Laura's First Taste

Out of chaos, a terrible beauty is born.

Laura lay awake one night. It’s as if she were coming out of the most pleasant of dreams. Even though she knew it was coming, General Spielsdorf’s visit was only a few days away, and it was pressing down on her heart. She even imagined that it was largely due to this that she was so sleepless. While her father reassured her that Carmilla could still visit, he didn’t understand that everything she had experienced-everything she knew over the past weeks-would amount to nought. It could never be, but she was desperate. She wanted to break down and cry. She yearned to be with-

“Hello, my darling.”

Those words were spoken by that beautiful voice that always had a way of putting Laura’s tensions at ease.

“Winter is coming. The nights are getting so long and cold without you.”

“I know, my darling Laura,” Carmilla said, stroking her, “but I’m here now. Don’t worry. So, what do you have for me in your journal today?”

Carmilla opened the leather binding and turned to the last page with writing on it.

“Oh, how she smiles like the sun,” she read out loud. “I admire how the breeze plays with her hair as I do, and how her lips taste better than the sweetest fruit.”

The words always sounded so pleasant in her voice.

“Oh, how I do revel in the blanket of your words,” she said as her nightgown dropped to the floor. Laura never tired of how tender Carmilla’s skin looked and how it shone so brightly in the moonlight. “I’d love to have them with me always,” she continued as she jumped into the bed and started helping Laura out of her nightgown, “as mementos of our beautiful relationship.”

“You’re worthy of so much more,” Laura replied.

The two women kissed, and Laura felt the shock of her excitement rushing through her. She wanted to cry out, but they could not be heard. Laura gripped Carmilla’s head near her own, in a passionate embrace, as the two’s breathing became more intense. Laura needed the taste of Carmilla’s lips, and the delicate pleasure of her-as Laura started to wonder whether she would feel Carmilla’s tongue inside her, she indeed felt an exploratory push into her mouth. Laura met her tongue with her own, and she could tell that Carmilla was as excited as she. The two women’s mouths were locked together so tightly, it helped to muffle their energetic breathing.

Once their lips parted, Laura began to eye Carmilla’s breasts with a ravenous hunger, as though she were a wolf converging upon her prey. She began to kiss the center of Carmilla’s bosom near the top of her breasts, feeling them tenderly with her hands as Carmilla did the same with her own. After that, she began to suck on Carmilla’s left nipple, desiring to drink the pleasure and beauty within her.

“My God!” Laura said, trying to keep from shouting it from the rooftops, although she really wanted to.

She then looked further down and saw Carmilla’s navel, that symbol of her origins and her lost humanity, so cute, so delicate, so enticing. She leaned in and kissed it tenderly a few times, then her tongue began to explore it. She had to taste it all, to possess it all within her. She moaned as she vigorously licked deep inside it and explored every captivating nook and cranny, holding Carmilla’s abdomen close as she felt Carmilla holding on to her as well.

Finally, Laura descended between Carmilla’s thighs, kissing them, looking longingly at what lay before her. Carmilla took her lips and invited Laura forward, prying them open. Laura looked ravenously at the pulsating, excited innards of Carmilla, that window to her heart and soul. Losing herself to Carmilla, she began licking furiously. Carmilla’s breathing became stronger and more rapid. As Laura continued stimulating her clit, she felt her mouth fill with her fluids. She didn’t know what love juices came out of vampires, but she didn’t care what it was-it felt good. It tasted good. It was good. It was Carmilla’s passion pouring into her mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, her eyes closed. Meanwhile, she groped Carmilla’s perfect rear with her hands, Carmilla holding onto the bed for dear unlife.

“Laura, please. I’m going to-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Carmilla’s body then lay there in exhaustion, but nevertheless clearly still in the throes of passion. Laura looked upon her, reveling in the fact that Carmilla was naked and exhausted in her very own bed. The two lovers lay beside each other, smiling and sharing a kiss. For a moment, Laura forgot all her pain, imagining that this paradise could last forever.

“Carmilla? Laura? Are you all right?” Mademoiselle Delafontaine’s voice could be heard saying outside. “I heard a horrible noise!”

“I apologize,” Laura began, “but Carmilla got a very bad headache. She wanted me to care for her.”

“Poor girl,” the governess replied. “It sounds like you’re handling it pretty well, though. You two get some good rest.”

With bated breath, Laura heard Mademoiselle Delafontaine’s footsteps receding into the distance. She exhaled.

“That was so wonderful, my precious darling,” Carmilla said, breaking the silence. “I think we are meant for each other. Don’t you?”

“But Carmilla,” Laura replied, the troubling reality settling back in. “Soon, we’ll be taken away from each other. I don’t know what to think...I still don’t know if this is all real.”

“My darling,” Carmilla said, touching Laura’s cheek and adopting that soothing tone that always made her feel better. “My feelings for you are real. Know that our love is forged in the fires of passion, and not even the fires of Hell can destroy it.”

With that, Laura began to smile a bit.

“With you, I don’t have to wear my mask. That says so much.”

“You are so beautiful,” Laura replied, “regardless of who you are.”

With that, the two women embraced, continuing to grin.