40A/N: And here is the last chapter! Sorry it took me so long. As usual, life got in the way. Just to let you know, there is smut, so just a warning.
Within a second, Tara had the water going in the enormous bathtub. She also dumped in some salts and oils to make the water flagrant. While she waited for it to fill up, she approached her naked maker from behind and wrapper her arms around her.
"Are you sure we'll make it to the tub?" Pam drawled in her lovely Southern accent. Tara's hand had drifted to Pam's fair stomach and had started to stroke it gently.
"You make it sound as if we're horny teenagers," Tara said with a chuckle. She placed a kiss to maker's neck and reveled how it made Pam shiver.
"Well, you are just a baby vamp. However, I do like your baby vamp hormones. I can practically feel your desire every moment of every day," Pam whispered and closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of her progeny.
Pam had been so hell-bent on making love with Tara, but now she was content just to relax in her arms. She felt so safe when she was with Tara. So loved. She leaned her head back and relaxed against her lover.
Tara felt the calming aura of Pam wash over their bond, and several emotions swelled up in her heart. She tightened her grip on her maker and bit back a moan as Pam's full backside pressed into her front.
The lily-white body that she had in her arms was soft and smooth. Tara practically had to force herself to keep her hands on her maker's stomach. The waft of lavender reached her nose, and both women's fangs dropped unexpectedly.
Tara removed her arms from her maker and turned off the water. She tried to hide her fangs so that she wouldn't seem like a horny boy on prom night.
Pam walked up to her and touched her chin lightly. "I'm glad I made you. I wouldn't want it to be anyone else," she said sincerely.
Beaming with pride, Tara leaned in and kissed Pam on the cheek. "I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to make me," she responded. One of her hands went to Pam's back, and Tara picked her up gently and stepped into the tub. She gently lowered Pam onto the bench inside the tub.
Pam threw her head back and closed her eyes. "This hot water feels heavenly." Tara moved so that she was straddling her maker, and Pam's eyes snapped open. They traveled to the tip of Tara's head down to her lovely cocoa breasts with their darkened tips. Her tongue licked her lips, and something changed in her eyes.
Tara leaned in and paused right before she reached Pam's lips. The pink lips of her maker, that looked so supple and inviting. Her hands reached up to cup Pam's face, and gingerly pressed her lips against Pam's.
Their lips moved against each other languidly. Tara's thumbs gently stroked Pam's face, and several emotions poured into their bond.
Tara opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against Pam's lips, and stroked them gently. Pam parted her lips to receive Tara's tongue, and moaned softly. Their tongues danced and played with each other, until it became more passionate.
Tara slid her hands down to Pam's breasts and started playing with them. She squeezed them gently and used her fingertips to pinch the nipples. She plucked and rolled them around, and looked up to see the enraptured expression on Pam's face. Pam's throaty moans only encouraged her further.
"Tara," Pam breathed out. She reached out to touch Tara, but Tara pinned her hands down.
"My turn," her progeny growled. That was the last think Pam heard before she saw Tara's head duck underneath the water. Pleasure instantly shot through her whole body as lips fastened around her nipples. It felt like two mouth at once pleasuring her, but she knew that it was just Tara moving at vamp speed.
Pam wanted so badly to clutch Tara's head while her progeny made love to her breasts. The hot water only added to the intense sensation, and she felt as if she was on her way to O Land.
As she relaxed and enjoyed the sensations that Tara was creating within her. "Tara," she moaned loudly. She could feel Tara smile against her breasts.
When she felt Tara leave her breasts, she groaned in disappointment. Then she felt Tara's tongue trail a path downwards.
"Oh god, what are you doing to me?" Pam moaned as Tara reached her hip.
Tara was going to go farther but stopped instead. This isn't how she wanted it. She lifted her head out of the water and pressed a loving kiss to Pam's lips.
Pam opened her eyes and looked at her progeny in confusion.
"Not yet," Tara responded, and Pam looked like she was about to throttle her. "I'm going to take my time with you. Make you work for it," she purred. Pam felt her center clench in excitement.
"You tricky little devil. I see you've inherited my wicked side as well," Pam said, giving her progeny a look that made grown men drop to their feet. Tara just pressed a kiss to Pam's temple.
"Turn around," she ordered. "So I can wash you." Pam did as she said, and Tara grabbed a loofah from the edge of the tub. She squirted some of the hotel provided body wash on it and went to work gliding it over Pam's body.
She took her time and avoided any sensitive spots. She teased by bringing the loofah close and then diverting it. Pam's frustrated sighs were entertaining.
"Goddamn it, Tara! If you do that one more time, then I'm going to-oh!" Tara's other hand stroked Pam's clit to distract her. She only did it once more and removed her hand.
She moved away from Pam, so she could wash her own body. Pam glared at Tara while she took care of her own hygiene needs.
When Tara was done, she stood up and stepped out the tub. She held out her hand for Pam to follow, and helped her out. She slowly dried Pam off with a towel and did the same to her body.
She lifted Pam in her arms, and the blonde immediately wrapped her legs around Tara's waist. She captured Tara's lips and proceeded to kiss the hell out of her. She nibbled on her progeny's lower lip and bit down gently.
Tara blurred them into the bedroom and deposited Pam onto the bed. Tara crawled on top of her and proceeded to place kisses all over her maker's body. She worshipped Pam's body with her cocoa lips. She took delight in hearing Pam's moans as her kisses left burning trails all over Pam's soft body.
