If there was one good thing for my new job, where I had to move to a rural city—it was the fact that now I could walk straight to the office. More advantages also came in the form of passing through various grocery stores to go to and a lot of dining places for me to pick, just depending on what type of food I was in the mood for.

The office I worked at also luckily, wasn’t the type to insist everyone to work late. As long as you finished your own work, you could go home on time. Of course, that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be someone else trying to offload their work at you or anything else like that.

In a smaller office like this, people… were used to this kind of thing. Small office politics, of giving and accepting ‘help’. Of course, as a newbie, I also had to help more than asking for help, but that was alright. So far, I only ended up having to do overtime until seven, which was bad, but not as bad as back then. I shuddered, remembering my stress and the feeling of having no free time at all to myself. Having to stay until ten or later… Nope, I didn’t want to do that to myself ever again, if that was even possible.

No matter. This time I would ensure it went better. I didn’t want to let myself be swallowed by too many works, I would keep firm boundaries—and if they ended up firing me? That would be easy, I just needed to find a new place to work at. I didn’t think I could survive another few months of having no life except for what my work demanded out of me, if I was honest.

Those were what I was thinking to do, but a few months in—one of my coworkers, the one who I was vaguely starting to befriend, begged me with tears in her eyes. I should refuse, I knew her workload was still a lot, I would end up late. Not merely two hours, but would even reach midnight easily depending on how I worked.

“I’m really, really sorry for this, Franka. I really didn’t want to ask your help but… my child is sick, and my husband is still overseas because of his own work…” She whimpered, a few tears leaking out of the side of her eyes. Yeah, those looked too genuine to be a fake.

Forcing myself to plaster a smile over my face, I patted her back awkward, trying to calm her down. “Yeah, that’s okay. Go on home, I’ll finish everything. Just don’t forget the favor, yeah?” I cajoled her, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

It seemed to work, if the smile she shot my way was any consolation. Still wobbly, of course. But that was okay, compared to the nothing she had just moments ago. “Yeah. Thank you again.” She whispered, her voice still a little hoarse.

I gave her a little nod, just as an acknowledgment. Letting her to finally pack her stuff up, moving as fast as possible to go back to her place. Now I just needed to focus on my own work, and the extra ones dropped on me. Luckily, she had done most of the annoying ones, leaving only data entry and exhaustive type of works on me—but meant I didn’t have to occasionally call her for it.

Everyone knew how to enter the data, just that it was all divided pretty equally, so everyone never really forgot it.

I didn’t mind, it was mind-numbing, but simple. Stretching my body a little bit, I smiled and get down to work, letting my focus narrowing down to the computer and my work.

Somehow, I finished everything a little faster than I thought, what with the clock still putting 11:24 PM on the corner of my screen. I turned off the computer first before starting to stretch my body, happily listening to the way all of my joints were popping. I had started to hunch as I focused more and more, and now with it all done, it was always good to do something to stop all the stiffness from settling in.

Once the computer had finished shutting itself down, I went to do the usual—turning things off, from the lights and any other computers that might still be on. Locking the windows and doors too. Everything got checked, and I ran off the list I had written in my phone to remind myself.

‘Etiquette for When You are the Last One in the Office’. Just everything my boss and others had complained about, so I could avoid incensing as many people as I could, especially when I avoided doing too many overtime. I knew a few people weren’t happy with my choice, but this should have helped, probably.

At long last, I was finally walking back to my apartment, leaving the office behind me. I yawned too while walking, my mind was already back in my place, thinking of the hot water I would use to relax my muscles, and that I could reheat one of my already-cooked food to feed myself—yeah, those thoughts were what I used to encourage myself.

It worked, if I was honest. Just the thought of steaming white rice with some delicious stew, everything just so, so hot in my mouth as I chewed and gulped them all—I could feel my stomach rumbling already, its current state of emptiness an affront of how it should be.

Hmm, maybe I could also check one of the convenience stores too. Surely they had something I could perhaps use to garnish my dinner, or just a nice drink that would be perfect when combined with a stew.

But before I could have gone elsewhere, could have done something about any of the feelings digging its way into my chest—I heard it.

An ear-splitting shriek, echoing so loudly in the almost silent town. My eyes were immediately wide as my head jerked to where I thought the source had come from.

