I lied in bed, cuddling Sadie in my arms. She was still motionless, not really thinking enough to be aware of her surroundings whether conscious or not. She moaned when I grabbed her tits, and curled up a bit when I would press myself up against her, but rest assured, it was instinctual. If there was anything in her mind at that moment, it was nothing more than obedience and devotion toward her Mistress.

She was peaceful, and I was at peace. These were my favorite moments, making pretty girls my own, comfortable in my presence and enjoying every minute of serving me, every glance in their direction. It was safe here in the dark. Valerie was at home, no doubt still dripping at the thought of being bitten again. Never again would she threaten me – she was a loyal and vigilant thrall already. My other thralls were living their lives as usual, in service to me but also in service to their own desires. I didn’t keep them from that unless I particularly felt like it. At long last, I could relax.

I thought so, at least, until the phone by my bedside started ringing once again.

"Mistress… you're not going to believe this," Sandra said. Delightful to hear her voice again. She must've just come into work. "There's another person here asking for you by name. She says her name is Hannah Burke." I tensed up. Not so delightful after all. Would Valerie's former comrades have caught on so quickly? They mostly seemed far less confident for her. I did not need this right now – there was a delicious girl in bed beside me! What horrible timing.

"Already? What does she want? Is she armed with anything dangerous to me?" I asked. I was already out of bed, preparing to get dressed once again.

"I probably should've prefaced this with that, Mistress. It's strange. She doesn't seem to have anything on her person that could hurt you. Nor any of us, for that matter, unless it's exceptionally well-hidden," Sandra explained.

Strange indeed. Not the answer I was expecting. It wasn't typical for a human to knowingly enter the lair of one of my kind unarmed, particularly at night. Unless…

"You're sure she's human herself?" I asked, zipping up my dress.

"She looks the part. And I'm not finding myself drawn to her… the way we all are to you, Mistress," she giggled.

"Good girl," I said softly, and I heard her moan a little on the other end. I thought for a moment. "It's past midnight. I assume the lobby is not very busy?"

"No, Mistress. It's just me, Gail, and Ms. Burke," Sandra replied.

"Well, tell Ms. Burke that I'll be down shortly. I'll question her myself," I said, putting on my boots.

"Yes, Mistress," Sandra said a bit hesitantly. Concerned for my safety, of course, but I had made my intentions clear to her and so she obeyed. Sandra was obedient like that, as the thrall I had had the longest here at the hotel, the very first human I had interacted with when I drove up in the middle of the night five years ago now to make her look into my eyes and obey. Though confident and self-assured, she had crumpled before me then, as she always did now. Her A positive blood was one of my favorite snacks day to day. I would have to have another taste of it soon.

I blew a kiss to Sadie, still unconscious on the bed. "This will hopefully not take long, sweetie," I said, heading out the door.

I took the stairs as usual, getting a bit paranoid. I did not like having my routine interrupted, particularly by those who presumably intended to threaten my undeath, even if they were doing so rather incompetently. When it was just once in a while, I could handle myself OK, but I was hoping it wouldn't become a regular occurrence, or I would probably have to leave the hotel, at least for a while. Whatever. I needed to focus on the current moment if I was going to get through this. I never liked meeting someone this way, but she'd make another delicious meal, just like Valerie.

As I arrived downstairs, I saw Sandra and Gail each standing behind the desk, eyeing our newcomer closely. Hannah Burke was a tall girl, with straight brown hair cut in a sideshave and ears pierced multiple times. She certainly wasn't dressed as I would expect a prospective hunter to be, in a gray hoodie and pink skirt over tights, with no garlic or silver or wooden stakes in sight. And from the lovely aroma of O positive blood filling the room, she was most definitely a human.

She turned as I stepped into the lobby and let out a little gasp as she laid eyes on me.

"You really came down for me!" she said, putting her hand up to her mouth in a cute way. "Y–you're Naomi Rennt, right?" She stepped back a little bit, clearly nervous but standing her ground nonetheless.

