The Last Hour

23rd hour of the Last day. 1 hour remains.
At the stroke of midnight on the night of the full moon, she would feed. She would command you into her chamber, have you kneel before her, order you to take off your shirt and spend the entire night feeding on the blood that would come flowing from your neck. Savoring and enjoying every last drop. She would do this until either you passed out or she had claimed to be "full".  You knew she was never truly full, that would have killed you. She dined at least once a week, and she had killed many meals before. Maybe" killed" is the wrong word. They weren't ALIVE but they got up afterwards much easier than you ever did.
Her excuse for keeping you was that you were a particularly fine "vintage". You didn't know what that meant.  Blood is blood, and you weren't some noble lord or royal prince or heroic warrior, those few who you once supposed to be the people with special blood in their veins. She clearly didn't think the same way. She had sucked the life out of your old Lord, she had even spat out the last mouthful in disgust, leaving him as nothing but an undead husk as your village was overtaken by a blanket of never ending night and She took the Lords castle for her own.
She had stood before the village at the beginning of that never ending night, announcing her victory as the lord got back up as nothing but a mindless zombie. Tensions were high, people were scared, and it was then that you made what was the most sensible yet stupid act you ever did in your life. Your brother had always been a figure people looked up to, and when he picked up that stone and moved to throw it you knew the rest would follow his lead. You knew the village would revolt, and you knew that she would turn everyone single man, woman and child into a creature just like the old lord, and you knew, without a doubt in your mind that , you couldn't let that happen.
And it had damned you to your fate. She saw you twisting his wrist, she saw the rock drop from his hand, and she heard the words you had called your brother for trying to challenge her. She saw it, she smiled and she ordered you to come to her. You didn't do what you did out of respect for her ,you did it out of fear. Fear for your brother, for your family, for your entire village. She commended you on your wisdom, she held you up as a example of the best course of action and they all hated you for it. You had saved them all from undeath and they hated you for it. Even your own brothers eyes were filled with contempt. If she had left you their they would have lynched you, you were sure of it.
She didn't leave you there. Instead she took you with her and made you her "Pet". A slave who accompanied her and did everything she wanted. You never questioned her. If she got the slightest bit angry you would soothe her with compliments and sympathy. If she ever mentioned dissatisfaction with something you fixed it or removed it entirely. Worst of all, if she ever hinted at her thirst, you offered yourself. She would reject it every time. You were to be used only for  her  "Special Meal". So you had to bring her a servant. They hated you too, feared you even. You were her Pet but they were just vermin to her, and she would use and dispose of them as she pleased. And despite the shame, the humiliation, and the trial you were getting stronger every passing night. You held yourself higher, you spoke clearly and with authority, you could tell a person's weaknesses just with a glance. You were becoming like HER.

So every full moon for the past year, she would take your blood and your very essence, all. That is why you hated this night.  She would return you to the vermin you once were, and for the next few days you would struggle to exist. She would mock your weakness, your inability to do the tasks you did as an afterthought not a day before, and she would remind you. That was her favorite part, making you remember. Remember the town you "saved" to struggle under her reign, remember  about the people you had fed to her, remember how you are nothing compared to her and how you never will be. Remember how you will only ever be Human.
The clock strikes midnight and the doors open. You walk into the darkness of your Mistress' throne room. It is entirely empty. There is no living thing in the castle on the night of the full moon. She sits on her throne, in robes of the richest crimson. You stand before her. You can feel the dark majesty radiating from her very being. Hunger glares in her eyes. The look of a predator and a monster. One that knows little or nothing of mercy or caring. Something is off, however. There is something else in her eyes that you haven't seen before. Her entire demeanor is cold as always but there is something deep in her eyes. Something like a burning fire.
"Kneel"
You fall on your knees .
"Strip"
You remove your shirt and toss it aside.
"Present yourself"
You crane your head to the right, exposing your neck.
She lifts herself from her throne and slowly makes her way towards you. She circles you and you can see the strange look even more than before. She stops in front of you. No that's wrong, it has to be. She feeds from behind, she likes it when they try to run form her . Your head straightens to look at her better. There she stands, with the same smile she wore the day she took you, and her eyes are a blazing inferno of...something. Something you have never seen in her before.

Her hands make a move to her neck and the clasp of her robes. A faint click is all that accompanies her clothes falling to the floor. She is entirely naked underneath and the moonlight streaming in through the hall's windows radiates off her pale skin. Your eyes widen and your mind utters a thought you would never have associated with her before. For the first time in a year she is not terrifying. She is not cruel.  She is not sadistic or dreadful. She is the pristine moon personified. She is the all the stars of the night sky given form. She is absolutely, unquestionably, awe inspiringly Beautiful!

