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Caitlyn’s excited, it’s finally time for the next meal selection and she’s on her way to Stillwater. She likes to choose her meals personally, making sure they’ll be fun to toy with.
The cable car grinds to a stop, doors opening the the foggy, reinforced island. Caitlyn walks with purpose up the stairs to the front desk.
“Any recent trouble makers?”, she asks the sleazy warden, with a smile. Without him they wouldn’t be able to keep this arrangement so discrete.
“Yeah, some girl broke some bloke’s jaw the other day, he didn’t even speak to her”, he says with disdain, “I was gonna deliver her punishment soon, but I’m sure you’ll make sure that she’s dealt with appropriately. She’s in the lower level, here’s the key and some cuffs”, he tosses them onto the desk with a metallic clink.
Not wanting to extend their interaction, Caitlyn gives a curt nod before snatching up the items and heading to the elevator.
The doors slam closed and the rickety elevator makes its way to the solitary confinement cell block. Making her way down the hall she hears a steady thud, then smells the blood. Barely restraining herself from picking up her pace, she soon discovers the source.
This must be her. The girl stops punching the wall and glares through her hot pink side bangs. The buzzed side of her head revealing her strong, unblemished neck. Caitlyn would make sure to change that.
“What do you want?” She spits, “here to beat me up a bit more?”
“Not yet.” Caitlyn replies, scanning the rest of her frame.
The girl was mostly shrouded in darkness but what Caitlyn could see, she liked. She had strong shoulders, intricate tattoos, bloodied knuckles, and god, they smelled sooo good.
“What’s your name prisoner?”
“What’s it to you?” The prisoner retorted.
“I’m your new owner, I thought it was best to know what you’ll respond to.” Caitlyn said, very happy with what she’d just acquired.
“Nobody owns me, least of all some rich princess type”
Deciding she was better to start the obedience training now, Caitlyn infuses her next sentence with charm speak. She approaches the bars, “What. Is. Your. Name?” She says, no longer a simple question, but a demand.
“I’m Vi” She chokes out. “What the fuck was that??” Vi shouts, rushing towards the bars, desperate to do something to this person who had just violated their brain.
“Uhuhuh-,” Caitlyn tuts, stepping just out of reach.
Caitlyn tosses the handcuffs through the bars.
“Put those on. Tightly.”
Vi is quickly compelled, disgust visible on her face.
“You sick frea-“
“Be quiet” Caitlyn cuts them off, “only speak when spoken to, follow me and don’t cause trouble.”
Caitlyn’s charmspeak isn’t all that powerful, but was far more effective on people that were attracted to her. Their trip back to the mansion was quite successful, clearly Vi wasn’t as good at resisting authority as she thought she was.
Finally they made it to the room, the door automatically locks and only Caitlyn is able unlock it, the hex magic being synced to her bio-signature. After bringing Vi into the room, Caitlyn shoved her by her shoulders onto the bed.
“You will not attempt to escape, you will not attempt to hurt me, and you will not scream.” Caitlyn establishes with charm speak, “You are allowed to speak on your own and you no longer have to follow me.” She continues.
Vi looked up at her master, her dark blue hair framing her determined face. Then the vampire had the gall to smirk, revealing one of her fangs. Why was she so hot?
“What do you want from me?” Vi asks, fear and uncertainty peaking through their disdainful expression.
“Entertainment, your body, your blood, and then I’ll get another when you aren’t interesting enough anymore.”
Vi did not want to experience whatever ‘not being interesting’ inflicted on Caitlyn’s toys. Vi was finally out of that dreadful prison, was in a fancy house and likely no records of her existence. For some reason escape didn’t even feel like an option, or a desire, and Vi didn’t want to be disposed of… this was when she decided she’d have to play along.
“So,” Vi said, sitting up straighter and reaching to take off her own tank top. “You want me? My body?” She throws it to the side, then reaches for Caitlyn’s collar as she stands up.
Caitlyn inhales sharply and takes a half step back, but does not withdraw. Jesus Christ that was fast, the vampire thinks, Vi must be more flexible to this kind of thing than she originally thought.
Vi starts to work the jacket off of Caitlyn’s shoulders, letting her calloused hands linger on her arms.
The smell of the bloody knuckles, though dry now, is so close that Caitlyn can hardly think.
Then Vi starts unbuttoning the noblewoman’s shirt making it hard to think for a whole different reason. Vi was going to make the best of these circumstances.
