Chapter Text
Content: Hypnosis, Corruption, Mind Control, Possession, Rape, Vampire Transformation, Incest
It was time.
Count Dracula had only been in Sunnydale for a few days, but even in this brief span of time, he’d made Buffy feel…Uneasy. Prior to his arrival, she’d been very confident in where her life was. More confident than she’d ever really been. The turmoils of high school were over and she’d settled into college life pretty nicely. She lived with her best friend, had a great boyfriend, she was studying something she was deeply passionate about and her skills as a Slayer had never been more honed.
And yet, this one tall, mysterious, handsome European vampire arrived and made her doubt everything she thought she knew about herself in only a couple of days. All that comfort and self-assurance it had taken her years to build up? Gone. Poof.
She wouldn’t let him get away with that. She was going to dust this uppity, aristocratic son of a bitch…That’s what she’d been saying to herself as she and Xander entered his gothic petit-mansion in the outskirts of town.
However, now that she was in front of the Count; alone with him in his grandiose dining hall, she was thinking a lot differently. As she looked into his dark eyes and he began to undo his shirt-sleeve to let her have a taste of his blood, all her rage and frustration was gone and curiosity was all that remained.
“All these years fighting us…Your power so near to our own…And you’ve never once wanted to know what it is that we fight for?” He asked, as he sliced across his own wrist with his sharpened nails to draw a small trickle of his own blood. “Never even had a taste?”
She stared at him in disbelief and fear, but he could see the spark of temptation behind that doubt. Her gaze cast down to the blood pooling slowly at his wrist. Her mouth quivered and she unknowingly licked her lips.
“If I drink that…” She began.
“It is not enough for you to change. You must be near death to become one of us.” He reassured her. “And that comes only when you plead for it.”
She knew she had to refuse. She knew she had to. But she couldn’t look away.
“I’m not hungry.” She lied.
“No. The craving goes deeper than that.”
She looked up at his eyes again. His deep, foreboding, enchanting eyes.
“You think you know. What you are. What’s to come. You haven’t even begun to understand. But you will. I will help you. You will find your best self. You will find your most powerful self.”
She knew he was telling her the truth. She could see it in his eyes. Without averting her gaze from his, she took his outstretched hand with both her hands and raised his wrist to her lips. She looked down at the drops of blood stemming from the cut on his pale skin and felt her heart race with dread. She looked at his eyes once more to steel herself; knowing she’d find the courage to do it in his stern visage. She was right. As soon as she saw the reassurance in his eyes, she leaned down and kissed his wrist; lapping up the blood into her mouth and drinking it down.
“Find it, in the darkness.” Dracula whispered as she drank. “Find your true nature.”
As he spoke those words, Buffy was struck by visions. Visions of past Slayers. Visions of her own struggles against her various, more powerful foes that she nevertheless bested. Visions of her friends.
“Wow.” She muttered.
She snapped away from the vampire’s wrist, letting go of his hand and looking into his eyes with conviction, but not of the kind he’d hoped. Before he could understand what he was seeing in her eyes, she punched him in the chest; knocking him backwards onto his long dining table.
“That was gross.” She finished her thought.
“You are resisting.” Dracula said as he got back on his feet, surprised.
“Looks like.” Buffy replied, mockingly.
“I anticipated this…Eventuality.” The Count said. “I had hoped it would not come to pass, but I nevertheless prepared for it.”
“Ooh, I love a guy who thinks ahead.” The blonde snarked.
“It appears I will have to resort to more intense measures to make you see the truth about people like us. More…Carnal measures.”
“Eww.”
“You sneer, but you will see. You will feel. I will make you. Prepare yourself.”
“Oh, I’m prepared, Vlady. Bring it!”
Dracula snickered.
“I adore your confidence, girl. I am glad you did not surrender so easily. I will savor this.”
In an instant, his body became translucent and vaporous, like it was vanishing; when in reality, Dracula was transforming into a thin, grey mist. Within seconds, the pale man had evaporated and the mist he’d turned to dashed towards Buffy, fast as if carried by a storm wind. Before the Slayer could react, the vampire’s mist flowed into her mouth. She closed it and covered it with her hands, but it then began to enter her through her nose and ears. She shifted and turned away, trying to get away from the cloud that enveloped her but it was in vain, as the dark cloud followed her every move and quickly disappeared into her body.
Suddenly, she froze in place. She tried to keep moving, to run for the exit, but her legs wouldn’t obey her. They did not move, in spite of how much she wanted them to. Instead, her hands moved, even though she wasn’t trying to make them do so. Her hands started to raise towards her chest and she struggled to make them stop but, in spite of her efforts, her hands kept rising in a twitching, shaking motion that seemed as if though invisible strings were pulling them upwards while she struggled to pull them down.
Finally, her hands reached her chest and her fingers grasped her breasts through her top. Buffy gasped as her own body molested itself. Even more surprisingly, in spite of the trembling way in which her hands had moved, now that they were on her chest they weren’t groping or squeezing roughly, but rather caressing softly in a way that made Buffy feel very ashamed…Because of how good it felt.
“Embrace that feeling.” Dracula’s voice whispered, not in her ear but within her head itself, like she was thinking it but not in her own voice. “Let go. Let me work with your body. Let me help you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
Buffy did not comply. She kept resisting and now her whole body was quaking in its struggle with itself. In spite of this, her hands kept caressing her bosom with total tenderness.
“I know how good it feels for you. Imagine how much better it would be if you let me have complete control. If I could caress your bare skin. If I could touch you even more intimately…” Vlad’s voice whispered.
“Don’t…” Buffy whimpered.
“But you wan’t to…”
“I don’t want to want it…”
“Yet you do. You’ve denied yourself so much for your calling. Embrace your desires. Just this once…”
“Just this once…” She repeated.
“Yes. Just once. Let go. Allow me.”
Buffy loosened up and stopped fighting. As soon as she did, the gentle ministrations her own commandeered hands were giving her felt even better. Immensely better. Her hands left her breasts and gripped the neckline of her shirt before pulling outward, ripping the garment off her body and leaving her in her black bra.
“We will find you more befitting garbs. Do not fret.”
Her hands cupped her breasts once again. Her left hand expertly started pinching one of her nipples through the thin cloth of her underwear.
“A lace brassiere. Very elegant. Very alluring. Strange attire for a fight.”
