Lady Vomun's Parlor

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  Minutes Since...? Enterrrring?

  Ketch felt a hand on her shoulder, pressing down. She resisted its pressure. She was... not where she was supposed to be, she thought. She had something else to do.

  But it was also so warm. Like home, but drier. Slowly, her knees buckled, taking her down to the comforters piled up on the ground.

  "Girls?" Lady Vomun called. "You've a new sister. What do you say?"

  The women who had been scattered like so much trash around the room stirred, lifting their heads. On their necks were matching sets of wounds, two neat holes, dried spots of red dripping down beneath them.

  "Thaaaannkk yooouuu, Your Grace," came a chorus of slurring, drunken voices. A distant part of Ketch recognized in her own voice some of that detached tone, if not as intense.

  "You're very welcome, little darlings," Lady Vomun replied.

  Ketch frowned, shaking her head, and tried to stand.

  An impossibly strong force smmed her back down. Her knees bounced painfully off the wood beneath the comforters. Ketch squirmed as fingers of cold iron cmped into her shoulder, her desire to resist building.

  Until a hand grabbed her chin, tilting her face upward, upward, until she was curved back over herself, cloak fallen open as her small breasts poked up into the air, nipples stiff and poking through her shirt from the chill. She caught sight of the beautiful red irises of Lady Vomun, so wonderful, and held the position.

  "None of that now, darling," Lady Vomun instructed sternly. "There's a fire, a bnket, and your sisters in this room. What more could the outside world offer you?"

  Ketch felt like there should have been something else that mattered, maybe even several things, but for the life of her, she couldn't recall it. Lady Vomun kept her in that bent position until Ketch's muscles were burning. Only when Ketch's thoughts turned away from leaving– a silly idea, she slowly recognized– did Lady Vomun allow her to rex. Ketch obligingly slumped over backward, letting the stronger woman's hand take her weight. She was eased to the comforter.

  "There we go. My, but you're a persistent little thing. A shame to think of how much that fiery spirit must have put you through. Isn't it so much nicer to just y here with your sisters?"

  "Sisssss tersss..." echoed a chorus of voices, humming the word like a church choir.

  Ketch licked her lips again. She felt all dried out, even though she'd soaked in a heated tub before the trip. Something was tugging at the back of her mind, familiar and insistent, but it wasn't much next to the piercing light of Lady Vomun's eyes. Ketch smiled softly up at the woman.

  "I've never had sisters, before. Are they nice?"

  "Oh, they are just the sweetest," Lady Vomun reassured. "Darlings? Why don't you introduce yourself, and tell your new sister what's best about you?"

  Ketch wasn't sure when it had happened, but through her muddled thoughts, she became aware she was back on her feet. She was also looking down at one of her new sisters, whose skin was paler than any other, exposed by her complete nakedness. Her rge breasts, Ketch noted, had the two small puncture wounds that most of her sisters had on their necks. Ketch quivered, and wondered if Lady Vomun would like her far smaller chest enough to do the same. She wasn't sure which answer she wanted.

  "I'm... um... oh, I used to be Intas, but that doesn't matter much anymore, does it, Your Grace?"

  Lady Vomun's fingers, wrapped around the back of Ketch's neck, squeezed appreciatively.

  "No, it doesn't. What is your real name?"

  "Mmmm... Tally?"

  "That's right, darling. And why is your name Tally?"

  The woman rolled nguidly over, pressing her breasts into the comforter so they spilled out to either side, raising her ass into the air. Across the pale, smooth expanse of her cheeks was a series of switch marks, welts red and raised. Next to each welt was a small tattoo, a nondescript bit of script.

  "Because you use me to count the rest of the girls, ma'am. So you don't drink too much from them. I'm helpful like that, aren't I?"

  "You're very helpful indeed, Tally." Lady Vomun took Ketch's wrist and brought it forward, encouraging her to squeeze Tally's ass. Ketch felt like she should have resisted, but... it was a very nice ass. "Do you think I have enough room on here for your new sister, or will we have to make us a second Tally?"

