Dinner, Part 2

Carla watches as Reagan lowers her lips to the girl's bleeding breast. She can smell Reagan's arousal, floral and sweet. I can't believe how quickly she's fallen under my spell Carla thinks, watching in surprise as Reagan takes to the rich warm fluid into her mouth. Good thing that I didn't drain this one, she's.... Interesting Carla thinks.

Carla drinks the warm blood from Reagan's mouth, relishing the flavor of the rich fluid as it passes over her tongue. She kisses Reagan passionately, her hand resting gently on Reagan's neck, her thumb stroking Reagan's cheek.

"Good girl" Carla moans into Reagan's mouth, and she notices Reagan blush, and then proceed to kiss her harder. The blood **** whimpers under them helplessly. Carla knows the...effect...that she has on humans. Proximity to her otherworldly essence can make even the most straitlaced human engage in some truly depraved acts. But it rarely happens this quickly. Am I corrupting her? Carla wonders, or just revealing what hides behind her human mask?. She isn't sure. Don't let her... resemblance...to Emma...cloud you're thinking Carla cautions herself, she's an intriguing little cow, but a cow nonetheless.

Carla breaks the kiss, cupping Reagan's cheek. She can't deny how much seeing the blood on Reagan's lips excites her. "Did you like watching me feed?" Carla asks affectionately.

"Yes... Mommy" Reagan answers, her eyes a bit glazed over.

"Call me Mistress" Carla says, wanting to put a little bit of distance between them and the roleplay of the previous night. Don't let her appearance cloud you're thinking.

"Yes, mistress. It's... beautiful... Watching you bite her" Reagan rambles, as if the words are coming out as quickly as she processes the complicated feelings herself. "It felt so...natural... Watching you drink her blood".

Carla smiles. She always loves watching as humans fall under her spell and recognize a higher natural law. Of course, she has direct powers of persuasion, it's not by chance that the **** is so domesticated and docile. But her indirect seduction is potent as well.

She leans in to kiss Reagan on the forehead. The blood ****'s breathing is shallow, but she'll definitely live at this point. Carla bends down and quickly licks the bite marks, the healing agents in her saliva beginning to close the wounds.

"Are you going to... You know... Finish her?" Reagan asks dreamily, her hand absentmindedly playing with the girl's pierced breasts, feeling the irregular beat of her heart.

Carla considers it. She's still thirsty and she's curious to see Reagan's reaction to a visceral demonstration of the food chain. She decides not to push things too quickly, not yet.

"Not tonight, little one", Carla says sympathetically, patting Reagan's hand on the girl's chest. Carla could swear she noticed a twinge of disappointment on Reagan's innocent youthful face. "Are you done with your dinner?" Carla asks. Reagan nods. "Perhaps you'll join me in for a bath?" Carla suggests, but it's clear that Reagan doesn't have a choice.

Carla takes Reagan's hand and leads her to a large set of double doors on the side on the bed chamber. She catches Reagan looking wistfully over her shoulder at the **** blood bag on the table.