The Comfort of Chains
Summary: Lenore makes Hector swear his allegiance to her—and it starts with a chain around his throat. Read on AO3.
Pairing: Hector x Lenore
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Word Count: 6.3k words
Tags: femdom, dom/sub, bondage, collars/leashes, cunnilingus, oral sex, vaginal sex, leg humping
Hector knew it was her when he heard the dungeon door creak at the top of the stairs. He could smell her perfume even from a distance—jasmine and wine. Her footsteps were much lighter than the guards, and every time he heard them he instantly rose to his feet.
Then, he heard another familiar sound. A metallic rattle. His heart hitched and he walked right up to the cell bars. Tonight was another walk.
Lenore floated down the steps of the dungeon. Hector watched her approach his cell, his eyes lingering on the leader and chain wrapped around her hand. He was dressed in her usual dark gown under her thick, white fur coat.
She grinned when she saw him.
“Don’t you look eager,” she said.
Hector felt his face flush, and he was thankful for the red firelight to conceal it.
“By my estimate, tonight is a new moon,” he said. “More darkness means more stars visible in the sky.”
Lenore unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, careful to lock it shut behind her. Since their first outing together, Hector’s cell had been much more elevated. Lenore had arranged new gifts for him with each visit they took outside the castle walls. First it was a hay bed with a blanket and a desk with a magical book. Now, Hector had a proper mattress with bedsheets and silk pillows. He had more books on his desk and not one but two candles to light his reading time. Lenore had also delivered him several new sets of clothes, so he didn’t need to wear the same smelly shirt and trousers everyday.
It was by no means a princely life, but considering Hector began his imprisonment sleeping naked on a cold cell floor, he may as well have been as pampered as a princess’s poodle.
“The sky is said to be very clear tonight,” she said. “Not a single cloud in sight. A rarity around here.” She dangled the collar from her index finger. “I thought perhaps you’d like to join me.”
A smile crept on Hector’s face. She’d been thinking about him
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, I’d love to.”
Lenore stepped right up to him. If she had been human, Hector may have been able to feel her body heat from this close. Instead, he could only feel an icy draft wafting off of her. Porcelain skin, and just as cold to touch.
She unclasped the collar, then closed it around Hector’s throat. The buckle allowed one to make the collar as tight or loose as one wanted. Lenore was always gracious enough to only tighten it enough not to fall off. But Hector knew if she gave the strap just one firm tug, she might be able to hang him with it.
“Come along now,” she said right in his ear. “Walkies.”
~
“See those five stars there?” Lenore said,
She lifted an elegant finger to the sky. At this time of night, the sky was scattered with stars like a spill of salt. Hector followed her direction and squinted his eyes.
“I think so,” he said.
Lenore traced a line between the five stars, enough times that Hector could visualize a connection between them.
“Vampires call that one the vixen,” she explained. “The story goes that a female fox tried to swindle a hunting dog. She succeeded, but as punishment, was sent up to hunt in the stars forever, with no prey to satisfy her hunger.”
“How sad.”
“It is. But that’s the thing about stars. We admire them for their beauty, but they’re filled with such stuff of tragedy.”
Hector tipped his head up to the sky, as much as he could despite the thick metal collar around his neck. For the past who knew how long, Lenore had regularly taken Hector out for “walks” outside. A chance for him to catch some fresh air after days upon days in an underground cell. Which of course, required her to place a collar and leash on his neck, lest he may escape.
Hector had found himself looking forward to these “walks” Not just because his cell became claustrophobic after a few days, but because it was nice to be around Lenore without bars separating them. He anticipated her visits even more knowing she may take him out for a walk under the stars.
Despite his better instincts, Hector had grown fond of the lovely vampiress. Yes, she was still her captress. But she was far kinder than the other women on her council. It didn’t hurt that she had hair like fire and a voice like velvet. It amazed him how a creature so hellish could appear so angelic.
