Striga watched her girlfriend from the kitchen, they had spent a few hours cleaning the house and now were resting. Morana was on the couch, reading, when Striga walked over and sat with her. The taller vampire pulled Morana's feet onto her lap, massaging them and her shins gently.
The soft groan that came out of the smaller woman made Striga grin. “I love your hands. I might marry you just for them.”
“Oh? And not for anything else like my looks or charming personality?” Striga pouted playfully, chuckling when she got bonked on the head gently with a book btu she didn’t stop working the tensions out of her feet and legs.
“You know I love all of you, even if I want to murder you sometimes... You’re my heathen so I have to put up with it all.” Morana glared playfully at Striga before she broke into giggles and sat up to kiss said heathen. “I love you even when you struggle to love yourself.”
She sighed and nodded, pale hands holding dark ones. “And I will always be glad for it, having you close on my bad days helps endlessly. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Striga didn’t really get dysphoric but sometimes she hated how big she was, she hated that people just saw her as a dumb, giant brute. But not Morana, she only ever saw Striga for her witty comebacks and gentle hold. She was warm and safe, she was home to Morana and Striga felt the same about her. “You keep me in the here and now, stop me from getting lost in myself and I can’t ever thankyou enough.”
“Don’t thank me, I like making you love yourself more. It helps me be a better person too.” Sitting on Striga’s lap, Morana pulled her in for a slow kiss and enjoyed her warmth. “you’re at the point of being comfortably naked around me and that’s so much better than when we first met, you were so shy and closed off.”
Striga hummed and nodded, blushing slightly as she rubbed Morana's thighs. “About that... I think I’m ready for more.” She looked at Morana with a soft smile. “I want to try sex.” The larger woman wasn’t expecting to be almost tackled in a deep kiss and laughed softly as Morana pulled back.
“Look at you, you’ve come so far.” The darker woman stood and held a hand out to her. “Come, let's go to bed.” She smiled and led Striga to their room, closing the door before gently helping her out of her clothes, gasping slightly when they were both naked. “I’ll never get used to your beauty.”
“Me either.” The giant woman lifted Morana to set her on the bed. “You’re more beautiful than any god.” She kissed her chest gently. “You’ll guide me right, tell me if I do something wrong?”
“Yeah, and you won't do anything wrong.” Morana sighed and nodded, running her fingers through the pitch-black softness of Striga’s hair. “I’ll guide you always love, just follow your instincts.” Striga nodded, pulling back only to grab the lube before laying Morana down and kissing her gently before slowly kissing and nipping down her chest. They had talked about sex enough for Striga to know what her partner liked so that helped a lot, gave her the confidence she needed. She kissed and licked a dark nipple as she rubbed circles over the other with her thumb, listening to Moranas happy sighs. The taller vampire would have stayed there happily the whole time, but Morana had other plans and gently pushed her face down to her core. “Don’t be such a tease, you heathen.”
Striga chuckled and nodded, swallowing her nerves and kissing Morana’s clit gently. The gasp she got in response to the action filled Striga with confidence and she did it again, kissing and licking that little bundle of nerves while she slowly pushed a finger into her. “Are you okay?”
Morana swore something in Arabic before she remembered her English. “If you stop now, I will kill you.” Laughing softly Striga went back to raining love down on the woman under her, slowly adding more fingers and curling them as she rubbed that spot in her she knew drove Morana wild. “Oh shit, Striga.” Morana gasped and tangled her fingers in that dark mane as she hooked a leg over her back, muttering something in Arabic which Striga translated to ‘don’t stop’.
But Striga was feeling just a little cruel and did stop, she pulled back a little to cover her cock in lube, ignoring the needy whine from Morana before pushing in slowly with a groan, she sat at about halfway and panted heavily as she waited for Morana to adjust before sliding in and once again waiting. When Morana nodded and reached for her Striga lent down to hold Morana as she rolled her hips slowly, the broken moan she heard was like music and told her to keep going. The taller woman groaned and pressed her face into the crook between Morana’s neck and shoulder to kiss and nip, tasting the others skin as she rolled her hips in a slow and deep drag that had Morana winding tighter and tighter like a spring as she grew louder and louder until that spring snapped and she cried out in a scream, her nails dragging biting into Strigas skin and helping her over that peak and into bliss.
They collapsed together panting and laughing before Striga pulled out gently and grabbed a damp washcloth to clean them up and laid with her, holding Morana close and kissing her slowly. “Thank you love, that was amazing... Was I okay for you?” She was suddenly feeling nervous that she wasn’t good enough.
“I can’t feel my legs.” Morana laughed and brushed back that wild mane of darkness of her lover. “You were amazing darling.”
Laughing her heathen nuzzled Morana and relaxed, pulling the covers up to keep them warm. “Good, thank you.”
“You’re welcome my love.” She kissed the taller woman’s nose then her lips. “I’m proud of how far you have come my darling.”
Striga hummed and sighed happily. “I’m proud of me too.”