AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Halloween!
Yes, I know it's been exactly three years to the day. Most of you probably wrote this fic off and were happier before I updated. Hold onto that thought; you might be disappointed after reading it! Hopefully not, though. It's mostly smutty but it does at least show some strengthening of their new bond. That's what I would like to continue to explore if-and-when I ever do a chapter seven. In the meantime, there are other projects to pursue, as always!
A very large portion of this chapter was cowritten (a very long time ago) with my old partner in crime, Cartesian Planeswalker. Wherever Cartesian is now, I hope he reads this and smiles.
CHAPTER SIX
Even when Anna woke up, the desire was still pounding powerfully within her, making her ache. It was a lust so strong she was sure it would never be abated, unless Elsa were to finally lay her hand upon her. She whimpered into the air, surprised to find how chilly it was despite her body's heat. She wasn't sure if her breasts were reacting the way they were because of her arousal or the temperature.
She shifted uncomfortably in bed, nuzzling back into her big fluffy pillow as if it were Elsa's bosom. It was odd how even though she was half awake, her body still reacted the way it did. Sleepily, she trailed her hand down and dipped it cautiously between her thighs, hitching her nightgown up around her waist, tugging the blankets over herself more with her free hand. Even now, she was embarrassed knowing she was about to pleasure herself to the memories of the events that occurred prior.
Meanwhile, the one who had borne witness to said events was making her way down the hallway toward her sister's door, her back straight and dignified, dark orbs gazing straight ahead. She had a few hours yet before sunrise, when she would need to sleep. All she desired in the world was to spend those with her sister, should she be awake.
As Elsa turned the corner, it became apparent that she was. That noise was largely unfamiliar to her... but only in this setting. Surely not, after merely one night to recover...?
Moans fell from her oblivious sister as she slowly slid her fingers against her innocence. The other hand roved up to one of her breasts, her eyes sliding shut. In her mind, her hands were replaced with Elsa's. Memories of the night before mixed with fantasies of what could come filled her mind and she spread her legs slightly, her fingers gently grazing the throbbing little nub of her sex.
The object of said fantasies paused outside the door, ears pricked for the symphony playing out on the other side, her own hunger stirred. Anna sounded divine; it was almost a shame to disturb her. Perhaps she should come back another time. But just as the countess turned to depart, she caught it on the air; the scent of her need. It drew her in, wrapped so gently around her body that she might as well have been shrouded in a cloak of desire. This seemed to be a private moment, but Anna was so tempting...
Anna's mouth watered and a breathless "Elsa" fell from her lips as she pressed her thumb insistently against her clit, feeling herself growing wetter by the second. She palmed her breast, teasing her nipples through the material of her nightgown, wishing so desperately it wasn't her own hand. She gasped as she slid a pair of fingers inside herself, still thumbing at her clit, moisture coating her fingers.
"E-Elsa!"
Hearing that clinched it for her; she could not pretend to ignore this, leave her sister to wring such pleasures from herself all alone. Not when she was - at least very likely - the object of fantasy. Pursing her lips, she paused a moment, then raised a hand to the door.
Knock, knock.
It took a few moments for Anna to even realize the door had been knocked upon, but she then jerked up and her entire face burst into a glorious blush. Her first thought was to cover herself, and to hide under her blankets. Then she remembered again what had happened the night before, what they had become. There was no need for her to really be embarrassed, and so she exhaled and settled back against a pillow, legs spread so Elsa could see what lay between.
Her breathing was uneven as she cleared her throat. "Come in," she called. The door did begin to creak open… an inch at a time, groaning with the age of the wood…
And then in a flash, Elsa was no more than an inch away from Anna's face with her slender hand wrapped tight around her throat. The girl could feel her trembling pulse beneath her sister's fingers as she whispered, "E-Elsa!" Her sister's eyes glowed with bloodlust already. "What…?"
Though her eyes glowed and her fangs flashed in the low light from the doorway, the words she rasped had nothing to do with slaking her thirst.
"I could have been anyone. You would show your open sex to Gerda? To Kai?"
Anna's breath hitched in her throat as she watched the light glint off Elsa's razor-sharp fangs. "I knew it was you," she replied breathlessly. "Kai or Gerda would have called out when they knocked."