“I…I wanted to…I came here…”
“You came here knowing what you truly wanted, so you dressed for it, even if you denied it to yourself as you did.”
“Yes.”
Buffy’s right hand abandoned her chest and instead slid delicately down her exposed navel until it reached the hem of her jeans. She felt her fingers undo the button and pull down the fly, followed by the pants sliding down her legs. She knew what would come next. She was already wet in anticipation. Her fingers slid under the waistband of her black lace panties and teasingly graced her labia with only their tips over and over, seeking to deepen her anticipation.
“Please…” Buffy muttered.
“Please what?”
“You know…You’re inside my head…”
“Of course, but I want you to speak your desire…”
“Please stroke my pussy.” Buffy pleaded.
“As you wish, my love.”
“My love…”
Buffy’s fingertips slowly prodded her lower lips, fainting at pushing in without actually doing so a couple of times. After what felt like an eternity of that mocking, soft touch, her ring and middle fingers pushed past the threshold and began to dance in and out of her. The blonde bit her lip and her thumb started to stroke her clit with the same deliberateness, provoking her without fully indulging. It was her own hands doing this to her, but it felt as if they were a stranger’s. A stranger who nevertheless knew her body as well as their own. A stranger who knew just were to stroke, where to grace, where to pinch, but did so in a withholding manner; taunting her with the pleasure they knew they could give her but refused to.
“More…Please…” She cooed. “Please…My love…”
“Of course, my love…”
“Yes…My love…Please…My love…”
Buffy’s left hand gripped her bra and her right one did the same for her panties. With a single sharp tug on both bits of underwear, the Slayer’s hands tore them right off her body. Her legs took a few steps backward to get her to the nearby table and with a simple hop she was sitting on the edge of it. Her body reclined so she was lying down on the furniture and then, no longer burdened with the need to keep her upright, her hands intensified their ministrations.
“Mmmmmmh! Aaaah!” She moaned. “Yes! My love…Keep going!”
The blonde’s puppeteered fingers no longer showed the restraint they had before. Her right index and middle fingers hooked and fully penetrated her pussy, rocking back and forth inside her at a frantic pace while her ring and index stroked her lower labia and her thumb rolled and pressed her clit with just enough roughness. Under the Count’s command, they now had a more dextrous fingering technique than when Buffy used them herself.
At the same time, her left hand had started getting aggressive with her tits. Using the bottom of the palm, her hand kneaded her tits roughly; pressing against her nipple and rolling the soft mound around in shifting circles and then switching to the other. Buffy’s previous lovers had both been so gentle, almost worshipful of her breasts, so she’d never realized how pliable and doughy they could feel when under the right touch. They’d also never felt so soft in her own hands. Having her hand driven by the will of another gave an entirely new texture to the feel of her own body.
Beyond that, there was also something profoundly erotic about the surrender of it all. Having control of her body taken away and being made to pleasure herself like this for the satisfaction of another…No, giving control of her body away and being used for the satisfaction of another imbued the whole affair with a thrill she’d never felt before. Just surrendering. Not fighting like she always did. Just submitting and obeying felt so paradoxically liberating. She didn’t have to worry. She didn’t have to fear. She just had to feel the pleasure her love was giving her.
“I’m so close! Please, my love! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cuuuuuum!”
Buffy closed her eyes and howled as her entire body stiffened and her pussy squirted a glistening stream of juices in the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. She went limp as the climax subsided, but an electric, tickling feeling still streaked across her body for a good while. As she relaxed and caught her breath, she felt cold air rushing out of her mouth and opened her eyes to see vampiric mist escaping her body and then condensing between her legs to reconstitute the Count’s now naked body.
As soon as he was whole again, Buffy sat up and lunged for him; wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with fervor, lust and madness. He quickly reciprocated, embracing her waist and returning the kiss, though with a more restrained intensity. His tongue led hers in their dance, his lips set the pace as he kissed her and she followed. The fingers of his right hand slowly glided their tips along her calf to get her used to their cold touch, before their entirety began to caress her inner thigh and then, finally, stroke her womanhood.
He pulled away from her lips and looked in her eyes as he began to toy with her labia with his own fingers for the first time. She returned his gaze and he smiled.
“I’ve seen that look many times before.” Dracula began. “I’ve taken countless of lovers and they’ve all looked at me like you do now. With complete adoration and submission…But to see that look coming from a woman such as you. A woman so powerful and so fierce, looking at me like a virgin bride awaiting guidance on her wedding night. It satisfies me in a way I’ve never felt before. All these centuries. So many sires and so many loves, but never any brides, for none were worthy. None wielded a power like mine, so their submission was practically meaningless. A diversion for a few odd years. You, on the other hand. You are truly my equal. A Slayer unlike any other. A woman unlike any other. One I wish to be at my side for all eternity as my wife. I know you desire this too. I can see it in your eyes, but I wish to hear you say it.”
As he spoke, Buffy began to tear up.
“Yes, of course…I want to be your wife…Nobody has ever made me feel this good. This safe…I love you.” She sobbed in joy. “I want to be with you forever…Please, make me yours…”
“Then let us make this official.” Dracula whispered. “Thrall…”
“Yes, Prince of Darkness?” Xander asked as he skulked over to stand beside his Master.
“The ring I instructed you to retrieve.”
“Of course, your Unholiness. Here it is.” The enthralled man responded as he produced something from his pocket and handed it over to the vampire.
The Count held up the ring for Buffy to see. It was a small, pale gold band with a large, blood-red ruby affixed atop it. The band itself had inscriptions on both the inside and the outside: Outside was the Latin phrase “Semper Fidelis”: Always Faithful. On the inside, the inscription was written in old Wallachian Romanian, “Mireasa Dracului”: Bride of the Dragon.
“This is the betrothal ring of the House of Drăculești; the old royal house of Transylvania to which I belonged before attaining immortality.” The Count explained. “It was the ring my father gave to my mother and the one I gave to my wife in my old life. After I was sired, my son kept the ring and gave it to his bride, as did every son of my line until its demise. As the ring only held sentimental value to my old self, now long gone, I never sought it after the fall of House Drăculești…But when I heard of you, when I learned of your feats and your accomplishments, I knew only this ring, which symbolizes the history of my past family and my past life as a Monarch, would be worthy of a bride such as you. A bride with whom I will begin a new life as a new Monarch, but now of the undead. With this ring, I propose marriage to you, that we may be joined by blood and fate so we may become King and Queen of the Vampires.”
