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Bianca’s house is quiet tonight, a stark contrast to its usual liveliness, but lights shine from within, illuminating it like a beckoning lighthouse. Mariana scales the walls until she reaches the bedroom window. Inside she can see Amadea with her head of auburn curls laid in Bianca’s lap, face distorted with pain, arm wrapped around her abdomen. Bianca runs her fingers through the curls, speaking softly as if Amadea were a wounded animal.
The window is slightly ajar, and when the breeze rolls off the canal it makes Mariana catch a very familiar scent.
Blood.
But not just any blood, blood of the womb.
The scent is potent, overwhelming. It makes her fangs ache.
She’s never had it before, most of her kills are men. It’s so easy to let a man follow her down a dark, barren street, intent on violating her body, and it’s so easy to bring them to their knees, their head a swarm of questions when this beautiful statuesque woman delivers them into the arms of death.
Keeping a home full of young girls is a true testament of her will. Someone is always bleeding, it takes an enormous amount of restraint to curb the hunger. She feels like a beast biting at the bars of its cage before it’s set loose in an arena. Mariana sometimes takes multiple victims to quell the burning thirst inside her on days when multiple girls are bleeding.
She thinks back to Pandora, as she so often does. She remembers Pandora’s joy when she discovered she would no longer have her monthly blood, never again having to deal with the sharp pain in her womb, or the tenderness of her breasts.
“It is a shame though, for I would’ve so very much liked to have tasted you,” she purred, deft hands coming to unwrap Mariana’s stola. “We could have sustained each other every month.”
She had pushed Mariana to the ground, making teasing cuts on the inside of her marble thighs, sucking the droplets of blood there, before eventually pushing her fingers inside to make deeper incisions, letting the blood gush out to mimic the monthly cycle. Pandora’s lips pressed against her entrance to draw it out with an even greater force.
Mariana shivers at the memory. She doesn’t let herself dwell on it (can’t let herself dwell on it).
Then she realizes something, the scent is so rich and heady, so strong and fragrant it is not possible to just be emanating from only one source. No, they’re both on their cycle, Mariana realizes, gums throbbing at the thought.
Her fingertips are grinding the side of Bianca’s pretty home to dust, she startlingly realizes, so she climbs down to enter through the front door like a civilized mortal would, and not like the animal she currently feels like. She’s a predator who’s caught the scent of prey she intends to pin down and devour. She uses the spell gift to easily glide past the servants and make her way towards the bedroom.
Before entering she bites into her tongue, swallowing her own blood like it could possibly satisfy her. She knocks once to signal her presence, Bianca’s face turning up to look at her, brightening as Mariana moves deeper into the gilded room. She’s a shining ruby amongst all the golden finery.
“Amadea, your sweet Mistress has arrived.” She says gently. Perfect Bianca, who’s always so happy to see her. So eager to invite this strange woman, who sometimes dresses in men’s attire, like she is on this very night, into her home and into her open arms. Bianca, who sees the lioness and reaches out to pet it anyways.
Amadea opens her eyes to look upon Mariana, giving her the faintest smile. It’s a far cry from their usual greeting, Amadea often running towards her like a child, expecting to be swept into her strong, loving embrace. Mariana never denies her this.
Mariana never denies her anything.
Mariana frowns, coming around to kneel beside the bed. She pushes the sweat damp curls out of Amadea’s face to look into her round, dark eyes.
“What’s wrong, cherub?” She coos, gloved hand cradling her face. Amadea nuzzles into the cool leather like a little kitten.
“Hurts,” Amadea whines, face drawn into a pout.
“Her monthly blood. It seems she has synced up with me, for she is here so often. It’s as if she were my darling twin. The other half of my soul.” Bianca says in a sweet, sympathetic voice, one hand massaging Amadea’s scalp.
Amadea groans as a cramp seizes her. “It hurts.”
“I know, my love. I was young once too.”
“Surely you are not so old that you do not still bleed.” Bianca states, brows furrowed in confusion.
Mariana chuckles. “I have not bled in quite some time, darling heart.”
“How fortunate you must be then.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
“You mean I won’t have to endure this forever?” Amadea cuts in.
Mariana laughs. “No, my precious one. Eventually the monthly blood will stop.” Amadea sighs in relief. Mariana does not explain how this will end not because she will grow old, but because she will be sustained by taking the blood of another.
