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Tina had been taught as a child to respect all living things.
“They have feelings, too,” her mother, Jane, had said, tucking Tina into bed and brushing back her daughter’s golden bangs. “And many times, their feelings differ very little from ours.”
“What about vampires?” Tina had asked, her words twisted by a yawn. “They aren’t considered living… right?”
Her mother hummed at that but offered no further response, slipping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her.
As she drifted into the hazy world of dreams, young Tina decided that vampires, non-living beings so often depicted as monsters and abominations, deserved to be respected, too.
Which is why Tina despises her current job.
It’s been many years since she reached that conclusion, years filled with heartbreak, turmoil, and pain. No longer an innocent child, she has seen firsthand the cruelties of the world and understands why people call vampires monsters. While most stay hidden away in forests where humans dare not tread, some seek to wreak havoc and terrorize the living. Reports of missing pets, children, and adults have grown steadily over the years, forcing those in authority to take action.
Thus, a new profession sprung up from the blood-soaked earth: vampire hunters.
Ever since she incurred an unpayable debt to one of the regional lords, Tina has been tasked with tracking down and dispatching the vampires who threaten humans, or even those who wander too close to civilization.
The vampire Tina hunts on this chilly, moonlit night falls into the latter category. She’s grateful for this—largely because there’s a chance she won’t have to kill them. Often, she’s able to send them off with a warning, and very few are ever seen near the town again. This is preferable—the less bloodshed, the better.
A twig snaps loudly in the silent forest and her gut clenches, drawing a wince from the blonde. Her stomach already hurts from the onset of cramps that signify the start of her period—horrible timing, really, for it to have started mere hours after she left her warm and cozy house—and the tension building in her certainly doesn’t help.
A leaf flutters to the ground, and there’s a whisper in the wind that has her skin prickling with unease.
Another rustle.
Tina squeezes her thighs together and begins to unsheathe her weapon.
Another snap—the bush quivers.
Her heart pounds, blood rushes in her ears, a bead of sweat trickles down her brow.
Silence.
A cool breeze stirs the canopy overhead. Silvery moonlight dances across the forest floor as more leaves flutter to the ground.
And then—
Tina whirls around, digging the heel of her boot into the ground and drawing her claymore as she turns. She swings her weapon in a gleaming arc, stopping the motion with the tip pointed directly at—
—a rabbit.
The small, tan creature lets out a terrified squeak, ruby eyes shining bright in the dark as it scurries back into the bushes, retreating into the dark forest.
Tina releases a shuddering breath, the tip of her claymore dipping as she loosens her grip. It was nothing more than just a little bunny, nothing to get so worked up about. With a deep inhale, she forces herself to relax, soothing her frayed nerves as silence falls over the forest.
“My, you’re awfully jumpy.”
Tina jolts, once again swinging her sword as she turns to face the source of the voice.
A figure enshrouded in shadow easily dodges her haphazard attack, a low chuckle rumbling in their throat. “Easy, there,” they say as they step into a patch of moonlight. “You could hurt someone with that, you know.”
Tina’s retort dies on her tongue as she stares at the figure before her. A woman, tall and elegant, with dark brown curling hair. Rich tan skin peeks out from beneath the loose cloak draped around her frame and—oh, she’s a—
“Vampire,” Tina murmurs, holding her claymore as steadily as she can with trembling hands.
The vampire hums, a smooth sound that has Tina’s gut twisting from more than just menstrual cramps. “Human.”
They study each other warily, not quite circling one another as a prelude to battle, but in a more curious fashion as they step further into the small clearing.
“You’re rather far from town,” the vampire says after a few moments, her deep chocolate gaze boring into Tina. “And at such a late hour of the night. Don’t you know how dangerous these woods can be?”
“Is that a threat?” Tina asks, shifting into a defensive stance.
“Not at all,” the vampire replies. “I’m merely curious as to why a human would be wandering about at night.”
“I’m looking for someone,” Tina murmurs, and oh, her stomach aches now. “You, actually.”
“Me?” The vampire quirks a brow at her, head tilted slightly to the side. “What would a pretty little thing like you want with me?”
“I-I’m here to warn you not to come close to the town anymore. People are frightened, and if they see you again, they’re sure to attack you.”