  Tally gasped as Ketch's fingers dug into the reddened stretches of skin, still fresh enough to sting. Tally frowned like a child being denied sweets.

  "No, Your Grace! I have plenty of room for more sisters! You can't have another Tally, you just can't!"

  Ketch felt Lady Vomun's grip on her wrist tug, lifting her arm up, then drive her hand down in an open-palmed smack. Tally yelped, knees shaking, but she didn't stop presenting herself.

  "Ah, well, I'm sure we'll find a spot," Lady Vomun hummed. "It would be a shame to have to train another Tally. You've been one of my favorites, you know."

  "Tthhhhhankkk youuuuu," Tally sighed, slumping back down.

  Lady Vomun took Ketch around the room, introducing her to her new sisters in simir fashion. Every time Ketch met a new sister, she felt two competing reactions surge up within her. The first, of revulsion, but peculiarly suppressed, her panic softened like a kettle's whistle filtered through several intervening walls. The second emotion was more obvious, making itself apparent between her thighs, running down her legs. Her scales rasped against each other as she rubbed her thighs together, trying to find friction that her limp, useless hands couldn't provide.

  Lady Vomun had a sister just for massaging her calves, Ketch learned, and another for massaging her shoulders. Their names were Calves and Shoulders, respectively, and when Lady Vomun wasn't present, Ketch was even going to be allowed to use them herself. How nice was that?

  "But what," Lady Vomun asked once the introductions had been completed, "will your name be? Tell me, little darling, what good are you?"

  Ketch felt that familiar prodding at her mind intensify, a tapping at the back of her skull, but it wasn't enough to distract. She stared lovingly up into Lady Vomun's swirling eyes from the woman's p, working through her sludge-filled thoughts to find what kind of sister she should be.

  "I'm good at hiding, Your Grace," Ketch murmured.

  "You certainly are, darling," Lady Vomun purred, grazing a fingernail up and down Ketch's neck. "But that won't do much from in this room, now will it? What else are you good at?"

  Ketch frowned, disappointed. Hiding was what she was best at, and Her Grace wouldn't let her do it? That was sad.

  What else, then...? Ketch shifted her head a little bit deeper into Lady Vomun's softness as she tried to think.

  "I'm good at sucking cock," Ketch offered. She nestled her head a little bit higher in Her Grace's p. "I don't gag, or choke, and I can hold my breath for a real long time. But..." Ketch felt tears welling up as she felt nothing poking her head from between Her Grace's legs. "...I don't think that'll help with you. I'm so sorry, Your Grace."

  Her Grace first raised her eyebrows at Ketch's profession of her skills, then quickly smoothed the surprise away.

  "That's alright, darling. I'm sure I'll have some guests who will make use of you. But what about for me, hm? What can you offer for me?"

  Ketch wracked her brain, wading through the sludge that had gummed her thoughts up.

  "I have quick fingers, and I can tie knots and pick locks. If we get any new sisters that aren't as nice as me, I can make sure they stay around until you come help them get nicer."

  This time, Ketch was rewarded by a quick, dizzying press of a thumb to the artery in her neck. She gasped appreciatively.

  "Now that might be a useful thing for you to do, darling. What would your name be, though?"

  "Knotmaster," Ketch eagerly replied, without hesitation.

  Her Grace frowned. "Hm. Maybe leave your naming to me, darling. I'm sure I'll think of something. In the meantime..." Strong arms rolled Ketch onto her side, spilling her out of Her Grace's p. Instinctively, without any thought required, she craned her head to the side, exposing as much of her neck as she could manage.

  "Oh, you are just a treat," Her Grace cooed. "I don't think I've ever had a girl so ready to bend to my whims before."

  Through her growing haze, Ketch heard a strange, beautiful woman's voice echoing.

  Damn, girl, you're really bad at not getting mind controlled, aren't you?

  "Mmmnoooo I'm not," Ketch denied, doing her best to present her neck to Her Grace. "Mmmnot mmmmind controlled... just... feeeeels so niiiiiice..."

  Her Grace chuckled. "If you insist, darling. Now, be a dear and hold still, won't you?"

