The Jaracara slowly stood , her eyes were narrow. "Why," Valentine hissed, glancing over at the girl who had fallen unconscious. She collapsed once again, "Why can't I resist you? I've recently fed it makes no sense..." She spat furiously, struggling to get up once again. "I feel so weak. Yet…"

What a strange woman, Rias thought, if she was anything like the rest of her kind she would have become unconscious already. It was a good think Koneko discovered her before anything serious happened. "

Do you know the number one weakness of a Jaracara? There is a natural attraction between them, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils such as me. You cannot control yourself though while I am much stronger and can control my desire. You're just a fledgling, aren't you," Rias mocked. "You probably also did not know that the number one cause of death for Jaracaras is being teased, rather pathetic isn't it? Only the strongest of your race survived the purge many years ago. In the secret war between our races, all we had to do was a striptease and one by one, you all fell to your desire!"

Valentine listened to this, angered by what she was hearing. "Your race raped so many, creating litters of children, unwanted children. The virginities of young females were stolen, and their breasts were corrupted by your filthy mouths. That's why we killed you off, because what you did here was done to billions of Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels alike! Did a fledging like you know that?"

Valentine's eyes were wide with shock, sweaty hands on the cool tiled floor.

No, no ...that couldn't be true! Mother said that they fought nobly, pushed from the Underworld and Heaven out of jealousy! Why did she lie? She said the Jaracara were the mighty keepers of the Grimoire of Honorius, an ancient tome filled with the secrets of the universe and spells so powerful they could destroy the world with a single word. Mother said the other races fought them because they wanted the grimoire for themselves. Was it…all a lie?

"You are a thief and a liar!" Valentine snarled, "Many of my ancestors died in that war, the war where your filthy people stole the Grimoire of Honorius!" She panted, her breath slowed. "I'll kill you, for lying and attempting to dishonor my family!"

"My, my, such rage," A new voice said, and along with it came a new rush of desire. Valentine held herself up on her desk, her eyes locked on to the new girl.

She was gorgeous as well and had dark blue, almost black hair. It looked silky and smooth. Valentine's mouth watered even more, her slitted golden eyes displaying how hard she was fighting her desires. Glittering violet orbs locked with her amber ones, her gaze dropped to that incredible chest.

She had such large, delicious looking breasts. Valentine wanted to touch them so badly. Her voice was rich like Rias's, sending heat throughout her veins. Her cheeks were crimson for some reason as she stared at Valentine.

"I…I'll kill you too! I don't want to kill a pretty girl like you, but I have to! So I'll give you an option. Hand over the Grimoire, or die," Valentine growled lightly, eyes shining angrily as she glared at the two teens. They glanced at each other, smirked, then looked back at Valentine.

"You think you can take on all us girls," The newcomer smiled so widely her eyes closed. Valentine panted as the girl from her class, the white-haired one leaned against the doorway of her classroom silently, eyes freezing as they met hers. She cracked her knuckles, then her neck. Valentine backed away, fangs bared.

Now this was a dangerous situation. Valentine felt like cornered prey. Her tongue, which had grown long and forked, flicked across her lips.

"Yes I do. I've trained my entire life to avenge my fallen ancestors. You have disrespected them, and matter what you tell me, my mother wouldn't lie to me."

"How cute, a momma's girl, I'm going to enjoy killing you,," Rias giggled, "after all it was mostly my kind that killed all of yours! I'm going to finish what they started!" Valentine lunged before anyone had the chance to say anything else.

The violet eyed girl gasped as her mouth found her breast, the vampires fingers hastily tore her uniform off, tugging on the nipple.

"Yes, more!" the girl arched her back, holding Valentine's mouth closer to her breast. She was overtaken by need for this Jaracara.

It was a sudden, random, bizarre kind of emotion. While normal before, her skin was suddenly flushed with heat. Milk erupted from her breast, filling Valentines mouth and pouring down her throat.

Power, so much power flowed through her veins. Rias grabbed the vampire quickly, forcing her away. The Jaracara swept the Devil's hand away, hissing in warning. Her eyes were glowing now, and her fingers crackled with electricity.

"Mmm, such power, I can feel it coursing through my veins…Jaracara's have the ability to steal the power's of those they feed from" Valentine smiled.

