Sophia comes into the room, bearing a pair of turkey sandwiches on a small platter. 

"Your order, Milady." She lays it down on the table between Ishaza and Alethia, her face impassive.

"Thank you, Sophia." Ishaza takes a moment to fix her hair before she picks up her first sandwich, tucking a strand of her white locks behind her pointed right ear. Her fingers fall to her lips, and she gives Alethia a considering look. 

"You're quite sure you don't require any blood?"

She is not going to keep staring at those lips.

"I'll be good for quite a while, I think. I don't expect to suffer for the lack any time soon."

Correction, she is going to stare at those lips for a second or three longer than she should as she talks and then look back up into Ishaza's eyes.

Not intentionally, it just sort of happens.

Ishaza looks back at her steadily, her gaze holding with Alethia's for perhaps a second before she shakes her head slightly. 

"If you're refusing merely to spare me inconvenience, there's no sense in that." 

She lays her hand palm-up on the table, showing her bare wrist. Sure enough, there are faint track marks along it, the white marks of long-healed puncture wounds on her violet skin. "Crin feeds from me often," Ishaza says. "I'm quite used to the sensation by now. And I trust your control from what I've seen."

Her gaze is fixed on Ishaza's wrist for a moment.

Okay, now is not the time for her new instincts to pipe up and say that drinking from a very attractive woman is both appetizing and lewdness-adjacent, thank you very much.

The instincts do not seem to care that she has rebuked them.

Curses.

"Even if you're used to it, it certainly can't be fun. There's no reason to cause you a bit of pain more often than I have to."

Ishaza raises an eyebrow. "It's not painful," she says. "There's venom in vampire fangs that, ah..." Her lips twitch up a little. "Causes quite the opposite, actually. And I'm quite used to it by now, such that I'd hardly notice a bite to the wrist. I'm familiar with bites in more vulnerable places than that." 

Ishaza lifts her hair and her jaw tentacle away from her neck, and another line of bite-marks comes to light along her carotid. "As you can see." 

She stares for longer, this time.

That instinctual pulse, that tied-together sense of- hunger and thirst and desire- it's stronger, staring at Ishaza's neck. Just staring is nice, even if she isn't actually going to drink. She can see Ishaza's veins pulsing slightly with her heartbeat, and it's- really nice.

She blinks suddenly and looks back up at Ishaza's face, suddenly a bit embarrassed.

"I'll be okay."

She, uh, is not exactly sure how long she spent staring. It could have been as short as a couple seconds, and it certainly couldn't have been longer than ten. But- well, staring for ten seconds is noticeable. And if she was staring somewhere else it really would be quite boorish.

Ishaza gently lowers her hair again.

"... I wouldn't trust that instinct of yours, given how long it took you to say that. You won't be putting me out at all by drinking when you don't strictly need to, and I would much rather that than have your control break suddenly at some future point. It doesn't have to be me - I can summon Sophia, she is also quite used to being bitten - but I would very much encourage you to feed, and soon." 

She blinks.

Huh, that actually makes perfect sense, given what Ishaza's seen. She doesn't know that it won't get any worse that right now, uh, literally ever. Or that it was honestly the way that it was- lewdness adjacent- that was capturing her attention.

"You know, that's a very good point. I, ah, would I think prefer not to call Sophia back in, if you really don't mind."

Ishaza nods. "It's quite alright. I understand that having a new set of instincts is awkward, and it may seem that the best thing to do is ignore them and hope they go away, but when was the last time that worked for you on a long-term basis with any of your needs? Better to adapt and learn to partake in moderation." 

Ishaza stands up from her chair and comes over to Alethia's side. "Here," she says, and leans forwards to present her bare forearm beneath Alethia's chin. Her cleavage comes within a few inches of the left of Alethia's head. "Bite anywhere you want."

Okay, she is going to keep her eyes off of Ishaza's cleavage and lean in and bite Ishaza softly on the wrist. She moves carefully; even though Ishaza's said what she has she still doesn't want to hurt her.

Once her new fangs are pressed against Ishaza's skin her hesitation melts away. The sensation of pressure against her fangs, of heat against them, is alluring. It pushes on something in her hindbrain just right. She bites through the skin and her gaze fixes itself on Ishaza's breasts in the same moment.

Ishaza sighs lowly. It seems clear that she's trying to control herself, but that she's enjoying the bite nonetheless. She lays her other hand on Alethia's shoulder to steady herself, and closes her eyes for a long moment. 

Her blood tastes rich and sweet, tinged with a subtle heat that spills outward from Alethia's stomach to settle in her limbs.

That sigh does such interesting things to Ishaza's chest. And her eyes are closed. She can just stare.

That warmth is absolutely settling in places besides her limbs, and combined with the view she's getting right now she's having a very pleasant time.

She kind of wants to bite Ishaza's neck and do other things, actually, but- no, that's unwise. And also hasn't actually been offered.

It's nice to think about, though.

After a long moment, Ishaza reluctantly withdraws her arm. 

"That's all that's safe to take," she says, and presses her free hand over the trickle of blood that runs down her forearm. "If you need to feed more than that, it's best if you spread it across both me and Sophia. Shall I call her? I need something to clean this up with in any case..."

She blinks and almost lets out a sad little whine as Ishaza withdraws her arm. But she controls herself. She does stare forlornly at Ishaza's wrist and that little trickle of blood for a moment, though.

All that said, she isn't a normal vampire and the fugue that took hold of her while she was drinking Ishaza's blood fades quickly. She spends half a moment taking stock of herself and, uh- yeah, the warmth settling in her body and the view she was getting combined to give her a very good reason to be glad her clothing is, uh, concealing. Not terribly so, but enough that there is not in fact visible evidence besides her blush of how much she enjoyed that.

The blush is, um, probably evidence enough but plausible deniability is important to her right now.

She feels a little pulse behind her pants when Ishaza mentions feeding more and Sophia, but she isn't going to let her arousal make her choice here. Staring that much at Ishaza's chest is embarrassing enough. And, um, it wouldn't be right to Sophia to- enjoy doing something like that with her without her knowing that was the only reason she was doing it.

"I'll be okay. I- don't feel hungry in quite the same way, anymore."

"I'm glad to hear that," Ishaza says. "Sophia?" She calls over her shoulder.

Sophia steps into the room again within moments. "Yes, Milady?"

"I need a bandage for this," she says, presenting her bleeding forearm. 

Sophia produces a bandage from a pocket of her dress, and quickly has Ishaza's puncture-marks cleaned and bandaged. "Milady," she says. "Would you like a restorative tea prepared?"

"Please," Ishaza replies. "The usual preparation."

She looks back at Alethia and rubs her bitten wrist gently with two fingers. "Well, that was an interesting diversion." She smiles, and takes her seat across the table from Alethia again. "Thank you for humoring me. I must confess I've become a little attached to my status as Crin's favorite to bite over the years, so it's good to be able to apply my knowledge for someone else."

Ishaza describing herself as Crin's "favorite bite" is not helping her quest to pull her mind out of the gutter. It's an interestingly novel gutter but she should still not spend her time in it, she needs to be thinking clearly.

"There's- knowledge and expertise involved?"

That was definitely the wrong question to ask, Alethia!

Ishaza smiles wryly. "A certain degree of, ah, presence of mind is necessary, and the knowledge of how deep a drink is too deep has been carefully transferred to me by Crin over the last few years. There was a time when I relied more on her generosity to keep myself safe, but over the years I've come to be able to do the safety checks myself. She's been very patient with me as I've learned. Sophia's been through a similar learning process as well."

Yeah, she was right, that was the wrong question to ask.

She twitches inside her clothing again and once more fights off the urge to ask for another drink.

She manages to cut herself off from saying something like, say, "I can see why the presence of mind is necessary, that certainly looked distracting," but not from imagining saying it which is at least one third as bad.

"Ah. Well, I'm glad you managed it."

She looks at Ishaza's bandaged wrist.

"Is the tea a better option than just healing the wound would be? Or does it- help with something that the healing wouldn't?"

"Hysh healing draws on the body's natural reserves to restore itself, and also has some mild side-effects that right now I'd prefer not to deal with. A simple restorative tea will do the work in good time, and Crin has Sophia and others to feed upon if need be."

She touches over her heart with her bandaged hand. "Also, Hysh healing requires that you be able to summon up a strong conviction that you deserve to be whole, which... I feel I would not be able to muster easily at this time, as I do not actually mind this small injury in the least." 

Okay, that bit about not minding that injury is simultaneously kind of hot to her new instincts and actually rather sweet.

"I suppose that makes sense."

She takes a glance around her new room to distract herself from her continuing lewd thoughts (Ishaza's breasts really did look lovely) and resolutely does not blush when she notices the bed. The room looks comfortable and homey, for all that it's a guest room.

"How long do you think Crin will be, up in her room? She said it wouldn't be terribly long."

"She should be able to join us for tea once Sophia has it prepared, if I know her. She's quite efficient with her paperwork when she wants to be."

