Jessica can't stop

Jessica growls and drinks more. She doesn't care about anything but the blood. Elizabeth laughs and caresses Jessica's back and ass.

Jessica feels the girls heart stop, and the blood flow had slowed to a trickle.

She rolls off of the girl, the corpse, and pants, catching her breath. Blood covers her mouth, and her hunger is sated. Elizabeth crawls on top of Jessica and licks the blood from her face. She kisses Jessica passionately. Jessica has never had lesbian inclinations, but is overcome with arousal. She kisses back hard, grinding her hips up into Elizabeth.

"How was your first kill, my beautiful child?" Elizabeth asks as she strokes Jessica's face.

As the bloodlust subsides, what had just transpired begins to register. Tears well in Jessica's eyes as she realizes what she has done. She drained that poor girl dry of blood. She murdered her. She wasn't sure what disgusted her more... That she was a killer, or that the kill was the best feeling she had ever experienced.

"Who-who was she?" Jessica asks meekly as more tears form in her eyes, as she is filled with self loathing for the predator that she's become.

"She was cattle" Elizabeth snaps, getting off the bed. "She was dinner, nothing more. You are a goddess now. They are your servants, your playthings, your food."

Elizabeth rolls the rapidly cooling corpse off the bed, and gets in next to Jessica. She pulls Jessica close, face to face, and sternly says, "Jessica, aren't you going to thank me for this gift?". As she says this, she rubs Jessica's thigh, moving higher and higher, and takes a breast in her mouth.

Jessica is equally terrified, disgusted, and aroused, sighing as Elizabeth probes her sex.