The baths

“I would prefer to freshen up first. I haven’t had a bath in days.” You say.
“But of course,” Jole replies. “After all, a clean sister is a good sister.”
You nearly roll your eyes when you hear Jola repeat Mother Gisella’s phrase. It feels like this saying is spreading to the other sanctuaries now, though in reality this is probably where it originated from.

You follow sister Jola to the baths. You notice how, for a large temple, it seems eerily vacant. But sister Jola quickly explains that baths are usually taken on specific times of the day. It helps conserve water when everybody bathes at once.
You and Jola fill one of the baths with water and start undressing. When you take of the last of your clothes, Jola suddenly starts laughing.
“What’s wrong?” You ask.
Between snickering, Jola points at your groin. You look at your bald pussy, and are instantaneously remembered of the time Keyla ‘shaved’ it.
“Do all the sisters at White Abbey get rid of their bush?” Jola asked, still laughing.
“Well, no.” You explain. “But me and one of the other sisters took this bet you see. The loser was to shave her privates.”
It is a lie, but you're hoping Jola believes it.
“Don’t tell me.” Jola replies. “You lost.”
You smile and cock your head saying “Really, you can tell?”

Despite Jola’s continuous giggling about the loss of your bush, the both of you get into the water. Jola helps soup you up and pour water over you. Luckily, the prayer you made earlier to heat up your body hasn’t worn off yet, so Jola considers you to be human. Though she does mention your particularly pale skin.
You return the gesture by washing up Jola as well. You pour water over her hair, giving it a sexy wet look. Then you rub some soap over her perky breasts.
You know you’ve already fed on Aela, at the start of this night. But Jola looks so lovely and tasty, you would very much love to taste her.

You look into her eyes, summon the eyes of the goddess and say “You are horny.”
Jola looks back with a glazed expression and repeats “Horny.” Once she comes back to her senses she hugs you tightly and says “Sabine, I’m so sorry.”
“What for?” you ask.
“For having these thoughts, these urges. About you, and Leanne.”
Ahh, so Jola has special feelings for her twin. This is interesting.
“I see.” You reply. “You know, in White Abbey we have a method for dealing with these urges.”
Jola pulls back, looks into your eyes and says, “Which methods?”
“These.” You reply, and lovingly kiss Jola on her lips.

Sister Jola does not resist your advances. She stays perfectly still, probably thinking over what you are doing and how she should respond to it. But soon she places her hands on your head and caresses your wet crimson hair.
You hug her tightly, pressing your bosom against Jola’s somewhat more modest chest. Due to the soap your tits are more slippery than usual. As your breasts caress one another soap bubbles start to appear in your cleavages.
Eventually Jola breaks the kiss. She leans back, clearly new to this and unaware how to deal with it.
You gently push her back so she can grab hold of the baths edge. Then you straighten her body, allowing her to float on the water’s surface.
You pull her legs apart and get a good look at her quim. Her bush is similar to the hair on her head. Predominantly blonde, with a few streaks of red, and lush and untrimmed.
You place your head between them, and start licking her quim. In mere seconds, you discover the displeasure of pubic hair tickling your nostrills. You wish you could do the same to her bush as Keyla did to yours, however that might tip her off you are a vampiress. Seems like you'll just have to deal with it.
Jola tries to suppress some moans, but you know what you are doing. You have done this witch quite a couple of the other sisters in White Abbey, mostly with Ivona. Within moments you have Jola, a mere beginner, at the brink of orgasm.
This is when you take your mouth away from her pussy and replace it with your hand. When you look at Jola’s face, you see her eyes are closed. She is either trying to prevent herself from cumming, or is focusing to make it happen. Whatever the case, you have enough faith in yourself that you can make it happen, regardless of Jola’s intentions.
You open your mouth, extend your fangs and wait carefully until you push Jola over the edge. You increase the speed at which your fingers rub her clitoris. Jola opens her mouth and her melodious voice sings her orgasm. You sink your fangs into her thigh and feast on the lovely sister’s virgin blood.

You already know how delicious half-elven blood can be, courtesy of Aela. But that was without her hormones spicing it up. Jola’s hormonally enriched blood however is even lovelier then Aela’s.
The taste is incredibly fruity. It reminds you of cherries and blackberries. You also manage to get a whiff of it’s scent. Her blood possessed a fragrance of flowers, combined with the usual smell of human blood. If this is how the blood of a half elf is like, you wonder about a full elf, like Jola and Aela’s mother.

Sadly, you have to stop too quickly than you’d like, lest Jola achieve serious health issues. You withdraw your fangs from her leg and grow them back to normal size.
First you dry yourself off, then help Jola. The combined orgasm and bloodletting seems to have made her drowsy.
Once the both of you are dressed, you swing one of her arms over your shoulders and support her as she guides you, half awake, to the quarters that have been assigned to you. There you lay her on the bed and permit her to sleep.

You would not very much have minded lying beside the autumn haired half-elf, however you have slept for an entire day already. The night is young, you are clean and you have lots of energy still to spend.