"I've been wondering.." Jon started just as Anna was closing the door.
"Wondering what?" She asked as she turned the latch. Anything to help keep the freezing wind outside. She sighed audibly as she felt the warmth of the room seep into her flesh, and promptly took off her heavy, wet coat. Underneath it she wore a light blue cardigan, somewhat stretched across the chest.
"...if there's a better way to tap your life-force." He finished as she tried to pull off her calf-high boots. She had trouble bending her numb legs, probably because the form-fitting black slacks hadn't been able to keep out the chill.
"And?" She asked as she wiggled up beside him on the couch, the thick blanket covering them both. The warmth radiating from the electric heater and the toasty blanket made her shudder in pleasure. He'd told her that it was difficult for him to move if his body got too cold, but she still felt that he'd been enjoying himself too much.
"Haven't you got, like, five times as much life-force as you did before we became blood-bound?"
"Uh hu." She had gotten a lot more strength and stamina than before, almost too much. It was hard to keep her unnatural abilities hidden from other people.
"But I still can't get more life-force during a single feeding than before. I thought that it would've taken more time, but it's been almost a month, right?" He looked at her to confirm, since his grasp on time was shaky at best.
She nodded. "Yeah, a little over a month, actually."
"I think the problem is that life-force is too evenly distributed throughout your body. Blood is, what, seven percent of body weight? So, 3.5 kilos in your case? And you can lose about fifteen percent of it without harm, which makes it around half a kilo, and that's once every four or five days. That's just not enough." She already knew that, since he'd been supplementing his diet with blood bags.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you that I cannot go about my day with acute anemia." She retorted sharply.
He held up his hands to placate her, "I know! And it's not your fault. But, I might have found a way to get around that bottleneck." She looked at him curiously, so he continued. "Do you know why vampires prefer virgins?"
"...because their blood is untainted?" She guessed. "At least, that's what I've read."
"Well, that's part of it, but I meant, why do we prefer women?"
"Dunno, maybe all vampires are perverts?" She arched an eyebrow at him.
"No, that's not it. And that was an accident, for which I've apologies countless times. I didn't realise that you couldn't see me." He sighed when the accusing look on her face didn't change. He had watched her as she, ahem, released her pent up libido, without saying anything. Closely.
"Anyways. The reason that vampires, male or female, prefer women is, mainly, because of how your bodies deal with life-force. Whereas a man's body does not readily gives it up, you are almost overflowing with it. That's because women give birth. Your body is designed to readily provide its life-force to another being, if one knows how to tap it."
She nodded with some reluctance, remembering the feeling of contentment and pleasure she experienced whenever he drank her blood.
"So, how do I exploit your body's nature further? The obvious solution lies on your chest." He finished, maintaining a level gaze at her face.
"Huh?!" She emitted a high-pitched squeak, scooting away from him as far as the couch would allow. Her hands clutched the blanket tightly around her chest. "You are such a pervert!" She turned away from him, hiding her ample bosom from sight.
He sighed. He'd expected this.
"Listen. Haven't you ever been curious about it? To explore a function of your body you wouldn't ever get to experience otherwise? Plus, I've heard that it's a very enjoyable activity." He proposed, almost wringing his hands. He hated the taste of blood from a transfusion bag, especially after she had reminded him of how rich blood straight from the source tasted. No, he had to get her to agree.
"E-even if that's true, it's not like I can control that part of my body! No, there's no way that can happen!" She declared in a high-pitched voice, still facing away from him. Hearing herself say that made a violent blush creep across her face and then to her neck, clearly visible against her pale, unblemished skin.
"That's not a problem, as long as you agree. Remember how I cured your curse? Making a small change, just to activate a dormant ability, should be a breeze compared to that. With your permission, of course." He added.
When he brought up the curse, Annabelle couldn't suppress an involuntary shiver. But now that he'd done it, she couldn't forget the debt she owed to him. She'd vowed to repay it as best as she could. But, surely his request was too unreasonable? Just imagining it made her face burn. But, she was more than curious to try it out.
"Aargh!" She violently turned to face him. "Okay! I-I'll let you do i-it to me! But only with my permission! Do you hear me?" She demanded, rather worked up.
"Yes, yes, as you say. So, shall we start?" He beckoned her to come closer, patting the place beside him.
Silently, though quietly excited, she slid over to his side, her back facing him. She pulled off the cardigan with a practiced motion. It had been too warm for indoors, her undershirt was transparent where's stuck to her skin, clammy with sweat. "Ick!" She clicked her tongue in disgust. "Gimme a min, I'll wipe it off." She moved to rise, but the arm wrapped around her waist prevented it. "Don't bother." He said in a smooth voice. "You smell delicious."
