“Yes.”
“And you want to take it out on me, but as Arwen?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“You want to fuck Arwen,” Cassia corrected.
“Yes.”
“Because you’re so angry with her for fucking Iro? Are they doing it right now?” Cassia asked.
“Probably. I couldn’t tell. But the way they kissed, it was like they couldn’t stop and had to get inside.”
“I see,” Cassia said and removed Zara’s shirt. “Here?”
“Yes. On the floor in front of the fire.”
“You want to fuck me, do you? Hard and fast, and maybe make it hurt, too?”
“Yes,” she replied before she pulled off her bra, stood, and removed her shoes, socks, jeans, and panties.
“You are certainly eager. It’s not usually my thing. I like it when a woman really, really wants it but resists just a little. How about this?” Cassia asked and spread her legs.
Zara looked down and noticed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her skirt.
“I rarely put them on around here anymore. Not much of a point.” Cassia smirked. “You make me come with that sweet, sweet mouth of yours, and I’ll tell you a story. I think you’ve earned my story. Then, after, I’ll let you fuck me as hard as you want. I’ll look like her, sound like her; I’ll do anything you want.”
“Fuck,” Zara let out and knelt in front of her. “What story?”
“I can trust you, right? I want to be able to trust you. I feel like I can. I trust so few people, Zara, but you seem different to me. You seem to want something so much that you’d doanything to get it, and that’s something that I can understand. I’ve promised you that I won’t hurt your Arwen, even though she’s standing between me and my Iro.”
“Because Iro wouldn’t forgive you, not because of me,” Zara noted, spreading Cassia’s legs farther apart. “Why do you smell so good to me?”
Cassia laughed a deep, throaty laugh and said, “Because I made you.”
Zara looked up in confusion.
“It’s not a special power or anything. When I tell you that Amy will probably be interested in women at some point in her immortality, that’s true. But part of the reason why it’s true is that a woman created her. We always love the scent of our creators. It’s one of the reasons Iro gave in to me not all that long after she lost that awful human love of hers. Now…” Cassia pointed between her legs. “My story is one that not even Iro knows. It was never important or relevant to tell her, and Iro has a way of judging, even when she’s trying not to, so I have kept this to myself. I’m going to tellyoumy story because I believe this will bring us closer together, Zara. I’d like us to be closer; to really know one another as we embark on this journey to get our loves back. Lick me, sweetheart.”
Zara looked down and leaned in.
“Yes, I love that tongue,” Cassia said as she sank back into the sofa. “Now, what Iro believes is different than the truth, thanmytruth. She wasn’t as strong as you in the beginning. Her heart was broken very differently from yours. You see, the woman she loved back then had only just died, and Iro couldn’t handle the truth. She could barely handle her own immortality. Had I not loved her so and taken such good care of her, I think she would have put a silver stake in her heart. The womanyoulove is still very much alive, and once Iro returns to me, Arwen will be all yours.” Cassia placed her hand on the back of Zara’s head. “I toldIro that I was born in Florence in 1450 to a noble family. Yes, just like that.”
Zara licked her harder, and Cassia seemed largely unaffected, outside of offering Zara words of encouragement.
“Now, that’s not entirely true,” Cassia continued. “And I’ll get to the real story shortly, but while Iro has been working on her investments, I’ve been silently working on things myself. Now, suck me hard.”
Zara did as she was told.
“Yes, like that, baby. So hard. Make it hurt.”
Zara sucked harder.
“Now, bite me. Suck there.”
Zara moved her mouth and bit down on the flesh of Cassia’s inner thigh.
“God, I love that so much,” Cassia said, pressing Zara’s head down into her thigh. “Don’t stop. Suck harder. I want it to hurt. I want to feel something. Anything.”
