Carley glanced down at the dashboard, checking once again that she had over a half tank of gas. The client, a Ms. Holding, had been insistent on her coming all the way out here to sign the papers now sitting in the passenger seat, nestled beneath the laptop that held the rest of the information about selling the house. Safely stored in e-mail.

The trip however, had been long. It had been over an hour since she saw even a gas station with attached convenience store. She wouldn’t have minded even a cheap coffee right about now as she drove through the thick woodland that led out to the client’s home.

As she cruised along the road, the sky above darkened by storm clouds, the pouring of rain making the roads treacherous, she almost missed the driveway she had been searching for. A flash of lightning illuminated the green address sign, and the quaint wooden mailbox sitting at its mouth.

Turning in, she broke through the forest and saw the house she was about to sell for the first time in person, accompanied by the heavy clap of thunder. The files certainly looked prettier, taken during a beautiful summer’s day, but somehow, even in the dark of a storm with no lights on, the house looked comforting. Large and welcoming to any visitor that should happen upon it. All she needed now was to find someone with the cash to buy it, and the willingness to stay so far out of anywhere civilized. Maybe one of those rich authors.

Pulling up in front of the house, the rain pelted the windshield mercilessly, no longer defended by the over arching tree branches from out on the road. As she shut the car off, once more looking at the gas gauge before all the lights flicked into darkness, Carley reached over and grasped the file, and her laptop.

Wishing she had brought a rain jacket or something, she decided to leave the laptop behind for the moment. Maybe Ms. Holding had a computer inside she could use. Hopefully the woman would be understanding. Grasping the files tightly to her chest, Carley slipped out of the car and ran to the front door, hunched to protect the files as much as she could. Without them legible and signed, there was no deal, and she’d have to make the trip again.

The run was annoying in her heels, and the light gray jacket she wore had gone dark and soaked through, making the white blouse beneath stick to her skin within seconds of leaving the car. She swore silently to herself, before pushing the door bell.

Even as her finger depressed the small white button, nothing happened. Frowning, Carley tried once more, but again nothing happened. With another low curse, she raised a fist and knocked on the door. For a few moments, all Carley heard was the fall of rain, and the occasional clap of thunder chasing after the lightning. Thankful for the overhang above the front door, thick sheets of water running off its edges, Carley knocked again.

A faint voice called out from within, but Carley couldn’t make it out. She considered knocking once more when the door cracked open. A young woman’s face looked out from the parting, her brilliant blue eyes standing out even with the darkness.

“Yes?” the woman asked, her voice soft and comforting, and Carley felt just a bit of her tension slip away; she wasn’t sure what the client would be like, but it wasn’t this.

“Ms. Holding, I’m Carley Rice, from Hedge Front Real Estate. You asked me to come out here to sign the papers for selling your residence. Do you mind if I come in?” Carley asked, gesturing to the falling rain.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t expect you for a while longer yet. Of course, of course come in,” the woman said, stepping back and opening the door wide.

Carley smiled in thanks, slipped off her shoes. She noticed Ms. Holding’s eyes darting downwards, flowing from the bottom of her gray skirt and along the pantyhose covering her legs to her feet. There was a soft smile on the woman’s lips, and she turned and started walking deeper into the house.

“I can hang your jacket in the bathroom, let it dry a bit before you go,” she said, waving her hand towards a room off to the right down a narrow hall leading to the back of the house.

“Oh, no thank you Ms. Holding. I don’t plan to be here long.”

“Nonsense. So long as its this mucky out, I can’t morally let you leave. And please, called me Lillian, Ms. Holding just sounds too formal. Never was a fan of it,” she said, with a small delicate laugh as if at some private joke.

She moved towards a side room, and Carley followed, finding herself within the dining room of the house. It was dominated by a large oaken table, with flowers carved up the legs and along the edges. It truly was a beautiful piece, and in excellent condition. Along the walls were some odds and ends: vases, china displays and the like. It felt odd to see such a young and beautiful woman decorating in a manner Carley saw more often with those her own mother’s age. Though she wondered if the lights were on she might see some stacks of CDs in a corner, for much was hidden within the shadows.

Lillian struck a match, basking the room in soft light, pushing back the darkness of the storm without. The soft angles of her face were thrown into sharp relief, and she watched Carley carefully, even as the flickering flame of the long match touched to the wick of a tall candle. The soft glow was calming, despite the rain pounding on the glass of the windows, and the occasional blue fork arcing across the sky.