Happy tears trickled down the blonde’s face as she put her hand forward. The vampire gently grasped her hand and slid the band onto her ring finger, after which he leaned in and gave her a long, affectionate kiss. As they did so, the Count’s concubines emerged from the shadows and stood around the couple. Accompanying them was a male vampire in blood-stained Catholic Cardinal robes, who began to speak.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of the great Count Vlad Dracula, Prince of the Damned, and his young bride, Buffy Summers, the Slayer of Sunnydale, in unholy matrimony. Marriage is not frequently practiced among the ranks of the undead, so on the rare occasion where one takes place, it is truly a cause for celebration. This marriage in particular, between a vampire of such high renown and such fearsome reputation and a living woman, a Slayer at that, who has acceded to surrender her mortality and her soul to consolidate the union, is of special significance. Thus, we’ll not tarry with too much pomp and circumstance and will instead proceed to the heart of the matter. Do you, Count Vlad III of the House of Drăculești, former sovereign of Transylvania and future Sovereign of vampirekind, take this woman to be your wife for the rest of your immortal life?”
“I do.” Dracula answered.
“And do you, Buffy Summers, Slayer of Sunnydale, take his man to be your husband for the rest of the immortal life you shall soon be blessed with?”
“I do.” Buffy replied in kind.
“Then by the power vested in me, as the former Patriarch of the Romanian Orthodox Church and current Archbishop of the Defiled Church of the Dragon, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
This time, Buffy stood up to meet her husband’s lips, wrapping her arms around his neck to stay in place firmly and thus savor the moment for longer without worrying about balance. It was a different kiss. It was just as loving and passionate as the one from minutes earlier when he’d given her the ring, but it was different because she was no longer kissing her lover, but her husband. Her first kiss as a married woman.
“It is time.” The Count said. “We will now retire to our chambers. We are not to be disturbed.”
“Of course, My Lord.” The vampiress concubines agreed in unison.
“Your Unholiness?” Xander chimed in.
“Yes, thrall?”
“I served you well, right?”
“You did as required.”
“Then can I…Can I have a reward? With your girls? You know, the vampirey ones, not your new wife. I would never…”
“Silence. Very well. Concubines, take my thrall to the guest room and service him for the remainder of the night. Only with your mouthes and hands, however. He is a thrall. He deserves no more.”
“Thank you, your Lordship of the Night.”
“Begone now.”
Xander skulked away, flanked by the vampire’s serving girls, who draped their arms over either one of his shoulders and led him towards one of the guest chambers. At the same time, Dracula turned to his wife and slid one arm under her legs and another below the small of her back. With no effort, he lifted her in his arms and began bridal carrying her towards the stairs. As they ascended to the master bedroom, Buffy kissed at the man’s pale neck with devotion, while he occasionally sighed and lightly moaned in approval.
The Count and his young wife entered the master bedroom, which was just as lavishly decorated as the rest of the manor. The vampire gently set Buffy down on the large, red silk sheet covered double bed and gave her another brief but equally loving kiss. The Count got on the bed and loomed over Buffy as he kissed her.
“Please, my love, let me worship you like you deserve to be worshipped.” Buffy pleaded, breaking the kiss.
“In time, my dear. I’ve experienced centuries of carnal ecstasy. Tonight, on our wedding night. On the night of your rebirth, let me worship you.” He answered.
Dracula shuffled down the bed so that he was over the girl’s legs, which he spread open to reveal her womanhood between them. He leaned down to get up close and subtly licked his lips at the sight.
“I have to say, I’m fond of modern women’s practice of shaving below.” He commented while looking at Buffy’s vagina, which was closely shaven except for a small triangle of short, blonde hair right above her clit. His gaze returned to her eyes and, seeing the anticipation and excitement with which she stared at him; he finally leaned in to give that blonde triangle a soft kiss, followed by another to her clit right below. Buffy shuddered and breathed deeply as the vampire continued his kisses and slowly introduced his tongue into the mixture, which began to tickle the top of her labia after each smooch.
Both Angel and Riley had been very tender lovers, but neither had ever gone down on her. Angel because they’d only been together once and Riley because he’d been hesitant, even though Buffy assured him he’d do a good job the few times she’d requested it. In the end, she was glad they hadn’t, since it meant that Dracula, her true love, could be the first. Buffy closed her eyes and involuntarily let out a quick, high-pitched squeak as her new lover’s tongue went beyond simply lapping at her lower lips and instead took an explorative lick past them, probing briefly within her.
Once he’d gaged her sensitivity with that first dip, he grew bolder and used his fingers on one hand to spread her open before working his tongue into her properly. The blonde went from squeaking to moaning as the Count’s tongue undulated in long waves that lapped up and down the length of her slit. At the same time, he used the hand that wasn’t spreading to stroke her clit, speeding up and slowing down at random intervals to keep her on edge.
“Y-Yes…Yeeesss, my looove…Pleaaaase…So gooood…” She cried softly, repeating approving phrases like that over and over without thinking as she rode the pleasure.
Buffy had been making an effort to keep down her moans, but that impulse control was lost quickly and her soft cries turned to full-throated moans begging for more and professing her love for the Count. She cupped her hands to her tits and started groping them with fervor; digging her fingernails into the supple flesh, twisting and tugging on her nipples, all without concern about scratches or cuts. She was crazed with pleasure and all she cared about was getting more.
“YEEEEHHHHHSSSS! MY LOOOOVE! MY LOOOOAAAGGGHHHVEEEE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! KEEP GOIIIIIIING! PLEEEEEAAAASE!”
The blonde was so consumed with the rush that when she started to feel that familiar pressure on her lower belly of imminent climax, she couldn’t even think about warning her lover. Despite this, the vampire was experienced enough to know thanks to the telltale quick hip bucking and spasming of the girl’s inner walls against his tongue. He concentrated on rapidly stroking her clit and lapping at the bottom of her labia with his mouth open and, after a few moments of these intense, final ministrations, the orgasm finally came and the burst of the blonde’s juices which erupted forth landed almost entirely in his mouth, as intended.