And secretly, he didn’t hate the leash either.
“In all my time around vampires,” Hector said. “I was not aware they had their own constellations. With their own stories.”
“Of course we do,” Lenore said. She leaned a little closer to him. “We spend our whole eternal lives in the night. We are far more familiar with the stars than you diurnal creatures.”
Hector chuckled.
“Can’t argue with that,” he said.
A cool breeze brushed past both of them. Hector shivered and rubbed his arms. His breath was a wispy cloud at his lips, and Lenore noticed.
“Still cold?” she asked. “Even after I got you your new coat?”
Hector's teeth chattered and he nodded. Lenore had included a winter jacket in his new assortment of clothes, but it was made from durable but admittedly thin leather. It may have worked for a pleasant stroll in autumn. But in the dead of winter, it still left him clenching his body against the cold.
“Afraid so,” Hector said.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Lenore reached for the book at her collar and pulled her fur coat off her shoulders. “Here, take mine.”
Hector looked at her.
“My lady,” he said. “I could never—”
“Oh, hush with that,” she said before he could finish. “Vampires are adapted for cooler temperatures. The perks of having no warm blood in our bodies.”
She draped her coat on Hector’s shoulders before he could protest. He seemed so unlike a proper man to take a woman’s coat from her. But as soon as the fur was over his body, he suddenly felt like he was back inside crouched in front of a fireplace. The white fur was thick and plush, and it smelled like Lenore. Not just her perfume, but her. Hector didn’t know how a bloodless creature could even have her own scent, but it filled him up as Lenore hooked the coat just over his collar.
“There you are,” she said. “I do forget just how fragile you humans are. You don’t seem very adapted to most environments.”
“Evolution has spoiled us, I suppose,” Hector said. He traced his hands slowly along the fur trim. “If vampires don’t mind the cold, why bother with a coat?”
“Same reason why human aristocrats wear such ridiculous regalia,” Lenore said. “It’s helpful to wear a symbol of your status so people know who you are.” She shrugged. “Also, it was a gift from Striga. She found a pack of white wolves in the mountains and skinned them, then made coats for the other sisters and I.”
“I’ve never seen Morgana or Carmilla in such coats.”
“Well, Morana and Carmilla don’t step outside the castle as much as I do. Too busy pointing at maps and making plans in the war room.”
Hector pursed his lips and nodded. Freshly warmed under her coat, Hector and the vampiress turned their thoughtful gazes back to the stars. Well, for a moment. While Lenore pointed to more shapes in the cosmos, Hector could only stare at her while he listened.
The hair on Hector’s side stood straight, as if his nerves were reaching for Lenore at his side. Sometimes, he wondered how much of his attraction to her was some vampiric trance or genuine attraction. On one hand, he had spent enough time around vampires to know they had a way of enchanting their prey. On the other hand, he was human, and it was undeniable that, vampire or not, Lenore was undeniably beautiful.
He sometimes wondered who she was before she turned. A beautiful noblewoman? A charming peasant woman? She had been this creature for so long, did she even remember or care?
Regardless, Hector felt a new sense of danger around her. Not just the expected danger you sensed around a predatory creature. The danger of knowing, if given a chance, you may just let them devour you.
Hector’s thoughts were interrupted when Lenore yanked the chain on his collar.
“We should go,” Lenore said. “Morana and Striga like to take some of their romantic strolls out on their balcony. They won’t be happy to see you out here. Especially Striga.”
A shiver ran down Hector’s spine. Lenore was the only member of the Council of Sisters who treated him with any decency. Which said a lot, considering she still kept him like a tamed dog. He didn’t want to think what would become of him in the hands of the other vampiresses.
Lenore gave the chain another tug. Hector made a throaty sound as she yanked him towards the door. The collar was just loose enough not to cut off circulation, but tight enough to hurt him just a little. Not bad enough to kill, but bad enough to make it a pain to wear.
