Thirst for blood

The day was in full swing, but there wasn't a soul in this residential building of the School. There were two reasons for that. The first — most adepts were either in lectures or practicing spells in the extensive training halls. Those whose practical magic course hadn't started yet were simply too afraid to approach the door from which terrifying screams, howls, and groans periodically emanated. However, they didn't faze the young girl in the slightest as she purposefully walked straight towards the source of the frightening sounds. Third-rank adept Greta knew perfectly well what, or rather, who was making them.

The young sorceress, who looked to be between eighteen and twenty, dressed

in a strict gray suit with a white blouse and a tight knee-length skirt, resembled the eternal image of a secretary or a straight-A student. Her round face, short-cropped chestnut hair, and brown eyes looked somewhat harmonious, but her aquiline nose, perched with small oval glasses, and full crimson lips somehow spoiled the harmony. Height, unfortunately, wasn't her distinctive feature either — five and a half feet, or even less. Moreover, she was constantly slouching, making her thin little shoulders look downright pitiful. On her feet, she wore strict white shoes without unnecessary decorations, and in her ears, she wore tasteless hoop earrings.

Without knocking, she opened the door and entered the room, dropping a stack of books borrowed from the library onto her nightstand, which stood right by the entrance. And immediately asked.

— How is she, Ninel?

— Bad. They were supposed to come for her two days ago. And now she's decided to be shy. See that lump on Mia's bed? That's our starving roommate.

Ninel was a fourth-circle adept, so in theory, she should have been eighteen, but she looked a full twenty-five. The future necromancer always loved to show off her gorgeous, slender body and huge bust by any means available. And now she had put on a hybrid of a tunic and a swimsuit that hid practically nothing. Long reddish-yellow hair flowed like liquid gold with every movement, dark blue eyes looked with hidden curiosity and unconcealed superiority, and blood-red lips were tightly pressed together. The beauty, however, never competed with anyone or liked to compare looks. Generally, her character was cheerful, sociable, but without extremes, unlike Mia, who loved to make sarcastic and caustic remarks.

Spreading her elegant, tanned arms to the sides and splaying her fingers with long, dark-red painted nails, the girl showed that she couldn't do anything about it.

— Lynx, maybe you won't wait for them after all?

— NO! — A sharp growl came from under the twitching blanket. — I'll manage.

The friends exchanged glances and sighed in unison. This happened periodically, and if earlier they secretly feared their strange roommate, now they felt nothing but sympathy in these moments. The vampire girl was as stubborn as a thousand donkeys and under no circumstances agreed to drink the blood of her friends.

— Maybe ask the Director to do something? Let him contact your family and ask why there's a delay. What if you have to wait a whole week? — Greta suggested worriedly, sitting down on the bed where the winged one had taken refuge and quietly stroking the spot where she assumed her back should be.

— I'll wait. — The blanket grumbled. — Better step away from me.

But the girl didn't even think about it, continuing to comfort and encourage her friend. Silence reigned again, occasionally interrupted by the drawn-out groans of the blood-thirsty vampire and the rustling of the book Ninel was reading in her corner.

Suddenly, Mia burst into the room like a hurricane. Without even greeting the girls in the room, she covered the distance between the door and her bed in two leaps and with a sharp movement tore off the blanket.

— Damn you! What are you doing!? — Lynx hissed, covering her thirst-distorted face with her hands.

— Get up, they've come for you, they sent me to escort you, as the only one whose blood you wouldn't drink even under threat of death. — Blurting this out, she fearlessly grabbed her friend by the wrist, miraculously avoiding the monstrous black claws that one could cut oneself on just by looking at them.

Hurricane-Mia spun and dragged the stalled vampire girl along with her, not even listening to her timid protests of "I can get there myself!". Rushing almost at a run through the half-empty corridors, they reached the main gates in a matter of moments. The Director, who personally ensured each time that only one of his wards left the School's grounds before graduation, nodded importantly and bolted the oak doors. These gates were the only entrance and exit to the campus grounds, from and to which even teleportation was forbidden. They were located in the thick stone wall encircling the School's tall, thin spire.