The hand released her and Elsa stood and eased the door closed, pressing her back against it. "You test me... it does not pay to test one of my nature. However..." Even across the room, she closed both eyes, inhaled deeply. Pursed her lips. "You have been busy, even before I arrived."
Released from her sister's grip, Anna sat up slightly and nodded shamelessly at the accusation. "Yes, I… well, I was thinking about last night." She blushed as she recalled what happened in the bathtub. "I was thinking about you, Elsa…"
"You were." She said it more like a statement, though she of course had no way of seeing into Anna's thoughts. That she knew of. The countess began to pace toward the bed, eyes glowing and hands reaching up to remove her pristine white gloves, laying them upon the bedside table.
"Go on. Tell me what you were thinking about." Her voice was not taunting, not overly cruel. Low and patient. "Every detail."
Flushing a deeper shade of red over her light freckles, Anna bit down gently on her lower lip, as though to stifle a silent moan. "I… I was thinking about the bath," she continued. "About how my fingers felt when I touched myself… imagining they were your fingers."
One of Elsa's hands raised and fluttered in the air. "These fingers? Where did you want them touching you?" An amused notion shot through her, and she brushed a finger along Anna's kneecap. "Here?"
Anna's eyes followed her sister's fingers, unblinking, as they darted through the air to lay upon her knee. Just that little touch made her whole body thrill. Though she couldn't suppress a little laugh. "You know where, Sister," she whined, reaching down to grab the cold wrist and urge her higher. "I'm all yours now… why do you have to keep teasing me? Don't you want this?"
"You know I do not." Despite her words, she climbed onto the bed. "That it is my desire… but not my wish." Her heavy breath, devoid of the usual heat that would come from a living body but still not cold, began to caress Anna's chest as she lay beside her. "Would you still have me…?"
Instead of finishing the question, she allowed her hand to come to a stop on the inside of Anna's bare thigh, nails digging in very slightly. Promising more, but delivering nothing. Yet. The idea of touching her helpless sister still distressed her, even if much less so than before.
"Elsa…" Anna gave a pained sigh at her sister's words and touch. She shivered beneath her gentle breath, her leg tensing beneath her hand. "Can't you stop swimming against the current?" she whispered. "Let yourself want me as much as I want you…"
There was nothing left to say. Much though Elsa racked her brains for any possible delay that could keep her from committing this grievous sin, she had nothing. Her fingers slid inward...
And found the drenched folds of her sister were already aching for the sensation of her fingers. Anna gave a shuddering moan the moment Elsa's fingers moved up against her heated sex. The way she quivered, the outpouring of aroma into her lungs, it all told her that the desire her sister had was only greater than she had experienced and guessed thus far, not lesser. Red-rimmed eyes closed halfway as she explored the topography of the younger woman, every ridge and groove of her surface.
"Nhh! Ohhhh, E-Elsa, yes…" Her sister felt even better than she imagined, cool and soft and ever so graceful in even this most sinful of acts. Almost instinctively, her thighs parted, allowing Elsa better access to her body.
"Yes, Anna," she breathed thirstily as she began to stroke along her faster, with more purpose. Her own leg raised, and despite her voluminous skirts, she managed to catch Anna's knee between her own. "This is what you longed for all this time, isn't it? For me to soothe your flesh..."
"Yes!" Anna gasped without hesitation, her knee rising to meet Elsa as she straddled her leg. Meanwhile her fingers, stroking more firmly and quickly, were making Anna's hips rock steadily upward in search of her touch. She needed her sister to soothe her flesh in a way that only she could; no other's touch would do.
"Say it. Describe what I'm doing." When all Anna did was pant and moan, she allowed her forefinger and thumb to drift together, very lightly pinching one of the fragile lips. "Say it!"
Anna gasped at the sudden sharpness in her sister's voice, set against the jolt of pain mingling with pleasure that raced through her, but her cheeks burned and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but obey.
"AH! Y-You're touching me," she sighed breathlessly. "Like I've been hoping you would! Your cold fingers… y-you feel so good, Elsa…"
All of Elsa's resolve vanished in the heated breeze the young woman's voice sent through her cold heart. Leaning down, she crashed their lips together, entwining them over and over as she slid from bottom to top, taking her time to swirl around the swollen nub above the fragile wings.
When Elsa kissed her, Anna returned the gesture with a heated and urgent passion. She wrapped one arm around the older girl, her other hand bunching tightly in the sheets, as her hips rolled and bucked against her questing finger. Elsa circled her throbbing clit with such precise skill, such deliberate strokes. Anna moaned against her lips as their tongues lashed together.
