Jessica stays

"Jessica, just drink a little bit, I promise you'll feel better" Elizabeth says sympathetically.

"Please Mistress, bite me. I want you to" the thrall says to Jessica seductively.

Elizabeth runs her fingers over the thrall's neck. "Jessica she wants it so badly, I know you want it too. Just have a little" Elizabeth says, rolling the to thrall onto her back and pulling her chin back.

Elizabeth opens the thrall's robe and is playing with the thrall's breast, watching Jessica intently. "Isn't she beautiful, Jessica? Doesn't she smell delicious?" Elizabeth asks.

Jessica is in agony. Her mind is a tempest of bad thoughts. She hates Elizabeth. She hates herself. She doesn't care anymore, she just wants the bad thoughts to stop.

Jessica rolls over and bites into the thrall's neck, gripping her shoulder. The thrall moans but doesn't struggle. Elizabeth strokes Jessica's back and whispers "Good girl. Drink her".

The blood has muted Jessica's tormented inner thoughts, but the doubt and self-revulsion remain. Jessica keeps drinking. The more she drinks, the more the bad thoughts are suppressed.

"Take her, child. She wants it. She's yours" Elizabeth encourages. Jessica starts sucking harder at the thrall's neck. "No, Jessica. Slowly. Savor it" Elizabeth instructs. Jessica slows her pace, letting the blood pulse into her mouth. The thrall finally expires.

Jessica rolls onto her back. Her whole body is warm, tingling, but her mind is numb. The only thought right now is the thirst for more blood. "Good girl" Elizabeth says, bending to kiss Jessica on the mouth, and then the breasts.

Elizabeth lies down next to Jessica, and moves her fingers between Jessica's legs. She sucks on Jessica's neck as she explores Jessica's sex with her fingers. Jessica's eyes are closed, and she is running her fingers over her lips. Elizabeth's manual manipulations become more rapid as she brings Jessica to climax. Jessica's hips buck off the mattress as she cums.

Elizabeth kisses Jessica tenderly on the forehead, and the two vampiresses lie together, limbs intertwined, softly kissing.

Jessica, her belly full of human blood and her libido satisfied, wonders what will come next. She smiles, mulling over her nonstop feeding so far tonight. She is getting better at compartmentalizing away the horrors, like what she saw in Diana's room. She puts it out of her mind, focusing instead on how delicious her meal was, and how good Elizabeth made her feel.

She is content, as the logic becomes clearer and clearer to her: Blood = happiness. Why fight it?