Blood Dolls by Sophie Stern Page A

they were in use, when humans and vamps alike were dressed up, sprawled out, fucking hard. She wondered what it would be like to see the sex, the kissing, and the biting that would happen that night.
    She wondered what would happen with her, to her.
    With Samuel.
    “It’s a masquerade,” Ariana said. She helped Celia dry off with one of the big, fluffy towels, and Celia did the same. As she moved the towel down Ariana’s body, she admired her friend’s soft body. Ariana was a little bigger than Celia: a little taller, a little curvier.
    She was a little more experienced.
    A little more dangerous.
    A little more exciting.
    “I’ve never been to one,” Celia said. She had wanted to, once. In college, a friend had invited her to a sorority party. It was a masquerade and all the men from the frat house next door were going to come over.
    She hadn’t gone. She’d been too scared, too nervous. She’d slept with people in college, but the idea of going to a party seemed risky, dangerous. She was still scared and jaded from what had happened with her stepfather. She couldn’t handle the idea of another man taking advantage of her.
    Now things were different.
    She might sleep with someone at the party tonight, maybe even several someones. Samuel would be there, though, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. He gave her the safety net to be herself, to explore her sexuality. She could go crazy at the party, let her guard down, and have a good time. She could do anything and he would be there.
    He was her protector.
    “It’s going to be fun,” Ariana said. Celia looked up. She realized she had knelt in front of Ariana, but hadn’t moved. Ariana raised an eyebrow, then stepped outward, opening her legs. Celia smiled at the offer and planted a kiss between Ariana’s legs. The woman’s soft pussy was bare. She kept her body shaved the same way Celia did, the way all the dolls did.
    “Mmm,” Ariana moaned, and Celia began to lick her in long, slow strokes. She reached around and gripped Ariana’s bottom, pulling her closer to her own face. Then she licked and kissed. Ariana murmured to her, whispering sweet nothings.
    Ariana tasted sweet, sugary. She almost tasted like candy. The woman was everything Celia wanted in a doll, in a woman. If she was a vampire, Ariana was exactly the type of girl she’d want to feed from
    Jade was sweet, too, in her own way. Even Tasha was perfect in Celia’s eyes.
    One of Celia’s favorite things about living in the mansion was being able to explore her sexuality with different women. She’d never been with women before coming to the mansion and somehow, she felt like she had missed out. For years, she had thought she should only be with men. Now, though, she felt like it didn’t make sense.
    It didn’t make sense that you should only be with one person. It didn’t make sense that this person should have to be a male. It didn’t make sense that if you wanted something else, if you needed something else, that you were branded as a wanton, that you were branded as a bad girl.
    Celia licked Ariana’s pussy until she was breathing quickly, until she was tensing her muscles. Just as she was about to come, Celia slid her fingers into Ariana’s soft, dripping pussy and thrust them in and out.
    Ariana came with a cry, holding Celia’s hair, gripping her head for support and balance as pleasure washed over her. Celia looked up as her friend orgasmed, watched her face. She had never seen anything quite as serene as a woman in the midst of orgasm, and she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
    “Come here, you,” Ariana whispered. She tugged Celia to her feet and wrapped her arms around her. They hugged for a moment, breast-to-breast, body-to-body. Then Ariana gave Celia a soft, passionate kiss. Their tongues circled one another and Celia’s pussy clenched with arousal at the feeling.
    She wanted more, needed more.
    “You’ll get more,” Ariana