  Ketch froze, anticipation thrumming in her veins. She was turned away from Her Grace, unable to watch her approach, but she could hear so much. Her sisters across the room, their heartbeats intensifying as they watched Ketch, and Her Grace moving forward, not a thing thudding in her chest. There was the sound of flesh splitting, the creak of teeth growing long, and then Her Grace's cold breath tickled her neck.

  The pounding in Ketch's mind rose higher, and it snagged her interest for a moment, almost enough for her turn away from Lady Vomun.

  That possibility was erased the moment the first drop of Her Grace's spittle nded on Ketch's neck.

  Ketch hissed as the drops nded on her skin, a sharp pain spreading through her scales. Ketch recognized the sting as venom, as if she'd been bitten by one of Tulian's innumerable spiders. Unlike a spider's bite, however, that initial discomfort quickly faded, repced by an anesthetic numbness. The deadening effect wormed its way through the veins of her neck, jumping further through her body every time her pulse thumped.

  Then Her Grace's tongue was on her neck, and the flicker became a bze. Ketch's mouth opened in a soundless O, the heat searing her straight through.

  It was beautiful, she realized. Even the roaring rage trying to pierce her skull from afar was ignored, so delectable was the venom. It tingled and buzzed all along her neck, working up to the right side of her jaw, which sckened, and down to her shoulder, which slipped loose from where she held it. Her Grace drew a long, slow lick across her throat, and soon the entire right side of Ketch's body was abuzz with alien pleasure, paralyzed.

  Ketch whimpered, wishing she could bring Her Grace closer. As she couldn't move the right side of her body, Ketch had to content herself with the slow licks she was graced with. It was... so wonderful. Wonderful, really, was the only word for it. What began as an electric tingling on her skin seeped further into her body, suffusing her muscles until they were loose and pliant. The venom was pumped through the rest of her body in waves, seeming to pool between her ears, cutting what was left of her reason to tatters. Her mouth was watering so much that drool was falling from her lips in a thin stream onto the comforter, and she had neither the ability nor desire to stop it.

  Her breathing slowed by degrees, until she was taking half a breath every few seconds. At the same time, her heart began to pound fiercely, like it did when she was leaping across the rooftops. The discordance was something she'd never felt before. Her vision darkened as she failed to get quite enough air to keep up with her pounding pulse.

  She loved it. It was like when she was being choked, but so much better, the fuzzy lightheadedness dispersed across her entire body. It was so nice that the growing heat on her left hip was something she barely registered, lost in a haze that her addled mind was certain had to be the peak of pleasure.

  To her groaning excitement, she was proved wrong. Two sharp tips pressed against her neck, right over a spot where her pulse was making her scales jump. Even the first prick of the fangs was wonderful, but some instinct told her that it was nothing to what would come next.

  Her Grace pressed forward, slipping her fangs into Ketch's neck, and she lost herself. If she'd had control of her body, she would have screamed out in ecstasy, bending double as her core contracted involuntarily. As it was, she y perfectly still, taking Her Grace's fangs into her neck.

  And then? And then? Oh, gods, she felt the woman suck.

  A gurgling moan rolled out of Ketch's throat, blowing bubbles in her drool. The feeling of her blood flowing from her neck was the peak of existence. There was no greater pleasure, no purer satisfaction, than feeling her body provide Her Grace with what she desired. Ketch felt her pussy cmp down on nothing, gushing in an orgasm that appeared from nowhere, her toes and fingers curling in absolute, perfect delight. Her Grace hummed into Ketch's neck, and even the slight tingle had Ketch's diaphragm spasming once more, another shotgun orgasm wracking her body as she choked out her weak little whines.

  And all the while, she felt that heat growing off her left hip. Selly's dagger was slipping itself from its sheath, jumping in time with the throbbing pressure assaulting Ketch's mind.

  Ketch paid it no mind, because there was no need.

