Crin snaps her fingers, and one of the bedposts crackles with sudden light. Hysh, flooding into Ishaza, restoring her as fast as Alethia can take from her, heightening and refining her blood to even higher heights of fresh rawness and umami richness. It tastes like sex. 

As Alethia drives her cock again and again into Ishaza, animalistic and raw, Crin comes up behind her and bites her unbitten shoulder. 

Pleasure blooms, floods her, radiating outwards - and then Crin shifts in closer and bites Alethia's neck, the venom pouring directly into her carotid. If the earlier bites were beautiful, this is a lightning-strike as the thick artery carries the venom straight to Alethia's brain. It whites out her world for a moment, fills her with raw animal satisfaction, more intense than sex, more intense than feeding, more intense than both together.

She comes deep inside Ishaza. There's nothing she can do about it. The pleasure of Crin's venom won't allow anything else.

It almost doesn't feel like she's forced to cum. It just feels like suddenly everything feels so much better. So good. Like it's only natural to suddenly and compulsively spurt and spurt and spurt into Ishaza.

It's the best thing she's ever felt, and as it goes on and on she can't want anything besides for it not to stop.

She needs it, she needs more of it, she needs to cum and cum and cum.

Crin muffles a small sound against Alethia's shoulder, and reluctantly withdraws her fangs, her venom spent, her own arousal from feeding disrupting her concentration for just a moment. 

Ishaza is too far gone in her own orgasm to manage to do anything but gasp and writhe prettily beneath Alethia.

Alethia's orgasm trails off inside Ishaza after Crin's venom runs out but before she pulls herself away from feeding.

She's still hard. The aftershocks of the orgasm haven't even finished fading, quite yet.

That was the best thing she's ever felt. So good.

Too good.

She needs it again. Will they let her do that again before she leaves if she asks nicely?

The aftershocks finish.

Crin is still reeling.

This is her last chance. She can tell. That thought at the end there was- compelling. It's still compelling and she's at the nadir of her arousal cycle.

If she's still here a minute from now, five minutes from now she's going to be inside Ishaza again. Or maybe Crin.

She can feel her softening cock try to twitch at that thought.

She moves, flinging herself away from Crin and Ishaza and out the window.

Both Crin and Ishaza are too off-balance to stop her.

It’s a long fall, out of Crin’s window, but she isn’t really worried about that. She’s durable. No, she’s worried about moving quickly, about putting ground between her and Crin’s tower as quickly as possible. About escaping from view quickly.

She runs to the nearest forest, turning her strength into speed as best she can, hoping beyond hope to somehow outrun the venom coursing through her.

It’s not long at all before she’s in the forest. She’s fast, like this. And she zigs and zags through that forest, switching direction occasionally but navigating by the moonlight filtering through the trees to ensure that the distance between her and Crin’s tower is ever increasing.

She runs and runs for no few minutes.

A sense of giddy triumph rises in her. She did it. She escaped. She won.

Her cock twitches as she runs, suddenly hard.

Huh, when did that happen?

It’s. Distracting. Very insistently so. Calls her attention to itself in a way that’s kind of impossible to fight.

She suddenly realizes she’s stopped running.

Huh.

She should probably get herself off. She’s just. Too horny to focus, right now, if she doesn’t.

Besides, she won. Doesn’t she deserve some pleasure?

Her hand wraps around her cock and Crin’s venom in her causes that to light up her nerves like a Christmas tree.

Fuck. Yes, it’s definitely the right move to get herself off.

She should go quickly, though. Fast. So she can escape quickly. So she can cum quickly.

Her hand strokes up and down her cock, fast, fast, as she deliberately throws herself after orgasm. Chasing it frantically.

She finds herself remembering cumming deep inside Ishaza as Crin bit into her neck. She wants that again. She wants to fuck Crin while she bites her, to feed and feed on Crin as Crin envenomates her. She just knows it would feel better. She wants to cum she wants to cum she wants to cum-

Suddenly, it’s there. Her cock gushes out rope after rope of thick cum into the moss in front of her, her mind fills with euphoria, and suddenly everything but the next spurt stops mattering. When her orgasm starts to trail off she frantically strokes herself a few times, attempting to wring as much pleasure out of herself as she possibly can.

But it ends.

She basks in the afterglow of her orgasm for long moments, waiting for her arousal to fully fade, for her cock to start behaving itself.

It doesn't.

She's still hard. She doesn't feel like she's going to stop being hard. She kind of wants to stroke herself off until she orgasms again.

Her arousal level is definitely down, but it's already starting to creep back up. Maybe? She isn't quite sure, but it's definitely not decreasing any more. She can run again now, though, focus on something besides her arousal. She takes stock of her surroundings so she can decide which direction to run in.

And Crin comes down from the sky, massive bat wings beating behind her back, with not a stitch on her. Her breasts and pussy are bared in the moonlight, every inch of her pale skin available for Alethia to ogle. She alights a few yards away on the grass, her arms spread invitingly.

"I didn't say you could leave yet," she calls out, tension in her voice. "Enough of this tantrum. Come fuck me. Now."

If her voice was warmth and sexuality before, now it's heat, passion, need. It's beyond human. The venom in Alethia demands her surrender, commands her to obey. Every inch of her body screams to submit and be fulfilled.

