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Tirien leapt away from the vampire as if she’d been burned, scrambling to collect her sword. By the time she had the hilt in her hands, raised her blade once more to defend, and turned to face the hideous thing, she was too late.
Fucking vampires, Tirien thought, a snarl twisting her face, always as likely to seduce as to slaughter.
Cassidy was locked in a heavy embrace with the monster, her lips crushed against the ashen skin of her neck. The vampire, for her part, seemed to be enjoying things.
“Come now, dear, you can bite me harder than that,” she purred. “I’m not fragile like your little friends here. And if you fail to please me, I will drain you.”
Under most circumstances, Cassidy considered herself an attentive lover. She took a great deal of effort to attend to her partners’ nonverbal cues—how their pupils dilated, the rhythm of their breaths, the tiny involuntary twitches of their muscles as her fingers played across their skin—but faced with a partner whom she likely could not physically harm in any meaningful way, Cassidy let go.
The vampire hadn’t laid out the rules of this encounter in any great detail, but she had offered a simple objective: please her. Coupled with the encouragement to bite harder, Cassidy decided to assume that nothing in her power would be too much for this woman. And after all, she was a Carnal Boss, one meant to be fucked into submission.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cassidy said, her voice more gasp than growl as she tore her mouth from the soft flesh of the vampire’s neck. “If you speak again without permission I’ll stake your stupid fucking heart.”
The vampire’s red eyes flashed, her mouth opened to retort, and Cassidy hit her. The palm of her right hand stung, so she hit her again. A wicked smile split the vampire’s face, a mockery of human pleasure.
“She wants pleasure,” Cassidy said, to no one in particular, “and she’ll get it, but on my terms. And I say that stupid fucking bitch monsters—” she grabbed a fistful of thick, black tresses, yanking the vampire— her vampire—closer with it “—monsters don’t deserve pleasure. So she’ll obey me if she knows what’s good for her. Isn’t that right, pet?”
Her vampire’s lips moved wordlessly, and for the first time Cassidy thought she looked afraid. Good, she thought, I want her to be scared of me.
Without further thought, Cassidy lunged forward and sank her teeth into the soft flesh behind her vampire’s jaw. She paused for a moment, savoring the hitch in her vampire’s breath as her teeth grazed gray skin. Then, Cassidy bit down, hard.
Later, Tirien would reflect on how the dire bat-turned-vampire was clearly not an example of a true vampire, merely an effective replica of the aesthetic. For one thing, her chest heaved with breath as Cassidy held her by her hair. For another, the trail of bruised bite marks Cassidy left on her neck and collarbones looked like they might have been bloody in places.
In the moment, though, Tirien really couldn’t think of anything other than the throbbing heat between her legs.
Cassidy tore herself off the vampire, breathing heavily. She wound her left hand into the delicate collar of the vampire’s velvet dress and ripped it down, splitting the seams all along the vampire’s right side. The woman gasped as her right breast was exposed and subsequently seized by Cassidy. Tirien whimpered a little at how Cassidy’s strong fingers dug into the soft flesh under them.
Cassidy, who might have been possessed at this point for all Tirien could tell, slapped the vampire across the face hard enough to make her head snap to the side.
“Good bitch,” Cassidy said, loud enough for all of them to hear, “good fucking pet. Get on your knees.” She released the vampire’s breast, left hand flying to her already bruised throat, her grip tight enough to leave new bruises.
With a sound Tirien could have sworn was a sigh of relief, the vampire sank to her knees, red eyes petulantly fixed on Cassidy. Cassidy was already halfway through removing her pants, but stopped with them still around her knees. Her cock, free and aching, came to rest against the vampire’s face. Cassidy smiled down at her, wove her fingers into the vampire’s hair, and brought her lips to the head of her cock.
“You won’t bite, will you?” Cassidy asked, somehow making the question sound like a threat. “Answer, pet.”
“Not unless my mistress requires it,” the vampire replied, her voice no longer a soft purr, but gone ragged, as if she’d already had her throat fucked into submission.
Cassidy clearly intended to do just that. As soon as the words had left the vampire’s lips, Cassidy thrust forward, all but forcing her way into the woman’s mouth. She spared nothing in her efforts to make this monster below her into a sloppy dick-drunk mess, sheathing herself fully and immediately. Tirien watched the vampire’s eyes water, her throat bob as she gagged on Cassidy’s length. She tried to pull back reflexively, but the hands wound into her hair didn’t give her an inch.