Once the unnecessarily frilly shirt is discarded, Vi can really appreciate the vampire’s body, running her hand down Caitlyn’s sides causes a small gasp to escape her lips, Vi smiles, this really is perfect.
She makes a trail of kisses from Caitlyn’s jaw to her chest, leaving a few hickeys along the way.
Using her grip around Caitlyn’s waist, Vi spins her around and shoves her onto the bed.
Caitlyn doesn’t know what to do, her mind is running a mile a minute, this isn’t supposed to happen.
Vi fumbles with Caitlyn’s belt buckle, but quickly manages to pull the pants and underwear off. Finally seeing her prize, Vi notes that Caitlyn had obviously been anticipating their arrival for a while, already all nice and ready for her.
Vi licks Caitlyn’s inner thigh, then makes a slow trail of kisses to the top, making sure to leave some marks. All of this has had Caitlyn gasping, small moans already spilling out of her mouth.
Vi decides she doesn’t want to pace herself for Caitlyn anymore, licking a streak up the length of her pussy and stopping a moment to suck on her clit, this elicits more of those sweet sounds from Caitlyn. Vi wants to hear more, wants to hear her calling her name.
She moves towards Caitlyn’s face, who whines from the loss of contact. “You better say my name, I’d like to be appreciated for my work. Got that cupcake?”
“Y-yes” Caitlyn manages through her panting
“Name?”
“Yes, V-Vi” she responds, slightly bothered despite being desperate for Vi to return to her pussy.
Vi quickly moves back between Caitlyn’s thighs, rubbing her hands along them as she gets to work with her tongue, hands also making sure they stay spread so the vampire can’t clamp around her.
Dipping her tongue in and out of her vagina, playing with her clit and moaning into her pussy finally brings Caitlyn to the edge.
“V-Vi, I’m gonna-” she starts,
Vi picks up the pace, cutting her off, and quickly causes the vampire to cum, moaning her name. Vi keeps working her through it, but is already thinking of other options.
While the vampire is recovering, Vi searches the nearby drawers, and there- that’s it. The blue and gold detailed strap-on, no physical dildo but using the runes, the energy forms one, completely tangible. Vi finds this out by finicking with it, “perfect.” She says, seeing the blue dick take shape.
Removing her own pants and adjusting this foreign strap-on to fit, she makes her way to Caitlyn, who now seems eager for more.
“Oh, do you want this? You have to ask.”
“Yes. Please.”
“…”
“Yes Vi, I want you to fuck me with the strap on, please.”
Without further notice, Vi gets between Caitlyn’s legs, lining up. The magic strap comes with built in lube, convenient.
She pushes in, and a moan escapes her own throat, collapsing forward onto Caitlyn. That was not what she expected. She can feel the cock as if it’s her own, the tightness of Caitlyn around her, the ridged walls, it was all so much.
With this pleasant surprise, Vi continues to push in deeper, both her and Caitlyn making noises. Vi pulls back slowly, and pushes in again, a broken moan escaping her. She realizes she’s finally face to face with Caitlyn again, who’s staring up at her with this irresistible expression. God, she wanted to wipe it off her face.
Then, Caitlyn bites her. The vampire had been so thirsty, and with the way she moans and how it feels on her neck, Vi can’t complain.
When Caitlyn finally let’s go, Vi kisses her, hard, this isn’t out of passion, it couldn’t be. But they’re moaning into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of Vi’s blood, Vi is creating a steady pulse, pounding into Caitlyn’s pussy over and over again. Every thrust a new gasp, moan, a call of her name. Caitlyn looks so pretty for her, hair a mess, drooling, blood on her face, pussy dripping, she’s taking her cock so well.
Caitlyn starts getting close again “V-Vi”
“Shhhh, can you last me just a little longer cupcake?”
Anguish crosses Cait’s face but she nods, “yes Vi”
Vi kisses her and picks up the pace, she wants to torture Cait with her need, …what she didn’t take into account was how long she herself could last, not thinking it would matter with the magic strap on, but, then she felt it coming, “Cait- Cait I’m gonna-“ and then it actually cums, inside the vampire, the fluid filling her. Caitlyn comes soon after, unable to hold on with those stuttering thrusts near the end.
Both of them are gasping, stealing kisses, then Caitlyn drops her head and says, “God damn it, you might’ve just gotten me pregnant.”