Blood Contract

“Oh Anon! Would you come here, please?” You perked up at the sound of the voice, closed the book you were reading, and followed the sound to its source. It had come from the library, as it often did. You stepped into the room, lined from wall to wall with tall bookcases, each filled with dusty old tomes, to find the person who’d called you, a small girl in a frilly red dress.

“Yes, Mistress Rose?” You greeted her humbly, as is expected of a servant, “What may I do for you?”

 Her bright red eyes sparkled like rubies when she spotted you, and she smiled, flashing a pair of tiny fangs. “I need a book up there,” she explained pointing to the bookcases, “but I can’t reach it. Would you get it down for me? Please?”

“Of course, Mistress Rose.” You grab the nearest step stool and browse the top shelf, grabbing the book that the little vampire had asked for. “Hard at work studying, Mistress?” You asked her.

“Mm-hm!” She replied, cheerfully nodding her head, “Mama says a woman of my station needs to have a proper education!”

Her enthusiasm brought a smile to your face, and you gave her a quick pat on the head, smoothing out her long black hair, marveling at how the dark locks contrasted with her milky white skin. The first time you saw her, you thought she looked like some kind of porcelain doll. Indeed it would have been easy to mistake her for one, were it not for one thing. She had an enormous pair of breasts that could even make a holstaur green with envy, and they seemed to bounce and sway with every move she made. It was clear to see that her dress had been custom made to accommodate her generous chest, but at times even it seemed to be in danger of exposing it to the world.

She giggled at your attentions, bringing you back to the moment, and returned your affection by wrapping her arms around your waist in a hug. This had the side-effect of mashing her breasts directly against your crotch. You respond by placing your hand on her shoulder, lightly pushing her back. “Mistress Rose, your book?” you reminded her. She pouted at you breaking her hug, but brightened right back up when you handed her the tome. She eagerly carried it back to the reading table, cracked it open, and began reading. Satisfied that you’d fulfilled your duty for now, you proceeded to head back to your own quarters.

“You know, you don’t have to go right now,” she spoke up, just as you reached for the doorknob, “You could stay for a little longer. I like having company.”

“I’m afraid I have other duties to attend to, Mistress Rose,” You refused her as softly as possible, “Besides, you need to concentrate on your studies. Don’t worry, I’ll be back before long to bring you your snack.”

“Alright… Promise you’ll be back?”

“Of course, Mistress.” With that, you left the library, closing the door behind you. Her clinginess hardly surprised you. None of the other servants entered this wing of the castle. To your knowledge, you were the only human she’d ever met.

 You heard the grandfather clock strike 12 midnight. That meant you had at least an hour before you needed to bring Rose her snack. You returned to your quarters, a humble room furnished only with a desk, chair, bed, a lamp, and a small chest of drawers for your clothes. You picked up the book you’d been reading, a book on ancient vampiric law. You took a moment to shoot an angry glare at a stack of dusty, yellowed papers sitting on your desk, for they were the documents that had shackled you to this castle and forced you into servitude.

It was a contract, drawn up by Rose’s mother, Cassandra, signed in blood by your great- great- great- great- great- great-grandfather. In return of a small sum of her treasure, your ancestor had given her rights to any one of his living descendants as a temporary servant. A group of undead, backed up by a squad of tanuki lawyers had shown up at your house one day, shoved this contract in your face, and dragged you off to Cassandra’s castle, where she’d assigned you to serve her daughter. Since then you’d been studying law, modern and ancient, looking for some way to annul the contract. So far you’d had no success, at this rate the term of the contract would be up before you managed to take it to court, but at least you could say you put up a fight.

You continued studying for a while until you heard the clock strike one. It was time to prepare Rose’s mid-morning snack. Even though vampires sustained themselves with blood, they still seemed to enjoy human cuisine in small portions. You went to the kitchen, grabbing a perfectly ripened orange from the pantry, Rose’s favorite. Slicing it and placing it on a plate, you return to the library. Rose’s eyes light up when she sees you open the door, even more so when you wordlessly place the plate of orange slices on her reading table.