I should leave. I didn’t even have any sort of self-defense weapon—and yet. The thought of just leaving while knowing something was happening within the alleys was abhorrent to me. It was a betrayal to myself, and before I could have stopped myself, I had power walked to where I heard the scream from.

The first alley I peeked into didn’t have anyone, so I walked a little further, to the second—and jackpot. A stranger was being pressed against the wall by someone else, their face completely obscured by the massive trenchcoat they were wearing. The victim meanwhile was trashing, attempting to push the culprit over and over again, but whoever they were, they had strength.

They weren’t budging at all, and I immediately grasped one of the rocks littering in the alley. This place always had something on the floor, whether it was on the floor and a pile of trashbags, or just—anything, really. This time there was a decently sized rock, around my fist.

I grasped it tightly, before walking into the narrow alleyway. It wasn’t tight, still wide enough I could walk with ease. But the fact the buildings on the sides were really tall, throwing the alley into hidden shadows… I felt as if I was claustrophobic, my breathing becoming harder even as I tried to ignore it. My skin crawled, but I need to step forward, to hit this creep—their head was lowering toward the crook of the victim’s neck, and whoever the victim was, their struggle was ceasing as well. Slowly becoming weaker and weaker until it would eventually become no more.

I managed to reach right behind the assailant, and even though I hadn’t heard any other words from the victim—I lifted my hand up, about to just slam it down to their head—

When they turned around. As if they knew I was behind them so suddenly, and throwing my focus off completely. The blood-red eyes sucked my attention so completely I barely even knew my grip had loosened, the sound of rock falling back onto the ground barely registering at the edge of my attention.

Everything of me couldn’t help but be suckered into staring, into looking deep into this person’s—her? Eyes. So wonderful, the red so dark and deep I had no choice but to try looking, to mine deeper than what was I could see outside. Because it sang to me, a croon that promised so, so many secrets as long as I keep looking. Let the notes curl all around me…

“I’m surprised that you went here in chase of that scream. Not scared that was an attempt to fish a victim?” Her voice was silky smooth, slotting nicely between the wonders of her eyes. She sounded amused, as if what just happened was merely an everyday thing for her, that I wasn’t helplessly within the grip of her power, whatever it was.

I shouldn’t answer, right? But she was wonderful, and I should be able to trust her. The colors said so, her tone also agreed and said the same.

“Had to. If not… I can’t live with myself.” My voice sounded muzzy, but the truth still came out of me. I couldn’t even try to hold it back, the intention somehow not even able to form. Of course, there were fear at the back of my mind at the way I was acting, but it felt like it was so far away, as if the feeling wasn’t connected at all to my body. Only my brain, my thoughts, which wasn’t even fully controllable.

“Heh, not fully selfless after all—but I guess it’s selfless, in a way.” She was smiling, and the approval filled my stomach like chicken soup warming my soul while I was wracked with fever. There was also something odd there in her mouth, the way her teeth looking a little sharper than most people did. I wasn’t certain if I was merely hallucinating it all, or it was true, however. Especially as she continued to talk, and it was easier to just listen and not trying to think. “Mm, stay there for now, okay? Let your mind sink further into my words, and keep my eyes firmly in your mind. Can you do that for me?”

I thought for a moment, keeping my eyes affixed upon hers, those color so alike to fresh blood. It was all encompassing, drowning me within its thick, cloying liquid as my words were slowly consumed. My thoughts slowly eroded away as I stood there, letting her do whatever she wished.

A nod was easy to give, in the end.

“Good girl.” She said, sending more warmth running in my stomach, a heady feeling I couldn’t really parse when I was like this.

I could only stand here, watching without many feelings, as she turned back around to the previous victim who I was trying to save. The victim, one who I noted as another woman, was still standing, but she seemed… dazed. Standing still, not reacting until the assailant stood back in front of her and touching her head gently.

Then, and only then, did I see the victim’s eyes fluttering closed, as if the single touch had given her some sort of pleasure running across her nerves. A part of me yearned too, as I found out that the thoughts that were left alone were those that thought of the assailant positively. Wherever I thought this situation might not be too bad. Good, even.

A shiver ran down my body, especially as my thoughts were slowly being slid away from thinking this was all bad, into something good. I was just not having an understanding before.

The sound of a gasp coming from the victim, of the wet sound of something being gulped, being sucked away—my mind might be slow right now, but without any more commands, even the crimson eyes in my mind couldn’t stop me from thinking further.

