly.
"Daciana," Oralia said. "God - come in. You must be fucking frozen."
Daciana smiled and stepped inside, dark crimson hair coming to a frazzled rest on her shoulders as she did.
"It's good to see you again, Oralia," she said.
Oralia's mouth had gone dry. "You too, Daciana," she managed.
Daciana looked good. It wasn't anything fancy - the leather jacket, the massive belt, the hip-hugging jeans and black leather ankle boots - but she pulled the whole look off. Effortlessly. Daciana never seemed to have to put much effort into anything though. She breezed through Lake Hecate like a queen surveying her domain.
Daciana shrugged out of her jacket and hung it up, then followed Oralia back into the living room.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Oralia asked, then smiled. "If you say a bloody Mary again I'm kicking you out."
Daciana laughed at that. "No, no, water is fine this time around, sweetheart."
*Sweetheart* Oralia thought, as she filled the glass first with ice and then with water.
Normally shit like that pissed her off - pet names from strangers, or even acquaintances. She didn't even have a pet name for Clay, and nor did he use one when he talked to her. It seemed to conjure up images of Southern Boomers, gross bosses in dead marriages who wanted to hit on their employees.
But when Daciana said it...
Well.
She realized she didn't even know where Daciana and Andrei's accents were from. She made a note to ask Clay about it. It seemed important just then.
She brought the glass of water to Daciana in the living room, then sat down on the couch a few feet from her.
"Thanks," Daciana said, and smiled.
She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip, as if it were some rare thing worth savoring. Then she looked around the massive, airy living room.
"How has it been, settling in?" She asked.
"We're getting there," Oralia said. "I've never...I mean we never...I...neither of us have ever had any money before in our lives, I guess. We would've died broke, I think, if Clay didn't get into law school and Andrei hadn't hired him. I mean, we didn't come from the good part of Galena City or anything."
It was a weird thing to say to a new acquaintance ("hey, just so you know, I grew up dirt poor in the big city far away from your fucking resort town") but Oralia didn't care. She was starting to realize that, for whatever reason, she couldn't always control what she said to Daciana.
And more to the point, she didn't want to.
"And Clay..." Daciana said, then averted her gaze, a small smile on her lips, and set the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of them.
Daciana giggled.
"How is all that?"
Oralia thought about watching porn on her phone while she could feel Clay's tongue on her pussy lips, thought about feeling his nose against her asshole, and snickered in spite of herself. It felt mean. It felt filthy.
It felt good.
She curled a lock of golden hair around one finger, bit her lower lip and thought about what she wanted to say next. She couldn't meet Daciana's eyes.
She could feel her face grow hot even before Daciana laughed.
"Oh," Daciana said. "Looks like someone is blushing. That good huh?"
Oralia giggled again, still couldn't meet Daciana's gaze. She'd never had a girlfriend she could talk to like this. She hadn't realized how hungry she was for this kind of thing until she'd found it.
"It...it was fun," Oralia said, kept her eyes on the floor.
And on Daciana's slick black leather ankle boots, just a bit damp from the street outside.
Daciana paused, and Oralia realized she wanted to fill the silence between them. She gave a nervous laugh.
"Really though, Daciana," she said. "What...what is that Sovereign stuff? I...it..." Daciana threw her head back and cackled. "It's strong right?"
"It's crazy," Oralia said. "It...I felt like a different person."
She paused, thought about it.
"Or no...that's not right," she said. "I didn't feel like a different person I just...I just found a part of myself I didn't know I wanted to indulge."
Oralia stopped again, embarrassed about being that honest. Daciana shot her an evil grin, but one Oralia now felt complicit in.
"I hear that a lot, when I sell Sovereign to customers," Daciana said. "It isn't so much changing you as a person as it's giving you permission to tap into the sides of yourself you never felt like you had permission to touch before."
"Yes," Oralia said, and nodded. "That's, like, exactly it."
Daciana smiled at her. "So again...did it help you...get around Clay's...problem?"
"It...it did," Oralia said, eyes on Daciana's boots again.
"Oooh," Daciana said. "Do tell, sweetheart."