Cassidy held her down until drool and spittle coated the base of her shaft and the vampire’s chin. Only once she saw the vampire’s eyes fluttering from a lack of breath did she pull her back, and even then Cassidy allowed her only a single shaky inhale. The sharp return to being face fucked made the vampire cough and choke harder than before. Cassidy seemed not to notice. She worked herself up into a rhythm, fucking the throat wrapped around her cock. She smacked the vampire on one cheek, then the other, each strike eliciting a gagging groan. She stood still, dragged the vampire back and forth by the hair, using the woman’s head and mouth like a toy.
“Sometimes,” Cassidy grunted, continually fucking the tight tunnel of the vampire’s throat, “what a girl needs is just to use her pet’s mouth to fucking masturbate. And this pet—” she hilted, cock pressed deep into the vampire’s mouth “—this pet is very obedient, a good toy, a good whore.”
The vampire said something only audible as a gurgle, but by the pleading look in her eyes it was obviously in agreement with Cassidy. Tears streamed from her eyes, mingling with spit and Cassidy’s precum on her lips.
Elaine was having a lovely time. True vampires were both rare and deadly; this one was nothing of the sort. Cassidy struck her again, backhand, and the vampire barely flinched. The bruises covering one side of her neck were now joined by the mottled coloring of her cheeks as Cassidy abused them.
When finally Cassidy stepped back, allowing her slick cock to slide from the embrace of the vampire’s throat, Elaine was almost disappointed. A moment later, as Cassidy took hold of the woman’s throat and dragged her to her feet, Elaine nearly moaned. She’d seen Cassidy’s dominance before, but this? The vampire looked ragged, dick-drunk in a way Elaine couldn’t help but envy. And it was clear that Cassidy was still winding up.
The vampire swayed where she stood. She did nothing but give a dizzy, sloppy smile as Cassidy wound up to hit her again. This time, her fist was closed. This time, she was gripping the vampire’s throat in her other hand.
Cassidy dragged her forward as she swung her fist up into her diaphragm. A gasp of breath whooshed out of the vampire’s mouth; she sagged in Cassidy’s grip.
“Face down, holes up,” Cassidy growled, placing two sharp smacks on the vampire’s cheek. “I want to breed you like the stupid fucking bitch you are.”
The vampire dropped with a whispered “yes,” shoving her own face into the dirt, her velvet dress falling up to expose her pussy to Cassidy. Elaine couldn’t help but smile, watching the monster wiggle her hips enticingly. For that display, Cassidy laid into her ass, spanking and pinching and leaning down to bite viciously. It must have lasted only a minute, but it was a desperate, groaning minute, at the end of which the vampire had dug her fingers into the dirt and gained another heavily bruised body part.
“Poor thing,” Cassidy said maliciously, spanking her again. Elaine admired the way the vampire’s ass rippled. “Look how bruised her cute little ass is. I shouldn’t have bitten her so hard; she’s bleeding.”
Elaine leaned forward and saw a tiny trickle of black blood from where Cassidy’s teeth had scraped her. She licked her lips, imagining what her own ass might look like, if Cassidy bit her like that.
Ah, fuck, Elaine thought, I’m more into biting than I thought.
Cassidy might have been in a different world as she plunged her cock to the hilt in the vampire’s slick cunt. Her heavy breathing betrayed something of the effort she was expending, muscles all over her body flexing as she pistoned herself up and dropped herself down, each time forcing a high-pitched moan from her toy.
“...fucking perfect, you goddamn perfect little whore, fuck, milk my cum you stupid slut, you want it, you want me to breed you, I…”
Cassidy was consumed. She was determined. She would win this encounter, whatever it meant to win in this case. Her vampire needed to be fucked into submission? Cassidy would use her cunt until she collapsed.
Her vampire was crying, tears sliding down into the dirt, every thrust of Cassidy’s hips producing a sob. Her eyes were unfocused, still glowing red but subdued and awash with agonizing bliss.
Cassidy came. It had already happened twice, both times while she was so deep in her vampire’s throat that it hadn’t even spilled. Her vampire shuddered and cried out as she felt Cassidy’s cock spurting girl cum into her pussy. Cassidy slowed for a few strokes, working herself through it more than anything. She’d never cum this many times without stopping for a break; it was starting to feel uncomfortable.
But her comfort didn’t matter. What mattered was fucking her vampire until the bitch begged her to stop.