The realization that she was, perhaps, a real life vampire, came late. Only when the assailant turned around, smiling, and I could definitely see the way blood colored her mouth. The sharp fangs glinted underneath the moon’s light, a reminder that she wasn’t a human, even if she looked like one.

I couldn’t even focus on the victim as the vampire stalked closer, her body looming over mine with my body slowly hunching with every step she took. My eyes looked upward, against the vampire’s own.

She looked satisfied. Happy, even. The blood had to be filling, and I wasn’t sure what the twisting feelings in her stomach meant.

“So it’s time for the two of us to have a little talk, shall we?” Her voice continued to be sweet and hypnotic, pouring honey right into my mind. I shuddered, not even sure what she wanted to know. Her hand felt cold against my cheek, and I didn’t know when she had come close. “I have taken my fill for now, so unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to take it from you…”

Her disappointment filled me, choking me as if I was the one at fault. It felt like a tide had slammed onto my body, screaming and telling me that I should have found a way to make myself useful for her anyway. Those thoughts were wrong, and yet I barely managed to push it away, the crimson eyes never leaving my mind.

It was hard to hold onto the confusion that I shouldn’t be good to the vampire, so many parts of me, from my thoughts to the eyes, seemingly decided that she was to be followed. That she was everything to me, someone who made me into who I was now.

That didn’t seem right, but I didn’t even have anything in my mind to fight against the allegation. Everything else had been drowned away, taken by the red that filled my mind.

“But that’s alright, we can do something else. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” She tilted my head to look up, to let myself peer into the same crimson eyes that had stayed inside my thoughts. They were renewed, and I knew I couldn’t find a way to get away. Not as long as she was there with me.

I nodded, because there wasn’t any other answers she wanted. Not because I, myself, wanted it—but was there any difference? The color crooned, and her voice blanketed me. There was nothing else except for them, for her.

“You shall come here again next week, at this same time. Then, and only then, I will be able to feed from you.” I found my body shuddering as I listened to the way she spoke, to the delight suffusing every word she had. She wanted me, and it was so wonderful. “You won’t remember what happened here, in this alley… but you’ll find yourself excited with the thoughts of having your bloods be sucked, taken by your betters.”

I moaned, because pleasure wrapped around me now. The imagination easily struck me, covering me completely in its promise. I could so easily think of it, of the vampire’s fangs piercing my skin, going into my flesh to let the blood flowing free. To give her sustenance by giving her my life.

It was the most wonderful, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Good girl.” She cooed, giving me more caress beyond the praising she had done. My mind continued to melt, and I couldn’t find it within me to care. “Now it is time for you to forget.”

A snap of fingers, and I knew no more.

After that one incredible overtime, I barely remembered what had happened in the night, only awakening the next day while being hungry, starving even—I found myself finding different things to read at night. I usually only read some sweet, fluffy story of my latest obsession, preferring to read them finally gaining their happy endings someway or another.

But recently… I found my cheeks flushing as I opened one of the older smut I skipped, despite the content being about my favorite pairing. I thought that blood would be squick to read, considering their iron taste and smell. But this author—My cheeks darkened with every word I read, at the masterful way she weaved the way Theia carefully showing her love to Flora, the way she pulled Flora to look into her eyes…

It was somehow easy to let myself sink into Flora’s way of mind. To just let myself be under someone else’s touch, as they demanded for you to give her your blood—life. The life flowing beneath my skin, flowing within my arteries and veins.

After all, I was hers and she was my Mistress.

I moaned softly as I reached my peak, my whole body shuddering as I threw my phone somewhere on the bed. At the end of it, I was barely even thinking about the whole fic itself, just—a daydreaming of what could happen.

This whole thing was weird, but I would chalk it down to merely having my taste change. I probably would move to another kink soon enough, but for now—this was good, and I could spend so much time merely indulging it. When I was focused on a kink like this, I knew I could just read so many other things. No need to know the fandom, just… read.

And so I did.

Every night I read more and more of them, vicariously devouring every one of them, as long as they were good. Or even when they are merely decent. Who cared? As long as it was enough, I couldn’t help but find myself constantly thinking of myself as the victim. Being hypnotized. Having my blood sucked. Owned so utterly, I wished to offer my blood over and over again—I moaned again at the thought, finding myself relishing in the safety of it all merely happening in my imagination. Where I knew for sure the vampire loved and cared for me so, so much.

