The Vampire's Thrall
Gwendoline Townsend
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It was a textbook vampire incident. Or at least it was to a vampire hunter. Sarah knew it the moment she saw the headlines in the newspapers.

Of course, the major news media wouldn’t report it as such. Oh, no. They would report it as a serial killer, or a serial abductor- that’s always how it started. People were funny about these sorts of things- they didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to see the truth of what was happening around them. Four women, abducted at night, no trace of struggle or chemicals found at the scene? The news organizations were abuzz with police predictions, but there was only one truly obvious answer: it was a vampire creating his little foothold in the city.

They didn’t leave victims this early- not yet. Probably a new vampire, considering the lack of bodies found. New vampires loved siring their victims, bringing new vampires into the fold: they loved the rush of the life draining from their victim’s eyes, replaced by the same demonic fervor once those victims were turned. Older vampires, however, didn’t have that same compulsion: they knew that the more vampires they turned, the more competition there was in the area, and the more chance they’d have of getting caught. So they laid low, played it safe, fed on victims without turning them and left the crime scene looking like a mugging or assault gone wrong.

It made these young vampires easy to spot, since the trail they left was so brazen. Older vampires could take months, even years to find, since it was hard to conclusively spot them. The young ones were bold, adventurous- wolves on the prowl, asserting their dominance over a territory loudly and boldly. The older ones were more cautious, growing slowly, taking as few risks as possible. It made for a very different type of hunt.

Of course, that had its drawbacks as well. The young vampire would likely have kept his new vampires close to him, which meant assaulting him in his lair would be suicidal at best. She had to lure him out, had to get him to come to her- and she had to kill him before he could get away or bring the others to her. Killing their sire would tremendously weaken the others, and she would be able to ferret them out and kill them as well before they could take any more innocents.

So here she was, walking down a darkened street well after midnight in the city’s nightlife district. All of the girls had been taken close to here, which led her to believe that her analysis of the vampire had been spot on. He was young, looking for action- and what better place to hunt than in a district teeming with prey, vibrant with energy, ripe for the picking? She had worn her best clubbing outfit in the hopes of attracting his attention, one that showed off her ample curves. She suspected that would draw him.

Suddenly, after walking for a little under an hour, she felt him in the corner of her mind. Felt the evil, greasy feeling that meant he was near. It sent a thrill of pleasure through her when she felt that: she got a rush from the hunt. She loved nothing more than stalking her prey, stalking those evil predators that preyed upon the helpless, upon the unwary. She loved the frightened look in their eyes when she finally killed them, when they were finally aware that they had gone from hunter to hunted.

That little pulsing feeling in the back of her mind got stronger and stronger, and she realized that he was behind her. She pretended to take a call, ducking into an alleyway on the street, making herself an easy target. She was rewarded when she saw him turn the corner. His aura shone, a malignant, pulsing red- it was different than the black aura she was used to seeing around vampires, but she could not mistake him, not now, not in front of her. He smiled at her, a predatory smile, and she smiled back at him innocently.

“Yeah, Becky. Okay, cool. I’ll meet you there.” She said to the phone, putting the phone back into her purse. He continued to approach her, his smile gleaming.

“Hey babe.” He said. “Sorry, I know this might seem a little forward, but you’re gorgeous. I just had to wait for you to get off the phone.”

“Oh, uh… thanks.” She said, giggling, twirling her hair in her fingers. He was quite handsome- in fact, he was stunningly so. He had not yet been subject to the sharpening of features that the vampire’s curse takes upon people who succumb to it. His skin was pale, which brought his deep black eyes into a sharper relief. He was tall, at least six feet and change. His body was firmly muscled beneath his tight white shirt.

“You know, if you wanted…” he said, moving closer to her. He locked his eyes on hers. “We could take this somewhere more private.”

“More private?” she said, playing along.

“Yeah.” He said. “Unless you enjoy fucking in the street, that is.”

He turned those deep black eyes on hers, and she was almost frozen in place when he did. They seemed to pierce through her, drawing her essence up from inside her and sucking it into the black abyss inside his eyes. She was almost frozen, paralyzed by his intense mental assault. She could feel herself relaxing, letting go, feeling herself sucked away.

“Uh…” she said thickly. She willed her sluggish brain to function, and she was finally able to use her mental defense techniques to block his influence, but she was surprised at his power. All vampires possessed some mind control skill, of course, but his was very strong. She had no doubt the other women had succumbed instantly. Luckily, he took her momentary weakness for complete dominance, and he moved in towards her.