Buffy panted and sighed with elation as she basked in the tingling sensation that spread across her entire lower body following the best orgasm of her life; somehow even better than the previous best orgasm of her life which Dracula had given her earlier in the night. She stared up at the ceiling with glazed, unfocused eyes; thinking about nothing; just feeling the beautiful numbness in which she floated. The girl only came back to her senses when she felt her lover’s lips on hers, kissing her once more and dribbling a sample of her own juices into her mouth; which she accepted eagerly. As he kissed her, she felt him guide his manhood to her entrance and teasingly rub the head up and down along the edge of her labia; making her squeak and coo into his lips and she anticipated what was coming.
“Please, my love…I can’t wait anymore…Please, make me yours. I want it so bad. I need you.” Buffy mumbled in between kisses.
He’d already made her cum twice and still she was so desperate for him. She just wanted more. That was his power over her; that no matter how much he satisfied her, it was so good that he always made her want more.
He smiled at her plea. He grabbed her calves by their undersides and lifted up her legs before pushing them so that her thighs were forced up against her torso. She squealed in surprise as he mounted her ankles on his shoulders and pinned her arms to the bed with his hands, both to brace himself and to fully restrain her. Then, he fulfilled her wish and pushed inside her.
Tears of joy welled up in Buffy’s eyes as her new husband consummated their marriage. Unlike his treatment when he controlled her body or when he ate her out, he was now far more aggressive in his lovemaking. The Count pushed into her with slow but powerful thrusts that shook her entire body every time his hips met hers and provoked a loud, squealing, high-pitched howl of pain and pleasure from her. He had her pinned down and completely defenseless; capable of using her however he pleased and she could not have been happier. All those years of struggling with where she belonged in the world and who she was meant to be suddenly made sense: They were trials of destiny, meant to show her the suffering of being independent and trying to make the world better, so that when fate brought her here; where she belonged, she would see the joy and the beauty of submitting to a powerful man who could tame her and possess her. Finally, she was where she needed to be: Underneath him. And finally, she was what she needed to be: His.
She didn’t care that she would be surrendering her humanity or that she would help enslave her former friends. All she cared about was the filling sensation of his cock pushing into her womb and the warm feeling of safety and fulfillment that she felt as he pinned her down and looked at her with his beautiful, dominant eyes.
As she climaxed again; the ecstasy she felt was contagious, because it drove him to his climax as well. He buried himself all the way inside her and she felt the warmth of his seed emptying inside her in multiple, long bursts. His gaze, preciously controlled but tender, now turned animalistic and passionate. His face shifted into its vampiric form and, after she gave a gentle, reassuring nod, he lunged for her neck, bit deep and began to drink.
She came once more before her eyes went blank and she passed out.
Willow had been worried since Xander called the night he and Buffy went after Dracula. The duo hadn’t told the rest of the Scooby Gang about their intentions. She, Giles, Riley and Anya only learned about it when Xander phoned them in the middle of the night to tell them all about it. He explained that he and Buffy had gotten a tip about Dracula’s location and, while scouting it out, they accidentally got caught by the Count’s minions and had to fight their way out. Apparently Dracula had fled and now he and Buffy were leaving town to pursue him. Willow tried to get them to wait for her, Giles and Riley, but Xander said Buffy was insistent that they had to leave then and there so as to not lose the Count’s trail.
It had been three days since then and nobody had heard a word from the pair. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy. She knew Buffy was strong, but the Count was a truly formidable foe…And the radio silence didn’t bode well.
Still, Willow had a life beyond her Scooby Gang duties and she had to trust that Buffy knew what she was doing. She went to class as usual and tried to pay attention, with limited success. She was relieved when class ended for the day and she could back to her dorm, hoping she’d either find Buffy there or at the very least a message on her answering machine. Unfortunately, once she entered their room, her best friend wasn’t there and the answering machine had no new messages. The redhead sighed and put her things down on her bed.
Then there was a knock on the door. Willow opened it
“Buffy!” Willow said in surprise. “You’re back. What happened? Did you get Dracula?”
“Yeah, I got him.” Buffy answered. “Can I come in?”
“Sure! You live here after all.” Willow answered.
“Right. Sorry, I’ve just been out so much, it kinda feels like I don’t anymore.” The blonde said back, stepping through the threshold and sitting down on the bed.
“So, did the big bad Count put up a big bad fight? How far did you chase him? You were gone a few days.” Willow inquired, sitting down next to her friend.
“He made it all the way to L.A., but Xander and I found him. He hid in a big, abandoned mansion in Beverly Hills. Seems even when he was in hiding he still liked to enjoy the fancy things in life; which is how we figured out where he was. He did put up a hell of a fight. He was as powerful as all the stories made him out to be. Gotta be honest, he almost killed me.”
“Geez, Buffy, I’m sorry. I wish I could’ve been there to help. You should’ve let us come. We’re your friends…Your Scooby Gang, like Xander says!”
“Haha. Yeah, where would I be without my Velma?” Buffy joked. “But don’t worry. It was better if I took care of this one myself. I needed to deal with him alone. He really got in my head…But I’m kinda grateful.”
“To the vampire? How come?”
“Well, he kinda awoke something in me. In the whole, ‘I almost got killed’ kinda way. Showed me that, even though I’m plenty powerful, there’s also a lot of plenty powerful bad guys out there; even more powerful than the ones we’ve dealt with…And I could bite the dust fighting them at any moment, so I’ve got to do the things I want. The things that really matter to me before I lose the chance.”
As she said this, Willow noticed that her friend was looking at her with an…Odd intensity. In a way she’d never looked at her before.
“What do you mean?”
Buffy smiled, closed her eyes and leaned into Willow to gently kiss her lips. The redhead looked at her with wide, surprised eyes and tried to pull away but the blonde placed her hand behind her head and held her in place. Suddenly, Willow felt her moment of hesitation fade as she felt Buffy’s tongue poke at her lips and she found herself opening her mouth to welcome her. She closed her eyes and kissed her back.
“B-Buffy, wait. What are you…” Willow stammered, breaking the kiss.
