NSFW WARNINGS: bathing, masturbation, sexual scratching, blood, exhibitionism, and, as always, incest.

NOTES: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Yes, I am sorry for the long hiatus! My roleplay partner for this fic has had an incredibly tough time of it lately, and her schedule hasn't allowed for much work on this story. Or any at all, to be frank; we barely found time to finish this fifth installment. However, we are both committed to seeing it completed someday!

However, please please please do not take this chapter as meaning the hiatus has been lifted. I want to work on it, I do, but it might not happen immediately. I'll be keeping my fingers as crossed as you are. You'll know as much as I do as soon as I do. With that, please enjoy this bit of... very NSFW fun, and be spoopy!

~ Chapter Five: Full Immersion ~

The Lady Anna let out a heavy yawn as her eyes opened, burying both hands in her messy auburn locks. She looked around blearily, half-expecting to feel Elsa pressed against her. Then she remembered the talk they had about there being a right time and place, and sighed almost regretfully. Despite being a bit groggy from just waking up, she was, for the most part, very well-rested.

In fact, extraordinarily well-rested. That was a bit odd, wasn't it? Given what she had just been through, she expected to feel like she had been through hell and she felt as if she had slept for days.

Then there was a light knock at the door. "Young Miss?" Gerda's voice. It was pitched just low enough that it might not have woken her if she were still in a deep slumber.

"Yes?" Anna asked, nearly a mumble but loud enough to be heard. The door eased open and Gerda's old, thin face peered around it for a moment before she edged inside.

"Glad to see you're finally up and about. Brought you a nip of pomegranate juice, should you care for some." Indeed, she was holding out a crystal goblet for Anna to take.

"Thank you," Anna said, a rush of affection for the older woman making her jump up and embrace her. "Today's gonna be a good day, I just know it – and you started it out great!"

"Going to be?" Gerda asked as she patted a beaming Anna on the shoulder and tried not to spill any juice, then laughing while watching her rush over toward the dresser to pick out her outfit for the day. "It's already half over. Look!" With that, she edged one of the curtains aside to display the sun, already risen to its highest point and now progressing down toward the horizon.

Anna blinked in mild surprise, then laughed, rubbing the back of her head. That did seem to explain her unexpected vivacity. "Well, um, good night, then?" She chewed her bottom lip, practically twitching, eager to see her sister.

A knowing smile graced Gerda's face as she allowed the curtain to fall. "If you're after what I think you're after, you'd do best to go down and have a late lunch, then come and have a hot bath. Elsa won't be rising until it sets completely."

"I'd rather wait to have a bath until Elsa is up, but... I will have something to eat, thank you."

Shrugging, Gerda said "Suit yourself" as she left the glass of juice on the dresser and took her leave, but not before casting a small smile over her shoulder at the overjoyed young lady.

Once downing the juice, Anna practically danced while she did as was suggested. Her hunger was stronger than she had first thought, and she ate until she was stuffed full, then indeed waited to bathe, hoping her sweet sister would join her but willing to cast the idea aside the moment it was refused. After all, she had no way of knowing how quickly or slowly they would adapt to their new "status".

Time chugged by slowly, however, and she found herself pacing outside her sister's door for moments at a time at random. Even knowing that there was no waking her before the sunset, impatience plagued her mind. Oh, it was so very trying! Could she stand it?

~ o ~

When the sun finally dipped just below the horizon, Countess Elsa felt energy begin to flood into her bones, the oppressive weight lifting from her mind. The night was coming, and she was alive once more. Lying still, she allowed a slow, languid smile to spread over her face. Anna's blood was inside her. She had tasted of its richness, and even though she was uncertain as to what their futures held, she had absolutely no regrets for having sampled the godly nectar contained therein. The blood of her sister was somehow everything she had ever thirsted after.

Well, almost everything. Her comely body held more than simply sustenance.

Meanwhile, Anna rushed towards her sister's bedroom when she saw the sun dip down. A grin on her face, she knocked hurriedly on the bedroom door. "Elsa," she called, "are you uh, are you awake?"

Just before Elsa rolled over to look toward the door, she stopped herself. What would Anna do if she didn't reply, but simply laid there? Leaving the smile on her face, she kept perfectly still, listening for Anna's movements outside the door as she cracked her left eye just enough to see without giving herself away.

"Elsa?" Anna called again, a pout making her lips turn downward before she opened the door to her sister's room. There she saw the Countess asleep, mouth parted slightly. "Elsa," she whined, "you promised you'd be up early." Even knowing her sister could not hear her did not stop her from wheedling. She walked closer to the vampire until she was standing over where she lay in bed. She looked so serene, and Anna's chest swelled with affection as she leaned down to grace her sister's mouth with a kiss.

And then she froze about an inch away when she noticed the smile twitching on the lips below hers.

"Blooooood," Elsa wailed in an overly-theatrical voice as she slowly opened her eyes to gaze up at Anna. "Must have... blooood!"

Anna let out a giggle-snort, then blushed as the sound escaped her before tackling her sister to the bed. "I'll give you blood!"

Wrapping her arms firmly around Anna, Elsa grinned into her hair as she breathed in the light-yet-musky aroma of the girl. "You already have. Do you know how phenomenal I feel right now? I could climb the castle from bottom to top!"

"I have no doubt you could do that any day," Anna said as she gave her sister a look before kissing her lightly. "I'm also feeling pretty refreshed, though I'm not sure why. I couldn't wait for you to wake up."

"Really?" Elsa drew back and tucked Anna's hair behind her ear, but it was apparent she was actually examining her face. "You do look flushed and energetic. That can happen; it's a benefit you gain from the transfer. Of course, you have to sacrifice nearly a full day of sleep to get it, but..."

"If I get to be up and awake with you like this, I don't care how much of a day's sleep I have to sacrifice."

Then she snuggled into her sister, wrapping her arms around her cold frame. Immediately upon feeling Anna's form press flush with her own, Elsa felt life course through her veins. This had been what she was resisting from the moment Anna made her feelings clear. However, they had taken the first steps down a slippery slope, and very soon they would both be plummeting to their fates unless one of them put a stop to it. And Elsa no longer had the heart to try.

