Eliza winced as the bite came.

Pain shot through her neck. After being so slow, so gentle, so sensual, the sudden sting sent waves of terror through Eliza’s mind. She’d been tricked. Selina had known exactly what to say to get her to put her guard down, and she had. Of course it would hurt. She’d be forced to do anything the Lady desired, up to and including giving her body, her blood, to her host. There was no world in which that did not inflict pain.

And yet, something strange happened, then. The pain numbed quickly, and something else took over. Weakness. Weakness in her body, weakness in her mind. And then…pleasure. It suddenly felt less like she was being bit and more like she was being necked. Something else stirred inside her as the life force fled from her body. Selina let out a joyful moan as she fed, its vibration spreading through Eliza’s neck wonderfully. 

Perhaps it was just that Eliza hadn’t been touched in this way for some time. Well, she’d never quite been touched in this way, it was true, and certainly never by a woman, but this stirred in her something primal, something fierce. She was as hungry for touch as Selina was for blood.

A minute or so passed. She could feel her barriers thinning, her resistance fading. Selina drank of her blood like she’d never drank before. A trickle of something warm slid down the back of Eliza’s neck. Selina stopped, and the fangs retracted. It was only then, at the sudden lack of pain, that Eliza realized it had hurt the entire time. It hadn’t truly numbed, just taken a back seat to the other feelings that had taken over.

Lady Vesperia angled the girl in her lap, to better view her neck. “Oh no! Why, look what I’ve done in my haste.” She began to lick the trail of blood ever so slowly, starting at the bottom of her neck where the trail of blood had ended, all the way up to her bite wound.

Eliza let out a squeak of a moan as she felt the woman’s tongue on her neck. “Is my…am I…to your liking?” she asked timidly, still twinging in pain from the bite. Warmth spread through her. She longed for the answer to be yes. It would keep her safe…and also please her lady.

Wait—where did that impulse come from? Her worries, her inhibitions, her doubts, they’d all been replaced with a single minded desire, a need, to make Lady Vesperia happy. Was this the charm being placed upon her? Was she truly the mesmer Eliza feared she was?

Selina chuckled. “I daresay you are more to my liking than any I have ever tasted before,” she said. She pulled Eliza’s legs around her waist and wrapped an arm around her back. Eliza let herself be pulled around with no resistance, and somehow it warmed her cheeks to be used in this way. Selina’s other hand turned the girl’s chin to the side to reveal more of her neck. This time, Eliza felt the bite coming before it came, but she did not wince, did not fight or flee. The bite barely hurt this time, or at least it felt as though it did not hurt, because the sensation of pleasure was far too strong. 

The vampire moaned as she fed. Eliza bit her own lip to stop herself from joining in. Her lips parted in a silent gasp. Her thoughts turned to how she can best make herself more pleasurable to her host. Whether it was for her own survival, because of the woman’s enthralling influence, or something else, she could not tell. It didn’t matter. The effect was spellbinding. She leaned closer, pressing their bodies together as Selina fed. Her legs latched to Selina’s waist, straddling her. It felt as though she was being loved, not devoured. Her nipples pebbled, poking through the fabric of her dress and pressing against Selina’s body. 

Selina growled with pleasure as she felt it. The hand on Eliza’s back slipped down to her leg, stroking it up and down gently while she continued to feed. Eliza felt faint. She fought the dizziness and wrapped her own arms around Selina, for balance. Only it wasn’t for balance. Somewhere deep and dark in her mind, she wanted to touch her, too. Wanted to hold her. Wanted to please her. There was very little left of Eliza left. Just a plaything to be used.

She realized, with equal parts horror and glee, that she was growing wet between her thighs. What was wrong with her? She must be fully under the vampire’s control, now. She was a captive. An offering. By all accounts, she should hate Lady Vesperia. And yet…

The hand on Eliza’s leg slipped further up her dress and grazed against the girl’s panties. Selina stopped feeding and pulled back, eyeing Eliza like a hungry prisoner might a full-course meal. Eliza shuddered with anticipation. That look was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She felt small—powerless, even—and yet, the shiver of pleasure that made its way up her spine was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Without realizing what she was doing, she leaned in closer. Her nose pressed against Selina’s, their lips brushing against one another. It was a phantom of a kiss. It felt as though she was asking permission to kiss. Her heart pounded in her chest. It hadn’t occurred to her that she might be overstepping her bounds.

