Luna

I woke up feeling as warm as I ever had. Goddess, it’d been a long time since I’d been awake. If someone told me a thousand years had passed in the meantime, I would have believed them. That was sleep beyond sleep, something more like death.

But that was how it was supposed to go, wasn’t it? Seemed I’d gotten what I wanted, somehow… But Goddess, I felt out of sorts. My ALS already had my body fighting me every minute I lived, and that hadn’t gone anywhere. But now my body felt foreign, alien… it took me a moment to realize that this was really me, that this wasn’t an out-of-body experience and I could still move my arms and legs, I could still turn my head.

Well, right then, I couldn’t do any of that all too easily, but that was just because I had a pale arm wrapped around my body. That was a little jarring as I got my bearings, but I soon realized that it was Mistress’ arm. Oh… Mistress. She was here, right here for me, and She was stirring as I was, both of us laying together on Her bed…

“Mis… Mi…” I attempted, not quite able to form words as always. But I wanted to try my best to speak Her title. And as I did, my tongue touched my fangs… fangs, very sharp ones! I hadn’t quite considered the full implications up to that point, but it had worked… I had everything I wanted. I was a vampire like Mistress now, like Valerie too. I could see in the dark of this unlit room. I wasn’t going to die.

I wasn’t going to die! Not because of ALS, at the very least. My Mistress had granted me a new lease on undeath, and I…

My fingers trembling, I signed, “Thank You, Mistress! Thank You!” ASL didn’t really have an equivalent of capital letters, but I knew I’d capitalize Her pronouns if I could.

“You’re very welcome, My dear,” She spoke, wrapping me up in both Her arms as Her little spoon. “I’m quite relieved to see you animated once again. That the process went smoothly. It’s been a full… er, 76 hours, it seems, since I drank from you. I was beginning to get quite worried. And I haven’t left your side for all that time, not for even a moment, my dear. My fledgling, that is.”

“You haven’t left my side for three whole nights? You’d do that for me?” I signed. While my instincts weren’t all gone, they felt a bit distant, foreign, compared to what I’d once had. I suspected that some of my gestures were a little off, but Mistress still seemed to understand, at least.

“I don’t think I’ve even taken My hands off of you for three nights,” Mistress said, looking up at the ceiling of Her cozy bedroom, Her long wavy red hair splayed over the bed, Her body fully naked, just like my own. “Even when I was hungry, I had My thralls come to me. I made the mistake of leaving My Valerie alone for a moment when She was turning, and it’s one of My greatest regrets. This isn’t My first time any more. I have so very many nights to spare, and you’re worth spending them on.”

I smiled, snuggled back against Her, and signed, “That’s so sweet, Mistress.” And as I felt Her body, I felt myself under Her influence once again, as much as I had the last time I’d been conscious. It was a wonderful feeling, my thoughts turning to sleepiness, to submission, to mindless obedience, just by Her mere presence…

But that wasn’t supposed to happen to fledglings!

Not from all the research I’d done, at the very least. Fledglings were certainly very obedient to their begetters, and I felt obedient, knew instinctively that I’d never be able to disobey one of my Mistress’ commands. But I kept up with all of the prominent paranormal researchers, and Dr. Luminita Stoica had stated on her blog well over a year ago now that vampires were immune to each others’ charms. I had to admit, that had been a little disappointing to me, though the other results were worth it. But I was sure, nearly sure, that that was what I was experiencing now, Her every touch dragging me deeper… I wasn’t sure how that could be…

And I soon found myself lying face up again, staring up at nothing in particular, hearing only Her voice.

“Darling… Luna, are you alright?” Mistress said, shaking my body. “You seem rather… dazed.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m alright,” I signed without thinking.

“Oh dear. You’re… in trance?” She asked. “That’s rather unexpected. Wake up, My fledgling.”

I felt a lot more present again, and turned to face Mistress. No, just looking at Her didn’t seem to affect me, not the way it had before. She was beautiful, slender, youthful, graceful; there were so many things I could say about Her that I appreciated, but I wasn’t being dragged into trance by mere sight.

I missed that.

I shoved my face into Her tits and let myself feel the full force of Her influence over me.

It took effect just like I hoped it would. Her skin didn’t feel so cold to me any more, not relative to my own at least, and I felt so, so relaxed… I wondered how much of that was even supernatural, compared to the part that was just relief I had made it this far, that I was still alive after everything… in a manner of speaking, at least.

Ohhh, but it was a lot… and Mistress approved of it too, placing left Her hand on the back of my head to push me further in. She had such soft wonderful skin and large pointy nipples, and there was such an incredible roundness to her tits, and… and…

“My, My, sweetie,” Mistress said. “You certainly are easy to please, aren’t you? I didn’t think it was possible to produce this sort of reaction in one of our kind.

“But then again, I suppose I was holding onto you for all this time without letting go… I wonder if that affected the process? Leaving you all the more vulnerable to Me… wouldn’t that be adorable?”

I managed to giggle and moan a little, overwhelmed by Mistress’ charisma and sure She’d understand.

“Oh, Lilith, you are easily pleased, aren’t you?” She continued. “Ever since I turned Valerie, I’ve wanted to give her more and more independence. I’ve even thought, in the long run, of releasing her from My control. But I bet you wouldn’t even want that for yourself, would you? You’re more like My Hannah. Desperate to be used and owned in perpetuity, at the cost of your own free will.”

I moaned in agreement, and Mistress patted my head.

“Good girl. You know, I may not be able to drink from you any more, but when you’re like this, still susceptible to My charms and so eager to submit to Me, you seem no less My prey.”

I pushed my head into Her tits even further, curly hair bunching up against Her, and felt more relaxed than ever, just able to listen to Her, to drag myself further into submission. She was going to give me everything I could want… all I had to do was listen and obey. And I was Her prey… still Her prey, even if I probably didn’t have anything She’d enjoy drinking any more. That made me… happy…

Mistress continued cuddling me for a few hours, and I continued to listen, obey, and submit. It was just by touch that I still fell for Her charms, it seemed. The effect was dampened a little bit since I had been a human, but I wasn’t putting up any resistance either, so I still felt well and truly controlled, just as I wanted.

But soon another desire began to intrude on my desire to serve my Mistress, something just as primal. I was hungry.

