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Oh, woe is me, won't somebody show a poor, shivering thrallbait like me a way to the shelter from this terrible rain? 🥺 My hair is soaked, my white blouse is a see through, and the cute ribbon I tied around my neck feels so cold!
vamp bunny that can’t help but lunge for ur throat every now and then cause they have been staring at ur pulse for a bit too long now and man,,,
i watch you when you think you're alone.
not in the cruel way.
in the aching, starving, hungry-at-the-bone way.
in the way shadows stretch just a little longer when you're naked in the dark.
i collect stolen glances like bruised petals,
hoard your sighs in my ribcage,
and keep your name on the tip of my tongue like a sacrament i’m not supposed to say.
sometimes i brush past you—barely—
just enough to make your skin twitch, your breath hitch,
just enough to leave something behind.
something warm. something wrong. something mine.
i don’t want to hurt you.
unless you ask.
then i’ll carve my name where only you can feel it.
i’m soft.
but strange.
sweet.
but unsettling.
like a kiss with teeth.
like velvet that wraps too tight.
like falling in love with the thing under your bed.
🩸🩸🩸
–Virella
there's something so powerful about letting a vampire feed on you before/during sex and seeing them get aroused and knowing it's your blood in them doing that. when they blush and you can literally see your blood in them... in their dick/clit.... it's everything
Bella blushed deeply as she waited in the lobby. She felt both overdressed and underdressed at the same time. A rich plush velvety dress of crimson with a generous under bustle cascaded from her thin frame and pooled around her. From her bust down there was nothing but thick lined fabric, but it kept everything above open to the elements.
Or to teeth, as would be important that night.
Every time the door to the street opened a gust of winter air blew in and kissed against the bare skin exposed around Bella's collarbone. She shivered tenderly and looked around. A meek sense of being out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb in a mingle of hoodies and sweaters.
Her entire weekend had been spent at a gathering of some importance and an afterparty was being held for a few special and invited individuals in one of the event suites. Madison had received an invite and to she had decided to invite Belladonna as her plus one.
Madison took the time to prepare everything for the night. Granting her sweetling’s fantasy required a lot of moving parts and she needed to make sure the vibe was just right. She adorned herself in a regal blue dress and smoothed her hair back. Make-up was not her typical style, but it was a special occasion and she felt that making her skin pale was all part of the illusion. It also helped her paint her lips a darker shade of red and really pull in the eyes.
Tonight those lips guarded something enticing.
She made her way down the hall and towards the lobby and spotted her darling standing shyly to the side. Arms held out in front of her and gaze looking a little lost and a little afraid. A part of her felt sad for leaving her waiting in such a manner, the other part, the part which was sliding into the role of a ferocious predator, grinned at her prey seeming so vulnerable.
A curtain of red hair bobbed as Bella noticed her girlfriend watching her. She perked up, ready to—
Madison raised a hand and beckoned.
Come to me
The voice echoed in Bella’s ears, no, inside her head. Her grin melted away and her arms fell slack at her side.
Madison beckoned again.
COME TO ME
Bella’s body obeyed. With slow possessed movements she approached her love, mind muting and succumbing to the post-hypnotic trigger that had been set up earlier that weekend.
Madison admired her girlfriend’s freckled face, so animated a moment ago and now a complete blank slate as she glided towards her, hollow expression and soft breath.
“That’s right, my sweet…” Madison husked, raising her hand and stroking her girlfriend’s face. “Very good girl.”
Bella softly whimpered as she nuzzled into the touch, her expression remaining meek and open.
“Not here, my love. Follow me.” Those final two words reverberated within Bella’s heart and soul. She could not do anything but obey. Madison turned and walked at a brisk pace, Bella followed compliantly.
Every step Madison felt an increasing surge of power, knowing her delicate sweetling was helplessly following and was going to submit further still as the evening continued on.
Soon enough they turned a corner and Madison pressed her forearm across Bella’s sternum, pinning her to the wall.
With a squeak of surprise the redhead raised her eyes to meet her girlfriend’s and saw that expression. The one which promised intention. The one that burned through her on evenings when she felt particularly soft and open.