She gulped, redding at his comment before she settled back in her place. Slowly, she slid the undershirt off her left shoulder along with the strap of her lacy white bra, leaving her neck, collarbone, and the swell of her chest exposed.
Gently, he grabbed her slender shoulders with his hands. Goosebumps broke out across her body as his mouth neared her naked skin. As always, a silent groan escaped from her throat when his cold lips kissed the place where her neck blended into her shoulder, right above the jugular. She shivered, not from the cold, but in anticipation of what was to come next.
With the delicacy of someone biting into perfectly ripe plum, he sank his teeth into her soft flesh. There was pain, heightened by her enhanced senses, but the pleasure which ran through the entirety of her being like electricity was far greater. She never felt as alive as she did now, in his embrace. Addictive was the word. The reason even wizards kept as far away from vampires as possible. One bite, and they would become its thrall. Of course, their near-immunity to magic was another.
Vampires, being dead, cannot tap into the naturally existing flow of energy which permeates all of creation like wizards can. Thus, unless they sacrifice a rather large amount of life force each time, they cannot perform magic. But, they can do something called Blood Art, transforming using the power of blood, of one's internal reservoir of life-force. All vampires use it, to some extent, for enhancing their abilities or catching prey. Some very old and powerful ones can use it to shield themselves from the destructive light of the Sun, for a period of time.
Joined through blood, both actively and by the bloodbound, Jon could use Blood Art on Anna, using her own sizeable internal reservoir of life-force. Drawing upon it, he willed her body to change according to his wish. He didn't need to focus as much as he had before, since what he was trying to accomplish now was quite trivial. Triggering the mechanism for producing milk was something her body would've done natural with the onset of pregnancy, or through much simulation and medication. Satisfied that the transformation had started to take place, he released her from his bite. It might interfere with the changes going on in her body if he started drinking her blood right now. The bite wound, a crescent of crimson on her pale shoulder, closed up immediately without scarring.
"What happened?" Anna's tone carried her disappointment at the sudden withdrawal. Just as I was starting to enjoy it...
"It's done. Might take a while to show any results, though. Why don't you go ahead and take a shower now? Better blood flow could speed up the process. I'll fix something for you in the meantime."
"Shower sound good, but I'll pass on the food. Anything you cook tastes terrible. Even boiled water!" She added, readjusting her clothes as she rose off the couch.
"Ouch." True, being a vampire, he no longer had any sense of taste. He could taste things, but couldn't distinguish between disgusting and delicious. Which he rarely did, since mortal food is poisonous to vampires. That same curse probably applied to anything he cooked, too. Still, a simple 'no' would have sufficed.
She looked at him and snorted in a very unladylike manner in reply and walked off to the bathroom. He heard her open the door and latch it close. A minute later the apartment was filled with the gentle white noise of the shower. But he, being in possession of a far more acute sense of hearing than any human, could easily pick out the sounds of a vibrator, accompanied by the suppressed grunts and moans of the user.
Jon reached for his smartphone, placed on the table when he'd started talking to Anna, completely unfazed. He was used to her rushing off to 'blow off some steam' after every feeding session, either in her room or the bathroom. Still, having a beautiful, well-endowed woman pleasuring herself, very vigorously from the intensity of her barely-contained moans and panting, just behind a closed door would've been quite arousing. But, being an undead, he was devoid of any desires of the flesh. At most, he found her actions amusing. And, if one were to approach it logically, it was. A grown woman twitching and quivering as she rubbed a strangely shaped massager to her groin, inserting it into her vaginal cavity to produce fairly disturbing noises while moaning and making frankly grotesque faces as her body finally shudders, legs flying erratically, stomach muscles convulsing madly, drool dripping down her slack jaw, eyes rolled back and the whites showing, and screaming at the top of her lungs? If one did not know better, it wouldn't be wrong to assume that she'd been possessed. In fact, that was what he'd thought when he had walked in on her for the first time and tackled her. Only after orgasming had her mind cleared enough to take in the situation and assure him that, no, she wasn't possessed, and then explain to him, at length and with great vigor, the importance of knocking before waltzing into a room.
He was reading a manga when she emerged from the shower an hour later in her white bathrobe. Steam from her still-wet hair as she rushed to get beneath the thick blanket, teeth chattering.
"S-ss-oo c-cold!" She stammered between shallow breaths, snuggling up to him. Quite pointless, since his body was at the same tepid temperature as the blanket. But her post-orgasm brain didn't realise that in her hormone-induced need to find something to snuggle. Tired from work, the Blood Art working on her body, and multiple orgasms, then a long, hot shower and now tucked inside a warm blanket, it is not a surprise that she fell asleep almost immediately, her head resting on his chest. She breathed lightly, making a soft sound every time she exhaled.
