User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171110220627

Tirush's breath envelops Imperia's face, traveling down the nape of her neck with every purr. A rivulet of liquid fire, thin as a thread, rolls from her slightly parted lips and down her chin, dripping onto the breast of Imperia's blouse. It burns like a white hot kiss in a winter's night, tingling and sizzling as it flickers.

Their eyes are locked for only a moment longer. Tirush smiles.

She growls like a hungry beast. Without warning, her huge, taloned paw grabs Imperia's arm and holds her, pressing her against the wall. Her other hand reaches up and begins pulling down her dress, slowly, until one of her breasts is free.

Looking up at her, she slowly bends down and licks it, her long tongue moving across it, exploring. She leans in and, pressing her lips close to it in a kiss, gently bites her prey while pulling her close into an intimate, unbreakable, dominant hold...