“You helpless little sluts.” He growled, a demonic smile gleaming on his face, all pretense of politeness stripped from him. “I love it.”

“Then you’re going to love this.” She said. She brought her knee up, slamming it into his groin. He cursed, doubling over, as she assumed a traditional battle stance.

“A vampire hunter.” He said. His smile became even wider, and he started to laugh a little as he stood up. “I didn’t even know you could sense us.”

“That’s kind of what we do.” She said smugly, looking at him. She could feel her adrenaline rising, could feel that familiar thrum of excitement through her.

“Oh, my darling. You don’t know.” He said. He smiled. “That will make this even more… pleasurable.”

He struck out at her with the speed only a creature of the night could possess. She blocked it just as quickly, her enhanced hunter skills allowing her to match him blow for blow. They danced, a dangerous dance, a dance of strikes and ripostes, blocks and counters. The rush of the battle never failed to excite her. She never felt more truly alive than when she danced on the edge of death, the devil’s dance with the evil creatures of the night. She felt…

Amidst the blocks and blows, she felt puzzled. There was something else in the excitement. Excitement of… a different sort. It had been there, suppressed by the action of the battle, and so she had ignored it. Now, however, it was getting too powerful to ignore- a strong, irresistible, coursing lust thrumming inside her. It distracted her for a moment, and she was rewarded for her momentary lapse with a strong punch to her ribs that she failed to block.

“Tsk tsk, little girl.” The vampire said, attempting another haymaker that she was able to block this time. “I can’t be your first, can I? But then again, it can be so difficult to fight with distractions of a… pleasurable sort.”

The way he said pleasurable sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine… and through her sex. His low, deep voice seemed to thrum through her, stirring up her arousal in a way she hadn’t thought possible. She didn’t know what kind of vampire trick this was, but she had to stop him before it progressed any further. She went for a quick, clean takedown, sweeping his legs from under his feet and pinning him down firmly, a perfectly timed open palm strike knocking the wind out of his chest.

Except… she didn’t withdraw her hand right away after the strike. She should have killed him, then and there, driven a stake through his heart. But she was distracted by her hand on his chest, by the feel of it beneath her palm. It was hard, firm, and she had the sudden urge to grasp it, rake her nails along it, to be close to the-

Her daydream must have lasted only a second or two, but it was enough time for the vampire to recover. He brushed her hand off his chest, flipping her off him. She attacked again, but her blow was blinded by anger- it was sloppy, and the vampire took advantage of him. He smoothly redirected her blow, spinning behind her and pinning her against the wall, one arm behind her.

“You’re getting sloppy, my dear.” He whispered, his breath low, his mouth near her ear. “Or perhaps… something else is wrong? Something I could… help with?”

He pressed against her body with his, and she felt him through her clothes. She felt his member through his jeans, through the soft fabric of her dress, and a short, low, lustful moan escaped her before she could control herself. He could help her. He could help her by ripping her dress off, by bending her over, by thrusting that rock-hard-

She stopped that train of thought and landed her in-step on his foot even as she headbutted him, knocking him backwards and freeing her from his grasp. She was beginning to breathe heavily now, her pants coming in deeper and deeper waves, her chest rising and falling. She shouldn’t be this winded, not so soon. She shouldn’t even be breaking a sweat. But here she was, her breaths coming in deep, ragged, and her panties wet not from the effort of the fight, but from the boundless lust that seemed to be raging through her system.

“What… what are you?” she breathed heavily, making an effort to think through the fog of lust that was surrounding her, enveloping her mind. She knew he was doing something to her, using his mind control powers on her, but she couldn’t figure out how to stop it. Whatever he was doing was cutting right through her mental defenses, influencing her, and she could barely think through the rampaging arousal burning through her.

“You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?” he said. He smiled. He moved at her again, and she brought up her arms to assume a defensive stance. But it was no use. She was too slow, her mind too thick, too fogged up, to react in time. He swept her aside easily, pinning her against the wall again, facing her. He held both of her hands up against the wall with one of his, and began to slide the other down her body, leisurely, as though he had all the time in the world. As he passed her breasts, he drew a finger lightly down them, and she shuddered at how good it felt.

