It’s been days since Laura left Carmilla hanging at her house, slipping out with her feelings half-spilled… and Carmilla half undone. Now, in the aftermath and not hearing from her teacher since, Laura is regretting her decision. Is she able to actually hold out, or will she go running back to Carmilla, serving herself up just as she always does? Or... maybe this time, Carmilla will be the one to come for her...
Notes:
Hollstein - part 9 of Fantasy District
Crack-at-porn one-shots turned to smut with storyline.
I guess this is the one where Carmilla actually spills some of her 'feelings' to Laura for a change, before she shoves it all neatly back in her garbage bag.
Preview:
“Then… are you ready to talk, Carmilla?”
Her gaze locked on Carmilla’s, Laura’s fingers trace the corner of her uniform collar, teasing up and down with her thumb and index finger. Each pass dips a little lower, until she pauses at the top button.
Carmilla’s eyes fix on it, intense, expectant.
And then, agonizingly slow, Laura loosens the button.
Carmilla’s jaw tightens, her posture rigid, eyes glued to Laura’s hand like a predator stalking its prey. But no further move comes.
Her gaze shifts to Laura’s eyes, meeting her stare with curiosity.
Carmilla finds her voice, hoarse with desire but steady.
“Not quite yet. Maybe you can… persuade me more?”
Laura’s interest sharpens, and she plays along without hesitation.
“That’s disappointing. I thought I gave you enough time.”
Her hands continue to slide down her blouse, gripping the hem with intent as she snaps open another button.
Carmilla can almost see her bra. Almost.
“Maybe it’s not time that I need.”
Laura unbuttons another, tugging her blouse open wide to reveal the indigo lace of her bra. The mark Carmilla left on her collarbone doesn’t go unnoticed—the bruising deep enough to last several more days.
Carmilla’s eyes narrow, a shiver running down her spine as heat rises within her. She controls it, tensing her body, her gaze fixed on Laura’s chest.
Laura’s voice drops, low and seductive.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
She is momentarily caught off guard—Carmilla’s answer came clear, deliberate, no hesitation, eyes locked on hers. A flutter stirs in her chest. But something deeper lies behind the word: not just you, but you, stripped down, on the desk, now.
Laura feels a brief sting of disappointment, but she masks it with ease. Patience, after all, is something she’s learned to master. Still, beneath her calm exterior, a quiet frustration simmers. Carmilla needs to start letting her in—because as much as Laura craves the dynamic between them, she’s also tired of feeling like something Carmilla can pick up and put down at will.
Laura stands up, circles the desk, and leans back against it, her gaze fixed on Carmilla from just inches away.
“I’m right here, Carm,” she says, her voice thick with desire.
A/N: Just some good old fashioned porny writing. A series of one shots that does have somewhat of a storyline.
Summary: Carmilla Karnstein, English and Physics teacher, decides to take things further with her gorgeous colleague, Elle Sheridan. Much to Laura Hollis' dismay. As things heat up between the two women, Carmilla is about to find out just how far Laura is willing to go to get her teacher's attention back to her.
Carmilla boringly plays with the spoon in her cup. The cute heart the barista had made from the milk foam was now turning into something more abstract. She hears Elle in the background talking about Sparkles, which she figures is her cat’s name and the only thing Carmilla can think about is how the fuck a math teacher, with a PhD nonetheless, can name their cat Sparkles.
She can't help but laugh at that and as it turns out it is just in line with something funny Elle had said. Which has gone completely over her head. They exchange a smile at each other.
Why did I bother to go out with this woman?
As her gaze travels from her coffee, to Elle, to the student standing across the street behind the gorgeous teacher, she remembers.
Carmilla can't get her eyes off of Laura, who is using a large sponge and practically her whole body to clean the dirt off of a SUV. Her white t-shirt and shorts are soaked through and through. A very tall redheaded girl is holding a hose and at first is pointing it at the SUV. But as Laura is practically mounting the car unceremoniously, she then points it at Laura. Both girls are laughing and seem to have lots of fun as the redhead is now full on hosing down Laura, with Laura trying to pretend she isn’t enjoying it.
Carmilla has to cross her legs to tame the ache between her legs, but she doesn't look away.
Just as she is about to figure out what Laura is wearing underneath her shirt, she feels a slight brush on her hand. As she looks down, she sees Elle brushing her thumb across the back of her hand. Carmilla’s gaze then travels from their hands to Elle’s face and they lock eyes for a moment.
Carmilla knows then and there that this isn’t just a routine coffee date.
I fucking fell for it.
She tries to ignore Laura in the background and moves her attention to Elle.
Maybe she won’t be as boring in bed. She is gorgeous after all. Something about more than meets the eye?
Carmilla retracts her hand, but never seizes the eye contact.
They had found a nice place to sit in the shade before ordering their coffee, but it was the middle of summer and the sun was beaming above their heads. The coffeeshop they were sitting at, called Carpe Diem, was close by the campus where the carwash was being held today.
“Such eager students aren’t they? I think that’s your SUV being washed thoroughly.” Carmilla finally speaks.
Elle turns her head and now both her and Carmilla are watching the redheaded girl and Laura hose down the black SUV.
“Danny, more to the left!” she hears Laura shout to the redhead.
It gives her an excuse to enjoy the sight a little more before Elle's attention goes back to Carmilla.
“Honestly, I feel like these things are nothing more than an excuse for students to gain easy credits. Kinda cheap as well.”
“It’s for charity.” Carmilla replies with a smirk.
She finally gulps the coffee down with a grimace, since the temperature of it is not that enjoyable anymore.
She puts the cup down and Elle gives her a chuckle.
“What? Did I miss some foam?”
As Carmilla is about to wipe her mouth with a napkin, Elle's hand is suddenly on her face.