  Lady Vomun continued to hum, her fluttering eyeshes tickling Ketch's neck. She was nearly as lost as Ketch in the taste of her blood, devouring a taste unlike anything she'd ever known. No fine wine, nor exotic body, nor even maiden's blood, had ever tasted like this. It was as if the woman she'd found snooping through her manor was awash with pure magic, suffusing her blood with a crackling energy that she could never get enough of. Lady Vomun always tried to keep her toys around for as long as she could, as was good practice for vampires to avoid scrutiny, but this woman? This pathetic little Azarketi, with the most pliable mind she had ever seen? Lady Vomun did not think she would have the self control required to not drain her dry then and there.

  And so it was that Lady Vomun, lost in her own waves of delight, did not notice the moss growing across her prey's skin. She did not notice the tendrils of kelp spreading from the strange dagger beneath the prey, nor did she notice how it grew slowly out across the floor, anchoring itself in the boards, then rising up to surround her. She shivered and drank freely of the Azarketi without hearing the concerned cries of her livestock, who were watching the vines intertwine into a cage around her head. Her eyes were closed, her thoughts drowned by blood.

  Until, suddenly, the kelp snapped tight.

  Ketch opened her eyes, recognizing the paralysis being slowly purged from her body. She could see Lady Vomun struggling against her, fangs still impaled on her neck. The kelp bindings had wrapped around Lady Vomun's body, pulling her into Ketch, and even her vampiric strength wasn't enough to pull away.

  Ketch sighed, bringing her arms around Lady Vomun's sides in a tight hug. She wrapped her legs around the woman's hips and shifted her head around as much as she could, whispering into the vampire's ear.

  It was not Ketch's voice that spoke.

  "What a foolish little spawn you are," Selliana rasped, caressing the vampire's cheek with the back of Ketch's knuckles. "To think you could take from me my little guppy? Make her your own?" A ragged cackle crawled out of Ketch's throat. "Silly, silly little thing you are. Though she did seem to be enjoying herself, I must admit."

  Ketch's body rolled to the side, so that she was ying atop the vampire. The kelp bindings unwound themselves deftly as she moved, always keeping the monster restrained, but without restricting her own movement.

  "Do you fear dying, spawn?" Selliana croaked.

  With her fangs still buried in Ketch's neck, the vampire could not respond, but the panic in her eyes spoke for her.

  "I'm gd to hear it, fruitfly. Would you like to know how you might persist in your not-death?"

  The vampire looked as if she wanted to nod, but she was too terrified of her fangs accidentally hurting Selliana's guppy. She remained perfectly still.

  "It is rather simple. Show me your fear, child. It is respect for my guppy that will save your life." Selliana, through Ketch's hand, stroked the vampire's cheekbones. "Now, I'm going to take her out of her your mouth, and you're going to be so, so still, spawn."

  An affirmative whimper sounded.

  Selliana carefully moved Ketch's neck to the side, slipping the fangs from her skin. A little bit of blood trickled down onto the vampire's face, which she instinctively pped up, the taste of it making her shiver. Selliana stretched Ketch's neck out, making sure no muscles had been damaged, then looked down at the vampire.

  Straight in the eye.

  Lady Vomun's eyes peeled back, whites of her eyes growing rge. Ruby lights bzed, defiance roaring so intensely that the ceiling above was awash in red. Vampire and Witch stared into one another for one second, then two, thoughts intertwining.

  Lady Vomun shivered. Then she shook. Then she quavered, her body writhing in her bindings. Bands of muscles bulged in her neck as she tried to tear her gaze away, away from the witch's mind, that brutal consciousness that was overwhelming hers, but she couldn't. She began to squeal like a stuck pig, hyperventiting, the roar of a witch's profound anger tearing through what was left of her tattered soul. She felt the witch's fury invade her mind, felt what the creature wished to do to her, and suddenly knew she would do anything, anything to avoid it.

  The moment that thought ran through her mind, Selliana blinked Ketch's eyes. The bond snuffed out, and so too did the vampire's eyes. The glow of her eyes flickered, then disappeared. Her irises were still red, but dull, so dull.

  Lady Vomun continued to hyperventite in her bindings, vainly trying to pull away from the press of Ketch's body atop her. Around the room, the panicking "sisters" began to blink at one another, the vampire's fell influence fading from their mind.