"With this I surely can defeat you...but you I want to keep for myself," Valentine wrapped her arm around the dark haired girl's shoulders. She leaned down, taking her nipple into her mouth, the black-haired girls fingers curled in her hair, holding her tightly. As more milk flowed, Valentine was lost in the taste.

Heaven, she tasted like heaven.

"President…now…do it…now! I can't resist, I need more, unh! Eat me, eat me! Show me how naughty you are, what a filthy creature! Suck harder, you call yourself a Jaracara? President now! No, don't hurt her; she's making me feel so good! Kill her! No, no...Spare her! I can't live without this feeling! President, president!"

Her milk was sweet, but not too sweet, an absolutely delicious flavor.

"A…Akeno…"Rias clenched her fists, how dare this filthy creature do such a thing to her servant!?

"S…such lovely breasts," When Valentine pulled away, a string of white liquid extended from her lips to the Devil's breasts. Then the feeding became something more, as they connected once again, this time with their mouths.

The white-haired girl calmly and carelessly walked forward, and grabbed Valentine by the leg. Without saying a word she effortlessly picked her up, like she was made of straw, threw her into a wall.

Valentine hit the wall hard, sinking to the ground with a soft "oof." Said Jaracara just smirked and stood again, fixing her tie which had crumpled. "Give it to me and I will leave."

Rias smiled coldly, pulling Akeno's clothes up, who seemed to be in a world of despair. She knew it was only temporary. The vampires amber eyes were desperate; she was foolish to believe that Rias would give such a weakling the Grimoire.

"Even if my family still had it…I wouldn't give it to you. But the fact of the matter is we don't have it anymore."

Valentine took this information badly. Terror filled her yellow eyes, and she stumbled back, "No, not possible. I was so close."

"You weren't even a little bit close" Rias replied calmly, which just fueled the woman's despair; she looked over with widened eyes.

"Let me leave and I won't come again, the only reason I came was for the Grimoire. Without it, I have no reason to kill. Murdering three girls wouldn't be avenging my ancestors or my deceased mother, it would just be murder. So let me go, I won't harm anyone on the way out, and I will release the charm I put on the girl."

Rias burst into laughter.

Valentine glared. "What?"

"You think I'll let you walk out of here after killing one of my family's servants, and doing what you just did to another? No, that's just not okay." Valentines eyes widened with shock. Rias knew about the dead servant?

The Jaracara tensed, backing away from the trio of girls. She could probably make a break for the windows if she tried...Or she could try to kill the girl's as she had initially planned. She wanted to avoid that.

"…I just want to go home, and tell my sister the bad news. So please, let me go. If she comes looking for me…no one at this school will survive that is human. She feeds and she leaves no survivors, you may kill her eventually, but I assure you a mass amount of humans would be killed before that happens."

Akeno slowly stood; her legs felt like Jell-O, her breasts were hypersensitive. Valentine met her gaze levelly, eyes glittering with lust.

It seems she thinks my servant is a milk donor, and her pet. I should probably just let her go, she may be weak but she still has a form of the power my Queen does. On the other hand, perhaps I am too kind; I can't let this woman leave. Ria thought, wondering what she should do next. The answer was rather clear. A jaracara was dangerous.

"I swear I will not bother this place-"

"Koneko, kill her," Rias interrupted.

"Yes," The white-haired girl calmly walked towards her, cracking her knuckles.

Valentine clenched her own fists, then grinned. Turning swiftly, she raced towards the broad windows of the classroom and leapt out, shattering the glass as she did so. She did a flip midair before she landed softly on the ground, looking back up at the three girls. She blew a kiss before she raced behind another building, disappearing from sight. Akeno smiled while her master scowled, Koneko was expressionless.

"Interesting," Akeno whispered, cupping her breast in one hand and squeezing hard, she threw her head back, "Very interesting," She repeated as her legs went weak and she hit the floor. Rias kneeled, eyes wide.

"Are you alright Akeno," she whispered, violet eyes met blue.

"Yes, I am fine, though I fear for my future if that woman isn't in it."

"…Akeno…do not fall for the charms of a filthy Jaracara, some of your ancestors were murdered by them," The redhead whispered, "Just keep that in mind. No matter what, do not trust one of those monsters." The black-haired girl just smiled, her cheeks crimson. She gazed down at her breasts. They felt swollen and sensitive. She longed to feel that long forked tongue around them once again, the sharp fangs, the warm hands.