And yet, as Lenore tugged Hector sound the hall, he felt a strange peace fall over him. Something about a collar and chain felt right when it was wielded in the hands of a creature like her. Hector even slowed his pace as he walked behind her, just to feel her tug him to catch him.
“You have a sluggish pace tonight,” Lenor said. She flicked her gaze over her shoulder at him. “Still want to look at the stars?”
There was a twinkle in her eye. Hector gave her a shaky but playful look in return.
“Indeed,” Hector said. “I want you to show me all the constellations. Tell me every story that vampires have assigned the stars.”
Lenore made a soft, amused sound in her throat.
“I can tell you the stories in your cell,” she said. “Then we can take a little field trip for each one.”
Hector didn’t really care where or why Lenore took him anywhere. As long as she was the one pulling his leash.
Lenore guided Hector down the stairs in the dungeon. Darkness punctuated by torches, amber light basking the stone walls in a hellish glow. The familiar smell of dust and desperation returned to Hector’s nose.
“The first time you took me outside,” Hector said. “It was so much colder compared to my cell.”
Lenore turned the key and pushed open the cell door with a creak. Hector followed her inside.
“But now,” he continued. “It seems cold down here compared to out there.”
“Can never be too comfortable, can you?” Lenore said, clocking and locking the door behind her. “Perhaps I can get you a small file pit in here, to keep you warm if it gets cold.”
“And if it gets too warm?”
Lenore chuckled.
“Well then…” she said. She reached to grab Hector's arm and pulled him closer. Even through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel how icy her hand was. Vampire flesh with no blood seeping underneath.
For a moment, Hector imagined how it would feel to have Lenore’s whole body pressed against his, every inch of her snowy form chilling his flesh, and he shivered at the thought.
What had come of his mind? He heard of conditions in which prisoners grew attached to their captors, but he always dismissed it as pseudoscientific bunk. Maybe it was vampire enchantment, simple as that. But Lenore was a diplomat on a council of women who would have happily killed him by now. Surely, there must have been some sincerity in the fire-haired vampiress.
“Let’s get that collar off you,” Lenore said, snapping Hector from his thoughts. “Keep on too long, you may get a rash.”
Hector froze with his back straight. Lenore moved closer to him, close enough he could a closer whiff of her perfume. That dark smell that made his body warm and shiver at once. She leaned close and reached her hands under the coat to the back of his neck to unlock his collar.
“Perhaps I’ll let you keep my coat for the night,” Lenore said. His lips were so close to his cheek she could have kissed him. “In case it gets cold again tonight—”
Suddenly, Hector’s hands were on her wrists. His grip held her hands still before she could even slide the key into the lock. Lenore paused, then looked him in the eye.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
Her gaze and tone were gentle, but Hector trembled beneath her eyes regardless. He was starting to sweat in his clothes and he swallowed.
“I…um…”
“Yes?”
He didn’t even know what to say. It wasn’t simply that he didn’t want to return to his cell after an evening in the fresh air. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to pull her into his arms. He wanted her to tighten the metal on his neck.
“I…”
Hector gently moved Lenore’s hand to the front of the collar. He pressed her hand down so her fingers curled over the edge of the metal, her fingernails against his neck flesh. He pressed his hand on top of her, and gave a slight, gentle tug.
“I like it…” he said. “When…you pull it…”
Thank god for the red firelight, because Hector’s face was burning. Lenore looked at him for a moment. Then, a slow, wicked grin crossed her face.
“Is that so?” she said.
She tightened her grip on the collar, then gave it a short, quick tug. Hector’s face flushed hot and all the blood in his body surged. His tongue felt several sizes too big, he couldn’t speak. Lenore seemed to notice, and she chuckled.
“My, Hector,” she said. “It seems you’ve gotten so used to cages and collars that you’ve developed canine instincts.”
Hector’s heart stomped in his chest.
It’s not just the collar and leash, his mind whispered, as if she could hear it. It’s you. It’s you that has made me this way.
