Anastasia Romanov |Lesbian Story| (The Sequel)

Chapter 3

The misty air around the ballroom had thickened with more scent of alcohol and the smell of fresh blood. The golden light had dimmed down, making the atmosphere even more appealing.

I watched the vampires enjoy their feast and music, laughing and talking nonsense to one another.

Before I knew it, Jean and Estella had become each other's company. Each had a human slave by their sides, ready to serve their needs. I was too preoccupied with my own lust to even care.

The girl sitting on my lap began to move, gently rubbing her heated private against me. She bravely took my face in her hands.

"I want you to have more of me."

The punctured skin on her neck had stopped bleeding and healed. The only thing that reminded me of my feeding was the traces of red blood that smeared our lips when we kissed.

"Who's the naughty one now?" I said in a raspy voice.

"Your Highness, please," she coaxed again softly, giving me a pouty look. Her hand played with the button of my blouse. "This is my first time seeing you in person and also my luck to be your servant. Anyone would be jealous. They wish to be in my place right now. Who doesn't want to be with the beautiful Russian princess?"

I chuckled and squeezed her round little bum, pulling her into me closer.

"What's your name, girl?" I asked, staring into her light green eyes.

"Lyra."

"Mmm...Lyra," I mused, cupping her chin in my hand. "You have no idea what kind of a princess I am. But I couldn't say 'no' to such a face."

Before she could reply, my hand was already slithering under her short plaid skirt, and my touch on her smooth skin made her eyelids flutter and her breaths hitch.

One of my hands stroked her thigh and then went further to her secret place. The girl shivered in my arms.

When I reached her golden mound, my face broke into a wide grin. I was amused by the dew point of her wet cotton panties. Lyra sighed and closed her eyes as my fingers traced gently along her softness.

"Ohh...my..." she sighed again and bit her bottom lip while I stared up at her flushed face. Her neck tilted back, exposing her newly healed skin. I could see her pulse beat in excitement.

"Is this your first time?" I asked.

"No." She blushed and breathed harder. "My master has had me before, but it wasn't very...oh god."

She felt my fingers slithered inside her panties and eased it aside. I smiled at her cold slippery wetness that concentrated between her parted legs. The great amount of her nectar dripped and coated my hand within seconds.

This innocent-looking human girl did know how to work herself for me, and that made me feel even more wickedly amused.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite patient today," I warned Lyra. "Let's just see how long you could handle me."

Claire's voice called from another table, "By the look on her face, I bet she won't last three minutes." I turned my head to her. She had a glass of wine in one hand while her other hand was grabbing a mob of brunette hair of another girl kneeling between her opened thighs.

"Look away, pervert," I said.

Estella laughed. She had just finished feeding on a healthy-looking boy. A daze look lingering on his face made me a bit worried that he might die, but I knew it was stupid to care. This wasn't my first orgy with those lusty bloodsuckers, and I was just one of them.