// Catherine //

Hannah looks so vulnerable after Catherine feeds from her. The venom injected into her body leaves her relaxed and euphoric, content to just lie still in the bathtub for a while with Catherine watching her. The puncture wounds in her neck are healing supernaturally quickly, but there’s still a trickle of blood dripping down her body. The way her head is tilted back and to the side, it’s slowly making its way down her chest rather than into the tub. The sight of her like that pulls Catherine in two different directions.

On the one hand, Hannah is beautiful, and Catherine loves her, and this moment is intimate in a way that leaves Catherine wanting more. She remembers how she said that Hannah’s body belongs to her, and burned those words into the girl’s mind as she made her her thrall. She knows that if she asked, Hannah would give her anything she wants.

But that’s exactly why she can’t ask, because Hannah would have no real choice but to say yes. Catherine can’t trust herself to decide what’s best for Hannah either; she was raised to view humans as prey, or at best pets. She keeps catching herself mentally referring to Hannah, a woman a few years older than herself, as the girl because her upbringing primes her to see Hannah as lesser. At best, Catherine can channel her emotions into feeling responsible for Hannah, responsible for taking care of her and for dealing with the consequences of making her into a thrall.

“Is there anything I can do for you? anything you want?”

“Yes, um...” Hannah starts, clearly still drowsy, “um, I wanna kiss you.”

Catherine frowns. “Please don’t just tell me what I wish was true. Even though I know you’d let me, I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

“I’m not...” Hannah pauses and closes her eyes while she thinks. “I know you wouldn’t want me to pretend to want something when I don’t. You’re not taking advantage of me... or maybe you are, but that’s okay, because I’m yours and that’s what I’m for. Even before I was mind-controlled I already wanted to belong to you. And I’m not... complaining, about what we have now. If you just want to be my friend and drink my blood that’s okay too, I don’t want you to feel any obligation to do more if that’s what you want. But me, what I want is to be your girlfriend. And your submissive. And your mind-controlled thrall sex slave. And, yeah, I know I wouldn’t have fallen for you so quickly if not for the mind-control magic, but I did. So, you know, if you have any desire to take advantage of me, you should fucking do it, because I’m yours.”

“Are you sure this is what you really want?” Catherine asks, because she can’t stand the thought of making a mistake and hurting her.

“I am naked in a bathtub and you just drank my blood. You’re not going to make things more exploitative by kissing me.”

Hannah makes a compelling case. Catherine kisses her on the mouth, briefly, with her fangs retracted. Then she moves to Hannah’s neck, licking up the trail of blood she left. Hannah squirms a little as Catherine makes her way down, from her neck to her sternum and in between Hannah’s breasts until she’s gotten every drop. “Would you like to be somewhere more comfortable?”

“Somewhere like a bed?” Hannah’s face is flushed.

“That’s what I was thinking.” Catherine picks her up and starts carrying her towards the bedroom.

“Oh my gods I’m yours.” Hannah smiles like she can’t believe her luck.

“Yes, you’re mine,” Catherine agrees. “My girlfriend?”

“Yes please!”

Catherine knows Hannah wants a confident, commanding partner who can tell her exactly what to do. Unfortunately, Catherine doesn’t actually have any idea what she’s doing.

She places Hannah down on the bed and cuddles up next to her. “I’m sorry that I’m not experienced in these things. I need you to tell me what you want.”

Hannah turns to face her. “It might be easier if I show you,” she says with a confident look Catherine hasn’t seen before.

“Oh my. You’re okay taking the lead like that?”

“Yeah, I know I’m a total sub but I can top if I’m doing it to serve my mistress.”

“Please do.”

“Okay. Step one: it’s not fair that you still have your clothes on. How about I help you fix that...”