There, in the moment when they were most conjoined as they had been until now, was when Elsa took Anna for the first time. Knowing the way had been opened by Anna's own hand only made the going easier, and made Elsa yet more contented to know their fingers had been inside the same wet sheath, the same night. For the same pleasure.
When the long, cool finger slid inside her, Anna's whole body arched and trembled, rising slightly off the bed beneath her as she half-screamed. Her tight walls pulsed as she felt every inch, every subtle curve of the digit's length. Her hands shot up to grasp her sister's hair, and her green eyes rolled back and fluttered shut in ecstasy.
Freed of Anna's mouth, Elsa ran her lips up and down the heated neck, curling her finger in and out as she fought with herself. This was about Anna experiencing pleasure. Not her. Not about her feeding. Not about blood. That could be handled later.
But she was practiced. She had been fighting bloodlust for years, and now was only different in that... it was the blood she wanted most on the entire mortal plane.
Even while she whimpered, Anna could feel her sister's hesitation. The strength with which she fought her bloodlust was remarkable, but it wasn't what Anna wanted right now. She arched her neck back against the pillow, exposing more of her smooth, slender throat.
"Please," she whined. "If this is what you need…"
Something happened. Something awakened. Never before had Elsa experienced that sensation. The feeling of someone desiring to be fed upon.
"Nnnno..." Speech came with difficulty, so the countess focused her efforts on adding a second finger, on drilling both of them into Anna harder than ever. Rubbing her palm against her clit. Grazing her lips down from the powerful temptation and onto one of her breasts, enveloping the eager peak.
"Ohhh! Elsa, please, you feel so… I-I want you to have all of me!"
Why couldn't Anna understand? They seemed to mesh together so well in all areas except for this. She didn't see that the last thing she wanted was to tie sex and blood together for the two of them. Hopelessly and homogeneously.
"Will it..." Her fangs were already out, her eyes casting a dim violet glow down on Anna's alabaster bosom. "M-make it… better for you?"
"Yes!" Anna cried out in reply without hesitation. She could feel Elsa's ivory fangs barely touching her breast, tickling with the promise of the most exquisite pleasure and pain. "Yes, Elsa… please, I want to give this to you… anything you need, it's… this isn't my moment alone…"
Voice ragged with desire, the tortured countess told her, "Ohhh, Anna... you know not what you make me do."
Then she shifted inward and sank both canines deep into the meat of her breast like warm knives into butter, and the younger woman gave a sharp, keening cry that echoed throughout the room. The pleasure rippling through her body from the bite caused her toes to curl and her back to bow sharply.
The gush of fluids into Elsa's mouth lit every nerve inside of her like a sunburst. Oh, she could never imagine getting used to feeding on Anna. It was so much better than anyone else! Lapping hungrily at her bites, she drank as she began moving her fingers again, hoping the dual pleasures would give Anna everything she wanted. Which had been her goal her entire life - even if achieving that goal had taken on a new shape and path.
The freckled body moaned and writhed beneath as its owner felt the hot, crimson essence of her life pouring out of her body, given freely and out of love to her darling sister. It only took a few deft strokes to push Anna over the edge after that. Her warm walls clamped down tight around the slender digits and her whole body shook with unbearable delight.
"AaaaaaaAAAH! OHHH! ElsaaaAAAH!"
When she felt Anna finish… something else happened, something very like the moment when she felt the blood calling out to her more strongly. The way Anna was vibrating beneath her seemed to give off an additional energy that fed her so much more deeply. She had felt this very marginally in a few of her less discreet hunts when she was young, but never this strong. Never so overpowering that she felt her head go light, felt her heart stir.
Felt her heart stir. That was something else altogether.
Anna didn't realize she had blacked out for a brief second until she opened her eyes and took a great, gasping breath. Her head was spinning, her pale breast heaving along with the pounding of her heart. Above her, Elsa looked like an angel, not the monster she thought herself to be, with her ivory cheeks just barely flushed and her violet eyes wide with wonder. Hanging on limply with her arms around her older sister, Anna began stroking the top of her pale hair.
"Good Lord, Elsa!"
