*snap*

 

Mila's eyes bolted open again to meet those of her Mistress Owner quarry, the Vampire Lord Valentina of the Eastern Highlands. Groggy as she was, she only remembered storming the Lady's castle and doing battle with her. Why she was currently seated straddling her the Lady's vampire's lap staring into her eyes was unclear. Maybe it was a strategy, like she was playing along in order to stake her... no, that sounded painful, and anyway it would be hard to launch a frontal assault with her arms draped over her Mistress's opponent's shoulders.

 

But gosh were her eyes pretty. She could stare into them forever. She yawned, and her eyes lidded and her dopey grin returned. She felt a few scratches on the back of her head from somebody's hand. Her eyes fully closed, and she leaned into the affection as-

 

*snap*

 

"Awake, pet."

 

Mila's eyes bolted open again to meet those of her Mistress Owner vampire whose lap she was seated on.

 

"You've done so wonderfully for me, my precious little 'vampire hunter'. To think you were so belligerent earlier, storming my throne room and throwing your stinky human concoctions at me." Mila received more slow strokes down her back and moaned gently as her mind worked yet again to untangle her predicament. "And now you're so well behaved, sitting in my lap like a good pet."

 

Gosh, Lady Valentina had the prettiest eyes... Mila's own eyes began to feel heavy once more.

 

"Ah ah. Don't sink just yet," the vampire teased. Mila forced her eyes open, which took some effort on her part. "Are you wondering yet why I haven't simply had my way with you yet, sweetling?"

 

As a matter of fact, Mila had not wondered that, though she chose not to speak up. Lady Valentina had the prettiest voice, after all.

 

"I grow so tired of these repetitive attacks. It seems like every month, some naïve young human bursts in and accosts me, and every attempt ends swiftly with my fangs in my assailant's neck. If I were of more modest appetite, the constant blood delivered to me by amateurish hunters would be more than enough to sustain me."

 

Mila thought that sounded bad. She didn't want to get bitten. But... she could probably wait. She was so comfortable in Lady Valentina's lap, after all, and it seemed like the vampire was enjoying it too... something about that sat funny.

 

"You, on the other hand, are exceptionally cute. Simply bleeding you out in my throne room would be unbecoming of me, as would enthralling you in a hurry and losing all these adorable quirks of yours."

 

Mila agreed, those options were unappealing.

 

"Instead, I had the loveliest idea. I'm going to drink you, slowly, in the comfort of my bedchamber. I'm going to mold you into my perfect, dutiful thrall, complete with all your memories and quirks. I'll take you, then and there, and teach you how good it is to be mine. And I'm going to make you beg for every bit of it."

 

Mila wrinkled her face. The idea was undeniably at least a little tempting, but she suspected simping for the Hot Vampire Lady was pretty high on the list of things she wasn't supposed to do. Not as high as keeping her eyes open, but still high.

 

Lady Valentina noticed her expression and smirked. "And that brings us here, with you sitting here on my lap as I pull you down and down and and then back up, again and again. Each time you drop for me, you become a little bit more submissive, more obedient, more mine. And the more mine you are, the more you want the things I want for you."

 

Mila's eyes fluttered closed. Lady Valentina chuckled and stroked the girl's backside a bit more. One more cycle from snap to drop, and then she would move things to her bed.

 

*snap*

 

*snap*

 

Mila's eyes fluttered open to meet those of her Lady. They were so beautiful and perfect, and it was so easy to get lost in the-

 

*snap*

 

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