“I’m not sure why it is,” Hector said. “But I feel oddly…safe, with it on. There’s a…strange comfort…knowing someone else is there guiding you. Holding your pieces together.”
Even if it’s with chains.
Lenore looked at him for a long moment. Hector tried to read her thoughts through her eyes, but she was shrouded as mist.
“There's a similar feeling on the other end as well,” she said. “To hold someone in your hand like a baby bird, to know they can’t hurt you. To know you can choose to hurt them. Or spare them.” Her eyes met his. “There’s a comfort in that too.”
Something like electricity passed between them. Hector wanted to lean in and kiss her. Instead, she tugged him a little closer, close enough that there was only a wisp of breath between their lips. Hector was beginning to visibly sweat. He thought had grown used to the vampiress’s company at this point. Not, he felt as nervous and cornered as if he had encountered the monster for the first time.
“You seem distressed, Hector,” she said. Her low voice was like a velvet lick in his ear. “Is something else wrong?”
Hector’s swallowed. Lenore’s eyes watched his Adam’s apple as he did.
“It’s nothing…just…” he stammered. He felt slightly high, as if her fragrance had created a flowery cloud around them. “Your perfume. It…it always distracts me.”
A glint crossed Lenore’s eye.
“Is that so?” she said. “You like how I smell?”
With her free hand, Lenore hooked a finger in the collar of her dress and pulled it back, revealing creamy pale flesh on her shoulder. Hector pursed his lips to keep from drooling.
“Go on,” she said. “Have a sniff.”
Hector tried not to move too eagerly as he dipped his face down to the crook of her neck. His nose hovered just a centimeter above her skin and he inhaled a deep smell. It was enough to make his knees shake. He could have fainted into her arms right then.
“It was a gift from Carmilla when I joined the council,” she said. “The bottle has lasted me quite a long time.”
It took all of Hector’s willpower not to pull her into his arms. He needed to hold her tight, press her close until he smelled like her for days. He took another whiff, savoring the garden of smells he inhaled.
Then, in his thoughtless state, he pressed his lips to shoulder.
Lenore snatched the hair on the back of Hector’s head and yanked him back. Hector’s breath hitched as his neck was bent the other way.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Lenore said.
Hector was trembling all over. Suddenly, all of his thoughts and senses returned to him at once and he remembered he was a prisoner to an impossibly strong vampiress who could crack his head against the wall.
“I…” he shuttered. “I’m sorry…I don’t know why I did that…please just…
Hector was silenced when Lenore pressed her lips to his. He made a surprised, muffled sound as his mouth was closed by hers. Time suspended itself in the air and Hector went stiff as a board. It was like kissing an ice sculpture, and yet Lenore’s lips were softer than ice, tasting like blackberries. In seconds, Hector melted into her icy kiss.
After what may have been a second or a century, Lenore broke the kiss. She held Hector’s face with her free hand under his chin. He was still trembling, from lingering fear or excitement it was impossible to say. She gave him a small, sweet grin.
“I always hoped I would be the one to kiss you first, silly,” she said.
A flush of relief filled Hector’s body. He could barely stand, and he wondered if she were merely holding him up by one hand. Like a puppet.
The air between them seemed to sparkle. Lenore lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
“My offer from our last conversation still stands, Hector,” she said. “Carmilla is still distracted these days, and Morana and Striga are following in her train. But I can’t predict how long this period of distraction will last.” She leaned closer. “We still have a chance to leave. But that chance could disappear any day now.”
Yes, their last conversation had been rolling in Hector’s mind for days. A small part of him still wasn't sure if he could trust her. But then again, where else did he have to go? His life before Carmilla’s castle was dead as it was possible to be in this world. At least if he escaped with Lenore, he would have some small modicum of protection, right?