She eagerly, but elegantly consumed the oranges, cleaning each rind of its juicy flesh. “Mmm, it’s delicious. Thank you, Anon.” She expressed her gratitude between bites. In just a few minutes she’d finished her plate, leaving only a small pile of rinds. “That was good, but…” she hesitates, shifting in her seat, “I’m still hungry… Would you-”

Before she finishes, you kneel in front of her, undo the top button on your dress shirt, and pull your shirt collar to the side, giving her access to your neck. “Thank you,” she says meekly, “I’m sorry to make you do this each night, but you’re much sweeter than the blood packs.” It was a strange compliment, but you took it in stride.

She slowly closed the gap between you and you tilted your head to the side, allowing her to feed. You winced as you felt the pinch of her fangs piercing your flesh. This pain was short-lived, quickly replaced by euphoria as her fangs retracted, and she tenderly lapped at the two punctures. No matter how many times she fed from you, it was a struggle to maintain your composure, as the vampiric aphrodisiac seeped into your bloodstream. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from groaning during the process. Rose seemed to be going through much the same thing, as you often heard her letting out small gasps and moans as she gently licked at you neck, her soft breasts swaying just below your face.

After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth from your neck, gave your wounds a light kiss, and even applied bandages to each of them to stop the bleeding. “There, all better!” she announced proudly, admiring her first aid skills. You tried to rise to your feet, but stopped when Rose put her hands on either side of your face, her bright red eyes peering into yours. “Thank you, again,” she said, a bright pink blush creeping across her pale cheeks, her voice light and airy “I know I should be satisfied with just the blood packs, but you’re just so sweet. So sweet…” She closed her eyes, and pursed her lips, slowly leaning towards you, and in your lust addled state, you were in no position to refuse her.

The moment was shattered however, by the loud creaking of a door. Someone had entered the castle wing, and their voice was a dead giveaway to their identity. “Yoo-hoo! Where is my precious little girl?”

Rose immediately snapped out of her trance when she heard Cassandra’s voice. “Mama!” she cried as she ran to greet her mother. You took a moment to button your shirt and breathe a sigh of relief. That was a close one. When Cassandra put Rose in your care, she gave you two ironclad rules. The first was that you never tarnish her daughter’s purity. The second was that you never let her leave this wing of the castle. The first, you could understand, but you were never sure about the second. Perhaps she was just being overprotective.

After making sure you looked presentable, you entered the hallway to see Rose hugging her mother. Curiously, Cassandra didn’t share Rose’s unique physique. She was almost twice her daughter’s height, and boasted a rounded hourglass figure. She certainly looked the way you’d pictured a vampire, even if it was a fetishization of it, with a form hugging black dress clung to her curves, standing out against her red cape. Long wavy blonde locks spilled over her shoulders, a stark contrast to her daughters perfectly straight black hair. One feature they did share was stunning red eyes, but where Rose’s were large and soft, Cassandra’s were sharp and piercing, as though she were staring into your very soul.

“Hello Anon,” She greeted you in her usual arrogant tone, “How has my little Rose been tonight? Has she kept up with her studies?”

“Yes, Mistress Cassandra,” as much as you loathed speaking with her, you kept you composure. You’d made the mistake mouthing off to her the first few nights, and that was not a mistake you were eager to repeat.

“Why that’s very good, Rose! You make mommy so proud!” She praised her daughter by hugging her and stroking her hair, much to Rose’s glee. “Why don’t you run off to the library? I’d like to see what you’ve been reading tonight. I’ll be along after I have a word with Anon.”

Eager to please her mother, Rose rushed to the library, leaving you alone with Cassandra. “You stink of arousal,” she accused, her voice as cold as ice, “I trust you haven’t forgotten my rules?”

“No, Mistress Cassandra.”