"Mmhh... so, my little Annie-Candy. What might we do tonight, if it please you to say?"

At the husky, almost teasing tone in her sister's voice, Anna looked down to see eyes glittering with desire. Not for blood this time, either. She shifted, blushing as she wondered if perhaps this would be the time. Tracing a pale cheek with her fingers, she somehow kept herself from stammering as she teased, "I can come up with a few... activities..."

"Can you?" Elsa asked as she passed her hand along the back of Anna's gossamer nightgown, her hand pausing atop the gentle curve of her bum. "List these activities of yours."

"I dare not say them out loud," Anna whispered very softly in her sibling's ear. At the end of that statement, she gave the soft curve of Elsa's ear a nibble, letting her tongue flick out gently. Both of the Countess's eyelids began to slide closed at the feeling of a teasing mouth on her ear, and she arched her body up and against the one hovering above her own, rustling her sheets and fluttering her stomach. A quiet moan escaped her throat, controlled to be enticing but not gratuitous.

Hearing her sister's moans nearly brought Anna's heart to a standstill. She began a slow descent, nibbling and kissing her way down her companion's cheek and throat, playfully nibbling at the skin she found, running warm lips along the pale surface, tugging at it very lightly. It tasted and smelled delicious; salty yet sweet, like pastry. Teeth just barely bit before rolling her tongue out. She only pulled away once a beautiful, red mark was blossoming.

"Now you're mine, too," she purred, gazing at her sister through darkened eyes.

The possessiveness in her tone thrilled Elsa in a way she couldn't describe. Anna was taking control. Obviously, she knew that it was a pretense; with her enhanced speed and strength, Elsa could deny her claim and Anna would be powerless to stop it... however, there was a temptation she couldn't shake. Perhaps she wanted Anna to take ownership of her.

Returning the gaze, she whispered, "Is that why you're marking me as your territory?"

"Mmm," Anna intoned against Elsa's skin, placing another warm kiss upon it. The sounds she was creating, the flustered, sweltering gaze her sister was casting her way, it was all magic. She placed a hand on Elsa's breast, then hesitated, blushing as she stammered, "I want to m-make sure this is okay. With you."

"Don't you think I would have stopped you if it weren't?" Despite her calm words, it was impossible for her not to react to the touch on her chest. Her breath came faster – breath she could hold indefinitely except that would make it far more difficult for her to move. "Mmmh... are you sure you've never... been with a woman before, fair sister?"

"I'm quite sure," Anna whispered, embarrassed yet pleased with the comment. She felt the soft, pliable flesh that was in her hand slowly give. Perhaps she wasn't doing it right, but she wanted to touch her more than anything. Beneath her fingers she felt something harden, something familiar, and her face burned even more. "You... you're cold, aren't you?" she asked, regarding the state of her sister's body, wondering if perhaps Anna had been the one to cause this.

"Pay it no mind; I don't feel overly cold, Anna." This may have been a little white lie, but she was unwilling to admit the truth of the matter aloud. "Quite the opposite... though I can see how it would not seem so to you." Trailing her hands further down, she then began to pull the nightgown up an inch at a time until she was sure the cool air of her room would begin to caress the girl's legs.

Anna felt her body shiver at the potential in that action. "I want you to touch me," she pleaded quietly, reaching down and guiding her sister's hands with hers, sliding them under her nightgown, pressing the cold skin against her warm. "If you want me laid bare, I'm sure I could arrange that for you."

A slow smile curled at the corner of her lips as she stared up into Anna's eyes, half-living heart strained to bursting. "You... you are so irresistible." As she trailed her fingertips up the smooth thighs, she whispered, "Anna, I want you to do me a favour."

"Anything for you, lovely," Anna murmured, eyes closing slightly as she felt her sister's gentle touch. The feeling was enough to send tingles down her spine, and she shifted unconsciously, attempting to get more direct contact. Elsa leaned up and pressed her lips against Anna's ear as she whispered two words:

"Bite me."

Anna recoiled as if she had been shocked, the words making her stomach do flips. "B... bite you? Me?"

"You already marked me. I'm asking you to mark me more." With a slight smile, the Countess slid the sheets down from her chin to reveal bare shoulders and collarbone, tilting her head slightly to her right. "Not in the manner I bite you, of course, but... I think I should enjoy that."

It was impossible to keep her eyes from wandering all along Elsa's skin. Rooted to the spot, she could not resist the sudden appeal in the gracious, only slightly-blemished flesh on her sister's throat. She slipped downward, drawing her mouth towards it, placing a loving kiss on the skin before nibbling lightly, closing her eyes.

"Do you want me... to draw blood, Sister?"

"You may do... whatever you desire," Elsa said in a shaky voice as one of her hands came up to rest gently against the crown of her sister's head. Such a small foretaste, yet it felt divine! Licking her own lips, she continued, "But I shouldn't think the taste of my blood would please you. It will be somewhat bitter compared with yours, for example."

"I would not, of course, drink it," Anna half-laughed. With a soft, tiny sigh, she began to nibble on the Countess's skin. Every so often, she let her tongue flick out to taste, and even when a tiny bruise appeared, she did not stop her ministrations. Instead, she slowly sank the tips of her teeth in, not very deep, cautiously, feeling a sudden flare between her thighs. She wanted to be like Elsa at that moment. The power to drink of her essence, taste Elsa's very core.

The gasp that burst from the throat of the woman below Lady Anna was almost offensive in its desire. If she knew how deeply stimulating her actions were, perhaps she would have behaved differently. Then again, perhaps not. Pale fingertips trailed upward to press against her sister's undergarment, feeling the heat pouring forth from underneath and shivering when it dawned on her what it would mean. Yes, the scent was already beginning to pervade the air: arousal, thick and heavy despite how freshly-released. So much, so soon?