“Would you like something to drink dear? I have an excellent bottle red wine I’ve been dying to open, but haven’t had anyone to share it with,” Lillian said, as she finished lighting a third candle. She quickly blew out the match, leaving a thin trail of smoke curling towards the ceiling, the scent wafting through the room.

For a moment Carley thought on the situation. She was officially on the job, but Lillian was right; the storm was getting worse and if she were to wait it out a glass a wine certainly wouldn’t hurt. Besides, it would be rude to deny the hospitality.

“Sure,” she said with a gentle smile, and laid the mostly dry paperwork on the table.

“Give me a moment then to get some glasses and the bottle… and please let me take that jacket,” Lillian said, stepping closer. So close Carley could smell her, a faint and pleasant scent of lilacs which nearly overwhelmed the faintest hint of woodsmoke, accompanied by the fresh wash of the beige sweater she wore.

Slowly, Carley let her fingers slide up her front, undoing the buttons of her jacket. She felt Lillian’s eyes on her, watching her fingers move, and open the dark gray material to reveal the white beneath. The woman slowly, delicately, slid her hands over Carley’s shoulders, pushing the jacket off, and the agent felt a shiver run up her spine.

Another smile, and Lillian took the jacket, her hands sliding off Carley’s form and she walked away into the darkness of the house. With her host gone, Carley let out a slow breath, realizing only now how fast her heart was beating. She listened to Lillian moving through the house, even as she opened the files and laid out the paperwork that needed to be signed.

Even as she looked over the papers before her, her mind drifted gently back to the other woman’s smell, and the touch of her fingertips through thin cotton. Her eyes drifted closed for a minute, before she heard footsteps coming up behind her. Again the scent washed gently over her, before the gentle clink of wine glasses sounded on the table.

“This is what you need me to sign?” Lillian asked as she poured the wine into the two glasses.

“Yes, it’s all here, though there are some files I wanted to show you about offerings in the city, but those are in my e-mail,” Carley said.

“I would love to read them, but we’ll have to wait for the power to return,” Lillian said, leaning forward with pen held carefully in her fingers. Her hand gently settled over Carley’s, and the agent forced herself not to gasp at the cool touch of Lillian’s skin. She hoped it wasn’t noticed when her tongue almost subconsciously flicked out over her lips.

“Just here and here please,” she managed to say, surprised at how level she sounded, as she pointed to the few lines where she needed Lillian’s signature.

The other woman nodded slightly, and quickly scribbled in her name, her form leaning in close to Carley, her breast mere inches from her own form. The signature was hardly legible save for the swooping curves of the first ‘L’. As Lillian set the pen down and moved away, she slid her fingertips up Carley’s arm, and leaned close to her ear, her lips nearly grazing the skin.

“Come with me to the other room dove. It’s much more, comfortable,” she purred, before sliding her hand up Carley’s spine, shifting the soft material of the blouse against her skin and pausing for the slightest of moments at the clasp of her bra hidden beneath.

The real estate agent could only nod dumbly as she took her glass of wine and stood, following the gorgeous woman into the next room. Her eyes could not stop from roaming as Lillian bent over, lighting a new candle that sent wafts of cinnamon through the house, and poured herself a fresh glass of the wine. The blue jeans she wore looked so dark even in the candle light, so snug on her curves.

“Do sit down,” Lillian said, sipping from her glass, leaving a shimmer on her lips.

Carley let herself nearly fall, and drank most of her glass in a single pull. Lillian laughed gently, the sound rolling through Carley’s mind as it buzzed from the alcohol. The bottle came forth once more, and Lillian filled the agent’s glass once more before sitting beside her.

“I’ve not had a pleasant evening like this in some time. Wine and candlelight within a storm, and a beautiful woman to share the hours of the moon with,” Lillian said, and leaned forward, her breasts grazing over Carley’s own, her lips pressing against the agent’s cheek softly.

Hastily draining her glass once more and licking her lips, Carley turned to face the seductress beside her, gasping as a hand settled softly on her thigh. Finger tips played with flesh through her skirt.

She felt herself leaning forward, her eyes drifting closed, and let an almost inaudible groan slip into the shadows as she felt Lillian’s lips on her own. They were tender, and moist, tasting of wine.

