She held her tongue there for a moment, not moving as she felt the pulsing of Lucy's clit on her mouth. Slowly she began to lap against it, moving her...tongue up and down directly against her swollen bud.She felt Lucy's response immediately, a deep guttural groan and a lift of her hips. Sophie lapped at her hungrily, her lips and tongue coated in wetness. She licked up and down, in circles and she firmly sucked her clit deep into her mouth. She could feel Lucy's body tensing, and her changes in. She was scary but only because of what she did to me. On retrospect, she was actually very kind to me. I was out of my head at the time. She didn't stick around to see what happened to me. The stories of vampires training their fledglings, is only more fiction. I often wonder what has happened to her. I heard more about her during my second encounter with an older vampire.His name was Antoine de la Cravalle, obviously French and crazy as a bed bug. He was curious about me. He kept calling me. " Who is the Doctor? "Ah. Let's just call her Dr. Saturday." I raise one eyebrow and he looks sheepish. How many days of the week are there? I expect to hear him say seven or nothing, but he answers, "Only two, for now." I raise one eyebrow again. "Well, you may not know this, but you know this guy. He's not a very good dancer, but he needs a new dancing partner. He likes to take lessons on Thursday evenings and then dine and then make passionate love to his dancing partner. Then he likes to. "Oh yeh, I'll need a few sizes of bosal and a headstall. Send me some five-eights braided soft nylon rope too if you can," I said, adding to my list since I now thought I might get some of it."We will take care of it," greenie said, and then the little conference was over.The note had also let me know what the bow, arrows, and spears were for. They felt I'd be better served to learn to hunt with them, especially if I were among others here.They had a point, but I didn't think they really had.