A soft, purr-like noise escaped Anna as her hips moved unconsciously, bucking against the hand so near her nethers. She whimpered slightly as she bit deeper, stopping when she thought it could possibly cause a wound.

"I can see the appeal," she groaned longingly. "In being a vampire."

"Perhaps, sister. But that is not the fate I wish for you." Momentarily, her hand tightened in the ginger locks to tug at the follicles even as the other hand continued to press gently against her centre. "You are to remain my very... human companion. Do we understand each other?"

At the tone in her voice, Anna halted her movements, although it pained her to do so. She let out a low whine as she jerked, unbidden. There was an eager, hungry look in her eyes. "Sister... th-that is possible then? The books did not speak of turning humans, but if-"

In an instant, both Elsa and Anna were standing on top of the bed. To be more accurate, Elsa was standing; Anna was dangling from her neck, slippers skimming the top of the mattress and the sheet laying across it, eyes wide in alarm.

"You will put that out of your mind immediately, Anna. This fate is not yours. It will not be yours. You will not become a demon."

"It's... my decision, isn't it?" Anna rasped after a moment, hardening her gaze and voice, and letting herself slip to the bed once Elsa had released her. She shuddered as she felt her sister's reproachful stare. It felt like that stare held the weight of the world, slowly crushing her, and she could not bring herself to meet those blazing eyes. Instead, she found interest in her sister's legs, trailing her fingers along them. "If I find Father, I'm sure he would change me, even if you did not..."

"No, Anna." Though she felt her head filling with fog at the attentions of the younger girl, she forced herself to keep talking. "You m-mustn't. We do not even know if Father is alive, but if he is... I don't..." Clearing her throat, she again allowed her hand to brush over Anna's hair. "Please do not make me be more firm about this. For you, I would do anything... except allow that to happen."

"Be more firm, huh?" Now, Anna was curious about what it would be like to have Elsa be "firm" with her, but she decided to file that away for later; pressing the point would likely only further displease her countess. Tongue between her teeth, she got to her feet and forced her eyes to meet her sister's. "I still think it's a good idea. Vampires live well past normal human age; maybe not forever, but longer than humans. What will you do when I die and you're here, alone? Or was that book, perhaps, inaccurate?"

Though that thought made Elsa sad and forlorn, she buried it deep; those years would be far off from the present time. "No, you are correct. One day you would be gone to your final rest. However, there would be no rest for me; only eternal torment, if the church is to be believed." Her voice sounded constricted as she brought both hands up to cup either side of the freckled face inches from her own. "Please do not hurt me in that way. Do not make me watch you go through what I've gone through."

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this," Anna mumbled, covering the Countess's mouth with her own, pressing them together lovingly. "You're upset. Relax. Nothing's happening."

It seemed such simple words were enough to melt Elsa's rapidly-frosting mood, and she returned the kiss readily, needily. The thought of losing the Anna she adored to whatever she might become after that ghastly process was more than she could bear.

Only then, while their lips were tangling with each other, did she notice the wind caressing so much of her skin. This day, she had chosen to slumber in naught but her black silk pantellettes. Smiling shyly, she pulled back from their embrace to whisper, "It seems... you've coaxed me to expose more than I meant to, Sister."

"Holy Allfather," Anna breathed appreciatively as she drew her hands down the pale body before her, eyes drinking in everything, mind full of wool and heat. "It would be a sin for you to deprive me of such a sight." She kissed the woman's shoulder, gripping her hands, and drawing her back down until the vampire was on top of her. "Even more of a sin to show me, though..." she trailed off, rubbing the back of her head. She must look like a fool with her tomato-crimson face.

A smile tugged at the corner of Elsa's mouth as she braced herself above her sister. "How is it I'm the one wearing naught but pantellettes and your face is flushed? That seems... incongruous." Then she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the bottom lip below, shivering as she sampled its sweet and subtle flavour.

"A body like yours could make even the most experienced concubine blush," Anna said with a small smile, "but I'm sure you know that." Turning away slightly, she added, "To tease me with just that would be too cruel. Even for you."

"Perhaps you were right," she sighed against the lips now too far out of range. "We should have kept that habit."

"Hmm. Now that I think of it, perhaps you would have liked that too much." She let out a loving sigh, pressing her face gently against her sister's bosom. "Or both of us would have."

Elsa held extremely still. This was something she had somehow not expected: Anna's face pressed against her bare chest. It was deliciously tantillising, endlessly thrilling. Unbidden, she felt her hands holding the head there, a small sigh of contentment puffing out of her. "Mmm... Anna, you're so warm..."

A soft kiss graced Elsa's belly button before she began to work her mouth down the silken skin, reaching her pantallettes. She hesitated for a very long moment, kissing along the hem. It was nervousness; she had never been so near another person like this, regardless of who they were, and her heart was racing. She looked up at Elsa, unsure as she drew her hands up, loosening the ties.

"Ooh," Elsa let out shakily as she felt the attentions, felt her silk undergarment being undone. Conflict welled within her; she wanted more, but was so unaccustomed to allowing anyone this close. Only Anna could have cut through those defenses like a white-hot blade singing through leather armour. Her stomach flexed away from the contact of the lips as her hips rolled forward. "Your actions are so bold tonight. Are you sure you aren't the elder sister?"

"You pleasure me with your teeth alone," Anna responded shortly, hiding her face against the stomach in embarrassment as she moved to draw the material down her sister's legs. "I figure I should pay you back."

Buzzing filled her head. In seconds, Anna would expose her to the air. Was she sure this was what she wanted? Were either of them? Once they turned this corner, there would be no stopping, no second-guessing.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Miss Anna? Are you in there?"

Anna was so startled that her heart nearly burst out of her chest, and she shrieked before quickly silencing herself, eyes saucer-wide. She had forgotten that there were people in this castle other than the two of them.

"Y...Yes, I'm here!" she called, the sound hoarse.

Elsa was literally completely still on top of Anna. Unnaturally so. As they hung there, the voice of Gerda called again, "Your bath has been drawn, my dear. You said something to the effect of waiting for the Countess, so I assumed the both of you were in there?"