“Face up,” Cassidy said, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing her vampire to lift her gaze enough to look into the—to varying degrees—enraptured women watching her. “Look at them. Those women are mine. They are my lovers. They are dear to me. Unlike you, pet. You’re nothing. Pathetic. Worthless. Just a toy for me to fuck and hit and use.”
She dug her fingers deeper into her vampire’s hair, her other hand clutching at her hip hard enough to make her vampire flinch with each thrust.
“Vampires like blood, don’t they?” Cassidy wondered aloud, her voice derisive. She slowed in her thrusting, despite whimpered protestations from below. “Elaine, give me a knife.” Her vampire shuddered.
Elaine jumped forward, drawing a dagger and holding the hilt out to Cassidy. Cassidy grabbed the dagger by the blade, savoring the cold steel cutting into her hand, and pulled Elaine close. Elaine’s eyes went wide; she licked her lips. Slowly, softly, with every gentleness she had denied her vampire, Cassidy kissed her. Elaine moaned, letting go of the dagger and slipping her tongue into Cassidy’s mouth. For a moment, maybe longer, Cassidy held her there. Once Elaine was sufficiently tongue-fucked, she pulled back, dismissing her girlfriend with a smile and wink.
Then, she flicked the dagger up into the air, caught the hilt, and admired the thin smear of her own blood on the blade. A fat droplet rolled from the shallow wound on her palm, clung to her skin, then fell to the dirt. Her vampire took a deep breath in and moaned at the scent of blood.
Fucking her slowly for the sake of coordination, Cassidy let herself bleed over her vampire’s back. She let blood fall in drops and splotches, then smeared them over the velvet of her vampire’s dress. Unsatisfied with the mess she’d made, she pushed the garment down until it was bunched around her vampire’s midriff, just below her tits.
“...a taste a taste please give me just a taste please Mistress let me taste you please just a taste…”
Cassidy smiled. Her vampire was truly pathetic. She’d certainly won.
“Have I defeated you?” Cassidy asked. Her vampire whimpered. Cassidy spanked her, her bloody hand leaving a vivid print on her vampire’s ass. “Answer with words, pet.”
“Yes,” her vampire groaned, “gods, yes, you win, just give me a taste of your blood.”
Cassidy hummed, pretending to consider the request. She smeared more blood across the vampire’s exposed skin, the crimson stains stark against her gray pallor. Her vampire whimpered. She was crying freely now, Cassidy’s slowed pace not enough to break up the gasping breaths and tears.
Only once her vampire’s back, thighs, ass, and tits had been thoroughly marked with her own blood did Cassidy reach forward and stuff two bloody fingers in the corner of her vampire’s mouth. She moaned in ecstasy at the taste, her back arching, her ass pressing back into Cassidy’s pelvis to stuff herself full.
“Thank you, Mistress, thank you,” her vampire gasped, “oh, gods, thank you.” Cassidy leaned forward, her chest pressed between her vampire’s shoulders. She took the edge of her vampire’s ear between her teeth, bit hard enough to force a yelp of pain, and laughed softly at how the woman shivered against her.
“I’m not fucking done with you, pet.”
Avery thought she might pass out. Whether it was the pitiful sobbing of the vampire as Cassidy fucked her, mouth still hooked on two fingers, or the hungry look in Cassidy’s eyes as she poured everything she had into fucking this woman (quite literally) senseless, she couldn’t know. Maybe it was also how eager Elaine looked, practically salivating at the brutality. Or how Tirien, for all her waffling, hadn’t so much as blinked in several minutes.
Or how she was pretty sure Elaine would be the prettiest pet ever, if she got Cassidy to fuck her like this.
Heat, between her thighs. A faint wetness in her panties.
Avery felt herself blush and tried very very hard not to think about making Elaine into a sobbing mess.
Cassidy had already driven herself to the brink of exhaustion when the begging began.
“Please, Mistress, please stop…”
“Your pet needs a break, Mistress…”
“Stop, please, please…”
Cassidy didn’t stop, nor even slow, at first. Inside her, her own exhaustion warred with the rising knowledge that her vampire was a monster, and that unless she was absolutely certain she’d won, stopping would be death.
But as the moments wore on, the gentle, quiet sobs beneath her seemed more and more genuine, and Cassidy slowed, stopped, and withdrew herself.
She stepped back from the huddled vampire on the ground, sat down, and passed out. The last thing she saw was Tirien stepping smoothly forward, drawing her sword, and preparing for a killing blow.
Still a monster after all, Cassidy thought.
And then she was gone.