Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Nudity, Sex, Dubious Consent, Sexual Corruption

 

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Xander ran.

 

After his disastrous confrontation with Samedi's lost fledgling, he needed to clear his head. So, he ran. 

 

With the tireless speed of a vampire, he crossed the bridges that gave the poor neighborhood of Bridgeview its name. He crossed the edge of Foundry Cove, where hard-working people slept in modest homes. He skirted the Quarter where, even this late, people laughed and sultry jazz played. 

 

As he approached the quiet mansions of Pendula View, he realized he didn't want to go home. Ophelia Villa would be silent. His wife wasn't there, sleeping in the bed they sometimes shared. As glad as he was that Morgan was far from the feud between the Willow Creek vampires, he missed her. He needed someone to talk to.

 

Turning aside, he found himself rushing toward the door of DuPlantier House.

 

 

"What was I thinking?" Xander groaned. He'd been ranting for a while. "Did I expect the kid would welcome me with open arms?"

 

For her part, Carmilla just sat quietly on her bed, listening. If she was annoyed with him for showing up in her bedroom and waking her up in the middle of the night, she didn't show it. 

 

"Of course she challenged me," Xander continued. "She's on the run. Some strange vampire shows up at her hideout. I mean, God knows how much Samedi has taught her about Court etiquette."

 

Carmilla made a soft sound that might have been agreement and nodded. Xander realized that the thin, black silk of her nighty was almost see-through. He could see the curves her pale breasts. With her knees drawn up, her pale legs shone in the dim light. Her fingers toyed with the nighty's hem, drawing his eye to her milky thighs. To the hint of red hair and the delicate exposed folds of her pussy between them.

 

 

"She didn't stand a chance," Xander continued. "Damn it, I tried to talk her down but... I couldn't stop her. I could barely stop myself."

 

Carmilla made another sound that might have been agreement. It sounded more like a gentle moan.

 

"I beat her," Xander growled. He felt again the rush of strength, of power. The thrill of standing over the defeated fledgling. The hunger. "She yielded. Submitted. I wanted... I wanted to take her. If that witch hadn't been there. Hadn't thrown me into the damn street, I might have..."

 

"Yes," Carmilla breathed. Xander could smell her blood. Smell her lust.

 

"I wanted to take her," Xander growled.  "Right there. On the street. Take her completely."

 

"Take me," Carmilla whispered, her voice so soft only his vampire ears could hear it. "Take me, master."

 

 

Xander's iron control finally slipped. 

 

His clothes were gone, tossed aside with blinding speed. Carmilla's nighty was gone. The shredded remains of it lay scattered on the floor.

 

He loomed over her. Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling herself up to meet him. Her hungry, desperate mouth found his. Her kiss was wild. Passionate. Full of longing. 

 

With a final glimmer of rational thought, he remembered what she always told him. We don't kiss. We aren't lovers. 

 

Her mouth pressed against his. Her lips soft and yielding. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, touching his teeth, his fangs. Her body quivered under him, wild with need. 

 

 

Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed her down onto the bed. 

 

She reached for him again. He seized her wrists. Pinned her down. Her body bucked and writhed under him. Her pressed his hips against hers, felt the hot warmth of her against his cold skin, his cold hard shaft. 

 

Her hips rose to meet him, and he sank into her. Her hot, wet pussy engulfed him.

 

"Yes, master," she panted. "Take me. Use me. Fuck me."

 

 

He drove himself inside her. Thrusting deep, feeling her tight passage stretch around him.

 

"Harder," she begged. "Harder."

 

He pounded into her, violently. She cried out. In pain. In pleasure. In need. 

 

"Please, master," she whimpered. "Hurt me. Use me. Take me. Take all of me."

 

Her body shook under him. He slammed into her with brutal force. He quivered on the edge. Seizing her throat, he pushed her down. His mind clawed for control even as his body spasmed in release. 

 

"Cum for me," he growled, flooding her womb with cold seed. "Cum with me."

 

She wailed under him, her body shaking as she was overcome and undone.

 

 

"Can we talk about what just happened?" Xander asked gently. 

