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Galina

Esme helps me wash up, teaching me about things like aftercare and just where each erogenous zone on my body is. We spend longer than I expected cleaning every nook and cranny.

When we finally make our way from the bathroom, all three men are waiting for us, freshly washed and clothed, much to my disappointment. Esme sees my frown and chuckles.

"Don't worry, love, you'll have more chances to see them without the clothes, but now we need to turn you to ensure the power doesn't tear you apart."

"Right, of course. I had gotten so wrapped up in all of you that I almost forgot."

"Not to worry," she says with a smile.

Alistair steps forward and takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles.

"How are you feeling, Galina?"

"I feel... lighter, I guess. Like a drain on my body, an invisible weight, has been lifted."

"That's probably because the circle has been sealed," Novak comments, Bellamy nodding in agreement.

"So how do we do this? I know Esme said that we need to share blood, but I'm a little fuzzy on the precise process."

"Right. Well, in order to be turned, you need a vampire's venom in you, and then you have to drink from them, normally that's it, but since it didn't take last time, we'll also need to be drained."

"Drained... so you need to feed from me until my heart stops, right?"

"Basically."

Esme grabs my hand and leads me towards the bed, the men following along behind us.

"If you're amenable to it, I'd like to have everyone feed from you, to mix our venom, and then have you feed from all of us before we drain you."

"Since turning you didn't take the first time," Alistair says at my confused look.

"That's right. When we were under the influence of the drain from the merging, I recall trying to turn you, but the process only healed you, your body regenerated without turning properly."

"Alright. So, uh, how?"

Esme chuckles and produces a wickedly sharp blade with a soft, reassuring smile. She places the blade on the nightstand before tugging my robe off and kissing me.

"We'll start by each of us feeding from you a little, then, once enough venom is in your system, you'll drink from each of us."

"Alright."

She smiles at me before waving the others forward, each of them grasping one of my limbs and kissing their way up it.

Novak ends up between my legs, kissing his way up to my inner thigh, sending tingles of sensation racing through me as he settles between the juncture of my thighs, his fangs grazing the pulse point there. While he's working his way up, Alistair is laving my neck with attention while he leans over the bed, my head turned away from him as I moan at the sensations he's evoking.

Esme has one of my wrists in her hands as she massages up and down my arm, while Bellamy is laving my breasts with attention. Just when it feels like I'm going to explode from the teasing sensations, twin pricks of pain hit me in each spot before waves of ecstasy roll through me, originating where each person sucks. I can feel the slight burning of their venom as it fills me, followed by the overwhelming desire to writhe under them.

By the time my body feels like it's burning from the inside out, they each pull back, licking their way along the punctures until they heal over, as if never there.

Esme crawls over my body until she's planted just under my breasts, her weight carefully balanced on her toes as she leans down to plant a firm kiss on my lips. She grabs the knife and smiles down at me, waving each man forward to slash a deep cut across his hand before pressing the bleeding limbs to my mouth, one at a time. She waits for me to take several swallows from each man before pulling their hand back and repeating the process with the next.

Once finished with the men, she repeats the process with her own hand, pulling back after I've had close to a dozen swallows. I watch as her flesh knits itself back together the moment she pulls back.

"Ready?" she asks.

I'm only able to nod as the previous burning ramps up, no longer a pleasant burn of desires, but now a painful inferno.

"Good, it's taking. I'm sorry that it is painful. I'll drain you now, ok?"

I grit my teeth and nod, tilting my head to the side in invitation.

Esme leans forward, careful not to press too hard on my sensitive flesh, and sinks her fangs into my neck. The sharp sensation makes me jerk, but it doesn't take long before the flush of desire that accompanies her venom starts to push out the worst of the pain.

Unfortunately, the pleasure only outweighs the pain for a few moments before the inferno returning, flushing up and down my body with a vengeance.

As Esme draws in my blood, my strength fades. My hands hook into claws, grasping at the sheets below me. My vision fades to darkness, the only sensation left that agonizing inferno raging inside of me.

My mind is racing, memories of the past bombarding me as my body shuts down, leaving nothing behind phantom pains of the torture I faced previously and the burning I'm currently dealing with. The burning shifts, the inferno changing from something purely physical to something more, burning away the fog in my mind, memory after memory bombarding me.

If I could move, or breath, I'd be on my hands and knees, panting.

Just when I think the agony can't get any worse, however, the pain changes from a burning inferno into a sharp, stabbing sensation that races up and down both sides of my spine. The stabbing is quickly joined by an itching, aching feeling as my body shocks me by arching backwards, a scream tearing its way from my throat before a blessed darkness pulls me under.