I kept my distance, remaining across the lobby near the entrance to the stairs. It was safer for me, too, this way, in case she was concealing some deadly weapon. "Yes. That's me." I was still a bit bewildered and wasn't completely sure what to say next. I wondered if this is how random girls in the elevator felt when I grabbed them and made them look me in the eyes.

"Gosh… you're much prettier than the person in that ID photo," Hannah said. My ID photo? That must've meant she saw Valerie's research. So she was one of them. How silly of her to have come here unprepared.

"She's a hunter," I said to Sandra and Gail. "Restrain her."

"Yes, Mistress," they both said, rushing out from behind the desk and grabbing her arms. Hannah looked scared, but made no real attempt to resist. What sort of game was she playing?

"I'm not!" she cried out. "I'm not here to hurt you. I don't think I even have anything that could!"

I tilted my head. "Then why are you here? I don't appreciate being strung along like this. You might be aware that there was an attempt on my undeath just this morning?" I approached her slowly. One way or another, she wasn't going to get far. "I neutralized the threat, of course, and you, well, you don't seem to be much of a threat at all. So if you have a reason to be here, then I suggest you come out with it before I grow tired of waiting and make you tell me." As I got close, I reached out and put my hand under her chin. Held tight by Sandra and Gail, there was little she would be able to even try.

Sweating, shivering, and clearly filled with apprehension, Hannah said, "I–I… I came here because… I wanted to ask… please make me your thrall!"

In the silence of the lobby in the middle of the night, there was no sound but my thralls' heartbeats and Hannah's heartbeat, louder than the others, beating right out of her chest. I grinned, showing my fangs as I looked her up and down. She was pretty, and had a wonderful scent about her, both from her freshly shampooed hair and, more importantly, her no-doubt delicious blood. I would not be opposed to granting her request. And yet…

"Well, isn't that an unusual request?" I giggled. "The idea usually makes you humans so afraid. Until you experience it, you can't seem to understand how amazing it feels to belong, to provide, to worship…"

I moved my hand up to cup Hannah’s cheek. “So what makes you different, dear? If you want to be my thrall, I want to know why.”

I looked Hannah up and down. She seemed to be in way over her head, trembling as best she could with Sandra and Gail holding her back and watching my every move. I was careful not to let her catch my gaze, lest it be harder for her to give a coherent answer. She was going to have to let me know why I should put her into trance, if that's what she wanted.

"I'm, just… You seemed nice," Hannah said. "From what I know about you. You don't usually hurt people, right? Even, um, that hunter, Valerie H. She got out OK! She says you were just a regular guest at the hotel, but I can see it's not true. And she's probably your thrall now too. I envy it, because… I think you'll take good care of me. I promised myself I wasn't going to chicken out of this, because I've wanted it for a long time… I fantasize about it every day – being bitten by one of you. Letting you drink my blood. And gosh, you are hot in person…or, I mean, your hand is cold actually! B-but–"

"Shh-shh-shh…" I whispered, cutting her off as she began to talk more quickly, seemingly overcome with flusteredness. Her face was turning bright red. "I understand, dear. There's nothing more you need to explain. Though…how do you know what Valerie is saying about me? That's the kind of knowledge that only a hunter would have."

"I'm on the Clamor server with her…she probably told you about it, right? I don't know her personally. I haven't even talked to her, or anyone on there. I just thought it would be a good way to seek one of you out. A pretty vampire lady who likes girls…and…you definitely seem to be that!" Hannah said. Right now, she was staring at my tits, partially visible out of the low cut of my dress. I loved showing my body off to anyone who wanted to see.

"Well…" I giggled. "I do like girls. I like them a whole lot. And you're right about me, dear. I like to be gentle to my thralls. It's what they deserve for being such good girls. Isn't that right, Sandra?" I looked at Sandra and ran my hand through her hair, giving her some nice, soft pats on the head. Her knees buckled and her eyes rolled back into her head, but she remained standing, still grasping Hannah tightly.