“I’m surprised you’ve held out this long without beginning to squirm, My darling,” Mistress said. “By this time after My Valerie’s awakening, she’d already nearly drunk from someone without My guidance. Luckily, I managed to step in before she did anything she’d regret.

“And I shouldn’t keep you waiting for long for the same reasons. A fledgling like you can be difficult to hold back. We’ll get you dressed and go visit Hannah. She should be easy prey for someone as lovely as you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I signed, sliding up onto the side of the bed as Mistress got to Her feet.

“I had your clothes laundered along with My own,” She explained, handing me my bra, panties, black t-shirt, and basketball shorts from a side table. They smelled clean, and I slipped them all on without issue while Mistress got dressed in a gray tube top and short blue A-line skirt.

But when it came time to stand up, my neurological damage hadn’t gone anywhere, and I’d still need my crutches…

“Are you in need of your crutches, dear?” Mistress asked, as though reading my mind. “My apologies. I’ve never known a fledgling with your sort of disability, and I don’t know what would have changed in that regard as you turned. As my other fledgling reminds Me, there are still things I’ve yet to learn about our kind.”

“I do need them, Mistress,” I signed. “I feel so much stronger now, but it was never a lack of strength that was the problem. I just couldn’t apply my strength. And that hasn’t changed at all.”

She nodded. “I understand. Then I’ll bring them right over.” Mistress exited into the living room, the curves of Her naked body beautiful, but not quite mesmerizing to me as She did. My crutches were propped up against the wall, and…

Oh! My eyes widened as I saw the top handle of one of the crutches removed, exposing the hollow interior. That had still been attached when I was a human. They had found my insurance, then. I felt incredibly guilty now, but at least Mistress didn’t seem upset…

“Mistress, I’m so sorry—” I began to sign as She turned back toward me after reattaching the head of the crutch, the pair in Her hands now.

“You’re Mine now, dear,” Mistress said, clutching the crutches tight. I was surprised She didn’t do so hard enough to bend or break them. “There’s no need to apologize, not any more. But you’re a very clever girl, aren’t you? I thought I had accounted for all reasonable possibilities when it came to bearing weapons. And you had an entire silver dagger concealed within your crutches… you could have seriously hurt Valerie or I, or any of our thralls.

“I suppose the takeaway is that you didn’t,” Mistress concluded as She handed me my own crutches. “And you certainly won’t now, will you?” She kissed me on the lips as I took my crutches in hand, nodding at Her as I was unable to speak or sign.

“It’s water under the bridge as far as I’m concerned. But Valerie… Valerie wasn’t so willing to let that sort of thing go. Not when it was My undeath on the line, you see. And she was the one to find it, the night after I drank from you. She noticed the faintest of rattling while she was moving your crutches to the wall. She’s expressed a desire, mm, to teach you the error of your ways.”

Mistress looked off to the side as She said that, letting my arms free. She was clearly holding back laughing, and I realized that She must’ve been talking about some S&M shit. If that was how Miss Valerie needed to get her stress out, I certainly wouldn’t have any complaints…

“Yes, Mistress,” I signed with a smile on my face, propping a crutch up against the bed for a moment. I mainly felt lucky that Mistress Herself wasn’t going to hold this against me… I really hadn’t thought ahead on this one, ironically enough since I had been trying to prepare by bringing it to begin with.

“I just didn’t know how perfect You were going to be,” I clarified. “There are vampires I wouldn’t want to belong to.”

Mistress let out a long sigh. “I suppose I can relate to that.” She looked down at me straight in the eyes, Her own blood-red eyes reflecting only the carpeted floor behind me. “My begetter was a piece of shit himself. But luckily, you have Me instead.”

I nodded, not wanting to lose grip of my crutches.

“Then come along with Me, and we can both put the past behind us.”

Seeing an empty room when I looked in the mirror was pretty jarring, even though I knew to expect it. Mistress told me that no vampire was ready for that the first time they saw it, that She had fallen into a pond in response and that Valerie had broken the previous mirror that Mistress had had in Her room. Exiting Mistress’ suite into the hallway was even more jarring just from the bright lights — lights that I rationally knew weren’t all that bright by human standards, but I wasn’t adapted to it at all any more.

“Knock on the door, sweetie,” Mistress commanded as we reached Hannah’s suite, one door down from her Mistress’.

Setting my right crutch against the door, I knocked as well as I could, and it was only a few moments later that Hannah opened the door. She looked pretty, her long straight dark brown hair held back by a black headband and her chubby body covered by a gray and light green sports bra and shorts, and she was a little bit sweaty. The smell of her sweat didn’t compare to the intensity of the smell of her blood, though, I needed it needed it needed it…

But what was I gonna do, just take it? Hannah had been so sweet to me the night I’d been turned. She was a friend. Was I really just supposed to make her submit to me after all of that? I mean, I wanted her badly, but it was just like Mistress had said. Hannah and I were alike, both the kind of women who wanted to be used by other women, and not the other way around.

Besides, Hannah was Mistress’ thrall, Her prey. And I was still Her prey too. How could I prey upon other prey?

But Hannah wasn’t thinking the same way, it seemed. She was looking me over with a kind of awe, and I spotted a bulge in her shorts.

“Hi, Luna!” she said, wiping her face off with a towel. “Hi, Mistress!”

“Good evening, My dear,” Mistress said. “Luna made it down that long dark road without any complications, as you can see.”

My crutch still against the door, I gave her a wave.

“And you’re going to have the privilege of being her first meal.”

I stepped back sheepishly as Hannah smiled, nodded, and said, “yes, Mistress.” She opened the door wider and Mistress stepped inside, while I was left waiting on the other side of the threshold. I wanted to follow them, but even taking up my crutches, I couldn’t will myself to go across. It wasn’t like there was a solid wall or anything, just an overwhelming compulsion, an anxiety I couldn’t let go of. I needed a resident’s permission — Hannah’s permission.

“Oh, come on in, Luna!” Hannah said, looking back at me. “Sorry. I should’ve remembered after this happened to Val last year.”

I signed, “thank you”, and Mistress relayed my message as I stepped across, finally safe to do so. I wasn’t sure what would’ve put me in danger about that, but I felt it anyway.

