>Be anon, or, more accurately:
>Be newly christened Count Anonymous; consort to Duchess Vinyl Scratch.
>You are down in the understudy of the decrepit lair Vinyl now shares with you...
>And by lair, you mean some old musty tomb that she hypnotized a bunch of immigrants into opening and expanding to be three stories underground.
>It looks exactly as you'd expect an ancient 1000 year old vampire's lair would look like. 
>Tons of dust, skulls, red candles, incense, and bookcases filled to the brim with old forbidden books containing the darkest, most closely kept secrets of the occult.
>You are looming over one of these books right now. 
"The dagger, steel; his heart, dead; his pain, real; his eyes, red; the seeing eye glass shows him the way through the pinhole of the divine..."
>...
>A shitstorm of decades-old dust erupts into the air as you clamp the book shut and place it back on the shelf. 
>It's a good thing you don't breathe anymore, since by now you'd probably have come down with lung-rot or cancer. 
>The heavy stone door to the understudy weighs hundreds of pounds, but it slides open like its made of paper. 
>Vinyl enters the room, carrying with her the spicy and sweet smell of virgin blood. Her eyes glow a deep crimson in the shadows.
>Makes your dick jump everytime you see it.
>Hey wait if you have no blood flowing how can you- ah fuck it. 
>Mentally, you tug at the front of your mind and feel a slight pressure.
>The shadows and darkness not beaten back by the candles lifts, replaced by an illuminating red glow. 
>Vampiric night vision, baby. Can't live without it. 
"Hey Vines," you take a deep whiff of the delicious smell she has, "got some virgin blood this time, Eh?"
>She stays silent, and after a few seconds, she pulls out a mason jar full of dark red liquid.
>Your mouth waters at the sight. 
"Who?"
>She chuckles.
>"Who do you think?"
>Yeah, stupid question.
"Octavia again? Isn't it dangerous to keep taking her blood like that?"
>She closes the gap between the two of you by way of levitation, and places the jar on the desk.
>"Nah, it's fine. It's a lot less dangerous when the thrall is giving it up from their own will. Their actual will, not hypnotism. Plus I'm old enough now to where I can just regenerate whatever I take from her.
>Ah. 
>You still don't this whole thrall thing, or how to hypnotize humans yet, but you'll take her word on it.
>You look at the jar..
>You can already feel the contents of it slowly making its way into your belly. 
"Guess it's a good thing she's a virgin, eh? Won't be so delicious otherwise."
>She laughs; runs a cold, pale finger up the nape of your neck. It makes you shiver, her touch does. Intoxicating is the word that comes to mind. 
>"She's not going to be a virgin for long."
>With great effort you tear away from the mason jar to look at her incredulously.
"Uh... Come again?"
>Vinyl beams at you, her sharp canines protruding from the corners of her mouth. 
>"You heard me. 'Tavi was the one who had the idea. She says she's known me for so long, and loves how it feels when she gives blood so much that she wants you and I to start going the other direction with it."
>Whaaat the fuck man. 
>She sees the disbelief written all over your face. 
>"It's true. Here, let me reenact what she did..."
>Vinyl slowly unzips her hoodie, biting her lip as she does so. 
>She backs slowly away from you, and throws the hoodie to the ground.
>Your mouth falls open.
>She isn't wearing a shirt, or a bra. 
>Your eyes are glued to her pale, perky breasts.
>"Please, I want it..." she whispers, her hand sliding down the front of her pants. "I need it..."
>Magnum dong engaged.
>Slowly and methodically, she pulls her sweat pants down, and it turns out she isn't wearing anything underneath those either. She shamelessly stands nude in front of you, glory and all. Completely shaven. Not a hair in sight.
>Gently, she circles her fore-finger around her clit, groaning.
>"Please. Use me. Take my blood, take my body."
>Your dick is so fucking hard that it hurts.
>Planting her ass on the cold floor of the tomb, she wastes no time spreading her legs apart, revealing every little detail. 
>"Take me..."
>The resistance falls.  You tear off your clothes and tackle her, which begins the struggle.
>Growling, the whites in her eyes turn a glowing orange. She easily rolls you onto your back, straddling you. 
>Your primal Vampiric instincs kick into overdrive; they scream at you to push back and reclaim your previous position.
>So with all you have, you try to push her off, but to no avail. All you can do is accept.
>Satisfied with the outcome of the struggle, she wastes no time. Quickly she lines up her entrance with your cock, then slams down upon it.
>Waves of pleasure ripple throughout your body.
>Voice layered, she moans. The candles in the room extinguish, and the books go flying out of the shelves. 
>Like a mindless animal, she bounces wildly up and down on you, grunting and eventually screaming with every pound.
>It feels like heaven.
>You want to move your arms and hold her hips, but the second you try, she pins your arms down in place with an ironclad grip. 
>Power must be surrendered to the victor. All power.
>With one final bounce, her nails rip into your wrists drawing blood. She moans loudly, seizing up in sheer pleasure. You feel her tighten around you, which makes you groan and reach your climax as well, exploding all over her insides.
>After a few minutes, and a few more shakes, she snaps out of the lust-filled haze.
>Her eyes fade back into their normal colors as she unmounts herself; a mixture of her juices and yours seep of her onto you.
>She forces you into little spoon, her hand resting on your flaccid but still throbbing dick.
>"As soon as you're ready," she whispers, "you and I are going to go rock that virgin's world."
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