"He… is not to blame for this…" Elsa licked her blood-stained lips and leaned down to run her tongue over the gouge-marks in Anna's previously flawless flesh, eyebrows drawing in together. "Look at how I ruin you… I… know it is what you wanted, but it seems a shame… your perfect body…"
Her sister couldn't help but disagree. She liked the contrasting darkness of the tiny wounds her sister left upon her porcelain skin. It made her feel claimed, marked forever as Elsa's alone. "You know I'll heal," Anna assured her in a soft, soothing voice as her fingers tightened slightly in the older girl's hair. "Ahhh… and until then, each time I see your marks, I shall remember that you claimed me the way I wanted to be claimed."
"But that's-" Elsa forced herself to close her eyes and process. She knew Anna didn't mean it the way she put it forth, regardless of how worrisome the phrasing. "Yes. You are my sister, and now… lover. Be that for good or evil."
Not her thrall. She did not want a thrall, much less for Anna to fill that role.
And lover! The words were almost unbelievable, but they sounded so sweet and so natural upon Elsa's lips. They were sisters and lovers now, truly belonging to one another in every sense. Despite the fact that they would surely both be damned for it, Anna felt as though she'd been waiting her whole life to step into this role. She was about to say as much, but when her lips parted she couldn't hold back a long, high-pitched yawn. She could have fallen right back asleep; her whole body felt heavy and sluggish.
"Mmm… oh Elsa, you say it as though it's the most awful thing! But I have never felt more alive, or closer to you… there is no evil here."
But the motions and the words didn't please Elsa the way Anna had been hoping. Instead, her thin fingers trailed up to run over the sweat-soaked brow, her fatigued eyes. "Perhaps I took too much; I only intended to sample your wares. Can you dress yourself?" Then she amended with a slight smile. "Meaning right now, not in general. You may be my baby sister, but I know you are a strong, capable woman."
"I suppose I can get dressed," she replied reluctantly, rolling her eyes quite dramatically as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and made her way to the wardrobe. Something simple would do well for today, she thought, and she pulled a solid blue underdress out from the big wooden doors. But she didn't think Elsa had taken too much at all; if anything she could have fed longer, the girl thought, and she wouldn't have minded. "But I could use a little help with these knots," she teased, hands fishing around behind her back. "Will you help me? Or should I call Gerda…?"
"So helpless, like a little lamb," Elsa teased back. Still, she glided from the bed to just behind Anna, tying the laces without looking as her lips pressed into the side of her sister's neck. "You know what that does to my baser instincts."
"You mean your vampire instincts," she corrected her gently. Reaching into the wardrobe for an overdress, she continued, "You mustn't think of yourself as 'base', dear sister. You see only a curse, where I see many gifts. You're as strong as ten men, and faster than lightning… and what else can you do? Fly?"
A deep sigh issued from her as she contemplated that question. "No... I cannot." The emphasis was clear. "However, it is possible. Transforming into a bat is utter nonsense, but… when we've fed enough, we are able to defy gravity for short periods. But as you know, I typically only take what blood I need to survive, and therefore I have never managed that feat."
"So… if you drank enough, you could do it?" Anna couldn't help but imagine her sister floating above the ground with the sheer strength of her otherworldly power, blood slipping over barely-parted lips and dripping in tiny rivulets from her fangs. She gave a soft shudder. Smoothing her overdress down and adjusting the shoulders, she gave Elsa a darkly curious smile. "How much do you think you'd need to take?"
"Too much," she chuckled. "And your blood does invigorate me more than another's. But not tonight. Deeply though I have drank of your bosom… beyond merely with my eyes this time," she added huskily. "Though I almost believe it could be enough..."
Anna blushed and smiled to herself in a satisfied way. "So you do look upon me for more reasons than to dine," she teased as she picked up her comb and began working her hair into two braids. Pausing for a moment, she added, "Is it really that special? My blood, I mean. How could it be any different than the rest of your liaisons?"
"As if I knew." Then she caught one of Anna's hands and held it still in her deceptively-steely grip. To help assuage any worry, she kissed her knuckles. Her soft lips, though cool to the touch, left a burning impression upon the skin of her hand. "Would you like me to take care of that?"
"Mmm, I've already told you that you make take as much as you…" Then she turned a deep shade of crimson. "Ah, you meant my hair! Of course."