Hannah’s suite was a little smaller than Mistress’, but it still had a lot of room to breathe. The living room was square with a little kitchen area equipped with a sink, stove, oven, dishwasher, and microwave in the corner, while there was a couch and armchair that seemed like they were probably standard for the hotel facing the TV table in the opposite corner. On the walls were posters for various video games and tabletop games, a few of which I’d played myself. Seemed like she liked the popular shooter Overlook, same as me.

Hannah had also replaced the window curtain on the back wall with lesbian and trans pride flags. Under the window was a small weight rack which looked like it had just been in use. On the right were the double doors to the bedroom.

I signed to Hannah, and Mistress relayed my message in English, “Luna’s asking if you lift weights regularly.”

“It’s a new thing!” Hannah said. “Like a couple of weeks old, I guess. Trying to get better habits, you know, in terms of physical fitness. Getting out on the beach more, jogging into town. And I want to be strong like Valerie and Mistress. Not as strong, I’ll never compare, but it’s nice to aspire.”

“Good luck,” I signed back, and Mistress interpreted.

“It’s very impressive, I might add,” Mistress said, approaching Hannah and touching her bare stomach. “My strength doesn’t come from effort, even if it is more than you’ll ever have, My silly human girl.”

The thrall’s abs had a little bit of definition in a way I hadn’t noticed when she’d had a nightgown on the night I’d been turned, and she let out an adorable yelp as Mistress leaned down to kiss them.

“Come along to the bedroom, Luna,” Mistress said, taking initiative and pushing the door on the right open after She pulled Herself away.

I followed Hannah into the bedroom after Mistress. It was cozy in there, maybe a little warm, although eyeing the thermostat on the wall, I saw that it was only 68 degrees. I guessed I had a lot to adjust to.

“Well, Luna. Here we are,” Mistress said. “I’ve practically served her up to you on a silver platter. You can have a drink from her now. Just tell her what you want, sweetie.”

What I wanted… I had to obey, wanted to obey, and I did want blood, no, I needed blood. Did that even count as a want? I would literally need it if I didn’t want to die. Mistress probably intended for me to compel Hannah’s obedience, but if I was supposed to convey to her what I wanted, I had a better way of doing that.

So I just tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck to Mistress, to Hannah… to anyone who’d be willing to bite me, I guess. I might’ve been a vampire, but I hadn’t stopped being prey.

“Uh… heh, you alright, Luna?” Hannah asked. “You need something for me? I’m eager to let you drink from me, if it’s what Mistress wants…”

“Luna… what’s wrong?” Mistress asked. “You want to drink from her, don’t you?”

“N-nee…” I tried, signing “need” simultaneously. “Want” didn’t begin to cover it.

“Then please, My dear, take her. I’ll make sure she’s not hurt, I assure you,” Mistress said, patting me on the back. “You can give into your desires. I won’t let them get out of hand.”

“I do want her, Mistress,” I signed. “Badly. But I don’t want this to be misconstrued. I’m just not dominant like You. Hannah’s a friend. If it’s OK with You… I don’t want her to be mine? I’ll drink from her, but I’m Your prey just like her. I shouldn’t be treated differently.”

Mistress nodded along as I signed, and looked off toward the wall, unsure of Herself. Hannah sat down on the bed, confused as she couldn’t understand my signs.

“I’m surprised to hear this after you came to Me wanting to be turned,” Mistress said. “I tend to assume that someone requesting to be turned is probably seeking the power our kind wields. I’ve always reveled in it Myself, the feeling of looking a girl in the eyes and making her Mine, fucking her brains out with My fangs.”

“It’s hot,” I signed back. “When it’s done to me. But I didn’t come to You trying to become powerful. I mainly wanted to just survive ALS. And even as much as there’s an instinct driving me to take her, I’d rather be treated the same as her.”

Mistress smirked, and turned to stare at me with Her dark crimson eyes. “Well, it’s not what I expected, but every fledgling is different, I suppose. Hannah, take her crutches, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Hannah said, clearly not totally getting what was happening. But she stood and placed my crutches against the room’s right-hand wall, while Mistress took me by both hands, helping hold me steady with no need for crutches, just for a moment…

Then she tackled me onto the bed with a lot of force, turning me face-up and eyeing me hungrily. She hissed and growled and bared Her fangs at me, Her hand around the back of my neck… and, ohhh, She was dragging me down again, making me feel sleepy, relaxed, wonderful, submissive…

“Hannah, My dear, she wants to be prey just as much as you do,” Mistress said. “Cuddle her along with Me, won’t you? She certainly seems to like that.”

I moaned out in approval distantly, vacantly, as Hannah joined us, wrapping herself around me on the side with an obedient “yes, Mistress.”

“And My darling Luna, you do want Hannah, don’t you? So close to you now, so warm, so soft, her blood so, so close. She’s an irresistible treat, one of the sweetest and most delectable I know. No one else like her in all the world. So I’ll ask you this, My fledgling — what will you do just to have a taste of her?”

Mistress was right, so right, and the building hunger, the lust felt all throughout my body, was enough to bring me out of trance a little bit, and I was drooling all over the sheets, all over my own naked body, onto Mistress’ hand as She stroked my cheek.

“I would do anything,” I signed.

“Good girl. That’s the only honest answer you could give,” Mistress said. “Believe Me, I know the feeling. And the most wonderful part is that you’ll have to follow every single one of My commands before you get to taste a single drop of My Hannah’s blood.”

I nodded and let out another moan.

“Thankfully, you’re very good at taking orders, aren’t you?” She continued. “Like if I were to tell you to ▒░▒▓▒░░▒▓▒▒░▓▒▒░▓▓▒▓░▒, for example.”

I half-recognized the trigger as Mistress spoke it, and I suddenly realized that I didn’t care about Hannah’s smell any more, not even a little bit, because I was too focused on Mistress, Mistress… Her slim curvy body and Her full lips and long red hair and large round perfect pale breasts with perky nipples. I forgot all about my hunger as I let myself succumb to it. I was also relieved that these triggers still worked on me; I hadn’t been sure if they still would.

“Oh, Lilith, you’re so easy,” Mistress said, stroking my curly hair with Her long gentle fingers. “Just suck on My tits now, won’t you? No need to be gentle.”