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Sandra said. "I live to serve you. I love your affection. I love it when you drink my blood and when you call me a good girl and give me kisses and headpats and when you fuck me, Mistress." Hannah was eyeing Sandra closely as she said that, the both of them, and Gail too, looking just insatiably horny, all for me. What a delightful group of women I had serving me. Hannah was going to be an adorable thrall. I couldn't wait to taste her.

I looked back at Hannah, her face still red like delicious blood. "Alright, dear. You're very insightful, clearly. You were able to tell a lot about me from those internet posts… I don't understand them that well, to be frank. But Valerie is helping me learn…and you, dear, can learn to serve me in a variety of ways." I returned to cupping her cheek, giving her light and soft scratches.

"S-so you'll do it? You'll–um, bite me?" Hannah asked, lowering her voice, peeking around the lobby. "I–is it OK to be doing this here? Is someone gonna see?"

"Don't worry about that now, dear," I said. "It's the middle of the night, in early autumn. Very few humans are interested in coming out of their rooms at this time. But if they do, I have my contingencies."

"O–OK," she said, seeming a little more at ease. "So what are you going to do to me? Are you going to hypnotize me? Make me feel all blank and empty and relaxed? A-are you gonna call me a good girl and scratch me on the head when I obey you? Are you gonna make me kneel down and look up at you longingly? Are you gonna fuck me senseless until I can't think of anything else at all? Are you gonna pin me down a-and sink your fangs into my neck?"

I giggled. She sure had some ideas. I had really struck the jackpot here, a pretty girl coming to me of her own accord. I would not disappoint her. She would get exactly what she came for. "Oh, my dear," I said, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "I'll do all that to you and much, much more."

"T-thank you…" Hannah said slowly. "I should clarify. My family hasn't been the most supportive of me since I came out. It felt like taking a gamble with a vampire, but you do like girls… so I thought there was a chance you'd understand. Or, at least be able to to sympathize with how hard it can be to be trans, to be a lesbian… I figure if I go through with this I'll at least have somewhere to belong."

I grinned. She and I had more in common than I could have anticipated. "I was born over 200 years ago, dear. Those terms didn't exist back then, but you can rest assured that I understand your experiences quite well. You are what you are, sweetie. I am always happy to see my thralls living their best lives, just as I exist in my best undeath." Hannah beamed. It always delighted me to see humans living similar lives to my own, though perhaps happier. My happiness never came in life, only in undeath.

"But in the meantime…Gail, search Hannah here for anything that could harm me."

"Yes, Mistress!" Gail said. She had started working at the hotel as a side gig while she finished graduate school, and though she was going to get her degree this year, I was planning on keeping her around for at least a bit longer. Her blood – A negative – was just too delicious, and she was too pretty and fuckable beyond that. Not someone to let go of, and she was such a devoted little cutie that she wouldn’t want to leave her Mistress behind, anyways. More than devoted enough to rely on her for a search like this. She loved keeping me safe.

Hannah looked confused. "I promise I won't hurt you!"

"Promise what you like, dear. It's not that I'm not quite inclined to believe you at this point, but even a small sliver of silver, a thick branch sharpened to a deadly edge, or what have you can be a major problem for my kind. And I've nearly been tricked before by some wily would-be hunters carrying concealed weapons. After this, I'll take you up to my room and have some fun." I grinned at her once more, showing my fangs.

"She's clear, Mistress," Gail said, finishing checking through Hannah's pockets.

"Good girl," I replied, blowing a kiss to Gail. "You both can let Hannah go now." Sandra and Gail released Hannah, and she stumbled forward a bit, looking as nervous as ever, stopping short of running straight into my arms.

"So this is it then? You're going to… make me your thrall?" Hannah said, looking back toward the door. But I had my heart, and my thirst for blood, set on her by this point. There was no going back.