"What did you- ohh, about your blood?" Laughing quietly, Elsa took the comb from her sister and kissed her knuckles again, then the top of her head. "Perhaps I can do some research about familial lines, to see if they provide me with more sustenance. For now, I can tend this menial task." As she began to comb through, she added in an undertone, "I… have missed being able to do such sisterly activities these past years."
"I've missed it, too," Anna replied softly. "I've missed you, Elsa." The two girls made eye contact in the mirror, and Anna gave her sister an adoring smile. "I promise nothing will ever keep us apart again."
As soon as Elsa was finished braiding her hair, Anna spun around and gave her a long, tender kiss. Having her sister right behind her, fingers running gracefully through her ginger tresses, only made her desire her even more despite the fact that she'd just been sated. Then she pulled back just slightly and rested their foreheads together.
"I mean it, you know. I would rather perish than be parted from you, Elsa. I know that now."
The countess let out a shaky laugh, gripping the back of Anna's neck tightly. "I both adore and despise when you tell me such things. I am… so conflicted. I know what I want is you, but I also want the best for you. Whether or not this is the best…"
"I know." She paused, worrying her plump lower lip with her teeth for a moment. "But I already know what it's like to go without you, and I haven't felt this happy in years, and it's all because of you. You are the best for me. Even if it's wrong, even if… I shall be damned to Hell for such sin. I go gladly."
Again, Elsa took her mouth deeply, ravaging it as hard as she could, pressing her hands into her sister's supple back through her dress. Partly wishing she could rend it from her... but knowing Anna needed sustenance, just as she had, she resisted. She didn't pull away until the younger girl's face was pink with her need to breathe. When she finally broke the kiss and spoke, Anna was gasping and lusty-eyed.
"I… will never condemn you again. Not when I am the Judas leading you down this path." Then she smiled rakishly. "Though now… I very nearly wish we'd kept that nun outfit of yours. If we're already damned, we may as well earn our damnation."
"Elsa, that's sacrilege!" Then she broke into a fit of breathless giggling, completely taken with the irony of her own exclamation. When she'd finally caught her breath, she continued, "Well then, dear sister… what would you like to do if we had kept it?"
"Ruin it," she growled, running her hands up and down Anna's sides. "Ruin you while you're in it." Distantly, she knew her own needs were growing in intensity for the first time in ages, in front of another person. Her hands came to a rest on Anna's hips as she said, "But let's discuss that while we have your breakfast, shall we?"
"Can we really discuss it over breakfast?" Anna asked with excited disbelief. "You're alright to be out and about? What time is it? Heavens, I have no idea how long I slept…"
Her expression, which had lingered in a flirtatious manner for some time, softened into one of adoration as she reached up to cup her cheek. "Thank you for looking after me, but I'll be fine. Even if I were not to return to my bedchamber, I'll be fine as long as I am not touched by sunlight. Besides... we have an hour yet."
"An hour 'til sunrise?" Anna repeated softly. "Oh, alright… and I am rather hungry."
So the two sisters made their way together to the dining hall and sat down for a one-plated breakfast of eggs, bread, and a warmly spiced custard that Anna particularly appreciated. It made Anna feel a little strange to eat while Elsa merely watched, but any time they could spend together felt valuable, precious. After all, soon Elsa would go to sleep and she'd have to go all day without her.
"The habit did suit you," Elsa said without preamble the moment the servants were far enough away that they would not be overheard. Most assuredly, she was listening out. "Even if I was initially upset to see you wearing that, due to its significance. Oh, but your angelic face, framed by those holy vestments..."
That earned her a giggle. "To tell you the truth, it was rather uncomfortable… I would have hated wearing it daily, and I knew it." Then she blushed, looking only a tiny bit ashamed as she dug into her custard. "But I suppose I could wear it on special… private occasions just for you, if you can obtain one… so… Good luck getting one from the sisters."
Grinning and baring her razor-sharp fangs, she rumbled, "You underestimate my ability to get what I want? Anna, I'm surprised at you." But then she went back to stirring her tea, breathing the gentle aroma. "Hmm... which do you think would be more deplorable? Stealing it outright, or asking and chancing that they will inquire as to my purpose with such a uniform?"
Anna paused with a mouthful of food, sincerely pondering the question. Then she swallowed and continued, "Well… they've already seen that you bit me, haven't they? Aaaand… if you've been biting them, they have to know how… carnal of an experience it is, don't they? So what must they be thinking already?"
