The Bath of Blood

Jessica sees Elizabeth reclining in a large porcelain clawfoot tub. Her hand dangles over the lip of the tub, holding a chalice of blood. The room is illuminated by candle light, the flames casting flickering, dancing shadows over Elizabeth. The bathtub must be filled with twenty or thirty gallons of...blood. Elizabeth's perfect breasts lie just above the water (blood?) line. On a table next to the tub is an ornate dagger, dripping in blood. Jessica experiences a mixture of revulsion and excitement.

Hanging from the ceiling above the bath, Jessica sees four women hanging upside down. Their throats are slit, their lifeless bodies gently swaying above. Here and there, blood drips down their faces and into the tub. It is clear though that the mass of the exsanguination as already occurred.

Jessica collapses to her knees, feeling sick to her stomach. Despite all of the insanity, all of the depravity that she has witnessed in the last few days, she it utterly unprepared for the sight before her. She has never contemplated such cruelty, such evil before.

"Jessica, my dear, I'm so glad that you've chosen to embrace yourself, and join us. Please, come join me in the bath." Jessica is filled with disgust, but feels compelled to obey Elizabeth. Jessica slides into the warm blood bath next to Elizabeth. She has to admit, it feels marvelous. Elizabeth hands her the chalice: "Drink, drink my dear".

Jessica closes her eyes and drinks deeply from the chalice. The blood is not nearly as delicious as fresh from the vein, but is still more heavenly than anything she consumed as a mortal. "Jessica, I have so much to tell you. So much to show you." Elizabeth says as she slides her hand under the blood line, spreading Jessica's legs and caressing her inner thighs.

"You must have questions, child" Elizabeth says, as she affectionately kisses Jessica's jawline, her ear, her neck, her collarbones, her breasts."

"Who are you?" Jessica asks tentatively.

"My name is Báthory Erzsébet, but you can still call me Elizabeth. Or Mother. I was born a Hungarian noblewoman in 1560. My status afforded me opportunities few women...or men...of my time had. I devoted myself to study, becoming quite learned in all matters secular, religious, and occult." Elizabeth's hand finds Jessica's private most region, and Jessica gasps. Elizabeth kisses Jessica passionately on the mouth, before pulling back and continuing.

"In particular, I became adept in the blood magic of the old ones. Human blood is a vessel for untold mystical power. I had to drain thousands of my subjects to perfect my ....method...and transform into a goddess. My blood is now ambrosia on earth, a gift I share with the worthy...a gift I shared with you."

Jessica shudders under the manual dexterity of Elizabeth, and Elizabeth kisses her breasts again. Jessica feels the sensations build, he fangs elongating reflexively. Jessica's mouth forms an "o", her head thrown back on Elizabeth's shoulder, he eyes closed. "Come for me, my child" Elizabeth coos as she quickens her pace.

Jessica explodes, her climax washing over her in waves. Elizabeth lands delicate kisses on Jessica's face, as she comes down from her climax. As she comes down, she regains her composure. "Don't you have any guilt for murdering so many innocent people?" Jessica says dreamily. She meant to say it more forcefully, but she is still in the afterglow of climax.

"'Guilt' and 'innocence' are words that have no meaning to me. Mortal concepts like 'shame', 'pity', 'guilt', and 'mercy' are human concepts with no relevance for goddesses. I feel no more guilt over draining a human than you did swatting a fly as a human" Elizabeth says confidently. "Jessica, we are the only beings on this planet who are truly free."

Unexpectedly, this begins to make a strange sense to Jessica. Is it good or bad when a lion tears apart a gazelle? Jessica wonders. No...it just is.

"We are bound by the only true moral order on this planet, Jessica - predator and prey." Elizabeth says proudly. Jessica's earlier reservations have melted away, and she begins to enjoy the thought of being the apex predator. "We revel in the thrill of the kill, because it is our nature, like it is the mortals nature to nourish us."

Elizabeth casually strokes Jessica's stomach and breasts, he arms wrapped around her.

"Are you enjoying the bath?" Elizabeth chuckles. "I do this a few times a year to remind myself of my previous lifestyle as a mortal. I find it quite relaxing." Jessica admits, she is enjoying the sensation of bathing in blood. She can't explain why, but her earlier objections are rapidly fading.

"Come Jessica, let's get you cleaned up and to bed. It is almost sunrise." Elizabeth grins: "Tomorrow I will take you on your first hunt!"

Jessica smiles in anticipation.