"Oh, um, yes. Th-thank you, I'll be out momentarily! No need to linger any longer than necessary," Anna added nervously, giving her sister a nudge, muttering for some help under her breath. If she knew Gerda, that woman could probably tell something was up already and she would not leave until they were both in the bath. Meanwhile, Anna had something she wanted to finish...

Once nudged, Elsa cleared her throat and called out, "Y-yes! And I'll accompany her, so you needn't assist her with dressing afterward."

"Alright, then, Miss and Countess!" Gerda called through the door, obviously pleased. "And I must say it's lovely to hear the two of you getting on again!"

"She has no idea," Anna purred quietly once the footsteps had faded out of earshot, stifling a giggle.

"You're quite awful," Elsa teased as she retied the strings of her pantallettes. "I'll just find a gown and a robe and join you, shall I?"

"Well... okay." Anna reluctantly let her sister go and stood, casting a longing look in her direction. "I expect to see you soon, then." She ran her fingers along her sister's arm as she slipped out the door and away, righting her nightgown and giving a tiny wave, a blush on her cheeks. Perhaps everything was not ruined, after all.

~ o ~

Being that the Countess was mistress of the entire castle, no lock was closed to her. Therefore, she simply let herself into the dressing room and crossed to the door which lead into their bathing chamber, rapping on the wood sharply.

"Sister? Are you in there?"

Anna was already in the bath, body slick as she rose from the heated waters, brushing her soaked auburn hair from her face. For a gleeful moment, she bounced excitedly in the spot before forcing herself and her body to calm down.

"Come in, lovely," she called, fanning herself in an attempt to gain composure.

The door creaked open and Elsa leaned in cautiously. Her hair was still down, though brushed through, and a shift and robe were over her frame. Her slippered feet would have made little enough noise even without her being so light of step. However, when she saw Anna's nude torso, she blanched and turned back to the door as if to leave.

"Don't," Anna whined at her sister's hasty retreat. "Join me; the water is wonderful!" Inwardly, she smiled at the reaction she had received.

"Yes," Elsa sighed, hand on the knob. "I know that was my purpose in coming here. It was simply my gut reaction, given that we nearly..." Clearing her throat, she turned and strode to the side of the tub as her arms fell behind her and her shoulders rolled, sending the robe to the floor. "I'm not in need of a bath at present. However, I thought I might scrub your back."

"Oh Elsa," Anna murmured as she gazed upon her sister's form. The shift left little to the imagination, and she found herself speechless despite having already seen her in fewer clothes less than an hour previously. Then, as words registered in her brain, she spoke up, sputtering, "Right! Bath, uh, backs, washing... let's do that." She nodded again, turning her eyes away so she could actually think.

A low chuckle floated from Elsa's throat as she stepped from her slippers and crossed to take up the small stool in the corner. "Anna, you're giddy as a schoolgirl. Methinks the heat has gone to your head already." As she set the stool next to the tub and seated herself upon it in the same motion, she leaned slightly closer to Anna - and took the opportunity to whisper, "Would you rather I start with your front?"

The sensual, teasing tone in her sister's voice made Anna shudder lightly. "Start wherever it pleases you," she answered weakly, mind swimming with a rush of thoughts. Perhaps the heat had gone to her head.

"Nonsense," she tittered, genuinely amused by the combination of desire and awkwardness Lady Anna was somehow balancing with the greatest of ease. "Turn around and I'll get your back."

Anna hastily did so, causing a wave of moisture to rise and slosh over the side of the rub, and then giggled. "Sorry I, uh, I'm making quite a mess." She pulled her wet hair to the front of her shoulder, baring her pale back speckled with a light spray of ruddy spots.

Now that all other distractions were removed, Elsa could not avoid thinking about the nude back before her. Anna's back. Every tiny freckle of darker skin made her desire grow - desire, not hunger. Anna's blood really had sated her more than she could have imagined. However, her body desired other things.

"Indeed," she began in a husky voice as her hand trailed through the water to Anna's side, right before raising to brush from the nape of her neck to between her shoulder blades. "Such a mess."

Anna giggled breathlessly, a wonderful layer of goosebumps coating her skin at the sensation of Elsa's hand and breath on her flesh. She let out a pitiful noise, leaning back into the hand that so lightly teased and caressed her. "Elsa, I believe you should, uh, start washing, yes?"

"Hmm, right." Reaching to the ledge above the marble bathtub, the Countess took up a cake of soap and a cloth. It was almost sacrilege for her to do servant's work, but this was no mere person she was doing it for - this was her precious sister. Dipping the cloth into the water, she then gently began to coat it in the lye as she remarked, "You'll have to tell me if I'm doing this properly. It's been decades since we bathed together, and even then Mother mostly did the actual washing part."

"I'll tell you," she responded eagerly, yet shyly at the same time. "Don't worry, it seems fairly easy." She sunk forward into the water a bit more, curling so less of her light skin was on display and ready to be washed. Elsa's soapy hand latched onto Anna's ear and tugged upward gently as its owner laughed.

"Ah, ah, ah. Can't wash what's underwater, now, can I?"

Blushing, Anna sunk below the water, making little bubbles with her mouth. "It's embarrassing," she mumbled even as she bared her back, rising a bit.

"Better." Elsa suspected that Anna was now feeling shy about her body being the exposed one, so she resisted the strong temptation to tease her any further and simply began gliding the soapy cloth along the smooth expanse of back before her, marvelling at the way the suds slowly began to drip down along its contours.

Anna bit into her bottom lip, letting out a soft, longing noise. She pressed back into the cloth that caressed her. There was something about being washed by another that made the heat go beyond skin-deep, soothing every tense muscle in her back. Or perhaps it was because she knew what cold, wonderfully soft hands lay behind that cloth.