As if enchanted, Lynx took one step, then another. Around was a dense, deep forest where even now, in the middle of the day, it was dark and cool. By the road, leaning against the massive trunk of a centuries-old oak, stood her mother. The girl was so surprised that she even forgot about her problem, as she hadn't expected to see her here at all.

— Sweetie! Darling! Come here quickly! — The loving mother immediately began to fuss.

— Mom!? What are you doing here? Why didn't father or my brothers come? — She managed to say with difficulty — her tongue was tangled and disobedient.

— They're busy, only I had time.

— But I...

— No buts! Let's go further away. — Arguing with Sha Arni was like trying to break a reinforced concrete wall with a twig.

The daughter obediently let herself be led away, still in a state very close to shock. In the four years of her undead existence, she had never drunk her mother's blood. And couldn't even think of it. Since childhood, her mother had been sacred and unshakable to her, even though she saw her no more than once every two weeks. And now to defile the person she idolized and looked up to all her life. Today, it seemed, she would descend another step into the darkness.

Moreover, Sha Arni had betrayed her usual image and hadn't come in her combat suit, which she wore even on dates with her father, but in a loose blue sundress embroidered with white flowers. For some reason, it was always like that with her mother. The simpler the clothes she wore, the more magnificent she seemed to others. And now her daughter couldn't take her eyes off her. The simple attire forced attention to her graceful, flexible body, sweet and open face, lush, thick hair. No wonder her father couldn't resist such a beauty. I wonder, what would she look like without clothes?

Lynx was torn from such contemplation by her mother's ringing voice.

— There's a clearing over there. I think it will suit us.

— Uh-huh.

Emerging onto a small clearing and wandering a bit in the low grass, Sha Arni stopped on a tiny patch, thoroughly overgrown with soft moss. Plopping down on it as if into an armchair, she beckoned her daughter with her hand.

— Come here, darling, I don't want to watch you suffer anymore. — The woman cooed softly with a smile and offered her neck.

— Maybe it's still not worth it? — Resisting with her last strength the desire to sink her fangs into the yielding flesh, Lynx whimpered, trying to preserve at least something bright in her soul.

— And you'll stay hungry for a few more days? Maybe even a week or more? No, understand, it's almost harder for me than for you. To know that my only child is suffering so. I won't be able to live from worry. So stop refusing and eat.

That was the last straw. Cursing herself and wailing in her soul, the vampire girl closed her jaws on Sha Arni's downy neck. If she could cry, tears would flow like a river.

She honestly tried to pull away as quickly as possible, but the dark essence demanded the red fluid, and she stopped only when she felt her mother go limp in her cruel embrace. Frightened, Lynx jerked back as

if she had seen a poisonous snake. But Sha Arni was fine, she had only broken into a sweat and started breathing rapidly and heavily, all while not ceasing to smile, looking at her daughter with slightly glassy eyes.

— Had enough? You seemed to drink very little? — The woman asked quietly, enfolding the vampire girl in weakened arms.

— Yes. Are you alright? — Lynx didn't quite understand what was happening to her. Her whole body seemed to be boiling, and it was especially hot where her mother touched her. Moreover, the taste of the blood... Something was off. It was somehow subtly different from all others. Yes, for her, the blood of family members always had a different aftertaste, varying from one to another, but here there was something else.

— Of course, my dear, as if you could do anything bad to me.

The quiet and calm confidence with which this was spoken struck Lynx like a bolt of lightning, even her tail stood on end. She realized why her mother's scarlet fluid seemed strange. Her blood was completely tasteless, yet hot. The vampire girl felt as if she had taken a gulp from a boiling kettle, and now this warmth was spreading through her empty veins.

— Mom, something's wrong with me. — Unable to move, Lynx whispered with just her lips.

Only smiling, Sha Arni looked into her daughter's amber eyes. Another electric shock pierced her body. Not knowing what she was doing, she drew her mother's head closer and merged with her in a kiss.

"What am I doing!? What the hell is happening to me? And why does it feel so good?" — Questions raced in the vampire girl's head, while her body, meanwhile, did what it wanted on its own. Her hands, literally half a minute ago wooden and inflexible, now slid like flexible snakes behind Sha Arni's back and carefully began to unzip the zipper on her back. And her mother seemed not to notice this, closing her eyes and playfully nibbling her daughter's lips.