Besides, in that moment, the world outside the castle may as well not have existed. The only place in the world was this cell, the only thing in it that mattered was her. When he spoke to her, the word “no” had dashed from his vocabulary.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes…take me with you.”
“I need you to mean it, Hector. This is a big sacrifice I’m making. I love my sisters, and I endanger myself to betray them. But if you promise me that you’re committed to this, to me, I can make plans for us to escape soon.”
“Yes, Lenore. I promise. Anywhere we go, anything we do, I won’t even leave you.” Hector’s voice hitched with desperation. “I swear allegiance to you. I promise.”
Something sharp turned in Lenore’s eyes.
“Then prove it,” she said.
She took a step backwards but kept her fingers curled around the leash. Her gaze flicked him up and down.
“Undress yourself,” she said.
Hector immediately froze.
“I’m sorry?” he said.
“Undress yourself,” Lenore repeated matter-of-factly. “If we’re going to stay together, you’re going to have to learn to do as I say more expediently.” She cocked her head. “Undress.”
Hector was still for a moment, but then bent down to untie the strings on his boots. He stepped out of them one by one, tossing them aside by his desk. For the first time in weeks, his bare feet touched the cell floor.
Next was the coat. Hector was most resistant to this. But he unhooked the front and let it fall to the floor. There was a phantom cold left behind that lingered on his back. Then, he pinched the trim of his shirt and lifted it up from his torso. Lenore’s eyes watched hungrily as white fabric gave way to tanned flesh. He was slender, not as broad-shouldered as some of the brutes she saw on the battlefield. He was muscular but graceful, like some old statue.
He tried to lift the shirt over his head, but this was complicated by the leash and collar. Lenore giggled as she watched him try to think of a way to get it off.
“Here,” she said. “Let me help.”
She made Hector drop his shirt back down. She hooked a finger on his shirt collar, pressing her pointed nail into the fabric. Then, with one long motion, she slit her nail down the front of his shirt. Hector stiffened as the material tore, threads splitting into spider webs, until the front of his shirt was ripped open.
“You’ll have plenty more once we leave,” Lenore said. “I’ll pack you a whole trunk of shirts that I can ruin.”
Hector stood obediently still as Lenore parted the ripped halves of his shirt. Her hands found his chest, smoothing over his biceps and trailing her fingertips down his abs. Hector shivered and twitched under her icy touch, but he wouldn’t dare move.
“Such a pretty thing you are,” Lenore said wistfully. “Such a waste to keep you down in this dark, dreary place.”
Her hands found the back of his shirt, then she closed her fingers around the fabric and slowly pulled the whole thing off his shoulders.
“I should bring you with me to the next vampire ball I attend,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll dress you in the prettiest clothes, and carry you around on a chain while everyone admires you.” Her eyes glinted. “Or maybe I’ll keep you naked. Hide nothing from the guests so they can see just what I have.”
Without his shirt, Hector was visibly shaking. Goosebumps spread all down his back. Lenore stepped away so Hector could unclip his belt. He let it fall to the floor with a clank then hooked his thumbs into his waistband.
He pulled down everything. His trousers, his underwear, until finally every scrap of fabric was gone and Hector was left all flesh. He instinctively cupped his erection, but nothing was kept a secret. Lenore felt a surge between her legs and her fangs buzzed.
She stepped closer to Hector, then reached down and pulled the coat off the floor. She draped it back over Hector’s shoulders.
“Keep this,” she said. “Every dog needs his fur.”
The white softness brushed against Hector’s bare flesh and suddenly he felt breathless. He felt like an animal, but a tamed one. A dog domesticated into submission. Lenore pressed a hand on top of his head.
“Down, boy,” she said.
Hector held Lenore’s gaze as he lowered down to his knees. She cupped her hand down on his cheeks and brushed her thumb against his lips. Hector’s eyes fluttered and he nuzzled into her palm. He was cute. Lenore felt her heart squeeze. He was so lovely in such a state. As naked and pathetic as he was when she first visited his cell.