The Countess took her time, washing all the way down her back until she began to skim the surface of the water. Pleased sighs emerged from Anna every few moments, a dull, warm smile on her lips. Tingles of pleasure were cascading across every inch of her, and the only thing she disliked about the situation was that she didn't get to feel Elsa's skin, didn't get to wash it as well. Then Elsa traced back up and over the upper arms, raising them slightly with the other hand when necessary to dip underneath. The soft skin there was tantallisingly close to her breasts, but she forced this thought away and continued tending to the young lady's ablutions.

Anna bit her lip as her sister drew close to her chest, then slid away as if they had never been there. Regardless, the heat she left behind made her sure Elsa had been teasing there intentionally.

"If..." Elsa paused, as if trying to divine Anna's mood by merely giving enough pause before speaking. "...you wouldn't be opposed... I could wash lower. On your back, I mean. But in order to do that, you must be... higher."

"How high do you think I can go, sister?" Anna asked quietly. If she rose any higher, her sister would see... she swallowed nervously, embarrassed, as she shifted upward.

With a slight smile, Elsa's hand drifted gently over her lower back, watching ripples move outward from the very top of her backside where it broke the surface of the water, reacting with the lye. Her motions grew increasingly slow and torturing as she watched the skin stretch and move under her will. Finally, she suppressed a laugh as she prompted, "You can go higher still, I'd wager."

Anna hmmphed, face closely resembling a beetroot. "You are washing my back. I should think being this is high is sufficient enough to do that, isn't it?" Part of her wanted to rise. To let her sister see what she'd made Anna feel.

"Well, I'm offering to wash more than your back. However, it is up to you whether you are prepared for that or not."

The ability to speak failed Anna, as if she had swallowed her tongue. Letting out a tiny squeak, she rasped, "More than my back?"

"Wherever you might want me to wash."

She rose more, allowing her sister a full view of herself. "I w-would like that very much," she stammered out.

The Countess gazed down along the gorgeous bare rump of her sister in all its fullness. Two flawless spheres. Her other hand reached out instinctively to grip one hard, but she drew it back before it made contact. "As would I," she breathed while gliding the cloth down and across them, scrubbing in tiny, lazy circles. The way the skin dimpled and moved thrilled her in a way she could not explain.

Anna shifted impatiently, her eyes closing. The rag felt good across her skin; a mixture of rough material and soft... the roughness of it, even with her sister rubbing so gently, brought shallow, tiny gasps from her throat. With every rub, her hips swayed back a little more, her body desperate for more. Her sister had to know what she was doing to her; that cloth, that hand was so very close to where they needed it to be.

Smirking to herself, Elsa laid the cloth aside and dipped her hands into the water, cupping them and raising them to allow it to roll down her back and wash the suds back into the basin. "Sorry, it's just good to clear this away occasionally."

"S-sister," Anna whimpered, "Please... wash just... a little further down?" A hot tug in her belly forced yet more colour into her cheeks. "I don't care about... about the suds."

"Very well." Elsa took up the cloth again and started washing along the underside of her pert cheeks... but as she did so, she leaned up and left a gentle kiss between her shoulderblades.

Both motions sent a dual sensation throughout her body, and she shuddered, feeling completely loved at that moment. The lips were cold and soft. The cloth, hot and rough. A wondrous contrast.

"I love you," she moaned aloud, "I love you so very much, but if you don't put that hand where I want it... w-where I need it, then I'll... do something about it," she finished pathetically.

"Oh? What will you do?" To prove her point, the Countess allowed the cloth to dip down and rest at the cross-shaped juncture of hindspheres and thighs, just hovering there, so close and yet not quite at the goal.

"I... I'll take care of it myself, then." Anna's hand snaked down and she let out an agonized groan as her fingers feathered over her swollen flesh; it was almost painful, and she bit into her bottom lip to blot out the intensity. So close. The thought repeated it in her mind over and over until she was sure she was going to be driven crazy. Just a little more.

"Elsa," she whined throatily.

That silenced the Countess quite effortlessly. Stunned, she knelt there and goggled at the back of Anna's head, eyes flicking down to the twitching thighs as Anna pleasured her own body in her presence. This was beyond belief. The scent of it was already stoking Elsa's fires, but she forced herself to whisper, "Are... Anna, you- is this really what you want? With me here?"

"Yes," she moaned, nodding her head, "I want you to... do it for me, but if you will not... what choice do you leave me?" Was it really so shocking to her sister? How much she desired her? Once her sister offered to join her in the bath, surely she knew this was an inevitability, knew why Anna wanted her to come.

Lips glided down the center of her back smoothly, nostrils inhaling more deeply of the pungent odour of need coming from Lady Anna in waves. Elsa whispered somewhere near her tailbone, "What shall you do... if I do nothing? Will you debase yourself right in front of me like this? That is most shameful, Anna. What would the women of the cloth think when you return to them, knowing you have done this thing?"

"R... return to them? Who said anything about returning to them?" she asked, equal parts horrified and amused. "And yes, I could... explore myself before you. Knowing your eyes are on me, it brings a pleasure of its own. It makes my knees weak, and my loins ache... do not tease me so much, Sister! Pleasure me or do not, either way I will satisfy this... hunger!"

"Perhaps that's what I wanted all along: for you to defile your own body. That way, when you become my slave..." Here, her other hand stabbed a fingernail against her back flesh and trailed it slowly up toward her neck, leaving behind a thin red line. "When you become completely powerless to your own lust and my ability to both quench it and stoke the bonfire higher, you will have no one to blame but yourself."

Anna held her breath. Her sister's hand did not go where she desired it, but her eyes did. And that was enough. She shakily brought her fingers along her aching core, sliding slowly between her slick folds. She shuddered and let out a moan. "T-tell me what to do, I... I do not know how!"

"You'll know, Anna." Flipping her hand over, Elsa dug in with all four fingernails and raked it down Anna's back. This time, the lines were thicker, and redder. Blood welled along them. "Mmm... describe what you're doing, my dear. I smell it, I sense it, but I want to hear it from your lips."