He continued to bring his hand down, slower and slower, and Sarah knew she should stop him. She knew that she could break his grip on her hands. She was planning out her attack on him, and yet… she didn’t act on it. She knew she should stop him, but his hands felt so very good sliding along her. It felt as though his fingers were full of pleasure, and they left a trail of red-hot desire along her skin in their wake. She could feel them, feel them even after they had gone down her breasts, down her skin, down to her hips. She brought her hands down from his, ripping his grasp off hers easily, and prepared to strike him in the head. She resolved to end this before-

He brought his gaze up to hers, locking her eyes with his, freezing her mid move. That deep black seemed to envelop her. Her mental defenses shattered before them, unable to resist them now that her brain was fogged with lust. His eyes were like deep, black orbs, impossibly glowing obsidian crystals that bored deep into her. She could feel them drilling straight into her, deep into her innermost soul, draining her will, stealing her power.

“Shh, no need for that.” He said, as her arms dropped slowly to her side. “Not anymore. You’re mine now, aren’t you? You can’t resist me any longer. Just relax, give in to the pleasure…”

She gasped, shuddering, as his fingers breezily pushed her panties aside and plunged themselves into her wet, aching pussy. She had always had a healthy sex drive, but this was pleasure like she had never known before. For a moment it drove all rational thought out of her mind, so consumed she was by the sudden explosion of feeling that had come when he put his fingers into her. She was well aware of how her body felt now. Her heart raced, her breathing came in quick, frantic bursts as the pleasure from his touch began to jolt through her body.

“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, my dear little hunter.” He said sweetly. “I’m a tantric vampire. We don’t concern ourselves with your life blood. We look for… other things to satisfy us.”

He darted his hand out, rubbing her clit, thumbing it up and down, around the sides, and she moaned again, wriggling and wilting beneath his talented fingers. The sensation of his fingers inside her, upon her clit, rubbing and thrusting and darting, was too much for her. It was overwhelming her mind, flooding her senses, stealing her desire to resist bit by bit. He brought his mouth down to her neck, kissing it lightly, almost lovingly. They sent more pulses of pleasure through her. She didn’t want him to stop. She needed him not to stop.

“My my, it seems like somebody likes that.” He said, leaning even closer. “It seems she likes that very much indeed. Maybe I’ll continue.”

He brought his other hand to play, moving them down towards her breasts. She realized he had made a tactical mistake- her hands were free. She could stop him now. And yet she didn’t. Her hands, far from stopping him, encouraged him. She brought her hands to his back, gripping it, running them up and down that amazing, impossibly firm, sweetly muscled body of his. Her hands moved along it, finding his hard stomach before sliding up to his hair, gripping it tightly, snaking his dark black hair in her fingers.

His other hand came down to her breasts, kneading them, and he was rewarded by another moan that escaped her. It slipped beneath her dress, beneath her bra, reaching inside and grasping them, thumbing her nipples, running over them with the sinful pleasure a tantric vampire could bring her. She writhed, twisting beneath the pleasure, unable to control herself any longer. Any thought she had of attacking him, of stopping this pleasurable onslaught, was rapidly fading to the back of her mind.

“Be a good little girl and release my cock.” He whispered into her ear. That was her chance! She would reach down while he was distracted, hitting him there, giving her a moment to escape, to break whatever spell he had on her. But her hands disobeyed her once again; instead of attacking him, they did was they were commanded. They unzipped his jeans and reached down into his underwear, freeing his rock-hard cock. Sarah felt it in her hands, and it was enormous: huge, pulsing, throbbing. Holding it made her know just how good it would feel inside her. Made her need to feel it inside her.

“See how hard you’ve made me.” He said. He laughed, bringing his hands down from her breasts and her pussy, bringing them to her ass. “That fight was… invigorating. I haven’t been so excited to take someone since I started.”

He lifted her up easily, his vampiric strength letting him lift her as though she weighed nothing. He positioned himself beneath her, his throbbing cock pressing ever so slightly at her entrance. Sarah wriggled, bucking, trying to lower herself onto that rock-hard cock. She needed him inside her, needed him desperately. She knew she should be fighting him, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care, overwhelmed and flooded by the burning desire she felt for him.

He slid it into her slowly, teasingly. She needed him to go faster, wanted him to go faster, but he wouldn’t. He gave her only an inch at a time, ever so slowly, filling her up little by little. She bucked, panted, tried to push herself down on his cock, but it was no use. He controlled his pace, kept her wanting, aching for more.

“Do you know how we enslave our thralls?” he said slowly. “There’s no neck biting. None of that. We simply… come inside them. The magic makes them ours.”

He slid a little more into her, and she groaned. She couldn’t believe how big he was- it seemed like it never ended, and each inch seemed to fill her aching, eager pussy more than she thought possible. Finally, he slid completely inside her, and he began to thrust. Slow, measured, deep strokes. She brought her mouth to his, and their lips locked, their tongues intertwining even as he continued to gently plunge his cock deep into her pussy.

