In the new suite she’d spent a few minutes putting some clothes away and washing her face. She debated taking a shower but she figured she’d leave that until after feeding. She tried to keep herself busy, she turned on the tv and found a british show playing. Ironic but there was nothing better on so she left it as background noise.
As she relaxed on the bed, wearing one of the plush black robes provided she found her hand wondering. She was hungry yes, but hungry for more than just blood. As the show played on she turned to lay on her side, her hand sliding into her robe. She began to touch along her skin, her fingers grazing along her thigh and up along her ribs.
She found that she was more acutely aware of how her skin felt, every touch carrying its own unique charge. She groaned the moment her hand dipped below her abdomen, touching her own core. She hissed, her fingers moving with amazing speed against the tender folds. It was like a built in vibrator that she could set and be surprised by what it did.
She groaned again, rolling from her side to her stomach, the robe now more open and just loosely draped over her back. The faster her fingers moved the more she trembled and the more she whimpered. She closed her eyes, lost in the new sensation. Who knew even self pleasure as a vampire was this good?
“nnn….m-max” she whimpered, not even aware she was moaning his name as she kept touching herself.