The words and imagination all dug deep into me, as I let myself spiral over the week.

Not forever, of course. I kept to myself the best I could during work, being good to my coworkers until it was time for me to go home. No matter what I did during the night, I couldn’t let it disturb myself at day. That was the only rule I placed on myself, especially as I recognized the way I was starting to let my hand creep into my phone at the day, reading more stories with vampires even during lunchbreak.

But today—no, tonight was terrible. I barely managed to focus on my work, my mind somehow kept running back to another fic to read. So I ended up having to overtime, trying to pull my focus back on the work itself. It wasn’t easy, not really.

More akin to pulling on a feral dog that wanted to eat the meat elsewhere.

Maybe that was a bad metaphor, but that was the only thing in my mind. My desire pushed me to look elsewhere, thinking of something else, while my responsibility grabbed my head and back to my work.

I typed and typed, brain turning to mush, slowly but surely.

After all, work was always the most boring part of the day.

Finishing work was hard, terrible even. But at least I managed to, and before midnight had come. I walked through the empty street, glad for the silence and slightly cool air. Not so cold that I had to wear a jacket or something, but it soothed the tiredness in my muscles. My brain was sputtering too… I would read something before sleep tonight, I would think.

Or maybe I would just end up falling asleep. The bed was like a siren song, calling for me, so I would fall on top of it and…

I shook my head, dispelling all the weird imagination running around in my head. Probably just tired, your head always done you funny when that happened. I let my feet walk, certain that it would know where to go.

When my shoes crunched sand was when I finally refocused back to the present, eyes widening at the realization that I was stopping at an alley’s entrance for some godforsaken reason. I frowned, but didn’t really think anything was amiss as I peered into the darkness—tonight’s the sky was cloudy, covering the miniscule light coming from the moon. None of the streetlamps were aimed into the alley too, so there wasn’t anything, not really.

I squinted a few times, but there was nothing jumping out at me, so… I turned around, about to just continue my walk back to my apartment. Soon, I could just rest. Maybe I should stop reading as much fic as I was doing recently—

A hand grasped mine, pulling me. Making me stumble as I opened my mouth—a scream forming in the back of my throat. Another hand, cold against my skin, slammed against my mouth. Forcing it into a choked gasp that wouldn’t even be heard out of the alley.

I struggled against the grip, feeling it tightening instead for every fight I gave. “Sssh, stop struggling.” Her whisper was sweet, saccharine and poisonous. I couldn’t help but be drowned within it, especially as she said it right next to my ear.

My mind slowed down, bringing my body with it. The struggles were flowing out of me, and even when I managed, they were always weaker than the one before. I moaned softly, the heat and desire and want all bubbling inside me. This scenario, this moment… they all combined to remind me of the stories I had been reading. The one that made me so aroused and hot.

Something was wrong, for sure. But the ability to do that was no longer in my hands, all I could do was groan and gasp, grinding my body against my assailant’s body. She was slipping her hands under my clothing now as well, caressing and groping wherever she wished. Her cold body was wonderful against my heated one, and it was all leaving me more intoxicated than not.

I wanted more. My mind could only beg for it, with my brain so full of desire, taking over everything else. The more she continued, the more pleasure melted my brain until my whole body was taut with tension. All with wants… I needed it all. I was nearly there, and I could only beg. I didn’t even know what I was blabbing about, what came out of my mouth. All I knew was that I need her to let me reach the peak, until I was undone and unraveled and could only think of nothing.

But she was a cruel Mistress. She took her hands away, turning me around so I had no choice but to look at her instead, back into those eyes that drowned me within it. Those beautiful red, one I was certain I had seen before.

Before, in the past. And yet the memory seemed elusive, unobtainable.

“Please.” I sobbed, begging straight to her face. Maybe this time she would like it more, she would find that my pleading look would be better than anything else.

“What will you give for that, little pet?” Condescension dripped out of her words, but it didn’t make me angry or disgusted, no. I didn’t even understand, but all I found was my body loved it. I was shuddering, my eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure running all across my body. “I can take anything right now, but… I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you are willing to sacrifice, pet.”

I wanted to say that the better question would be, was there anything I wasn’t willing to sacrifice? I somehow couldn’t think of any. If she took it, then that was her rights. My whole mind was all the way twisted now, and I knew it. And yet… and yet as I looked at this woman, all I knew was that she deserved it all.