 

They sat together on the edge of the bed, still shivering the wake of the wild lust that had overcome them. On the one hand, Xander felt strangely calmer. The tension that had lingered since his fight with Samedi's fledgling was gone. On the other hand, he was stunned. 

 

Carmilla always put on a strong, dominant mask. The submissive elements of her personality surfaced rarely, only in the throes of passion, and even then she tried to keep them hidden. Also, Carmilla only rarely let him penetrate her and she never, ever kissed him.

 

"I could say 'we fucked, don't make a big deal of it,'" she said softly.

 

"You could," Xander allowed. He'd accept it, if she did but, "You're not going to though, are you?"

 

 

"I guess not," Carmilla sighed. "It's kind of a long story."

 

"I've got time," Xander quipped.

 

"OK," she nodded. "OK, so set the calendar back to 2001. My first year of college. I was young. I was hot. I dressed all in black, listened to dark, moody music and read every book about vampires I could get my hands on."

 

"So, basically no different from the way you are now," Xander offered.

 

"Shut up, geek," Carmilla chuckled. "I was eighteen. I thought vampires were the coolest, hottest thing imaginable... Don't interrupt... Of course, I'd never met a vampire. Until that fall. His name was Rhys and he was everything I had imagined. He seemed like the embodiment of my darkest, horniest vampire fantasies."

 

 

"Rhys didn't hide what he was," Carmilla continued. "Not from me. He said he recognized in me a dark, kindred spirit. That he knew instantly that I alone could accept him for who he really was. The slick bastard played me like a fiddle from minute one.

 

"Soon, I found myself living two lives. By day, I went to classes, studied literature and hung out with my girlfriend Molly. At night, I would sneak out of the dorm and find Rhys. I was completely under his spell.

 

"I'd like to think it really was a spell. That he used his powers to seduce and control me, but he didn't. He didn't need to. I was young and gullible and completely charmed by him."

 

 

"I was in love with him," she sighed. "Completely, head over heels in love, the way only a teenager can be... and, of course, he said he loved me. He said I was his soulmate. Our love was eternal. Fated. Boundless. 

 

"I was prepared to leave everything. Drop out of school. Break up with Molly. All for him. I told him I would do anything he wanted. He said he didn't want me to do any of that. He wanted me to stay in school. He especially wanted me to stay with Molly. He said I need to live in the light. That just made me fall for him even more.

 

"So much, that I didn't find it odd when he said that he wanted me to tell him everything about my days. About my classes. And especially about Molly. He wanted to know every detail. How we kissed. How we touched each other. The feeling of her breasts against me. The wetness of her pussy and how her fingers felt inside mine."

 

 

"He loved hearing about us. So, of course, I told him everything he wanted to hear. Every touch, every moan. The taste of her pussy on my lips. I started having sex with Molly more and more, just to have something to tell him about.

 

"Molly was a little surprised when I started stripping her and eating her out at every opportunity, but she didn't object. At least not at first. Who wants to study when you can have sex instead. It turns out those Foxbury study desks are really sturdy.

 

"Then Rhys said he wanted more from me. For me to prove my devotion to him. I wasn't allowed to orgasm with Molly anymore. I was to have sex with her as often as possible, but I wasn't allowed to cum myself."

 

 

"As the weeks went by, Rhys upped the stakes again. 

 

"It wasn't enough that I have sex with Molly as often as I could. I was to touch myself whenever I had the chance. To bring myself to the very edge of climax, but I was still forbidden to orgasm. If I did, he told me, he would punish me.

 

"I did it. I did anything he wanted. I ate Molly out almost every time I saw her. When I was alone, I would touch myself. In bed. In the bathrooms. In the shower. Every chance I had. Always bring myself right to the edge. Never allowing myself to cum. I was so horny, I wanted to scream. I was going crazy."

 

 

"By this point, Molly noticed I was being weird. Weirder than usual. She wasn't stupid. It was also kind of obvious that I kept jumping her, but wouldn't let her touch me in kind. Being horny all the time was making me distracted and irritable. My grades were seriously suffering. Molly was my friend. She wanted to help. She wanted to know what was going on.

