A Leak and a Shower

I returned to the bathroom and relieved my very full bladder. Unfortunately, this got me to thinking about how it must have filled and recalled the auction house. {if ateateSelena==true}It was impossible to shut out the vivid memory of sinking my teeth into the tender flesh of Selena. Satiating the thirst on that poor girl had been terrible, my mind argued, but my body disagreed. By the time I finished replaying the scene in my mind, I was breathing heavily and deeply aroused.

Deciding that I'd shower to clear my head, I stripped off and hopped in. The water was blissfully hot and I inhaled the pleasant steam while my hands lathered up my body. Without really thinking about it, my hands wandered and, before I knew it, my mind was coming back to itself after sweet release.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What was I thinking?! Had I seriously just masturbated to orgasm at the memory of drinking from the girl whose lifeblood I had literally just pissed away?

The shower hid the tears as I rinsed off the suds and got out.{else}The memory of sinking my teeth into the blustering woman in the peacock dress rushed back unbidden. The taste of her blood filling my mouth as I pulled and pulled from her arteries…. The memory was such bliss that it got my heart pumping and made me flush. Needing a moment to calm down, I climbed into the shower.

As I stood there, trying to focus on the sensation of the warm water hitting my skin, I struggled to overcome the joy of that last feeding and just barely ask myself if the peacock had survived. I thought she had… probably… unlike the girl, Selena. If I had done what they wanted and eaten her instead, I couldn't imagine how I'd live with myself. The rivulets of water streaming down my cheeks may have hidden my tears.{endif}

Exiting the shower, I died myself and headed back into my room, wrapped in a towel. I was rechecking the dresser, going for something to wear when the whir of the electric deadbolt drew my attention.