Ishaza settles Alethia in against her and kisses her other shoulder, away from the bite. 

"Don't mind Crin," she murmurs in Alethia's ear. "She's clearly more than a little preoccupied."

It. Is in fact showing back up. Her libido. Slowly, not fully there yet. It's in that odd halfway-there state that it occupies, before it fully rises up into her mind, when she's just long enough after an orgasm that she can't get horny yet but she will be able to soon. And Crin's rubbing against her bite felt good. For now, though, just good. Not good in that way that reaches down into her hindbrain and makes everything suddenly about pleasure. That makes pleasure more than pleasure, makes it irresistibly compelling.

But. She can tell it won't stay that way for too long. That this is a temporary state, and in the longer term- well, if Crin keeps doing that she is in fact going to get a very interesting series of reactions out of her, eventually.

Right now though, it's just nice. And she's soft and warm and happy.

"Okay," she whispers back to Ishaza, and she nestles in to just enjoy things for a bit.

Crin trails her hand slowly back and forth along Alethia's back, not lingering long on the bite-mark, petting her rather than pleasuring her. Her breath is slow, controlled, but her other hand stays firmly between her legs, working slowly.

She speaks in a hush, as if to herself. "What a beautiful woman we've caught in our bed, Ishaza." She sounds almost awed.

Ishaza smiles against Alethia's shoulder. "Just so," she murmurs. "Just so." 

She pulls Alethia in softly against her and kisses her shoulder again, her body pressed close against Alethia, warm and firm beneath her in the animal way of flesh against flesh. Her soft breath shifts her breasts just a little against Alethia's, their nipples rubbing a little with the motion. 

She hooks her arms around Alethia's back and squeezes her in, holding her firmly against her body. 

She presses herself up against Ishaza and sighs warmly, enjoying the sensation of Ishaza's body against hers. She takes a slow, deep breath, and smiles softly. She basks in the fact that Crin called her beautiful.

And then she feels a little jolt of electric pleasure through her as Crin's hand brushes across the bite mark and her softened cock slowly starts to harden again.

This really is happening so fast. It's been- she isn't quite sure, but surely not even a quarter as long as it would usually take.

It really isn't long before her erection is trapped between her belly and Ishaza's.

Ishaza smiles at the little prod against her thigh. 

"That'll be the venom," she murmurs. "It's good at what it does. That's part of why control is so important." 

She looks over at Crin. "Fortunately, we have no more important business right now."

Crin smiles. "In fact, this is our business. If I feed on you, and you on me, eagerly and willingly, vampire and vampire, united in the moment of our passion..." She closes her eyes for a moment. "A blood bond will form. A viniculum. Marking you as mine, forever and ever, my servant my love my plaything..."

She strokes along Alethia's shoulder, tracing the bite-mark. "We've already formed half of it, my darling. I've bitten you. You'll never be free of me now. Always you'll wonder if you could have this pleasure again. But if you bite me, in return, then - that says we are lovers. And you the lesser, to be lead around by your cock and your need for pleasure, to be encouraged to serve and kept as a toy. For now, and forevermore." 

She smiles. "You're beautiful. You're strong. You've drunk of my thrall, then of my venom, then even survived a direct bite with your reason more or less intact. I'm impressed. But it's time for this to end. It's time for you to come to me, your Mistress, and be mine forever and always, to serve with your new immortal life. I treat my playthings well." 

She strokes gently down Alethia's back. "You can still leave, if you wish. But you know you want to taste me. You know you want to fill me up with that cock of yours. And I want that too, I want to be claimed by you, marked as your Mistress and kept close. Your mind is sharp, your will strong... You're worthy to be mine." 

She kisses the bite-mark, and an intense wash of pleasure burns through Alethia's core. 

"Come, now. Bite me. Be mine."

She listens. What Crin is saying doesn't feel quite real. Not the same way that Ishaza's skin against her cock is real. The way the lust slowly building in her is real. It takes a bit to penetrate through the slowly-growing fugue.

Crin did. Did that? Drugged- it must have been the tea. It's- that's definitely not good. Being Crin's forever sounds nice though. Cozy and happy.