“Shhh, relax Will.” Buffy whispered. “Just trust me…”
The Slayer kissed the witch once more and, though she still hesitated momentarily, the second girl reciprocated eventually. Emboldened, Buffy’s right hand slid subtly up Willow’s leg until it reached the hem of her shirt and then made its way under it. Buffy slid her hand up her friend’s belly until she cupped Willow’s right tit through her bra. This intimate contact made the other girl flinch and try to pull away again, but Buffy’s free hand quickly caught the back of her head and held her in place to continue the kiss, but the redhead was no longer cooperative.
“Buffy, p-please…Tara…”
“She can join us if she wants.” Buffy answered.
“What’s gotten into you?” Willow asked, looking at her with shock.
Willow’d never, ever seen this side of Buffy: So sexually forward…And also gay! The blonde had always come across straighter than the shortest path between two points.
“I told you. After what happened with the Count, I don’t want to deny myself things I’ve wanted for a long time but held back on. I want this. Look at me. Look me in the eyes.”
Willow did as instructed and looked her friend in the eyes. She saw a look of pure affection and pure lust. Buffy clearly wanted her…And as she kept looking into her eyes, she found herself wanting her as well.
“You’ve wanted this for a long time too.” Buffy whispered. “I can tell. I noticed how you looked at me whenever we changed in the same room or when I was in a bikini. I pretended it was nothing, just like how I pretended it was nothing when I looked at you in the same way. But it wasn’t nothing.”
“I’m…I’m not…You’re my best friend…”
“Your super hot, blonde, athletic best friend with the perkiest tits and the tightest little ass.” Buffy interrupted her, leaning in closer so Willow could look deeper into her eyes while putting her hand on her cheek to reassure her and hold her in place. “You want to fuck me, Willow. And I want to fuck you. You want this.”
“I do…I want this…I want you…”
“You’ve never wanted anyone more.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone more…”
“You’d do anything to have me.”
“I’d do anything to have you…”
Buffy smiled and reached behind her neck to undo the knot holding up her top. She let the garment slide off her and Willow became transfixed by the sight of her friend’s beautifully perky tits.
“Wow.” Was all the redhead could say.
“You’ve wanted to get a good look at these babies for a long while, haven’t you?”
“Ever since I saw you wrapped in a towel, coming out of the showers in gym class the week we met. I looked at you and thought ‘Damn, even if she hadn’t tied the towel, those things would probably hold it up on their own’ and I got a funny feeling in my pussy that I had to fight so hard to ignore.” Willow answered, completely shamelessly.
“Don’t be shy then. You can touch them.”
Buffy took her friend’s hands in hers and guided them to her chest. Willow sighed in excitement as she finally got to squeeze those small but deliciously soft globes she’d secretly coveted for so long. The redhead kneaded her friend’s breasts with the excited glee of a teenager cupping her first pair, because it sort of was her first pair.
“Mmm, you’re excited, aren’t you, Will?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Does Tara not let you play with hers very often?”
“No. She’s very shy about her body. We’ve kissed a bunch and even made out a couple times, but she’s barely let me touch her anywhere. I’ve never even seen hers bare.” The redhead answered candidly, all hesitation gone as she freely toyed with the blonde’s boobs.
“Mmmm, I’ll let you play with mine all the time. You’re making me feel so good.” Buffy cooed.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, but this isn’t enough. Take off your clothes, Will. I want more.”
“My clothes? But then…Then I’m gonna be naked…”
“Duh. I want to see you naked, Will. I want to see all of you. And you want to see me naked.” Buffy affirmed, looking into her friend’s eyes once more.
“I want to see you naked…”
Willow hesitated for a moment, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
“But Tara…We’re just fooling around a bit, Buff…But if we’re naked…That’s something else…Something more…And Tara…I really like her…I think I lo…”
“Don’t you love me, Will?”
“What?”
Buffy took Willow’s face in her hands and got up close to her so that their faces were only a couple inches away. She looked deeply into her eyes and spoke.
“I love you. You’re my best friend and I want us to have something deeper. Something intimate. You love me, don’t you?”
“I…I do, but we’re friends…”
“You love me.”
“I do…I love you…”
“You love me so much.”
“I love you so much…”
“You love me more than you ever liked Tara.”
“I…I love…I love you more than I ever…I love you more than I ever liked Tara…”
“Say it again.”
“I love you more than I ever…Liked Tara…
“Again.”
“I love you more than I ever liked Tara…”
“Again!”
“I love you more than I ever liked Tara!”
“Get naked.”
“Yes…”
Buffy got off the bed and Willow followed suit. The redhead undressed with eagerness; kicking off her shoes, pulling off her shirt, undoing her belt and then dropping her pants, followed by a quick unhooking of the bra and a sliding down of the panties in a swirl of lust and excitement. When she was done stripping, her focus returned to her blonde friend, who now stood in front of her in identical nudity, save for a single ring on her right hand. The young witch’s eyes darted up and down her friend’s bare body; drinking in every inch of flawless, tanned skin, every subtly sculpted muscle, every beautiful curve with undisguised hunger.
“Buffy, you’re beautiful.” Willow mumbled unthinkingly. “You’re perfect.”
She threw herself at her friend; gripping her tight, soft ass with both hands and kissing her ravenously while her friend/soon-to-be lover returned the favor. The two college girls fell back onto the bed, with Buffy ensuring she landed on top. As they kissed, Willow felt one of Buffy’s hands slide down her chest, then her navel, past her lower belly and finally reach her womanhood. Acting with such confidence that it seemed like she’d done this a million times before, Buffy’s nimble fingers began to slowly, teasingly glide along the edge of the redhead’s labia; just gracing her wet folds with enough pressure to send goosebumps up and down her body without ever actually pushing past the lips. Every couple of seconds, Willow let out excited squeaks and groans into Buffy’s lips as her friend continued to torment her with her touch, giving her just enough to always want more.
“Buffy…Please…” The witch eventually spoke up.
“Mmm, you want me to play with your pretty, little pussy, Will?”
“So bad…”
“I don’t know if you deserve it. You were such a bad girl. You kept going on and on about Tara when I was throwing myself at you.”
“Please, I’ll do anything.”
“So, you don’t want Tara anymore?”
“No, I want you, Buffy. I only want you.”
“You don’t care about Tara?”
“I don’t. I don’t give a crap about her. I just care about you. I love you.” Willow desperately assured her, saying whatever her friend wanted to hear.
“OK. You’re gonna have to prove it.”
“I’ll prove it to you, Buffy. I’ll do anything you tell me.”
