Francisca, also known as Kika, woke up in her partner Misha's bed in rural Vermont. The wind outside was not howling. But, every so often, it would hiss against the window panes to remind her she was better off in bed. Next to her, Mikhail, who everyone called Misha, was still asleep. He was wrapped in the dark flannel sheets and quilt, turned away from her body. The sun shone blankly on the snow outside, providing light but not much heat.
She got up to use the bathroom. After she washed her hands, she brushed her teeth and contemplated how to help her Misha. Once, he had thought of her as a spoiled princess and she knew him to be a horrible thug. Not anymore. They had learned to be sweet and gentle with each other.
Misha had been going through a very hard time lately. Misha and Kika were both vampires and did not age. Years ago, they had even been enemies. With Kika's help, Misha had reunited with the family he had abandoned. Since 2017, he was a regular fixture at birthdays, dance recitals, weddings -- literally anywhere he was invited. He had become a family man after so many years of mistakes.
And now, his daughter Svetlana had died at the age of eighty-four. She had not wanted the dark gift of vampirism, like most people didn't when they were fully informed about the lifestyle. Misha wasn't sure if Svetlana ever truly forgave him. His granddaughter and great-grandchildren loved him, but Svetlana had grown up without him. The damage was done.
Four weeks ago, Svetlana died unexpectedly in her sleep. Misha had been complying with the grieving process, but Kika knew he wasn't done. They had been friends for years before becoming lovers. They had gone through so much together that Kika felt sure he would feel comfortable being emotional in front of her, but he wasn't. Not all the time.
Misha had been in a sour mood yesterday, but insisted it wasn't because of his grief. He had even growled at her over dinner, like a Carpathian bear. Kika sighed at the memory as she got back into bed. She didn't know when he would accept any kindness from her, but she had hoped it would be soon.
As she folded herself into the flannel crepe of bedsheets, she had a different memory come up. When they had first started their romantic relationship two years ago, he had told her that he had gone to a dominatrix for therapy at some point. He had needed to confess his past crimes, so he asked her to whip it out of him. How had he put it? He hated feeling vulnerable but he loved orgasms.
Kika slid her magenta satin nightgown off over her head to reveal all of her creamy caramel skin. Her body was curvy and toned. The only thing she didn't like about it was her C-section scar. She edged closer to Misha, persuading him with a gentle tug to roll over to face her. He acquiesced without making a sound or opening his eyes. The only sound in the whole house was the wind occasionally taunting the glass panels of the windows. Kika admired his long torso and broad chest. His arms had traces of brown hair and prison tattoos, but she knew the man underneath them was no longer gruff or scary.
She positioned her pillow a little higher up, almost as if she were going to read in bed, but instead, she pulled Misha closer to her. His cheek was against her bare breasts. His brow furrowed and he opened his eyes to check if there really was a boob in his face. He grinned at her mischievously. It reminded her of the first time they were together in bed. She had said to him, "It looks like your cock has a really big head under your foreskin." He had given her that same devilish smile, arched an eyebrow at her, and glanced downwards, inviting her to have a look. She liked his playful humor in bed, but that wasn't what she was going for today.
Misha rested his cheek against her breast and wrapped an arm around her hip. Kika curled her right arm around him and stroked his hair. With her left hand, she gently caressed his cheek. She gave an affectionate little humming sound and moved her hips closer against him as well. Then, she used her left hand to caress her breasts and gently stimulate one of her nipples. Misha smiled with sleep still in his eyes and parted his lips. She whispered a very soft "yeah…" and rubbed her nipples against his lips. Her wavy black hair formed a curtain around them. Misha's hand started massaging her tits now and he enveloped a nipple with his mouth.
Kika moaned sweetly, still caressing his hair and forehead with her right hand. She praised him faintly.
"Yeah, that's good… mmm, yeah… you like my hard nipple in your mouth? You can suck it. Mmm… suck on it, it's okay…" she whispered. She liked how hot his mouth felt on her tits and found that the light kissing sounds were erotic and calming at the same time. "Mmm… yeah… keep going…" she told him.
Misha was squeezing each of her breasts and admiring their dark pink nipples with pinches of his fingers. He sucked on each of them, first grabbing her entire breast and shoving in towards his mouth. He licked those nipples, sucked them, smacked his lips on them, and moaned lightly. The house was still, quiet, and warm.
He tried to reach for her panties, but she leaned her hips away from him slightly.
"It's okay… doesn't that feel good?" she whispered, once again aiming her tits at his face. She was getting aroused herself. She wanted him to touch her pussy, but not yet. "Yeah… yeah…?" she cooed softly. Now, she ran her fingers down his chest and stomach, reaching for his cock but he was too tall.
Misha smiled and dragged his hips up a few inches while he continued sucking her tits and kneading them in his hand. Kika's fingers reached under the waistband and gripped his cock. He was already at half-mast. She smiled at him and encouraged him some more.
"Mmm… yeah, that feels nice, doesn't it?" she cooed again, lowering her voice. She started jerking him off with a loose grip but got progressively firmer as they went on, his lips still sucking on her nipples, coaxing them to stay hard with little sweeps of his tongue. "Yeah… so big and hard…"
Misha's hips pushed his erection up further and harder in between her fingers. Kika could feel his mushroom tip head coming out of his foreskin and start to dribble precum. He made a deep growling sound from the back of his throat and made another move to take down her panties, but she quieted him.