“Just about there, yeah.”
Her words are a whisper as she stares intensely at Carmilla’s lips. Elle brushes away the remainder of foam on the corner of her mouth with her thumb and Carmilla can feel the tension being cranked up to eleven.
“Carmilla, you didn’t bring your car. Not in the mood for a free wash?”
Carmilla follows the movement of her hand as Elle brings her thumb back to her own mouth to lick the foam off.
This woman is moving at the speed of 'let's fuck right here' kilometers per hour.
She decides she has had enough of Elle's teasing and blatant flirting.
“I still have to pick it up from the garage. Come to think of it, I might do that now. And then we can have some iced tea at my place.”
Elle gives her a knowing smile. She knows Carmilla has no intention of picking up her car or feeding her iced tea for that matter. She knows she is going to get fed something else entirely.
“Yeah sure, I’ll come with.”
As they both stand up to leave to go to Carmilla’s apartment, which is about a block away, Carmilla gives a quick glance to the SUV. She has to do a double take as she now sees Laura standing there, looking straight at her, with what seems to be a very displeased and annoyed look.
If Carmilla didn’t know any better, it was a full on death stare.
Carmilla locks eyes with her for what seems like forever, then turns around and starts walking away with Elle. She knows exactly what just happened and grabs Elle’s hand as they go around the corner of the block, giving Laura a glimpse of what she’s about to do.
You don't own me, you little brat.
***
The walk seems to take forever and Carmilla is ready to trade the fuck sessions with her brat of a student in for this gorgeous teacher. Besides, less chance of getting caught and suspended, though she was more worried of what the principal would do to his precious not so innocent daughter, if he found out.
When she opens the door to her ground floor apartment, she lets Elle in first.
"Nice crib, Carm. I always wanted a ground floor, two bedroom."
Elle looks around as she walks further in. Carmilla throws her keys on a small dish on top of the dresser.
"Thanks, I took it over from a friend."
Before she realizes what happens, Carmilla is being pulled inside and Elle uses her to shut the door. She rams Carmilla against it and Elle immediately plants her mouth on hers, not leaving any questions left in the air about her intentions.
She feels Elle's hands roam all over her body, cupping her breasts roughly and Carmilla moans into the kiss. Elle quickly unbuttons Carmilla’s white blouse and the button of her black jeans. She feels her impatient fingers going inside of it, pushing her panties down.
Carmilla decides she’s done not having the upper hand and turns Elle around, pushing her against the door. She puts her thigh against Elles center and presses against it. Elle moans and breaks the kiss.
Carmilla starts kissing her neck, pleased with herself.
“Not gonna let me take control, huh?” Elle pants.
Carmilla chuckles.
“You’re way in over your head.” she purrs against her neck and continues her pathway with her mouth, while rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her blouse.
“Oh Carm, that feels so good” Elle whispers.
Suddenly, Carmilla stops dead in her tracks.
She holds herself there for what seems like forever and pulls back from Elle.
"Carmilla?”
She finally meets Elle's eyes and gives her a haunted look, but recovers from it before Elle takes note.
"I'm sorry Elle. I forgot about this appointment I have and I still need to grade a ton of tests before Monday. Maybe we can continue this another time?"
Carmilla hopes she sounded as nonchalantly as possible and Elle just stares at her for a good few seconds, her expression saying something in the line of ‘you can sit on my face while you grade your exams, I won't mind.’
Eventually she gives Carmilla a soft smile and kisses her cheek, lingering long enough for Carmilla to get another good whiff of her perfume.
Doesn’t smell as good as-
"Of course, I don't mind some old school hard to get." she says with a wink as she pulls away.
Carmilla just smiles and lets her out. After closing her front door, she leans against it with her back, closing her eyes as her mind yet again replays the scene Elle triggered with just a few words.
To yesterday.
To Laura.
Carmilla slumps down on the floor against her door as the memory unfolds in her head.
She was kissing Laura's neck, sucking on her pulse point when Laura had heard her call her ‘Carm’ for the first time.
"Oh Carm, that feels so good." Laura had whimpered.
At the time she had punished Laura for it, but she could admit it to herself now. She had loved it when Laura had said it. Called her name like that.
She lets her head fall back against the door as she realizes she didn't like it when Elle had just now.
Carmilla feels a twitch in her center as the memory of Laura unfolds further.
Whimpering. On her desk. Her legs spread.
She pinches her eyes, trying to make it go away. But then she remembers how her students tongue had felt. Lashing over her clit eagerly.
"Fuck, that girl is good with her mouth." she mumbles to herself.
The twitch is replaced by full blown aching and she can feel her swollen clit rub against the fabric of her panties.
She stays on the floor, her blouse and pants still unbuttoned. Her hand starts to travel downwards, past the hem of her panties, when suddenly her doorbell rings.
Carmilla lets out a frustrated sigh and gets up from the floor. She quickly buttons up her blouse and shoves them back in her jeans.
The doorbell rings again.
Someone is an impatient little fuck.
She swings it open, ready to fight some stupid mailman.
Instead, she kind of chokes on her breath.
"Laura."
Carmilla stands nailed to the ground. The sight of the younger girl instantly turns the full blown aching between her legs into full blown throbbing.
The white t-shirt she has on is still wet from before, but surprise surprise, no bra underneath.
"Hello, Miss Karnstein."
The girl smiles, but Carmilla senses a hint of annoyance coming off of her. And this would match her displeasing look from earlier.
Carmilla scrapes her throat.
"What can I help you with, Laura?"
She wants to mentally shoot herself for giving away her desire with a raspy voice and she knows it wont go unnoticed with Laura.
After all, they have heard the other orgasm multiple times now.
"Can I come in?"
