Vampire Lannabel x Reader drabble
Warnings: Vampire appropriate warnings, a bit innuendo-y 18+ for safety, conflicting feelings of feeling underappreciated, not quite complete... we will see.
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“Don’t struggle, love, you’ll dirty my chemise” She muttered against your neck, causing your breath to stutter and your squirming to come to an aching stop.
She would not indulge you if you upset her, and while lenore was often easier to deal with, she was being of no use now. Downstairs in the tavern area of the inn, finding some suitable lady to bring upstairs for their supper. You were an appetizer, desert if they found themselves in dire need of you.
Annabel’s hair tickled your cheek, she was not nearly as put together as she had been before the wedding, but she made an effort to keep herself tidy looking even still. It was fortunate you were well versed in helping dress and ready her each morning, having served as a maid in her house before being taken by the enigmatic couple.
She sat up, a frown on her face, somehow you had displeased her with merely thinking about something other than her being on top of you. She staddled your hips, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared at you.
“Am I boring you? Should I venture down to meet Lenore in charming some other human?”
You shook your head with more speed then you thought possible, ignoring the strain in the muscle it left behind. “No, Please don’t leave me, mi’lady”
She huffed, tilted her head, one fang poked into her bottom lip, perhaps she was contemplating something, weighing her options. Would she be cruel to you tonight or give into you and herself? Lenore would certainly be unable to resist her desire for your blood, but Annabel held herself at a higher standard of control.
You chose to push your luck, moving to cup her waist gently, testing the waters. She did not move, her assessing gaze remained on your eyes, her cheeks flushing from either desire or embarrassment at your position. You had not been intimate with either of them, they had oth been too afraid that they might hurt you while emotions were high and honestly part of you felt… unwanted.
Annabel knew that as well, it's why she made a point of restraining herself and denying you at times. It was a joy for her to watch you squirm. Lenore was somewhat similar, but with more boyish charm than refined lady-isms.
Lenore would, at times, laugh at you when you acted particularly upset or desperate, she found it endlessly entertaining that she could elicit such feelings in someone. You think it's because your lady Annabel is so good at hiding herself and floating just beneath the surface of showing many of her emotions. Lenore seeks out big reactions from you.
You complete them in that way, Lenore had admitted one night while Annabel was out on a hunt for more money.
“Annabel and I are eachothers, through and through, and you are the thing we keep for moments there is a gap needing to be filled.”
She said it like she was realising halfway through just how selfish it sounded. You minded a little, of course it was hard not to feel like an accessory rather than a valued human- or bloodbag in truth. But at the same time, the idea that you were seen as necessary was enough to work with until you could butter them up to turning you. Making you theirs for eternity. They had already stolen your job and livelihood, snatched you from the Whitlock family home and wished you away on some nomadic heathen tour. What was a side of death when life had already changed beyond repair? When you already nearly belonged to them?