"That's right, dear," I said, grabbing her hand tight. "We're going to my suite now. But maybe… you'd prefer to do this a bit more mindlessly?" I asked.

"Y-you mean… you're going to look me in the eyes?" Hannah asked nervously. I'm sure she, too, was realizing at this point that there was no going back for her. Maybe she was considering backing out, maybe not. It didn't matter one way or the other to me, though. Soon she would have no desire to go back at all.

"Oh, there's no need for that, dear," I said, looking toward the elevator as I pressed the button. I usually took the stairs, sure, but with a cute girl like this by my side, I wanted to give her a quick and easy trip up. "I already have, when we were talking a minute ago. Oh sure, I didn't look you directly in the eyes and drain all the will out of you in one fell swoop, but I didn't need to. All I needed was a few short glances in your direction. You caught a glimpse or two, and that was all I needed to draw you in, each glance making you a little drowsier, a little bit more compliant to my will. It makes it harder to think just picturing my gaze, doesn’t it? That and my lovely voice, dear. It all makes it so hard to focus, doesn't it? It makes you want to just listen and obey. To stop thinking and obey me, because you know I'm your Mistress, dear. You want to worship and serve me so badly that it was terribly easy to just listen along to the words I was saying then, to the words I'm saying now, to let them flow over you like water until it's too hard to think at all any more and you just… sleep."

I glanced at Hannah right as the elevator reached the lobby and the doors opened. It was empty, thankfully. But Hannah made no attempt to enter, because she was just as empty as the elevator. She wasn't moving at all, just waiting for orders in the deep, relaxing trance I had put her into. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "That's it. Good girl. Feeling so calm now, so relaxed, unconcerned about your surroundings, unable to focus on anything but my voice. Now follow me into the elevator, dear."

I heard a faint "Yes, Mistress" from Hannah, the first of many, as I walked into the elevator with her by my side. As the door closed behind us and I pressed the button for the fifth story, Hannah stood beside me with a blank, empty smile on her face, staring forward at nothing at all, her eyes glazed over. I gave her some delicate scratches on the head as the elevator began to rise.

We reached the fifth story, and I led her down the hall, her steps deliberate and yet unfocused. I unlocked my room and opened the door. Sadie was still there, lying on the bed. I hadn't forgotten about her; I could never forget a delicious woman like her, but I hadn't decided what to do with her yet, especially with Hannah here as well. As I led Hannah in, Sadie's eyes opened and she saw us, illuminated by the light of the hallway behind us.

"Mistress…" Sadie said. "How can I serve you? And… who's this?" She peered over at Hannah as I closed the door behind us, leaving the room in darkness.

"This is Hannah, sweetie. She came here asking to be my thrall, and I couldn't help but oblige." I giggled, and leaned down and gave Hannah a kiss on the cheek. "She's deep in trance right now, so I don't think she'll be much for conversation. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Hannah said, with very little inflection.

"Oh-oh gosh, that was me last night, wasn't it? That's so… hot, to see someone else like that," Sadie said. "I was supposed to be driving home last night, but I ended up serving you instead, Mistress! And, I… I've barely been aware of any of it."

"Good girl!" I said, giving her a big smile. "Good girls don't need to be aware of anything more than what I allow you to be aware of. And it's easy for you to forget, if I order you to." I realized that as much as I wanted to, I wasn't going to be able to bite Sadie again right now. It was time to send her home, at least for the time being.

Sadie was cupping her face in her hands, looking over at me all dreamily. "Oh gosh, oh gosh… you're going to take away my memories of all this, aren't you, Mistress? I… I'm your good girl. It's easy for me to forget, Mistress! Being controlled by you… my perception of everything being whatever you decide it is…" She giggled, looking all embarrassed with her hands covering her mouth and her face red. "It's fun to think about, Mistress."

I whispered into Hannah's ear, "Follow me over to the bed, dear. I'll lead you through the darkness." She obeyed, and I sat down on the bed next to Sadie, letting Hannah's hand go, leaving her standing there looking adorably blank.