Laura smiles at her. It's that innocent smile of which Carmilla doesn’t know why it just makes her want to see it disappear by jamming a few fingers inside her tight little-
"Sure."
Carmilla opens the door wider and Laura enters, looking around amazed. But Carmilla notices she is searching for something.
Probably someone.
"Nice apartment."
"So, what are you doing here?"
Carmilla crosses her arms impatiently.
"Well, Miss Karnstein, you never brought your car, for a wash. So I thought I would come by to remind you."
Carmilla isn't really paying attention to what she is saying as her eyes are glued to Laura's chest. More specifically, the hard nipples straining against the white wet fabric, of which she can swear are getting harder the more she looks at it. As Laura starts to walk closer to her, Carmilla finally meets her eyes.
"I'm sorry Laura, I got a little busy." she says in a bored tone.
Laura doesn't really seem surprised at that. In fact, it seems as if her annoyance just grows after she said that.
As Laura now stands a few inches away, her eyes get caught on Carmilla's top buttons of her blouse. They're undone.
"With Miss Sheridan, I presume?"
Laura never meets her eyes as she asks the question. Instead, she is fidgeting with the top button of Carmilla’s blouse, fixated on it.
"Laura," Carmilla speaks as she stills the hand that is sneaking its way inside her blouse, "that's none of your fucking business, is it cupcake?"
The last words are spoken in a mocking tone and oh did she love mocking this girl.
Laura's expression changes from playful to angry.
"You don't have to hide it, you know." she says as she distances herself from her teacher. "I saw her leaving your place not too long ago."
"Are you spying on your teachers now?" Carmilla asks, raising an eyebrow.
Laura's expression softens a little. "Not all teachers, no."
Their eyes meet again and Carmilla can feel the sexual tension practically dripping off of the walls of her house.
It would be so good, just to take her in my own bedroom. She’s practically screaming for it.
But she can't make Laura think she can just come into her house, invade her privacy, and interrogate her like some jealous lover.
Carmilla regains her composure and gives her student a mocking smile.
“You know, Laura, you're just a student who doesn't have any business poking around in my private life and I sure as hell don't owe you an explanation of who I'm fucking in my free time.”
"You can fuck me in your free time."
The words are out before Laura realizes it.
Did I hear her correctly?
Carmilla feels her composure slipping away again and she wonders why this girl has such an effect on her.
Laura's expression is now that of a begging student. Much like when she had begged for a higher grade. Much like when she had begged Carmilla to let her come.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Miss Karnstein."
Laura suddenly seems very sure of herself and Carmilla isn't liking it.
She decides to stand her ground and not let this younger girl manipulate her.
"No."
"No?"
Did I really just say no?
Laura looks flabbergasted and Carmilla guesses by her expression she really didn't expect her to say no.
Hell, even Carmilla herself couldn't believe it.
This girl is practically offering herself up on a silver platter to Carmilla, in her own damn house, ready to be feasted on whenever Carmilla wants and she refuses her.
"You heard me, Laura." Carmilla snaps back.
As she is making her way to the door to open it, ready to throw this brat of a student out, Laura is suddenly in front of it, blocking her.
"Laura, you need to go. Now." Carmilla feels her frustration turning into anger.
"Wait no, Miss Karnstein, please."
"Laura, get out. Leave."
Carmilla practically spits the words out.
She grabs the younger girl by her arm and tries to pull her away from the door so she can push her out of her apartment.
"No, Carm, I won't!"
As she shouts her name, Carmilla can hear it echo through her house and she can't help but still her movements.
Laura knows there are consequences to using her name like that. But at this point she doesn't care.
She won't let Carmilla be seduced by some floozy teacher. She would never be able to give Carmilla what she wants. What she needs.
But Laura can, she is sure of it. She knows she can please Carmilla in ways no one can ever imagine doing. Every time she catches her teacher staring at her, in the back of her class, she knows it means something. She knows it bothers her when Laura flirts with others.
Yesterday she finally had the courage to walk up to her. And when Laura had offered herself up like that, she knew Carmilla wanted her as much as she did. She has had a crush on her teacher since forever and this is her chance to turn it into more, to make her fall in-
"Laura, move, or there will be some serious consequences you can not begin to comprehend." Carmilla says in a very calm and collected voice. The menacing undertone doesn’t go unnoticed.
Laura's expression changes. Her eyes get dark and it makes Carmilla stare at her in confusion. The student innocently looks up at her.
“Miss Karnstein, you and I both know I actually can begin to comprehend the things you will do to me. In fact, the things you wanna do to me right here. Right this moment. You tell me you want me to go when what you actually wanna do, is suck on the nipples that have been pressed against my shirt for the past few minutes. You wanna take my tight wet pussy and put as many fingers in, and see which finger it is that's gonna make me beg for you to stop. But even when I do beg, you won’t stop.“
Carmilla just stares at her in shock.
“Don't you, Miss Karnstein?”
That bratty look returns, the one Carmilla knows all too well.
If Carmilla even had any resolve left after that, it disappeared as fast as the speed of light.
She grabs both her hands and slams them above Laura's head against the door. She kisses her, hard, reminding Laura who is going to be in control of this whole fuck session they are about to begin.
Although Carmilla has the younger girl pinned between the door and her own body, it is Laura that deepens the kiss, brushing her tongue eagerly against Carmilla's. Any lingering desire for Elle has long gone.
Carmilla lets go of her hands, to let her own roam freely over the young girl's body, going to where she wanted to touch her for the past few minutes when the student had stepped foot in her house.
As she squeezes her breasts, Laura moans in her mouth. But Carmilla wants more.
She pulls away from the kiss, spins Laura around and slams her face first against the door. She continues where she left off, her hands traveling under her shirt back to her breasts, only now she can easily squeeze her nipples too. She puts the hardened nubs between her index and middle finger and massages her just like that. Laura moans and lets her head fall back, and Carmilla starts sucking on that pulse point, of which she knows exactly what that does to both of them.