The fastener clinked one last time, and the sundress simply fell from the woman's shoulders to the ground. Underneath, there was absolutely nothing. In build, she didn't differ much from her daughter. The latter was slightly taller and slightly slimmer. But in principle, if you put them side by side, having previously dyed and curled Lynx's hair, most would say they were sisters.

Their lips parted for literally a second, only for Sha Arni to exhale a single word.

— More!

The mother, hitherto not particularly shy or hesitant, also got to work. Her left arm embraced Lynx around the waist, and with her right, she somewhat roughly squeezed her breast, though personally, her daughter was fine with it all. Finally, the vampire girl's palms reached the most important place, but there everything stopped. (Specially for e t a l e s . o r g — i t a l e s . o r g) She simply didn't know what to do next. Under the skin, she felt another patch of skin with very short fur, and then something hot and wet. As soon as she touched there, her mother's tail did a real somersault, lashing her sides, and she herself arched backward. With the hand that had earlier caressed Lynx's breast, Sha Arni covered the back of her daughter's hand and began to move it up and down. Understanding what was required of her, the vampire girl continued on her own, gradually increasing the pace.

No longer holding back guttural moans and purring* (by the way, Lynx can't purr :P), her mother practically tore the clothes off Lynx and, pressing her body against her, forced her to transition from a half-sitting position to a lying one. They lay on their sides, pressing against each other and trying not to separate their lips for a second. What Sha Arni was doing with her tongue defied description; it was as if it was in several places at once. Having finally played enough with her daughter's breasts and nipples, she also moved a floor lower. From the new sensations, all of Lynx's fur stood on end, and a sweet, drawn-out moan escaped her lips. Suddenly, without any warning, her mother slightly pulled away from her daughter's face and, smiling blissfully, bent a couple of fingers on her hand. The moan turned into a cry. Making sharp, jerky movements, she continued to pleasure the vampire girl. When she had somewhat gotten used to such abrupt treatment, she repeated Sha Arni's trick, only unlike her, she decided to do it during the kiss. The woman arched in the opposite direction, spreading her legs a little wider to ensure freedom of movement.

— I... I... I'm going to... burn up! — Lynx blurted out between moans and kisses.

— It's alright, don't be afraid. — Sha Arni answered quietly and confidently, just like before. And as soon as she managed it, a whole flock of birds flew away from the nearest trees just from the sound of her voice.

Again without warning, the woman rolled back and knelt, turning the girl frozen in bewilderment towards her and spreading her legs. The mother, as greedily as the vampire girl had earlier sunk into her neck, sank into her intimate place. A firework exploded in Lynx's head, but then the thought flashed that such a loud cry might be heard even at the School. To avoid making such noise again, she bit her finger. For a while, the vampire girl simply lay there, letting her mother do all the work, but then decided it wasn't fair and carefully pushed her head away. She stared at her partner in bewilderment, but the girl gestured what she intended to do, and a smile reappeared on Sha Arni's face. Quickly positioning her mother above her, she began to repeat what she had been doing with her mouth. Judging by the convulsions shaking the woman, her daughter was doing quite well.

A couple of minutes later, Lynx was shaken by the first orgasm of her life, followed by her mother.

Coming to their senses and realizing what they had just done, the girls awkwardly, without looking at each other, began to dress.

— Mom, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me... — The vampire girl began to apologize, but Sha Arni looked at her with a spark of laughter in her eyes and put a finger to her lips.

She nodded understandingly and silently continued pulling on her dress. Not a single word was spoken on the way back either. Whenever their eyes met, Lynx immediately lowered hers to the ground. And only when the School gates opened and the undead took her first step across the threshold, her mother, giggling merrily, shouted after her.

— It was very nice to see you, daughter! I look forward to our next meeting!

The vampire girl spun around on her high heels, but the doors closed with a loud bang. How to interpret these words was apparently left to her discretion.

Swallowing an illusory sticky lump in her throat and putting on the most indifferent expression possible, Lynx headed to her room.

What conclusion she came to, and indeed what Sha Arni meant, remained a mystery. But similar events never happened again. Lynx tried by all possible means to avoid her mother's blood, and she never insisted, though she offered several times. And then the autumn catastrophe happened, and Sha Arni, along with many from the Family, went to a place from which there is no return.