She leaned down toward me and slid upward, Her amazing tits brushing, then pressing against my face. I took Her nipple into my mouth, so soft, so textured, smooth and pointy and wonderful, licking its every little bump and contour, Her cold soft skin perfect against my own. I loved it, needed it like I needed blood, but I couldn’t even bring myself to think about blood because Mistress was too important, too perfect, I was focused completely on Her—

“Hannah, kiss her thighs and neck, won’t you? I think she’ll like that,” Mistress said, looking off to the side at something unimportant. I kept sucking unabated, obeying Her commands, being an extension of Her will, falling to Her soft mesmerizing touch…

“It’s such a delight seeing you helpless like this, My Luna. I can’t say I quite expected it, but it’s more than I could hope for. You will truly be My immortal prey…”

I moaned as I continued to suck. My fangs broke Her skin a few times, but it healed very quickly and wasn’t ultimately a problem at all, since She didn’t seem to mind. Their sharpness fascinated me, excited me… it felt satisfying having them inside someone, if only accidentally for a brief moment.

“Such a good girl,” Mistress said. “You’re pleasing Me very well. Now move on to My girlcock, won’t you?”

I nodded and moaned as She pulled Herself further up on the bed, reaching the headboard as Her pretty, erect girlcock inched closer to me.

“Careful with your fangs, My darling,” She said. “It’s alright if you make a mistake or two, but you’ll understand that I’m rather sensitive down there.”

I signed, “yes, Mistress,” and took Her into my mouth. It was tough navigating with my fangs, but worth it for Her. She began moaning Herself, pressing Her arms up against the headboard and panting and squirming, until, until…

“Ahh!” She screamed out, collapsing onto me as a little bit of cold, clear, sticky girlcum leaked right into my mouth. It didn’t really taste like anything, but it probably never would’ve to me anyway. And She was squeezing me in Her strong pale arms, cradling me with love and affection as She came down from orgasm.

“Such a diligent fledgling,” She whispered in my ear. “Your fangs barely grazed Me.”

I was too deeply entranced to give Her a coherent reply, so I only smiled. But on some level, I knew I was saving the pierce of my fangs for someone else, someone who felt so distant now…

“Alright, sweetie. You’ve done a very good job, but it’s time to be ▒░░▓▒▓░▒▓▒░░▒░▓ for Me.”

I regained awareness of my surroundings suddenly. Oh yeah, that someone else who my fangs were waiting for was Hannah, of course, who right then was sucking hard on my thigh, and suddenly I could feel that again! She pulled away with a satisfying pop and I was pretty sure I’d have a huge hickey there if I had any blood to clot… Goddess, that was weird to consider.

I moaned out in pain and happiness at the sensation, which seemed to be very satisfying to Mistress.

“I’ve had Hannah doing that all this time, you know,” She said with a fanged grin. “Just a way of helping you get warmed up. But you were so utterly focused on Me, weren’t you? I find this one to be a lot of fun.”

“Me too, Mistress,” I signed back.

“But I think you’ve more than earned a drink from My thrall now. Come kneel over here, won’t you, Hannah?”

Hannah said, “yes, Mistress,” and repositioned herself, kneeling near one of the pillows on the bed with her palms face-down on her knees, her eyes tilted down slightly. She was so beautiful, submissive, and it made me want to hug her and bite her on the neck, with Mistress’ permission of course. There was an instinct within me to try and make her mine, but it would just feel wrong… I knew I’d be better off kneeling right there alongside her, treated no differently.

“Now let’s keep in mind, Hannah, you’ll not be submitting yourself to Luna here. Just to Me. When she takes a drink from you, it’ll just be another way in which you both do My will. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the thrall said with a little smile.

“I need her, Mistress,” I signed, bouncing up on the bed a little, so eager to have my fangs inside her.

“Then you may drink from her, My fledgling,” Mistress said, giving me a hand to get up into a sitting position. “But be gentle.”

She stepped back off of the bed, giving me a clear path to Hannah. Mistress was so sure of Herself, always in control of the situation, and it made me feel small and weak even as I was about to do something that was, by all accounts, very, very dominant.

I crawled up to Hannah, hands shaking a little as I climbed up to face her, feeling her warm, soft tan skin, her slightly chubby frame that was more muscular than it looked at first glance. I turned my eyes up to face her, doing my level best to look her right in the eyes, and…

“O-oh… huh…” Hannah said, her eyes twitching slightly, her pupils dilating.

I frowned and tilted my head slightly as though to ask “what’s up”?

“Oh, it’s just… heh, Goddess, your skin is really soft, Luna… but, uh, you have a lot of trouble making eye contact, don’t you?”

I looked away, and I probably would’ve been blushing if I had blood to rush to my cheeks.

“Oh, you’re just a little shy, huh?” Hannah said. “But it’s interesting… without a little bit of constant eye contact, I don’t fall for you the same way as I do for Mistress. But if we’re both just submitting to Her, that’s not a problem, right? Like… even as a vampire, you can’t manipulate me in the same way She does, can you?”

I shook my head, moving in close, lips almost touching the pretty thrall’s neck. I saw her tense up as I did, wincing a little, surely preparing herself for the pierce of my fangs. But I knew well by experience now that no amount of psyching herself up would make her ready for this. That was the best part.

“Thank You, Mistress. Thank You for the gift of her fannnn—” Hannah cried out in pain as I held her tight as I could, my fangs piercing though the warm flesh of her neck. It took just a split second until blood came rushing to the wound onto my waiting tongue, flowing, flowing, almost too much to bear, but it was so good, so good, so sweet, uhh, kind, compassionate, maybe a little nervous. She was everything I wanted, everything I’d ever need, all contained right here in one human body.

Suddenly I felt a piercing in my own neck, and I realized quickly it was Mistress’s fangs, the same that had pierced me to turn me, only now they didn’t hurt in the same way at all. But the pleasure response was still the same, it was heaven, this was truly everything I needed, and it confirmed beyond a doubt that I was the one submitting here. This wasn’t Mistress reinforcing a pecking order, it was Her making clear that I was here to be used and bitten whenever She wanted in just the same as Her thralls were. I was lucky, maybe even blessed to be graced by the touch of her fangs.

But seconds later, She was pulling Herself away, hacking, coughing, as I continued to take from Hannah what I had been granted so graciously.

