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It was nearly 4 in the morning, and Daniel watched the carnage unfold in her kitchen with dumb-founded shock.
The last she’d seen of Armand was three weeks ago, after their gala sabotage turned midnight arcade date. She remembered the hypnotic kiss, the way Armand smelled, her gentle voice whispering into her ear, and then the next morning Daniel awoke in her own bed with the young escort nowhere to be seen.
Ever since, Daniel spent far more time than she was willing to admit searching for evidence that Armand was not, in fact, merely a figment of her imagination. There were some blurry photos of them together that night, a mere flash of Armand smiling by Daniel’s side, but since Alan didn’t want any evidence of Daniel being at his event, no high quality photos. And almost no other leads. The Elite Escort website was down. The number Daniel originally called went to a customer service line. The email that started this whole mess had been deleted.
Even the name “Armand de Romanus” turned up no results aside from obscure Venetian manuscripts and a weird poem from some satanic cult in France. And so Daniel found herself searching “Female escort, escort Indian woman, Arab sugar baby, South Asian escort female” online like a disgusting creep.
Three weeks of nothing, and now this. When Daniel first woke up, she thought she might’ve heard something in her apartment, human voices that definitely shouldn’t be there. So she decided to check it out and get a drink while at it. Casually grabbed her taser from the front closet and made her way over to the kitchen.
There, she was assaulted by the sight of Armand, the object of her desire, eating the flesh (or was she sucking blood?) from the neck of a man thrown haphazardly on the chair with his arms tied behind his back while another man watched in horror as he stood contorted by the wall, as if paralyzed. Then, when the man in Armand’s grasp slumped forward unnaturally, Daniel watched with morbid curiosity as Armand stopped, put her hand under his nose as if to check if he was still breathing, and then ran over to the sink with superhuman speed to spit the blood out.
It was at this time that Daniel decided to make her presence known.
“Sorry for interrupting here,” Daniel said, watching Armand noticeably freeze, her shoulders still hunched over the sink. “But, what the fuck?"
At first, silence. Then, Armand nodded to herself, as if to prepare for the reality of being caught in the act. “Good evening, Daniel."
Armand took a kitchen towel from the oven handle and daintily wiped the blood from her mouth before turning around to face her. She looked just as beautiful as Daniel remembered, her silk dress traded out for a pair of black slacks and button cardigan. She’d look like any other wealthy young creative pretending to slum it in New York on daddy’s trust fund if it weren’t for the wild, angry orange gleam in her eyes. Like a goblin of the night. Or a tarantula.
Beside them, the man by the wall whimpered pathetically.
Now that Daniel was able to process the surprise guests in her apartment, she looked around and realized her kitchen counter was a mess. There were all manner of random pantry items and ingredients thrown around. Sriracha sauce. Lucky charms cereal. Mayonnaise. Leftover Chinese takeout. Cheddar cheese. Daniel feared that, for whatever reason, all these ingredients had been thrown into the blender taken out of the cabinet to create some kind of concoction. She wanted to ask, but decided the question of strange men and blood sucking was more pressing.
Armand opened her mouth to speak, but Daniel held up a hand to shush her. “This is my house, I’ll be asking the questions. First off, what are you doing here? You disappear on me, the worst ghosting of the century, I might add, and now you’re breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night and bringing randos with you to do…demonic activity?"
“I did not bring them,” Armand said, sounding offended by the very idea. “They were trying to break into your unit. I caught them before they could do any damage. Do you know what would’ve happened, had I not?” She nodded to the man at the wall. “Speak your plans."
“We got your address from 4chan from when you got doxxed,” he said robotically, as if the words were being strangled out of him. “We were just gonna take some shit-"
“Be specific,” Armand hissed.
“We were gonna steal your TV and maybe other expensive shit and trash your books. Maybe pee on your sofa, I don’t know man, we thought it’d be funny, please just let me go-"
“Trash my books and pee on my sofa?” Daniel repeated, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “And you wanted to do that, because?"
He cried and shook his head, softly repeating, “It was a bet, it was just a stupid bet…I’m sorry, we just made a bet with the boys…"
By boys, they eventually found that he was part of a neo-Nazi contingent. Figures. Daniel almost pitied him, he was cringing in fear from the wide-eyed glare Armand was shooting him from the kitchen sink. Glancing beside her to the man slumped forward in the chair, Daniel raised two fingers to check his pulse.
“Don’t bother. He’s dead,” Armand said.
“Not quite actually,” Daniel said, “He’s not breathing but he’s got a pulse. Probably an overdose? I got some narcan somewhere."
Armand bristled. “This is none of your business-"
“How the fuck is this not my business, Armand?” Daniel said, voice raising. If the neighbors heard, to hell with it. “You’re in my house! You almost killed a guy and you got another one pissing his pants over here! I suppose I have you to thank for saving me a call to renters insurance in the morning. What a goddamn favor. Like, seriously,” Daniel gestured at the entire kitchen, “what the actual fuck is all this? Why couldn’t you just wake me up? Why do you have to suck their blood?"
Armand raised her chin haughtily, clearly trying to mask her guilt. “Feeding here was not my intent,” she said stonily. “I was in the process of removing them, and then I realized how hungry I was."
“Hungry? For what, blood?"
“Yes."
“…be serious. What are you actually-"
“Daniel, enough of your incessant questions,” Armand growled. She bared her kitten fangs to prove a point. Daniel actually stepped back in shock when her lips drew back and her fangs glinted in the dull kitchen light. “Yes, I feed on blood, are you so addled by sleep in your old age that you can’t see what’s right in front of you?”
