Interlude: Petrograd, 1919 (2)

[Catherine's POV]

"Drink her!" The vampiress commands. Yekaterina sits on a bed and looks down at the helpless girl in her arms. A random commoner that the vampiress plucked off the street. She looks no older than Yekaterina, eighteen or nineteen. The vampiress has ripped the human's shirt exposing her pert breasts. She smells wonderful.

Of course, Yekaterina now now that the vampiress is named Yelizaveta, and is also of aristocratic birth. Almost four-hundred years old! Yekaterina marvels. Yelizaveta had explained that the upheaval of the Russian civil war made for the most magnificent feast. She had come to Petrograd with her two daughters, Carmilla and Thekla after devouring their way through the Western Front during the Great War. The vampiress had drank Yekaterina's blood, and fed Yekaterina her own. Yekaterina understands that she has become one of the eternally dammed, cursed to wander the earth until the end of days.

"If you don't feed, you'll die" Yelizaveta says impatiently. "Her blood is life". Yelizaveta drags a fingernail across the nameless girls cheek, cutting her. The girl grimaces, but doesn't scream. "Just have a taste" Yelizaveta says, bringing her fingertip to Yekaterina's mouth. She presses it against Yekaterina's lips, and Yekaterina can't resist sticking her tongue out to taste the red fluid on Yelizaveta finger.

The flavor is indescribable. Irresistible. Yekaterina eagerly sucks on Yelizaveta's finger, as Yelizaveta smiles down at her. Yelizaveta turns the human's head to the side, patting the side of her neck. Yekaterina can't stop herself. She can't deny what she has become.

Swiftly, Yekaterina drives her new fangs into the girl's neck. Warm, arterial blood pulses into her mouth. With every swallow, Yekaterina feels her strength growing. Yelizaveta strokes her hair as she feeds, cooing soft encouragement into her ear. Yekaterina can feel the girl weakening in her arms, her pulse fading as she drinks the girl's life. But she can't stop. An irrepressible craving urges her on.

"It's alright, child" Yelizaveta whispers in her ear. "Her life is yours. They exist to nourish us. Take her."

The girl expires in Yekaterina's arms. Yekaterina isn't disturbed by the kill, so much as the fact that she isn't disturbed by the kill. It felt right. Yekaterina wants more. She let's the cooling body rolls from her arms. Yelizaveta kisses her, the second time, but much more passionately than that first kiss on the snowy street.

"I have so many pleasures to show you" Yelizaveta says, pushing Yekaterina back down onto the bed. Standing back, Yelizaveta unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Yekaterina is taken with the curvaceousness of Yelizaveta's body. She has never do much as fantasized about another woman before, but finds herself becoming incredibly aroused.

"I've... I've never been with a woman before" Yekaterina says nervously. I've never been with a man, either, for that matter she thinks. Yelizaveta smiles.

"So much to teach you" she says, sinking to her knees. She pushes Yekaterina's knees apart, Yekaterina's dress falling up to her hips. Yelizaveta drags the back of her knuckles delicately along Yekaterina's long, athletic legs. Yekaterina trembles, anxious about her first intimate experience. Yelizaveta begins to lightly kiss and lick Yekaterina's thighs, making Yekaterina purr in pleasure. Yekaterina gasps when Yelizaveta kisses her sex through her undergarments. The caress of another is greater than Yekaterina had even dreamed. And by a woman!

Yelizaveta slides Yekaterina's underwear off of her legs, and spreads her thighs again. She licks along Yekaterina's moist sex, her tongue slipping between the lips. It is like a jolt of electricity when Yelizaveta's tongue brushes over Yekaterina's clit, causing Yekaterina to moan loudly. Yelizaveta expertly kisses, sucks and licks Yekaterina's pussy, as Yekaterina writes on the bed. Yekaterina props herself up on her elbows, and looks down at Yelizaveta. Yelizaveta's eyes are as enchanting as ever, even after Yekaterina's ... metamorphosis. Yekaterina feels herself falling into them again.

Yelizaveta surprises Yekaterina by licking her backdoor. It's not anything Yekaterina ever imagined she'd enjoy, but it feels good. Yekaterina whimpers when Yelizaveta returns to her clit, sucking on the button between her lips. Yekaterina desperately wants to come. Yelizaveta falls back into a squat, a wicked grin on her face. She kisses Yekaterina's thigh again, letting her fangs brush against Yekaterina's cold pale skin.

Yelizaveta climbs onto the bed, laying on her side next to Yekaterina. She kisses Yekaterina, and Yekaterina tastes herself on Yelizaveta's lips. The two vampiresses gaze into each other's eyes, as Yelizaveta strokes Yekaterina's hair.

"I foresee great things in you" Yelizaveta says, causing Yekaterina to blush. "A terrible darkness." Yekaterina doesn't quite know how to interpret that. She has never considered herself "great", much less "dark". But she is different now, she can sense that. She has changed. Everything has changed.

Yelizaveta offers Yekaterina her breast, and Yekaterina begins to eagerly kiss and lick the nipple, as Yelizaveta coos to her, continuing to stroke her hair.

"It's alright, you can taste, child" Yelizaveta says, Yekaterina detecting a longing in her voice. Yekaterina bites down shallowly, and Yelizaveta closes her eyes, a look of pleasure washing over her face. The vampiric blood tastes different than the human. More potent, a stronger flavor. Yelizaveta's hand snakes it's way back down to between Yekaterina's legs. She begins to stroke Yekaterina's sex, her fingers moving in circles over Yekaterina's clit, as Yekaterina suckles at her breast. Yelizaveta kisses Yekaterina's forehead. "Tremendous darkness" she murmurs again.

Yelizaveta's experience is plain, even to the inexperienced Yekaterina. She alternates her speed, the pressure, withdrawing her hand and caressing Yekaterina's thighs when she senses Yekaterina being close the precipice. She holds Yekaterina on the edge of orgasm for what seems like hours. Yekaterina can't bear it. She needs to come.

"Please, Lizonka, I need it. Please" Yekaterina pleads, whimpering, her hips writhing. Yelizaveta smiles.

"Call me Matushka" Yelizaveta says, and then kisses Yekaterina deeply on the lips.

"Please, Matushka, let me finish" Yekaterina pleads. Yelizaveta smiles and quickens her pace, dragging Yekaterina's clit in wide circles as they kiss. Before Yekaterina can even process, her body explodes into the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. She collapses limply on to the bed, physically and emotionally drained. As she comes down, Yelizaveta lands soft kisses on her cheeks, temples and forehead. After a few minutes, Yelizaveta rises from the bed, stretching, and speaks:

"Come, child. Let me show you the world. My world."