“T-that’s… blegh! …enough, Luna!” Mistress said between a few more coughs. “You’ve had your fill. Let My Hannah rest.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my fangs out, licking the wound… vampires’ saliva had healing properties that helped their thralls recover, I knew. She’d been so good, so yummy, and I could’ve drunk from her a good while longer, but I had to obey my Mistress so that she might grace me with future meals, and so that Her thrall wouldn’t be hurt.

“Oh, Lilith… it’s been well over a century since I’ve tasted what’s inside us,” Mistress said. “I don’t recommend it, My fledgling. But for you, I may need to develop a taste for it.” She giggled and blew me a kiss.

I was splayed out on the bed face-first, on top of Hannah who was lying back in a daze. The bite wound Mistress had left on me had already healed, and I missed the feeling dearly, but Goddess, Hannah had been so delicious, the sensation of drinking so much more fulfilling, so much more complete than anything I could do with my own gock, let alone any kind of ordinary food I would’ve eaten. I couldn’t bring myself to miss it at all.

“Good girl,” Mistress said, pulling me up and embracing me. I licked a little bit of blood off of my lips before pressing them against Hers, long and sweet…

And Goddess, vampiric ichor really didn’t taste good. Tasting just a little bit off of Mistress’ lips, I recoiled at the intense bitterness, like tasting a spironolactone pill for too long. It made me gag a little. Her saying that She’d taste it just for my sake meant quite a lot…

“Ah yes, a bit of ichor remains on My lips,” Mistress said, smiling wryly and looking me in the eyes. She was tall in a way that made me feel low, small, even sitting like this.

I nodded.

“I do wonder if it’s merely an acquired taste,” She said. “Surely it’s not what Lilith meant our kind to drink, not primarily, but she cannot have accounted for all cases. Not for a vampire who wanted fangs in her neck so very badly. I’ll need to determine some way to make it work between us, and I hope that solution is simply building up a tolerance.”

“And… hehe… I know from recent personal experience how wonderful it can still feel to have another’s fangs in one’s neck,” She said sheepishly, looking away for a moment. Oh wow… a hint of what seemed like submissiveness coming from Mistress? I could scarcely believe it, but someone like Her contained multitudes, I supposed.

I just took solace in the fact that I’d always be submitting myself to Her.

Mistress cradled me while Hannah lay catatonic, her newfound enthrallment taking hold as Mistress explained. It was a little unnerving to me that she’d apparently be made to fall in love with me, to submit to me, but Mistress reassured me that She’d assert Her rightful authority and make Hannah only Hers. That was a power begetters held over fledglings, luckily. A way to keep fledglings in line, Mistress supposed.

But before Hannah could fully recover and return to the waking world, there was a knock on the front door of the suite.

“Stay with Hannah, dear,” Mistress said, patting my knee. “I’ll see who it is.”

Worried about exposing myself, I tucked myself and Hannah, who I was able to lift and move with relative ease even as my arms trembled, under the bedsheets, nice and cozy. Mistress was out of the room in a flash, moving superhumanly quickly, and She was already opening the door by the time I had curled up.

“Oh, hey, Naomi,” an unfamiliar, androgynous if not feminine voice said. “Are you two, uh, occupied?”

I was pretty surprised to hear someone refer to Mistress by name casually, not particularly respectfully. I almost thought that they might have been another vampire for a moment, if it hadn’t been for the fragrance of their blood that I could smell from all the way in the bedroom. Mistress liked to maintain Her privacy, didn’t She? It was hard to believe that She’d be friends with any human who wasn’t Her thrall.

Yet Mistress didn’t object.

“Hannah’s, er… a certain kind of occupied at the moment, Celia,” Mistress said. “Catatonic, post-enthrallment.”

“Oh!” the person named Celia said, sounding a bit taken aback. “Doing something new with Valerie, or…?”

“You read the message I sent via Morse the other night, My darling?” Mistress asked. “About Luna. My, er, second fledgling.”

“O—oh yeah!” Celia replied, their heart beating a little faster. “Hannah told me all about how Luna wanted to hold her hand and stuff. That was sweet…  So she’s alive? And she, uh, drunk from Hannah?”

“Undead, yes, and Hannah was her first drink,” Mistress said with pride. “But My Luna won’t keep Hannah. She’s actually still adorably submissive, even in this form. She and Hannah are better kept on the same level relative to Me.”

I could almost hear Celia’s eyes rolling as they said, “Right. But, uh, this happened really recently, then?”

“Five minutes or so,” Mistress said. “You’re welcome to come in. I’m sure Hannah would be delighted to see you when she awakes.”

“Uh, sure. If Luna doesn’t mind, I guess,” Celia said. I did feel a little nervous, admittedly, being naked and all in front of this complete stranger—

“She won’t,” Mistress assured them. “Not knowing I’ve invited you in.”

“Sure,” Celia said with a sigh, but Mistress had been completely right.

Celia stepped inside the suite, slipping off their shoes before stepping in front of the bedroom door. They were a skinny girl standing about five and a half feet tall, looking like they were somewhere in their mid-20s, definitely human judging by their light but not pallid skin and brown eyes. They were wearing a loose-fitting black tank top and a spiked leather necklace as well as a pair of black shorts over bare legs, with a denim jacket with a bunch of stuff pinned to it. Their shoulder-length hair was dyed a dark green, with the roots sticking out as their presumably-natural brown. They had a slight look of apprehension on their face, like Mistress or I might bite at any moment, which was probably fair, but I didn’t expect it from a human who seemed so familiar with Her.

“Uh… hi,” they said, hands in their pockets, slightly on edge. “My name’s Celia.  They/them. I’m, uh, Hannah’s girlfriend.”

I waved my hand at them, and signed back. Mistress interpreted for me, as usual by now.

“She says her name is Luna, and she uses she/her,” Mistress said. “And she’s curious about the nature of our relationship. Care to explain to her, My dear?” Mistress wrapped Her arm around Celia’s back and they seemed to tense up a little bit, not at all in the way that a thrall like Hannah behaved.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Well, basically, I’m Naomi’s thrall every other day. It’s a whole fuckin… dynamic, with hypnotic triggers and shit. Today’s one of the off days.”