"Hey cupcake, tell me this." Carmilla pants in her ear.
Laura tries her best to listen to the words coming out of her teacher's mouth, while her breasts are being touched so eagerly. Her nipples have always been so sensitive. She plays with them quite often when she touches herself.
"Yes, Miss Karnstein?" she breathes, followed by a gasp as she feels Carmilla tug on her earlobe.
"Have you been braless all day long?"
Carmilla feels a small sting of what she would never dare to call jealousy while she asks the question, but somehow the thought of Laura washing other people's cars with that sight to behold makes her feel just that. At the time she couldn’t really check as Elle was there distracting her.
She turns Laura back around, bringing her mouth close to hers.
"Tell me, Laura." Carmilla purrs, her hands still under her shirt.
Laura blushes a little and bites her lip. She looks down before looking back up to meet Carmilla’s eyes.
"I… no. I waited till daddy went home after saying goodbye to the teachers, then I..."
Her words die in her throat and she moans as she feels Carmilla's tongue brush against her nipple.
She looks down and sees Carmilla has pulled her shirt up with both hands. She is slowly circling the hard bud with her tongue. Her tongue darts back in and Carmilla glances up at her.
"Then you..." Carmilla motions for her to continue.
She then takes Laura's nipple between her teeth and bites on it softly. Laura lets out a louder moan before continuing, although having trouble speaking now.
"Then I.. Ah, went to the changing rooms and... removed it… oh god"
Carmilla is now sucking hard on her nipple and that alone can send Laura over the edge if she keeps doing that long enough. She tangles her fingers slowly in Carmilla's black wavy hair and gently urges her to keep sucking on it. She expects her teacher to refuse and punish her, as she had done the last time.
Instead, Carmilla increases the pressure and Laura is letting out small moans now as her head falls back on the door and Carmilla continues to suck on her swollen nipple. She tugs it between her lips before kissing her way back up to Laura’s mouth.
"And then you came straight to my house, to spy on me and watch me fuck someone else, didn’t you?
Her tone has changed, Laura notices, and the look in Carmilla's eyes are the familiar displeasing look she had seen yesterday, which sends shivers down her whole body.
Carmilla begins to realize just what is happening between them right this moment. But she wants to tease the younger girl some more. Not wanting to acknowledge any of it, in fact.
She leans both hands against the door and brings her lips close to Laura’s ear again.
“Tell me, buttercup, how long were you standing there, outside my house? Did you watch, through the window as well? Did you watch as I took Elle hard, right here on this very floor you’re standing on?”
Laura has trouble controlling her emotions. She feels the familiar ache in her sex from hearing her teachers seducing tone in her ear and the oh so familiar jealousy she had felt whenever she saw Carmilla even being mildly flirty with someone else, especially Miss Sheridan.
She hates the wench for even touching Carmilla the other day, in front of her.
Laura regains some of her composure and she decides to put an end to Carmilla’s smug face.
“Nice try, Miss Karnstein, but I know for a fact that even if you fucked her, she definitely didn’t fuck you.”
Carmilla leans back and raises an eyebrow, eyeing her suspiciously, but listening curiously as Laura continues.
“You see, I know exactly how long it takes for you to come.”
Laura moves closer to Carmilla, her hands slowly unbuttoning the blouse she is wearing. As she reaches her pants, she unbuttons it as well and removes the blouse from her jeans.
“And since I saw Miss Sheridan going into your house and getting back out within a certain time, I know for a fact she definitely didn’t make you orgasm.”
Carmilla smirks and looks at her.
I might have underestimated this girl.
She is about to call her a stalker student, when her retort dies in her throat.
Carmilla didn't even realize her pants were undone. She was so mesmerized by Laura’s sudden confidence, until she felt fingers go through her soaking wet folds.
“Ah. Fuck.”
Carmilla’s hips jolt from the touch and she rests her hands back on the door. She remembers not so long ago she had been so turned on just thinking about Laura, she was about to take care of it herself, right on this exact spot.
It turns out she doesn’t have to anymore.
“You’re so fucking wet” Laura whispers, her lips brushing Carmilla’s cheek.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Carmilla hisses as she feels Laura’s fingers move over her swollen clit.
“Nothing that Miss Sheridan can do to you, I’m sure.”
“Shut up. Come here.”
Carmilla pulls her closer and kisses her. She takes her own blouse off, leaving her black lace bra on and unbuttons Laura’s shorts. At that moment she can't help but wonder if this time she will have briefs on or not.
“No more talking about Miss Sheridan.” she says with a strict tone.
Last thing Carmilla wants is to think about is Elle while she is relishing in the slow rubbing of her clit by Laura and her head falls back as she lets out a moan.
Laura is definitely good with her hands as well.
She puts her own hand over Laura’s and presses against it, seeking more friction.
Her hips buck. She is getting dangerously close, but to her own surprise she doesn’t want to come. Not yet.
“Keep going, slow, just like that.” Carmilla instructs her.
Laura nods and complies happily as Carmilla continues to get rid of her shorts. She unzips it and before she can do anything else, she feels a massive jolt go through her core.
“Fuck, damn it” she hisses, feeling her orgasm edge closer. Laura is putting just the right amount of pressure on her throbbing clit as she continues her slow, but oh so sweet up and down motions. She knows it will take just about five strokes more and she's done.
“Are you enjoying it, Miss Karnstein?” Laura says with a grin.
Carmilla lets out a frustrated groan.
Yes, too much.
She swiftly removes Laura’s hand from her pants and gets down on her knees, pulling Laura’s shorts with her. Much to Carmilla’s surprise, she is wearing a pair of white lace briefs, definitely from Victoria's.
