The shock of seeing Louisa's member rattled, confused and embedded further a sense of wonder at the vampir. Was he--she a boy? No, not with the clear allure of her body undisguised under any garb. Never would she admit the thoughts lingering just beneath the surface, shamefully the same lurid impulse when Terzo hid them away for their secret doings. This however was different, a sincere pounding of the heart and desire to show what she had learned. Under no illusion she was experienced, but the confidence of youth would embolden. Never would Cetrine have the withall to approach Louisa, thankfully the vampir girl was well aware. Their intimacies would be without restraint however, melding of lasciviousness and want for another melting together as just as the taste of Louisa would fill Cetrine.