I smiled and nodded at Celia, and signed, “I didn’t know You had relationships like that with people,” to Mistress.

Mistress looked a little nervous hearing that, and crossed Her arms defensively. “It’s a recent… discovery, you might say. Something Valerie taught Me. I have complicated feelings about it.”

“We negotiated something that worked for both of us,” Celia said, forcing a smile. “And it’s good. Genuinely, it’s good.” They seemed to relax a little bit. “It’s hot being a thrall, and leaning all the way into that with Hannah. And… I get to go home to my other girlfriend after, and be more or less normal about it.”

“I’m pleased that it makes them happy,” Mistress said, looking away from Her non-thrall, then, under Her breath, “though I still can’t quite understand how this is a happier arrangement.”

I didn’t understand all the ins and outs of Mistress and Celia’s relationship, of course, but I was happy to be along for the ride and understand Her and the people She surrounded Herself with.

Soon, Hannah’s eyes began to flutter open, and she seemed drawn to me like a magnet, before she knew what she was even doing.

“Ohh, L-Luna,” she moaned, nuzzling up against me. “T-t-thank y-you so much for drinking from me… are you still on this stuff about not wanting to be dominant? Because if you command me, I’ll obey… I’ll worship you as my Goddess, same as Mistress Naomi… I…”

As she pressed herself up to me and begged, I almost felt inclined to take her right there, to make her mine, maybe not as a traditional Mistress-thrall relationship, but more like I could just define our relationship however I liked. I could even have made her dominate me if I so desired, just another way of owning her in a weird backward way that could satisfy my overwhelming instincts toward power and control. But Mistress was coming over here now, and She’d decide what was to be made of this in the end.

She seized Hannah’s shoulders, pulled her away from me, and turned her around to face Her. I felt robbed of something for a moment, the kind of companionship I needed, for the thrall to be mine and mine alone. But I didn’t really want it, we had agreed beforehand, and…

Mistress looked Her thrall in the eyes, spoke a few brief sentences, and Hannah’s devotion to me evaporated before it had really taken hold.

“Oh Goddess… y-yeah. OK,” Hannah said, shaking her head quickly like a dog drying itself off, Mistress’ pale hands still placed lightly on her shoulders. “Hey, Luna. Your fangs are so, uh… mmm, long and sharp. A little longer and narrower than Mistress’, I think.”

She touched the bite mark I left on her neck and doubled over onto Mistress’ chest, wheezing and laughing simultaneously. Mistress pressed Her own hand on top of Hannah’s, applying more pressure to the mark with a fanged grin on Her face.

“Feel that, dear?” She asked. “That’s the feeling of submission to Me. Luna might have left it on you, but she was doing it for Me. Don’t forget that.”

Hannah moaned out loud, too overwhelmed to speak, making the slightest motion toward nodding her head with her eyes closed, her face red with her sweet blood, and a few tears streaming out of her eyes, the sensation too much to bear. If only she could’ve known how it felt on the other end, for me, drinking her blood.

I vigorously nodded, needing to emphasize my own submission.

Celia was approaching gingerly, their eyebrows a little furrowed as they placed a hand on Hannah’s bare back.

“You good, Hannah?” they asked, with what sounded like a protective instinct. To try and protect one of Mistress’ thralls from Her, though, was obviously a fool’s errand. I strongly doubted that Hannah would want anyone to protect her. Mistress could take whatever and whomever She wanted.

But Hannah let out what sounded like a short moan of approval while Mistress seemed to ignore Celia’s words entirely, brushing Her fingers through Hannah’s hair with one hand while keeping the other firm on the bite mark.

“Celia, dear…” Mistress began. “Well, I know you may not be Mine tonight, but would you entertain My Luna? Kiss her, feel her up, whatever strikes you. I’m sure she’d enjoy it with My permission. You’re a very pretty girl, after all.”

“Oh jeez, uh, sure?” they said. “I mean, you are pretty, Luna… you OK with it?”

I pointed at Mistress and nodded. Anything She approved of, I approved of, and Celia was a very pretty girl.

They rolled their eyes, but looked back at me with a little smile, and said, “Sure. Alright.”

“Hmm… how about I give you two a bit of privacy? This room’s hardly big enough for four,” Mistress said. “I’ll take care of My Hannah out in the living room. And Luna?” She stood and turned to face me with a stern expression. “You may bite them, but be wary. I’ll catch wind of it and intervene if you go overboard, and I’ll let them free just like Hannah when you’re done. But it’s important to let My fledglings fly free, just a little bit. Even someone as submissive as you.”

Celia gave Mistress a thumbs up as Mistress exited the room with a smile, bridal-carrying Hannah effortlessly. From the thrall, I heard, “L-love y-you, Cece! Take care, Lu—!” And then she began moaning again as Mistress licked the bite mark I had given that adorable girl.

Celia hung their jacket on a hook attached to the bedroom door before flopping onto the bed beside me, keeping their distance and seeming a little unsure.

“So, uh… this isn’t really what I expected to be doing tonight,” they chuckled. “Glad you got turned OK or whatever. Heard that’s a harrowing experience from Val… Naomi doesn’t like to talk about it as much.”

I nodded, then reached out my hand, and they took it gingerly. “So like, hanging around Naomi, I guess I’ve had to get used to shit like this just sort of happening. She’ll walk in on odd-numbered days and’ll just be like, ‘we’re having sex’, and I’m like, ‘OK, I freaking guess’. Or really more like, ‘yes, my perfect Goddess’.” They shuddered. “So don’t worry, I’m not put off by something like this.

They finally turned their head toward me, nearly making eye contact, but I had trouble keeping eye contact. They were a really pretty girl, and they smelled good too…

“And like, I’ve gotta be honest, what an opportunity. You’re super subby, right? After dealing with Naomi and Valerie for a whole year… I need something like this. You OK if I fuck you up?” Their expression slowly morphed into a slightly crazed one, something resembling Mistress’ when She had been about to drink my blood.

I could only think to once again tilt my head to the side and expose my neck in response. They didn’t have fangs, unfortunately, but they could certainly still fuck me up… 

“Am I right to take that as a ‘yes’?” Celia asked.

I nodded repeatedly, my eyes wide.