The vampire scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest—Tina does not miss the way her bust shifts and shirt tightens at the movement. “Attack me? For what, going for a walk in the woods?”
“They’re scared that you’ll approach them with nefarious intentions,” Tina explains as she adjusts her grip on her claymore. Her pulse races under the weight of the vampire’s gaze, her stomach twinging as another wave of cramps take hold.
“I have no interest in using those disgusting humans for food,” the vampire responds coolly. “However,” she continues, her eyes lowering to focus on Tina’s torso, “I must admit that I have an interest in you. I can smell blood on you. It smells so sweet…”
Tina flushes and hopes that her embarrassment is hidden by the shadows that she steps back into. Her heart pounds in her chest—what is wrong with her? She’s never felt so…vulnerable to vampires before. Exposed, her secrets laid bare from them to peruse at will. Like prey, almost, with the way that the vampire’s gaze turns sharp.
“Is it yours?”
“Huh?” Tina falters, her claymore lowering to point at the ground.
“The blood—is it yours?”
“I-I, um,” her cheeks burn, core aching. “Yes, it’s my…time of the month.”
“I see.”
There’s red tinging the brown of her eyes—Tina can see it now. Crimson, the color of fresh blood, swirls in her irises as she takes one step forward.
Tina takes one step back.
The vampire steps forward once more. “So it’s true that human females bleed in time with the lunar cycles. How interesting…I’ve always been curious about such phenomena.”
“W-Why?” Tina curses herself for stuttering, her back brushing against the rough bark of a tree.
“Humans are such strange creatures. We are so similar in appearance, and yet lifeblood flows through your veins while our hearts remain still. We are creatures of the night, and yet you are bound to the changes of the moon. It’s fascinating.” The vampire moves closer, slowly approaching Tina.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer!” Tina brandishes her claymore, the silver edge glinting in the moonlight.
She pauses, her eyes shifting from the blade to Tina. “What is your name, human?”
“You first!”
“Bette,” she replies easily, and Tina catches the flash of sharp fangs as she speaks. “Your name?”
“I-I’m…Tina.”
“Tina,” Bette muses, purrs. “What a pretty name for a pretty human.”
“I don’t know what game you’re trying to play here, but I’m getting tired of it. I’ve warned you to stay away from the town, and for the sake of your safety, I suggest you heed my warning and leave.” Tina winces as her muscles cramp, the heat pooling in her gut.
“Are you going to hurt me, Tina?” the vampire asks, stepping close enough for the tip of Tina’s weapon to catch on her cloak. “Are you going to kill me?”
“I-I don’t want to. I only came to warn you—”
“Yes, yes, to warn me about staying away from the town and the other humans. You needn’t worry, Tina, I have no interest in them.”
“G-Good, then le—”
“Does it hurt?”
Tina shudders, her back fully pressed against the tree trunk as her legs grow achy and weak. “What…?”
“Your ‘time of the month,’” Bette clarifies, leaning forward, and Tina knows she’s not imagining the fangs anymore—they peek out from between plump lips, sharp and dangerous. “When you bleed such tantalizing blood—does it hurt?”
“Um, yes…it does.”
“Hm. I can smell your blood so strongly, Tina, you must be spilling so much of it. Such a shame that such sweetness must go to waste every month, isn’t it?”
Tina’s claymore shakes in her hands, dropping to point to the ground. “I—”
Bette takes the chance to move closer, no more than a few feet from the trembling blonde. “Won’t you let me have a taste? I’ll stay away from town if you give me this privilege, Tina.”
She begins to lift her weapon once more but Bette grabs her wrists with lightning speed and inhuman strength. The claymore falls to the forest floor.
“Ah, ah,” the vampire tuts. “Don’t do anything foolish, Tina. I wouldn’t want either of us to get hurt when we could resolve this through much simpler means.”
“Let me go!” Tina says and struggles to free herself from the vampire’s grasp. Alas, the ache in her stomach has spread throughout her whole body now, her thighs trembling and her heart racing. There’s so much hunger in the crimson gaze that roams over her, heat washing over her despite the leather-clad hands wrapped tightly around her lithe wrists.