She pointed at Daniel as if this was entirely her fault. “For weeks, I’ve gone without feeding. Weeks. All because I was looking after you and your horrendous lack of security. Your address is all over the internet! You think these were the first to try and break into your home? Or vandalize your property? How many angry mobs have you seen outside your window, chanting your name?"
“Uh, none?"
“And why do you think that is? Because I got rid of them!” Armand’s eyes were now trembling with anger. “All I needed was a small drink, just enough to sustain myself so that I could eliminate these pests and make it home to get some rest. But this one’s body is riddled with alcohol and cocaine,” she waved a hand at the man crying by the wall, banging his head against the drywall just to make her point, “and this one has overdosed, as you so astutely observed. We cannot drink the blood of the dead. It is vulgar."
With that, Armand slumped back against the kitchen counter, exhausted. Now that Daniel had somewhat gotten over the shock of the late night intrusion and took a good look at Armand, she did look quite tired. Her hair was lacking the shine it had before, and her mouth pressed into a thin pout. Irrevocably, unstoppably pissed off.
“Oh, I get it,” Daniel said as it dawned on her. “You’re hangry."
Daniel had come across this mood many times before with teenage daughters, coworkers, and ex-girlfriends. The quick temper, the short-sightedness, the trembling, manic behavior. Armand needed food, and as much as Daniel would love to ask why exactly had Armand ghosted her (despite spending what seemed like her every waking hour watching over Daniel), she knew she would get nowhere before Armand was fed.
“Okay, here’s what I’m thinking,” Daniel said calmly. “How about you sit down on the couch, okay? Just relax. I’m gonna get some narcan for this guy, get his heart pumping again. Maybe we can see if you can stomach his blood when he wakes up."
Armand sniffed, considering.
"And if not, we'll flush the coke out of this guy. Just need to load him up with water and zinc. Alright?"
“He also,” Armand said softly, nodding toward the science experiment strewn on the counter, “he also swallowed one of your USB thumb drives, I believe. I was attempting to create something to induce vomit, but did not finish."
“Ah,” Daniel said, relieved that it wasn’t something Armand was making to intentionally pass off as food. “Well, I got some pills for that, too. I’ll take care of it. C’mon, let’s go."
Surprisingly, Armand allowed herself to be led to Daniel’s living room, which thankfully smelled urine-free. Daniel set Armand up on the couch, pulled a blanket over her lap, and went to the bathroom to find the narcan. With a practiced hand (oh wow, Daniel certainly didn’t miss these days) she injected it into his arm, and sure enough within a few minutes he was gasping for air.
“Knew it,” Daniel muttered.
Even though it seemed like both of them were in some sort of paralysis spell cast by Armand, Daniel tied their wrists and ankles with zip ties just in case and forced them both to drink some water. She was about to get her nausea pills out to hopefully fish out the thumb drive, but then decided she’d better check up on Armand first, so she strapped some blindfolds on their eyes and duct tape over their mouths and made her way back to the living room.
“Okay, might wanna wait a while for the guy to get used to breathing again,” Daniel chuckled. “Then maybe you can see how much heroine-flavored blood you can stomach. Hope narcan works on vampires too."
Armand did not laugh at her joke. She was playing with the edge of the blanket idly, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her with a scowl.
“That is what you are, right? A vampire?"
“Bravo,” Armand murmured, “how astute, you got it."
Daniel sighed.
“Look,” she said, unsure if she was going to regret this. “When you feed - that is, drink blood - do you always have to kill them? Or can you just drink like a little sip?"
Armand looked up.
“Because I was thinking, while we’re waiting,” Daniel said slowly, “you could, you know…"
And she tugged at the collar of her old over-sized pajama shirt to reveal her bare neck. Armand’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Just have a snack, take the edge off while you wait for the entrees we got cooking in the kitchen."
“You don’t know what you’re offering,” Armand said softly. But she didn’t take her eyes off Daniel’s neck, not once, as Daniel moved to sit next to her. “You don’t understand the…effect it can have on a mortal body."
“Yeah, guess I can’t say I have much experience in the department,” Daniel shrugged. “But I’ve been looking for you for a hell of a long time and I need figure out what’s going on. I want to talk. And something’s telling me we won’t get anywhere before you’ve had something to eat. So go ahead, chop chop.” Daniel gave the side of her neck a small pat. “No drugs or booze in me. Just a glass of wine from yesterday."
They were sitting side by side, Daniel facing forward, Armand curled up next to her. Whether she knew it or not, Armand's body was leaned over, her head already tilting over to get a better angle at her neck. Armand breathed in slowly, as if to take in Daniel’s scent.
“Alright,” she said, “I’ll have some. But you should brace yourself."
Brace herself for what? Daniel wanted to ask. But she didn’t receive much more information because with that, Armand brought a hand up to cup Daniel’s jaw as she leaned in and sank her fangs into Daniel’s neck.
At first, it simply felt hot, like someone had lit a fire on her skin. Like a knife was piercing her flesh. Then, Armand let out a little moan, as if surprised by the taste, and sank her fangs even deeper. That was when Daniel felt the full-body high hit her like a freight truck.
“Oh fuck,” Daniel exhaled, leaning back into the couch. “Fuck.”