So Oralia did, unable to keep it from Daciana. It didn't matter that she knew she'd rethink it later, that she knew she might even regret it. Telling her right then felt right, and, more than feeling right, it felt...fun.
"I truly never in my life would've thought I'd ever...be looking at - or even thinking about - someone else while having sex with my husband," she said, still twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
A nervous habit.
"Like that would've been, like, adultery to me, if you had asked me six months ago," Oralia said.
She glanced up at Daciana, sure she'd judge her for this kind of confession.
Even Daciana's knowing, woman-of-the-world look was gone now though. All she seemed to want to do was listen to Oralia in good faith.
"I guess I didn't know I had that in me," she finished, unsure of what else to say. Daciana nodded. "It can be weird, Oralia. Attraction is a weird thing. *Sex* is a weird thing."
"It is," Oralia said.
Again, Oralia felt the magnetism toward Daciana she'd felt on Monday morning. Maybe it had been the alcohol - God knew they'd been drinking on Monday morning - but Oralia didn't think so. It didn't feel like the saccharine extroverted energy she got from alcohol, the kind of thing that burned off with the night. This felt deeper. More *her.*
More like the dominant side of herself she'd found with Clay, making him go down her while she enjoyed looking at (and yeah, thinking about) other people. That had been *her* - always had been her - she'd just never found that part of herself before.
This was like that, except the inverse: this was a submissiveness she hadn't felt before. And not that submissiveness was new to Oralia - oh hell no. Her whole life she'd been about as demure and dismissive as possible.
But not by choice. By example. Her mom had been that way. So had all the other women in her family. She'd learned first by example and then by directive: you submit to your husband, even if it's not really your first choice.
This wasn't that kind of submissiveness. This was more like adoration.
Daciana reminded her of the cooler girls growing up, the kind of girls who used to get popular boys to ask her out to school dances as a joke, or make mooing sounds when she walked into a room, because she was, of course, such a fat fucking cow and she would die alone. Oralia had accepted that hierarchy too, submitted to them as well and just tried to stay out of their way. That's just how things were.
But it hadn't been arousing. Not like this.
And Daciana wasn't that kind of girl anyway, right? The pull Oralia felt seemed to tell her she could *trust* Daciana. Let Daciana take care of her. And maybe Daciana would treat her like a toy sometimes - just something there for her amusement - but Daciana was a woman higher up on the social hierarchy, right? Was that so wrong?
And more to the point...just the thought of being treated as Daciana's toy (a cherished toy, of course) quickened her heartbeat, made her break out into a cold sweat.
Next to her, Daciana laughed. "You good, Oralia?"
Oralia blinked, frustrated at the blush she could already feel creeping across her cheeks.
"Yeah," she said. "I...I'm good. I guess I just...I never, ever thought I'd ever wind up doing...this kind of thing."
Daciana nodded, and scooted a bit closer to her on the couch.
Oralia cut her eyes to her boots - again - then looked away.
"Like I said," Daciana told her. "Sex is a weird thing. At least for me, it hasn't always been easy to understand."
She reached out and touched Oralia's cheek, high up next to Oralia's eye.
Then she brushed a strand of hair back behind Oralia's ear.
Oralia tried hard to tell herself her blood hadn't just turned to fire.
"It's...um...it's weird for me too," she said, and then - before she could stop herself - she said everything else. "Look, Daciana, I...nothing about sex with Clay makes me happy. Like I really, really, *really* fucking love him as a person - like, romantically - but we don't connect in terms of sex. It's not exciting. And it's not fun. It feels like a...like a job."
There. It was out. She'd said it.
Daciana didn't flinch or smile or scowl. She had the same earnest look on her face, and she nodded, then put a hand on Oralia's cheek again.
As if she knew the way it was turning Oralia into a puddle of nerves and ecstasy.
Then she pulled Oralia close, hugged her.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "That's not how it's supposed to be at all. You deserve to enjoy yourself."
Oralia blinked, surprised at the emotion she felt, and choked back tears.
Surprised, too, at how not-weird it felt to hug Daciana, for their bodies to touch this much.
