Vampires. They're the lords of the night, the stalkers of the living. Each one was an irresistible pale beauty with powers far greater than any creature who lurked in the darkness. With one simple gaze they can trap you in their lustful spell and turn you into a mindless puppet. They held the strength of ten men and the speed of a cheetah. For countless Centuries, Vampires reigned dominion over lands, towns, and kingdoms. Villages have paid them tribute in exchange for safety. They were truly mankind's worst nightmare.
Jade knew this all to well. Yet, despite all her powers, why did she still feel so powerless?
The black haired vampire shuffled and wiggled in her bonds. It was the only movement she could muster. Silk ropes were nothing to the pale seductress. But when they were infused with sacred ash and laced with silver, Jade was powerless to their strength. They were woven around her arms, her legs, her neck, her toes. Even her hair was wrapped up in the ropes, tying her tightly in one of the most restricting hogties she had ever seen let alone endured. All she could do was sit there, helpless, enduring the long hours of the enchanted rope's bite.
The ball gag her captor strapped in her mouth stopped her fangs from striking. Breathless mumbles shriveled up in her throat. Even if she wasn't gagged, the noose around her neck stopped her voice, cutting off her needless air supply. Oxygen wasn't a necessity for vampires. But losing her inability to speak made her cherish it due to its absence. She glanced at the mirror next to her, seeing her lover's tools of the trade float in the air with her reflection absent. Nothing but a gag, ropes, and two wooden plugs levitated in the mirror's image.
Even the greatest beings had their weaknesses. Hunters and knights of all kinds have exploited these kinks in her armor time and time again. But time and time again, their attempts to destroy her were foiled. Their blades shattered against her skin. Their armor was ripped apart by her strength. All that was left was their naked, unarmed form. And the question then arose afterwards. Should I feast upon them or enslave them? Jade was an unstoppable force, a being of ultimate power, and for hundreds of years she reigned queen of her domain... until she met her.
Her lover, Elizabeth, knew all of her weakness. But her intentions were never malicious. From the short time Jade and her had been together, the pale vampire had grown fond of her. She was the apple of her eye, the moon to her stars. And one day, she humored the vampire of a certain “game” she had in mind with her. At first, Jade was skeptical of the idea. Who wouldn't? It was rather absurd. But her looks were unbelievably disarming. It couldn't be that bad. Right?
The sound of clicking footsteps snapped Jade back to reality. She twisted as best she could to look behind her. But once again, any attempts at movement were absolutely futile. The mirror revealed who had entered her chamber, advancing forward in a confident stride, watching her struggle and squirm on the floor.
Elizabeth was an absolutely delicious human. Short green hair, sparkling hazel eyes, a dainty frail form, she held a beauty that enticed the vampire. No, any supernatural being would fall for it. The moment she laid eyes on her, Jade knew she wanted her. An elegant and frilly maid uniform made her attire, complete with headdress, long socks, and silk gloves. Her latex shoes tapped against the marble floor as she walked closer. A scarlet-colored smile appeared on her face.
Jade was almost too embarrassed to keep eye contact. Vampires were Gods to humans. They were feared and worshipped. But here she was, tied up and silenced, unable to make a single move. She couldn't lash out or even bear her fangs. So this what it felt like to be powerless. The odd taste of fear suddenly came to her. But another familiar feeling came with it; excitement.
Her lover knelt down in front of her, placed her hand on her chin, and gently guided her eyes upwards. Her eye batted innocently towards her, adding more salt to the injury by running a finger against her fangs. "Aw look at you," she teased. "Did I forget to feed you before I left?"
Jade narrowed her eyes. She tried to hiss at the green-haired human. But her action fell silent in her constricted throat. Instead she just watched as she goaded her more, placing her wrist against her ball gagged mouth, letting her drool crawl down on it.
"If you're hungry just eat up, sweetie. I don't want you lying around on an empty stomach." Elizabeth giggled afterwards as she wiped her spit upon her cheek, causing a groan to squeak out past her gag. The gesture was absolutely humiliating. But she couldn't help but blush at her wiping her own spit upon her face. She averted her red eyes, unable to look at her. Maybe she was right. Submission could be fun. Wait... how could she be having fun?
From her bra, Elizabeth produced a small knife and unsheathed it from its scabbard. With two clean strokes, she cut the lines binding her hair and toes. Then, she released her neck. Air flowed freely into her lung, filling her chest as her entire body stretched outward, no longer constricted by the hogtie. Her arms and legs were still bound. But Jade was now in a more comfortable position. Her lover flipped her on her back and straddled her, leaning down towards her.
Stunningly ravishing was an understatement. Even as she mounted her, Jade couldn't help but renew her fight against her bonds, pulling, tugging. She wanted her so much. She wanted to taste her, consume her, feed on her, use her in every way. The vampire leaned forwards only to be pushed back down to the floor with a simple press of her finger. "Mmmph!" She whined pathetically.
"Shhhh," Elizabeth cooed, rocking her hips against her own, drawing a line of kisses from her cheek to her neck. Her soft lips grazed her ear and a pulse which had been dead for hundreds of years jolted alive. Her hand gently caressed her breasts. Jade inhaled from her warmth. It was pleasant, addicting, prodding at her libido, beckoning it to play.
"This is how you would do it, yes?" the green-haired maid gasped in her ear. "You'd woo them into submission." Her trail of kisses led down her neck, brushing her tongue against her pale canvas, slowly. "You'd make them feel safe in your embrace. And then-"