Okay, that bit about not minding that injury is simultaneously kind of hot to her new instincts and actually rather sweet.

"I suppose that makes sense."

She takes a glance around her new room to distract herself from her continuing lewd thoughts (Ishaza's breasts really did look lovely) and resolutely does not blush when she notices the bed. The room looks comfortable and homey, for all that it's a guest room.

"How long do you think Crin will be, up in her room? She said it wouldn't be terribly long."

"She should be able to join us for tea once Sophia has it prepared, if I know her. She's quite efficient with her paperwork when she wants to be."

Ishaza stretches a little, reaching her arms up over her head, then settles in and picks up one of her sandwiches. "I should really eat, but I've been somewhat distracted."

The lingering heat in Alethia's body seems to respond to that word, as well as Ishaza reaching in with her bandaged hand, which still has a few spots of blood visible. 

Ishaza raises her sandwich to her lips and takes a dainty bite, then swallows. She hums softly in the back of her throat, then looks over at Alethia and meets her gaze. "All beings, living or unliving, have hungers of their own. I'm no more free from my desire to eat than you are from your desire for blood. If either of us were to go without, we'd simply starve." 

When Ishaza stretches, Alethia's eyes find themselves drawn towards Ishaza's breasts again. She keeps them off of her, but then that lovely warmth pulses as she realizes exactly what Ishaza means when she uses the word "distracted."

Her eyes are suddenly on Ishaza's chest again, but Ishaza's distracted grabbing her food and it's not the worst thing in the world. Not the most important mistake.

She knows Ishaza doesn't actually mean her speech about hungers lewdly but it's kind of hard not to think about exactly what desires she's finding herself experiencing as she stares at Ishaza's chest and exactly what it would mean to satisfy them.

When Ishaza looks back up at Alethia she manages to wrestle her wandering eyes back under control and away from Ishaza's chest but it's actually a bit difficult to keep them away. She keeps wanting to glance back.

"I suppose that's true."

Ishaza looks over at Sophia. "Would you please run and ask Crin when she'll be available? If she'll be free soon we'll take tea in the library together."

"Yes, Milady." Sophia bows and scurries off.

And Ishaza returns to her sandwiches, eating delicately and carefully. 

"If you have any other questions you'd like to ask, now would be a good time to ask them." Ishaza raises her eyebrows.

The bandage on her right wrist still smells quite appetizingly of blood, which sends pangs of warmth through Alethia.

Alethia will ask a few, then. Not too many, but enough to fill the time between Ishaza's sandwich bites. And even say a few relatively clever things in response, as the minutes pass.

But her eyes keep finding their way back to Ishaza's breasts. Or to her wrist. Never for long. But little glances here and there whenever Ishaza looks down to take a bite of her sandwich, or away as she ponders the answer to a question. That warmth feels good, and she is in fact doing a good job of not literally staring but not indulging it at all would take more willpower than she currently has available.

And it's not, really, so terrible a thing, to be checking out the incredibly hot draenei. It's certainly a pleasant way to pass the time, along with chatting, and Ishaza hasn't seemed to realize. She's glad, it would be mortifying if her failure in self-control were actually noticed.

Eventually, Sophia returns, around the same time Ishaza finishes her second sandwich. 

"Crin is waiting upstairs in the library," Sophia states. "Tea will be served as soon as Milady and guest join her." 

Ishaza starts up from the table, bracing herself with one hand. 

"Thank you, Sophia." 

She beckons to Alethia with her bandaged hand. "Care to come with me? It's not a long walk up to the library, only two flights of stairs." 

Those really are lovely breasts.

Alethia looks up from Ishaza's chest as Sophia enters the room.

Thank goodness she glanced up in time.

"Onward to the library we go!"

She'll follow Ishaza out the door.

Sophia scurries on ahead.

And Ishaza follows, her hooves clicking against the stone floor. 

There are quite a few stairs, and as she ascends her firm and toned ass comes just level with Alethia's face. Her tail sways back and forth as the fabric of her dress shifts back and forth; a little bit of her bare skin is exposed to either side of where her tail pierces her dress. 

It's pretty much impossible not to get a very good look. And the warmth in Alethia likes that very, very much. 

Alethia decides she likes that too. Kind of a lot.

She doesn't even try to look away.

Fantasies flit through her head, half-noticed. What would it look like if that hole was wider, if she could see more? If Ishaza pulled her dress up around her waist? What if Ishaza suddenly stopped and Alethia walked face first into her ass?

Mostly, though, she just stares at Ishaza's ass in half a daze. At that tiny little bit of bare skin. At the way the fabric of her dress drapes over it as she climbs the stairs.

Ishaza comes out into a small room, covered with bookshelves on all four sides. A small staircase comes down from the other side of the room, and in the center a table for three has been set with a silver tea service.

Crin sits at the table with a cup of steaming-hot tea in front of her, and smiles brightly at Ishaza and Alethia as they enter. "So, how have you two been getting along?"

Her gaze flicks to the bandage on Ishaza's wrist, then back to the tea. "... if that bandage's from what I think it is, I feel deeply relieved that Alethia has fed without seriously injuring anyone. That can be a challenge for neonates."

Ishaza smiles and glances back at Alethia. "I would say we've been getting along fairly well. And yes, you're correct in your guess, Crin."

Crin pours a cup of tea for Ishaza, then a cup of tea for Alethia from the same pot. It smells sweet, pepperminty and faintly medicinal. 

"Sophia's already provided tea. One of her better blends, I'd say."

Ishaza smiles. "Wonderful." She crosses the small space and sits next to Crin. "Do join us," she says to Alethia.

As soon as Ishaza exits to the library and is briefly out of her line of sight she breaks out of her daze.

She's so, so hard.

She's been hornier before, at other times in her life. But not very. It's the jumble of new instincts, of new desires. They're familiar but also just different enough that they can slide in under her defences and coax those defences just a bit slacker. It's the result of indulging in one of those new desires for the very first time and really, really not being braced for what that would feel like.

She's very, very glad that she's still wearing her peacoat. That her vampirism means she didn't get uncomfortably warm and have to take it off. And so, once again, the only sign of anything odd is her blush. Which she can make sense of by saying-

"Ishaza still had to be the one to tell me when to stop, I'm afraid."

And then she moves to sit where her tea has been placed. She's glad the next step for what to do is so obvious, she's still a bit discombobulated and that means she doesn't need to make choices.

Ishaza raises her teacup. "To a long and fruitful alliance," she says. Then she takes a deep drink. 

"A long and fruitful alliance," Crin echoes. And she toasts Ishaza and takes a drink as well.

And Alethia will also echo this and take a drink.

"To a long and fruitful alliance!"

The tea is sweet and minty, with a faintly medicinal bottom note that lingers on the tongue. That must be the "restorative" Ishaza mentioned. 

It's also quite hot. The warmth of it settles gently in Alethia's stomach, and lingers. It's almost a little tingly.

Ishaza takes another draught of the tea, and looks over at Crin. "So," she says. "You were going to present some selections from the library."

She's sitting a little looser, now, and seems more relaxed. There might even be a faint flush on her cheeks.