“My love, you can come in.”
The door opened and two figures stepped in; A tall, pale man and a middle-aged woman with her arms around his waist. The man was Count Dracula and the woman was Buffy’s mom, Joyce, who closed the door behind them once they were in the room. The new arrivals stood in the middle of the room.
“W-What? The Count? But Buffy…You said you…”
“I said I got him and I did. Or rather, he got me. I’m his wife now.” The blonde answered, sticking out her hand and turning around the ring on her finger so she could see the jewel encrusted at the top.
“I can’t believe it. My little girl married.” Joyce said, beaming with pride. “And to such a handsome man!”
“Buffy, what did you do?! What did he do to you?!”
“He married me, Willow. And I’ve never been happier. Look at me.”
The redhead stared into her friends eyes once more and, as she saw the joy within them, her panic was suddenly swept away and she returned to her placid, docile state.
“I’m so happy for you, Buff.” Willow said.
The redhead leaned in and kissed her friend again, this time with tenderness and affection rather than the animalistic lust from moments earlier.
“I am impressed. Only a single day since your rebirth and you have already mastered the art of enchanting mortals.” The Count praised.
“It’s thanks to you, my love.” Buffy replied. “Your power gives me power.”
“That, the Slayer’s blood in your veins and the fierceness of your heart. Do not ever forget what makes you unique. What made you worthy.”
“Of course. Now Will, I told you that you have to prove yourself. My husband is here to supervize that, but the way you’ll prove it is in the closet. Go open it.”
The witch did as instructed and got off the bed. She walked over to the closet and, upon opening it, she found a naked Xander standing over a naked, bound and gagged Tara. The shocking sight made the redhead’s eyes go wide and made her will falter, but moments later she felt Buffy’s arms wrap around her waist, her chin rest on her shoulder and her breasts press against her back. The scent of her blonde mistress was enough to do away with the surprise and make her feel at ease.
Tara shrieked into her gag and shook violently to coax her girlfriend into helping her, but Willow just stared at her with a stupefied grin.
“I tied her up good like you said, O Princess of Penumbra.” Xander chuckled and twitched. “Made sure she didn’t make too much noise to interrupt your seduction.”
“Well done, thrall.” Buffy cooed. “You’ll get your reward in a bit. Drag the slut to the bed.”
Xander did as he was told, grabbing Tara by the hair and dragging her across the floor as she shrieked in pain; her cries thoroughly muffled by the gag. The enthralled man picked her up and tossed her on the bed like a sack of junk; dropping her so that she lay across the bed, with her head bumping against the wall and her legs hanging off the side. The terrified witch stared in terror as the the rest of the room’s occupants stood around the edge of the bed; circling around her.
“Willow, cast a spell to make sure no sound leaves this room.” Buffy instructed.
“Silens locus.” Willow said as she waved her hand, emitting a brief jet of sparks which floated off and expanded, eventually coating the four walls, floor and roof before vanishing.
“Ungag her, thrall.” The Count ordered.
Xander undid the knot on the back of Tara’s gag and pulled it off her. The now slightly less tied up witch looked up at the group trying to put on a brave face, but her teary eyes and stammering undermined her efforts completely.
“Y-You w-won’t get aw-way w-with…”
“We are going to get away with this, Tara.” Buffy interrupted her. “When my husband turned me, any chance of any of you stopping us was long gone. You, Willow, Xander and Giles are nothing without me and soon you’ll be joining us as our slaves.”
“B-Buffy…I d-don’t know…He’s got you under s-some spell…Willow t-told me ab-ab-about you…You can b-break free…”
“He didn’t put a spell on me.”
Buffy closed her eyes and Tara watched in horror as her face shifted to its vampire form; with protruding eyebrows, cat-like eyes and long, sharp fangs.
“He did something much better.”
“Oh God…” Tara muttered.
“He is your God now and I am your Goddess. You will serve us faithfully soon enough, I’m sure, but what will happen to you Isn’t up to you or even us. It’s up to Willow.”
“What?”
Buffy turned to the redhead, who kept staring at her with a loving, doe-eyed look in spite of the blonde’s now monstrous appearance.
“Willow, I want you to tell me what you actually feel, not what I want to hear.” Buffy said. “Who’s hotter? Me or Tara?”
“You, Buffy. Your body’s so toned and your hair’s so pretty…And your titties are so perky and perfect. Tara’s too frumpy. Her boobs are bigger but I can tell they’re kinda saggy even though she’s never let me see them.”
“Will…” Tara whimpered.
“And who do you love more, me or Tara?” Buffy followed up.
“You, of course. You’re my best friend and we’ve been through so much together. I’ve secretly wanted you for so long but never thought you’d ever be with me. I really like Tara too, but I always kinda felt like I was settling for her.”
“Good. Now you have a choice. You can choose Tara and my husband and I will let you all go, but we’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. Or, you can choose me and become our thrall, but then my husband will rape Tara and enslave her as well.”
“I choose you, Buffy. Always.” Willow replied without hesitation.
“Willow, I love you. You can’t do this!”
“I’m sorry, Tara. I love you too, but I love Buffy more. She’s so much hotter and powerful. You’re nothing compared to her.”
“Will…No…”
“You heard her, Tara. Tough luck. Don’t worry, though. After my husband is done with you, you’ll be happy to serve…He might even let you play with Willow for his amusement. He loves seeing girls dyke out. My love?”
“I do indeed.” The Count answered. “In fact, why don’t you and your mother entertain me while I work over this witch?”
“Of course, my love. Anything you want.”
The Count undid his belt and dropped his trousers before standing over the terrified Tara. He loomed over her for a few seconds, staring grimly at her as she closed her eyes and turned her head to avoid his gaze. Eventually he smiled and laid down on top of her; his hardening erection brushing against her womanhood and his cold, pale face inches away from hers.
“Please…D-don’t do this…I’m a virgin…” Tara muttered, still not looking at him.
“I know. That is why we are doing this. My wife could not give me her maidenhood on the night of our marriage, so she is instead giving me yours.”
The Count leaned down to kiss the witch’s lips but she turned her head away, so her forcibly cupped her lips and squeezed them to force her mouth open and allow himself to kiss her. As he did so, he slowly eased his hips forward and penetrated her. The girl let out a soft, pained mewl of discomfort as the vampire slowly but surely buried himself inside her until he was finally all the way in.