"Oh, I hadn't given their feelings on the matter the slightest thought. You are all that concerns me." Setting the teacup down, she leaned on her hand. "Although it's true. Quite a few of the sisters have made orgasmic noises while providing me sustenance, even though I never…" Pausing, she corrected herself. "Rarely have I done anything unseemly with a woman of the cloth."
"Rarely!" Anna exclaimed, nearly spitting out a bite of her custard, barely covering the faux-pa with her hand. "Elsa, you've… exactly what unseemly things have you done with a woman of the cloth?" She looked at her sister with wide eyes, voice more curious than jealous or angry.
A pale eyebrow arched, her smile as coy as before, expression hardly changed. "You really want to know?"
"Yes!" Anna fired back without hesitation. "Elsa, you simply must tell me! Now that you've dropped a clue you'd be cruel to leave me to wonder!"
"Well… alright, but if you grow jealous, be it on your own head for asking." Leaning slightly to one side, she again checked for footsteps. None. Then she leaned back in her chair and mused for a moment.
"There have been six young women tainted by my inability to refrain. Four of them remain still within the church, they are… 'rehabilitated', if you will. Though only in name. Most of them simply found the feeding so exquisite that they could not contain themselves; it took no prompting from me, and they began to work their own bodies just as you did this morning."
Anna was silent for a brief moment, and then she just laughed, hugging herself and shaking her head in jolly disbelief. "You have a talent, dear sister!" When her laughter finally died down, Anna thought about it a little further. Was she jealous? She smiled mischievously at her sister and said, "It happened before we… reunited. So who am I to judge? BUT — I would very much like to be the only one you require." Her smile widened a bit, and she blushed. "You did say before that I was your collection of one. Did you mean that?"
"Oh, of course." Her tone was quite matter-of-fact, and she folded her hands on the top of the table. "I will not entirely give up feeding upon St. Idun's denizens. But for you, I will abstain from the… other fruits of which they offer. Like poor, sweet Merida…" Her head shook very slightly. "Such a shame."
"I see. Then another question for you, Sister: is it more sinful to defile one's own sister, or six brides of Christ?"
"Indeed. Is it worse to take a nun, fresh from the convent, and fill her with so much unbridled lust that she is caught 'releasing her tensions' in the confessional and excommunicated?" She rolled her hand in a vague gesture. "I forced them to pack her off with enough gold to start a new life, at the very least. And added in a bit of my own. We were both responsible to a degree."
"Remarkable," Anna murmured. She couldn't help but wonder if all vampires could work such wonders upon a woman… or if Elsa was just particularly gifted? In any case, it didn't matter—Elsa was the only one, vampire or not, she ever wanted. "Maybe I'm being selfish in keeping you all to myself."
"Perhaps. But I find it to be immaterial; we are bound to each other now."
Finishing up the rest of her breakfast in record time, Anna leaned forward to rest her chin on her hand. "Truthfully, I may simply go back to bed as well once you retire. I'm still exhausted, and frankly, I'd rather just sleep until I can be with you again!"
Nodding her assent, Elsa pushed back elegantly from the table and rose with a polite smile now. "I suppose that is true. Still, I'd rather you not make a habit of adhering to a nocturnal sleep cycle. I... miss you over the long night, but I do not wish you to forget about the sun for my sake. I..." Her hand waved off the small thought that had come to her. "You may of course nap, but I want you to sleep again tonight, if you can."
"I'm not going to forget about the sun," Anna replied a little defensively. "I just… want to spend more time awake at night! That's all." Then she blushed. "Can you blame me, dear sister?"
"I could, but it would do little good," she said with a smirk that sent gooseflesh racing along her already-flushed skin.
"Yes, w-well… you will come see me when you wake? I shall wait in my room, if you like, so that you needn't send for me."
"Unnecessary, but appreciated. I can find you. I can always find you."
The comment was both sweet, and unsettling, but Elsa did not linger to give it room to breathe. Anna found it endearing, if not even reassuring. If Elsa always knew how to find her, would that not make it easier for them to never part? The countess moved and opened the heavy dining room door with an ease that gave proof to her heightened strength.
So Anna bade her sister good day and returned to her chambers, her heart already aching to be close to Elsa once again. As soon as she came into her room and spotted Gerda making up the bed, she instructed her, "I wish to take my supper late tonight. Whenever my sister rises, I should like to dine in her company." She paused. "And I think I should like to bathe, and then not be disturbed until Elsa wakes. Can that be arranged?"