She felt her head fall back as pure ecstasy washed over her, coursing through her veins like nothing she’d ever felt before. Any tiredness she felt - muscle aches, sore back, the crick in her neck - it all vanished. Her body tingled, pleasantly warm, like it was thrumming in the delight at having contact with Armand in this way. At some point, because Daniel raised her hands and was met with the curves of Armand’s back, she realized Armand must’ve shifted because she was no longer sitting next to Daniel, she was fully straddling her hips, legs hugging Daniel insistently at her sides while her hands cradled Daniel’s face.
Daniel groaned, all her inhibitions evaporated. She couldn’t think, she only wanted to touch, reaching down to grope Armand’s ass and pull her closer. Armand let out a little whimper and rolled her hips to meet Daniel. It brought a burst of pleasure with it. Yes, that was good. More.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” Daniel said groggily as Armand retracted her fangs and licked her wound shut. Despite being very neat, Armand still had a bit of blood on her bottom lip. Daniel reached forward to nab Armand's lip with her teeth, coaxing her closer. She could taste her own blood on her, which tasted like nothing special to her, but it was a taste that Armand seemed to love as she was gasping, “even better than I imagined…” into Daniel’s mouth.
They kissed as they ran their hands down each other’s bodies. Armand’s thin, graceful hands caressed Daniel’s jawline, her ear, hugging the curves of her shoulders and drawing circles down her chest before going back up to bury their hands back in Daniel’s curly, silver hair.
These past fifteen years or so, Daniel rarely found herself doing anything in bed other than stone topping. She liked sex and she liked using her strap, but she just wasn’t feeling her own body anymore. There was more satisfaction in touching and not being touched.
But whatever Armand was doing to her got Daniel feeling hot and sensitive and wet in a way that she hadn’t felt in years. As she spread her legs slightly and invited Armand to settle into her lap, she felt the familiar wet tug of her labia opening up. She wondered if Armand had superhuman senses, she wondered if Armand could sense what she was doing to her. Her hands roamed under Armand’s slacks as they kissed open-mouthed and filthy, squeezing at the curve of her ass to grind her crotch against Daniel’s. Armand was so delicate, it was easy to maneuver her, and she seemed to want it.
“Did I feed you good, baby?” Daniel had no idea what she was saying, only that Armand was moaning and nodding against her cheek. “Eat me all you want. I’d let you. Take all of me."
She wanted more. Daniel wanted to feel more. Armand’s lovely face was lit up in a way that it had not previously before, her cheeks glowing pink. Was that Daniel’s blood that did that? Was it Daniel’s blood that was now flowing through her veins, bringing her to life and making her feel so hot down there? She looked down at Armand’s spread legs. “No clothes. Fuck your clothes."
Armand muttered something unintelligible, nodding, and with quick little motion of her clawed fingertips, Armand ripped her own pants off and flung them off to the side, then tore open Daniel’s pajama pants. Finally, she could feel the slippery, naked glide of Armand’s cunt against hers. Daniel spread her legs a bit more and nudged Armand to angle her hips lower so that their clits caught on each other.
“Fuck yes, that’s good,” Daniel groaned as Armand’s mouth dropped open in a high-pitched gasp. Fuck, Daniel hadn’t sex like this, grinding cunts together on the couch with clothes half torn off, in years. She didn’t even feel bad that Armand was practically doing all the work, rolling her hips in sweet little circles while she just sat there and pulled her in. It made her feel good actually, to sit on her couch like it was her throne and Armand was just there to serve her. “Want you. Wanna fuck you so bad."
Armand looked so good. Her heavy-lidded orange eyes gleamed through her curly hair strewn across her face, sweet mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Daniel paused in gripping Armand’s hips to pull her cardigan off so that she was fully naked and Daniel could admire her dark skin in the lamp light. It felt perverse, Daniel still partially clothed while Armand’s nude form gyrated on her lap. Pulling Armand in, she closed her lips around her nipple, already hard has a pebble in her mouth, and gave it a rough tug with her teeth. Armand gasped, throwing her head back.
Daniel imagined she had her strap, and she was pulling Armand up and down on it like it was her job. Her pussy would be pink and puffy and stretched around her thick strap. And Armand would just take it, thrusting back into it over and over again, and thank her for it. No more strange disappearing. No more cryptic lies. Just begging Daniel to fuck her because she needed so badly to be fucked and Daniel was the only one who could give it to her the way she wanted.
Armand shuddered. “I do, I need it, I want you inside me…"
And then when Daniel decided Armand had enough, regardless of whether she came or not, she would take the strap off and push Armand to kneel before her. Grabbing her pretty face by the hair and forcing her to eat Daniel out so that the only thing she could see and smell and taste was Daniel’s cunt. And Armand would want so desperately to bite her down there and feed, to taste the blood from Daniel’s most sensitive area. She would not, because she was forbidden, but oh how Armand wanted to. However, Armand wanted Daniel’s approval more, so she would do anything - including let Daniel brutally fuck her face while obediently keeping her fangs to herself - just to hear Daniel call her a good girl.
Armand was moving faster, her hips quivering in a quick back and forth instead of their previous circles. She was breathing hard, her tongue peeking out from her lips as if she was also privy to Daniel’s inner fantasies. “I’m close,” Armand whimpered. “Oh please, Daniel. I can’t-"
“Damn right you’re close,” Daniel murmured. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat and something similar to blood. And she still felt high as a kite. It was glorious. “God, you feel so good. Got so wet, just from taking a bite outta me. Like you were meant for me."