“You know the answer already, didn’t you?” Her voice continued to poison me to the core, as I looked into her wonderful eyes, the ruby, crimson and glinting under the moon. Everything about me was drowning, unable to find any supports to keep myself. All I was, was slowly being ground underfoot, destroyed merely by her powers. She didn’t even need to speak, as I broke myself. “Yes… you know of it. Tell me.”

The words were stressed out, and that was what broke the stalemate in my brain. The one that made me not answer for a while—it was just an attempt to rebel. I didn’t even realize, so far under, I had been. “Everything. Please.” Break me. Destroy me. I couldn’t say it out loud, and yet I was certain she could see it all.

“Your body will continue to feel more aroused, to feel better when you are with me. Whenever you are around me… there’s nothing else you can do. Just a ball of desire, slowly forming and twisting inside you until you can’t do anything else except focusing on it. Wanting to reach the peak.” Her words were sweet this time. More akin to a poisonous honey than anything else, if you asked me. But… I love it, I found my body shivering and trembling as I listened attentively.

Warmth and heat, after all, was raising like what she had said, what she had told me. I didn’t even know it was possible, despite reading about this kind of things these past few days. Did I crave the stories because of this?

“You can only reach what you wanted, to reach that wonderful peak… when I feed on you. When my fangs pierced your wonderful skin, allowing your blood to well out. Not if you are wounded. Only, and only when I wanted it.”

There was delight mixing in her words, and all I could do was shiver upon the realization. Because I wanted what she had said, even though I wasn’t sure I would have wanted it before.

“Did I…did you do this?” I whimpered, managing to somehow build enough of myself to ask that question. Not because it was any good idea, no. If I was smarter, I would say that I would try to find a way to make her let me go. What I did instead was satisfy my curiosity, even as it would doom me further.

She smirked, her fangs glinting easily under the moonlight.”Of course, dearie. You are so adorable, trying to save her… but now you are just another victim, all ready for me to plunge my teeth into, drinking your blood until my stomach is full.”

The very thought that she would do that to me, drinking until I could only whimper and beg for her to leave me some. Those thoughts sent arousal through my body, spiking through my brain. It was all I could do to fight the wonderful pleasure, to choke down any moans that threatened to come out of my throat.

With the way the vampire’s smirk became a touch wider, I doubted I managed well.

Still, she caressed my chin, before slowly tilting my head. Making me show off my neck, baring it toward her so she could use it for anything she wished. That action was wonderful, making my head heady with want. Yes, I didn’t give her permission, but—did it matter? She took it from me, and if she asked me, I would have said yes anyway.

Her mouth pressed gently against the side of my neck, and the pressure made me moan, pleasure sending sparks across my body. My stomach was tight, and everything was all so bright and wonderful in my head. I tried to grin against her, even if I knew it would do nothing except made me crave more. “Please.” I whimpered, wanting to grasp her, and yet none of my limbs felt like it was working right.

I was merely a doll under her hold, being placed, posed however she enjoyed. That sent more thrill through my body, even as I relaxed to place myself further under her touch. Her control. It was so much better than what I had been doing beforehand.

She scraped her fangs against my neck, sending sparks across my nerves, as if lightning had raced across them. Not so strong it became painful, but enough to consume my focus, until everything was pinpointed to it and nothing else. Only her.

Then.

She pierced my neck, and I knew heaven.

I cum right then and there, fire and lightning both filling me. I could think of nothing. I only knew nothing. Everything else was wiped away until only pleasure was left. She drank my life, my blood, and the sensation merely sent me insensate.

I didn’t know how long she did it, sucking, gulping down each drop. Lightheadedness chased me, making it hard to keep my eyes open. I could only gasp and pant, barely able to, somehow managing to grip her. Pleasure still coursed through every part of my body, leaving me in the present of wonders and desire.

When she finally let me go, her mouth going away from the crook of my neck, I wasn’t really all up there in the head. Just blank and empty, heart pumping to let out more blood for her to drink. Wanting her to do it again and again, because the pleasure was so wonderful.

Addicting, even.

“You taste so, so sweet.” She whispered, and I could faintly hear the note of pride within them.