Of course Gerda answered to the affirmative, and right away went about drawing Anna a bath. After she relaxed in the hot water, she planned to sleep the day away, Elsa's worries be damned. She didn't plan to make a habit of it, but just this once she'd let herself sleep as her sister did, hiding from the glow of the sun rather than from darkness.
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And so it was that, come sundown, the Lady Anna was still slumbering atop the covers, as though she couldn't be bothered even to climb underneath. As the sun set beyond the horizon she was lost deep in her dreams, splayed gracefully across the bed with her shining hair spread behind her head, and her breast swelling and falling steadily with her peaceful breath…
This time, a faint breeze stirred her first as the doors to her balcony opened. Footsteps crossed from the threshold to the bedside. A hand trailed up a knee to a thigh and perched there, considering as dark eyes roved over the connected form of the young ginger.
Even in her sleep, Anna felt the chill and stirred slightly. She knew that silken-smooth touch. A coy smile played across her lips as her eyes fluttered open, and she beheld the fair face of her sister. Anna sighed happily, reaching up and threading her arms around the older girl's shoulders. Then she gave a little yawn, muffling the sound against Elsa's shoulder as she nuzzled into her hair affectionately.
"Mmmmm… morning."
"Good evening, my Anna. Or is it 'good morning' for both of us?" The hand drifted up her back, rubbing in small circles, and after a moment more she allowed herself to nuzzled back, eyes falling closed in bliss.
Anna gave a soft hum of contentment. "It's good morning for me, too," she confessed, pressing a tender kiss against Elsa's cheek. "You aren't too angry with me… are you, Sister?"
Elsa's lips pursed for a moment, considering. Being angry with her would seem ungrateful, given the only reason she changed her sleeping habit was for her. Also, it would only cast a pall over their otherwise pleasant night together. Therefore, a compromise. Reaching downward, she left a light swat against Anna's fleshy little buttock.
"We'll think of a suitable punishment later."
"Elsa, you tease!" Anna squealed and swatted her sister's hand away. Then as her laughter died down, she tightened her embrace and drew the older girl even closer. "Mmmmm, I don't want to get up. Won't you lay with me for a while?"
"I will, for a time. If that is your wish." Curling her body around the younger sister's, she let out a long, contented sigh. "How could any person in this wretched world resist such an honour and privilege?"
Anna purred like a delighted kitten and nuzzled into Elsa's body. Though her skin was cool to the touch, Elsa's body and presence made her feel warm and needy. Anna pressed a tender kiss upon the smooth curve of her jaw and whispered, "I asked Gerda to have my supper prepared after you woke, dear sister, so that you may keep me company if you like. Buuut… there isn't any rush."
She kissed Elsa again, this time just behind her ear. Eyes closing again, she allowed a wide smile to grace her lips. This was pure and beautiful, and she was grateful for every last second. Then she pulled back to whisper, "I feel so alive tonight. Must have been the latest sampling of your blood; after my body absorbed the life from within it, I… feel so much brighter, and warmer. Almost as if I were a child again, before the vampirism took root."
"Elsa, that's wonderful," Anna sighed happily as she gazed into her sister's eyes and grinned like a giddy maiden. "Maybe all that time you hated yourself, all that sadness, wasn't from being a vampire at all. Maybe it just came from being alone for so very long."
"Perhaps so," Elsa whispered. Privately, that sounded extremely dubious. She was an undead creature of the night who fed on unsuspecting humans. Making a choice not to feed on the unwilling — or take any lives — was not enough to entirely erase her self-hatred. Much though she wanted to believe Anna's words.
"You'll see. Just give it time. You aren't the monster you think you are, Elsa."
Just this once, she let Anna's praise wash over her and soothe her doubts and fears. Not long, but for a moment. To have someone as pure as her sister determined to see the good in her... it meant the world.
"See?" she whispered tenderly. "Being content can be so easy, darling sister, once you see that you deserve it." With the smile on her face growing, and a faint blush creeping back into her cheeks, she whispered, "And speaking of happiness… are you hungry?"
She leaned her head back into the pillows a bit, showing off the tempting curve of her shoulders meeting her throat. Chuckling, Elsa reached up and traced her fingernail down the line of her throat, along what she could see of her collarbone.