Bette leans in, close enough for Tina to feel her next words more than hear them. “Allow me to taste you, Tina,” she croons, pinning the blonde’s hands against the bark above her head. “I promise I’ll make it good for you. I can make the pain go away, if only you’ll grant me permission to savor you.”
Desire coils in Tina’s gut at the sultry tone and promise of the vampire. A small whimper escapes her throat—as much as she hates to admit it, she’s getting turned on. Maybe it’s her hormones, or maybe it’s Bette’s otherworldly beauty that clouds her mind. She rubs her legs together, but the weak friction does little to alleviate the growing ache in her core.
“What do you say, Tina?” Bette’s lip ghost along her jaw, over the curve of her neck and the dip of her collarbones.
Tina’s going crazy—she must be. For her to even hesitate, let alone consider the proposal of a vampire to console her and offer her relief, Tina must be out of her mind. But Bette is here, pinning her to a tree and trailing kisses across her skin, holding her so gently that it makes Tina want to cry. She wants and wants and needs and needs something, anything, to dull the ache that has settled in her core.
But she shouldn’t, she can’t—
“Tina,” Bette calls, soft mouth against her pulse point.
She snaps. Breaks. Shatters.
“Please…”
“Please what?” Bette teases, fangs dragging over the sensitive skin. “Use your words, Tina.”
She whines, cheeks aflame as her eyes flutter closed. “Please, Bette, touch me—I—”
Piercing lips crash against hers, cutting off her desperate plea. A hand comes up to tangle in her hair, pulling gold strands free from her braid as her legs are nudged apart. She gasps at the contact, the firm press of a thigh against her cunt, the thin leggings and tunic she wears doing little to dull the sensation. Oh, oh that feels so—
Tina’s moan is swallowed up by Bette, who continues to kiss her ravenously as she grinds her thigh against Tina’s heat. A tongue slips into her mouth and she welcomes it readily; fangs catch her lower lips and break the skin just enough for a single drop of blood to escape.
This time, it’s Bette who moans at the sweetness of the crimson drop. She releases her grasp on Tina’s wrists in her fervor, her now freed hand cupping and squeezing Tina’s ass.
It takes her a few moments to realize her hands have been loosed, and she wraps her arms Bette’s shoulders as soon as her brain registers the change. She didn’t know what to expect from kissing a vampire—it’s not something Tina had ever thought of before, but she never would have predicted it to feel this good. Bette tastes of the crisp morning air and spice, refreshing and arousing in such an unforeseen combination. She kisses Tina so carefully, yet hungrily, too—just the right amount of teeth and tongue, mindful of her sharp fangs.
Tina’s legs nearly buckle when they break apart for air, Bette keeping her aloft with one hand and the thigh between her legs. Tina whimpers at the pressure it puts on her clit, as well as the mere fact that Bette is strong enough to hold her with almost no effort. She grinds down against Bette, more heat pooling in her gut with each zap of pleasure that the contact brings.
“You smell so good, Tina,” Bette praises, her voice thick with her own arousal. “I want to taste you so bad.”
“Please, do it,” Tina begs breathlessly. “Taste me, take me, do whatever you want with me, please, Bette—”
“Shh,” the vampire soothes, pressing a chaste kiss to the blonde's lips. “I’ll take such good care of you that you’ll want me like this every month.”
And with that promise, Bette begins the descent down towards Tina’s core.
She moves slowly—too slowly for Tina’s taste, but there is little more that the blonde can do but whimper and writhe in the vampire's strong embrace. Bette runs her hands along the curve of Tina’s waist and over the swell of her ass as she leaves open mouth kisses on her chest, tugging lightly at her clothes with her fangs.
Hands slip under her tunic, sliding up to gather the fabric at her hips, and despite the gloves Bette wears, Tina can feel how cold they are. A shiver runs down Tina’s spine when fingers hook in the top of her leggings, nails blunted by leather skimming over the soft skin of her navel. “Ah, Bette—”
Bette hums appreciatively and presses a kiss to the smooth plane of her stomach as she kneels in front of Tina. “So sweet,” she murmurs in response to the breathy moan that slips through Tina’s parted lips. “You smell so sweet.”