The hand slid down to the hem of her skirt, and pushed it upwards until fingers toyed with the lacy tops of her stockings, slipping underneath to touch skin, Lillian’s chill a start contrast to the growing heat within her own body.

Lips parted, and the temptress let her tongue slide through, dancing slowly with Carley, as fingers moved tantalizingly close to her womanhood. They toyed with her panties, playing with the edges by her thighs, sliding upwards along to the hip, pushing further up under the skirt. It pulled another groan of desire, muffled by dancing tongues and pressing lips.

Feeling herself growing bolder, pulled into her own lust, Carley let her own tongue push forward, her own fingers sliding over the arch of Lillian’s hips and down to the curve of her rear, feeling it beneath her touch. As her tongue explored she felt the sharp point of teeth against her, nearly cutting into her tongue.

Her heart fluttered, her mind screamed at her to push away, but her libido had taken over and she only whimpered softly, feeling the top most button of her blouse undone, a single finger at the base of her throat and sliding downwards to the next, thumb aiding finger nimbly in undoing each button in their path. Finger sliding now into the cleavage held only by her bra, Carley felt herself clutching at Lillian’s sweater, nearly ripping it.

Finally the kiss broke as Lillian pulled away, standing before the couch and looking down with predatory eyes at the woman before her. She was still, twin fangs emerging gently from behind her lip, tantalizing in the candle light. Carley reached out desperately for this temptation of flesh, and felt her fingers latch into the waistband of her jeans.

Looking up at Lillian, the seduced let her fingers graze the skin beneath the denim, moving inwards towards the buttons, brushing against the soft wool of the sweater. Fumbling for a moment, she undid the button, and unzipped the pants between her and her lusts. Pulling downwards, Carley pulled the jeans off hips and down thighs, revealing the tempting black lace of panties beneath.

Mouth watering at the sight she leaned up, pushing sweater upwards to lay her lips upon the seductress’s skin, letting her tongue flick out to taste it, before moving down. Lillian gently stepped out of the puddle her pants had formed at her feet, and slid them under the table behind her, moaning softly as Carley kissed at her womanhood through lacy fabric.

Reaching down, Lillian took hold of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, shedding the last veil of false innocence that hid the sultry beauty beneath. Carley looked upwards, breath caught by the pale cream of breast hidden beneath the raven black of lace.

Raising off the couch herself, she let her lips move upwards over the flat expanse of Lillian’s belly, tongue teasing into the navel as her fingers ghosted around to her back, feeling every inch of skin on the way. Delicate fingers pushed the blouse from her shoulders, caught by her own elbows. Carley groaned as her lips traversed over the swell of encased breast, feeling palms slide down over her shoulder blades, fingers hooking into the strap of her bra.

Carley’s back arched, pushing her own soft mounds beneath Lillian’s, feeling the clasp come free as she found the temptress’s own. Slowly she grasped both ends, and unclipped the bra, reaching further upwards to the gentle slope of her shoulders to pull the straps down her arms.

With a gentle push, Carley was back on the couch, her top garments fallen to the floor as she watched the unveiling of her lover. Lillian’s smile was sensual and bestial all at once, her firm breasts standing proud as she descended to her prey, dark nipples stiff in the dim light of the house.

Biting her lower lip, Carley watched Lillian slowly descend, lifting her skirt higher and reaching up to pull down her panties. The agent lifted her hips, closing her eyes once more as she felt the fabric sliding down her thighs and legs before being tossed to a corner and forgotten.

Finger tips toyed with calves and thighs through thin stockings, and Carley groaned, feeling the sharp edge of fangs against her skin and the brush of hair. Lillian’s tongue ran upwards, towards the now bared womanhood, running around it.

A whimper slipped through her lips, her desire becoming a need, her lust choking her mind as she grasped the cushions behind her. Lips pressed against her petals, tongue pushing deep within. A louder moan escaped into the stillness of the room, Carley’s breath rushing in as her back arched once more, breasts pushing up to the ceiling.

Her hips began to push forward, against the tongue plunging within her intimately, curling inside. Carley panted, feeling herself pushed closer and closer to the edge as Lillian tasted her, guiding her along a path of bliss. She felt the heat rushing through her veins, and her fingers dug into the cushions.