Ishaza stretches a little, reaching her arms up over her head, then settles in and picks up one of her sandwiches. "I should really eat, but I've been somewhat distracted."

The lingering heat in Alethia's body seems to respond to that word, as well as Ishaza reaching in with her bandaged hand, which still has a few spots of blood visible. 

Ishaza raises her sandwich to her lips and takes a dainty bite, then swallows. She hums softly in the back of her throat, then looks over at Alethia and meets her gaze. "All beings, living or unliving, have hungers of their own. I'm no more free from my desire to eat than you are from your desire for blood. If either of us were to go without, we'd simply starve." 

When Ishaza stretches, Alethia's eyes find themselves drawn towards Ishaza's breasts again. She keeps them off of her, but then that lovely warmth pulses as she realizes exactly what Ishaza means when she uses the word "distracted."

Her eyes are suddenly on Ishaza's chest again, but Ishaza's distracted grabbing her food and it's not the worst thing in the world. Not the most important mistake.

She knows Ishaza doesn't actually mean her speech about hungers lewdly but it's kind of hard not to think about exactly what desires she's finding herself experiencing as she stares at Ishaza's chest and exactly what it would mean to satisfy them.

When Ishaza looks back up at Alethia she manages to wrestle her wandering eyes back under control and away from Ishaza's chest but it's actually a bit difficult to keep them away. She keeps wanting to glance back.

"I suppose that's true."

Ishaza looks over at Sophia. "Would you please run and ask Crin when she'll be available? If she'll be free soon we'll take tea in the library together."

"Yes, Milady." Sophia bows and scurries off.

And Ishaza returns to her sandwiches, eating delicately and carefully. 

"If you have any other questions you'd like to ask, now would be a good time to ask them." Ishaza raises her eyebrows.

The bandage on her right wrist still smells quite appetizingly of blood, which sends pangs of warmth through Alethia.

Alethia will ask a few, then. Not too many, but enough to fill the time between Ishaza's sandwich bites. And even say a few relatively clever things in response, as the minutes pass.

But her eyes keep finding their way back to Ishaza's breasts. Or to her wrist. Never for long. But little glances here and there whenever Ishaza looks down to take a bite of her sandwich, or away as she ponders the answer to a question. That warmth feels good, and she is in fact doing a good job of not literally staring but not indulging it at all would take more willpower than she currently has available.

And it's not, really, so terrible a thing, to be checking out the incredibly hot draenei. It's certainly a pleasant way to pass the time, along with chatting, and Ishaza hasn't seemed to realize. She's glad, it would be mortifying if her failure in self-control were actually noticed.

Eventually, Sophia returns, around the same time Ishaza finishes her second sandwich. 

"Crin is waiting upstairs in the library," Sophia states. "Tea will be served as soon as Milady and guest join her." 

Ishaza starts up from the table, bracing herself with one hand. 

"Thank you, Sophia." 

She beckons to Alethia with her bandaged hand. "Care to come with me? It's not a long walk up to the library, only two flights of stairs." 

Those really are lovely breasts.

Alethia looks up from Ishaza's chest as Sophia enters the room.

Thank goodness she glanced up in time.

"Onward to the library we go!"

She'll follow Ishaza out the door.

Sophia scurries on ahead.

And Ishaza follows, her hooves clicking against the stone floor. 

There are quite a few stairs, and as she ascends her firm and toned ass comes just level with Alethia's face. Her tail sways back and forth as the fabric of her dress shifts back and forth; a little bit of her bare skin is exposed to either side of where her tail pierces her dress. 

It's pretty much impossible not to get a very good look. And the warmth in Alethia likes that very, very much. 

Alethia decides she likes that too. Kind of a lot.

She doesn't even try to look away.

Fantasies flit through her head, half-noticed. What would it look like if that hole was wider, if she could see more? If Ishaza pulled her dress up around her waist? What if Ishaza suddenly stopped and Alethia walked face first into her ass?

Mostly, though, she just stares at Ishaza's ass in half a daze. At that tiny little bit of bare skin. At the way the fabric of her dress drapes over it as she climbs the stairs.

Ishaza comes out into a small room, covered with bookshelves on all four sides. A small staircase comes down from the other side of the room, and in the center a table for three has been set with a silver tea service.

Crin sits at the table with a cup of steaming-hot tea in front of her, and smiles brightly at Ishaza and Alethia as they enter. "So, how have you two been getting along?"

Her gaze flicks to the bandage on Ishaza's wrist, then back to the tea. "... if that bandage's from what I think it is, I feel deeply relieved that Alethia has fed without seriously injuring anyone. That can be a challenge for neonates."

Ishaza smiles and glances back at Alethia. "I would say we've been getting along fairly well. And yes, you're correct in your guess, Crin."

Crin pours a cup of tea for Ishaza, then a cup of tea for Alethia from the same pot. It smells sweet, pepperminty and faintly medicinal. 

"Sophia's already provided tea. One of her better blends, I'd say."

Ishaza smiles. "Wonderful." She crosses the small space and sits next to Crin. "Do join us," she says to Alethia.

As soon as Ishaza exits to the library and is briefly out of her line of sight she breaks out of her daze.

She's so, so hard.

She's been hornier before, at other times in her life. But not very. It's the jumble of new instincts, of new desires. They're familiar but also just different enough that they can slide in under her defences and coax those defences just a bit slacker. It's the result of indulging in one of those new desires for the very first time and really, really not being braced for what that would feel like.

She's very, very glad that she's still wearing her peacoat. That her vampirism means she didn't get uncomfortably warm and have to take it off. And so, once again, the only sign of anything odd is her blush. Which she can make sense of by saying-

"Ishaza still had to be the one to tell me when to stop, I'm afraid."

And then she moves to sit where her tea has been placed. She's glad the next step for what to do is so obvious, she's still a bit discombobulated and that means she doesn't need to make choices.

Ishaza raises her teacup. "To a long and fruitful alliance," she says. Then she takes a deep drink. 

"A long and fruitful alliance," Crin echoes. And she toasts Ishaza and takes a drink as well.

And Alethia will also echo this and take a drink.

"To a long and fruitful alliance!"

The tea is sweet and minty, with a faintly medicinal bottom note that lingers on the tongue. That must be the "restorative" Ishaza mentioned. 

It's also quite hot. The warmth of it settles gently in Alethia's stomach, and lingers. It's almost a little tingly.

Ishaza takes another draught of the tea, and looks over at Crin. "So," she says. "You were going to present some selections from the library."

She's sitting a little looser, now, and seems more relaxed. There might even be a faint flush on her cheeks.

Crin takes a deep draught of her own tea. "Yes," she says. "I was. I'm just not sure where to start. Alethia, what in particular would you like me to fetch down?"

She smiles brightly, a sudden warmth to her that she's only shown before around her wolves.

Okay, good, something she can distract herself from the lewd thoughts with.

"Hmm. Probably a recent history, if you can find one? And also a really broad one. Along with a world atlas, if you have one? Or something else liable to have maps of the entire known world in it."

"My histories are up on the top shelf, give me a moment."

Crin stands up from the table and steps away, and quickly ascends a ladder on the side of the room and starts going through the books there. 

A glance upwards will show that she's wearing black satin panties beneath her skirt, even from this angle. It's a long ladder. 

Ishaza sips her tea lightly. 

Oh, huh, she can see Crin's panties out of the corner of her eye.

Ishaza isn't looking at her, for the moment, she taking a sip of her tea.

She shouldn't stare. A glance would be fine though, right?

She glances before she can consider whether that's true.

That glance goes on for quite a while, actually.

When she comes back from the glance, Ishaza gives her a small raised eyebrow. 

But only a moment later, Crin's back down from her place on the ladder, and placing a hardcover book onto the table between Ishaza and Alethia. 

"My atlas is still upstairs in my office," she says. "I'll have to go run and get it. Ishaza, please make sure Alethia doesn't get into any trouble while I'm away."

So saying, she ascends the ladder to the second floor, and disappears.

At which point Ishaza looks directly at Alethia. 

She speaks quietly, gently, barely loud enough to be heard across the table. "... Tell me honestly, are you or are you not aroused right now?"

She blushes, absolutely mortified, and winces.

"The, um. Drinking your blood got to me a bit. I'msorry."

Ishaza ducks her head. "It's alright. It's a known side-effect. For what it's worth, I doubt Crin would mind. She's experienced the same phenomenon once or twice in her long lifetime, I'm sure." 

She opens the history and passes it to Alethia. "Try and focus on this, it should help a little."

She nods and does her absolute best to distract herself with the history.

And a few minutes later, Crin comes back down the stairs with an atlas and two more books in her hands. 

"Here you are," she says, laying the atlas on the table. "Something more to go with your tea." 

She retakes her seat and looks over at Ishaza, then passes her one of the other two books.

Ishaza looks back at Crin. "Let's give Alethia a little space to process the text before question time begins." She tucks a strand of her white hair behind her pointed ear. "There must be a lot for her to learn." 