She rubs her cock against Ishaza's belly.

Being led around by her cock sounds nice too. Really nice. Would she get to cum lots and lots? She definitely wants to cum lots and lots.

She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs. No, she needs to- to leave. This isn't right.

She resolves to get up, and then-

Crin kisses her neck.

Her hips push forward and her cock twitches against Ishaza's belly and she wants more-

The kiss stops.

Pulling away from the pleasure and the need is one of the hardest things she's ever done.

She does it, though.

She needs to go. To leave. She stands and- Crin and Ishaza don't, in fact, stop her. Huh.

She keeps her gaze off of Crin and Ishaza, looking out the window instead.

"I'm going to leave. Please don't try to stop me."

She's so horny. Her cock is so hard.

She wants to reach down and stroke it.

Crin looks at her sadly. 

"You don't want to be mine?"

There's hurt in her voice, but an undercurrent of craving, of a need that has to be filled. 

She hikes her skirt up six inches with one hand, exposing her now-quite-bare and gleaming-slick sex. 

"Don't you want to fuck me?"

There's pressure behind those last two words, something more than mere sound, a contesting will that seeks to overmaster Alethia's reason and bear it squirming to the stone floor. 

That pressure. It's. It's gooooood. It's pushing against her but it doesn't feel bad. It doesn't feel like pressure. It feels like sex. She wants to sink under it and do whatever it wants and sink her cock into Crin's tight cunt and spurt.

Before she realizes what she's doing her hand finds her cock and wraps around it and pumps. Once, twice, three times. She takes a step towards Crin.

She should stop.

Maybe she can fuck her first though?

No.

No.

She tears her hand away from her cock and pushes back that will hard enough that it doesn't feel quite as much like she's somehow already having sex.

"No. I'm going to leave."

Crin pouts just slightly. "Alright. If that's your decision I won't contest it. But wouldn't you like some blood for the road?"

On cue, Ishaza gestures to her neck, which is tracked with many, many pale white bite marks. 

"Come feed," she says. "I'm safe. It's just Crin you have to worry about."

Oh.

Her gaze fixes itself on Ishaza's neck. A strange sort of thing halfway between hunger and lust bubbles up in her. Her cock twitches.

She. Definitely shouldn't do that, it made her very horny earlier. It would definitely be a bad idea.

But. Crin and Ishaza don't know that she isn't limited by the typical vampire stuff. And if she leaves now, without feeding, maybe they will.

Another twitch. Insistent, needy, wrapping up hunger and thirst and lust all in one.

She probably should feed. Shouldn't she.

She steps over to Ishaza. Gets on her hands and knees above her. Opens her mouth and moves to press her fangs against her skin.

Hesitates, for a heartbeat, before doing so.

"Go on," murmurs Ishaza. Her voice is soft and gentle. Kind, even. It's so hard to believe that someone with that voice could ever mean Alethia harn. 

"There's no need to hesitate," Crin croons. "Just bite."

That pressure comes down again in a wave of warm prickles across her body, sharpest against her bitten shoulder. It feels amazing.

It would feel so good to sink her fangs into Ishaza. To bury herself in her. To drink of her. To be hers, to be held, to be wanted, to be satisfied -

She moves to press her fangs against Ishaza's skin and resists the urge to reach down between her legs and guide her cock to Ishaza's entrance.

She's just going to drink some of Ishaza's blood, she's not going to fuck her.

Her fangs press against Ishaza's skin. The haze from her last feeding descends over her mind, joined this time by delicious pressure from Crin.

She sinks her fangs in. Ishaza's blood floods into her mouth. Rich, delicious.

Intoxicating.

She's so hard.

She could be fucking Ishaza right now. Why isn't she?

She shifts her position, pressing her body against Ishaza's, and guides her cockhead to her pussy. And then, pushes her tip inside. It feels so good.

The pleasure of Ishaza's slick cunt mixes with the warmth of her blood and with Crin's will to wrap her up in a haze.

Her hips drive forward and she thrusts her cock into Ishaza uncontrollably.