“It is not the blood, sweet Mistress, that I find so distasteful. It is the pain. It is unbearable. I don’t know how you endured it for as many years as you have.”
Bianca tries and fails to suppress a giggle.
“You’re so strong,” Amadea continues, voice reverent with awe. Mariana wants to say Amadea is too, surely she has had her monthly blood for some years now, even if she cannot recall it, even if this is her first time getting it in some time, now that her body is healthy again. But she doesn’t.
“There are remedies to help alleviate the pain, little one.” Mariana says instead.
“Do it, anything, please,” she begs.
Mariana looks up to meet Bianca’s gaze, even in the dim glow of the candlelight her pupils are far more dilated than they should be. One peak into her mind shows her how much Bianca loves seeing the two of them together, like mother and daughter. Bianca doesn’t have any sisters, and her mother died long ago. Her gaze is positively covetous. Every time Amadea and Mariana are in the room her heartbeat pounds like a powerful drum inside Mariana’s head along with one continuous pulsating thought, be mine, be mine.
Bianca’s breasts are swollen and sensitive against the restrictive fabric of her dress, every deep inhale makes her wish Mariana would reach out and touch her. Her cunt aches, growing wetter from more than just the blood as her and Mariana stare at each other knowingly.
“Lift up your skirt.” Mariana commands Amadea heatedly.
“What?” She asks in confusion.
Bianca helps reposition the girl so she’s sitting up, back to Bianca’s chest. She reaches around to help Mariana gather her skirt up over her plump and pale thighs, exposing the cloth shoved between her legs to staunch the bleeding.
Amadea’s cheeks flame in embarrassment as Mariana removes the cloth, resisting the urge to suck on the already damp fabric, and sets it aside.
A gloved finger lightly traces the lips of her cunt, Amadea gasping as it teasingly dips inside the folds.
“Mariana,” she pleads.
“Shh, it's okay, sweet girl. This intimacy will help soothe your pain,” she explains before she pushes one long, slim finger inside, curling it expertly into the spot she knows will make Amadea’s back arch. And it does, her head rolling back onto Bianca’s shoulder.
Bianca kisses her flushed cheek, reaching down to free Amadea’s breasts from her gown. They barely fit in Bianca’s small, dainty hands. As Mariana pumps her finger inside, she watches as Bianca can’t help but grind up against Amadea, nipping at her neck.
“More, please,” Amadea whimpers.
Mariana presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She slips a second finger inside, watching as Bianca grabs at Amadea’s jaw to turn her head, pressing their mouths together in a feverish kiss. Bianca swallows the moans as Amadea clenches around Mariana’s fingers. The warmth of her radiates through Mariana’s leather glove. Mariana marks the way the blood sticks to the fabric of her glove every time she pulls out of Amadea.
Bianca takes one hand and reaches in between them to caress the little bundle of nerves there, right above Mariana’s fingers. She watches where her fingers are, careful to circle it in time with each plunge of Mariana’s fingers. Her other hand is kneading one of Amadea’s tender breasts.
One of Amadea’s hands reaches back to tangle in Bianca’s hair, knocking a few pearls loose. The other hand knocks away the red cap on Mariana’s head, so she can grip tightly at the older woman’s blonde locks.
“Mama,” she sighs, and Mariana can’t help but bury her fangs deep into the soft, creamy flesh of her thigh, taking a mouthful of her decedent blood.
Amadea flutters around her, body convulsing as she comes on her fingers, before melting back into Bianca, who finally releases the grip on one of Amadea’s breasts, leaving tiny crescent shape marks in her wake.
Mariana leans forward to lave over the tiny wounds with her tongue, before moving to suck one rosy nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling around the bud. Amadea whimpers at the overstimulation, and the coldness of Mariana’s mouth.
Mariana releases the nipple and moves onto the other one. Amadea buries her face into the side of Bianca’s flushed neck. Bianca stares at Mariana with the same expression Mariana often looks at Bianca with, like she’s the most beautiful piece of art she’s ever seen. She’s thinking about how she wants Mariana to do that to her. She wants Mariana’s mouth on her. She wants her artist's fingers inside her own mouth, her cunt, and even her ass if Mariana wished it. Anything, anything.
The vampire pulls back, blue eyes meeting dove gray as she slides the two gloved fingers into her own mouth, sucking and licking them clean.