“Not your usual attire, cupcake.” Carmilla says with a smirk.
“Do you like it? I bought them recently.”
Carmilla looks up at her and gives her an approving smile. Laura can’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach.
She gets rid of the briefs quickly and she stares at the younger girls sex, mesmerized. Her wetness is glistening in the sunlight and Carmilla can’t help but lick the opening of her folds, relishing in the taste.
“Ah, Miss Karnstein, wait, I wanna touch you first. Please.”
Laura is about to pull her shirt over her head when Carmilla stops her and gets back up.
“No. That stays on.”
The shirt had dried up a little, but with the fabric being as thin, there was still not much to hide.
As they kiss, Carmilla leads her to her bedroom.
She pushes Laura against her dresser and lifts her up on it. Their tongues are battling for dominance, but as Laura wraps her legs around Carmilla’s waist and pulls her in closer, Carmilla feels the edge of the dresser press against the seam of her jeans. She moans and it gives Laura an opening to kiss her neck. She moves her hair out of the way and licks along her pulse point. Carmilla shivers and she decides then she is done edging.
She impatiently shoves her jeans and her black briefs down to her thighs and puts one hand around Laura’s middle.
"Go inside." she pants.
Before Laura can reach to touch her, Carmilla has already taken her students hand and she pushes two of Laura’s fingers inside her. They slide in so easy and she takes them out half way, only to shove them in deeper, going straight for her sweet spot.
Carmilla groans and she feels her legs go weak.
She holds on to Laura while she fucks herself using Laura’s fingers.
“Miss Karnstein, here, let me do it. You feel so fucking good."
Carmilla holds her own hand there as she feels Laura mimicking her motions from before. She spreads her legs further to give the girl easier access and the sensation of it all is driving her crazy.
She is speechless, aside from the continuous moans and she is so close to orgasming, her brain content has gone straight to her center.
“Fuck, Laura... so good… gonna come...” is all she can manage to bring out.
Carmilla rides her hand as Laura thrusts in and out of her at a maddening pace.
I definitely love her hands as much as her tongue.
Laura pulls her in closer by the back of her head.
“You’re fucking amazing. I wanna feel you come.” she whispers in her ear.
Carmilla feels her walls tighten and then contract. She finally climaxes, very hard, grunting as her hips buck wildly against Laura’s hand.
She bites her moans down on the younger girl's shoulder, having shoved aside the fabric of her shirt.
Carmilla pushes Laura’s fingers even deeper inside her and holds them there to ride out the last waves of her orgasm.
They pull back and Laura slowly pulls her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth. Carmilla shivers and watches her intensely as she licks them both off.
Just from watching Laura lick off the fingers that had been inside her just a few moments ago makes her ache again.
Carmilla wants to taste her again, touch her again, have her whimpering again. She can’t get enough of hearing the younger girl beg.
"Laura, get on my bed, right now." Carmilla commands her student.
Laura’s face instantly turns into that of a puppy who just got thrown a bone.
"Yes, Miss Karnstein."
She swiftly gets off the dresser and Carmilla leads her to the back of her room. She is about to push her down on her white linen covers, when suddenly her doorbell rings.
Seriously, what day is it? Trick or fucking treat?
Carmilla gives out a frustrated groan and pulls her briefs and pants back up.
"Stay here. Don’t move.” she orders Laura. “I’m not done with you yet.” She gives her a quick kiss on the lips before exiting her bedroom.
As she enters her hallway she sees Laura's briefs and shorts lying there along with her own blouse. She smirks, picks her blouse up and puts it on. The remaining clothes are thrown through the bedroom door she left ajar.
As she buttons her blouse back up she tries to peek through the windows to see who it is, but the person is practically hugging her door it seems.
She rolls her eyes and annoyingly swings it open. She raises an eyebrow at the person standing in front of her.
A/N: Chapter 8 revised for continuity, additional chapters will be posted soon
Kirsch gently laid Laura down on the nursery bed, while LaF searched the room for towels.
“Uhm, is it like normal that her face is the color of white frosting?” Kirsch asked with a concerned voice.
LaF just grabbed everything they thought could help stop the bleeding.
“We need to put her on her side. Grab her shoulder and move her slowly. ”
Even though Perry had shown them a million times how to bandage a bleeding wound, Laf sure wished they had paid more attention to the emergency response officer classes.
Ok LaF, come on. This isn’t rocket science. You got this, they thought.
They slowly lifted the shirt, exposing Laura’s back and cleaned all the blood off with towels, before bandaging the large cuts the dean had left with the whip.
During this whole procedure, Laura didn’t make one move.
“Ok, she’s lost a lot of blood and her pulse is weak. Kirsch, hand me over those needles and the small tubes that are laying there. And grab a blood bag from the fridge. A positive.”
Kirsch hurried to the counter and grabbed whatever he thought that LaF would deem as needles and small tubes.
After handing it to them, he started panicking.
“Dude-bro, is she like going to be alright? She’s not looking like her hottie self and hasn’t moved since we brought her in.” Kirsch said with a trembling voice.
“She will be fine, we just need to keep an eye on her the coming few hours. Boy, am I glad Perry forced me to take these training sessions.”
LaF swiftly inserted the needle and tangled the tubes and bag at the side of the bed.
“Come on, Laura. Stay with me.” LaF whispered desperately while holding Laura’s hand.
There was no movement coming from the tiny brunette.
Suddenly, the door to the nursery barged wide open. Perry was standing in the doorway, holding the Sumerian book under her arm.
“LaFontaine, I know what we have to do.”
Will tried to bury his large canine teeth in Carmilla’s neck, but Carmilla scratched his face with her claws and threw him off of her. Will growled from the pain, but recovered fast, leaping towards her once again.