Thankfully, she was not. Selina smiled as their lips touched softly for a few moments. Her nose nuzzled Eliza’s in response. “Well look at you,” she purred. “I do think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” She began grinding harder against Selina’s hips, the hand on her thigh reaching around her body to touch her bare behind. That touch quickly turned to a fierce grip, and she pulled Eliza even closer onto her lap.

“I…” Eliza began to say, but it was barely a whisper. Her neck throbbed. Even though it hurt, she suddenly felt as though she missed those fangs inside her. God above, what was wrong with her? She’d fallen fully under the vampire’s spell. “You don’t have to stop,” she said in a breathy voice.

“I knew there was something I liked about you,” Selina said, grinning wolfishly. “But that shall come later. For now…” she suddenly tossed Eliza onto the bed with incredible strength. It might have hurt had she not landed in the center of a plush mattress, more comfortable than any she’d ever laid on. “...let’s see how well you can follow orders.”

Eliza gulped. What would she be forced to do? “Anything you desire, my lady,” she replied, though the warble in her voice betrayed her confidence.

Selina climbed onto the bed after her, getting on her knees and facing the opposite direction. Her shoulder blades were exposed by the low back of her dress. “You are to undress me,” she ordered. “Now.”

The girl began by undoing the laces of the corset around Lady Vesperia’s waist. She’d never seen dresswear this elaborate and expensive before. She worried she might somehow ruin part of Selina’s outfit and draw her ire. Thankfully, it was not difficult to remove. Next came the dress itself. She pulled it down by her shoulders, exposing more of her creamy skin. With Selina’s back fully exposed, Eliza marveled at how soft and perfect her skin was. Benefits of undeath, she imagined. 

Purely on impulse, she started gently combing through Selina’s long, wavy tresses. Her scent was intoxicating. A gentle hum of pleasure from her host told Eliza she was doing well, and a smile tugged at her lips. Her hands next wandered up and down her host’s back, gently massaging her muscles. She’d never touched a woman in this way before, and she was surprised to find that she loved every second.

“The rest, now,” Selina said, a hint of impatience in her voice. She stood up next to the bed, her bare chest now fully exposed in front of Eliza while the rest of her dress hung on her hips. Her breasts were large and unblemished by age, almost unnaturally perky. Her nipples were still hard from earlier, her areolas dark-colored despite her pale skin.

“Yes, my lady.” Eliza nodded and did as she was instructed, pulling the remainder of the lady’s dress down her hips until it settled on the floor. Selina wore nothing underneath, a tuft of red hair just above the entrance to her sex. Her mouth practically watered at the sight of the woman’s naked body. She was gorgeous in every possible sense of the word. Was this what the other girls who were offered to Lady Vesperia’s castle were commanded to do? And did they enjoy it with this much fervor?

Lady Vesperia ran her fingers through Eliza’s hair, pulling out her bun as she did. The girl’s brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, not quite as long as Selina’s, but longer than her updo suggested. She closed her eyes as pointed nails scratched through her scalp. 

Then, without warning, Selina yanked Eliza towards her, burying her face in between her warm thighs. No command was necessary. Eliza’s cheeks burned as she began to instinctively kiss the area just around Selina’s sex. 

“Mmm…” Selina hummed. “My, you truly are perfect.”

Eliza dared to look up at her mistress. “Not perfect, my lady, not nearly.” She’d never considered herself anything as such. She was plain, ordinary. Perhaps this experience was teaching her otherwise— that she could indeed be resolute, bold, perhaps even flirtatious—but surely not perfect.

But Lady Vesperia was not happy with that response. She clutched Eliza by the throat, pulled her off of the bed, and forced her to her feet. Then, higher. She dangled by the tips of her toes as she met the lady’s gaze. “Do not dare lower yourself, not to anyone, not even to yourself. For tonight, you are mine, and I do not choose my consorts lightly. For as long as you are here, you shall deem yourself as I regard you. And I deem you perfect. That is an order. Do you understand?”

She didn’t. Lady Vesperia spoke with a harsh tongue, held her by the throat, and yet spoke…kindness. It made little sense to her. And yet she must assent. “Y-yes, my lady,” Eliza struggled to say. Only then did Selina let go of her throat. She gasped for air.