I pushed Sadie's still-naked body back down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. She was as wide-eyed as she had been when she arrived at my suite earlier, but there was no longer any sign of confusion. She knew exactly what I was doing to her now, and she was loving every second of it.

I leaned down and stared deep into Sadie's eyes again, her excited and flushed expression dulling. "That's it, dear. It's so easy for me to control you, my pretty little thrall. That's it now, sinking deeper and deeper back into my gaze, easier every time. Easier than ever knowing deep in your soul that you're already mine, that I'm your Mistress who you exist to obey and serve."

I looked Sadie up and down one last time, at least for now. Such a lovely woman, with perky tits and curly brown hair that was fun to play with, not to mention the delicious aroma of her blood that followed her wherever she went to my senses. Though she would soon forget me, I would never forget her.

"Now, Sadie. You're going to forget the details of everything that happened to you here tonight. It'll be so easy to forget, like the memories drifting off into the light breeze of a cool, moonlit night. As far as you're concerned, you had an amazing one-night stand, the best of your life. You never found out my name, dear, but I romanced you right into bed in my room. You loved being given hickies all over your tits and you'll admire them every day as long as they remain, though you won't be able to recall exactly how it happened. You won't question the bite mark on your neck, and you'll do your best to cover it up for the time that it remains, but you won't think about why, because when you try, all you'll be able to think about is the amazing orgasm I gave you, the most pleasurable fucking you've ever been given. I fucked you so hard that trying to remember the details just makes you collapse into a blushing, giggling mess who couldn't describe it even if she tried. It was that good." I saw Sadie's mouth curl into a small smile as she accepted her new programming. I gave her a moment to let it all sink in.

"Can you remember that for me, Sadie?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Mistress," she replied.

"Good girl. Now you're going to take your phone in your hand…" I bent down to the floor for her clothing and picked her phone out of her jeans pocket, placing it onto her open palm. "And use it to illuminate the room as you need to get your clothes on and leave. Still so, so deep and relaxed, sweetie. Then you'll walk out of the room and wake up, remembering only your delightful one-night stand. Do it for me now, dear. Please your Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," she said, for the final time (at least for a while). She gripped her phone, slowly getting up and turning on the flashlight. I averted my eyes from the bright light, and carefully moved Hannah out of Sadie's path. Two pretty girls deep in trance could cause problems for each other on occasion, I was well aware. I admired Sadie one last time as she got her clothes on and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her slowly and turning off the light. On the other side of the door, I heard a heavy sigh as Sadie came back to awareness, and then footsteps as she walked toward the elevator.

I looked back to Hannah, staring vacantly just over my head, at the headboard behind me. "Wake up, Hannah," I said.

She let out a little gasp as her eyes came back into focus and she took in her surroundings, the darkness of my room being unexpected and unfamiliar to her. "I-it's so dark in here. Where are we?" She put her hand up to her mouth in surprise. "Is this your lair or something?" She gasped again. "Was I hypnotized this whole time? Did you just…lead me up here while I was like that? Was I just, like, following your orders without even knowing what I was doing?" Though she couldn't see herself in the dark, she was bright red with the realization of what had happened.

I giggled, grabbing her arms and pulling her down onto the bed next to me, making her react all surprised and embarrassed. She really was quite adorable. "Oh yes, dear. All of the above. Though I prefer the term hideout. Or, the entire hotel is my hideout, rather. But this is my suite. Room 508." I placed my finger down on the bed.

"G-gotcha, OK… so…did you already bite me or something? Is that why I feel all tingly? Am I your thrall now?" she asked.

I laughed. "You just feel tingly because you're in the presence of a goddess. No, sweetie, not yet. Trust me, you would know if you had been bitten. And you'll never have to question whether you're my thrall or not. You'll know it in your heart, the way you know that the sky is blue or that the world is round. When you're my thrall, obeying me will come as naturally to you as breathing."