“Such a good little puppy,” she cooed.
She pressed the tip of her thumb to Hector’s chin. He parted his lips and let her push inside, sucking softly as a baby. His tongue curled around it, like he was tasting it. He moaned softly in his throat.
‘I ought to keep you on your knees,” Lenore said. “And make you hump my leg like the dog you are.
She pulled her thumb from Hector’s mouth. A thin strand of saliva hung from his bottom lip. With her free hand, Lenore fisted her skirt and lifted it up her leg. This time, Hector didn’t try to suppress his drool. Lenore had brown, high-heeled boots laced up to the knee, with blue bows that reminded Hector of blue butterflies. But up her thighs were nylons with garters that disappeared up her dress.
Lenore stepped her leg between Hector’s thighs. At this point, his burning cock was dripping, right onto the top of her shoe.
“Go ahead, little puppy,” she said. “Give it a little kiss first.
Hector’s eyes trailed up her leg, from her boots to her fleshy thigh. He scooted closer and cupped his hand under her shin. He dropped his head down and pressed a kiss at the bend of her ankle.
Lenore twiddle her fingers in his hair.
“Good boy,” she said.
Every inch of Hector’s body was burning. Of everything that had been done to him since arriving at the castle, this was the most humiliating. And yet, his cock twitched as he pressed it to her boot and started thrusting his hips.
Fuck, it felt amazing. Hector quickened his pace and gripped Lenore with paled fingers. The brown leather was coarse on his cock and the friction made his blood surge. He squeezed his eyes and pressed his face down above Lenore’s knee. He couldn’t look her in the eye. He was too embarrassed. Not just of the act itself, but the way it made his cock leak viciously.
Meanwhile, Lenore watched down on him. She sunk her fingers into his hair, gently petting around his scalp. She knew humans were malleable, but Hector was like putty in her hands. The perfect captive. The perfect pet.
Hector’s moans turned to whimpers. His eyes watered, his hips moved faster, and he gripped Lenore’s leg like it was a desperate lifeline. He nuzzled his forehead into her thigh.
“Please…” he begged. “Please…Lenore…”
“Oh, you poor thing.” Lenore leaned down close to him. “So close already? Have you been wanting to debase yourself at my feet for this long?”
Hector’s brain was too melty to even reply. All he could do was push his useless cock against her foot as a climax crawled up his body. He whimpered and huffed and Lenore swore she heard a dog-like wince from his throat.
“Go on,” she said, then gave his leash a sharp tug. “Finish yourself, you pathetic dog.”
Those words sent Hector over the edge. A shuddering croak escaped his throat as an orgasm overtook him, his cock burning friction against her shoe until every drop of him was gone. By the time he finished, he was shaking more than when he was merely cold and afraid.
“That was quick,” Lenore said. “I’m almost disappointed. I wanted to watch a little longer.”
Hector released Lenore’s leg, wincing at the dripping stain he left on her boot laces. Lenore lifted her boot up and examined it.
“Look at what a mess you’ve made,” she said.
Hector kept his eyes to the floor. Lenore pressed her boot to his knee.
“Take these off for me, will you?” she said.
Hector did as he was told. He slowly unlaced her boots and slipped them from her feet, one by one. Lenore’s feet were small and elegant, tightly wrapped in the black nylon.
“Where should I put them?” Hector asked.
“By the desk next to yours,” Lenore said.
She released his chain long enough for him to walk over to the other side of the cell.Hector rose to his knees and brought Lenore’s boots over next to his. He set them down carefully next to each other. His cum was still dripping from one, and he was tempted to find one of his other shirts and wipe it down.
But he didn’t get the chance, because when he turned around, Lenore was seated at the edge of his mattress. One nylon leg crossed gracefully over the other. The vampiress crooked an elegant finger.
“Come here,” she said.
Hector swallowed hard. He took one stop closer, then Lenore stopped him.