She opens her own book and starts reading through it.

Crin simply nods and leans back in her seat, looking down at her own book.

And Alethia focuses very hard on her history, slowly drinking her tea as she does and silently thanks Ishaza for the opportunity to distract herself so much.

Hopefully her arousal will fade, in time.

Somehow, though, her arousal only seems to intensify over time. It builds gently in her, but it just will not go away. The warmth in her limbs only gets stronger as she tries to focus on the honestly-quite-dull history.

It's hard to focus on the history through her arousal but she does, in fact, manage to derive that history mostly looks the same but as of the recent past things are rather interestingly different.

Okay, time to look at new distraction fodder, maps are always decent for that. She looks up to grab the atlas, intent on going over it next to take a gander at all the continents and see if they seem to be in the right places.

Ishaza is deep in contemplation of her own book, and the cleavage exposed by the deep V of her dress's neckline is right there in Alethia's view.

Crin's dress is a little more conservative than Ishaza's cleavage-wise, but bares quite a bit of her shoulder and collar. 

Oh.

Well. She can just take a moment to look, before she grabs the atlas and looks through that, right? She. She probably shouldn't, actually. Her libido is already incredibly distracting.

Her eyes are fixed on Ishaza's breasts. Her cock twitches inside her pants.

She shouldn't stare.

Her gaze flicks over to Crin's collar for a moment.

It's definitely a bad idea, one of them could notice.

Back to Ishaza's chest, for a longer moment this time.

She twitches again.

Okay, no, that's enough she decided she'd do better and not just stare again.

She grabs the atlas and opens it to look at the maps.

Crin turns a page of her book. 

The looks at Crin and Ishaza definitely did not help. The heat spread out through her body is starting to concentrate between her legs and get a bit insistent. 

She will look at the maps.

She really wishes she still had the excuse of needing to go to the restroom. She could head off and take care of this problem rather than attempting to move around it.

Getting herself off would be so nice. She kind of really wants to, right now.

Ishaza's chest slowly rises and falls as she takes breath after breath. Crin's collarbone looks like it would be fun to lick.

Her cock twitches happily.

It's a while before she notices she's staring, this time.

Ishaza glances up over her book, and catches Alethia's gaze lingering on her breasts. 

The corner of her mouth jumps, then she goes back to her book.

"So," Crin says quietly. "What do you think of the atlas?"

When Ishaza catches Alethia staring her that mortification earlier starts to bubble back up, but then Ishaza smiles at her, just a little bit, and she doesn't really feel guilty anymore. Very embarrassed, but not guilty.

She, uh, also goes back to staring until Crin's question knocks her out of it.

"The maps in the atlas mostly look the way I was expecting them too, which is good. My knowledge of the broad shape of things looks accurate, even if the present features some things I didn't expect."

"I'm glad everything's shaped the way you like it." 

Crin stretches. "I think I left another history on my desk upstairs," she says. "Give me a few minutes to retrieve it."

And off she goes up the stairs again. 

Her eyes follow Crin's ass as she leaves. It's a shame Alethia can't see up her skirt again as she goes. If only the history was up a high ladder instead.

"I think she noticed," Ishaza stage-whispers.

She smiles and shakes her head. "It's pretty clear to me that you're having a difficult time trying to concentrate on the books, and I think Crin is pointedly not noticing at this point. I suspect she won't be back for... rather longer than it would take to find a single book. If I know her, she's quietly directing me to, mmmmm... Take care of the problem."

She ducks her head. "And honestly, I'm the one who got you into this whole mess by asking you to feed, so I don't think Crin is wrong to want me to take responsibility."

Oh no.

"I. Um."

Her cock twitches when Ishaza mentions taking care of the problem. It is only with a great exercise of will that her eyes don't fall back down to Ishaza's chest as she finds herself at a loss for words.

The idea of Ishaza getting her off is absurdly appealing. She wants it.

Her will fails.

While staring at Ishaza's chest, she stammers out, "I'msorry. Um. I. Am. Um. I would like that."

Ishaza moves from her chair to the stone floor next to Alethia's chair in one easy motion. 

"I was hoping you'd say that," she murmurs. "To tell the truth, I've been hoping to have a chance with you ever since I first saw you in Liecheberg." 

She traces her hands up Alethia's legs, and then gently across her sex beneath her peacoat. She raises an eyebrow. 

"Now that I wasn't expecting. But then, you're full of surprises." 

She slips her fingers up and starts unbuttoning Alethia's peacoat.

Alethia stares down at Ishaza's chest and unbuttons the top buttons while Ishaza is working on the bottom ones. And then unzips it too. And tosses it behind her. Beneath she's wearing a rather plain-looking burgundy long sleeved shirt above the jeans that have been visible this entire time.

Her cock visibly pulses behind her jeans.

She wants it.

Ishaza unbuttons Alethia's jeans as well, and presses her face up against the stiff package beneath in her boxers, taking a long, hot breath against it. Then she pulls down Alethia's boxers as well, and gently kisses the tip of her cock. 

Her hand comes in and starts stroking, working skillfully along the shaft and tip and focusing in on the sensitive underside of Alethia's cockhead. She kisses it a few times more, her breath washing across it heavily as her hand strokes and caresses.

Fuck, she wanted it and now she's getting it.

She's never been hornier in her life. The sensations coming from her cock are somehow louder in her head than she's used to, and that delicious warmth burns through her, filling up her body and throbbing in her cock.

She loves being a vampire.

She can halfway recognize, in the back of her head, that she'll feel a bit more complicated about things later, after she's orgasmed her arousal out of her system and the fact that she was so obviously horny that Ishaza had to take care of it can sink in. But right now that's far away and hazy and feels silly. It's much more important that all of that led to Ishaza kissing her cock between strokes while Alethia stares at her tits. That's the bit that matters.

Ishaza flutters her tongue against Alethia's cocktip as her stroking hand picks up speed, stroking smoothly and firmly in long, heavy pumps. It's clear she has a lot of practice at this.

Alethia's cock twitches and throbs as Ishaza works, as she feels her fingers around her shaft and her slick, hot tongue against her cockhead.

That sense of awareness of how she'll feel about this in the future fades as the pleasure pours into her, as it grows louder and louder in her mind. As her libido, as her throbbing cock, takes more and more of a front seat in her mind, muscling everything else out of the way, blasting her with enough delicious arousal and lust that the rest of her just melts away.

Ishaza takes Alethia's cockhead into her mouth and starts to suckle, with that same familiar brush-back of her hair she's seen before but never quite in context. 

She rolls her tongue against the underside of Alethia's cock, hums gently, and suckles firmly.

Oh fuck it's so good it's so good.

She's so turned on she's so horny and her cock is in the driver's seat of her soul and it wants to spurt.

Resisting that desire would need her to think with something that isn't her cock and right now that's kind of not an option.

She wants to cum.

Her head falls back and she moans as her cock twitches and throbs, unmistakably heralding the start of her orgasm.

Ishaza keeps suckling diligently as that heat in Alethia's core surges and focuses into a bolt of sweet electricity linking her groin to her head. 

As Alethia spends herself into Ishaza's mouth, Ishaza swallows every drop of her heavy load eagerly, her hand still working Alethia's shaft. Ishaza's eyes are closed in concentration and her whole body is tense and stiff.

Yeeeeessssss.

The orgasm goes on and on, spurt after delectable spurt pulsing out of her, pleasure rippling through her.

And then it starts to fade, ending on a last little gush and it feels so good and she doesn't want it to stop.

But it does. And the intense, overwhelming need for more pleasure fades with it.

She still wishes it had gone on longer, though.

Ishaza pulls off slowly and swallows one more time.

She looks up at Alethia and smiles. "A little better?" 

"That. Is. Quite the understatement. I am once more capable of actual thought, which I appreciate. I expect the embarrassment of necessitating that to set in shortly, but right this instant I am yet free of it and simply basking on how absurdly good at that you are."

"You learn some things, as a priestess of Rhya." Ishaza smiles and gets up from where she's been kneeling on the stone floor. She stretches her legs a little. "A little hard on the legs, but you learn to make sacrifices in the service of a goddess." She winks.

She giggles. And, um, puts herself away. She doesn't want Crin to come back downstairs and be surprised by Sudden Penis.

Ishaza returns to her chair and takes another sip of her tea. A lingering blush remains on her cheeks, and a wide smile.

And not long afterwards, Crin descends the stairs with a heavy leather-bound book in her hands. 

She's got a distinct smirk on her face.

"Took me a little while to find this," she says, "But I think it was worth it." She walks over and lays the heavy book on the table, then looks back and forth between Ishaza and Alethia. She says nothing.

Alethia blushes and giggles. She can't quite help herself.

Then she gets a bit of control over herself and says, "Thank you for grabbing it for me. Shall we, um, get back to reading?"

"Yes, please, be my guest."

Crin takes a seat at the table and gently drums her fingers along the cover of the book in her lap.