"Oh, and if you were my thrall," I added, "you'd be addressing me properly." I smiled at her expectantly.

"Uh, y-yes, Mistress!" Hannah replied, a bit hesitant and yet sort of enthusiastic. "What you described just now… that sounds amazing. I really think I want that. To be yours, safe in your arms. To not have to decide things for myself."

"Good girl!" I replied, patting her on the head. She got a huge smile on her face and made the most precious of little noises, making me smile in turn. "Well, you smell delicious, dear… and with you being so eager, I've barely been able to contain myself. Let's fuck." I pulled my dress over my head in one swift motion and unhooked my bra, then slipped my boots off and threw them to the floor carelessly. Then I threw myself on top of Hannah, who was looking particularly flustered at the moment.

"I smell delicious? Um, me, really? Thank you, um, Mistress, but, um, I'm not sure I'm gonna be that amazing a sexual partner, I mean, um–"

"Oh, don't be silly, sweetie," I said, cutting her off. "You'll please me very well. You already are. Let's get your clothes off." I pulled at the collar of her hoodie.

"Yes, Mistress," she replied as I helped her pull her hoodie over her head, leaving her hair all frizzy and messy – very cute, I thought.

"Look at how easy it is for you, dear," I said, smiling down at her. "Addressing me properly. It feels good, doesn't it? Feels right."

"Y-yeah!" she replied, slipping off her plain black T-shirt. "It's, um, really hot to have a sexy vampire lady on top of me like this. It makes me feel things. Um, it makes me feel really horny and submissive. M-mistress."

I lit up at "Mistress", and ruffled her messy hair vigorously. "Good girl!" I said enthusiastically. "It's good to be submissive to me, sweetie. It's how a cute little thrall-to-be like you is meant to be."

"I like being submissive…a lot," Hannah said as she unhooked her own bra. "You're trans too…aren't you, um, Mistress? I had no idea…oh gosh, you've probably been out for a super long time, haven't you? I've only been out for a couple of years, and I don't really know any other trans people around here, I mean, like, aside from online friends." Hannah talked very quickly, moving from one sentence to the next without warning. Talking over her and asserting dominance could be fun, but it was cute listening to her ramble on anyways, so I decided against it.

Pulling down Hannah's skirt, I replied, "The idea of being 'out', dear, is an invention of, let's see…" I thought back for a moment. "I must've first heard it in the 1940s or '50s. I had already been living as me for well over a century at that point. The concept of a trans identity is even newer, though it came naturally to me to adopt the term for myself. It described me and my undeath quite well, despite its unfamiliarity. But, yes, by what you mean when you say 'out', it has been nearly two centuries."

"That's amazing!" Hannah said as she rolled down her leggings, revealing her whole body to me at last. She was almost as tall as me, soft and smooth with a chest that had clearly been recently shaved. She had big tits that jiggled as I adjusted myself on top of her and a small but beautiful dick that was rock hard at the sight of me on top of her. "I know some people who have been out for like, a decade, and that seems like a crazy long time to me. I'll get there someday, but you blow them out of the water!"

I giggled in response to that, and then leaned down and gave Hannah a big kiss on the lips. I didn't stop there, wrapping my arms behind her head and neck and giving her many more kisses over and over, even losing myself a little bit in the passion of making out. We both got our tongues down each other's throats, Hannah working carefully to avoid poking hers on my fangs, which she remained acutely aware of. As we continued, I reached down with my left hand and grabbed her butt as best I could with her below me, causing her to jump and giggle herself a bit, nearly stopping our lovely kissing, but I kept at it. A pretty trans girl like her deserved to be happy, to be pleasured, and to pleasure me in return.

After a little bit more kissing, I rolled over to the left of her, lying on my back next to her as we both laughed, her laugh tinged with stress relief and mine with my usual pleasure of having a pretty girl all to myself. But… no, that didn't fully account for what I was feeling.