The pain made her briefly see white, and she bit into her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. Her sister's nails could only be described as delicious. She entered herself with a moan, squeezing around her own finger, running her thumb along the aching flesh above it. "It hurts," she informed the woman causing her such agony. "It feels... good. The pain is good, I don't understand..." She struggled to get words out, to remember how to use them to convey what she was experiencing. "The tip is in, and it's..." she trailed off, biting her lip again.

Heat shot down into Elsa's core, more than she typically felt. Panting slightly, she began to caress her sensitive backside as she watched Anna move, listened to the quiet squelching sound her fingers were making. "Have you really? Marvellous. More, Anna. More."

Anna struggled to continue, wanting to throw herself down and beg her sister for release, but instead she took strength from the older woman's words. With a gasp, more a sigh than anything, she began to move inside herself more. "I-It's tight," she whispered breathlessly. "My first time doing this, so it is difficult to uh, move. My finger, I mean." She grazed a thumb against the throbbing flesh above her innocence. Pleasure went through her, and she let out a groan.

"That's good," Elsa nearly growled as she cleaned Anna's hindquarters harder and harder. The scent of her arousal was growing stronger, filling her lungs and her mind. It was both sweet nectar and deadly poison, drawing her farther and farther away from the "safe" activity she had thought they might engage in.

Then again, she had known all along this was not safe. That Anna would not let it stay safe. Reaching around to press her hand against Anna's soft stomach, she trailed her tongue up along one of the scratches, drinking in the tiny vestiges of blood. No sense in wasting it. Then, voice huskier than usual, she asked, "How is it, sister?"

Anna took her sister's hand with her free one, sliding the pale fingers up her stomach and to her naked breast. Her nipples tingled under the touch, even one so light.

Flushed, Anna pouted, "You know what I am asking; don't play pretend, Elsa... I know that you can smell how much I need you."

A thought occurred to her then. Earlier, they had begun the steps that led to making love before they had been interrupted. Oddly enough, Elsa had looked relieved. Anna had thought perhaps the Countless was grateful because Gerda had suspected nothing out of place. But what if Elsa had been relieved that she did not have to touch Anna?

The fear that Elsa was only interested in her blood rose again, and she bowed her head, suddenly guilty. Yet still painfully aroused.

Though Elsa felt the change in her posture, she was not a literal clairvoyant. Her mind could not see into her sister's. Assuming she was merely hesitant to continue in front of her, she raised up to press her body against the back of Anna's, the fabric of her own shift clinging to the damp, soapy skin.

"Anna, it's alright. I know you've wanted this for some time... and I've craved to see how you might know yourself." Now her other hand moved to grip her stomach where the first had been before being forcibly relocated to her chest. To that end, her fingertips began to knead the tiny mound very slightly. "But if you truly wish to stop, you need only say the word. I think that would be a great shame, however."

Anna let out a nervous giggle as she felt Elsa's bust press against her back; even clothed, it felt nice. She didn't want to do this, it made her anxious somehow, but she could hear the lust in her sister's tone. If only Elsa's hand would just go a little bit lower...

She shuddered as she pressed her thumb against her clitoris, again the pleasure of it nearly making her knees buckle. Her body pressed back against the other girl, fumbling with her sensitive bundle of nerves and trying to pump her finger inside herself at the same time. Her wrist was becoming a bit sore, she adjusted her fingers.

Now her legs threatened to vanish from beneath her weight. She needed to hold on to something, for fear of falling. She had curled her fingers inside and something had happened. Something that felt so good. She put more pressure on her swollen nub as she curled her fingertips again, nearly overwhelmed by the feel of the one inside...

"Something feels really good," she whispered, "and... and above."

When she felt Anna's body trembling, the Countess whispered, "I've got you, my sister. Don't worry about falling. Explore yourself and do what comes naturally; I'm right here." Then she began to glide her lips up and down Anna's neck; the blood called to her but it was quiet, muted. Sensing its nearness and holding the sparse traces on her tongue was enough for now.

That, and the sounds coming from below them. Such wet sounds as she had never heard before! Part of her heart still hated that she was bearing witness to this event in her own dear sibling's life, but it could no longer be helped; Anna had chosen this of her own free will. All she could do was shepherd her into this new, twisted life of theirs with a steady hand and a compassionate heart.

Feeling more secure now, Anna directed more attention on the blisteringly hot mess between her thighs. She was mad to take such pleasure from something so wrong. Taking pleasure before her sister's very eyes. She moved Elsa's hand down, not to the point of touching, just above her pulsating sex. It was enough. Something was coming... her belly was getting hotter and hotter by the second.

The sensations were terrifying, electrifying, and so pleasurable at the same time. She shuddered almost violently, thumb jerking against her clit in a sick rhythm, two fingers pumping into her tunnel...

"S...something is happening!"

"Don't fight it!" Elsa commanded, feeling her own heat swell. She would not be partaking, of course; this moment was for Anna and Anna alone. But despite her misgivings, she would relish this memory. Savour the feeling of her fingertips amongst the thatch of auburn hairs, the sights and sounds. "Let the climax take you, let it wash over your body. Give yourself fully over to this and it will only reward you."

Comforted and anchored by the words spoken to her, Anna did as told. A moment passed, and then it was if something was erupting inside of her. She couldn't continue to stand, and she let out a sob of pleasure as her orgasm tore through her, squeezing Elsa's hand, hips jerking desperately. Her entire body tingled.

The sheer sounds and smells cut through to Elsa's heart; this was the sealing of a pact between them. Even though it had been building for some time, though they had already agreed to things verbally, her being in Anna's presence when she experienced the female orgasm for the first time was not something that could ever be undone. This right of passage had been in company.

"There, there," she began to whisper as her sister's limbs still spasmed, as she moaned and shrieked. "I'm sure that was frightening, but you're fine, aren't you? Better than fine."

Anna panted with exertion, and leaned into her sister, suddenly exhausted. Her climax had been powerful, wonderful. She had never known such pleasure before.

Her legs were jelly.

"Much better than fine, Elsa," she murmured, cheeks flushed from her pleasure. She swung her arms around her sisters neck as she turned, mouth parted, seeking a kiss.