  "Now," Selliana purred, "it's time for what you can do to save your not-life. You see, spawn, you're rather lucky. That putrid little mouth of yours was being quite enjoyed by my guppy, and I do so hate to take away her toys. These next few minutes will be something of a trial for you, I believe. Do you understand?"

  Lady Vomun couldn't stop shivering. She was lost in fear, stammering.

  "I-I-I-I-I d-d-don't... I don't..."

  "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

  Selliana's roar flung spittle from Ketch's mouth into the vampire's face, so loud that the fire across the room crackled and sprayed sparks into the air.

  "Yes! Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm so– I didn't know, I didn't know!" Lady Vomun wailed.

  "Good," Selliana rasped. Her consciousness began to fade from Ketch's body, but not before she spoke one st time. "I'll be watching, spawn."

  A moment ter, Ketch blinked, and this time it was truly her that did it. The kelp bindings loosened around Lady Vomun's body by a few degrees.

  "I thought of another skill I have," Ketch hummed, enjoying the feel of the venom coursing through the veins, now that Selly had suppressed the paralytic effect. "I have a very nice girlfriend."

  Lady Vomun said nothing. She just opened her mouth, looking to Ketch for permission, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Ketch looked down at her, considering. After letting the vampire soak in her terror for a few seconds, she shrugged.

  "Oh, alright. It does feel rather nice, after all."

  Lady Vomun waited no longer, pressing her tongue to Ketch's colrbone. She bobbed her head up and down, spreading the delectable sensation across Ketch's body like a wanton whore. The rogue sighed contentedly, and reached to the hem of her undershirt, tugging it over her head.

  "If you really want to please my girlfriend, you'll have to try your best. Get to it."

  Lady Vomun was not a stupid woman. She saw the small buds of Ketch's breasts exposed, nipples achingly hard, and took to vishing them with her tongue.

  "Oh," Ketch moaned, pressing a hand to the back of the vampire's head, "that's very nice. You need a bit more practice, but I'm sure we can get to that in time."

  Lady Vomun redoubled her efforts, the mere hint of her actions being inadequate petrifying her. Dimly, as she did her best to keep her fangs behind her lips, she wondered if the Azarketi would let her taste her blood once again. Some day, maybe, if she behaved well enough? Lady Vomun could only hope.

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  Sporaton Capital

  Selliana-Ketch Estate

  Two Weeks Later

  Lady Vomun pressed her nose to her owner's soft neck, bent low to do so. She wanted to flick her tongue out, to taste Owner's wonderful scales, but she didn't. That wasn't what good girls did, and only good girls got owner's blood. Bad girls got the awful cow blood, or even worse, pig blood, and she didn't want that at all.

  Some part of Lady Vomun– or Noctie, as she was now known– could recall a time when she wouldn't have worried about someone else's permission. She could remember when she had pride in her name, and didn't just accept being called some silly thing like "Noctie." The name was because she was nocturnal, of course. Owner's names were always...

  Not bad! Not bad! Owner is never, never bad! Oh, Noctie, stop it, stopitstopitstopit! You can't think that!

  When Owner didn't give her permission to lick, Noctie pulled away. Owner gnced at her, raising an eyebrow.

  "You managed to control yourself? Good girl."

  Oh! Oh, thank goodness! Noctie had been so worried. Owner had come home te, and Noctie hadn't had much to drink at all, and so she'd hoped and hoped that Owner wanted to rex, but she really shouldn't have just jumped up on her like that, because that was almost what bad girls did, and she didn't want to be one, not at all!

  "Did... did you need anything from me, ma'am?" Noctie asked, csping her hands before her waist, so her arms pressed her breasts together. Owner liked her breasts, she knew. Enough to let her drink, maybe? Noctie hoped so.

  Far, far away, nestled safely in a chained recess of Noctie's mind, y what was left of her old self. The proud Vampire Lord, who had spent two hundred years hidden in pin sight. She had tricked the mages of the greatest nation on the continent for decades, centuries, and drank from who she pleased, when she pleased. A terror in the night, with her husband by her side, the pair of them among the only Vampire Lords in history to coexist, rather than compete.

