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She watched in awe as he drew her closer and then offered the young girl’s throat like the tantric spoils of war.  “Drink, little one,” rumbled his voice, echoing inside of her head. 

She lowered her mouth to cover the gaping wound in the girl’s delicate neck. Without the slightest revulsion, she began to suckle the blood as it streamed from punctured veins. As she lapped eagerly at the bloody feast, her mind recalled suckling her baby at her breast and she felt her nipples tighten. It was the same sensation, the same peace. It was an eerie semblance to a suckling child and the bond between mother and infant. The bond was different, the emotion unique, but the underlying chemistry felt vaguely the same.

After a moment, she realized she could feel the heartbeat of her conquest. She felt it drumming in her temples, throbbing in her femininity. She felt very nearly as if her hungry mouth would inhale the girl’s soul. Watching the girls body grow limp, she sensed the life slipping from her prize, like the girl was sliding out of a cloak and stepping toward freedom and release. There was none of the sadness one would expect, none of the guilt or stomach wrenching horror at what she had just done. It was as if she had done the girl an incredible honor, or perhaps as if she had given her a great gift.

As the life ebbed from the girl’s body, Becky sensed the soul pass through her as it re-entered the universe. This was an awakening. She realized that there is no death. There is only a continuation of life. A soul merely takes a step from one world into another; the mixing of day into night.

She kissed the girl’s cooling forehead, thanking her for the gift, then turned her eyes to meet her Master’s. She saw the obvious pleasure in his eyes, but behind the twinkle of happiness, she saw a roaring furnace of desire building towards release.

Again feeling paralyzed by some magical spell, she watched as he leaned toward her face. Thinking he was about to kiss her, or possibly rip out her throat, she could not help but feel slightly nervous as his lips reached for her soft skin. She felt the stroke of his tongue and the plumpness of his lips pressing into her and realized he was cleaning the blood from her.