Alethia blushes once more but returns to her history and her atlas! To read them less distractedly this time, and take in more information! And also distract herself from the wave of embarrassment which is now, as predicted, flooding into her.

Ishaza shares a smile with Crin and settles back into her chair, picking up her own book and going back to her reading.

Crin also returns to her own book. 

"Feel free to ask any questions you'd like to," she says.

Despite everything, the warmth from earlier hasn't entirely dissipated. It seems to have been scattered by Alethia's orgasm, but with time it's starting to reform.

That warmth can mind its own business and leave her alone. She will not encourage it this time around.

"Okay!"

She, uh, was sufficiently distracted the first time through that it will in fact take her a bit to work through the material enough to develop any questions.

Crin seems content to read her own book, though that small smile of hers never quite goes from her face.

Ishaza also seems pretty happy about this state of affairs, and won't disturb Alethia for a little while at least.

Alethia will thus read and drink her tea and not encourage that warmth at all. Her victory is at hand!

Admittedly this is proving more difficult than it should, this soon after an orgasm, it hasn't even been that many minutes before her brain insistently remembers the sensation of Ishaza's tongue on her cockhead. She banishes the thought, takes another sip of her tea, and keeps reading.

After a few minutes of this, Ishaza gets up from her chair and stretches a little, leaning down to rub her right knee. She shoots Alethia a little rueful look.

Alethia stifles a giggle and then finds herself suddenly- remembering.

Yeah, that's right, Ishaza was down on her knees between Alethia's legs not that long ago.

Alethia came in her mouth.

Her eyes glue themselves to Ishaza's lips and her cock twitches behind her pants.

She blinks and looks back at her book.

My goodness, that was fast. She doesn't think she's ever ended up notably horny again that quickly before.

Ishaza sits back down at the table. 

Her top is still just as low-cut as before, and she's still just as close. 

The heat in Alethia wants to taste her skin. 

Her skin. And what's underneath, running through her veins.

Her eyes glue themselves to Ishaza's breasts for a long moment, and then it's back to her atlas.

And Ishaza's breasts, sometimes. Not as often as before, when it was noticed. It's silly that she's getting turned on again this fast, she doesn't want them to notice.

Crin's collarbone looks nice. Maybe she'll climb something tall again?

No, no, back to her book.

Crin leafs through her book a page at a time. She rolls one bare shoulder, her hand going up to rub at her neck - the same place where Ishaza has bite-marks. 

She wants to lick her. To touch. To watch her climb something tall and look up her skirt again.

Her cock is so hard. Already. It's distracting. She can feel it pulse whenever she has a particularly lewd thought, or Crin or Ishaza do something distracting.

Her gaze goes back to her book, but her eyes don't take in the words.

Getting her cock stroked earlier felt so good. She wants that again.

She feels a sudden compulsion to reach one hand down and squeeze her cock through her jeans.

She doesn't, thought, that's just- obviously a very bad idea.

Ishaza settles back in her chair and takes a deep breath. Her chest moves... rather distractingly. You know, it seems fairly clear that she's not wearing a bra.

Oh. Huh.

She really rather wishes she'd thought to reach down and verify that thought herself, earlier.

Ishaza has such nice breasts.

She stares. It can't have been long, surely. Not too long.

A minute at most.

Crin and Ishaza won't notice, they're reading.

Yeah, they won't notice.

Her left hand drops from the book and finds its way between her legs.

She squeezes and her cock pulses.

It feels incredible.

It's fine if she does this for a little bit. Lets her gaze flit from Ishaza to Crin and gives her cock an occasional squeeze through her jeans.

It's fine. She'll stop soon.

Crin closes her book with a snap. 

"Alright," she says. "I've given you two a chance, but at this point it's clear that Alethia's condition is not going to be cured by half measures. And Ishaza, I know kneeling on the stone floor is a stress position for you. It is time we discarded pretense and went up to the very nice double bed in my tower room. And stayed there. For a while." 

She looks over at Ishaza. "You can dispense with the dress."

Ishaza doesn't hesitate; she stands and undoes her dress, slipping it over her arm. She's wearing a small set of silk panties underneath, but no bra at all. Her bare breasts are thus placed directly in Alethia's eyeline.

Oh. She was noticed. This is kind of tremendously embarassing, but also hot. And last time she was noticed she had a lot of fun, and now it sounds like that's going to happen again. But. Without half-measures this time.

Does that mean she gets to fuck them?

She gives her cock a squeeze at the thought.

Of very substantial immediate importance, Ishaza is suddenly topless.

Alethia gives her cock another squeeze and stares, gaze fixed.

Then she shakes her head and- up, up she gets. Upright. She needs to be standing to follow them upstairs.

She doesn't think to remove her hand from the bulge in her pants as she does so. Or to stop herself from giving her cock another little squeeze at the thought of what might happen upstairs.

Crin ascends the stairs to the second floor, shooting a seductive glance over her shoulder.

"Sooner started, sooner finished," she teases. "Let's get down to it."

"Now you're in for it," Ishaza says with a smile. And then she follows Crin, her panty-clad ass waggling back and forth as she climbs the stairs.

Alethia follows and gives her cock little squeezes whenever the mood takes her. Which is often.

She hopes she gets to fuck them. She wants to fuck them.

The room at the top of the tower is gorgeous. There's a huge bed, several massive windows full of glass that look out over the surrounding woods and hills, and dozens of glowing crystal candlesticks lighting the whole room. A door over to the side leads to what's clearly an office.

Crin makes a beeline for the bed and kneels on it, gesturing to Ishaza. "Come here, dear," she calls, a light smile on her face. 

Ishaza crawls up onto the bed and presents her ass to Alethia, her legs slightly spread. Her tail slips in under her panties and pulls at them slightly.

Is she going to pull them to the side with her tail? She hopes so.

She squeezes her cock again. Pleasure pulses into her.

She's going to fuck Ishaza. She wants it. She needs it.

Crin gestures to Ishaza's ass. "Obedient, isn't she? And all yours to use, should you wish. Wouldn't you love to do that?" 

She grins and traces a finger along Ishaza's inner thigh.

Ishaza tenses a little and lets out a shaky sigh. 

"She's sensitive on her inner thighs," Crin confides to Alethia. "It's all the biting I've done there." 

She pulls Ishaza's panties down to her knees, exposing her slick pussy to Alethia. "Wouldn't you like to thrust yourself right in there?"

She nods as she stares, gaze fixed.

Her hands unbuckle her pants without her conscious choice to do so, and pull her cock out from behind her boxers. They squeeze and they stroke and she wants more.

She steps forward in a daze.

Crin grasps Ishaza's tail firmly and pulls back, forcing her to scoot back so her ass is presented at the edge of the bed. The height is just about perfect. 

"There we go," she says. "She's all yours."

She presses her cockhead against Ishaza's entrance.

Her eyelashes flutter.

Fuck.

Her hips push slowly forward. Soft, careful. Not, particularly, under her control. Not now that she can feel Ishaza's slick heat against her cockhead.

Crin takes her hand and settles it firmly on Ishaza's tail. 

"Be gentle, now. But don't be afraid to use it or her horns as convenient handholds. Ishaza's quite... sturdy." She grins. 

Ishaza rolls her hips back against Alethia, and that slick heat envelops her cockhead with a soft clench, milking her gently. 

More. Deeper.

She needs it.

Her hand squeezes Ishaza's tail, her hips push forward, her cock pushes in, and she gets what she needs.

"Good girl." 

Crin comes down off the bed and steps up behind Alethia. At first it seems like she's shorter, but then she steps up into the air. 

Her tongue presses against Alethia's shoulder, lapping softly. 

Then she bites. Softly. Gently. 

It feels like a flood of pleasurable electricity, every nerve in Alethia's shoulder singing out with shockingly bright appreciation. And then it spreads, sweeping through her body, warming and soothing and heating her, making Alethia more pliable and willing. 

Crin pulls her fangs away without draining any blood. "A little gift," she says. 

Her cock throbs and she thrusts forward into Ishaza as the venom sinks into her. Gently, still slowly, but inexorably compelled to earth her cock inside her.

It's so fucking good and she still needs more.

The bit of her still, somehow, paying attention to her own thoughts puts two and two together and realizes that she isn't going to stop feeling like she needs more until she spurts.

The thought races through and brings a burst of heat and increased urgency along for the ride. Her cock throbs inside Ishaza.

Crin stays behind her, stroking her back gently and kissing along her shoulder as she pumps slowly into Ishaza...

"I meant for you to be gentle with her tail," Crin whispers in Alethia's ear. "You can fuck her however hard you want."

From the bed, Ishaza lets out a ragged, needy moan.

Her thrusting suddenly, compulsively, speeds up. Having permission to go fast means she suddenly can't stop herself.

Pounding thrusting filling Ishaza up, hips suddenly puppeted by her own arousal and Crin's venom and the delicious sensation of fucking Ishaza's tight cunt.