  That had changed, two weeks ago. Her husband was now locked in the basement below, brought to heel beneath Noctie's unforeseen assault. After she'd drunk him dry, he'd been her thrall as surely as any mortal. She'd been sad at the time, but she'd had no choice. The taste of Owner's blood was like nothing else. Vampires fed on the magic of life in the bodies of others, and the witch's magic suffusing Owner had been...

  Noctie shivered just at the thought, her fangs involuntarily elongating. It was purer than anything Noctie had thought possible. When faced first with the terror, then the reward, Noctie's pride had shattered. There was nothing left for her to care about, other than earning another sip from Owner.

  "I don't need anything, no," Owner said, shifting her cloak off to one shoulder. "Did you finish your report?"

  "I did!" Noctie chirped, happy to have something to please Owner. "I couldn't get rid of my troops from the army, of course, but I did have them stop training, just like you said! And I talked to one of the lieutenants, and he told me all about what the King had them practicing to do. Do you want to read it?"

  "Sure. Just give me a minute."

  Owner moved into the foyer, hanging her cloak on a hook as she passed. Noctie moved to follow, but was intercepted by one of the staff. Tally.

  Wait, no! Bad, bad Noctie! Not Tally! She's Intas!

  Noctie obediently stopped as Intas intercepted her. The woman was dressed in a High Steward uniform, now in charge of managing those that had chosen to remain in the home after Noctie had been overthrown. She looked like she'd had a bad day, and Noctie knew what that meant.

  "Drop," Intas snapped.

  Noctie instantly fell to her knees, ignoring the way they ccked against the marble.

  "Are you hungry?" Intas asked.

  "Y-yes!" Noctie said, bobbing her head eagerly.

  "Good."

  Noctie presented her left cheek happily, watching from the corner of her eye as Intas snagged the pad of her thumb in her teeth, tearing open a small patch. Blood welled up. She then raised the hand, and Noctie smiled, waiting patiently.

  The sp echoed through the home, jarring her skull hard enough for her to see stars. She used to be stronger, but she didn't drink as much human blood these days, and so her cheek ached in a most delightful way. When her teeth stopped rattling, she opened her eyes.

  "Is that all, ma'am?" Noctie asked, a hint of anticipation in her tone.

  "Yes, bitch. Clean yourself up."

  Noctie was mildly sad that Intas had nothing more for her, but she did as instructed, slipping her tongue through her lips to clean up her cheeks. Some of Intas's blood had spshed near her mouth, and she pped up what she could reach eagerly. Intas did not like Noctie using her hands for this, so she waited until the High Steward was out of sight. Only then did she run fingers down her face, collecting the blood and suckling it off her fingers. Once she was sure she'd gotten it all, she stood, heading after Owner once more.

  She found Owner on a couch before the firepce, soaking in the heat. That made Noctie happy; she'd worked hard to make sure the fire would be ready for Owner when she'd arrived. Silently, she stepped up before Owner, kneeling at the end of her feet.

  A few minutes ter, Owner opened her eyes, looking down at Noctie. She held her pose, emphasizing her breasts as best she could in the frilly, low-cut maid outfit Owner had chosen for her.

  "I had a long night," Owner said. "Help me rex."

  Noctie cpped happily, scooting herself forward on the rug. Owner spread her legs, pulling her pants down with a thumb, and Noctie felt her mouth begin to water with venom. It didn't work the same as it once did, before Owner had taken her, but she thought that was fine. So what if it made hunting prey harder? She was a spoiled, spoiled girl, now. Only Owner's blood was worth working for.

  Noctie pressed her nose to Owner's pussy, happily breathing in the scent, then got to work. She did her absolute best, hoping that maybe, if she did a good enough job, Owner might let her have a little nibble ter. Even if she didn't, tasting Owner's skin was nice enough.

  Noctie sighed in contentment, wondering why she had ever lived a life other than this one.