Bianca inhales sharply at the vulgarity. Amadea is sleepy against her, satiated and glowing in the golden candlelight. Skirt still bunched up, exposing the glittering rubies between her open thighs.
Mariana stands up, hands sliding under Amadea’s underarms, lifting her up like a little doll, to maneuver her away from Bianca, laying her out on the sheets next to her instead. Her lips brush her little nymphs forehead, auburn hair fanned out like a halo amongst the pillows of Bianca’s bed.
“You may sleep if you like, my young one. I’ll carry you home in a little,” she promises against the shell of her ear.
“No,” Amadea protests. “I want to watch you. Will you not spare any kindness for our beloved Bianca? Oh, say that you will.”
Mariana laughs softly. “Of course I will, if the lady allows it.”
She turns to Bianca, who has bitten her lip so hard a tiny pearl of blood has blossomed. Before she can think better of it, Mariana dives in and kisses her passionately, stifling Bianca’s squeak of surprise, and sending the young woman crashing against the pillows beside Amadea, Mariana’s taller body easily engulfing her.
Her gloved hands cradle the face of her Venus come to life, before wandering down to unlace Bianca’s pretty dress. Bianca’s hands claw at her shoulders as Mariana’s tongue plunders into her mouth so Bianca’s can’t wander in and find her sharp fangs.
Once her dress is unlaced Mariana kisses her way down the ivory throat, tongue swiping at the hummingbird heartbeat underneath, pressing down against it to feel it throb and pulse just beneath the skin. It makes her positively dizzy with want.
She moves on to her breasts, smaller than Amadea’s but still quite pleasant. She leaves bruises on each one. Above her, Bianca sighs.
As Mariana moves to settle between her spread thighs, hiking her dress up to her waist, she sees Amadea lean over and kiss Bianca. She gives her sister many sweet and tender kisses, almost chaste. Bianca giggles as Amadea nuzzles their noses together like they were tiny kittens. The giggling turns into moans when Amadea’s small hands come to press against the bruises on her tits.
Mariana can’t take it anymore, she removes Bianca’s cloth and finally licks into the girl, making her whole body jolt.
“Mariana!” She exclaims. She’s shocked, but not unhappy. This is exactly what she wanted.
One taste was all Mariana needed for her self control to fail her utterly. She licks the folds clean first, Bianca’s thighs trembling on either side of her head before she pushes her tongue inside the aching cunt, swirling and sucking the blood there.
She buzzes with desire, with carnality. Bianca is moaning loudly, surely the servants must hear it. Mariana pulls back, causing Bianca to whimper at the loss of her mouth.
“Amadea, kiss her. The window is open, and I don’t want all of Venice to hear her cries. That music is just for us.”
Pupils blown wide, only leaving a thin circle of brown, Amadea nods. Before she moves, she reaches out and swipes at a drop of blood at the corner of Mariana’s mouth, then quickly pops it into her cupid’s mouth. Mariana catches her thoughts, it’s an odd taste, but not bad. She thinks it's a shame Mariana doesn’t bleed anymore, for she very much would’ve liked to comfort her in this way should she have required it.
Mariana wants to crush her sweet girl to her body and drink her down to her marrow.
She doesn’t, of course, just watches as Amadea then moves so half of her body is covering Bianca as she pushes her further into the soft bedding. Soon the only sounds are the slick slide of lips and tongues, occasionally a little hum of pleasure will escape alongside the tightening of Bianca’s thighs around Mariana’s head.
Drowning in the ecstasy of the blood, Mariana doesn’t know how long she’s down there for. Her tongue dives as deep as it’ll go, licking into Bianca’s hot, wet insides. She sucks hard in hopes more will come out, and only after she realizes that she’s taken all it can give, does she slide three fingers inside effortlessly. Bianca squirms and writhes on the bed above her, Amadea’s fingers pinching her nipples.
Suddenly her body tenses and she cries out, tears spilling over her blonde lashes, fluid gushing around Mariana’s fingers. Mariana licks around her own fingers, still inside Bianca, before quickly piercing the skin where her thigh meets her groin to steal a quick drink while her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Amadea’s forehead is pressed Bianca’s, the girls panting against each other's mouths. She helps Bianca get situated in her swan bed, leaning down to kiss her smooth forehead before gathering Amadea to her and carrying her back to the palazzo.