Tara took a pink nipple into her mouth and lavished it with her tongue. Body twisting and wiggling under Tara's ministrations, Pam lifter her head to beg.
"Jesus, Tara! Just fuck me, please!" Tara's head lifted with a triumphant smirk on her face. Finally, after all the fights and tense moments, she successfully managed into her willing slave.
She finally decided to oblige her maker and trailed a path down to Pam's center. Placing soft kisses down a milky-white thigh, Tara's tongue finally reached its destination.
Pam cried out as Tara's lips sucked on her clit. Her deft tongue started flicking it slowly.
Tara was in heaven. She had been waiting so long for this, and now that she had it she felt in like she was in heaven. She was so wrapped up in Pam's scent and taste. Her maker's scent was intoxicating, and her nectar was as sweet as honey. She licked and kissed all over her maker's slit, varying her speeds. But she made sure, that Pam didn't go over the edge. She thrust her tongue inside maker and moved it in and out.
Pam thrashed all over the bed practically screaming in pleasure. Her nails dug into the sheets, tearing them as she was consumed by the pleasure. She could feel herself approaching the edge, and right as she was about there, Tara removed her mouth.
Pam screamed and cursed Tara's name for this torture, when she felt something hard probing her entrance. She looked up to see Tara sporting a pink strap-on. She felt herself get even wetter as she realized what Tara was about to do.
Tara thrust in without warning and filled Pam to the hilt. Pam had never felt so full in her life. She moved her hips against the thing and was delighted to discover that it was ribbed and had small nubs all over. The ridges rubbed against her sensitive walls, and Pam feared she might come then and there.
Instead of thrusting in and out, Tara moved her hips in a circle making sure that the toy rubbed against Pam's clit. Pam's hips arched off the bed from the sensations. She wanted to cum so badly, but Tara wasn't letting her. As if reading her mind, Tara pinned down Pam's hips and started thrusting in and out of her.
Whenever she felt that Pam was close, she would slow her movements to the point where it left Pam frustrated. Then she would move faster, and then slow again. She did this several times, marveling at Pam's beautiful body below her.
Tara took in Pam's swollen lips, tousled hair, perky breasts, and smooth white skin. She stilled inside her maker and moved in to kiss her, but Pam stubbornly moved her head to avoid her lips.
Tara slammed into her, and Pam shrieked in surprise. "Again!" she demanded, but Tara was back to her slow pace.
"Please, Tara! I'm begging you!" she sobbed. Tara had been teasing her for the better part of an hour, and now Pam just wanted release. Tara looked at the state of her maker and gave in.
She started thrusting at an inhuman speed, and Pam's eyes flew open in surprise. She thrust her hips in time with Tara's and soon enough she cried out. But Tara didn't stop. She kept thrusting hard into her maker and watched Pam's breasts bounce up and down. As Pam convulsed around the strap-on, Tara pushed a button to make it vibrate it.
This instantly carried Pam over to a second orgasm, and a third one. That didn't stop Tara. She pulled out quickly and turned Pam over so that she was on her hands and knees. She shoved the toy back in even though it was still vibrating. This new angle allowed her to thrust deeper and harder into Pam.
The harness vibrated as well as the toy and Tara felt her own orgasm coming on. She sped up her pace so that it was a blur, and both her and Pam were screaming and moaning as the pleasure overwhelmed them.
Pam collapsed on the bed, but Tara still kept going. She had held so much back these past few days, with all the touches and kisses between them. All that pent up energy that she saved for tonight came rushing out.
Pam could do nothing but lie on the bed and take it. She felt herself building up to another orgasm. She wanted it so badly, but she was tired as well. She could feel that this one would be the biggest of them all. She just needed to get there.
Tara slowed her pace until she was slowly moving in and out of Pam. She wanted this to last, so she took her sweet time pleasuring her maker. She placed kisses down her maker's back and reached around to stroke Pam's clit. The strap-on already had a part attached to it that stimulated Pam's clit, but she wanted to touch her maker's clit one more time. She turned off the vibrations and slowly moved. She touched Pam's clit lightly and gently.
She brought her lips to Pam's ear and whispered, "You like that don't you. Being fucked like this. You like me dominating you. Bringing you to the edge, then preventing you from falling off. You like it when I'm in control." Pam grunted her in response, not caring what Tara said.
"How about if that little fangbanger comes in and eats you out while I fuck you? Would you like that? Would that get you off?" Tara teased. Pam groaned at the thought of the young woman licking her while Tara took her from behind.
"Fuck, Tara," P am managed to get out. She was so close.
"How about if she played with your breasts while I ate you out or fucked you? Would you enjoy that?" Tara asked, and picked up her pace. She was tiring.
"Fuck yes!" Pam screamed as she came from the umpteenth time. Tara let herself succumb to her own orgasm and kept thrusting until Pam was done.
She collapsed next to her maker, but stayed buried inside her.
"I love you, Tara. I fucking love you," Pam confessed. She brought Tara in a for a tender kiss.
Tara placed a kiss to her neck. "I love you too, Pamela. Now let's get some rest."
"I have one more thing to say," Pam said. Tara's head perked up.
"What?"
"You, sir, are no gentleman," Pam said with a straight face, trying not to smile. Tara erupted into laughter and took her lover into her arms. They held each other and fell into a deep sleep.
The End
A/N: And that's all folks! I hoped you like my story. Review, Favorite, and all that jazz.