“But she’s been feeding from you, hasn’t she?” She yanks the collar of your shirt to the side, exposing the wounds that Rose had bandaged. “I know how you humans get during a feeding. I don’t want some lustful beast attacking my sweet little girl. If anything were to happen to her,” she placed her palm flat on your neck, and you felt a sharp chill run through your body, as though your blood were about to freeze, “I just don’t think I could be held responsible for my actions. You’re certain you can endure her feedings?”

“Yes, Mistress Cassandra.”

“See that you do.” Having delivered her icy warning, Cassandra retired to the library where her daughter excitedly told her about everything she’d learned that day. It’s a sight that would have warmed your heart if Cassandra hadn’t chilled your blood just moments ago. If there was anything positive you could say about the older vampire, it’s that she loved her daughter a great deal. Every night, she visited this wing of the castle to speak with Rose. Unfortunately this also meant you had to undergo her interrogations each night.

An hour later, the two vampires emerged from the library, Rose holding her mother’s hand as they walked to the door. Cassandra knelt down and gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead before wishing her a good night, and retiring back to the central portion of the castle. For a while, Rose stood unmoving, staring at the door her mother had passed through, before turning back to you.

“Anon! Let’s watch a movie together!” She said, grabbing your hand, and leading you to the living room. It was a cozy room, equipped with a couch, fireplace, and even a large television. For a castle, the place was surprisingly modern.

Rose sat next to you on the couch, and absentmindedly flipped through channels, looking for something to entertain the two of you. She settled on some romantic comedy, nothing special, but enough to pass the time. For a few minutes you were both content to watch the movie until Rose broke the silence. “I wish you and Mama got along better,” she said, her voice devoid of its typical cheer.

It was unusual for her to act so serious. “Well, Mistress Cassandra and I have our differences, but-”

“I know about the contract. I know Mama’s forcing you to be here. Is that why you don’t like her?” Her voice had started cracking, and her eyes seemed misty and distressed as she talked. “I also know you’re trying to annul the contract. What’ll you do if you win? Are you going to leave? Do you not like spending time with me? Is that why you want to leave me?” Tears had welled up in her eyes, and she was having trouble speaking through her sobs. “Please! Don’t leave! I don’t want you to go!” she wailed, wrapping her arms around you, as if she were afraid you’d disappear any moment. She buried her head in your side, sobbing into your shirt, staining it with tears.

She did have a point. You’d been so focused on regaining your freedom that you hadn’t even considered what you’d do when you got it. You certainly didn’t hold Rose at fault for any of this. Her mother, sure, but Rose was probably the only thing that had kept you sane during your stay.

In an attempt to calm her down, you patted her head and stroked her hair as you spoke to her. “Mistress Cassandra and I don’t get along very well, that’s no secret, but that’s not your fault, Mistress Rose. If anything, you’re the only reason I have to stay. Even if I get out of the contract, I’d still come to visit, with Mistress Cassandra’s blessing. I’ll say this though. If I have to be a servant, I’m glad I’m yours.”

Her sobs slowly died down, and she looked up at you with puffy, tear-soaked eyes.  “Really? You mean it?” she asked as her breathing became more level. You nodded, which brought a smile to her face. She used a hand to wipe away her tears and hugged you tightly, this time full of joy. “I’m glad you’re my servant, too.”

You spent the rest of the time calmly watching what was left of the movie, idly stroking Rose’s hair. By the end of the movie you heard a light snoring. Rose had fallen asleep, resting her head on your side.

As gently as you could, so as not to wake her, you got up from the couch and picked her up, hooking one arm under her legs, the other behind her back. Having secured the busty little vampire, you brought her to her bedroom, and laid her down on her large, soft bed.

As you were tucking her in, she began to stir, looking at you with sleepy eyes. “You’re still here,” she said with a smile, cupping one of your cheeks with her hands, as if to make sure you were real. You continued tucking her into bed, telling her you’d be here to wake her up tomorrow morning. “Goodnight, Anon,” She yawned, settling into bed.

“Sleep well, Mistress Rose,” you told her before walking back to the hall, closing the door behind you.