Will might be bigger and stronger than me, but he’s slow. I need to stay sharp.
Carmilla jumped out of the way at the very last minute, leaving Will surprised.
They danced around each other for a while, with Carmilla jumping away from his attacks every time, taking advantage of her speed over his bulkiness. Will started to get annoyed and his movements started to become erratic.
“What’s wrong, kitty? Not in the mood to spar with your brother like old times?”
His voice was unrecognizable from the Will she used to know. But it was still him in there.
He lashed out at her with his giant claws, but she swiftly avoided him, scratching his face in the process, harder this time. She heard him scream in pain and saw she had hit his eye, three massive red lines going over his now closed eyelid. He backed away from her, his face grimacing from the pain of losing his eye.
Carmilla felt like she had the upper hand. She could hear his breathing getting heavier, meaning she was wearing him down.
“Oh please, like there was anything to spar. You haven’t learned anything, have you, little brother?” Carmilla said mockingly.
Will let out a beastly growl.
“Shut up!”
He circled around her first before jumping towards her. Carmilla anticipated the move, but was caught off guard when he jumped higher than she expected and she couldn’t move away in time. He jumped over her and Carmilla rolled away swiftly. But before she could get her balance back, Will buried his claws into her right hip and Carmilla growled from the pain. He laughed menacingly and dug even deeper. Carmilla could feel his nails scraping against her bones.
She bit the front leg buried into her skin and Will let out a growl, but he would not let go, curling his giant paw inside her gaping wound.
“Try worming your way out of this one, kitten!” Will spat mockingly.
Even in his disfigured form, a victorious smile was visible as he kept digging his claws deeper into her.
Carmilla growled again and tried to get free from Will’s grip. He looked even more menacing with his left eye shut and covered in her scratch marks. It didn’t seem to faze him anymore as he now had her squirming under him.
Carmilla felt her strength lessening and her vision started to blur.
He put all his weight on his front leg buried inside Carmilla and she thought she was about to pass out from the anguish.
She could hear his menacing laughter getting softer and she just wish she could lay down in Laura’s arms and-
“Hey hotdog, over here!”
Danny’s voice felt a million miles away to Carmilla and before Will realized what happened, he felt an intense pain go through his chest and howled. He let go of Carmilla and squirmed on the ground.
Danny had watched intently at the fight between the two beasts and when seeing an opening, had plunged the spear right through Will’s back without hesitation. The pointy end of the spear was sticking out of his chest as his movements were slowing down.
Carmilla shifted back to her human form and Danny ran over to her. As she did, the redhead felt a slight sting on her back.
She knew for a fact that Will didn’t touch her, so it must be a scratch from the rocks.
The blood was seeping out of the vampire’s leg, which was gaping with an open wound, bones clearly visible and she couldn’t stand on it.
“Come on, fang-face. We’ve been through tougher patches than this.”
Carmilla leaned on one leg and clung to Danny’s neck as she lifted her up.
“Well Xena... I gotta... give it to you... You do... put the warrior... in the princess...”, she said, her voice barely audible.
Carmilla tried to laugh at her own remark, but winced as soon as they tried to walk.
“Yeah, cut the smartass shit and save your strength. Let’s get you out of here.”
As Carmilla tried to stand up with Danny's help, she immediately fell back down. Danny was about to carry her out of the cave, when she saw the enormous pool of blood practically oozing out of her leg.
“Wait, you're still losing blood, why aren't you healing?”
"As it turns out Xena, vampires can't run endlessly on a drop of blood for weeks and I haven't exactly fed during all this mauling.", Carmilla said as sarcastically as possible without trying to give away the weakness in her voice.
“You idiot vampire.”, Danny mumbled.
She quickly shoved her tank top to the side of her shoulder and looked impatiently at Carmilla.
Carmilla’s smug face was gone and any retort died in her throat as she stared, hypnotized by Danny's neck.
Eventually Carmilla tore her gaze away. She could see her veins clearly, hear the blood pumping through it now.
"Wait, Lawrence... No…"
Danny pulled a knife from her belt.
"Don't flatter yourself. You take one drop too much and I'll drive this knife right through your smug face. And besides, I’m not doing this only for you."
Danny gave her a determined look.
Carmilla still hesitated.
Danny sighed and practically shoved the vampire’s face in her neck.
Carmilla growled.
“Drink!”
“Stop!”
She tried to push her away, but was too weak. As she smelled the blood going through Danny’s veins, it was like time was slowing down and her environment closed out around her. All she could concentrate on was Danny’s pulse point. After what seemed like forever, she felt her impulse control slip away.
Before Carmilla realized what she was doing, she bit, harder than she intended to, and Danny let out a grunt.
Carmilla tasted the warm red liquid entering her mouth and felt all her senses come back to life.
She put her arms around Danny’s back and gripped her tight, sucking harder at the seeping blood coming from the redheads neck. She could feel her trembling.
Carmilla’s healing started to kick in and she knew she should stop.
Just a little more...
“Alright that's enough.”
Carmilla just hissed and didn't loosen her grip on the redhead, so Danny yanked her off by her hair and pointed the knife at her neck.
“That’s enough.”, Danny repeated with a low voice, giving the vampire a death stare.
Carmilla looked back at her, some of Danny’s blood dripping down her chin. She licked it off, then gave the redhead a smirk, the knife still at her throat.
"Never imagined a Summer girl could taste like this."
Danny just gave her a menacing look and Carmilla backed off. Her leg was closed up and so were the wounds in her back.
Danny put the knife back and they both got up. Danny felt dizzy and lost her balance for a second, but Carmilla held her up.
They both looked at each other, their expressions now different.
"Thank you, Xena.”, Carmilla almost whispered.
Danny just nodded.