“Congratulations, Tara. You are a woman now…And soon you will be my slave too.”
“Y-you can rape me…I c-can’t st-stop you…But I’ll never be your slave.” Tara whimpered, eyes still firmly shut.
The Count began to move against her, rocking back and forth within the girl’s womanhood; defiling a part of her which, as a Wiccan, was sacred to the young woman; hurting her in deeper ways than the mere physical pain of the penetration. Still, she resisted by choking back any noises of discomfort and by refusing to show him the misery in her eyes.
“It is true, I cannot have you until you surrender yourself to me. My wife and your former paramour, Willow; they are mine because they chose to give themselves to me. They surrendered to the pleasures of the flesh and the lure of the power I shall bring them…And they are happier for it.”
“They’re under your spell! Ahh…You’re controlling them!” Tara yelled, eyes resolutely shut.
“No. I have freed them. Freed them form conscience and petty morality. Given them the true liberty to indulge in their desires without anything, not even themselves, holding them back…And I can liberate you too, if you’ll allow me.”
“I’d rather die…”
“You’ll not die. You’ll just suffer needlessly. Willow has sold you out to us and we will keep you for the rest of your natural life; using you to our satisfaction, no matter how much you hurt. Why endure this when you can give in like she did and be happy…All you have to do is open your eyes and look at me…”
Tara kept her eyes shut, but she could still hear what the others in the room were doing and saying. She felt Buffy sitting down on the bed right next to her head and spreading her legs.
“OK Mommy. Get down on your knees and eat my pussy.” The blonde vampiress instructed.
“Buffy…You’re my daughter…Making love to your husband is one thing, but this…And you’re a girl…I’m not a lesbian…”
“Mommy, look in my eyes.”
Joyce did as she was bid and looked at her daughter’s eyes; instantly finding herself entranced by how pretty they were.
“You love me.” Buffy stated.
“I love you…” Joyce repeated.
“You love me with all your heart.”
“I love you with all my heart…”
“You want to make me happy.”
“I want to make you happy…”
“Making me happy makes you happy.”
“Making you happy makes me happy…”
“You want to eat my pussy.”
“I want to eat your pussy…”
“You love eating your daughter’s pussy.”
“I love eating my daughter’s pussy…”
“You love eating your daughter’s pussy because you’re a dirty, slutty Mommy.”
“I love eating my daughter’s pussy because I’m a dirty, slutty Mommy…”
“Good. Now get down and beg to eat my pussy.” Buffy ordered.
Joyce snapped out of her trance and immediately dropped on all fours. She crawled between her daughter’s spread legs and looked up at her with desperation.
“Buffy…Baby, please let me eat your pussy.” She pleaded.
“I don’t know, Mom. I only let the most depraved sluts eat my pussy. Are you one?” Buffy laughed.
“I’m a completely depraved, degenerate slut, baby. Look at me. I’m on my knees, begging to eat my own daughter’s pussy. I don’t care that we’re related. I don’t care that I’m supposed to be your moral guide. I don’t care about anything except tonguing your snatch and drinking your cunt juice.” Joyce said, tears welling up in her eyes because of the shame and the elation of admitting something so perverse. “Please…”
“Alright slut, if you’re so anxious about it. Dig in!” Buffy chuckled.
“Oh, Buffy, baby, thank you!” Joyce cried out in absolute happiness.
Buffy’s mom buried her face in her daughter’s womanhood, spreading her labia and slipping her tongue to gobble up as much of her baby girl’s nectar as she could. Her technique was far from elegant, since she’d never done it in her life (And had rarely gotten that particular act of affection from Buffy’s father), but the blonde girl was nonetheless quite pleased because of the deviance of it all. She put her hand on the back of her mom’s head and pushed her in closer forcefully.
“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff! Munch that rug, you whore!” Buffy moaned.
Across from the incestuous mother-daughter munching and the vampiric rape, a very nude Willow and Xander watched both depraved sexual acts while committing some of their own, as Xander jerked off furiously while Willow fingered herself with desperation. Buffy noticed this and decided to intervene.
“Thrall, you did a good job kidnapping Tara for us. You earned a treat. Willow, suck him off.” The vampiress spoke up.
“Of course, Buff. Anything for you.” Willow said with cheer.
The nude witch moved in front of her friend/former crush and go on her knees. Xander looked down in surprise and, before he could fully grasp the situation, he found his best friend grasping his cock and putting her lips up to the tip. With complete confidence, as if she’d done it a million times, Willow began to bob her up along Xander’s tool, gagging herself on the meat and letting out repeated, light grunts of “ack, ack, ack, ack, ack” as the man’s cockhead popped in and out of her throat.
“Damn, Will…Oooohhhh…For a dyke, you really know how to…Aaaahhhh…Give good head.” Buffy laughed in between the moans her mother’s tongue provoked.
“Yeah…Got pretty of practice with Oz before he left…” Willow chimed up, letting go of the boy’s rod for a moment. “I still like it a lot. I guess I’m not all gay all the way. Haha.”
Xander grabbed the redhead by the head and forced her mouth back on his junk, which she eagerly gulped down once more.
“Less talky, more sucky.” He said.
“No manhandling the concubines, thrall!” Buffy scolded him. “She’s mine and my husband’s, so careful with our stuff!”
“Of course, My Malevolent Mistress. I’m sorry…Thank you for lending her to me.” Xander apologized.
Xander put his hand back on the back of Willow’s head, this time more gently and then leaned back against the wall immediately behind him to enjoy the blowjob. On the bed, Tara could hear Willow’s delighted moans and groans as she gobbled the man’s meat. She heard Buffy’s mother praising the taste of her own daughter’s juices. And she felt the pain of Count Dracula’s manhood punching its way into her womb; the sting of his sharp-nailed fingers groping her breasts. She knew she had no hope. No way of escaping her captors and no way of saving her love and her friends from the vampire’s control. She despaired, opened her eyes and looked up at the Count.
“Good. Look into my eyes and accept your fate. Embrace the carnal and surrender to the pleasure.” The Count whispered.
“Please. Just don’t hurt me anymore.” Tara pleaded.
“I won’t. Soon, this will all feel wonderful. Just keep looking into my eyes. Listen to your friends’ moans. Concentrate on me inside of you. It will all be perfect soon.”
