And Crin bites. On the shoulder, rather than the neck.

If anything it's more intense than the first few shoulder bites, held so close in Crin's grip. The heat of her sex, the press of her wings and hands against Alethia's back, the press of her legs around Alethia's waist, the slight prickle of broken skin at her neck - all of these are amplified, sensualized, made into perfect caresses against her body. It feels like every sensation is finer and more discrete, like there's been a whole second set of nerves added to her body that only feel pleasure. Her body feels slightly numb and floaty, but the pleasure is bright and searing. Everything is beyond perfect. 

Crin rolls her hips slowly and breathes hot against Alethia's shoulder, and the sensations flood her, the site of the bite bright and shivery even as the smallest motion of her cock against Crin's tight inner walls comes as a cascade of pleasure. 

Alethia loses all conscious control of her body.

Nuzzling into Crin feels good. So she does.

Thrusting into Crin feels good. So she does.

The venom buries her thoughts behind a happy veil of lust and pleasure, and she rubs herself against Crin as she thrusts into her and basks in it all.

And Crin shifts her fangs a little higher, lines up on the bite mark on Alethia's carotid, and drives her fangs home again.

The venom pours into Alethia's brain again, a blast of lightning-bright pleasure that makes the shoulder bite of a moment ago seem like nothing. There's nothing left but pure elemental satiation, too much for Alethia's mind to handle. 

There, that ought to give her a moment to breathe - 

And it happens again. That glorious pleasure, rising and rising until she can't control herself, until the idea of controlling herself is foreign. The pleasure from her slow thrusting into Crin rises and becomes insistent. She thrusts herself into Crin, suddenly frantic for more.

And she gets it.

She spurts into Crin, again and again, on and on, her mind lighting up a filling with pure animalistic joy. And somehow her orgasm is never quite over, there's always just a few more spurts waiting for her if she just thrusts into Crin a few more times.

It's paradise.

And as Alethia mindlessly ruts into her, safely in the grip of her own pleasure and not about to flee anytime soon, Crin lets herself finally tip over the edge and come.

A wave of shudders wracks her body, and she clenches, her hips jerking a little with the intensity of her orgasm. It feels incredible. She's been all caught up in the chase and the adrenaline's turned into tension and from there into pleasure, a flare of heat that emanates out from her sex and all across her body. A heavy flush leaps up from her groin and spreads across her face, and she presses in against Alethia with a shuddering moan and bucks in return. 

It takes a little while for her to come back down.

Alethia's orgasm goes on for a while. There is no whispering to her brain this time, forceful or otherwise. No, this orgasm simply reaches up into her brain and smothers it with enough pleasure, with enough pure animalistic gushing pleasure, that those parts of her brain not governed by her needy twitching cock just go quiet for a bit. Squished down and pushed out of the way. Clearly unneeded for now, and smothered under enough befuddling pleasure they couldn't be used even if they were.

So, when she comes down from her orgasm, when it finally trickles to an end and she finds herself wishing it went on longer, cock still rock hard and twitching insistently inside Crin- well. The thing to do is obvious.

She needs to have another orgasm. To keep fucking Crin's tight pussy until she cums inside her again.

She's horny. She wants to cum again. So she fucks Crin some more.

And Crin comes up for air. 

A second orgasm is somewhere in the offing, for her - she knows her own body well enough, and it's responding more than eagerly to Alethia's thrusts - but for now she has her mind and her reason and Alethia... clearly doesn't. 

She's won. 

She just needs to cement her victory. 

"That was so wonderful, wasn't it?" she croons. "Didn't it feel incredible?"

She nods and moans.

"Yeah. So good."

Fuck, so good. She needs more.

She works her cock in and out of Crin. She needs it. Needs it.

Crin rolls her hips smoothly in response, the motions familiar to her, her own need at a low but building ebb. She might be beneath Alethia, but she's the one in control.

"You want me to bite you again, don't you? Just ask. Just give in. You know you want this. You know you want the pleasure my venom can bring. You know it's time to give in. Just rut into me, just fuck me. Let your body tell you what it needs, it knows better than you."

She whines with euphoric, delirious pleasure, and does exactly what Crin asks.

"Bite me bite me bite me please?"

Why wouldn't she do what Crin said? It feels so good when she listens, when she ruts into Crin, when she pumps Crin full of cum. She wants it so much.

Of course she listens.

She bites again, her body rocking eagerly into Alethia's desperate thrusts, body and teeth working together to drive intense and desperate pleasure into Alethia's brainstem.

More venom floods Alethia, wiping out any remaining chance of resistance. The pleasure is unearthly. It's hard to even string two thoughts together.

It's time for the last push, the final step before it all ends. The final hurdle to break Alethia's will and make her her own. 

She loves this part.

"It'll feel even better," she whispers softly in Alethia's ear. "If you bite me. Remember how horny it made you to drink from Ishaza? It'll feel even better. So, so, so much better. You'll come for a long, long, long time. So you mustn't. Right? You really mustn't become mine forever and ever."

Her gaze fixes itself on Crin's neck.

Yeah. She mustn't. For- some reason? There was a reason, right? That she didn't want to become Crin's forever?

Crin's slick cunt squeezes around her thrusting cock. She twitches and throbs inside Crin and she fucks her, faster, harder, more, more.

She needs more. She needs this not to end. She needs to cum more.

Her cock knows what it needs better than she does. She should just fuck Crin and listen to it.

Crin's neck is right there.

Venom floods her mouth.

Bite me.

She needs it.

Her mouth opens and an instant later teeth sink into Crin's flesh.