Daniel gripped Armand’s hips hard enough to bruise, and rammed them together so that Armand’s clit was thrusting directly against her inner lips. If it was too much, if it hurt, Armand didn’t complain, just spread her legs and let Daniel maneuver her like a doll. “I wanted to fuck you ever since you talked shit about me to my face,” Daniel chuckled. “You are such a little brat. Gonna make you my bitch, can’t get enough of you."
At this outright claim of ownership, Armand mouth hung open in a silent scream as her hips quivered uncontrollably. Unable to stop her fangs from sliding out, her face contorted with pleasure as she threw her head back and rode out her orgasm. She looked inhuman. She looked gorgeous. Gradually, her hips slowed back into long, languid circles and her eyes opened to look down lovingly at Daniel, who smiled tiredly and winked back.
Did Daniel also orgasm? Maybe, she wasn’t sure. Maybe that whole trip was one giant orgasm. Exhausted, Daniel could barely remember closing her eyes as she lulled back to sleep in Armand’s arms.
-
When Daniel next woke up, she was tucked into bed as tightly and warmly as if she were a child. Her body felt relaxed, clean, and she had fresh new pajamas on. And there was Armand, sitting primly on a chair beside the bed.
Armand looked quite a bit more calm and composed. She wore a new pair of fitted trousers and a blouse (did she go back to her place for clothes?) and her eyes had settled down to her usual sultry, unthreatening gaze (did she eat her fill?). She smiled as Daniel yawned and rubbed sleep from her eyes.
“Good afternoon, Daniel,” she said.
“What time is it?"
“It’s just after five,” Armand said pleasantly. “How are you feeling?"
“Not bad,” Daniel said. “You know, I’m glad to see you here. Thought you were gonna disappear on me again."
To this, Armand didn’t reply. Her gaze seemed unreadable at first, but Daniel was slowly training herself to be an Armand expert and it seemed to say something halfway between “I’m sorry” and “I’m not sorry, you should agree with me."
“Oh hell no,” Daniel said, “you were gonna leave again, weren’t you?"
“I stayed back to ensure you wouldn’t experience any adverse effects from our night together,” Armand said imperiously. “And to give you these, which I found in the intruder’s stomach. I believe they’re yours.” She held up a plastic bag with a thumb drive, a key, and a paper clip inside. “They are now both dead, I got rid of the bodies as you slept. And your kitchen, back to its original state."
“…Thanks."
“Your lack of gratitude is appalling,” Armand frowned. She seemed genuinely saddened for a moment, and then it passed. Eyes gleaming, she leaned forward. “No matter. Now, we’ll make sure you will forget the whole ordeal."
“Nope, no, I don’t think so,” Daniel scrambled out of bed, holding her hands up as a shield between herself and Armand like that would do anything against vampire magic. “Whatever mind control trick you were thinking of pulling on me, put it away."
Armand’s eyes narrowed. “Daniel."
“I’m gonna get some coffee,” Daniel said loudly. “Then I want you to cut the bullshit and just tell me what’s going on. If I thought you actually liked me maybe I’d ask for your number since I somehow lost it, but since you’re in and out like a freight train, can’t assume you’d want to spend any actual time with a washed up old hag like me-"
Then, Daniel’s body lurched uncomfortable. And she was thrown back into bed with the wind knocked out of her. Armand stood over her, glaring.
“Lie down,” she hissed. “I will fetch your coffee. And don’t you dare refer to yourself that way again."
About ten minutes later, Armand returned with a steaming hot cup of black coffee from Daniel’s favorite corner store from down the street. Did she want to know how Armand knew her order, and how she was able to freely come in and out of Daniel’s apartment? Probably not. Obediently, Daniel accepted the coffee and regarded Armand the same way you might look at your opposing candidate at an electoral debate. With distrust, barely a smidgen of respect, a fair amount of lust, and eyes on the prize searching for the weak spot.
“You’re mad at me for not falling at your feet with gratitude, but you don’t even want to let me remember who you are,” Daniel said, summarizing the events of the past month. “We go on a really nice date, from my end anyway, after which you completely disappear from my life and from the internet in general. Hard to feel desirable when you’re left hanging like that, like that, but you’re somehow mad at me about that too."
“Your point being?"
“You have major issues,” Daniel concluded, slurping her coffee. Armand scowled.
Something wasn’t adding up. Armand was so practiced, so rehearsed. She created a whole elaborate scheme to manufacture herself as Daniel’s plus one to the gala and even went so far as to prepare their corresponding attire for the evening. Armand didn’t seem particularly impulsive, yet her behavior since Daniel discovered her in her kitchen could only be described as completely erratic. Then, Daniel had an idea.
“Were you originally planning to eat me?” Daniel asked. “After the gala?"
By the lack of response, Daniel could only guess that was correct.
“Okay so, humor me for a sec,” Daniel pondered. “If I were a vampire of, I don’t even know how old you are, but I definitely think you’re older than me, and I’m kind of bored…I see a keynote from a drunk old journalist with a chip on her shoulder and think huh. That sounds fun. I’ll go out with this weirdo and then eat her. With all the attention I was receiving, you could’ve passed it off as a politically motivated murder.
“But then, we have a nice time. You like me too much to eat me, but you don’t want to reveal yourself to me either. Is it because of some social contract that vampires have against interacting with humans? Or do you just have a strong fear of rejection and didn’t want me to know you’re an undead blood-sucker because you thought that might ruin your chances?”