“...Mother...”
Carmilla looked over at Will. He had shifted back to his somewhat human form. He was barely moving anymore.
Danny must’ve pierced his vital organs.
“...Mo-ther… help… me…”
Carmilla looked around, but the Dean was nowhere to be found. O fcourse, Carmilla thought. The Dean had fled to save her own sorry ass, leaving her precious “son” to rot. Of course Will, always thinking highly of their so-called mother, expected her to stick around still.
Poor weasel.
“Wait.”
Carmilla lowered Danny to the ground and got closer to Will. She slowly ran her hand through his furry hair. It was softer than she had expected.
“There. It’s ok. It’s over.”
Will eased into Carmilla’s touch and seemed to relax. Then Carmilla tore her hand through his chest and yanked his heart out.
Danny let out a gasp.
His breathing stilled and Carmilla dropped it on the ground.
She pulled the spear out of his back and gave it back to Danny to hold. She lifted her back up and put one arm around her.
“Let's get out of here."
“Perry, thank god, you got my text.”
“How’s Laura?”
“Her heartbeat is stabilizing, but we had to leave Carmilla and Danny behind. I hope they are doing ok. What did you find in the book?”
Perry looked at LaF, hesitantly.
“Well? What’s going on?”
“Ok Su- LaFontaine, since I can’t really read Sumerian, I didn’t really find anything.”
LaF just stared at her blankly.
“But someone else guided me through the pages.”
“Quick, there’s not much time. The Dean is searching for Laura.”, Ell’s voice echoed through Perry’s head.
“Yes, yes, I’m getting there. So it turns out, Carmilla’s… ex… knows exactly what’s going on, so she explained it all to me, of course with pictures from the book. And had me look for a spell to undo the spell that the Dean has put on Laura.”
“Ok Per, that's amazing. What’s been going on?”
“It wasn’t the spell we thought it was at first. The Dean actually used two different spells and disguised it as one. One spell she used was the Bloodlust spell, putting it on Laura and Carmilla. It’s a spell between lovers and amplifying their weaknesses for each other. In this case, well it was Carmilla’s bloodlust for Laura that triggered it. The part where they both… felt the same things, in this case, pain, was just a small adjustment to it. The Dean lifted this part of the spell after she tortured Laura in front of Carmilla. As she didn’t want to hurt Laura’s body more before taking it over.”
“Oh right, so they weren’t really doing that kinky stuff to each other then? It was the bloodlust controlling Carmilla.” Kirsch said enthusiastically, proud of himself for understanding that bit.
“Yes, well in this case it was. Ofcourse, we don’t really know what they do in their own private personal space and time, nor should be judge them for it, obviously-”
“Per, back to the point, that’s one spell, what is the other one?”
LaF was starting to get impatient. They felt Laura squeeze their hand faintly as they heard Perry continue her explanation.
“So the other one is the Sumerian binding spell. The Dean used this to bind her and Laura’s soul together. This was done before Carmila killed her in the pit. She used the amulet, the possession and a drop of blood to do this. Had Carmila killed Laura during her bloodlust stage, then Laura’s soul would have been gone and the Dean’s soul would have taken over her body and her supernatural powers would return, as the Dean is now human. In any other situation, if one of them dies, the other dies too. This is how the two spells come together.”
“She’s coming. You need to go and take Laura to safety.”
“Wait, but we already undid the binding spell?”
Laf and Kirsch just stared at Perry as she was talking to herself.
“Is Carmilla’s ex talking to you?” Kirsch asked hesitantly.
“It doesn’t matter, the Dean still wants Laura dead and Carmilla is hurt.” Ell said in a panicking tone.
“No. I’m not running anymore.” Laura said with a weak voice.
She had come to and had heard everything that Perry said. She could also hear Ell speaking.
“Laura, you’re ok!” LaF said relieved, but their face turned to worry soon after.
“No wait, Laura, you’re hurt really bad, you can’t get up yet.”
Laura ignored them and got up from the nursery bed.
“I’m fine.” she said firmly.
To LaF’s surprise, she actually was. It turns out her wounds had healed when Perry did the unbinding spell.
“Where is Carm? And Danny?”
“We… had to leave them. To get you out.” LaF said. They didn’t have the courage to meet Laura’s gaze.
“We have to go back for them, right now!”
Before anyone could answer her, two figures were standing in the doorway.
“Easy cupcake. I’m right here. Glad to see you’re up and about.”
“Carm...”
Laura couldn’t stop herself from lunging herself at Carmilla, crying from relief.
“Hey Laura, it’s ok. I’m ok. Just a few scratches from Willy boy.”
“What? Will? But I thought he was-”
“Me too, cupcake. But it turns out Mother doesn’t know when to stop using puppets. Luckily it was still silly old William in there, so no real challenge.”
Carmilla gave a quick glance at Danny, who had covered her neck with a bandage.
Laura slowly turned and her eyes met Danny’s. She gave her a thankful nod and Danny smiled in return.
Laura pulled back and looked at her vampire girlfriend. Both their clothes were covered in blood, mostly in the same places.
“Look, matching wounds and scars. We really turned out to be the couple you hate.”
Carmilla just smiled and kissed Laura. She was tearing up, thinking back on how the Dean tortured her right in front of her. How she still managed to stay so strong. The vampire pulled back and cupped the brunette’s face.
“You turned out to be everything I love and so much more.” Carmilla said sweetly.
LaF scraped her throat.
“So, when you two are done reuniting, maybe we should come up with a plan now?”
“Will is gone, but the Dean got away before we could do anything.” Danny said. She was holding the spear she pulled out of Will after stabbing him, ready to take the old hag down.
The annoying stinging in her back wouldn’t stop though.