“That’s it, sweetling…” she husked, a smirk teasing the corner of her lips, “Just stare… stare and sink. I’ve got you.”
Bella’s eyes flickered and her body sagged, held entirely by Madison’s pinning pressure. Her head drooped down and was collected by Madison’s spare hand.
“No, no, my love, eyes up here, eyes on me. Only on me. Always on me.” She cooed delicately, waiting for the neck to indicate enough strength to keep that chin from drooping down again. “Good girl. Just lose yourself. I’ve got you.” her hand moved up to gently stroke Bella’s cheek, it burned warm comfort, the increasing blush all but erasing the redheads freckles.
Bella just stared. Energy drained from her body with every passing moment. Her arms hung limply at her sides. The misty pools of Madison’s eyes offered eternity and she could not look away. Somewhere in the corner of her mind she was aware of the praise and could not fight back an unguarded smile. Dopey and delighted.
I’m a good girl.
Madison’s hand, not yet finished, snaked further back into the ginger depths of Bella’s hair and grabbed firm and tight. She was instantly rewarded with a pleasured moan as the sharp sensation rocked the calm pools of Bella’s growing trance.
“Mmm… you like that don’t you?” Madison growled, finding it easy to ride Bella’s reactions to find Top Space and inhabit her role.
The role of a blood sucker.
“Present yourself for me.” she commanded firmly. Her words a sharp whip that cracked deep within Bella’s mind.
She need not do anything. Madison’s hand tilted her neck to show off that bounty of skin that Bella’s outfit offered.
She paused a moment. Recalling the safeties discussed in preparing this scene for the evening. If Bella needed to safeword she would be compelled to. This was a good moment to offer a beat to remind her that option was always on the table.
The moment passed.
Madison pulled in, clamping a harsh kiss to Bella’s neck. To Madison it was a passionate display of affection. To the hypnotized Bella it was a vampire’s kiss, powerful, seductive, sharp and with a flood of mind melting ecstasy to ensure that the “victim” was pacified by the embrace.
Bella whined out sharply, her voice cracking right into Madison’s hair, recoiling in shuddering gasps of breath. Her limp and empty limbs rejuvenated as she clamped a tight hug around her girlfriend, desperately hanging to her, trying to pull her in closer, something– anything to keep this moment engaged just a few moments more. Actions bidden by something more primitive than thought.
But the vampire’s kiss continued to hold its sway on both mind and body of the prey and those whimpers died into gasping breaths and the tension of the hold evaporated once more until there was nothing holding Bella up but Madison.
Ending the embrace, Madison set her up against the wall and whispered tenderly in her ear.
“Good pet.”
She took in a breath and looked her partner up and down.
“I suppose, for tonight— and tonight only– that’s going to be Good Thrall, isn’t it sweetling?”
Bella swayed on the spot, her eyes blinking in and recovering from the powerful emotional charge of the embrace.
“...’s miss…” she whispered gently.
“Oh, my love, after all the begging you did to make this moment happen? I’m sure you can do better than that.” As Madison finished her statement she tugged on Bella’s wrist and with a gasp she fell down to her knees, staring up at her partner in all her regal splendor. Her wrist dangling limp in her grasp.
“Please Miss! Please! Please enthrall me! Please put me under your spell!” Bella cried out in desperation, her voice quivering with an aching need. A far cry from the whispered consent she had given a moment ago.
“Are you certain, sweetling? This is no small thing you ask. I know you understand that.”
Bella nodded feverishly, kneeling tall and rigid, eyes shimmering with desire.
“We discussed this in detail and I want you to know that it is temporary, that I am not the only one who holds a piece of your beautiful heart and that you know where Home is. Even still. Will you still be mine tonight? Will you accompany me to the ball?”
“Yes, Miss! Please Miss, I want to be yours, I want to be a thrall, please!”
Madison couldn’t fight the smirk that the pleading brought her, it was one thing to have this desire shot at her. It was another to know that she had Donna’s blessing. That was a trust that she needed to honor.
“And you understand that this is for tonight and tonight only, sweetling?”
“Yes Miss!” Bella cried out weakly, her body near enough vibrating from her pent up yearning.