One which Elsa returned. Reluctantly, yes, but with great relish once she had felt lips upon her lips. Her mind was filled with every sensation, with the wetness of forearms, the gentle press of hardened peaks into the front of her gown. Her own hands slipped over Anna's back as she held her close, breathing her deep.

Anna pulled away after a moment, breathless. She traced her fingers along the beautifully sculpted structure of her sister's face, clear eyes staring into those beautiful blues. But her heart pinched. She had felt that reluctance, felt that... disgust her sister felt. Not towards Anna, of course; that much she knew. But sensing that Elsa was even slightly unwilling still hurt.

"F-forgive me, sister," she whispered, throat tight. "If you do not want... us... we don't have to continue this." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, waiting for the rejection. Elsa said she wanted her, but perhaps she wasn't ready, perhaps she never would be.

"That ship has sailed," Elsa told her firmly. "Only a fool would come as far as we have to then turn back in the eleventh hour. I only regret..." When one of Anna's eyes opened expectantly, she went on. "Not this, exactly. However, perhaps I did you a grave injustice in keeping you cooped up here in this castle. Yes, you were free to venture into the village, but without any regular contact from me, or encouragement to seek a mate outside these walls, it seems I've made them... unappealing. If that's the case, then I have no one to blame other than myself for this warping of our relationship."

Anna shook her head, "Elsa, you did not 'coop me up' in here. In fact, I snuck out quite a lot." She stuck her tongue out, a small smile on her face. "Well, not really a lot... the point is, I never truly wanted to leave, Elsa. I'm sure if I wanted to, I could have."

Only now, when Elsa drew back to look at Anna's mischievous little smile, did she seem to relinquish all of her misgivings. Perhaps not forever, but at least for the moment. "You are... everything I've ever wanted, and you were hiding here under my nose all the while, Annie-Candy. It's almost like a sad joke." Then she kissed her briefly again before drawing back. "Right. Should you like me to finish your washing up now that you've satisfied... other matters?"

Anna giggled, and nodded. "Of course.." Her nose scrunched up and she turned her back to her sister, sighing. "What about your... needs, though?"

"I don't have any." When she felt Anna's back go rigid in surprise under her hands as they began to scrub at her again, she laughed. "Didn't think you would accept that readily. The truth is, I rarely allow myself to be touched. My play with the local maidens has always been me exploring their depths; treating myself to a dual 'feast', as it were. My own urges rarely grow so strong that I require sating them."

Anna hmmphed, annoyed. Did that mean she gave those maidens pleasure? Or did she mean she quenched both her arousal and her bloodthirst when she drank? Surely it was the second. However, her voice betrayed her as she cooed with delight. The feeling of being scrubbed clean after being so lewd was strangely satisfying.

"Do you prefer not to be touched? I would like to one day." Squirming happily, she giggled, "Just a little nibble."

Leaning forward to scrub over Anna's stomach, Elsa purred into her ear, "For you, I would make an exception." Then she drew back an inch or two. "But not tonight. We've been working toward this so long, I still want to take my time with you. Rather than erratically devouring you and you me, as I did with the townswomen, I want to... capture each moment, one at a time. Preserve them in amber. Keepsakes."

Then she stood and took up the bottle of recently-boiled shampoo that had been left for them and returned to Anna's side. "If you'd be so kind as to dip your hair into the water for me?"

Beaming at the knowledge Elsa would let Anna touch her, she did as told. She soaked her ginger locks and upper torso, and playfully splashed a bit on her sister.

"There," she grinned again, "how's this?"

Pursing her lips, she reached a hand into the water and flicked the tiniest amount back at the younger sibling. "You're ridiculous." Then she poured the lye carefully into her hair, set the bottle down and began lathering her. "So... how earnestly do you wish to have a 'little nibble' of me?"

"Quite earnestly," she responded with a giggle, not revealing how much at all. "Why do you want to know?"

"Just a question, nothing more." Her fingertips began to work more slowly at Anna's scalp, pressing in slightly. "Have you thought about it before tonight?"

Anna let out a soft moan, not sexual in the least. Her sister was good with her hands... "Perhaps I have," she admitted, eyes closed.

"Hmmmm," Elsa murmured. The sounds were still quite intoxicating to her, even knowing that they were merely from the pleasure assailing the sensitive skin atop her head. "Describe what you imagined. Humour me."

Anna sighed playfully, "Well, if I must. You are awfully enthralled by this, dear sister. What I imagined is quite simple: I picture myself biting deep into that porcelain, soft throat as you take your pleasure on my hand." Her eyes twinkled, face reddening. "Hmm... perhaps I was supposed to be the vampire..." Her voice was softer now, some of her courage dissipating.

"Your hand is quite skilled, to know its way around both of our pleasures." After letting Anna's face glow for a few minutes, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against one of her cheeks. "We shall see. Did my questions bother you?"

"Not in the least," Anna assured her with a shake of her head, smiling at the brush of the Countess' soft lips. "Why would they?"

Elsa shrugged as she began to run her fingers the length of the red hair between them, massaging in the soap. "Suppose it's quite the change, you openly admitting your every desire after nearly joining a convent." Then she patted her shoulder briefly. "Lean back to rinse."

"You're the one who told me to come back with you," she shot back in annoyance while leaning back. "I can still change my mind," she muttered.

Both of the pale hands raised the water to cascade down along the sides of Anna's head, rinsing the soap clear. Once she was clean, Elsa raised her up, then spun her around, pulling her face up and closer to her own by the chin.

"You knew your heart was not in the action."

Anna felt a flash of anger, but shoved it away because the words were true. "Whether my heart was in it is irrelevant. I needed it, but you convinced me to come back. You took responsibility for me." She captured her sister's mouth in a crushing kiss for just a moment, swallowing. "Got that, know-it-all? You said I was all yours. Was there meaning to that, or were they simply words spouted while consumed by your blood thirst?"