The vampire’s eyes are glowing red now, with no hint or trace of the deep bronze color they had been only minutes ago. Hunger, desire—that’s what lurks in her heavy gaze that pins Tina in place where she leans back against the tree. She’s trapped, unable to escape—prey caught in Bette’s predatory grasp.
Inch by torturous inch, Bette slides her leggings down her hips and thighs, leaving Tina in nothing but her soaked—and ruined—panties.
“How cute,” Bette chuckles. She traces the pink lace pattern that rests just above her clit, and Tina pitches forward to chase the snippet of friction.
She’s pushed firmly against the trunk by a cold, leather-clad hand on her stomach. “Be still,” Bette orders, crimson eyes flashing in the moonlight. “Here,” she guides Tina’s trembling hands to where her tunic is bunched at her waist. “Hold this up for me, baby.”
Tina whines at the pet name and obeys, gripping the fabric so tightly she’s worried that it might tear. But she can’t force herself to loosen her clenched grip—she needs to cling to something, anything, or else she’ll come undone right where she stands.
“Oh, do you like that?” Bette asks from where she kneels, nestled between creamy thighs.
“Do you like being called ‘baby’?”
“Yessssss,” the blonde hisses as Bette’s fangs trace over her skin. Her stomach clenches, her core burns, tears swim in her carmine eyes. It’s too much and not enough, she needs more, she needs the vampire to give her more. “Please, Bette, I—”
She breaks off in a choked sob when Bette kisses the lace on her pink—now blood red—panties. “Oh!”
Bette’s tongue laves over her clothed cunt, pupils dilating as she tastes the first few drops of Tina’s blood. Her fingertips dig into Tina’s quivering legs, holding her upright as she begins to lap at the blood smeared over the sensitive skin of Tina’s inner thighs. She groans, a low and rumbling sound that sends vibrations directly to Tina’s clit.
“Ah, ngh!” Her body convulses and more blood drips down her legs, only to quickly be swept up by Bette’s tongue.
“Delicious,” Bette praises, cleaning up the crimson spilling from her core. “You taste absolutely divine, baby.”
Stars distort Tina’s vision as Bette lightly sucks at her clit through her stained panties. She squirms wildly, one hand releasing her tunic to tangle in the vampire’s curly locks. Heat coils in her navel, pulsing in time with each rhythmic lick against her sensitive bundle of nerves. She can feelBette’s pleased smirk as she grinds down on her tongue, seeking every bit of friction the vampire will give her.
Another wave of blood and slick, hot and viscous, gushes from her core, and Bette finally, finally,nudges Tina’s panties to the side to drag her tongue through her folds.
“Oh…” Tina moans, too slow to catch her lip between her teeth to stifle the embarrassing noise.
Bette supports her with strong hands as she picks up the pace and Tina’s knees buckle. Crimson eyes slide shut as she eagerly drinks every drop of the bloody mixture dripping from the blonde’s core. Her tongue is icy cold as it dips into Tina, curls against her clit, draws whines and whimpers from her burning chest.
The once eerie and silent forest now echoes with the lewd, wet squelching of Bette devouring Tina’s pussy. She ravages Tina like she’s starving—and maybe she is. Every sweet drop of blood that Tina has to offer is lapped up with vigor, her throat bobbing as she swallows and sucks. Her tongue begins to warm from the heat emanating from Tina’s core, the tip flicking her clit over and over and over until Tina’s throat aches from how loudly she moans and cries.
Silvery moonlight illuminates the blood smeared across Bette’s cheeks and chin when she rears back to remove her glove. She catches the leather in her teeth, evidently too desperate to care if her fangs pierce the material, and rips it off with a sharp jerk of her head, the offending article of clothing tossed to the side without a second thought.
At the sight of her long, pointed nails, Tina is suddenly hit with the realization of what’s about to happen. “Wait, don’t—”
“Relax, baby,” Bette croons, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. She flexes her ungloved hand and her nails retract like claws, tips becoming round and blunt and flush with the end of her fingertips. “I won’t hurt you. I promised to make you feel good, didn’t I? Vampires keep their promises.”
Tina whimpers—she feels so pathetic, reduced to a shivering mess by a vampire— when Bette returns to lapping at her cunt. Her fingers glide through her folds, their movement eased by blood and slick. They brush over her clit, tease at her entrance, spread her labia wide for Bette to partake in the fluids spilling out.