She rubbed her thighs together, "Come on," Rias said hesitantly as she watched her servantZ

"Yes President, I don't…think I can move, my breasts, they are…so sensitive."

"This is the affect a Jaracara has on our kind and Angels, Koneko can you carry her?" The small girl nodded slowly.

Koneko hefted her friend up bridal style, and Akeno smiled weakly. Why…why can't I stop thinking about her mouth, her teeth pulling at my flesh, her tongue around my nipple? The blissful sensation of feeding her…Akeno thought, so very confused.

Xxx

"Missing?" Valentine Hunter had her head low, kneeling in front of the throne in front of her. The woman in front of her was unnaturally attractive, with curves the mythological goddess Aphrodite would envy. She was tall, a couple inches shorter then Valentine, her jet-black hair in curls down to her knees. She was completely naked, her womanhood glistening with need. She was leaning against one arm of the huge throne, her glowing yellow eyes lazy.

"Yes, I nearly had it, but it appears that someone else has stolen it before we got the chance to-" The woman's hand met Valentine's face with so much force a sickening crack filled the air. She screamed in pain, her jaw was snapped!

The bare, beautiful woman laughed mightily, then cocked her head as Valentine slumped, clutching her broken jaw. She was panting; she couldn't believe how much it hurt. "For…give me, Sister, I have failed you again." Tears dripped from her eyes, "I will find it for you, for us."

Her sister smiled, eyes glistening with affection.

"Come here my beloved, feast upon my bosom," Valentine looked up, eyes wide. Her sister's expression left no room for argument.

"Sister…." She stood, walking towards her, still holding her deformed jaw. She moaned as her sister traced her jaw, moving it towards her naked breast. She slowly wrapped her lips around a single, erect nipple. Her sister moaned deeply, arching her back with delight.

"When Jaracaras drink from the breasts of one of their own, it heals any and all wounds, and neutralizes poison. Do you like my breasts, dear sister," But her younger sibling was gone, desperately slurping up the milk that poured from her. She smiled, running her fingers through her hair in encouragement.

Her pussy burned with need, but no, her sister was not yet ready to make love. One day, one day soon they'd become mates, when Valentine's morals crumbled to pieces. Valentine would take her older sister, and bathe in sin.

Then, if and when they acquired the Grimoire, she would rule, with her older sister by her side. That was all she had ever dreamed of even as a little kid, being told lies in her mother's arms. She knew the truth; her father had made sure that the eldest sister of the Hunters knew the truth. The Hunters were nothing but rapists, Jaracara's in general…were nothing but rapists. However, she had hope.

She grew up, hoping to become her sister's lover…she didn't want anyone else. However, foolishly, Valentine often wandered off into the human world. Straying from the sibling that fed her every night, who was ten years her senior.

She had been so jealous of the human whores Valentine feasted upon, even angrier that she spared them, and fed on them later. Then she discovered the reason why she was even in the Human world.

Valentine was trying to find the legendary Grimoire of Honorius. All for her, Valentine wanted her to live in a world where she could be truly happy, treated like royalty.

It became their shared desire, but they both wanted to find it for different reasons.

Valentine clutched the bottom of her breast roughly, tearing at her nipple for a better flow. "Not…so rough! Please, oh yes, just like that," The slurping sounds from below fueled her desire.

She wished for the mouth to be lower, much lower. Her fingers found her lower lips, thrusting deep inside herself. "More sister!" Valentine drank for a few more seconds, the pulled away, cheeks red. She was rubbing her jaw. "I…I am finished…sister."

"Good…girl," She grabbed her younger sister by the hair, and pulled her head against her giant bust. "Now, suckle to sleep."

"But…"

"Suckle to sleep, its okay." Valentine pulled away slightly. Hissing, her older sister grabbed her hair and forced her onto her nipple. "Open!" She hastily obeyed, flushing.

Valentine was shocked but if doing this would make her older sister happy, she would do it. She felt her breath slow once again. When a Jaracara was full and still drank, it made them drowsy, working like a pacifier. She yawned, already exhausted. Slowly, sucking lightly with her elder sisters neon yellow eyes on her… she fell asleep…troubled.