Truthfully, Daniel suspected it was a bit of both. She continued. “So you’re already kind of stretching it since you didn’t feed on me, but when I got doxxed and you realized how many people hated my guts, you start full out fasting. You’re running low on steam but you’re still guarding my place. You were about to pass out from hunger when I found you last night, weren’t you? You like to plan your every move, but I don’t think you planned anything about last night, so you want to erase it all from my mind to regain control."
“…Fascinating,” Armand said softly, when it was clear Daniel finished.
“What’s fascinating?"
“I wonder, is this how people feel when I interrogate them?” Armand said. “Like I have cut daggers into their soul, and their naked flesh bleeds helplessly through an open wound. You don’t even have the Mind Gift, and yet you cut so deep."
Daniel barely felt the vindication of victory she usually felt when she was right about something. Armand was kind of creepy.
“I think you might like what I had planned for us. The re-doing of our first meeting,” Armand smiled, sitting next to Daniel on the bed. It was her voice again, Daniel thought mutinously, it sounded so sweet and soothing.
“I like it when my memory stays intact,” Daniel retorted. “And I already like you, you crazy bitch. Don’t re-do anything."
“I was going to apply to be your new personal assistant,” Armand said, as if Daniel hadn’t said anything. “One to replace your researcher, who I understand left their post last week, but also to help manage your personal affairs. I would change the locks on your doors, encrypt all your devices.” Armand’s eyes flitted down to the coffee cup in Daniel’s hand. “Even bring you breakfast in bed, which you would feel guilty of asking from your impressionable young assistant. But I already spend so much of my time here. So why not invite me to tend to the affairs of your bedroom as well?"
“So you have a maid fetish,” Daniel said, trying her best not to look turned on by the idea. “Go figure."
“I would update your operating systems on time, rather than delay it for weeks like you do."
“They don’t need to be updated right away,” Daniel argued.
“And after a long day’s work, when your shoulders are stiff and your hands are cramped, I’ll use my own hands to ease the tension from your weary, aging body,” Armand said. She closed her eyes and sighed, as if she was already imagining herself playing masseuse. “You work so hard, no one appreciates you nearly enough. But I would."
“Do you have a secretary and a grandma fetish too?”
“Just think, Daniel,” Armand crooned. “You wouldn’t have to remember all the garishness of last night. The intruders, the overdose, my outbursts. It would be like none of that ever happened, and you would only know me as your assistant, eager to please."
Why not have both? Daniel wanted to say. But instead she narrowed her eyes and scowled. “This is the last time I’ll say it. I don’t want you to fucking erase anything. I don’t want you to make anything up. I want to remember everything about you, no matter how weird and fucked up it gets. And I want you to stay in my life, because I think I actually like you, okay? Don’t fuck with me, Armand. If you’re gonna fuck me, you better actually fuck me."
Famous last words.
-
Armand did have a maid fetish, it turned out, and a nurse fetish. An evil maid-nurse fetish.
That evening Armand made a show of checking Daniel’s vitals and recording her pulse rate, oxygen levels, body temperature, and blood pressure. Luckily even after her blood loss from last night, all was within normal range. While Daniel protested, she was secretly glad that the vampire bite seemed to have no long-lasting effects. Then, Armand brought Daniel dinner in bed on a tray and spoon-fed the entire meal to her while Daniel lay half-sitting against the pillows with her limbs tied to the bedpost.
Afterward, Armand sat on the bed searching on Daniel’s tablet for what counts as a digestif, because it seemed she’d forgotten what humans typically consumed after meals, and Daniel yelled that she could just bring anything bitter. Coffee, wine, liquor. Hell, Armand owed her a new bottle of vermouth, for all that she was putting Daniel through.
“An excellent idea,” Armand said, leaving and then returning with an expensive bottle that she forced Daniel to drink directly from.
Then, once she was satisfied that Daniel’s dinner was sufficiently digested enough to have sex, she stripped Daniel of her shirt and pants but allowed her to keep her socks on. Daniel was still tied to the bed.
“This is nuts,” Daniel grunted, helpless against Armand’s clawed hands roaming her body. Despite being met with wrinkled, coarse skin, Armand seemed to relish it, looking at Daniel’s body as if it were something to be worshipped.
“These scars here,” Armand murmured, using two fingers to lightly trace the lines between Daniel’s belly button and pelvis. “Are they from giving birth?"
“Yeah. C-section, both of them. Had to cut up my abdomen two times and now my muscles are fucked."
Daniel’s abdominal muscles were indeed sliced down the middle from the operations. They sagged heavily with a softness that she had felt somewhat embarrassed by when she was in her forties and fifties, back when she was dating and sleeping around more actively. Armand stroked the area tenderly.
“How lovely it would be to become part of your body, so you may birth me as well,” she murmured, softly as though she did not intend Daniel to hear it. Daniel mentally added mommy issues to the long list of kinks Armand had.
“Look, I’m glad that you’re having fun checking out my geriatric body, I really am,” Daniel said. “But something tells me you’re just gonna be disappointed. My body isn’t as responsive as it used to be."
Armand looked up, the corners of her mouth twitching mischievously. Daniel’s heart sank with equal parts trepidation and anticipation. “On that item, I think I may have something to help with that.” She used the tip of her own thumb to prick the skin of her pointer finger. A drop of red bloomed. Armand held her hand out to Daniel, beckoning her to have a taste. Daniel leaned in curiously.
It smelled good.