And then Tina is doubled over and shuddering from the sensation of long, slender fingers slipping in and petting over her sweet spot as another wave of cramps seize her.
Her hand tangled in Bette’s hair spasms and she nearly drops the hem of her tunic. “Wa—I’ll c— ah!”
“Do it, baby. Cum for me.” Bette sucks on her clit and curls her fingers, blood dripping into her palm as Tina trembles.
Everything around her goes fuzzy for a moment and her vision warps—the moonlight dappling the forest floor, the chestnut strands wrapped around her fingers, the crimson glow of Bette’s eyes. Faintly, she hears an echoing, gasping moan that sounds so desperate and gone and oh, oh, it’s her, she’s the one moaning—
More blood flows from her pussy as she orgasms, a bit milky and watery with her cum. Bette dutifully works her through it, fingers thrusting in and out of her rippling walls and tongue lapping up her juices.
The cramps, the continued stimulation, the hunger in Bette’s gaze—it’s all too much, too overwhelming for Tina. Her eyelashes flutter and her eyes roll back as she climaxes again, her legs truly giving out this time as she trembles from her thrown back head to her curled toes. Voice strained and pitchy, she keens, “Ah, ah—!”
Bette lifts her thighs onto her cloaked shoulders to keep Tina upright while she drinks every last drop that Tina has to offer.
Floating—she feels like she’s floating. Her limbs buzz with a soft energy and her mind is hazy with pleasure, thoughts flowing slow and thick like syrup. Warm, despite the chilly night air; at peace, despite the way her heart pounds in her chest.
Seconds, minutes, hours could pass and she’d be none the wiser, head in the clouds and supported by gentle hands and a cooing voice.
“So good,” whispered praise comes from below her. “You did so good for me, baby— Tina.”
Tina thinks she hums in response—she’s not sure, honestly, because it feels like her whole body is singing at the moment.
Featherlight kisses and silky hair tickle her inner thighs, and the rhythmic stroking of a gloved hand on her ass starts to guide her back down to earth. The rough bark of the tree she’s propped against pokes her in the back uncomfortably but not painfully, a cool breeze stirs stray blonde hairs over her flushed cheeks, and her eyes crack open to peer down at the vampire still settled between her legs.
In the pale moonlight, she can see the love bites spread over her skin like roses in bloom.
And Bette—
Tina’s breath hitches. “Oh…”
The vampire stares up at her so fondly, pure bliss etched into what had once been a stoic and serious face. Her irises have begun to fade from crimson to brown, her bloodlust sated and pleased with Tina’s generous gift.
She stops nuzzling against the sensitive skin where Tina’s thigh meets her navel once she’s garnered the blonde’s full attention.
“Mm, there you are. I told you I’d make you feel good,” Bette murmurs, tilting her head back to smirk up at Tina.
Embarrassment immediately floods Tina from both her words and the blood still smeared over her chin and lips. A pink tongue darts out to lick the blood from the corners of her mouth, head moving slightly at the motion, and that’s when Tina sees the glittering wetness that coats the majority of the vampire’s beautifully elegant face.
Oh, oh dear, she must have—
“I didn’t realize you were a squirter, Tina,”
Bette teases, her fangs flashing in the moonlight. “It was a surprise, I admit, but quite the pleasant one.”
“Sh-Shut up!” Tina whines and squirms in Bette’s grasp. “And put me down, already!”
“Are you sure you can stand after all of that?”
“Oh, fuck you!” Tina exclaims, wriggling even more.
“Hm, I’d prefer to fuck you,” Bette replies as her eyes roam over Tina’s still exposed pussy and up to her reddening cheeks. “But we’ll save that for another time.” She slides out from between the blonde’s thighs, lowering her feet onto solid ground.
Tina pitches forward almost immediately, her legs still shaky from her back-to-back orgasms. Bette catches her when she stumbles, chuckling at Tina’s muffled moan and leaning her against the tree trunk for support.
“Not a word,” Tina warns the vampire as she regains her balance and wills her legs to stop shaking. Bette helps her redress—her panties are a lost cause, and the vampire nearly rips them off of her to keep for…reasons, but Tina keeps them—and stays close, hovering around her with a faint glimmer in her eye.