“OK, good,” they said. In one swift motion they leaned down toward me and pulled the sheet away, exposing my naked body while they threw themself on top of me. I was way too strong now to be really pinned, but I did have trouble applying my strength after all, and I never planned to raise a hand against them anyway, because I thought they should probably be allowed to have their way with me.

“Oh, yeah, you’re cold just like Naomi, huh?” they asked. “And pale and shit? It’s kind of creepy, no offense, but it’s also a lot of fun. And you’ve got a lot of pretty curves… ooh, gotta make sure I don’t let myself dwell on that too hard.” They laughed with a hint of apprehension in their voice. But there was no way I was gonna do anything untoward…

They started feeling me up, first on my stomach and around my tits, and I began to moan. Celia was close to me now, leaning up toward my face, their body heat palpable, their heartbeat like music to my ears. Their blood smelled spicy and slightly bitter, like fresh hot sauce. Even though I’d just had a drink from Hannah, I still felt more than hungry enough to have a drink from them, if they’d let me.

“Wow, your mouth’s watering?” they said. “That’s so fucking adorable. Hmmm… I wonder how you’d like this…”

Celia reached their hand toward my face gingerly, extending their index finger toward my upper lip, no, a little lower… they reached into my mouth and touched their finger to my right fang. And Goddess, it was sensitive, sending me into a squirming fit just from that single touch. Celia was lucky to pull their finger away before I closed my mouth and took their finger with me, tumbling to the side as I seized up with a moan of pleasure.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Valerie’s girlfriend loves doing that one to her. I’ve always been a little nervous to try it on Naomi myself, but I bet you’d put up with just about anything, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded and moaned.

“Then open your mouth back up for me,” they insisted. “I wasn’t done.”

I moaned again and opened my mouth back up for them. As they started feeling up my fangs again, they used their other hand to pull off their top, soon followed by their shorts, until they were completely naked, their perky tits, which were covered in a whole bunch of hickies and even what looked to be a nearly-faded bite mark from Mistress, right in my face on their right tit. I had the urge to reach out and touch it, and…

SMACK! Celia suddenly hit me across the face with all of their human strength. It stung for only a second, my pain tolerance higher than it ever had been before, as they looked down at me sternly.

“What are you doing, touching your Mistress’ body without permission?” they asked. “I’m sure I didn’t say you could.”

I pointed at them sheepishly, unsure how to proceed.

“Yes, that’s Me. I’m your Mistress too,” They confirmed. “I can’t let Naomi have all the fun on her own. But the slapping and all wasn’t too much, was it? Seriously.”

I shook my head with a smile, hopefully communicating to Them that it was more than OK.

“Good girl,” They said. “Now I know you have trouble speaking, so just give Me a couple of taps if you need Me to stop, alright?”

I nodded.

“Good girl! See, I think it’ll be fun to dom a girl who has basically unlimited pain tolerance and can regenerate from any injury. Plus, you probably get off on it, don’t you? I bet you’ll really like that.”

I gave Mistress Celia a smaller nod, a little bit of a shy one.

“Heh. Sign ‘yes, Mistress’ to Me instead of just nodding. I don’t know ASL, but I know you’ll do it right for Me, won’t you?”

I signed it just as They commanded.

“Good girl! I think that deserves a reward,” They said, and They lurched back and put both hands on my tummy, scratching hard, hard, clearly not holding anything back as They scraped my skin and nearly tore it, feeling painful, yeah, but in a pleasurable way that built up so much tension, not nearly enough to get past my limits. This was exactly what I needed.

“Fuck, you’re easily pleased, aren’t you?” They asked, squishing my tits in each of Their hands as I cried out in pain. “I mean, Naomi was talking about how you belong on the same level as Hannah, and I can see that’s true. You’re an immortal undead being with superhuman strength and speed and all you want is to be used by powerful women. Just like Hannah, who wants to be Naomi’s thrall more than anything else in the world! Maybe more pathetic…”

I signed “yes, Mistress” again and my Mistress smiled, taking the opportunity to dig Their nails into my tits, leaving marks that quickly faded.

And They pulled themself away, leaning back up and straddling my torso with an inquisitive expression.

“Right now, I’m reminded of the night that I found out Naomi was a vampire. I was talking with Hannah about it right in this very room,” They said. “And that’s giving Me an idea. I’ll be right back. You just sit tight for Me, alright?”

I signed to Them as They stood and walked out into the living room, still completely naked. I guessed They didn’t have to care about modesty around Hannah or Mistress Naomi.

A moment later, I heard Mistress Celia and Mistress Naomi whispering to each other, just slightly too quietly for me to understand them. I thought I shouldn’t listen in anyway, given that Mistress Celia was surely talking quietly on purpose. I was realizing that one had to talk really quietly, in fact, to be inaudible to me, even a room away.

Mistress Celia returned to the bedroom with a devious smile on Their face. I wondered just what They had learned from my other Mistress, my begetter.

But I didn’t have to wonder long as They leapt back up onto the bed, threw Themself on top of me, and whispered into my ear, “▒░▓▒▒▓░░▒▓▒▓▓░▒▓▒”.

The unexpectedness of the trigger sent my silly head into overdrive. Without thinking, I wriggled my legs out from under Mistress Celia and put myself into a kneeling position, pressing my head low against the bedsheets.

“That is adorable!” They proclaimed. “I’m glad this shit still works on you even as a vampire. Naomi says it helps for it to be baked in before turning… I guess she has a bit of experience with Valerie.”

I raised my hands off the bed just enough to sign “yes, Mistress”.

“Good girl. Now, uh, ▒▓▒░▓▓▒░░▒▓▓░░▒▒▓▒░░.”

Oh! I realized I hadn’t heard that one spoken before, not while I was cognizant of it, at the very least. I raised myself off of the bed and leapt straight into Mistress Celia’s tits, knocking them back, nearly all the way off the bed. Oh Goddess, I really couldn’t moderate my strength, even less now that it was much greater. But at least I knew my place.

“Holy shit!” They groaned, struggling to hold me back. “OK, maybe this one was a mistake for a human to use on a vampire. Think that might leave My chest a little bruised. More than it already is, anyways, heh. But honestly, kinda hot?”