“What’s this going to do to me?” Daniel asked suspiciously. Distracted by how Armand continued to play with her bare breasts with her other hand.
“Consumed in small amounts, vampire blood can have positive, sometimes psychedelic effects on humans,” Armand said. “Consider my blood your personal aphrodisiac for the night."
Oh well. Put it that way, Daniel had a hard time saying no. She looked at Armand’s indulgent face, then her bleeding hand, then back again. “Don’t cut me down there with your nails,” she warned. “And no in-the-butt stuff. I just ate."
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Armand said breezily. Daniel took a deep breath, and then sucked Armand’s finger in her mouth.
It was like the experience of Armand sucking blood from her neck, but entirely different at the same time. Daniel licked and sucked at Armand’s finger until she pulled it away, and she was left to contemplate the taste of Armand’s blood on her tongue. Like honey, like fresh fruit, it was heavy and coppery and left Daniel’s entire body feeling very much awake and excited to be alive.
“Whoa,” Daniel breathed.
“Yes,” Armand smiled. From the nightstand, she reached down to put on a pair of leather gloves to cover her claws. She had lube prepared as well.
“Oh, now I’m starting to feel it,” Daniel groaned. The heat, it traveled from her neck down her spine to her exposed nether regions. Her skin, suddenly hot and sensitive, was begging to be touched wherever Armand would have her. Having the urge to touch herself, Daniel was disappointed that her hands simply tugged at the ropes holding her arms down. “This is better than crack. I can’t believe you just walk around with all that good shit in your body."
Armand slipped out of her shirt but kept her pants on as she descended on Daniel, latching on with her teeth to suck and nip at Daniel’s collarbone. She drew no blood, but that didn’t fail to make Daniel moan, especially with the amazing feeling of Armand’s bare skin on hers. Funny, Daniel didn’t recall begging Armand to kiss her, but she heard Armand laugh and murmur, “so impatient,” and suddenly Armand was reaching up to press her lips against Daniel’s. Her leather gloves squeezed gently at Daniel’s breasts, massaging them and tweaking her large nipples.
“You have concerns about connectivity to your nerve endings in your sexual organs,” Armand said.
“Huh?"
“Fear not, I will begin my examination promptly,” Armand said. Like a snake, she slithered down the bed so that she was down by Daniel’s pelvis. Affectionately, she pet Daniel’s curly white pubic hairs with a smile. “You will have to tell me what you feel and don’t feel. To get an accurate read of your physical state."
With that, Armand nuzzled her face into Daniel’s crotch and inner thighs. Every now and then, she laid a kiss or a soft nip on her sensitive skin. Daniel sighed, trying to pull at the ropes at her ankles to bend her knees.
“Daniel,” Armand admonished.
“Feels good,” Daniel said petulantly. “Feels like a tease. Could really use some support for my lower back right now."
“Of course, how could I be so remiss,” Armand said. She got up to get a spare pillow from the closet and pulled Daniel’s hips up to lay it beneath her buttocks. Then leaned back to admire her handiwork, rubbing her leather gloves together to warm them up. “You’re getting wet. I can smell it."
“You could taste it, too,” Daniel said helpfully. “You could- oh fuck-"
She groaned as Armand leaned down to gently take Daniel’s clit into her mouth and suck. Daniel could feel Armand’s tongue doing some wicked magic, gently prodding and rubbing from inside her mouth, as her gloved fingers came up to caress her inner labia.
“Your clitoris is larger than average,” Armand said conversationally as her fingertips came closer to tease Daniel’s entrance. “Though we are observing it in its aroused state. Perhaps I should record its size in its default state so that we can compare."
“You freak,” Daniel groaned as Armand went back to suck on her clit. One hand went up to tease Daniel’s nipples, the other just barely starting to enter her hole. It went on like that for a while. Armand’s mouth alternated between her breasts and her cunt, torturously slow and sensuous. Eventually, she moved back up so that Daniel could taste herself on Armand’s mouth.
“Your vaginal secretion is in the same flavor profile of your blood,” Armand smiled against her lips, enjoying how Daniel could barely keep her mouth closed as she let out soft, “ah, ah, ah” as Armand rubbed circles on her clit. “Not quite the same, but similar. Like wine grapes grown in the same valley."
Daniel heard a whizzing noise to her right side, and suddenly the bottle of lube was in Armand’s hands. Shit, could she move objects with her mind too?
“You will have to tell me how much penetration you can handle,” Armand said. She made a show of pouring lube on her fingers and distributing it evenly. “Though something tells me you can handle quite a lot."
Yeah, she could. Back in the day, Daniel loved to get fucked. Having a hunch that Armand could read not just words but images from her mind, Daniel thought as hard as she could of a memory in high school where she convinced the nerd whose math homework she cheated off of to finger her on the ferris wheel. Later, they ran off to hook up behind the porta potties, Daniel demanding the poor boy to shove his surprisingly big cock into her pussy as hard as possible.
Sure enough, Armand’s eyes darkened. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” she said. Her mouth clamped down to nip at Daniel’s nipple just as her slipped two fingers into Daniel’s wet hole. The dual stimulation was extraordinary. Daniel could feel her entire body melting under Armand’s grip, opening up to welcome her domineering presence. “You don’t care who it is, as long as they fill your hole."
Daniel shook her head. She hadn’t been slut-shamed in a while, it kind of turned her on. “You’re f-fucking me way better than he did,” she said. “Don’t even...remember his n-name, or his face."
