Vampires and Ice Cream!

"It's ok, princess of blood," she cooed, sitting up and flicking the drain on with her toes. The water started to empty as she held Babbel in her arms, lifting her up with her surprising strength to hold her against her body, holding her as much like an infant as she could manage to help the weak little girl. "We can still clean up." She'd hurry with her free hand and feet to switch the shower on, letting it rinse them down with fresh hot water while the tub drained the cum and blood-specked mix down. Except that which splashed over the edge, anyway.

"nnnghya." Babel moaned weakly as she snuggled tightly against Connie and sighed as the shower washed over her, the droplets feeling good against her pale skin. "Mistres Mounds..." She muttered. "Feels goood."

'I know sweety. And you know what?" She used her cupping arm to squeeze Babbel's bottom. "Mistress of Blood feels very good too." She kissed her on the forehead and lifted her out of the shower, setting her down before wrapping her up in a big wooly towel, shaking her as she rubbed her down and dry with it. "Doesn't that feel much better now, man pee teet?"

Babel shook her long wet hair like a dog when she was wrapped up in a towel, looking like Cousin It wrapped in a towel. "Oui oui! She cried out happily. "What now?" Babel asked as she snuggled against Connie's bosom.

The long hair slapped at Connie's belly and chest, but she let it as she dried up Babbel's abundant hair, taking a few bands and clips to tuck it up into a thick bun. "Now we catch some early shuteye," she insisted, boosting Babel up and carrying her up the stairs. She put on her sunny face around the clock, but she was starting to really feel all the carrying and orgasming. "After all, you have to have your strength for your night life. You DO still go out at night, don't you bloody mistress?" She'd tie a towel around her hair and bust and then move upstairs with her lover to her private bedroom

Babel yawned and snuggled against Connie. This really was the most wonderful thing in the world. "Tres bien..." SHe muttered and kissed Connie softly in aknowledgement. "Oui, oui!" She said as Connie asked her about a night life. "I am a vampire, of course I love the night!" She said with a slightly renewed vigor." She then looked up at Connie with hopeful eyes. "W-what does Knockers do for fun at night?" She asked curiously.

Connie giggled. "Is it really THAT tres? How nice of you to say. But there are clubs sometimes, or bars. They're nice if you can find the right type of men. But of course, I usually wind up home with someone by the end of it, my place or theirs, customer or lover."

She thought for a moment. "That is... assuming there's nothing on tv." She'd shoulder open her door, a visual bombardment of pink. Around the room were various hints at her darker side, though. A small wooden rack, looking handmade or perhaps just good quality, held a few select whips, cuffs and riding crops. There were posters here and there of her favorite adult films and celebrities. Sierra Stallion was on one, a towel around her waist with a notable bulge underneath it. The baffling poster for Rapezilla vs King Dong ("starring Conny Lingus and Dick Impact) was elsewhere, the giant mostly nude couple clashing in the middle of a city. Two smaller signed ones were nearby, one from BoomBoom Booty (showing off her notable asset) and Eva Brawn (the s&m musclebound German). Connie wasn't into their fetishes so much, but respected their dedication to the trade.

What was more, her collection of bondage pets were around. A turtle whose shell looked like a gimp suit, a large barge with an even larger strapon, a Hello Kitty dressed up in dominatrix attire and a while. Connie set aside her old clothes with Subby in a particular spot on her dresser, juggling Babbel over to one arm. "But you're my guest and my dark mistress, so you get to pick what we do."

Babel's eyes almost forced themselves closed as she saw all the pink. As thogh she just stepped out into the sun. She rubbed her eyes away and smiled at all the different plushies, not phased in the least by their bondage theme.

She thought about what Connie said as she was humorously moved ferom one arm to the next by the bigger domme, not seeming to mind. "I have never been to any of those places." She said in thought. "It would be good to go out though." She contemplated. "I am pretty sure that you too can turn others now." She ran a hand through her messy damp locks. "So the more people we take hime, the better off our kind will be."

"Are we really in that much need of breeding?" Connie said with a bit of a concerned look. "Because if it has to do with how many boys I bring home, we're doing pretty good right there..."

She set Babbel down on her especially fluffy bed and smiled. "Then club it is! You've got to be 18 to get into the league, so you should be good for that. Oh. Assuming you're not just 'ageless' or something, but I think that's good enough." She rubbed her chin as she looked over the still-naked Babbel. "We could try to dry off your clothes, but not sure if that'd be appropriate.... wonder if Ba-san has anything in your size. Anything of mine would be like, ultra cleavage or something. You'd look down there and you wouldn't get a peak, you'd get nipples..."

Babel gave a sleepy smile to Connie as she thought over her words. Well there are about a billion humans and only like three of us..." She said as she thought it over. "It never hurts to have more, right!?" She said cheerfully.

Babel sbnuggled into the bed and grinned as she purred agauinst the comfiness. "Ageless..." She muttered happily. "If they don't like it, then I'llkill them..." Her words becoming heavy as her eyelids began to close.

But they suddenly widened at Connie's next words. "Madaem-mouton has clothes for moi!?" She sat up, a little excited. She then gave a small "hmph' noise. "Mortals could only hope to see my glorious body! It is a previlage bestowed on a very few!"