She liked my blood. That realization made me feel warm, stomach twisting in a way that made me flush deeper. “T-Thank you.” I managed to croak out, my body had long since been within her arms, my legs having no strength to keep myself up any longer.

“Such a good girl. I don’t even need to do much, and you are just falling all over yourself to have me take you, aren’t you?” She laughed, and the sound was like a wonder in my ears. Especially when I nodded, the blush reddening my cheeks further in embarrassment. “It’ll be so lovely to have you stay in my house… what do you think?”

One of her hands had come upward, gently rubbing around my neck. A soft pressure that made me think of an accessory, one that would show I was owned. My throat felt dry upon that realization, as if I thought she would be pulling out the wonderful item sometime soon.

Her grin was wide as she saw my reaction, at the way I whimpered out my want and dripping all over the alley. “You are so easy, pet.” Fondness had entered her words, and I enjoyed the way she referred to myself. Despite never thinking I would enjoy it—somehow, with her on top of me, I found myself loving it. “I don’t tend to offer this to my prey but… Do you want to come to my place in the future? The alley really is no place for a little cute thing like you.”

I shuddered in her touch. “Yes please, Mistress.” I whispered, my mind still full of fog and wants. Perhaps even begging for more—but I knew better than that.

“Then come to my place when you want it, and we’ll see how to turn this even more permanent.” She grinned, and I moaned softly in response. I could still feel the throb on the crook of my neck, as well, each one following the beat of my heart, one that had beat just a little faster at her declaration. She whispered at me where her address was, and despite the fact my mind was still completely addled, I completely carved it in my mind.

I could imagine it already. Her putting a collar on my neck when I arrived there, attaching it to a leash for her to use on me… I pressed my thighs together, knowing for sure that I was incredibly wet down there. Even wetter than before.

She then picked me up, whispering and asking me where I lived at for now—and despite a part of me still thinking she was dangerous, I could only do one thing. And that was rattling off my address.

We left together, me, a little mussed and dirty, all the while being completely under her hold.

It was wonderful, and I let my eyes close in relaxation. She didn’t feel warm, but she didn’t need to. I still felt safe, especially as she whispered how she would ensure no one else could take me.

“You will be such a wonderful pet, I’m sure of it. But… I will only take who wants it.”

The next day came so cruelly, without caring of all the discovery I had yesterday. The vampire had left me at my apartment, whispering that I could call her Mistress instead of anything else—and I did at the end. Flushing and begging at her to stay with me. Everything was so wonderful yesterday, my stomach still fluttering with the thought of what had happened.

The crook of my neck wasn’t even in pain, despite the fact I could feel the wound throbbing in accordance to the beat of my heart.

I looked into the bathroom’s mirror, somehow feeling reassured that I could still see myself. Well, it wasn’t like Mistress had offered to turn me into a vampire, but… you never know, right? Not like I wanted to be one, my thought constantly running to beg her to suck my blood again.

I pushed the thoughts away, the knowledge that I had been mind controlled to like it was—I hated it. At the same time, I couldn’t help but love it, yearning and wishing she had done more to me. It would have been lovely, it would have been wonderful. If only she just brought me to her home…

My thighs pressed against one another at the very idea, for I knew I would have broken myself to pieces if that had happened. To beg and grovel right on her feet, until she gave me what I wanted, or just—anything else, really. As long as she was okay, I would do anything so she would give me another hit of her using me. Not merely as a bloodbag, but so many…

If she only wanted me to be a bloodbag? That would be fine too. Losing my mind, finding my thoughts just falling out of my brain into my pussy and dripping out of me—that wasn’t what she had done to me, but I could feel a stir of arousal through my body even at those thoughts.

And those weren’t merely what she had given me, I was sure. A few of these… I wanted it as well, begging and pleading for it.

No. I was letting my pussy do all my thinking. I should… just forget this all. Focus on my work and everything else.

So, I tried to do it. Forget what had happened back then in the alley, focusing on my routine and work. Let life go on.

That would have worked in the past, before I knew the pleasure of her touch. Before she fed on me, using me as the source of her food—even now, despite the fact days had passed, I could feel a shiver passing through my body. The desire was blooming inside me, wanting and begging for her to come back to me.

But she had asked me to come to her. It was cruel and yet… that was the only way to fulfill this sinful wish inside of me.