“No, no,” she tsked. She lowered her finger down. “Crawl.”
With shaking hands, Hector dropped down to his hands and knees. The cell floor was cold, dusty and hard as stone. He hadn’t felt it like this since before Lenore started spoiling him with silk sheets and feathery pillows. He crawled his way across the floor to her, knees weak and arms buckling. His chain leash rattled on the floor by his side.
What a tame dog he had become. Even without any hand holding his leash, he still came back to his mistress.
Once he was close enough, Lenore plucked Hector’s chain from the floor. She placed her hand atop his head again, and moved his face down onto her lap. Hector sighed and clasped his hands to the side of her thighs. Under her skirt, where he could feel the nylon ended and the flesh began. Lenore ruffled his hair and he sighed.
“What have you done to me…” he mumbled into her thighs. “You’ve made a creature of me…”
“Perhaps,” Lenore said. She took his face in her hands and lifted his gaze to hers. “But what an absolutely adorable creature you are.”
She felt Hector’s face fluster in her hands. She rubbed her thumbs along his cheek and he purred into her touch.
“You’re so cold,” Hector mumbled.
“And you’re so warm.”
A vampire as cold as stone, a human as warm as his blood. The sun and the moon eclipsing in the dark. Lenore placed a small, deceptively chaste kiss to her lover’s forehead.
“I’ve allowed you to satisfy yourself,” she said. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Lenore gently pushed Hector back so he was sat on his knees. She uncrossed her legs, and with her free hands, she tossed back her skirt. Hector could see her underwear tight between her thighs—and the wet spot staining them.
Hector’s mouth began to water. Lenore opened her thigh as wide as his head and gave his chain a yank.
“Eat up, puppy,” she said.
The chain bucked Hector’s head down between her thighs. He reached his hands up to her waist, found the seam of her underwear, then pulled them down her legs. God help him, he could smell her. Cold but no less wet.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You smell…”
Lenore yanked the chain again, and Hector yelped as his head was pushed closer to her.
“Why smell when you can taste,” Lenore said. “Get going. I’m getting dryer by the minute.”
Hector held Lenore’s thighs in each of his hands. He pressed his lips to just below her knee, then slowly kissed down her inner thigh. Thick, wet kisses like he was going to take a bite of her. Lenore sighed, eyes fluttering, and she leaned back on the mattress.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, threading her fingers in his hair. “Good boy…”
Hector’s mouth kissed down to her crotch. He pressed his tip to her entrance, and with just that small taste, he plunged his tongue hungrily inside. Lenore sucked in a breath and tightened her fingers in his hair.
“Hector…” she breathed.
Hector’s hands gripped the top of her thighs with white knuckles. She tasted divine. Cold as the rest of her body, but sweet on his tongue regardless. He devoured her pussy like it was his last meal, and given what waited for him outside the prison, there was a decent chance it was. So he savored every drop she shed and every moan from her throat.
Lenore licked her lips and bucked her hips, fucking Hector into his head. His tongue was long velvety, caressed inside her with expert precision. He must have done it plenty of times before, and she felt a flare of jealousy before another wave of pleasure washed it away. Who cares about anyone else Hector may have loved. She would be the last he ever gave his heart and body to.
“Fuck,” she groaned. She arched her back and pulled Hector’s head closer by the chain. “Eat me…swallow all of it…”
Hector did. It trickled down his tongue as a sharp climax struck through Lenore’s body. She was getting close, he could feel it. The ways her thighs tightened until they trembled, the glorious pain in his scalp as she pulled at his hair.
But before she could, Lenore suddenly sat up. She pulled Hector’s face up by his hair, forcing his tongue out of her.
“I don’t want it on your tongue,” she said. “I want to finish on your cock.”
Hector’s tongue was dripping with her taste. He wanted to push his head between her legs again, keep savoring her until long after she finished. But his cock was already hard again between his legs and once again couldn’t tell her no.
