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Chapter IV
It is tragic that our base instincts remain.
Even now we live amongst them, and even.
rule them
But despite the way we refer to ourselves
We will always be, Vampires.
-Countess Eshna, Methuselah
415 years after the taming
2 years before her death by starvation
Ewan turned out to be right. She did feel sore; especially in her thighs. The master hadn't held anything back, and his strength had left her feeling shaky. That or the dregs of the venom which had left her feeling exhausted as the energy rush went away. It was almost like drinking several cups of coffee, or at least what happens after you drink several cups.
The house had heated showers which were somewhat of a luxury in this day and age, and she luxuriated in the spray as she washed away the fluids from this afternoon's event. She wasn't sure what to label it as, after all it had cost a new found friend her life, but for some reason she couldn't find herself regretting anything. Yes she could have tried to stop Mariah from going to her doom, and yes she could have tried to intervene on her friends behalf. Perhaps even offer herself up for slaughter instead. Mariah would have been displeased at this notion though.
Karissa had asked the other girls how long Mariah had worked here. The master had selected her young, only fifteen years. Her family had been in desperate straits. They couldn't feed her, and because of that her growth stunted. They lived in little more than a shack at the edge of the city. The master had walked out there himself, and personally handed her father the check that would buy them out of poverty. They'd been almost relieved to let their daughter go, and soon after coming here she'd finally agreed with her parents.
She finished lathering her body, and began rinsing while she continued to ponder the hypocrisy of the place. In the world sex meant the creation of life, of new children born from two people copulating. Here it was different. The girls played, there was no less vulgar term for it, nearly all the time in anticipation of the day they would have sex with the master, and die doing it. What he offered was a lethal embrace. Loving and caring, but no less lethal for it. Clearly the death of Mariah had mattered to him. They had a long enough history together. Perhaps that had been why he'd taken so long to bite her. The girls had reported that sometimes the master would skip the foreplay, and go straight for the entree, much to the delight, or dismay, of the girl involved.
That was another thing that bothered her about the place. All of the women, for there was no one below marrying age, acted like girls! They did their chores, and then spent the day playing games, both sexual and not, read books, and acted with little control over their impulses. There were no classes, no lessons on ladylike behavior. This made sense of course as all of their days were numbered, and there would be no point in educating someone who would be dead in just a couple years at the most. Still it drove her to frustration, and Karissa resolved not to abandon her education while she was here.
"You look tasty," a familiar voice purred, and Karissa spun around in shock. Illia stood in the doorway, her lips parted slightly to reveal her fangs. At being spotted her red lips turned up into a mischievous smile, and her tongue ran along them. "Scrumptious one would say."
Karissa's hand moved to her throat in shock, and sudden despair. Her ribbon hung from her bed stead behind Ilia. At the moment her neck was bare, and from the looks of things Illia was hungry. "I was bathing miss," she stammered. She didn't bother to hide her nakedness, although for different reasons than for her fellow maids. Back then she had still been aroused by the remains of the master's venom coursing through her body, and everyone had known what had transpired in the room.
This was different. Karrisa felt that if she tried to cover up it would set Illia's predatory instincts off. Illia apparently lacked many of the impulse controls her master had, and would take what she wanted if it pleased her to do so. "I beg your pardon, but my clothes are behind you."
"And your ribbon as well, yes?" Illia murmured as she stalked into the room. "Or perhaps you took it off for me. Perhaps you offered yourself to me as a gift for the pleasures I can impart on you?"
Yes! Her body screamed. "No," she answered, "I merely didn't want to get it wet."
Ilia closed the gap suddenly, and took her lips in a hungry kiss. Her protests were stifled, and soon grew still as Illia's venom worked it's wicked magic on her body, preparing her for the meal she would soon become. It was potent stuff, more so than the masters, and Karissa felt her body responding to the vampiress.
The two brook apart so suddenly Karissa nearly stumbled. Her pussy was dripping again with need, and her eyes were pleading when she looked at Illia's body. "Finally," the lady methuselah murmured as she slipped out of her one piece to reveal her nakedness. She hadn't been wearing undergarments. "Would you like to do this here, or in the bed?"
