Siobhan banged on the door. “Shit, shit, shit…” She glanced behind her. They were getting closer. “Open up! Please! I’m not infected, I swear!” She pressed her ear to the door. She could hear footsteps. Whoever lived here was right there. She thudded on the door again. “Please, they’re getting closer!” The door swung open and Siobhan stumbled inside, falling onto the floor. The door slammed behind her. She let out a breath. Thank fuck. “Shit. Thank you. I thought I was dead meat for sure.” She raised her head.

A large woman in a long black dress stared down at her. Her jet black hair spilled over her shoulder, and her black painted lips pulled down into a sneer. Her eyes were a deep brown, but flashed red right as Siobhan met her gaze. 

A wave of calm crashed through her. Her nerves buzzed pleasantly, in stasis. 

“Stand up,” the woman said. 

Siobhan’s body moved on its own. She stood, eyes locked with the woman’s. They were so… pretty… 

“Take off your shirt.” 

Siobhan peeled off her shirt, soaked through from the chase outside. When she tossed it to the ground, she shuddered, her clit throbbing. 

“Stay just like that,” the woman said. She flew forward, brushing Siobhan’s hair away from her neck. Then, she bent over and sank her teeth into her throat. Sharp and intense pain and arousal burst through Siobhan, her mind swimming and spinning. The woman’s mouth was warm, and she stuck her thigh out for Siobhan to sit on. She rutted against her, everything exploding with pleasure and bliss. The woman wrapped her arm around her back and tugged on her hair and Siobhan was cumming. She moaned as she squeezed her legs around the woman’s thigh and her mind spun and went light and the woman licked her neck and— Nothing. 

When Siobhan awoke, it was dark out. She was on a couch in an unfamiliar room—some sort of parlour. Right, she was being chased and found this manor. Which… belonged to a vampire, clearly. She brought her hand to her neck. The flesh was tender, but there was no open wound. 

“You’re awake.” 

Siobhan jumped. She twisted around to see the vampire looming in the doorway. She had a flush to her that was not there before. A wave of heat coursed through Siobhan as she remembered what happened, and she quickly turned away. “I am. You didn’t kill me.” 

“It is not often a fresh blood bag comes to my doorstep these days.” 

“I guess that makes sense.” The dead don’t bleed, after all. 

“Will you try to run?”

Siobhan stared out the window. The forest was dark and empty. Quiet. She couldn’t remember the last time it was this quiet. 

She turned, looking at the vampire. “I have nowhere to go.” 

The vampire smiled. “You may call me Rosalind. May I have your name?”

“Siobhan.” That feeling from earlier, that calm stasis, made its way through Siobhan. It seeped into her bones, rooting itself into a deep part of her mind. She smiled.

In the blink of an eye, Rosalind was looming over the couch. She took Siobhan’s jaw into her clawed hand. Siobhan’s heart hammered, and a jolt of arousal coursed through her. Rosalind tilted Siobhan’s head, exposing her neck. “You are healing well, Siobhan. It should be even more effective now that you’re mine.” Rosalind nodded, satisfied. “We shall feed each other. Come, eat.” 

She was halfway across the room again. Siobhan removed the blanket from her and followed Rosalind through the kitchen, and into the dining room. A single plate sat covered on the seat next to the head. Siobhan sat and uncovered the plate. It was a roasted chicken thigh and root vegetables. Her stomach growled and she picked up her cutlery, digging in. It didn’t take long for her to finish. Tears welled behind her eyes. “Ah, shit. Thank you. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a proper meal.” 

“It is all I have available. That, and eggs. When the seasons turn there will be more variety for vegetables.” 

“You garden? What for?” 

Rosalind said nothing for a moment, her face emotionless. “You are not the first human to live here,” she said. 

“I see.” Best not to pry, even though Siobhan was curious. “Is there anything I can do to help keep house?” 

“Yes, you shall receive orders later. For now, follow me to my bed chambers. I would like to make good use of your blood.” 

Siobhan stood and followed Rosalind, her body tingling. Rosalind’s bedroom had a dark gothic motif, with a huge four-poster bed as the centerpiece. Rosalind removed her shoes and sat down, leaning against the cushioned headboard. “Come between my legs and pleasure me.” 

Siobhan moved like she was in a dream. It was like there was a film between her mind and body. It felt good. Nice. Mellow. Arousing. She crawled on all fours between Rosalind’s legs, her dress hiked up to reveal her cunt. Siobhan’s mouth watered. She leaned down, holding her hair up with one hand, and licked between her folds. The taste—the smell—the feeling—it was addicting. Siobhan lapped at Rosalind’s cunt, fucking her tongue into her hole, sucking her clit. Rosalind stuck her hand into Siobhan’s hair and pushed her down, hissing, “Yesss…mmm…”

Siobhan was so hard she was leaking. Her hips twitched as she ate Rosalind out. She couldn’t think. All she knew was the pleasure of serving. She moaned as she drank Rosalind’s juices, bumping her nose against her clit. Then, Rosalind tugged at her hair, pulling her face out. Siobhan whined at the loss. 

“Come, use your hands and kiss me,” Rosalind instructed. Siobhan reached down, rubbing her finger along Rosalind’s puffy cunt, and started jerking her clit. Rosalind tugged Siobhan forward, capturing her lips. 

“Mmph—” Siobhan whimpered as Rosalind’s fangs pierced her lips, blood spilling into their mouths. Rosalind moaned deeply, drinking Siobhan’s blood, as Siobhan continued to play with her clit. She slid a finger into her hole, finding her g-spot and stroking it. Rosalind rocked her hips up into Siobhan’s hand, moaning with every breath. Siobhan’s body was buzzing with fuzzy arousal, her clit throbbing and leaking. She fingered Rosalind faster. Rosalind licked into Siobhan’s mouth desperately—both of them desperate—and the heat built and built. Rosalind moaned a high note and her hips pushed up, her cunt clenching around Siobhan’s finger. She bit Siobhan’s lips deeper, and her mind went light and woozy and fuzzy and— An explosion of pleasure. Everything stopped as Siobhan came, bliss coursing through her body and mind. It was euphoric. She shuddered as she took deep breaths, blinking through slow sparks. She hummed a moan of satisfaction, her eyes struggling to stay open as her mind swam. Rosalind licked over the puncture wound, soothing it, and after a moment, closing it. She stroked Siobhan’s hair, and Siobhan melted into her, half conscious in her lap as Rosalind pet her. 

“Go to sleep now,” Rosalind whispered. Heavy exhaustion fell over Siobhan like a blanket, as her eyes fluttered shut. Her body buzzed pleasantly, and her mind didn’t have to worry about a single thing.