“Oh, here, your face is a mess,” Tina says and offers her a handkerchief dampened with water from her waterskin.
“And whose fault is that, hm?” Bette asks, arching a brow at the blonde. At Tina’s flustered huff, she closes her eyes and tilts her head forward. “Clean me up, baby.”
“Wha—you can clean yourself!” Waving the cloth in Bette’s face does her no good—the vampire’s eyes remain shut, her face serene with just a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her bloodied lips.
Eventually, Tina caves, too embarrassed by the evidence of their activities so clearly on display. She takes Bette’s chin in hand and dabs away the dried blood and cum, gentle in her movements. The vampire’s skin is cold to the touch, a somewhat unnerving sensation. And, well, she supposes this is the first time she’s willingly touched a vampire so much, especially a vampire’s skin.
On that train of thought, she can’t help but marvel at how things had turned out. Only a few hours ago, she had set out from her home with the intention of tracking down and potentially harming the vampire—Bette.
Instead, she ended up with Bette between her thighs, taking her fill of Tina’s sweet blood and arousal. It had been surprisingly…pleasant. Enjoyable, highly enjoyable. In fact, if she’s being honest with herself, she wouldn’t be too opposed to doing it again…
“Tina.”
The blonde jolts, drawn out of her swirling thoughts by the soft call of her name.
Bette’s eyes are open and she blinks at Tina, slow and cat-like. They stare at one another in silence for a moment, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves in the wind. Then, Bette turns her head slightly, just enough to press her freshly cleaned lips to the pads of Tina’s fingertips.
Heat floods her at the intimate gesture, yet she can’t find it in herself to pull her hand away.
And oh, this is dangerous—not being this close to a vampire, she’s quite confident that Bette has no intentions of harming her. What’s dangerous is the way her heart races in her chest, pounding frantically and sending blood rushing in her ears. It’s not the lingering effects of arousal, and she can’t pin the blame on an adrenaline rush. It’s something more, something deeper that she dares not even name, lest the mere acknowledgement of its existence trap her in its grasp.
There’s no doubt that Bette is aware of Tina’s rabbiting pulse—her eyes dart briefly to the blonde’s neck and her lips twitch involuntarily as she senses the change in tempo—and she opens her mouth to speak, but Tina doesn’t let her.
“You’ll stay away from the town now, right?”
Bette’s brow furrows as Tina drops her hands and steps away, but she makes no move to chase after her. “Yes, I’ll do as promised.”
“Good.” Tina bends over to pick up her claymore on still-wobbly legs. She sheathes it and brushes the dust and dirt from her clothes, distracting herself so she doesn’t have to look Bette in the eye. “I should head back now.”
“Tina—”
“If I hear reports about you lurking around here again, I will be required to take more action. My lord would be displeased to know that I did not deal with you as I was sent to do.” She turns on her heel and makes to disappear into the forest once more.
“Tina, wait—”
The desperation in Bette’s voice gives her pause. Without facing the vampire, she asks, “What is it?”
A beat of silence. Then, “Will we meet again?”
Tina’s heart aches. She wants to see Bette again, she does, but…it’s wrong, isn’t it? For her, a human, to want to see a vampire? To be with a vampire?
It’s risky for the both of them—Bette could be hunted down by the townsfolk or other vampire hunters, and Tina could be attacked by any number of unfriendly vampires.
So, Tina swallows down her desires, buries them, tucks them away in a corner of her heart and does her best to forget they exist.
“No.”
She doesn’t bother looking back at Bette as she leaves—she doesn't think she would be able to walk away if she did. If her eyes sting, then it’s because of the biting wind. If her chest and gut hurt, twisting and churning and aching, then it’s just because of her stomach cramps.
Tina goes home, takes a hot bath, and goes to bed with the intention of banishing the night’s events from her mind forever.
She throws away her ruined panties.
She rebraids her hair, tucking in the strands of gold that had been pulled free of the plaits.
And she absolutely, most definitely, did not lie awake for the rest of the night with the image of Bette’s fond expression suffocating her mind.
The pair will meet again, and neither will have any ounce of complaint when they do.