“Better than your ex-husband?” Armand asked. Daniel didn’t respond, too lost in the rhythm of Armand’s hands. Armand stopped what she was doing to grab Daniel by the jaw. “Am I better than your worthless ex-husband?” she hissed.
“If I could undo my whole life just to lose my virginity to you, I would,” Daniel said, utterly serious. “You wanna replace that memory so it’s you finger-banging me on the ferris wheel? Go ahead. Get me pregnant, put a baby in me. Just fuck me, for the love of God, please fuck me."
Armand sighed, satisfied, and kissed what she called Daniel’s “impudent mouth” with reverence. Daniel could hear the wet sounds of her own pussy getting railed. It was so vulgar. She felt so open and willing against Armand’s firm hand. Armand, with her strange and unnerving and gorgeous mind, who whispered about how she wanted to plant her seed deep inside Daniel so that a baby would spring open and emerge from her belly and grow up to become Armand. Very, very strange indeed, but maybe Daniel was a freak too, because she stayed wet.
Vaguely, Daniel felt errant thoughts flash in her mind. She realized Armand was searching for more memories of young Daniel being a slut. Daniel with her legs spread, fingering herself as she begged for cum on her face. Daniel and the hot drummer girl from the punk band she liked finger fucking each other in the bathroom. Daniel face down, ass up with her jeans stuck at her ankles as her boss’s secretary ate her ass out.
“You can have…all that,” Daniel said, shuddering. Armand could store all of Daniel’s sordid sexual adventures in her labyrinth of a mind if it made her happy. “Could I just…could I get a little more, boss? Just a little, send me over the edge, please…"
Daniel realized after she said it that it was probably unclear if Daniel meant more blood or another finger. Thankfully, Armand gave her both. Smirking triumphantly as though she won a prize, Armand opened her mouth to show Daniel she was cutting her tongue on the edge of her fang. Then, she slipped another finger in Daniel’s sopping wet hole, so that she was fucking Daniel with almost her entire hand. As they kissed, Daniel sucked on the blood from Armand's tongue and groaned, body shaking. She felt it almost immediately.
“Don’t stop,” Daniel cried. Maybe she had tears streaming down her face, she wasn’t sure. “Oh fuck, Armand. You’re doing me so good, baby. Oh fuck fuck fuck-"
Armand gasped as Daniel’s inner walls tightened impossibly around her hand, like a vice grip. She cooed softly, slowing down but not too much as she worked Daniel through her orgasm. “Yes, that’s it. Breathe through it. You’re so good for me. You took it so well. My beautiful girl."
-
The next day, Daniel gave up any semblance of work to fuck Armand into the mattress.
She technically had some calls to make, was supposed to come up with a new book proposal. Maybe clean out her office. But instead, she lazed around plotting her revenge while Armand was gone, probably asleep in her coffin to make up for the multiple all-nighters (all-dayers?) she pulled. Then, when Armand returned at nightfall, she pounced.
“This is kind of funny, now that I know you have superhuman strength,” Daniel chuckled as she man-handled Armand over to the bedroom. “You like pretending you’re a weak, dainty little thing, don’t you?"
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Armand sniffed like she was annoyed, though she didn’t put up a fight. “I am here to discuss the terms of our arrangement with you, Daniel. There are many aspects to having a relationship with a vampire that you ought to be aware of-"
“Oh, I’m aware, alright,” Daniel said. “I’m aware that you look like a hot piece of ass and you love using that to your advantage but the real-you probably looks like a tree stump, am I right? How old are you, Armand?"
“…Five hundred and eighteen."
“Five hundred?” Daniel repeated, shocked. That was actually much older than she expected.
“Approximately,” Armand said, pouting. “I am unsure when my exact birthday is, so I have been using the summer solstice to keep track."
Daniel quickly did some math in her head, then smirked. Slid her hands up to Armand’s breasts from behind as she leaned in to kiss Armand’s neck and whisper in her ear. “So all this time I felt like the old perv for being into you, but really it’s you who’s the cradle robber. I’m not even a hundred, I’m like a teenager in your eyes. Is that what you’re into?"
Armand didn’t reply, just allowed herself to be wrestled onto the bed. Her eyes widened when she felt something hard in Daniel’s crotch poking at her hip. “You-!"
“Glad you noticed I’m happy to see you,” Daniel grinned. Yeah, she was wearing her strap under her pants. “I hope you have a safe word ready, sweet cheeks."
Daniel started with stripping Armand naked, then forced her head down to the mattress while Daniel tugged her hips up in the air, leaving her bare pussy exposed. Daniel was grateful for the view. Before, she didn’t have a chance to get a good look at Armand. Now, she could fully appreciate the patch of curly black hair, her dark brown outer labia hugging the delicate curves of her small, pink pussy. Armand’s centuries-old pussy, forever preserved in her youth. From under her long curtain of black hair, Armand’s orange eyes peeked out at her, blinking innocently.
“Safe word,” Daniel barked as a reminder.
“You’re a master of words,” Armand said. “Why don’t you suggest a safe word? Provide the punishment and the balm."
Daniel brought a hand up to caress Armand’s right ass cheek, thinking, then gave it a light smack. “Gratitude. That’s your word. You’re gonna need it."
Daniel kneeled on the bed so that she had one foot holding Armand’s face down as she cracked her leather paddle down on Armand’s ass. She relished in Armand’s pathetic little whimpers every time she struck, listing out her crimes.