She needs it, she needs more more more.

Crin starts nibbling teasingly at Alethia's shoulder, not giving her any more venom but teasing that she could, and presses her breasts into Alethia's back as she thrusts and whispers in her ear. 

"Yes, good, that's it, go on, let it all out..."

Ishaze's buried one of her hands against her clit as Alethia thrusts into her and is starting to clench hard around her.

Cumming earlier felt so good.

So good.

She wants to do it again. And Crin just whispered in her ear to let it all out, right? So it's fine to thrust and thrust and chase orgasm. To throw herself headlong after it, more and more desperate for that delicious sensation with every thrust.

After only a few more thrusts, Ishaza quite loudly comes undone beneath her, high breathy whimpers spilling from her mouth as she tips over the edge.

And Crin bites again, gentle but firm, and another wave of electric pleasure sweeps Alethia's body even as Ishaza desperately bucks back against her.

Fuck yes.

She earths her cock inside Ishaza and gushes.

Her eyelashes flutter and she moans, spurt after electrifying spurt gushing out into Ishaza.

And it doesn't stop. It goes on and on, longer even than the orgasm downstairs in Ishaza's mouth.

She basks in it, wallows in it, frantically and desperately prolongs it.

One more spurt, one more, she needs more.

And then, eventually, after what has to have been longer than half a minute, it ends.

She wishes it had lasted longer.

Ishaza lets out a low, pleased half-moan and pulls forward off of Alethia's cock, her legs trembling a little on the bed. She lies down heavily on her side, then rolls over onto her back on the double bed. 

"That was lovely," she croons. She runs a hand through her hair, pushing back silver strands that have fallen into her face. Then she smiles and waves a hand, and Hysh washes across her body and Alethia's, making the evidence of their intimate encounter disappear. 

She's still lying nude on her back with her legs half-spread, though, so Alethia is getting quite the view. 

She raises her arms as if to hug Alethia. "Come here," she says.

Crin smiles that little smirk of hers, and gently pushes Alethia down into Ishaza's embrace. 

"You two lovebirds take some time together," she says. "You gave me a beautiful performance."

That view was interesting. Her libido always takes a little bit to fully fade after an orgasm.

She snuggles into Ishaza's arms, sighing softly as she does.

Ishaza is warm and soft and cozy. Alethia is in fact herself warm and soft and cozy, in her new body. She's quite glad for this; Ishaza deserves only the most pleasant of Alethias to snuggle.

She is not sure how to feel about getting a positive review. Well, she knows it's positively, she just got a good grade in sex show, something which until this very moment she did not know was both reasonable to want and possible to achieve. But the exact flavor of positive is apparently blushy and a tiny bit shy. She nuzzles into Ishaza's shoulder.

Crin lies down on the bed next to Alethia and traces a hand softly along her back, lingering momentarily on the still-shining-sweet site of her earlier bite. It feels like a cloud of warm static washing through her body, electrical and hot but only a little insistent. Mostly it just feels good, like the tightness of Ishaza's sex or the kiss of Crin's teeth against skin. It's bright and warm and shivery and feels just a little like melting. 

"Your first bite," Crin croons softly. "It's been a while since I last sank my teeth into someone new..." 

She reaches down between her own legs and blatantly strokes herself through her skirt, her fingers wriggling back and forth in the space between her legs.

"Doesn't it feel glorious? I've never been able to feel it myself, my own venom doesn't work on me half as well as it does on Ishaza, but from what she's told me..." 

Crin trails two fingers in a little circle around the bite-mark, like it's a sudden clit on Alethia's shoulder. It's almost as intense. And all that from one bite. 

"I could just sit here and stroke you gently while Ishaza holds you close and it wouldn't take long for you to, mmmm... Do I need to say it?" She chuckles to herself and lifts her fingers away. 

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.

Crin snaps her fingers, and one of the bedposts crackles with sudden light. Hysh, flooding into Ishaza, restoring her as fast as Alethia can take from her, heightening and refining her blood to even higher heights of fresh rawness and umami richness. It tastes like sex. 

As Alethia drives her cock again and again into Ishaza, animalistic and raw, Crin comes up behind her and bites her unbitten shoulder. 

Pleasure blooms, floods her, radiating outwards - and then Crin shifts in closer and bites Alethia's neck, the venom pouring directly into her carotid. If the earlier bites were beautiful, this is a lightning-strike as the thick artery carries the venom straight to Alethia's brain. It whites out her world for a moment, fills her with raw animal satisfaction, more intense than sex, more intense than feeding, more intense than both together.

She comes deep inside Ishaza. There's nothing she can do about it. The pleasure of Crin's venom won't allow anything else.

It almost doesn't feel like she's forced to cum. It just feels like suddenly everything feels so much better. So good. Like it's only natural to suddenly and compulsively spurt and spurt and spurt into Ishaza.

It's the best thing she's ever felt, and as it goes on and on she can't want anything besides for it not to stop.

She needs it, she needs more of it, she needs to cum and cum and cum.

Crin muffles a small sound against Alethia's shoulder, and reluctantly withdraws her fangs, her venom spent, her own arousal from feeding disrupting her concentration for just a moment. 

Ishaza is too far gone in her own orgasm to manage to do anything but gasp and writhe prettily beneath Alethia.

Alethia's orgasm trails off inside Ishaza after Crin's venom runs out but before she pulls herself away from feeding.

She's still hard. The aftershocks of the orgasm haven't even finished fading, quite yet.

That was the best thing she's ever felt. So good.

Too good.

She needs it again. Will they let her do that again before she leaves if she asks nicely?

The aftershocks finish.

Crin is still reeling.

This is her last chance. She can tell. That thought at the end there was- compelling. It's still compelling and she's at the nadir of her arousal cycle.

If she's still here a minute from now, five minutes from now she's going to be inside Ishaza again. Or maybe Crin.

She can feel her softening cock try to twitch at that thought.

She moves, flinging herself away from Crin and Ishaza and out the window.

Both Crin and Ishaza are too off-balance to stop her.

It’s a long fall, out of Crin’s window, but she isn’t really worried about that. She’s durable. No, she’s worried about moving quickly, about putting ground between her and Crin’s tower as quickly as possible. About escaping from view quickly.

She runs to the nearest forest, turning her strength into speed as best she can, hoping beyond hope to somehow outrun the venom coursing through her.

It’s not long at all before she’s in the forest. She’s fast, like this. And she zigs and zags through that forest, switching direction occasionally but navigating by the moonlight filtering through the trees to ensure that the distance between her and Crin’s tower is ever increasing.

She runs and runs for no few minutes.

A sense of giddy triumph rises in her. She did it. She escaped. She won.

Her cock twitches as she runs, suddenly hard.

Huh, when did that happen?

It’s. Distracting. Very insistently so. Calls her attention to itself in a way that’s kind of impossible to fight.

She suddenly realizes she’s stopped running.

Huh.

She should probably get herself off. She’s just. Too horny to focus, right now, if she doesn’t.

Besides, she won. Doesn’t she deserve some pleasure?

Her hand wraps around her cock and Crin’s venom in her causes that to light up her nerves like a Christmas tree.

Fuck. Yes, it’s definitely the right move to get herself off.

She should go quickly, though. Fast. So she can escape quickly. So she can cum quickly.

Her hand strokes up and down her cock, fast, fast, as she deliberately throws herself after orgasm. Chasing it frantically.

She finds herself remembering cumming deep inside Ishaza as Crin bit into her neck. She wants that again. She wants to fuck Crin while she bites her, to feed and feed on Crin as Crin envenomates her. She just knows it would feel better. She wants to cum she wants to cum she wants to cum-

Suddenly, it’s there. Her cock gushes out rope after rope of thick cum into the moss in front of her, her mind fills with euphoria, and suddenly everything but the next spurt stops mattering. When her orgasm starts to trail off she frantically strokes herself a few times, attempting to wring as much pleasure out of herself as she possibly can.

But it ends.

She basks in the afterglow of her orgasm for long moments, waiting for her arousal to fully fade, for her cock to start behaving itself.

It doesn't.

She's still hard. She doesn't feel like she's going to stop being hard. She kind of wants to stroke herself off until she orgasms again.

Her arousal level is definitely down, but it's already starting to creep back up. Maybe? She isn't quite sure, but it's definitely not decreasing any more. She can run again now, though, focus on something besides her arousal. She takes stock of her surroundings so she can decide which direction to run in.

And Crin comes down from the sky, massive bat wings beating behind her back, with not a stitch on her. Her breasts and pussy are bared in the moonlight, every inch of her pale skin available for Alethia to ogle. She alights a few yards away on the grass, her arms spread invitingly.

"I didn't say you could leave yet," she calls out, tension in her voice. "Enough of this tantrum. Come fuck me. Now."

If her voice was warmth and sexuality before, now it's heat, passion, need. It's beyond human. The venom in Alethia demands her surrender, commands her to obey. Every inch of her body screams to submit and be fulfilled.