"Very... true," Elsa panted following the kiss. It reminded her just how tenuous her grip on both her position of power and self-control were. "I was only teasing you, and will not do so again should you request it. However... I believe you enjoy being teased."

Anna loved the feeling of her sister's mouth, so soft... so sweet. "I do enjoy it. I simply cannot stand how calm you are all the time, other than when feeding! You have complete control of your emotions, while I'm the opposite. It makes me feel lost, less than you and more like... a child."

"You're lost, little girl," Elsa murmured in a quietly rumbling voice. "You were lost the moment we understood you belonged to me. But I do see you as my equal, despite me finding myself in the position of responsibility. An odd little paradox." Fingertips running through the hair at her temple, Elsa drew back and took up the towel, holding it open for Anna to step into. "If you're through in there, I want you to be dried and into clothes before you catch your death. We both know how chill this old stone hovel can be."

Anna rose, body dripping, shivering when the air touched her skin. "I'm clean," she responded as she stepped into the warmth of the towel, leaning into her sister's arms. After a long second, she continued, "Elsa, I want you to kiss me. If I am lost, its only fair you lose yourself, too. As much as I have. Kiss me with no restraint, with every part of you..." She chewed her plump bottom lip. "I... I want it right now," she whispered, and realized how pouty and needy she was acting as she said it.

"Haven't we been kissing quite a lot today?" Again, Elsa was dodging the point of the conversation as her hands scrubbed the towel up and down her sister's body. A chill ran through her when they passed over her pelvis; just minutes ago, it had been the setting of one incredible show. That was hard to ignore in favour of more mundane matters like drying off.

"And yet none of those kisses were your choice, Elsa," she muttered, frustrated. She was glad to be dry, and relatively warm. The bath was nice but she didn't really enjoy being wet. And the fact her sister had not been nude as well was even more frustrating. She felt open, and despite how dumb it sounded, suddenly vulnerable being the only one naked... especially now with her older sister denying her something so simple.

"Are you sure that's correct?" Elsa breathed, moving lower and lower. Perhaps Anna had not noticed, but her entire body had erupted in gooseflesh. Whether or not it was due to the cold of being outside the warm water, or from something else, was beyond Elsa's knowledge. But the plea in her voice was distinct.

"I kiss you. You never kiss me."

"You do understand why it has been that way up until now," Elsa persisted as she pressed her lips into Anna's thigh. "You had to be the one to approach me. I am a creature of darkness; you giving yourself over to me could never be my decision. I want you as partner, not prey." Then she surged upward and tugged Anna's waist so that their fronts mashed together, eyes staring down into eyes.

"Now that we have observed those formalities... might I partake of your abominably desirable mouth?"

Anna understood what her sister was saying. She felt she could not act on her feelings. That was an unfortunate reality... but luckily, one now in their past. She shuddered as she stared into those blue orbs again. It seemed, like Anna asked, this time her older sister would hold nothing back. That was all Anna wanted.

"I thought you'd never ask," she whispered, warm all over yet cold at the same time. Confusing, just like everything was wherever her sister was involved.

Lifting her as if she were a rag doll, Elsa carried her sister around the side of the bathtub and pushed her against the stone wall, only draping her against it, not pinning with any true force. Then she leaned in and took her mouth so hungrily that a low moan sounded in the back of her throat, lips drawing in the lower one of Anna's and holding it as if a precious jewel.

Anna didn't know what she expected, but it was nothing quite like this. The pleasure she felt from a simple kiss was mindblowing, as was Elsa's ability to be so rough and all-consuming, yet exquisitely gentle as she did so. It was not the actions themselves that were rough - it was the look in Elsa's eyes, the guttural moan she made in the back of her throat. Like a wildcat, Anna imagined. Though the notion of kissing back was palatable, instead, she lay back and let her sister take whatever she liked, opening her mouth, taking in her sister's sweet taste that mingled with the very vague hint of her own coppery blood.

The open mouth only seemed to egg the vampire on as her tongue encircled Anna's, both hands coming up to grip her shoulders. One thumb drew small circles, an afterthought, and her hips pressed into nude ones, both feeling and hearing a damp thicket of hair brushing against the thin layer of material keeping her body hidden.

Anna couldn't stop herself from gasping, her sister's body brushing hers as it did and causing a festering heat to boil up again between her thighs. Her hips jerked, and she had to kiss back now. Had to wrap her arms around her sister's neck, pulling their chests together. Her body was no longer listening to her mind, as if Elsa's hips had cut the connection between the two.

And the kiss only built in intensity until Elsa no longer knew how much time had passed, only that she felt Anna's hips digging into her own, felt the arms behind her neck. The freckled body was so heated now that it had been dried and teased, but the skin still that variety of plient that only comes when skin is freshly-cleansed...

Not the time. Not so soon after the younger sister had been sated. She pushed her away after a time, just enough so they could both breathe. Mouths still an inch apart, noses touching. "Did... was that what you wanted, Anna?"

It took a few moments for the words to register in Anna's lust fogged brain. When they did, she smiled like a fool and nodded vigorously. "Y..yeah, uh huh. That's all I wanted."

Elsa's smile was still somewhat wrong-footed, but she was regaining her control rapidly. To assist her in that matter, she picked up the towel again and pressed it into Anna's front. "Hold this."

Anna obeyed, and wrapped her front in the towel. Her lust was fading a bit, and embarrassment was replacing it. She had no shame - or did she? Surely it was odd to feel so strongly about a kiss? She shook her head in surprise at herself.

"So what do you want to do now, Countess?"

Instead of replying directly, Elsa merely bent down and swept Anna up and into her arms, her legs dangling out to one side. It took her no more effort than lifting a spoon, apparently. Gazing down into her surprised blue-green eyes, she merely said, "Shall I escort you to your room, milady?"

"That would be most agreeable," Anna laughed again, belly still tingling from the surprise of being swept up in the air as if she weighed nothing.

"Good," Elsa hummed as she carried her sister out into the hallway. "Let's dress you up. Like my own personal doll."

~ To Be Continued ~