Tara did as instructed. She stared into his deep, dark blue eyes. She let herself become lost in them. They were so pretty. She’d never found anything about a man pretty before, but his eyes were different. Special. They were so beautiful. He was beautiful. And so gentle. His fingers danced across her breasts like butterflies landing on them over and over; stroking the supple mounds so softly. Pressing down and gracing them just enough. She gasped sharply as his fingers tugged on her nipples, eliciting pain that quickly bled into pleasure. Then she focused on her pussy and moaned as the vampire’s manhood filled her up; punching the back of her womb with aggression. Each thrust of his hips brought about a sensation of fullness, of purpose, of place in the world that she’d never felt before. How could she have ever been opposed to this? To being penetrated. It was what she was meant for.
Tara sat up and placed a hesitant kiss on Dracula’s lips. Hesitant not because she didn’t want it, but because she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to seek it. Her doubts were assuaged immediately when Dracula placed his hand on the back of her head to hold her in place and kissed her back while speeding up his pumping.
“I love you.” The blonde witch said.
“I know.” The Count replied. “Now prepare to be baptised.”
The vampire buried himself in the witch’s cunt one more time and came inside her. Tara moaned into her lover’s mouth and came herself, driven over the edge by the feeling of not only feeling a man’s cum being spilled inside her for the first time, but the cum of her new Master, the most wonderful man she’d ever met. The only man she’d ever loved and would ever love.
As the vampire dismounted her, the pale blonde stared up at the ceiling, lost in a haze of awe and lovey-dovey sentimentality. She’d always felt alone in the world. Willow had started to make her feel different, but it was nothing compared to this. Now she knew she’d never be alone again. The Count and Buffy would always be there for her. They would always love her…And she would serve them well.
The vampire’s orgasmic ecstasy spread to his subjects in the room. As soon as he came, so did Buffy; squirting a torrent of girl cum into her mother’s mouth, and so did Xander; busting a load all over Willow’s face, which she received eagerly, even as some drops of spunk struck her right eye.
The vampire noble walked over to where his wife sat; affectionately patting her mother’s head, which rested comfortably on her lap. Buffy looked up at her husband and smiled. He returned the gesture and held out his hand for her. The blonde nudged her mother aside and took her husband’s hand; sitting up with his help. He put his other arm around her waist and leaned in to kiss her, which she reciprocated with gusto.
In moments, Buffy felt her husband’s girth hardening against her leg; which prompted her to lift up her left leg and wrap it around his waist. He interpreted this correctly and grasped his member to guide it into her waiting womanhood. The blonde let out a gasp of delight as she felt him inside her, followed by a full out moan of ecstasy as he began to pump into her. She kissed him again and rocked her hips to meet his thrusts.
Next to them, Willow untied Tara and kissed her deeply for a few moments before taking her hand and leading her to the floor behind the fucking pair of vampires. The two witches kowtowed to them, with Xander and Joyce joining them moments later in identical prostration. The four thralls revered the vampires as they fucked several times, before eventually joining them. The orgy lasted until the following morning and resumed the following night in Dracula’s castle, now with a newly enthralled Giles and Riley joining in.
Soon after, word spread around Sunnydale about the new “King and Queen of All Vampires”. Many were drawn to their power and willingly became subjects, whereas others sought them out to challenge their self-appointed authority…And paid the ultimate price for their impudence. Those smart enough to bend the knee to their new sovereigns were rewarded with access to the many thralls the King and Queen created on their nightly hunts throughout the city’s clubs and bars; slowly amassing an army of enslaved humans for their vampire minions to feed on or fuck, but not kill. The King and Queen needed subjects, not corpses.
Naturally, Angel and his agency of do-gooders tried to stop them when they heard what was going on. Unfortunately for Angel, he hadn’t learned who the so-called “Queen of the Hellmouth” really was until he met her in person…And once he did, he found himself unable to actually kill her. She felt no such hesitation and thus she effortlessly tore Angel’s head off with her bare hands, before enthralling Cordelia and Wesley to make them join her and her husband’s harem.
It only took a couple of months for Sunnydale to become a “sundown town”…Though not in the old, racist, human fashion. Rather, it was a sundown town because the city’s human residents knew better than to go out after dark. Nobody talked about it, but they all knew who now ruled the night and they all knew that their new rulers had agents everywhere: Other humans who’d been secretly enthralled and who willingly allowed themselves to be fed on or used for the pleasure of the creatures of the night…And who were constantly on the lookout for other humans who could be enthralled as well. During the day, the residents of Sunnydale were free to pantomime a normal existence, while during the night they cowered in their homes.
Within a year, it was no longer just Sunnydale. The borders of the King and Queen’s shadow kingdom of the night slowly grew, as more towns found themselves filled with brainwashed agents and vampire enforcers. Sleepy little hamlets and large cities alike changed so gradually that nobody could pinpoint when anything became different. People just slowly became afraid of going out at night as stories spread about what would happen if they did. Stories never told in public or in large groups; merely whispered and murmured about in secrecy. And of course, the occasional corpses of a few non-enthralled humans left out in public with all their blood drained ensured that those whispered stories were always believed.
Of course, their little kingdom could only spread so far before a certain, sketchy, demon-backed law firm in L.A. took notice and intervened. Fortunately for the King and Queen of the Vampires, negotiations with Wolfram & Hart’s representatives went smoothly. They were upset about the death of the ensouled vampire who’d been the focus of their doomsday prophecy, but lawyers always manage to find a way to draft mutually acceptable settlements. Borders were drawn up and compensation terms for the death of Angel were agreed upon. By the end, the Shadow Kingdom was officially recognized by a powerful ally and though their expansion was halted, its rulers were more than satisfied with the outcome.
For centuries to come, the human counties of Santa Barbara, San Luis Obispo and Monterey became the domain of King Dracula and his wife, Queen Buffy, who ruled from the shadows; based out of a sinister little castle on the outskirts of Sunnydale, where any callers would often find them engaged in frequent orgies with their harem of human thralls. Though all those callers were mortally afraid of the vampiric sovereigns and thus tried to spend as little time in their presence as possible, there was something that became readily apparent to even the most casual observer: Queen Buffy and King Dracula were very much in love and their marriage was indeed a very happy one…And a malevolent one as well.