“Now, where were we?” Lady Vesperia said. “Ah, yes.” She pushed Eliza down, then balanced one of her feet on the woman’s head, forcing her onto her knees. “Now, resume.”

“Yes, my lady,” Eliza said. Despite what had just occurred, she found herself staring up at the vampire’s slit with hunger. It glistened wet, clean shaven aside from the tuft of red hair above her clit. Eliza swallowed, hard. She inched forward and went back to kissing gingerly around Selina’s labia.

“Did I ask you to tease me?” Selina remarked impatiently. Her voice was tinged with desire. Lust. She wanted more. “Like you mean it, now.” 

“Yes, my—mmmph!” Eliza began, before Selina’s foot forced her closer. Her mouth now pressed against Selina’s sex, and she could taste her mistress’s want. She closed her eyes and licked. It tasted different than she imagined. It wasn’t displeasing at all. In fact, the more she licked, the more she enjoyed the taste. Growing more eager by the second, she continue licking the woman’s sex, her tongue sliding inside of her briefly each time before rising to press against her clit. She’d never done such a thing before, but she knew what she herself enjoyed, so she mimicked those actions as best she could.

“Mmmnnn… Yes, my pet… Just like that…” the vampire cooed. Eliza could not believe what she was doing. She’d anticipated being bitten by Lady Vesperia, being fed upon, being used, but never in a million years did she think she would end up pleasuring her…and liking it. She found herself also growing wetter by the second as she devoured her lady’s sex. “More. Faster,” Selina ordered. But now it was starting to sound less like a command, and more like a desire. Something in her voice had changed. And Eliza could hear her breathing harder, gasping, moaning with pleasure at each lick.

Then Eliza did something stupid. She lifted one of her hands and thrust a finger inside Selina. There was a sharp intake of breath, and she winced as she imagined being punished for such boldness. But instead, her reward was a long moan from the woman’s lips and the grinding of her hips against Eliza’s mouth. She began rhythmically sliding the finger in and out as her tongue lapped tight circles around Selina’s clit. Selina practically growled with pleasure. Eliza wondered if she would be released once she satisfied Lady Vesperia’s desires. But the more she heard her mistress moan with ecstasy, the more she wanted to stay.

As if the vampire could somehow read her mind, Selina coursed her fingers through Eliza’s hair, then pulled harshly. “Don’t you dare even think about leaving,” she said in between moans. “You’re mine. And you’re not going anywhere.” Her voice was different, now. She wasn’t commanding Eliza anymore. She was pleading. 

Eliza grinned despite herself. “My lady’s pleasure is my pleasure,” she whispered, slipping a second finger inside of her and thrusting deeper, her fingers curling. An odd feeling overcame her. She wanted, more than anything, to make her lady come, to make Selina scream and howl with delight. She wanted to show her mistress that she was not going anywhere. That she was hers.

What in the hells had gotten into her? It did not matter. This was all that she could think about. All that she wished in the world. The money was no longer a concern. Selina’s moans would haunt her for the rest of her life. She became more aggressive, her fingers pumping desperately, her tongue assaulting Selina’s clit with abandon.

Within seconds, Selina became something else entirely. Her voice rose to a fevered pitch, and all semblance of control faded momentarily. The mask was off; her true self, revealed. “Ohhh…Oh, yes, yes!” she screamed and moaned, music to Eliza’s ears. The climax shuddered through the vampire’s body like a tremor. When it was over, she removed her foot from upon Eliza’s head, lifted her to her feet, and pushed her back onto the bed, climbing on top. Eliza did not hesitate. She brushed her hair aside, turned her neck to the vampire, and offered herself.

Selina fed from her once more, and this time there was no pain at all. She whimpered with pleasure at the feeling of her teeth against her skin. Her own pussy was drenched. Finally, Selina removed her fangs from her neck, letting blood dribble onto the scarlet bedsheets, and fell onto her back, panting.

Eliza turned onto her side and watched as the vampire came down from her orgasm. For just a moment, the spell was broken, and Selina was just a woman, a woman who had longed for pleasure like that for a very, very long time. And Eliza was beginning to suspect there was no spell, there had never been any spell. She wasn’t under the vampire’s control. She wasn’t being charmed or mesmerized. 

She…she liked this. She wanted this.

And now, she wanted more.