The feeling is viscerally sexual in a way that reaches straight down to her hindbrain. Right down to that needy bit of her brain controlled by her cock. Her hand starts stroking again.

She steps forward towards Crin, pulled along by the heat in her twitching cock and venom coursing through her veins.

Her gaze flits across Crin's naked body, pulled almost gravitationally towards her bared breasts and naked cunt.

She can feel her mind trying to warp in response to that pressure, to the lust it brings along with it. It's fine if she just fucks her, right? She can fuck her and not drink from her and it'll be fine. It's fine. Crin said she could go if she asked, she'll just fuck her and ask to go after.

It would be really nice if Crin bit her again.

It's hard to resist that pressure on her thoughts, since- letting her mind smush softly under Crin's will feels good. It's hard to stop the same way it would be hard to stop Crin from stroking her cock. It's sexually satisfying in almost the same way, and coaxes her libido to the forefront of her thoughts in a way that's hard to even want to resist.

But no. That's not- those aren't the thoughts she should be having right now.

She stops, having only taken one step toward Crin. Her hand continues, unnoticed, to softly, slowly, stroke her cock. She doesn't stop staring.

But she does stop walking.

"I'm not going to have sex with you. It's- it's a bad idea. I shouldn't. I won't."

"You're not going to leave me unfulfilled, are you? I'm hungry and needy and you just abandoned me." 

Crin reaches down between her legs and strokes herself lightly, her body shifting with the small movement. 

"It's okay if you don't want to get off. But I do. And you're very easy on the eyes. So why don't you just stay right there and watch me? We can just both stay here and have our own fun." 

She hides her breasts coquettishly behind one wing, and ducks her head. "It's a little embarrassing to have you watch me, but frankly I don't care about anything but getting off right now. Come now, the grass is soft..." 

Crin lowers herself to her knees on the grass, her fingers still working between her legs, playing firmly with her clit.

Her eyes close as she works herself, and she bites her own hand, puncture-marks pressing into her skin. She lets out a muffled, needy noise. She seems to have completely forgotten Alethia for a moment. 

Crin's will suddenly feels- different. Diffuse. Misty. Coaxing instead of grasping. Maybe- maybe not even there? Did it stop? She still feels good. But it isn't slamming into her mind. If Crin's doing anything, which she isn't sure about, it's-

Her cock twitches in her hand. She's so horny.

She wants to cum again. It felt so good. So incredible.

Her gaze flits from between Crin's legs to her neck.

She's thirsty, too. Maybe she should have drank from Ishaza some more before she ran?

Either way. She's really, really horny. Her hand feels so good on her cock.

Huh? Her hand is on her cock? She didn't realize she'd started stroking again.

Since she is, though- probably she should get herself off quickly? Before she runs? So she can focus.

So she can spurt.

She strokes herself faster.

She needs it.

She needs to get off so badly.

Crin just works her clit for a long moment, emitting little gasps and moans rather than any words. Her hiding wing falls away a little and Alethia can watch her paw at her breasts with her free hand, stroking their nipples and pinching lightly. 

She builds and builds, her whole body wracked with shudders and shakes, and then she looks up at Alethia with clear desperation in her eyes.

"Come on," she breathes. "I want you to let me get you off. With my hands, with my mouth, I don't care, I just want to come with you. You can give me that, can't you?"

Letting Crin get her off would make things faster, right? And she'd get to get off faster. That's important.

She takes a step towards Crin.

Because she needs to cum go quickly so she can start running soon.

Another step.

It's just sensible. And letting Crin use her mouth just means it will be faster. So it's the obvious right move, right?

Another step.

She probably shouldn't though, right? It's. It's probably a bad idea for- some reason? She thinks there was a reason.

She takes one last step. She's standing in front of Crin now. Stroking her cock and pointing it at Crin's lips.

But cumming is important, right? It's important to spurt. To get herself off. And Crin's mouth would feel so good.

She lets out a soft moan.

She wants it. But- she shouldn't, right? Or she should?

She stares at Crin's lips and strokes her cock.

Crin settles the matter for her. 

She leans forward, opens her mouth, and gently envelops Alethia's dick in her warm, wet mouth. 

Her head bobs slowly, moving naturally with the rhythm of her body, with each downstroke of her hand against her clit and each motion of her hand across her breasts. 

She suckles firmly, her body moving in with the motion, and grabs Alethia's ass with one hand, wrapping her wing around as well to enclose her legs. She's not getting away now. 

Alethia's mouth falls open in a gasp. Her eyelashes flutter.

Crin's mouth feels so good.

She moans.

She needs to get off. So letting Crin suck her off just makes sense.

It's fine.

Crin pulls off, and bites down on her back teeth under the guise of taking a breath. Venom floods into her mouth as well-trained vampire instinct comes to the fore. 

Then she takes Alethia into her mouth again, and the bath of venom envelops her cockhead, pressed firmly into place by smooth motions of Crin's tongue. At first it just feels like more, more sensation, more pleasure, but gradually over a few seconds it starts to settle into the familiar tingly static of the bites on Alethia's shoulder and neck, only focused deep in her abdomen and groin.

Crin lets out a small satisfied noise, her own hand on her clit pressing a little more firmly. She's so close to having Alethia in the palm of her hand...

Crin's mouth feels good. Her cock twitches as Crin sucks on it.

The voice in the back of her head that would be noticing the similarity with the bites from earlier is too busy wallowing in the sensation of Crin's tongue against her cockhead to notice anything at all.

Would Crin mind if Alethia fucked her mouth a bit? She should ask-

Alethia's hips stars slowly, gently, sinuously thrusting. Small motions, not doing anything more than slightly accentuating Crin's own movement.

Another moan spills from her lips.

She wants to keep doing this until she cums in Crin's mouth.

Crin suckles, firm and smooth, her wing braced on Alethia's hips, her fingers tracing her clit and Alethia's thigh in turn. 

She keeps going until Alethia's taste starts to change, the sure sign of her approaching orgasm, and them she backs off and looks up at her with a mischievous grin. 

"Don't you want to finish in my pussy?" she croons. "It's so nice and hot in there, so pleasurable. You're sure you don't want to fuck me?"

She blinks.

Her cock throbs, neglected. It twitches.

She wraps her hand around the base and squeezes.

She wants to spurt.

She sways in place. Her hand starts to slowly make its way up and down her cock.

She's so close.

She wants to fuck Crin.

But she shouldn't, right? It's a bad idea. Dangerous.

"It's alright," Crin says, kissing Alethia's thigh gently. "You can just fuck me. You don't have to bite me. I just really, really need this right now. I can't help but be entranced by your hard cock and your breasts. You don't have to feed on me. Your will is too strong for me. I can't keep you as my pet or my toy. It's okay to take your satisfaction. I'll even bite you more if you want."

Her hand idly strokes her cock, fantasies flitting through her head.

Crin's words swirl around her and sweep her up, arousal and pleasure pulsing through her.

She feels giddy. Powerful. Like she's in complete control and doesn't need to worry at all.

Crin's right. It's fine to fuck her. To sink her cock into her. To thrust and thrust and thrust until she spurts. She just won't bite her. Sink her teeth in and drink as she ruts into her slick cunt.

It's fine. She just won't do that.

Her eyes can't seem to decide whether they want to be on Crin's tits, her neck, or her cunt.

She kind of wants to just stand there and stroke herself off until she cums on Crin's pale skin, but that would mean she wasn't sinking her cock into Crin and cumming inside her, and that would be terrible. She needs it.

It's okay. It's fine.

"Okay. I'll just. Just fuck you a bit and then go. Need to cum in you. Then I'll go. "

Alethia's body can't take much more of this. Even the defenses on her soul are starting to crumble beneath this much venom.

"Come, then," Crin murmurs. "What are you waiting for?" She rolls her hips once against Alethia's calf, her wet pussy pressing in, and then settles backwards onto the grass, a blanket of mist blunting the hardness of the ground. Her legs spread wide open as she offers herself up to Alethia, her sex deep pink and wet with nectar. She spreads herself, the heel of her hand pressing in against her clit. 

"Come fuck me," she repeats, her breath husky and low. "Take your pleasure." 

She sways for a moment in a lustdrunk stupor, gaze fixed on Crin's spread pussy.

There's nothing to wait for. No reason to wait. She pants.

She needs it.

She positions herself over Crin, moving with an almost frantic energy.

Her stroking hand comes to a stop at the base of her shaft. Her cock throbs in her grip.

She presses her cockhead against Crin's entrance and pauses, some vague thought in the back of her head struggling to force its way through the lust shrouding her mind.

Crin settles in, not quite pushing her hips against Alethia but perfecting the angle and giving her every opportunity to break. Her wings wrap softly around Alethia's body as her hands settle against her back.

"Go on," she whispers in Alethia's ear. "Fuck me."

Her hips push forward just a bit.

Her cockhead pushes inside.

Crin's cunt does feel pleasurable. Warm and hot and slick and like Alethia should cum inside.