“Yes, mistress,” he said.
Lenore rolled the chain around her knuckles, then pulled Hector up onto the mattress. He crawled on top of her and they melted together. Grabbing hands, hungry kisses, Hector choking with each tug of his chain. At one point, Lenore lost the top part of her dress and she was left with only the corset pinching her waist. Hector pressed his tongue to her pink nipple and suckled.
Lenore was getting impatient. Her pussy was dripping and throbbing, still wetter from Hector’s tongue. She pulled him by the chain until his face hovered over hers and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Tell me you’re mine,” she said.
She gripped his rear with her free hand, sharp nails pricking into his tender flesh. Hector twitched against the pain, and Lenore pushed his hips to hers.
“I’m yours,” Hector whimpered.
“Say you belong to me.”
Hector slid his cock between her folds and let out a shuddering breath. He was freezing cold, but gripped him with a heavenly vice. She tightened around him, claiming him. Her legs clasped around him, like a boa constrictor around its prey.
“I…belong to you…” he whimpered.
Hector began swerving his hips. Lenore released a long, throaty sigh that made Hector’s heart stutter. His cock was thicker, girthier, than she expected, and fit her as perfectly as if he were made just for her. As if the gods himself has crafted him from stone and sent him to her as her perfect toy.
Lenore pulled on the chain, tightening the collar on Hector’s throat. His breath hitched at the sudden push on his windpipe. He could barely breathe, and yet it only made him move faster. Like if Lenore didn’t cum, she may just suffocate him.
And oh, what a perfect way for him to die.
He shoved deeper inside of her, the chain rattling with each desperate thrust. Lenore moaned as he filled her up, her fangs biting down on her lower lip. Hector moaned and whimpered as if he were in pain, and with his collar so tight, he most certainly was.
“You’re mine,” Lenore sighed. Her head draped back on the bed, her hair fiery around her head, her eyes fluttering. “Only mine.”
“Yes, mistress…” Hector huffed between desperate breaths. He moved his hips at the speed of a dying man drinking water. Yes...I’m yours…Only yours…”
Sweat dripped from his temple, wetting his cheeks and hair. Whatever trance he found himself in all night, it was in full effect now. He wanted nothing more than to feel her cum on his cock, feel her body shudder. Please her, burn for her, slaughter himself at the altar of her pleasure.
It hit them both, like lightning striking twice. The dungeon filled with their sounds, the mattress springs singing underneath them. Lenore’s whole body went limp, except for the fist that gripped Hector’s chain. Even when his hips slowed to a stop, Hector didn’t pull out. He didn’t want to. He could only drape himself on top of her, his mouth to hers.
“I can’t get close enough to you,” he sighed. “I need to live in your skin.”
A bemused smile crept onto Lenore’s face.
“Careful,” she said, petting his hair. “It’s cold in here.”
“Then let me freeze.”
The two curled together under Lenore’s coat. The dungeons suddenly became a quiet place. No guards, no council. Only the vampiress and her lover and the echoes of their breaths on the stone walls.
Eventually, Hector pulled out of her and circled his arms around Lenore’s waist. She pulled his head to her chest and petted his hair. A thick fog of sleepiness fell over both of them. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Hector felt safe. Not just safe. Serene.
Lenore kissed the top of Hector’s head.
“My pet…” she cooed. “My sweet little dog…”
Hector whimpered and nuzzled into his chest. Lenore reached behind his neck to remove the collar, but Hector stopped her.
“Don’t,” he said. “Please. Leave it on.”
“Won’t a chain be uncomfortable to sleep in?” Lenore asked.
Hector shook his head, face buried in her chest. Lenore smiled and wrapped the length of the leash around her knuckles, where they would remain the rest of the night. In the morning he would awake, unable to recall which of them fell asleep first. But Lenore would remember her lover’s voice mumbling in his half-asleep state.
“I’m yours…I’m yours…forever…I’m yours…”