“And nothing from tonight will linger but memories– and you will remember everything that happens tonight, won’t you sweetling?”
“Yes, Miss! Please, Miss! Please drink my blood. Please make me your thrall!”
With a grin, Madison raised Bella’s unresisting wrist to her lips. “As you wish.” she whispered, emulating one of Donna’s favorite lines.
Once lips made contact to wrist, Bella let out another whimper and allowed her body to convulse into a more prone position, her shuddering breaths echoing just as powerfully as when Madison had been attacking her neck.
The post-hypnotic suggestions set up earlier in the weekend took root and Bella’s blood was set on fire by the vampyric magic that Madison possessed. The bond, the blood-pact, the ritual was compelling and corrupting further and further with each moment. Madison rode the wave of Bella’s reactions, pushing more pressure in her wrist whenever she seemed to calm down into accepting the suggestion, pushing the reactions just for a few more moments.
But the moment could only be milked for so much and eventually Madison returned the wrist, limp and lifeless, to Bella’s side before collecting her face and framing it.
“Still with me, sweetling?”
“Yes Miss” Bella slurred, a little drunk on euphoria.
Madison pulled her own wrist close to her partner’s lips. “Then reciprocate, love.”
Bella did as she was told and kissed the exposed wrist and felt the spell complete, her mind bound entirely by the pact. Her eyes firmly blinked as she felt the wave of emotion cascade through her. Everything felt light and pink.
“Rise, my thrall.” she firmly commanded.
Madison’s thrall complied, eyes wide at the visage of her Miss. The most perfect creature that had ever existed.
She had loved her Miss before and she had given her mind to her on so many occasions, this was different. Through the eyes of a thrall she could witness no imperfection, she could feel nothing but love and obedience. She was now an extension of Madison’s will.
Madison took a step back and admired the transformation that had taken place. She was no stranger to seeing her partner succumb to a complete change in affect. Most of the time she got a sense of a change in the interactions and moods. This was still Bella, adoring and submissive. It was just amplified. Beyond what she had expected.
Placing her hands delicately before her, she raised her shoulders high and kept her head straight, waiting patiently for her instructions. All the while her eyes remained glued to her vampire.
“Oh my love…” she sighed, shaking her head. “You are such a good girl.” Bella bobbed up on her heels with the most delighted grin before performing a seemingly choreographed curtsey.
“Thank you, Miss.” her voice was honey sweet, more so than usual, her motions were fluid and yet stiff at the same time, like all the imperfections of balance, breathing, hesitation and inexperience had been erased. It was enough to make Madison briefly wonder if her perception had been bespelled too.
“Follow me.” she commanded, taking the lead. Bella moved in her shadow, her posture remaining the prim and proper poise of an attendant, “Just stick with me. I know you won’t know everyone there. All you need to do is focus on me. I won’t let you leave my side.”
Bella nodded, it was a relief to hear. Just as Madison had not expected this level of compliance with the spirit of the suggestion, she had not expected to feel so far from her previous state. It was almost like being lost in a role. She was aware of who she was. But her mind was much more drawn to what she was.
She was Madison’s.
She was claimed.
Something about that felt so wonderful.
Soon enough the door opened and Madison lead Bella in to a modest suite. A number of others were already sitting amongst themselves and talking. In a corner, one lady played with another’s hair and whispered in to her ear, to their side another vampire sat with their thrall positioned as a human footstool.
Bella’s eyes did not waiver to those distractions. All she saw was Madison. Perfect and powerful Madison. The idea that there was a world outside of her will or presence was hardly a concern. Her Miss was with her and she was on display.
After enough steps, Madison came to a close and gave her own curtsy “Good evening, My Lady.” she spoke softly.
The person Madison was speaking to, Bella did know, but within the fiction of her reality she could only regard this person as Madison’s Sire. The vampire who had gifted her the ability to share the embrace and claim thralls; thralls such as Bella.
Even the powerful vampire that lorded over her Miss was flawed in the eyes of a thrall. She would obey Lady’s commands, should they come, but only as a matter of obeying Miss. She represented Miss. She needed to be as Perfect as Miss was.