And she is kneeling with you. You don't remember her getting on her knees. You don't remember her lips pressing against yours. You haven't the faintest idea when you dared to wrestle your tongue with hers and feel her sharps fangs. You don't know where you found the audacity to wrap your arms around her body and pull her against you, but it's happening, your body is moving of its own violation, careless of the consequence. After what seems like hours of embrace the kiss breaks and she, a cold, bloodless, vampire is blushing like a newlywed bride. She isn't cold, however, quite the opposite. You can feel heat coming off her in waves. The dark and terrible majesty had been replaced with a tender, and loving warmth
Her hands reach down and undo your belt as she pulls your pants  down to your knees. Your member reveals itself, eager and ready, and the devious smile returns to your Mistress' face as her eyes look up at you teasingly. She kisses its tip and gives it a long lick along the underside of its length, before taking it into her warm, wet mouth. Her ruby lips slide along your blood filled skin and her fangs tickle the top of your rod. She moves faster and faster, taking you deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her eyes never look away from your own and the burning fire inside them threatens to set your soul aflame. Eventually it all becomes too much and you unleash yourself into her mouth. Your seed bursts into her mouth in waves and she swallows every last drop of it before pulling away and leveling her face with yours.
"And now" She says, licking her lips "Time for the main course.
She kisses you deeply again pushing you down onto your back and falling on top of you. She straddles your waist and rubs her wet slit across your hardening rod. She puts a generous coating of her eagerness onto your crotch before finally lifting herself up, positioning your tip against her pink gates.  She doesn't  move herself down. Instead she rotates her hips around your head, teasing you. You moan and beg but she doesn't move, she just looks at you with her fiery eyes, waiting for the boldness to return.  Your mind or body won't accept it, Waiting isn't an option right now, for either of you. This eternal night can't last forever and you're not losing a second of it to her games, not this time. She gets her wish and with the boldness you never knew you had you grab her by her hips and thrust yourself into your teasing mistress. Her legs buckle and she slams herself back down onto your entirety, forcing you to join her scream of bliss with your own.

She raises herself back up and you pull her back down. You lift her up and she  forces herself onto you. Both of you wanting the sensation to continue but never wanting your bodies to separate. Your hips slapping together and your member penetrating her depths. She moans and screams and touches her body and her eyes never leave your face. You moan back in response looking up and away for a second but she grabs your face and makes you look at her. She wants you to watch her, to be the only thing your mind even conceives. Her fingers glide across her body teasing herself as you use your hands to pound her body furiously against yours. Eventually you feel her body tensing around you. She's reaching her limit and eventually her folds clench your cock in a vice grip as her orgasm rocks both your bodies, and for the first time she looks away from you as she screams her pleasure to the night sky. Suddenly, her face dives towards yours, but instead of the kiss you expected she sinks her fangs deep into the veins of your neck.

It doesn't hurt. Her feeding never hurts. Those who scream are just scared of what she could do to them. That isn't even a afterthought for you right now. There is only her. You can't see her face, you can only feel her. She isn't draining you like she use to. You can feel the blood leaving your body but she is giving something back. You can see your skin turn pale and lifeless but your mind is as quick as ever and your dick is still rock hard as it pounds into your mistress' snatch. All you can think of is her. her beautiful body being ravaged by your scepter. Her noble face expressing her endless want for you. Her fiery eyes smoldering with lust . Her lovely neck. Her pristine, gorgeous, unmarked neck. The audacity from before grips you once again. You can't help yourself as your tongue slides across the skin over to where you can sense the large vein, full of her dark aura instead of crimson  blood. You sink into her with razor sharp fangs you don't remember having and revel in the taste of her very soul as she revels in the taste of yours.

Eventually it all becomes too much. You both drain each other of your energies. Your bodies move on their own and the pleasure is magnificent. Finally you both slam into each other one last time, screaming each other's names to heaven and hell and everywhere in-between. Your pump her womb full of the last seed you would ever produce as a human, and she showers you with all the affection her body can spare. You both collapse, her on top of you, completely and utterly exhausted. You lie locked together and unmoving in both of her throne rooms. No longer as master and servant or man and monster, but as two vampiric lovers. Man and Wife. Lord and Lady.
...
Many years Later
You awaken to your partners soft whisperings
"Wake up, Love. The night is young and we have our duties to attend to." she pleasantly reminds you
Duties. Yes, you have your duties...what were they again? To Her? Yes obviously to her. Your Lady is your everything. Without her you are nothing and she without you,  but what else? A Vampire's mind is not suited for the menial and every day.
"What? You don't remember?" She asks incredulous "Must I remind you again and again?"
That's one thing you loved about your wife. She was always reminding you of all the things you had forgotten during your rests.
"Remember the day we met? When you saved me from that town of brutish humans?
How could you forget the day you met your beloved?
"Remember all the meals we've shared over the years?"
There are as many fine bloods as there are fine wines but her aura was and always would be your favorite.
"Remember how you and I are perfect equals and always will be?"
You were made for her and her for you.
"Remember how you are and always will be my Lord husband?"
You can't think of it being any other way.