Moans growing louder and louder, Carley felt herself pushed into ecstasy. Her mind swirled at its intensity, her arms shaking as she shouted out the pleasures that gushed through her. She lost track of everything except for the feelings that Lillian gave her, the sensations that made her toes curl and her moans echo through the house.

As she finally came down from her lustful high, panting heavily, breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, she looked down as Lillian came up from under her skirt. Her lips and chin glistened, and she crawled up into Carley’s lap.

For a moment the two stared at each other, before their lips hungrily met. Hands roamed over each other’s body as they kissed. Carley could taste her own passion, could feel Lillian’s hunger as lips broke away and the temptress’s kisses moved down to her neck.

Small nips at her skin made Carley moan, pushing her breasts tight against the other woman’s, her nails drawing dark lines across her back. Fangs scraped against skin, teasing, torturing, before finally plunging deep into flesh.

Carley groaned hungrily, feeling her essence seep from her body, as Lillian drank deep of the crimson river that flowed from the wound. A trail of blood gently wove its way across Carley’s skin, smearing across both women’s breasts. Lillian held tightly to her lover, savouring the taste of her life as it flowed across her tongue and down her throat.

Her hips moved gently, grinding her womanhood through panties against stocking clad thigh. Pleasure shot up through her form as she drank deep, feeling Carley’s hold grow weaker with each passing moment.

Just as Carley felt the world spinning, with black encroaching upon the edges of her vision, Lillian withdrew her fangs and looked down at her. Licking crimson from her lips, the seductress brushed a strand of hair from Carley’s features and kissed her forehead.

“Sleep now my child…” she purred softly, stroking her hair and straddling her form.

Unable to keep her eyes open, she drifted from the world into the land of dreams, feeling Lillian’s soft strokes long after she was well asleep.

~~*~~

The soft chirp of birds sounded through the haze of sleep. Slowly, Carley let her eyes drift open, as the smells of sex, cinnamon, and lilac wafted across her. A chill crept over her mostly nude form, and she hugged her arms around herself, lazily looking around the room from the couch.

Lillian was nowhere to be seen despite the lingering scent that even upon waking stirred the carnal hunger within her breast. A soft smile spread across Carley’s lip, as her finger tips gently ran over the bite on her neck, the skin already healing over.

Slowly getting to her feet, Carley lazily wandered around the room gathering her clothing and slipping it back on, not caring about her dishevelled appearance. Despite the afterglow still clinging to her, she could not help but softly laugh at the decor of the house. In every way it seemed like the haven of a much older woman, and not the young nymph who had greeted the agent the previous night.

Quietly, not wanting to wake her hostess, Carley made her way outside and got into the car to grab her computer. Once back inside she sat herself at the dining room table, a rim of moisture on the wooden surface from where one of the wine glasses had stood.

Plugging in the lap top, and accessing the wireless internet of the house, Carley quickly logged into her email, opening the files she had sent to herself. She did have a job to do still, and preferred to do it quickly, even if other circumstances delayed her return trip to the city.

Out of habit she scanned each file, including the ones detailing the client and the house. As she read though, she felt her blood run cold. The picture of Ms. Holding was that of an aged woman, cataracts in her eyes, skin tight and wrinkled, and no sign of the seductive gaze that Lillian held. There were no mentions of next of kin.

Standing from the table, she made her way through the house, walking up the stairs to where she knew the master bedroom awaited. She reasoned to herself that the difference between woman and image could be due to the revelation Lillian had shown during sex, but the thoughts rang hollow even as they grazed her brain.

Hand hovering near the doorknob of the bedroom, Carley pressed her forehead against the door.

“Lillian?” she called out, but no answer came to her.

Twisting the knob, she pushed the barrier between question and answer open, and felt her jaw drop, her heart seize.

On the queen sized bed, pressed against the far wall, was an old woman laying on her back. Her neck was torn open, and dried blood stained the blanket and sheets. Flies already buzzed around her face, and Carley resisted the urge to vomit. On the bed, laying near the woman’s foot, was a small scrap of paper with writing on it.

Steeling herself, Carley walked forward and took up the note, and let her eyes run over it, a forearm against her nose to stop the stench that she had not smelled before.

‘Dearest Carley

Thank you for the lovely evening. A shame that I left without a kiss goodbye, but I think my last will linger long enough to savour until we meet again.

Love, Lillian’

THE END