The feeling is viscerally sexual in a way that reaches straight down to her hindbrain. Right down to that needy bit of her brain controlled by her cock. Her hand starts stroking again.

She steps forward towards Crin, pulled along by the heat in her twitching cock and venom coursing through her veins.

Her gaze flits across Crin's naked body, pulled almost gravitationally towards her bared breasts and naked cunt.

She can feel her mind trying to warp in response to that pressure, to the lust it brings along with it. It's fine if she just fucks her, right? She can fuck her and not drink from her and it'll be fine. It's fine. Crin said she could go if she asked, she'll just fuck her and ask to go after.

It would be really nice if Crin bit her again.

It's hard to resist that pressure on her thoughts, since- letting her mind smush softly under Crin's will feels good. It's hard to stop the same way it would be hard to stop Crin from stroking her cock. It's sexually satisfying in almost the same way, and coaxes her libido to the forefront of her thoughts in a way that's hard to even want to resist.

But no. That's not- those aren't the thoughts she should be having right now.

She stops, having only taken one step toward Crin. Her hand continues, unnoticed, to softly, slowly, stroke her cock. She doesn't stop staring.

But she does stop walking.

"I'm not going to have sex with you. It's- it's a bad idea. I shouldn't. I won't."

"You're not going to leave me unfulfilled, are you? I'm hungry and needy and you just abandoned me." 

Crin reaches down between her legs and strokes herself lightly, her body shifting with the small movement. 

"It's okay if you don't want to get off. But I do. And you're very easy on the eyes. So why don't you just stay right there and watch me? We can just both stay here and have our own fun." 

She hides her breasts coquettishly behind one wing, and ducks her head. "It's a little embarrassing to have you watch me, but frankly I don't care about anything but getting off right now. Come now, the grass is soft..." 

Crin lowers herself to her knees on the grass, her fingers still working between her legs, playing firmly with her clit.

Her eyes close as she works herself, and she bites her own hand, puncture-marks pressing into her skin. She lets out a muffled, needy noise. She seems to have completely forgotten Alethia for a moment. 

Crin's will suddenly feels- different. Diffuse. Misty. Coaxing instead of grasping. Maybe- maybe not even there? Did it stop? She still feels good. But it isn't slamming into her mind. If Crin's doing anything, which she isn't sure about, it's-

Her cock twitches in her hand. She's so horny.

She wants to cum again. It felt so good. So incredible.

Her gaze flits from between Crin's legs to her neck.

She's thirsty, too. Maybe she should have drank from Ishaza some more before she ran?

Either way. She's really, really horny. Her hand feels so good on her cock.

Huh? Her hand is on her cock? She didn't realize she'd started stroking again.

Since she is, though- probably she should get herself off quickly? Before she runs? So she can focus.

So she can spurt.

She strokes herself faster.

She needs it.

She needs to get off so badly.

Crin just works her clit for a long moment, emitting little gasps and moans rather than any words. Her hiding wing falls away a little and Alethia can watch her paw at her breasts with her free hand, stroking their nipples and pinching lightly. 

She builds and builds, her whole body wracked with shudders and shakes, and then she looks up at Alethia with clear desperation in her eyes.

"Come on," she breathes. "I want you to let me get you off. With my hands, with my mouth, I don't care, I just want to come with you. You can give me that, can't you?"

Letting Crin get her off would make things faster, right? And she'd get to get off faster. That's important.

She takes a step towards Crin.

Because she needs to cum go quickly so she can start running soon.

Another step.

It's just sensible. And letting Crin use her mouth just means it will be faster. So it's the obvious right move, right?

Another step.

She probably shouldn't though, right? It's. It's probably a bad idea for- some reason? She thinks there was a reason.

She takes one last step. She's standing in front of Crin now. Stroking her cock and pointing it at Crin's lips.

But cumming is important, right? It's important to spurt. To get herself off. And Crin's mouth would feel so good.

She lets out a soft moan.

She wants it. But- she shouldn't, right? Or she should?

She stares at Crin's lips and strokes her cock.

Crin settles the matter for her. 

She leans forward, opens her mouth, and gently envelops Alethia's dick in her warm, wet mouth. 

Her head bobs slowly, moving naturally with the rhythm of her body, with each downstroke of her hand against her clit and each motion of her hand across her breasts. 

She suckles firmly, her body moving in with the motion, and grabs Alethia's ass with one hand, wrapping her wing around as well to enclose her legs. She's not getting away now. 

Alethia's mouth falls open in a gasp. Her eyelashes flutter.

Crin's mouth feels so good.

She moans.

She needs to get off. So letting Crin suck her off just makes sense.

It's fine.

Crin pulls off, and bites down on her back teeth under the guise of taking a breath. Venom floods into her mouth as well-trained vampire instinct comes to the fore. 

Then she takes Alethia into her mouth again, and the bath of venom envelops her cockhead, pressed firmly into place by smooth motions of Crin's tongue. At first it just feels like more, more sensation, more pleasure, but gradually over a few seconds it starts to settle into the familiar tingly static of the bites on Alethia's shoulder and neck, only focused deep in her abdomen and groin.

Crin lets out a small satisfied noise, her own hand on her clit pressing a little more firmly. She's so close to having Alethia in the palm of her hand...