"Mmm... tempting of a morsel as you are, Annie-Candy..." She let out a slow, even sigh. "I am not hungry. This morning left me quite satisfied. Compliments to the chef," she added with a conspiratorial murmur.
"I can't fathom how you can go so many hours, or even days, without a meal! Only a fasting monk is so cruel to himself. You deserve better, Sister." She took Elsa's hand, guiding it a little closer to her bosom. "Imagine what things you might be capable of—how your powers might grow—if you stopped denying yourself…"
"You just want me to become more of a vampire. To satisfy your naughty little curiosities..." However, the offer was tempting. Anna looked flush and full of life, completely recovered. Her cheeks were rouged and her breath steady and strong. The scent coming off of her in waves was so enticing...
What would it hurt? Just a sip of her, a tiny mouthful. She needn't draw from her in large quantities every time. Her fingers traced up and down the soft skin as she contemplated.
"The blame isn't all upon me," Anna replied coyly. "I can see your curiosity." She smiled reassuringly, until Elsa's finger stroking up and down upon her chest made her give a pleasant shudder. The younger girl reached up to touch her sister's cheek, and then let her hand trail downward… down her long, graceful neck, over her wiry shoulders, to grasp one pert breast through the fabric of her dress. "I can see your desire, Elsa. Don't be afraid. I'm yours for the taking, always..."
"Hmm… you are, aren't you? Alright, perhaps I'll have... a light snack."
This feeding was not quite the way her last had been, frenzied, unhinged. Elsa leaned in and began to kiss along the soft, velvety flesh of her sister's neck, basking in the warmth rising from it, in the scent that could not be suppressed or ignored.
Anna gave a soft sigh and a low, contented moan as Elsa's lips trailed warmly down her neck. The desperation from before felt good, of course, but this felt gentle and intimate. Her hands came to rest upon Elsa's shoulders again, urging her closer with just the slightest tug.
"A light snack, or a hearty meal," she whispered. "Whatever you wish, sweet sister."
"This is what I wish," she informed her gently. "All of it, and not just devouring your lifesblood. But... I suppose I should stop playing with my food." As her fangs began to present themselves, she whispered in a low, teasing tone, "Unless you want to be played with."
"Oh, by all means, play," Anna replied in a sultry voice. Even though she looked forward to being bitten, she wouldn't ever turn down further pleasures at her sister's hands.
Alas, it seemed teasing was as far as Elsa was about to go at the moment. Nearly cackling in her delight, she sank her teeth into Anna's perfect neck as slowly as she could force herself, relishing the sensation as much as she did the warm rush of blood this time.
Anna gave a surprised cry as Elsa sank her fangs into her soft throat and she felt her own blood gush powerfully forth into her sister's mouth. As before, the sensation was powerful and entirely unique — that feeling of her own life pouring out and into the one she loved most of all. It was the most intimate thing in the world. How could it be a sin, she wondered reverently, when it felt so good and pure? One of her hands tightened into Elsa's silken hair, and the other shot down to the small of her back, eager to press their bodies closer together.
And she drank. Long and deeply, but not too fast or hard; listening for Anna all the while. Her hands trailed up and down her entire body as she did so, to stimulate, to heighten the experience for her sister. Just because it was intended for her to sustain life didn't mean she was the only one who got to enjoy the transfer.
"And… that is enough," she panted as she drew back, irises the vaguest hue of violet. "To satisfy me for some time. Thank you."
The dazed Anna flashed a weak smile up at her as her hand drifted up to caress over her white-blonde head. "Mmm, thank you. How is it that you drawing my blood from me excites it in a way nothing else ever has?"
"Magic." Dipping low, she lifted Anna from the bed as easily as if she were a pillow, sliding her tongue over the puncture wounds and sealing them with whatever preternatural power thrummed through her saliva.
"You are certainly magical…" As her bare feet sank into the rich, plush rug that adorned her bedroom floor, she cast a gaze full of love over her shoulder at her sister. "Elsa? You'll come with me to dinner, won't you?"
As they approached the wardrobe, she slipped a hand into Anna's back and rumbled into her ear, "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
"Then I should hope we don't find any wild horses in the hallways," she chuckled. "I don't want to test your fortitude." And for once, Elsa chuckled along with her.
To Be Continued…