Mariana starts a bath as soon as they get home. She sits on the edge of the tub, checking the temperature with her bare hands, listening to the rustling of fabric as Amadea undresses behind her. Once the water is warm, she lowers Amadea inside. She loves the act of bathing, loves cleansing the girl of any worldly dirt and grime so that she smells of nothing but Mariana.
Only when the water turns pink does Mariana pull Amadea out, rubbing all over her wet, naked body to dry her. Once that is complete, Mariana lays her in their bed and reads to her, her cheek pressed to one of Mariana’s thighs, arms wrapped around her leg.
“Mistress,” Amadea starts when Mariana goes to turn the page. “The pain is coming back.”
Mariana looks down into her huge, pleading amber eyes. She coyly rolls over onto her back, belly up, like an animal ripe for the slaughter. Does she even know how much she embodies the very essence of temptation? She arches her back just slightly, exposing her throat.
Ye Gods. Mariana wants to tear it open. Could tear it open, easily. It’d bleed beautifully under Mariana’s lips.
Mariana runs her fingers along the inside of her parted thighs. Amadea gaps when one of her nails scratches open the skin. Mariana leans down to lap at the blood, before sealing it shut with her own.
“Be still, my darling. I’ll be right back.” Mariana says before getting up and walking over to one of the trunks.
Amadea pouts. Such a spoiled little thing Mariana raised.
Her eyes light up when she sees what Mariana went to fetch.
It’s a golden phallus. Mariana had it commissioned especially for Amadea. After having spent years being filled with utter and absolute filth, Mariana decided she deserved something nice for a change. Something befitting her perfect and otherworldly beauty.
The golden phallus is decently sized, heavy, and ribbed with freshwater pearls down its shaft. It even has a hole at the tip and at the base to simulate ejaculation. Amadea loved when Mariana poured water inside her greedy cunt, she loved pretending it was her beloved Mistress fucking her full instead.
Mariana sits on her heels between Amadea’s spread legs, the scent of blood permeating throughout the room. She tears the chemise down the middle, exposing the blush spreading from her cheeks to her breasts. She’s magnificent, her little Psyche by the candlelight.
“Would you put your mouth on me, like you did Bianca?” She asks in a small voice. She doesn’t know why Mariana didn’t do it earlier, and it hurt her feelings.
Mariana gives her a wicked grin. “Do not be jealous, little girl. Do you know how hard it was to resist not burying myself between your legs? How hard it always is to resist you? My self control is not set in stone, precious one. I fear one day I will lose myself in the pleasure that is your cunt and never return.”
Amadea lets out a loud whimper when Mariana finally descends upon her like a woman starved, licking more ferociously than she ever did with Bianca. With Bianca she had to maintain some air of decency and composure, she doesn’t have to do that with Amadea.
Mariana’s hands dig into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, but Mariana has always liked her best in blue.
Amadea cants her hips desperately, grinding against Mariana’s mouth, hands clutching at the bedsheets.
“Mama, please,” is all Amadea manages to get out before she’s coming on Mariana’s face, letting out a high pitched moan in the process. Once she’s loose limbed and drunk with pleasure, Mariana picks the phallus back up and presses it against Amadea’s lips.
“Good girl,” she coos as she watches Amadea’s cheeks hollow around it.
She removes the phallus and reaches down to feed it into Amadea’s cunt, wrapping one leg around her waist to better spread her open, lustfully watching the girl's face as she adjusts to its size.
Her eyes roll back into her head once it's all the way in. Mariana gives her a second to get used to the feeling before she starts to fuck into her in earnest.
Mariana watches as the cock moves in and out of her tight cunt, bloodying the pearls. She’ll have to lick it clean afterwards. She also thinks maybe she should get an ivory phallus, one closer to the shade of her own skin. Better to pretend it’s her own cock filling Amadea.
“Amadea,” she says in a voice thick with desire. “Do you wish to hear of a way you can circumvent the monthly blood?”
Amadea can barely think straight, but she manages to nod. Dark eyes meeting blue ones, Mariana can’t help but run her thumb along Amadea’s shiny lower lip, dipping it inside for her to suck on happily.
“If you were to become with child, the bleeding would stop until after the babe is born.”
Amadea’s eyes widen. Mariana removes her thumb so Amadea can speak.
“I don’t want a man’s child,” she says breathlessly.
Mariana feels a possessive pride fill her chest. She reaches down to squeeze at Amadea’s breasts before leaning down to nip at the girls neck, making her giggle in delight.
