Dominique x Jeanne

With You (Smut)

Dominique looked up at Jeanne, feeling so out of place in the position she was in but wanting nothing more than for it to last forever. Jeanne's eyes, so gorgeous this close, stared down at Dominique with an intensity entirely foreign to her. No one had ever looked at Domi like that and she wasn't quite sure what to do now that someone was. It sent her heart racing and a shiver down her spine, telling her this was right.

But a voice in her head, a voice that sounded like all her family members at once, wouldn't stop screaming that this should stop. Jeanne was a borreau. A woman. Fooling around was fine, goodness knows how much of that Veronica and Antoine did, but falling in love? Unacceptable. She was a de Sade. She had a duty and if she could not be as useful as her siblings the least she could do was bear heirs with a respectable man no less.

"Lady Dominique?" Jeanne asked and Domi blinked back to awareness. Her focus once again upon the other woman.

"Just Dominique, please. You don't have to be so formal while we're alone and... like this."

Jeanne smiled wide, "of course, Dominique."

Jeanne seemed to savour saying her name, speaking it with undeniable reverence and affection. Domi flushed, feeling foolish for being embarrassed by such a simple thing, before getting back to the matter at hand.

"Ah, I know I told you this but I'm not very experienced so I apologise, uh-"

Jeanne leaned forward, closing the small gap that had separated them. Her lips brushed Domi's gently, waiting for a positive response before deepening the kiss. It was slow and sweet, Dominique following Jeanne's lead as best she could, finding the voices getting quieter as she continued. Eventually, she found one of her hands threading through Jeanne's soft hair, pulling her closer somewhat shyly. The two broke apart after who knows how long, breathless but desperate to keep going.

"Dominique is it okay if I-?" Jeanne's hand hovered over the buttons on Domi's nightgown.

Dominique nodded in affirmation and watched as Jeanne undid each button, nearly driven mad as she felt Jeanne's hands brush softly against her neck, stomach and legs as she worked her way down painfully slow. When the last button came loose Jeanne pushed the nightgown to the sides, leaving Dominique frightfully bare. Never had she been seen like this in such an intimate context. Dominique would have curled up to hide the most intimate parts of herself but Jeanne was looking at her as though she was something precious and beautiful and she found her lips curling into a smile.

Dominique pulled Jeanne back to her for another kiss, tugging at Jeanne's nightclothes as she did, hoping the message got across. Luckily, Jeanne understood and soon she had stripped down to nothing before quickly returning to their kissing. Dominique found her hands wandering over the planes of Jeanne's body, as Jeanne did the same with her. Domi found herself distressingly thrilled by Jeanne's body. Defined muscles in her arms and legs and stomach but soft skin, breasts and backside.

After a while Jeanne pulled back from the kiss and licked a stripe up Dominique's neck. A silent request for consent and a warning of her intentions. In reply Dominique held Jeanne close and angled her neck in assistance. A moment later there was a sharp twinge of pain followed by an embarrassingly loud groan from Domi as Jeanne bit down. She felt the warm liquid dribbling down her neck and across Jeanne's lips even as Jeanne tried her best to swallow every drop that leaked out.

"Jeanne," Domi said shakily. "I want your blood as well."

Jeanne didn't remove her teeth from Dominique, her only reply a low moan that Dominique took for assent. Domi brought a hand into Jeanne's already mussed hair and guided her to a position that would let her keep drinking from Domi while Domi returned the favour. The moment Jeanne's blood flooded her mouth she wished she had tried it sooner. It tasted better than any she'd had before. Dominique drank greedily, making a mess as she swallowed around her own gasps and moans.

Jeanne pulled away first, letting Domi continue for a moment before she too withdrew her fangs. They looked at each other for a moment, blood staining their lips and dripping down their necks. Dominique was messier than Jeanne, blood pooling at her collarbone and splattered over her chest. Jeanne kissed Dominique again, the blood on their lips mixing together.

Jeanne disconnected from Domi's mouth and started to trail kisses downwards from her neck, lapping up excess blood as she went. Domi jerked when Jeanne's tongue ran over her nipple and Jeanne pulled away immediately.

"Don't stop," Dominique all but whispered, embarrassed by having to say it.

Jeanne didn't seem to have trouble hearing her though and resumed her ministrations swiftly. As Jeanne continued to tease Dominique's nipple her hand crept lower until it was resting between her legs. Gently she pressed down, not quite penetrating, giving Dominique the opportunity to tell her to stop.

"Jeanne, please!" Domi managed to choke out, grinding down on Jeanne's finger.

Jeanne pushed her finger inside and she moved to kiss Dominique on the mouth once again. As Jeanne began to gently move her finger they arched against each other, seeking as much contact as they could. Dominique's arms found their way around Jeanne's neck, one hand fisted in her hair. When Jeanne added a second finger Dominique gasped, breaking their kiss for just a moment before resuming. The kiss was messy, both women too distracted to care.

"Jeanne," Dominique breathed as they separated, "I love you."

"I love you too," Jeanne answered, planting another kiss on Dominique's mouth, this one short and sweet.

Then Jeanne was moving down, until her head was between Domi's thighs. She began to kiss and lick at her inner thighs, teeth occasionally grazing the soft skin but never biting down. Jeanne was holding back, knowing that if she tasted blood again her attention would be diverted. When Dominique was about to tell Jeanne to please hurry up Jeanne removed her fingers and her mouth finally moved to the right place.

Jeanne's tongue dipped into Dominique's pussy and Dominique shuddered at the intrusion. She moaned in encouragement as Jeanne worked on her clit. Before Dominique knew it her orgasm was approaching, only aided by Jeanne inserting a finger to work beside her tongue. She cried out Jeanne's name as she came, settling heavily against the sheets as Jeanne pulled out.

And with that contact between them broken suddenly a wave of mortification overcame Dominique. She had finished so quickly. She covered her burning face with her arms and tried not to groan at her own embarrassment.

"Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" Jeanne asked, leaning over Dominique to check that she was okay.

Domi carefully moved her arms away from her face, "Yes... I'm fine. You were wonderful, Jeanne." Dominique's eyes flicked over Jeanne's body briefly, "I suppose I should return the favour?"

Jeanne pressed Dominique down gently, "No, I think that's enough for now. You look really worn out."

And she was right. Dominique was worn out. Jeanne lay down beside her on the bed, resting her head on her arm and looking so lovestruck that Dominique felt heat rising in her cheeks yet again. Jeanne reached out to brush stray hair from Domi's cheek, smiling lazily.

"Jeanne, I really do love you. Please... stay with me."

"Forever." Jeanne replied.