My productivity suffered, what with the way I found myself just drowning in my own imagination. I didn’t wish to face the real life, where she wasn’t right there in front of me. So I could only turn into my own thoughts, letting myself be suffering in them, all just to get a little taste of her. I knew it was so wrong, and yet… I needed it.

Even my coworkers noticed in merely a day, with the one I had helped before coming and talked with me worriedly. She had seen the way I was acting, more corpse than people with will and mind, and so ended up worrying over me. I reassured her, but it cinched it in my mind—I would have to go and see Mis—the vampire soon.

Otherwise, I would end up breaking myself, I was sure.

If I ended up hers afterward? I would count it as a positive ending.

Only when I had arrived at the address, staring at the mansion inside the fence, did I find my brain started working again. I didn’t even realize that the city had a place for people with more money than sense, but it was no wonder that a vampire was rich.

They would have been living since hundreds of years ago, and so, able to stockpile money from then. Then the money would just continue to pile up until they used modern technologies to grow them even further, until they had more money than they knew what to do with. That was the only thing running in my mind.

Oh, the mansion itself wasn’t one of the biggest I ever saw, of course. If I looked up online, I was sure I could have an easy time to find somewhere even bigger, where the garden would have been as big as ten football fields combined. This one… was more modest, where people could have walked in and would arrive at the entrance after a moment of walking.

I wished I could have said that I just pressed the doorbell and walked through the fence, but when I was about to press it… I found myself uncertain. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk back from my decision, and yet, the thought of never feeling that wonderfulness of Mistress sucking my blood out of me again—I couldn’t live without it.

My finger plunged inside, pressing the doorbell.

The speaker crackled soon after, and I knew she had some sort of security camera checking outside, despite not seeing any. “Oh? I see you have decided to come. Welcome in, pet.” Her voice was a wonder, sending shivers down my spine and made me wish that I could have knelt and begged in front of her.

Not right now, I knew that. It was so hard to keep that in mind, though, especially as the entrance swung open, the hinges not making a single sound. I walked in before I could have ended up thinking even more, standing uncertainly outside.

I didn’t look at the garden, at the tall trees and bushes covering most of its inside. Somehow, what came to my mind was those were used to cover any sort of debauchery, ones that would be done outside… I flushed and shook my head, focusing on everything else. Like walking into the mansion.

The moment I walked close, the door unlocked automatically, telling me that I was welcome to get inside. Nervousness skittered inside my stomach as I forced myself to walk in, and as the door closed behind me—I knew that I had closed a part of my life with this action.

The inside was opulent, even though this was obviously merely the entrance hall. Pillars rose up in a few key locations, sculpted as if it was a spiral of water holding up the whole mansion. Paintings, statues—all of them looked incredibly expensive. I couldn’t help but gulp as I fidgeted right then and there, all the while standing near the door.

Only the fact that I had been invited didn’t make me try to reopen the door—even if I was certain it had been locked, right at the moment it closed.

*Click*

The sound made me turn my head, immediately looking toward where it came from—and I saw her. Mistress, walking easily down the stairs. Her dress was wonderful, a deep burgundy that complimented her pale skin and glowing red eyes.

I felt so underdressed, especially considering I had merely worn something for office. Mistress wore the dress as if she had worn something formal like that everyday, but maybe… she did? I didn’t know. My throat was dry as her heels continued to click against the tiled floor, the vampire moving ever closer to me. I should walk toward her as well, but I feel frozen with fear, not sure of what else I could have done.

By the time I thought I could have said something, she had come close again, fingers caressing my chin, her other hand trailing over my body. I whimpered, unable to even think of anything to say about the situation—of how wrong it was.

“You are finally here, pet. Took you a bit longer than most people… but then again, I didn’t spend as much time taking care of your slow, little mind, did I?” She sounded so amused, so full of condescension, I couldn’t help but feel the heat growing in the pit of my stomach. She gripped my chin, lifting my head up to force me to look into her eyes once more—and my breath was caught. I could feel the way the fog encroached my mind once again, slowly being swallowed away by the glow of her eyes. “It is time for me to properly turn you to my pet, to be someone I can just use whenever I want to have a little drink.”

Her voice just sank into my thoughts so easily, the words stamping themselves across my brain. Permanently marking it, and all I could do was whimper and pressing my body against her touch. If it was something bad—no way I would feel this good, right?

Heat and pleasure bubbled all over my body, within my blood. “Please.” I begged, I didn’t know what I was asking in all actuality—all I knew was what the vampire wanted, and I wished for it. To become whatever she needed, without any need to think for myself.