Mariana speeds up her thrusts, knocking a loud groan from her little nymph.
Amadea takes her chance to wrap her arms around Mariana’s neck and crush their mouths together. Mariana brings them both to an upright position, the cock sliding deeper inside, Amadea’s knees planted on either side of her as she starts to ride it with reckless abandon. Her hands wound tightly in Mariana’s hair like it were the reins of a horse.
“I would never bear a man’s child.” Amadea speaks against her lips. “I would have yours though.”
Mariana’s hand falters. “Amadea,” she starts before the girl cuts her off.
“You’re a great magician. Surely you could make me with child if you so desired. Do you desire it, Mistress?”
Mariana’s eyes darken, Amadea grins. “You do.”
Amadea laughs and laughs and laughs. Body alight and bursting with arousal, she rocks down hard and fast on the cock. “Oh, Mama. Make me with child. Give me a beautiful golden child,” she begs as she reaches between their slick bodies to brush her fingers against the gold cock fucking into her. “I want it to be strong and hard like you.” She pleads sensually, leaning in to press their foreheads together.
Mariana surges forward and kisses her until her lips are bruised and swollen before nipping into them and making them bleed. She sucks hard before she pushes Amadea back down against the bed, marble hands grabbing her hips and flipping her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees.
“You made me a mother, now you’d have me be a father as well?” Mariana asks.
“Yes,” Amadea hisses. “Please, Papa. Be the father of my child.”
Mariana cuts open her own wrist, she holds it over one end of the phallus and lets the blood flow into it. She knows her blood's entered Amadea when she shivers violently.
Once her skin has knitted itself together she fucks the cock roughly inside of her. She bites into her own tongue and lets her mouth fill with blood before coating two fingers on her free hand. Without warning she shoves them inside Amadea’s ass.
Amadea squeaks, falling forward into the pillows, sobbing in pleasure. She can do nothing but take what Mariana gives her.
“You’d let me fill you with anything,” Mariana realizes. She’s made a monster of this girl. She’d found her hungry and made her even hungrier.
Like mother, like daughter.
“Yes!” Amadea cries, voice slightly muffled by the embroidered pillow.
“You’d take my fingers, my cock, my blood, my child.”
”Yes, yes, all of it. Everything.” Amadea babbles.
“Greedy little girl.”
Amadea whimpers when Mariana removes her fingers and cock. She yanks Amadea up by her hair, placing her onto her back again, her face is blotchy and tear stained. Mariana takes pity on the poor girl and slides a pillow underneath her, propping up her hips.
She whimpers as Mariana slides the cock back inside. Again, Mariana makes a cut to her wrist, not breaking eye contact with her little lover as she holds her wrist over the cock again, Amadea pushes up onto her elbows so she has a better view of the blood, and when it coats her insides again she throws her head back in rapture.
Amadea grinds her hips down to meet the thrust of the cock, which is obscenely leaking blood out around it. Her body has a shiny sheen of sweat to it.
“It’ll take.” Amadea moans with breathless certainty
“Of course, just for you, remember?”
“I want it, Mama,” she whines.
“Then you’ll have it, my child.”
“I just want to be yours,” she confesses. “In every way.”
“You are.”
“Forever?”
Mariana doesn’t hesitate when she answers. “Yes. Forever.” As if Mariana could stop it now. No, the girl's fate had been set the moment Mariana laid eyes on her. “Come for me, my wonderful child. Come for me one more time tonight. Be my good girl.”
Two more sharp thrusts deep inside has Amadea’s screaming so loud she’ll surely have awoken all of her sisters. She gushes around the gold and pearls, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Mariana swiftly removes the phallus and sets to licking away the mess between her legs. It is a miracle, Mariana thinks, that she can indulge in this blood without having to cut her open for it. That they can both share this painless pleasure (not that Amadea minds the pain and pleasure, insatiable girl.) She licks and sucks while Amadea tries to squirm away from her mouth, crying that it’s too much, she’s too sensitive! Mariana holds her hips down anyways.
Despite the girl's protests she welcomes Mariana with open arms after she’s finished, having cleansed and put the phallus away, just like she always does, just like she always will.
Once snuggled contently in the arms of the woman she loves, Amadea sighs. “It’s a good thing our sheets are already red, don’t you agree, sweet Mistress?”
Mariana laughs.