"You remind me of myself when I realized that I could be who I wanted to be. Not long after I was turned, mind you," I said. "I never thought I'd be able to do it. And yet….I wasn't the first or the last to identify this way. To be trans. You'll live the life you want to live, dear. I don't let my thralls down. You'll live a delightful life, obeying and serving me as the lovely woman you are meant to be."

I rolled over toward her and whispered in her ear. "Because you are a lovely woman, sweetie. My lovely woman. You smell so delicious that I can barely contain myself. So let me dispel all of your doubt and insecurity here. I'll sink my fangs into your flesh, and take you as my thrall."

"O-on the neck?" Hannah said, still adorably nervous and flustered. "I'm–it really feels good? It doesn't hurt?"

I giggled. "Oh, those aren't mutually exclusive, dear. But it is indescribable, sweetie. A sting, yes, and a lasting one. And yet it's better than the best sex you've had." I pulled myself up and over her body, straddling her legs again. "But not only on your neck, dear. That's too… utilitarian for someone as eager as you. I had something else in mind."

I reached down with both hands and spread Hannah's legs for her, leaving her crotch – and her inner thighs – exposed. I lightly caressed her dick with my right hand, still rock hard. "You can feel it here, can't you? The desire to obey me, to be bitten. Even when you try to resist, the desire is overpowering, isn't it? Your whole body is telling you that you need this, that this is right."

"Yes! Yes! I need it! Please… Mistress! Bite me wherever you want! Drink my blood! Make me yours! I've been holding it in as best I could but you are so hot, so much more than I imagined! So powerful and commanding! So strong… and just looking at you, any part of you, it makes me want to be your thing, to do with whatever you like. To serve you for as long as I live…maybe after that too! Please do it to me, Mistress! I'm begging you! I need this!" Hannah said, thrusting her hips upwards, rubbing her cock against my hand that was still caressing it, panting, breathing hard…it had been a long time since I'd seen someone so needy, so desperate to feel my fangs inside her.

I bent my neck down and bit the inside of Hannah's thigh, holding her stomach down with my hand as she squirmed in desperate glee. Her warm, delicious O positive blood flowed into my mouth and I licked it up eagerly, awfully turned on by Hannah's desperation and submission. I didn't stop there, though. A girl so wanting to be bitten deserved more than just one bite mark. I sank my fangs a second time a little further down her thigh, and again, and again, moving to the other thigh and then upward to the tender parts of Hannah's torso, little nibbles that provided little by themselves but added up to a gourmet meal by the sum of their parts. I moved further upward to her tits, her bouncy and soft tits that were perfect for sucking and biting, alternating between hickies and little bites, one by one. Further up to her neck, I fulfilled her request and gave her one last nice long bite on the neck, savoring every drop of her blood as she screamed and moaned "Mistress… Mistress!", involuntarily thrusting her hips, rubbing her hands all over my body, sprawling out on the bed, squirming around, as she had the most powerful orgasms that she had ever experienced.

I swallowed the last drops, leaning back upwards and licking my lips as Hannah's wounds quickly faded, soon leaving only a couple of small prick marks that would last for the next week or so. I was reasonably careful – I couldn't take too much lest her blood loss be too severe, but I had gotten so caught up in pleasuring her that I had come closer to the threshold than was common for me, I could tell. It had taken time and finesse to find that balance, taking enough to satisfy me while leaving them enough to stay out of the hospital, no worse off than being a little light-headed for a day or two, nothing some hearty meals of their own couldn't help my thralls get over. Hannah's squirming slowed as she went into that characteristic daze, seeming almost unconscious after her first bite, the only one I needed to make her my thrall. But this hadn't been a mere first bite, more like her first twenty or so, each constituting a part of her becoming my thrall, her initiation to pleasing me, and me pleasing her in return, more than she ever could have imagined. Whatever she had expected by coming here tonight, I gave Hannah Burke far more.