 

"I couldn't tell her. Rhys had expressly forbidden me from telling her anything about him. He said she wasn't ready for him. 

 

"That night, I went to him and asked permission to tell her. To explain everything to Molly. It became one of the only times I challenged him. He was furious."

 

 

"He told me that the only way he would allow it, was if I gave myself to him completely... and Molly along with me. First, he said, I needed to prove that both I and Molly were ready to fully accept him. He needed me and Molly to have sex, together, with another man.

 

"I was stunned. First you have to understand that, until Rhys, I had always considered myself a lesbian. I didn't really even consider Rhys to be a man. As if, being a vampire, he was something entirely different. Our physical relationship hadn't yet gone further than kissing and touching. I had never had sex with a man and neither had Molly."

 

"Rhys was furious. He demanded I do what he wanted. Terrified, I agreed.

 

"I told Molly to meet me in the dorm bathroom. What she didn't know is I had also arranged for one of the guys in our dorm to join us. Thank God, my attempt to turn it into a threesome failed completely. The guy just watched but refused to join because Molly was clearly not into it."

 

 

"Later, Molly demanded to know what the hell was going on. 

 

"Despite Rhys's commands, I told her everything. Almost everything. I told her about Rhys. About the things he made me do. The things he wanted. I left out the part where he was a vampire. In the end, I begged her to join me. That we could be together if we both went to Rhys and gave him what he wanted. Gave ourselves to him. 

 

"Molly was horrified. No, Molly was disgusted. She refused. She didn't want any part of Rhys or what she called 'his little sex games.' She was ashamed and insulted that I'd shared all the most intimate details of our relationship. That I'd done things with her, for him. She broke up with me, then and there.

 

"It should have been the wake up call I needed. It wasn't.

 

"Instead, I went to Rhys. I literally crawled in front of him and begged his forgiveness. Like the monster he really was, he said he was disappointed that he wasn't getting two playthings but I would just have to be twice as good."

 

 

"He'd broken me. I was his obedient, submissive thrall. For two years, I served him, giving him sex and blood whenever he wanted. He even shared me with other men, whoring me out because it amused him. It also amused him to send me back to my classes. To watch me struggle to keep up with my studies, while spending my nights as his sex toy. To know that, anytime I walked across campus, I would see the male students who had paid him to use my body in the most demeaning ways they could imagine. Though all of that, I still thought I loved him. I was like an addict.

 

"After three years, Rhys got bored with me and traded me to another vampire. I was, he said, too used up for him but I still had value as a perfect sexually submissive thrall. My next master agreed and kept me for years, using me for sex and blood.

 

"Eventually, I changed hands again. My new master recognized that I had other talents. I had always been a bit psychic. Baron Bludvin put my psychic powers to work for him and had me trained as a medium. I went from being a sex slave to being a trusted counselor to some of most powerful vampires in the Dark Court. I even advised Count Straud himself on more than one occasion. My new position gave me the chance to reinvent myself. I wasn't a mere thrall anymore. I was a companion, a trusted servant. 

 

"Until I wasn't. 

 

"My fall from grace was quick and nearly fatal. I was saved by a sympathetic member of Bludvin's household, and given to another vampire who nursed me back to health. Once I was fit, he sent me here... home, to Willow Creek."

 

 

"You're free now," Xander said softly. 

 

"You're cute, but you're not very bright," Carmilla replied. "So, now you know. Deep down, I'm still a perfect sexually submissive thrall. You can do anything you want to me, and I'll love you for it."

 

"You're my friend, Carmilla. I'd never do that to you," Xander said earnestly. 

 

"Cute, but not very bright," Carmilla smiled. "Well, if I can get my legs are working again, I'm going to go clean up. Then I'm going to sit in a nice warm bath for a while and sooth my poor bruised pussy. I haven't been fucked like that in years. It should be dawn soon. You're welcome to spend the day here. When I get out of the tub, we can figure out your next move with Samedi's fledgling. Maybe, with my help, you won't fuck up so badly next time you see her."

 

"Now there's the Carmilla I know," Xander smiled back at her.