“The Dean is human. Which means without spells and magic, she can just easily be killed. She ran out of minions to command, but that doesn’t mean she’s stupid. We need to still be careful.”
Laura looked around and before she could call her name, Ell spoke to her.
“She’s back in the pit. You will find her there. But please, be careful. She managed to get a talisman to cast spells.”
“Thank you, Ell.”
Laura looked surprised at Carmilla.
“You can hear her too?”
“Yes.”
“Please, keep each other safe. You are so strong together, Carmilla. I’ve always been proud of the person you were and who you’ve become. I’ve never blamed you for anything. Maybe, we will meet again someday. Until then, goodbye my love.”
“Goodbye.” Carmilla replied softly.
“Wait, what did she say?” Laura asked her.
Carmilla looked at Laura. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
“Just something I needed to hear many years ago.”
Laura just smiled.
“Alright, let’s take down this old witch, once and for all.”
Carmilla led the way back into the pit, followed by Laura, Danny, Kirsch, LaF and Perry.
Anonymous said: I have a Hollstein prompt for you: Based on the assumption that vampires are undead and therefore don't produce body heat, it goes without saying that Carmilla would be at room temperature. I bet she'd probably enjoy huddling up to Laura to warm up.
"Is that really what she said?" Laura asked LaF as they walked into her dorm room, turning around once they were inside to face both LaF and Perry, "I can't believe she thinks she ca- OH DEAR GOSH THAT'S COLD!"
"Laura what the- oh."
Perry frowned, "I don't understand, Laura what's wrong? Carmilla what's-"
Laura bounced uncomfortably from one foot to the other, "Make her stop! Carm please get your hands out of- WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO COLD?"
Perry and LaFontaine peered around Laura to see Carmilla's hands underneath the back of Laura's shirt.
"Low blood circulation. Not quite alive."
"But you still get your period!"
"Oh I just got used to the feeling and then she moved her hands to a different spot on my back and that is cold! That is very, very cold!" Laura's voice got higher and higher with every word, as did her height because she raised herself to stand on her tiptoes. That did little to deter Carmilla, who pressed in closer to Laura's warm body.
"Oh... well Laura this seems like a... problem that the two of you should discuss so, we'll be leaving you."
LaF furrowed her brows, turning to Perry, "We will?"
"Yes, LaFontaine. Goodbye Laura, Carmilla."
"Um, bye guys."
"See ya," Carmilla grinned, snaking her arms around Laura's waist underneath her shirt so that her cold hands slid over her girlfriend's belly. Laura squeaked, jumping back into Carmilla's embrace.
Perry made an embarrassed noise, almost like a yelp, and closed the door behind them.
"Carm, you're really cold!"
"And you, cupcake, are a perceptive little furnace." Carm tightened her arms around Laura's waist, urging her backwards until they fell back on Carmilla's bed.
Laura laughed, tumbling down on Carmilla and letting the vampire arrange them both until Carm was leaning back against the yellow pillow - yet again thieved from Laura's bed - and Laura was settled in her lap, her head resting on Carm's shoulder. "You are the most ridiculous vampire in history," her hands slide over Carm's squeezing Laura's fingers through the fabric of her shirt.
"Mm... whatever you say buttercup."
"Yes, I do say that in fact. To the vampire's who has her hands up my shirt and not in a- and now your hands are on my breasts. Okay then."
Carmilla snickered, sinking further back into the pillow and giving Laura a good squeeze.
"Still cold you know," Laura reminded her. Carm only hummed gently, barely audible. "Carm?" She didn't respond. "You're not allowed to fall asleep right now. This is not an optimal sleeping position. Carm?"
After a few moments, Carmilla snored gently in response to Laura's questioning. Laura groaned, resigning herself to her girlfriend's indefinite hold. Her cold, yet snuggly death grip that Laura had to squirm in so she could get reasonably comfortable. She'd probably have a few kinks when she woke up, but hearing Carmilla practically purring in her sleep from being warmed was definitely worth it.
Carlura was my attempt at mushing Carmilla and Laura, and Sciles as a broship would be fine.
(ah yeah that makes sense now, I can see it) make me choose: Hollstein or Sciles
“So um… when are we gonna… you know…” Laura stammered, looking up from her book. She had been clinging to it, not reading a single word for the past hour because of how nervous and focused she was but this was all she managed to get out in terms of prepared words in her mind.
Carmilla glanced up from her own book, nudging Laura’s foot with hers as they were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, feet tangled together. “Fraid I don’t, cupcake.”
“Uhm… you know… we’ve… well. Kissed. But-“
That didn’t do much for Laura’s nerves though - or rather… it made them worse. Yet, she had started this, and she wanted an answer. So she was going to have to gut up and tell Carmilla how she felt. “I’m okay with where we are and I really like kissing you, that’s for sure. But I was only wondering if there was anything holding you back or maybe you were still hung up on your ex and that’s why we haven’t gone any farther yet. Because I’m totally okay with waiting or doing it whenever but I just want to- aaahhm hi!”
Laura’s rambling was stopped when Carm crawled into her lap, hands running up her inner thighs - both soothing and… not soothing her at the same time. “I am not still ‘hung up’ on anyone. I’m with you. Completely.”
“Oh. Okay,” Laura nodded, swallowing hard as Carmilla settled between her legs, pulling her closer. Laura wrapped her legs loosely around Carmilla’s hips, allowing herself to be tugged into Carm’s lap. “So are we…”
“Not right now, creampuff,” Carmilla purred, leaning in to kiss her way up Laura’s neck, “I’m an old fashion kind of girl - the seventh century, in fact. We’ll know when the time is right.”
“Ah, good. In the meantime we can do more of this right? This being kissing and making out because wow, you’re really good at this.”
Carmilla grinned against Laura’s lips, nipping at her bottom one. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.”