“This is for tying me up in my own bed.” Smack. “This is for trying to eat people in my kitchen without telling me.” Smack. “This is for making a random ass mess of my fridge.” Smack.
Soon, Daniel upgraded to a wooden paddle, which was much heavier and hit harder. She gave an experimental swing and it landed gloriously right on Armand’s exposed cunt. She cried out, toes curling. “This is for ghosting me for three weeks but stalking me the whole time, like a goddamn creep.” Smack.
As Daniel smacked Armand’s behind into oblivion, she could feel her getting wetter. Her pussy getting redder. Daniel wondered if eating Armand out would have the same effect as drinking directly from her bloodstream, but decided that would be for later. Armand didn’t deserve to be treated sweetly now. And besides, Daniel needed a clear head.
Finally, Daniel sat back, tucking both feet behind her. She grasped Armand’s hair and pulled her up to get a good look at her tear-stricken face. Her doe eyes and cheeks were pink from exertion. “How are you feeling, babe?"
“Satisfactory,” Armand whispered, voice hoarse. She looked like she was enjoying it - the degradation, the humiliation. Her eyes roamed over to Daniel’s crotch, where her strap lay visible behind the open buttons of her waistband. She looked hungry. “That’s...will you-?"
“Impossible,” Daniel said gruffly, throwing Armand’s face back down onto the bed. “You’ve been around five hundred years, and you’re begging for the cock of a baby you just barely met. You want my cock so bad, you can choke on it."
Daniel stood up to fully unbutton her pants, shifting them down just enough to let her strap spring out. It was big. Daniel snapped her fingers and gestured at Armand to come to the edge of the bed. She crawled over, her nude form appearing impossibly small and vulnerable as Daniel stood over her.
She knew now, it was all an act. Armand was infinitely more powerful than her. She wanted to feel small.
Daniel instructed Armand to get it wet, and as soon as she thought it was sufficiently lubricated she held the back of Armand’s head steady and fucked her strap straight down Armand’s throat. Armand gave a guttural gasp, noise caught by the silicone intrusion. Her inhuman sounds made it clear that she was gagging.
As loudly as she could, Daniel projected words in her mind, Let me know if this is too much. We can always stop.
Armand’s large eyes looked up at Daniel. They seemed to purr with delight. You are so sweet to me, Daniel, Armand’s voice echoed in her mind. Daniel blinked, shocked by the feeling. I feel such tenderness in your cruelty, and it only leaves me wanting more.
Fuck, that was hot. Daniel grasped Armand’s head by the hair with both hands and proceeded to fuck her throat nice and slow, sometimes pushing her strap all the way in so that she could smash Armand’s nose into her crotch, force her to smell how wet she was making Daniel. When Daniel saw a flash of movement, Armand’s hands reaching in between her legs, she let go to admonish her. “No touching yourself,” she warned. “Hands behind your back. You’ll get what you deserve when I decide."
Armand whimpered, but she obeyed. Grasped her hands behind her back like a schoolgirl . Looked up at Daniel with sweet eyes begging to be called a good girl.
Daniel smacked Armand in the face with her strap, just because she could. Then fucked Armand’s mouth again, enjoying the way she sucked in her lips like she wanted to get as much as possible. Like Daniel’s strap was the most delicious treat she could ask for.
When Armand’s chin started to quiver and she said, Gratitude, loudly into Daniel’s mind, Daniel pulled her off. Armand gasped loudly as she sucked in pockets of air.
“Do you even need to breathe?” Daniel asked, amused, but petting Armand’s hair all the same.
Armand simply leaned her filthy, used up face against Daniel’s strap and smiled breathlessly. “I can choose to need it,” she said.
Interesting. Daniel filed that away for future reference. She nodded at the bed. “If you wanna keep going, lie face down for me. Yeah, that’s it. No, keep your legs together.” Daniel moved to straddle Armand’s prone form, admiring the handsome curve of her ass and thighs, the peek of red nestled in between. “I think you’ll like this,” was all she said before she rammed into Armand’s pussy, reached around to grab Armand’s arms and chest like a strait jacket, and turned them over so that they were both lying on their back, Armand’s back pressed up firmly against Daniel’s chest as she fucked up urgently from beneath.
“Aahhh,” Armand gasped in surprise, helpless as Daniel drove into her. Her arms were trapped by her sides, her legs stayed tightly closed as if she were afraid she’d come loose if she opened them, making it that much easier for Daniel to keep her right where she wanted.
“There you go,” Daniel growled. “Here’s the fucking you wanted so bad."
It was. It was what Armand needed, all this time. To be put in her place, to be held, to be seen. Armand felt an impossible swell of warmth in her chest as Daniel gripped her tighter. She felt dizzy with how hard Daniel was fucking her. You’re so good to me, she thought, projecting directly into Daniel’s mind. I want to be with you, like this, forever. I’ve waited so long for you. You rash, spiteful, generous, caring creature. I would protect you against anyone who dares to lay a hand on you, until the end of time.
The eternal commitment should probably freak Daniel out, but she had already been through enough failed relationships to know this was one that she wasn’t giving up on so easy. Daniel paused momentarily to rearrange them so that she and Armand were facing each other. Armand immediately reached out to hug Daniel with her arms and legs, wanting to be as close to her as possible. Gently, Daniel slipped back inside, relishing in the soft moan Armand let out next to her ear.
“That’s it baby, I got you,” Daniel said. “And for the record, thank you for looking out for me. My house is your territory now. I’m all yours. That’s right, let me hear you moan. Good girl."