Madison took a seat and Bella stood to her side and in a practiced motion gathered the length of her dress and pooled it around her as she sank to her knees, sitting upright and proper.
Madison’s hand idly found Bella’s head and began to pet.
Bella just looked up. Love wrapping around her every thought and action. A pink haze invaded her mind and at its heart was just Madison. Miss. The one who owned her for the night.
Bella bristled with pride and remained prim and proper. Aware of the activity of the party and yet completely isolated from it.
“I’d like to steal a few seconds with you, if I can.” The Lady asked her own thrall, eyeing her as much of a prize as Madison had seen Bella as.
“I can’t tonight, but promise we will later.” Madison firmly said, “I have to keep an eye on this one. She was entrusted to my care and I intend to return her better than I found her.”
Bella quivered as the gravity of that statement broke through the spell. Madison was prioritizing their scene over engaging at the party. She wanted to cry. Crying would not make her Miss look good though, so she calmed the tidal wave within her heart.
Others came to sit in the area and Madison engaged eagerly, hand still lingering on Bella’s shoulder or head, never letting her feel excluded or ignored.
“Look at her, pet, that is how a well trained thrall behaves. You could learn a thing or two.” Bella overheard at a point, reigniting the pride of service and confirming that she was obeying her role, to make Miss look good by being good.
“Thrall, your wrist.” Madison commanded out of the blue, and Bella offered it without hesitation.
“Here, Miss. Please accept my offering.”
Madison drank again and the room was filled with the moans and whimpers of the thrall as wave after wave of ecstasy hit.
Bella normally shied away from such public displays and yet Miss Madison’s Thrall seemed perfectly content. The louder she cried out the better she made Miss seem. That was what she desired.
Demonstrations of power were exchanged, with Bella performing a curtsy and introducing herself as Miss Madison’s perfect attendant. The word just appeared on her tongue without checking in with her mind first.
Madison got to enjoy some quality time with her Lady and all too soon the party was over. Madison drew herself to height and beckoned for Bella to do the same and lead her away.
“All good things must come to an end, I’m afraid.” Madison sighed as they reached the hotel room, “In a few moments I’ll return you to normal. But first… you have more than earned this, my wonderful thrall.”
She slipped a bracelet on to Bella’s unresisting hand, the piece was connected by a rock that contained flecks of red.
“Consider it to contain a drop of my Vitae, thrall.” Madison announced, silently congratulating herself for remembering the tabletop term for vampire blood, “You are going to return to my lovely sweetling. You’ll only give your heart and mind to me should you chose it and you’ll shine in all your brilliant facets again. Tonight has been lovely. Should you wish to get a surge of this feeling you feel right now, hold your hand to the stone and feel a connection to this memory.”
She beamed brightly and embraced her partner, firm and powerful.
“I am so pleased with you, sweetling. Thank you.”
Bella responded the only way she could, “I am pleased to serve, Miss.”
Madison smiled and shook her head. “Then when I kiss your forehead you’ll slip into trance and when you wake up, tonight will be a lovely memory with no programming lingering.”
Bella nodded joyfully, “I understand, Miss. Thank you for tonight.”
“Was it everything you hoped for?”
“Yes, Miss! And so very much more. It was magical.”
“Thank you, sweetling.” Madison smiled before moving in and pressing her lips to Bella’s forehead.
And with that, she surrendered to gravity and fell in to Madison’s arms.
It truly had been a magical night.
Bit of a time skip ;)
I want you to hold me close and whisper how I'm yours, my body is against the wall with my back arched and butt pressed against you. Your soft and sweet lips near my ear telling me how delicious I look.
I just hide my face in my arms as I feel you grind against me.
-🌹
Oh, sweet rose…
You press yourself to me like a prayer, and I—devout as ever—answer with my mouth to your ear, voice dripping honey and poison.
"You are mine," I’d whisper, while my breath ghosts down your neck.
"You were made to melt beneath me, weren’t you? Built to tremble when I so much as breathe too close."
And when you bury your face in your arms, trying to escape—
I’ll just laugh, low and fond, grinding in tighter. There is no away from me. Only deeper.
You should know by now, sweet thing. I don’t take.
I consume.