I kept nuzzling against Mistress Celia’s pretty, perky tits, pressing my head in deeper, enjoying every little contour of Their body. Their chest was a little warm where I’d accidentally hurt it, a bruise already beginning to form beneath Their skin, and it made me want to be closer, closer still to Their delicious blood.

“You like it here, don’t you? This is where you belong,” They said, cradling me in Their arms and pulling me closer. I moaned in approval, wanting to express that they were more right than they could possibly know.

“I’m glad you like them,” Mistress Celia said. “I mean, I know you’re being compelled to nuzzle up in there right now, but I can tell it’s more than that. Sometimes I wish My tits were a little bigger, but girls like you going crazy over them tells Me I don’t have a lot to worry about.”

I admired the hickies all over Their tits, plus Mistress Naomi's bite mark, symbols of Mistress Naomi and Hannah’s love for Them, as well as Their other partner’s love. It was true that they were far from the biggest I’d seen, but they still had quite a lot of heft to them. It was clear They had been growing them for at least two or three years. Bodily diversity was beautiful in and of itself.

“Hmm… I wonder what would happen if I combined these two?” They asked, patting my head. “Luna, ▒░▒▓▒░░▒▓▒▒░▓▒▒░▓▓▒▓░▒.”

I suddenly lost track of the room, the bed, the walls, the sheets, everything as I became completely focused on Mistress Celia, on Their tits. Oh Goddess, I loved the effects of this one, letting myself become completely subjugated by one person’s will, and it made me moan out in joy, holding them as tight as I could manage — wait no that was way too much — I lightened up just as They began to yell in pain, and They calmed as I did.

“Hey, Hannah, Naomi, come get a load of this!” They said excitedly. Mistress Celia seemed to have a lot of tension with Mistress Naomi and I wondered if this was a way for Them to somehow get one over on Her. I couldn’t let Them harm my begetter, but right now, I wondered if I’d even be able to notice…

I didn’t care if I heard footsteps, or if I heard the door open, or anything like that other than the Mistress who I had been made to focus on, the only one who truly mattered to me at the moment even though there was certainly a voice in the back of my head telling me that I was wrong, that even though this girl was really hot and seemed like a sweet person, that They weren’t who I really belonged to. But I couldn’t tell if Mistress Naomi was anywhere nearby — as far as I was concerned, She and Hannah might have left the suite altogether.

“Fucking hell, this is so adorable,” Mistress Celia said. “You just can’t get enough of Me, can you?”

I shook my head, confirming Their well-founded suspicions.

“Then drink from Me already, silly girl. From My left tit,” They commanded.

Eager to obey, I dove at Mistress Celia’s left tit, slightly less covered in hickies than the other and absent of Mistress Naomi’s mark, and sunk my fangs in. Their breast flesh was so soft and pliable and Their perky nipple pressed against my face as I drank from the edge of Their tit, Their blood as spicy and bitter as I had imagined, like good hot sauce or a fresh taco, so different from Hannah’s in both obvious and subtle ways. I wanted to continue drinking until I drank Them dry, savoring every sip, and I pulled my hands away from gripping Their body to sign “thank You, thank You, thank You” on the off chance that Mistress Naomi might be able to translate for me.

But soon, I was being pulled away by a strong force, something that didn’t belong to Mistress Celia, who was lying back, catatonic, though obscured by something. I couldn’t begin to imagine or care, only able to focus on Them—

“—▓░▒▓▒░░—”

—something nearly got my attention, something other than the Mistress who had my complete attention, my complete devotion—

“▒░░▓▒▓░▒▓▒░░▒░▓, Luna!” Mistress Naomi shouted, snapping me back to reality. She was gripping me in both of Her arms, holding me back from the non-binary girl trapped in a haze. Hannah was sitting on the bed between Mistress Celia and I, interposed to make it harder for me to get to Them, looking kind of scared and upset.

“Lilith, that’s a powerful trigger, isn’t it, Luna?” Mistress Naomi asked, letting up on Her iron grip as I was able to relax on the bed.

I still wanted more blood, just a little more, and it was dripping from the wound on Mistress Celia’s breast still. Mistress Naomi dashed over to the nearly-unconscious girl’s breast to fix that, licking the wound closed as They moaned in pleasure.

“They’re delicious, aren’t they?” She asked, and I nodded profusely, though it was clearly rhetorical.

“Heh, you know, that’s actually the second time Celia’s been almost seriously hurt by Mistress’ fledglings,” Hannah said nervously.

“They should be fine,” Mistress assured Her thrall. “Not even close to a worrying amount taken. I’m erring on the side of caution, My darling.”

“I’m glad,” Hannah said. “Were they, uh, yummy for you, Luna?”

She reached out her hand and I took it, holding tight as a smile came upon her face, and I signed back “YES!” with as much emphasis as I could provide, holding the sign extra-long.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

I nodded a few times to drive the point home.

“I’m glad that you and Celia were able to find a great degree of… enrichment without Me, shall we say?” Mistress Naomi said. “It’s important for a fledgling like you especially, My dear.” She wrapped Her arm around my back, giving me a single kiss on the cheek.

“Thank You, Mistress,” I signed back. “I can’t keep Them as my thrall, though, no matter what. I belong below Them. With Hannah and anyone else You desire.”

“Of course you do, My fledgling,” She giggled. “You’ll be the lowest of the low if you so desire. I’d never get in the way of that.”

She embraced me once more with Her iron grip then, and Hannah joined Her. I felt loved then, like I had a place in the world, women who appreciated me, who would appreciate my submission to them (even to Them).

But Mistress Naomi stood tall above all others, both literally and figuratively. She alone was my begetter, and She deserved special status much beyond Mistress Celia, even if I had literally neglected anyone but Them for a few fleeting, wonderful moments. And She alone was an immortal vampire who had survived two and a half centuries putting submissive girls like me in our places. I wasn’t sure She’d approve, but I thought She deserved a special title that put Her above any other Mistress I’d have, past, present, or future.

“Thank You, Owner,” I signed. More than anyone or anything else, She made me feel owned, like I was Hers first and foremost, Her pet vampire who She could keep as long as She desired, only reinforced by the profound effect Her hug was already having on my silly head, dragging me halfway into trance, under Her influence as much as the average thrall.

And Her smile was all I needed to know that I had been a good fledgling, and that I was right where I belonged.