She can't resist.

Her hips press in, pushing and pushing, her cock slowly spearing into Crin, stretching her cunt around her cock.

She doesn't decide to thrust deeper and deeper until her cock is buried to the hilt.

She just does.

Her hips press in compulsively, locked against Crin as her lust fuzzily demands more pleasure and her twitching cock demands deeper.

Crin lets out a full-throated moan as she's finally penetrated, her already well-warmed body responding eagerly to Alethia's needy thrust. Her whole body shudders with pleasure, and her legs wrap around Alethia's hips half-instinctually. Yes, it's good to keep her closer, but right now Crin's hindbrain is in control. 

She muffles another heavy moan against Alethia's shoulder, and rolls her hips eagerly, stopping just short of an instinctual bite. It's hard to stay focused when she's being penetrated like this but she has a job to do and she needs to seduce Alethia, and right now biting her will only make her panic. 

She presses in her new partner and takes a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Come inside me," she half-begs, half-commands. "Come for - for me." 

She was going to thrust into Crin's pussy lots and lots before she came inside her.

But also she could just cum right now.

Her cock twitches as Crin's command suddenly fills her with a barely resistible urge to spurt and spurt and-

If she came right now, she'd cum.

And she wants to cum.

It would feel so good to just gush she wants it-

She lets out a soft little gasp as her hips push forward and her cock spasms inside Crin and she cums.

Spurt after glorious spurt, gush of pleasure after gush of pleasure.

It feels better, it feels more. More than any other orgasm she's ever had. It reaches straight up into her brain and submerges any bit of her that could actually think under a wash of pleasure and desire and satisfaction. And it whispers forcefully to her- see? This is what Crin can give you if you let her. This is what happens when you let your cock do the thinking for you.

Isn't she glad she did?

And she is glad. She's so incredibly absurdly glad she decided to fuck Crin. That she's finishing inside her.

She gushes into her, and when her orgasm starts to flag she thrusts into Crin's pussy another few times and she spurts more.

But, finally, it ends.

She sighs as warm post-orgasmic euphoria fills her up enough to almost make her forget that Crin is dangerous.

She wishes her orgasm could have gone on just a bit longer.

Crin settles her closer in the embrace of her arms, wings and legs. She's thoroughly wrapped up with Alethia now, and her body's deeply flushed with arousal. 

She whispers in her ear. "Goooooooooood girl. Wouldn't you love to do that again? And again? And again, and again, and again?"

She kisses the bite-mark on Alethia's shoulder and wriggles her hips needily around Alethia's still rock-hard cock. "Please, Alethia. Please fuck me more. I still haven't come yet and it would feel so good... You can stay just a few more minutes, can't you? Just a few more minutes?" 

"No, you're going to stay with me. It's just rude to leave a woman unsatisfied, weren't you ever taught that? You don't want to be rude, do you? Stop pretending you don't want to fuck me. You're not at all convincing, especially not with your cock put deep between my legs."

She grinds in, pressing her clit against the base of Alethia's shaft, and kisses the bite on her neck, just lightly enough to make it sing again.

She moans when Crin grinds in, eyelashes fluttering and cock throbbing.

She needs more.

And. She's already so horny again. Wants to fuck Crin so badly.

Shouldn't she get herself off some more before she goes? To. To make sure. And. She's so horny. Just after she finished inside Crin. She's probably going to need to cum multiple times, right?

Again, and again, and again.

Her hips shift as she considers the question of whether she should stay for longer and fuck Crin a few more times. Her cock slides gently forward and back inside Crin.

Crin lets out a hot, heavy sigh in Alethia's ear, right against the nape of her neck. She's honestly not sure if that's for show or for real, at this point. Maybe it's both. 

Her hips roll back against Alethia, soft and gentle, following her subtle motions with the primal logic of sex. If you do this, it feels good, so do that thing more.

"Fuck me," she murmurs, the power falling out of her voice for a moment - but then she recovers and repeats herself more forcefully. "Fuck me."

Crin's rolling hips slowly coax her small motions longer and deeper. Her cock thrusts in and out of Crin in long, smooth motions.

Should she fuck Crin?

Her thrusting speeds up.

Should she thrust and thrust her cock into Crin's tight cunt until she pumps her full of cum?

Crin's pussy feels good to thrust into. Cumming inside her feels good.

She can leave after she does it again. Maybe a few times.

It feels so good.

She moans a breathless assent as she thrusts into Crin again and again.

For a few moments, Crin's instincts take over. Her body wants to move, to clench, to grind - 

But she's so close to winning.

She focuses as best she can, waiting for her moment, her body rolling easily, her fingers tense on Alethia's back, her wings cradling her in close, her pussy milking her - 

Soon it'll be her moment. Soon Alethia will be close. And that vulnerable moment just before orgasm is when she'll strike.

Crin's pussy feels good. And the whole point of this is to get herself off lots and lots before she leaves.

So it's just sensible to thrust and thrust and chase after an orgasm, right?

To let the pleasure Crin's slick cunt is filling her with goad her into letting her cock make all the pacing decisions?

To thrust and thrust and rush headlong towards as much pleasure as she can get?

Right?

Right.

"I could bite you, if you wanted," Crin croons, her fingers pressing in along Alethia's spine. "Doesn't that sound wonderful? To help us both along to orgasm? Don't you want to be bitten? Wasn't it wonderful when you came inside Ishaza?" 

She nibbles very lightly at Alethia's neck, but her fangs don't quite break skin. "I can give you that again. And again, and again, and again..."

She kisses the old bite, soft and sweet, and whispers in Alethia's ear. "Just ask."

Her frantic thrusting into Crin's cunt is filling her with enough pleasure it takes her a few seconds to parse what Crin is saying.

Then she understands, and she moans as the memories flood through her.

She wants it. She wants it so much. And she's doing this to get herself off bunches, right? She came so hard then. So much.

And if Crin bit her she'd come like that again now and she wants it wants it wants it.

"Yes! Yes, please. Please!"

And Crin bites. On the shoulder, rather than the neck.

If anything it's more intense than the first few shoulder bites, held so close in Crin's grip. The heat of her sex, the press of her wings and hands against Alethia's back, the press of her legs around Alethia's waist, the slight prickle of broken skin at her neck - all of these are amplified, sensualized, made into perfect caresses against her body. It feels like every sensation is finer and more discrete, like there's been a whole second set of nerves added to her body that only feel pleasure. Her body feels slightly numb and floaty, but the pleasure is bright and searing. Everything is beyond perfect. 

Crin rolls her hips slowly and breathes hot against Alethia's shoulder, and the sensations flood her, the site of the bite bright and shivery even as the smallest motion of her cock against Crin's tight inner walls comes as a cascade of pleasure. 

Alethia loses all conscious control of her body.

Nuzzling into Crin feels good. So she does.

Thrusting into Crin feels good. So she does.

The venom buries her thoughts behind a happy veil of lust and pleasure, and she rubs herself against Crin as she thrusts into her and basks in it all.

And Crin shifts her fangs a little higher, lines up on the bite mark on Alethia's carotid, and drives her fangs home again.

The venom pours into Alethia's brain again, a blast of lightning-bright pleasure that makes the shoulder bite of a moment ago seem like nothing. There's nothing left but pure elemental satiation, too much for Alethia's mind to handle. 

There, that ought to give her a moment to breathe - 

And it happens again. That glorious pleasure, rising and rising until she can't control herself, until the idea of controlling herself is foreign. The pleasure from her slow thrusting into Crin rises and becomes insistent. She thrusts herself into Crin, suddenly frantic for more.

And she gets it.

She spurts into Crin, again and again, on and on, her mind lighting up a filling with pure animalistic joy. And somehow her orgasm is never quite over, there's always just a few more spurts waiting for her if she just thrusts into Crin a few more times.

It's paradise.

And as Alethia mindlessly ruts into her, safely in the grip of her own pleasure and not about to flee anytime soon, Crin lets herself finally tip over the edge and come.

A wave of shudders wracks her body, and she clenches, her hips jerking a little with the intensity of her orgasm. It feels incredible. She's been all caught up in the chase and the adrenaline's turned into tension and from there into pleasure, a flare of heat that emanates out from her sex and all across her body. A heavy flush leaps up from her groin and spreads across her face, and she presses in against Alethia with a shuddering moan and bucks in return. 

It takes a little while for her to come back down.

Alethia's orgasm goes on for a while. There is no whispering to her brain this time, forceful or otherwise. No, this orgasm simply reaches up into her brain and smothers it with enough pleasure, with enough pure animalistic gushing pleasure, that those parts of her brain not governed by her needy twitching cock just go quiet for a bit. Squished down and pushed out of the way. Clearly unneeded for now, and smothered under enough befuddling pleasure they couldn't be used even if they were.

So, when she comes down from her orgasm, when it finally trickles to an end and she finds herself wishing it went on longer, cock still rock hard and twitching insistently inside Crin- well. The thing to do is obvious.

