The forest was alive with the sounds of the night as Zela and Mikey stalked their prey. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, and Zela could feel her hormones raging as she moved through the underbrush. She could sense Mikey's curiosity and desire growing, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Zela," Mikey whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves. "Can I... can I taste your blood?"
Zela stopped in her tracks, considering Mikey's request for a moment. She could feel the hunger building inside of her, and the thought of Mikey's fangs sinking into her flesh was almost too much to bear.
"Be gentle," she finally said, her voice husky with desire.
They continued their hunt, their senses on high alert as they searched for the perfect victim. Zela's eyes landed on a young human girl, no older than 12, and she knew that she had found their donor.
She approached the girl slowly, her fangs bared as she moved in for the kill. The girl moaned in pleasure as Zela's fangs sank deep into her neck, her body trembling with desire.
Mikey watched in awe as Zela fed, her fangs sinking deeper and deeper into the girl's soft flesh. The girl's breathing became heavy, and she began to moan as Zela drank her blood.
After a moment, Zela pulled away, leaving two fresh puncture wounds on the girl's neck. Mikey approached, her fangs bared, and began to drink from the wounds.
The girl's body shuddered as Mikey fed, her own body trembling with pleasure. Zela moved down to the girl's chest, tracing her fingers over the softness between her legs.
The girl gasped as Zela began to feed on her, her body writhing in pleasure. Zela continued to feed, her body moving in time with the girl's own rhythm.
Mikey watched, her fangs aching with desire. Finally, Zela pulled away, leaving the girl panting and spent. Mikey continued to drink from the wounds on her neck, her own body trembling with pleasure.
Zela healed the girl's wounds, leaving no trace of their feeding. Mikey looked up at her, her eyes filled with desire.
"I want to feed with you from now on," she said, her voice husky with need.
Zela smiled, her eyes shining with excitement. From that moment on, they continued their nightly hunts, always seeking out new victims to feed on. Their bond grew stronger with each feeding, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and desire.
One night, they checked into a motel on a hunting trip. Zela noticed a pair of young girls in the lobby, accompanied by their mother.
She approached the mother, enchanting her with a single glance. She told the mother that her daughters would be safe with her and Mikey.
Back in their room, Zela and Mikey made love, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion. Zela spurted her milk into Mikey's mouth, her fangs bared in pleasure.
As they lay together, Zela looked at the clock and told Mikey to get ready. It was time for their next hunt.
They approached the room next door, where a blonde woman answered the door. Zela told her that she had done well and would be rewarded.
Zela fed on the woman, her fangs sinking deep into her neck. Mikey watched, her own fangs bared in anticipation.
After feeding, Zela led Mikey to the next room, where two young blonde girls lay in separate beds. The mother had given them sleeping pills, making them easy prey for Zela and Mikey.
Zela told Mikey to pick her victim and she would watch over. Mikey approached one of the girls, her fangs bared and ready to feed.
Mikey began to suckle the girl's breast, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel the girl's heart racing beneath her lips.
Unable to wait any longer, Mikey moved down to the girl's neck and sank her fangs in deep. She drank the girl's blood, her body writhing in pleasure.
Zela watched, her own body trembling with desire. She could feel her milk beginning to flow, ready to feed once again.
As Mikey fed, Zela moved down the girl's body, removing her underwear and placing her mouth on the soft folds of her innocence.
She could feel her fangs aching, ready to feed once again. She looked up at Mikey, who nodded in approval.
Zela sank her fangs into the girl's softness, drinking her love juice as Mikey continued to feed from her neck.
They both fed until they were satisfied, leaving the girl spent and breathless. Zela healed the wounds between the girl's legs, leaving no trace of their feeding.
As they left the room, Zela could feel her milk flowing once again. She led Mikey back to their own room, ready to feed once again.
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