And Crin lets out a shuddering gasp as Alethia's venom drives directly into her brain.

The sensation is more than all her talks with Ishaza could prepare her for. Ishaza said it was the most intense thing she'd ever felt - and now Crin knows exactly what she was talking about. It's like electricity, like fire, like sweetness, like sex. 

She feels like she's just lost her virginity all over again. Had her first orgasm. Something like that. Something old and yet entirely new. 

Meanwhile, Alethia's getting a slightly more broad but no less intense experience as Crin's venom-laden blood flows directly down through her fangs and into her heart, where it circulates quickly throughout her body. It's the same sensation as one of the diffuse shoulder bites, only it centers in her chest and makes her feel warm, affectionate and possessed. It's a sating of a hunger and the pleasure of giving in all at once. 

She drinks from Crin, her face in the crook of Crin's neck. She inhales her scent and basks in her presence, her warmth. She's there and it feels a bit like Alethia belongs to her but in a warm and cozy way that means Crin will take good care of her. At the same time, her thirst, her desire to drink grows and balloons, filling her up and muscling everything else out of the way. The pleasure of it all grows, but the urgency of satisfying her carnal lusts fades slightly as she falls once more into slow pleasuredunk languor, even her lustaddled thoughts from earlier softly smothered under that warm blanket of pleasure.

She feels warm and good. She wants to fuck Crin forever, drink from her forever.

She goes about trying to do just that, slowly thrusting in and out of Crin, drinking and drinking and drinking as she does.

And Crin, unfamiliar with the sensation of being bitten, finds herself quickly approaching her own orgasm. 

She just needs to get Alethia to come with her. 

That's all.

It seems incredibly far away now. It's so hard to focus through the venom. 

But the venom wants her to move her body, and that serves her purpose, and she has enough presence of mind to fuck Alethia back and try to speed the pace a little - 

The lust builds and builds as she drinks, until it eventually overwhelms even the pleasure of drinking from Crin and fills her with a lust so intense it suddenly overtops the banks of her mind and convulsively puppets her body.

Her hips suddenly pick up speed and she pounds into Crin's slick cunt, each thrust, each bit of Crin she drinks, making her want more and more pleasure, and somehow each and every single thrust gives it to her.

She can't stop. She can't want to stop. She can only thrust and thrust, suddenly desperately and monomaniacally focused on filling Crin, on pumping her cum into her.

On biting her on drinking from her on being hers on drinking and cumming and drinking and cumming-

She earths herself inside Crin and gushes. Filling her, spurt after spurt, longer and better than any orgasm of her life, so fucking good and she needs it not to stop, she needs more, more more more.

She basks in the mindless bliss of rutting and never wants it to end.

Crin moans full-throatedly as Alethia hammers into her. She's feeling intense pleasure from her neck and her pussy simultaneously, and either one would be enough by itself. She gasps out her orgasm, clenches HARD around Alethia's cock, and comes, comes, comes.

Then the bond snaps into place, a firm awareness of Alethia as hers, a sense of her position (atop her) and her distance (skin-close) and what she's thinking (she never wants this to end) and the intense pleasure she's feeling. There's a sense of ease to pressuring her now, to influencing her, to making her bend. She's hers now. Hers forever. 

It feels deeply right to claim her like this. A hunt successfully ended. With a bang, so to speak. 

"Mine," she half-snarls in Alethia's ear. "Mine forever."

And she presses on that new bond and shoves all her own pleasure down it as a reward for her good girl.

She whines and moans and thrusts and cums, more and more and more, and it's everything she wanted. She can't summon the will to take her mouth from Crin's neck, to stop drinking from her. She can't summon the desire to want to.

Yours.

It slips through between convulsive thrusts and brainmelting spurts, only the force of the bond in her mind letting Crin's new ownership of her compete on an even level with the pleasure of drinking from her and filling her up.

She is Crin's and she belongs to Crin and Crin's cunt is clenching around her cock and she can cum as much as she wants.

She wants to cum lots and lots, more and more. The desire never stops, it never fades. It grows with each pulse of pleasure, each rope of cum she pumps into Crin. She thrusts and thrusts and cums and cums and there's no end to it. No need for control, for thought. For her to do anything but exactly what she wants, what Crin wants.

Crin's orgasm goes on for a while. It's hard to focus through the pleasure reflected back off of Alethia. 

But eventually - very eventually - it peters out. 

She's left on a bed of mist in the deep and dusky grass, bathed in the light of the moon, happy, whole, and content. 

This was a good hunt. 

She draws her fingers slowly through the hair of her new thrall, feeling the softness of her, the sweetness of her against her body. There will be more nights like this not too far away, but they will all start with a foregone conclusion at the start. There's only one hunt for Alethia that matters.

She gently pulls Alethia's teeth out of her neck with a whispered command, and with a motion of her mind, lulls her towards sleep.

Her orgasm stops. Ends. Fades gently. And it was enough, because it was enough for Crin. Warm satisfaction rolls through her.

And she's tired, suddenly. Sleepy. And Crin is soft and comfy. 

Crin is going to keep her. She can feel it. Crin is going to keep her safe and happy and hers forever and ever.

She sighs and falls into blissful slumber, wrapped up in Crin and happy.

And Crin holds her gently, all wrapped up in her wings, and sends a brief message home through her other thrall bond.

It's not too long before Ishaza comes out of the woods on Crin's Grey, dressed in a heavy cloak and carrying a lantern. Alethia's desperate flight didn't take her so far away, after all. 

She dismounts from the wolf and comes to kneel by Crin's side. Her gaze meets Crin's for a moment. 

"Isn't she beautiful?", Crin whispers.