She needs to have another orgasm. To keep fucking Crin's tight pussy until she cums inside her again.

She's horny. She wants to cum again. So she fucks Crin some more.

And Crin comes up for air. 

A second orgasm is somewhere in the offing, for her - she knows her own body well enough, and it's responding more than eagerly to Alethia's thrusts - but for now she has her mind and her reason and Alethia... clearly doesn't. 

She's won. 

She just needs to cement her victory. 

"That was so wonderful, wasn't it?" she croons. "Didn't it feel incredible?"

She nods and moans.

"Yeah. So good."

Fuck, so good. She needs more.

She works her cock in and out of Crin. She needs it. Needs it.

Crin rolls her hips smoothly in response, the motions familiar to her, her own need at a low but building ebb. She might be beneath Alethia, but she's the one in control.

"You want me to bite you again, don't you? Just ask. Just give in. You know you want this. You know you want the pleasure my venom can bring. You know it's time to give in. Just rut into me, just fuck me. Let your body tell you what it needs, it knows better than you."

She whines with euphoric, delirious pleasure, and does exactly what Crin asks.

"Bite me bite me bite me please?"

Why wouldn't she do what Crin said? It feels so good when she listens, when she ruts into Crin, when she pumps Crin full of cum. She wants it so much.

Of course she listens.

She bites again, her body rocking eagerly into Alethia's desperate thrusts, body and teeth working together to drive intense and desperate pleasure into Alethia's brainstem.

More venom floods Alethia, wiping out any remaining chance of resistance. The pleasure is unearthly. It's hard to even string two thoughts together.

It's time for the last push, the final step before it all ends. The final hurdle to break Alethia's will and make her her own. 

She loves this part.

"It'll feel even better," she whispers softly in Alethia's ear. "If you bite me. Remember how horny it made you to drink from Ishaza? It'll feel even better. So, so, so much better. You'll come for a long, long, long time. So you mustn't. Right? You really mustn't become mine forever and ever."

Her gaze fixes itself on Crin's neck.

Yeah. She mustn't. For- some reason? There was a reason, right? That she didn't want to become Crin's forever?

Crin's slick cunt squeezes around her thrusting cock. She twitches and throbs inside Crin and she fucks her, faster, harder, more, more.

She needs more. She needs this not to end. She needs to cum more.

Her cock knows what it needs better than she does. She should just fuck Crin and listen to it.

Crin's neck is right there.

Venom floods her mouth.

Bite me.

She needs it.

Her mouth opens and an instant later teeth sink into Crin's flesh.

And Crin lets out a shuddering gasp as Alethia's venom drives directly into her brain.

The sensation is more than all her talks with Ishaza could prepare her for. Ishaza said it was the most intense thing she'd ever felt - and now Crin knows exactly what she was talking about. It's like electricity, like fire, like sweetness, like sex. 

She feels like she's just lost her virginity all over again. Had her first orgasm. Something like that. Something old and yet entirely new. 

Meanwhile, Alethia's getting a slightly more broad but no less intense experience as Crin's venom-laden blood flows directly down through her fangs and into her heart, where it circulates quickly throughout her body. It's the same sensation as one of the diffuse shoulder bites, only it centers in her chest and makes her feel warm, affectionate and possessed. It's a sating of a hunger and the pleasure of giving in all at once. 

She drinks from Crin, her face in the crook of Crin's neck. She inhales her scent and basks in her presence, her warmth. She's there and it feels a bit like Alethia belongs to her but in a warm and cozy way that means Crin will take good care of her. At the same time, her thirst, her desire to drink grows and balloons, filling her up and muscling everything else out of the way. The pleasure of it all grows, but the urgency of satisfying her carnal lusts fades slightly as she falls once more into slow pleasuredunk languor, even her lustaddled thoughts from earlier softly smothered under that warm blanket of pleasure.

She feels warm and good. She wants to fuck Crin forever, drink from her forever.

She goes about trying to do just that, slowly thrusting in and out of Crin, drinking and drinking and drinking as she does.

And Crin, unfamiliar with the sensation of being bitten, finds herself quickly approaching her own orgasm. 

She just needs to get Alethia to come with her. 

That's all.

It seems incredibly far away now. It's so hard to focus through the venom. 

But the venom wants her to move her body, and that serves her purpose, and she has enough presence of mind to fuck Alethia back and try to speed the pace a little - 

The lust builds and builds as she drinks, until it eventually overwhelms even the pleasure of drinking from Crin and fills her with a lust so intense it suddenly overtops the banks of her mind and convulsively puppets her body.

Her hips suddenly pick up speed and she pounds into Crin's slick cunt, each thrust, each bit of Crin she drinks, making her want more and more pleasure, and somehow each and every single thrust gives it to her.

She can't stop. She can't want to stop. She can only thrust and thrust, suddenly desperately and monomaniacally focused on filling Crin, on pumping her cum into her.

On biting her on drinking from her on being hers on drinking and cumming and drinking and cumming-

She earths herself inside Crin and gushes. Filling her, spurt after spurt, longer and better than any orgasm of her life, so fucking good and she needs it not to stop, she needs more, more more more.

She basks in the mindless bliss of rutting and never wants it to end.

Crin moans full-throatedly as Alethia hammers into her. She's feeling intense pleasure from her neck and her pussy simultaneously, and either one would be enough by itself. She gasps out her orgasm, clenches HARD around Alethia's cock, and comes, comes, comes.

Then the bond snaps into place, a firm awareness of Alethia as hers, a sense of her position (atop her) and her distance (skin-close) and what she's thinking (she never wants this to end) and the intense pleasure she's feeling. There's a sense of ease to pressuring her now, to influencing her, to making her bend. She's hers now. Hers forever. 

It feels deeply right to claim her like this. A hunt successfully ended. With a bang, so to speak. 

"Mine," she half-snarls in Alethia's ear. "Mine forever."

And she presses on that new bond and shoves all her own pleasure down it as a reward for her good girl.

She whines and moans and thrusts and cums, more and more and more, and it's everything she wanted. She can't summon the will to take her mouth from Crin's neck, to stop drinking from her. She can't summon the desire to want to.

Yours.

It slips through between convulsive thrusts and brainmelting spurts, only the force of the bond in her mind letting Crin's new ownership of her compete on an even level with the pleasure of drinking from her and filling her up.

She is Crin's and she belongs to Crin and Crin's cunt is clenching around her cock and she can cum as much as she wants.

She wants to cum lots and lots, more and more. The desire never stops, it never fades. It grows with each pulse of pleasure, each rope of cum she pumps into Crin. She thrusts and thrusts and cums and cums and there's no end to it. No need for control, for thought. For her to do anything but exactly what she wants, what Crin wants.

Crin's orgasm goes on for a while. It's hard to focus through the pleasure reflected back off of Alethia. 

But eventually - very eventually - it peters out. 

She's left on a bed of mist in the deep and dusky grass, bathed in the light of the moon, happy, whole, and content. 

This was a good hunt. 

She draws her fingers slowly through the hair of her new thrall, feeling the softness of her, the sweetness of her against her body. There will be more nights like this not too far away, but they will all start with a foregone conclusion at the start. There's only one hunt for Alethia that matters.

She gently pulls Alethia's teeth out of her neck with a whispered command, and with a motion of her mind, lulls her towards sleep.

Her orgasm stops. Ends. Fades gently. And it was enough, because it was enough for Crin. Warm satisfaction rolls through her.

And she's tired, suddenly. Sleepy. And Crin is soft and comfy. 

Crin is going to keep her. She can feel it. Crin is going to keep her safe and happy and hers forever and ever.

She sighs and falls into blissful slumber, wrapped up in Crin and happy.

And Crin holds her gently, all wrapped up in her wings, and sends a brief message home through her other thrall bond.

It's not too long before Ishaza comes out of the woods on Crin's Grey, dressed in a heavy cloak and carrying a lantern. Alethia's desperate flight didn't take her so far away, after all. 

She dismounts from the wolf and comes to kneel by Crin's side. Her gaze meets Crin's for a moment. 

"Isn't she beautiful?", Crin whispers.

"She is," Ishaza replies just as quietly. "And she's ours, now. Forever."

Crin stands carefully, lifting the sleeping Alethia in a princess carry. 

"Let's get her back to her bed," she says. "It can't be good for her to sleep outside like this."

The corner of Ishaza's mouth twitches up a little. 

"Yes," she says. "And I think we have a tower window to replace, so I see no reason for us not to join her." 

"I was worried when she went out the window," Crin says. "She gave us a good hunt. But she's ours now, and that's what matters."

Ishaza nods. "Just so." 

She mounts back up on Grey, and looks over at Crin. "Would you like something to wear?", she asks. 

"The night air is bracing, and I don't want to set Alethia down on the hard ground. We'll get home in good time." 

"Very well." 

She nudges Grey forwards, and the great wolf lopes away.

And Crin carries Alethia onwards, back to her new home.