She smirked more than smiled, wide and sharp, showing off her fangs that would so easily penetrate my neck once more. I could feel the little throbs still, despite the fact my attention was fully enraptured, taken by her wonderful eyes.

I continued sinking, deeper and deeper into her demands. There were nothing else I could have done, as I listened carefully to the words she was saying.

“Good girl. Always remember that you want, love, to follow my orders. When I spoke, your attention will be fully on me, everything else not even worth it.” Her whispers were like honeyed poison, I knew it was all so wrong… but listening to her was wonderful. It sent shivers, sent pleasure all over my body as I murmured my agreement. She didn’t need me to say it, but if I did, she always praised me more. “Good, good. You always listened so well… You’ll keep feeling more and more pleasure with every word you obey from me. And the more you twisted yourself to follow? The better.”

I moaned in her hold, arousal dripping out of me with every word she had said. I couldn’t help but to press my thighs against one another, the want burning brighter and hotter inside my stomach.

“And everytime you obey… you find it easier to do it again, and again. Easier to just listen and follow like a little pet you are.” I continued watching and listening attentively, despite knowing this would go to the worst soon—or was it to the better? After all, what I was doing was merely becoming hers. “As you get more and more aroused, you’ll find yourself wanting me to suck your blood. It’ll keep building, even if you tried to fight it. In fact, the more you fight? The stronger your want will be in the end. Even without fighting, you’ll be desperate for it, the desire filling you so completely as if it was a core need.”

Mistress was smirking wider and wider, her eyes so predatory I wanted to be fully swallowed by her. I moaned still, unable to even think of anything else I could have possibly said.

“As if you are a thirsty person in the desert, desperate for a single drop of water to soothe your parched throat. This need is what drove you to beg, to ask for me to drink your blood, your nectar and life, flowing inside your bloodstream.”

Maybe just moments ago, the need wasn’t that bad, but now? The need was overpowering, my mind barely able to think of anything else except that singular moment in the past—I could still remember it. When Mistress had decided to lick the crook of my neck, when she had pierced my skin…

Even the mere memory was enough to make my knees buckle, and I knew that the only reason I was still standing was her. Her hand supported me, holding and reminding me that she wasn’t giving any sort of body warmth at all—that she wasn’t some sort of eccentric millionaire. I could make sense of her hypnosis, that I was merely someone that ended up in trance easily.

But the cold body temperature? That was too much for faking. Especially when her body didn’t become warmer no matter how long she has touched me, or I to her.

“Please.” I whimpered out, knowing there was nothing else to do. I was her prey, and I was happy to be one. She could drink me dry if she wanted to—but I doubted it. There was no need to do all of this farce if she didn’t want to keep me. That thought sent a lightning of pleasure coursing through my body and nerves as I moaned, grinding my body against hers, trying to reach some sort of pleasure that I knew I couldn’t reach at all at this moment. I tried to give her more enticement as well, leaning my head away, showing off my neck so she would have easy access.

“Good girl.” She purred, eyes glowing as she stared at my bare skin, open and would be so, so easy for her to pierce through. I was certain she was thinking of it, especially when she leaned close and started to drag her tongue across it.

Shuddering and letting loose another moan, I grasped her dress tight, pleasure coursing through my body as she touched me, seeking my skin beneath my clothing. She hadn’t even tried to pull them all off just yet. Lust and desire filled me with fire, so even if I couldn’t try more—she hadn’t given me the permission to touch her intimately, I begged. “Allow me to please you, please.” I choked out, each of my words full of pleading notes that I hoped would make her more excited.

Her eyes were so red I could swear it was burning me, making my throat dry as I whimpered again, arousal dripping down easily from my snatch.

“Then I shall partake.”

Those words were wonderful. She leaned down, and as I felt her fangs pressing against my skin—I could hear my heart beating so fast in my chest. Not from fear, only from love and want, all mixed together until there was nothing else.

She pierced me, and I moaned, screamed from the pleasure burning in my veins. It was wonderful, and the sheer euphoria claimed me—sending me over the edge. Over the peak until there was nothing I could do except for orgasming right then and there.

She drank my blood, and I was so, so happy to offer her my everything.

“Yours.” I whispered, knowing she utterly owned me even without any physical signs.