He filled her so completely, so utterly- he was like no lover she had ever had before. His cock was everything, the need for his cock complete and absolute. It was the center of her universe, sending waves of indescribably pleasure from her pussy through her body up to her lust-fogged brain with each smooth, slow thrust. She could feel herself building, feel that familiar, tingling sensation that heralded her impending orgasm. But it would not come. Frustrated, she tried to thrust down on him harder, faster, but she could not. She was a slave to his rhythms, beholden to however he felt like pleasing her.

“Please…” she whispered. He laughed. He withdrew from her, but instead of thrusting in again, he left her pussy, putting her down on her feet. She panicked.

“No! No!” she said. “Please… I need it, please, I-“

He responded by grabbing her, bending her over against the wall. She could feel her pussy, feel his eyes on her bare ass, feel them on her pussy. She loved it. She arched her back, trying to make her hot little pussy as inviting as possible, hoping he would drive his cock into again once again.

“Mmm, this is the best part.” He said. “You need what?”

“I need you inside me.” She said, quickly, without hesitation. He laughed, slapping her on the ass.

“No, hunter. What do you need? What do you want?” he said. He brought his cock forward, ever so forward, and she could feel its heat on her thigh.

“Oh god, I need you to fuck me.” She said, her legs trembling, her body quaking with desire.

“More than that.” He said. And then a light dawned in her lust-fogged brain. She knew what he wanted. She knew she would give it to him, and what would happen. She hoped some other hunter would be stronger than her.

“Oh god, I need you to fuck me!” she said, all resistance gone, all hope of fighting him ended. “Fuck your slutty little vampire hunter, fuck her with your huge cock! Come inside me, make me your slave, please, I need it, I-“

He laughed and plunged his cock into her. There was no slowness this time, none at all. It was primal, filled with all the demonic power he possessed. He thrust into her with an animal-like fury, and she responded in kind. Her mind was in tatters, completely dominated by him, and deep groans and moans of indescribable pleasure escaped her as her body was rocked by his thrusts, wracked by the overwhelming ecstasy that he gave her.

It seemed to last forever. Sarah had never had sex this good, not ever. She lost complete track of time, her world melted away, the universe seemed to collapse in on itself: there was nothing beyond his cock, nothing beyond the frenzied, primal fucking he gave her as she was bent over in that alleyway, her pussy aflame with lust, her deep, guttural moans bouncing off the hard brick walls as his cock drove her beyond any rational thought.

Finally, she felt him tense up, felt him grab her ass with his hands, and she knew he was about to come. She bucked her hips against him even harder, slamming her ass into his hips, and he groaned deep, groaned loud, and he shot his seed deep into her womb. The feel of it inside her sent her over the edge as well, and the orgasm crashed down upon her, shattering her self-control, causing her pussy to tighten, milking all of his amazing essence for herself.

And she felt it even through the waves of shuddering ecstasy of her orgasm, even as her orgasm sent her half into unconsciousness as it wracked her with its ecstatic blows: she felt his seed seep into her. It spread through her body like a rampant disease, the warm feeling suffusing her. It seemed to permeate every part of her, seeping into her brain, her breasts, her heart, even her very soul until it consumed her entirely. The vampire took his cock out of her, and the slave formerly known as Sarah Halloran, vampire hunter, turned to face her master.

“You were quite a treat, you know.” He said. He stroked the side of her face, and she looked up at him. “I’ve never had anyone give me such a fight. You never had a chance though. You know that.”

“Of course not. I was wrong to have tried to fight you. I should have taken your precious gift right away. Thank you, Master, for giving it to me.” She said. Her body thrilled when she called him Master. She had never known such peace, such tranquility, such ecstasy. How could she have resisted this? Why did she want to? She was her Master’s thrall, forever and ever.

“Of course, my little slave.” He said. He smiled, twirling her hair in his fingers. “We’re going to have so much fun together. Your enhanced hunter strength will prove quite… useful. But for now… get on your knees.”

She complied instantly with her Master’s wishes. There was not even a trace of her former resistance left. A rush of pleasure filled her when she obeyed, and she did not even care about the hard concrete floor beneath her knees as she took Master’s cock in her mouth, bringing his half-hard cock back to life. She thrilled with ecstasy as she got it hard again and he started thrusting it roughly into her mouth, looking forward to being her master’s thrall until the end of time.