And so she remained there for the next several hours, much as Sadie had before her, and Valerie before Sadie, and Gail before Valerie, and countless other women who I had given similar experiences to over the years. While not unique in that way, Hannah was unique in asking me for this proactively. It was rare, but not unheard of, for humans to desire my kind without being made to.

I had heard stories – some wanted to serve like Hannah, but more often someone would come asking to be turned into one of my kind. That was a wish I wasn't quite willing to grant. Even thinking about doing so sent shivers running down my cold spine, bringing back memories of times long past when my sister and I had been killed and turned into what I was now. I didn't regret it, really, and I cherished my undeath, but it wasn't something I was willing to carry out myself. Too much baggage associated, and I tried to kill as little as possible to begin with. Turning a human was a finicky process – the body would need to be drained completely, not leaving a single drop, and the body would need to be kept fully intact. Failing at either of those by even a small margin meant a permanent death, and why risk that when I had a perfectly good retinue of human thralls with delicious blood?

A couple of hours passed, and Hannah came to in the early morning, 7 AM or so right as the sun was no doubt beginning to rise outside – nearly my bedtime. She blinked a few times and looked around, her eyes heavily squinted as she tried to make sense of where she was in the darkness. I watched her with amusement as she noticed I was still there, stopped peering around, snuggled back up against the side of my naked body, and closed her eyes.

"Good morning, dear," I whispered, stroking my fingers through her hair.

"Mistress…" she murmured. "I'm yours… completely. It's just like you said… I feel it deep inside myself. I know… I'm yours."

I smiled, leaned down, and kissed the top of her head. "You are, sweetie. You're my good girl. You always will be."

"It's… everything I wanted. I was pretty sure about that before, but I'm completely sure now. That's how it works, isn't it? You made me sure. You made me yours."

"Oh yes, sweetie." I moved my hand under Hannah's body, and hoisted her up on top of my chest, her head approximately level with my tits. "Vampire bites tend to have a 100% satisfaction rating, regardless of what one thinks about it beforehand. It really doesn't matter what you were thinking about, worrying about, concerning yourself with when you're faced with beauty and allure like mine, does it?" I asked.

"No, Mistress," Hannah giggled, looking at me all adorably. "You are so fucking beautiful and alluring. Gosh, I feel so… devoted? LIke I just want to obey and worship you all day long. Make you happy however I can. It's a weird feeling for me up to this point… it feels fucking great, though! I feel like I can just let go and listen to you. Just, if you give me orders and force me around and stuff, and I can like, obey them and stuff." No further explanation needed. I loved having pretty girls obey me as much as they liked obeying me, after all.

"Bury your face in my tits, dear," I commanded. She obeyed, letting out a muffled "Yes, Mistress" as she shoved her face downward, moving her head side to side a bit to get the full experience of the edges of my soft, bouncy tits. I placed my hand on her head and pressed downward firmly.

"You want to obey and worship me? This is your place, dear. This is the best place to do that. You know that you can be the most devoted to me when you're right where you belong between your Mistress' tits," I said.

"Or," I continued after a few seconds, moving my hand round to push her head up on top of my left tit. "When you're right where you belong sucking on my tits. Pleasing me. Knowing your place. Knowing that you exist to serve me."

Hannah let out a vocalization that I could only assume was another "Yes, Mistress," but it was totally unintelligible as she sucked on my nipple, lightly but thoroughly, losing herself a little bit, probably a lot, actually, in the process.

"You can suck harder, dear. You're not going to hurt me, you know. Very few things can," I said. She began to suck harder, losing herself more and more as I placed my hand on her back and slowly rubbed it. "And that's what you are, aren't you? A thing. My thing. My pretty little thrall, always obedient and eager to serve." She sucked more and more as I began to moan and arch my back, loving every moment of it. Hannah was awfully good at sucking tits. I held her tight, whispering encouragement as she kept sucking and I kept moaning, all the way until my bedtime. And I would rest easy knowing that I had a good girl like Hannah by my side, now and forever.