[Vampire Vinyl & Anon] An Enthralling Life

>"No, no, no — absolutely not!"
>"Aw but c'mon 'Tavi, just once! He's only ever done it with me, he's never done it with someone normal!"
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are currently caught in the middle of a pretty big disagreement between Vinyl, and her roommate... wait no, her uh... shit, what did Vinyl call it? Something with a 't'?
>"I don't care if he's done it with you or not! That's completely irrelevant! I don't care what he is now, there's no way in the world that I'm letting *two* people do this to me. You alone are more than enough!"
>"Daw, I'm flattered."
>Blushing, Octavia crosses her arms and looks away from Vinyl with a 'hmph!', glaring at the wall.
>You raise a brow at Vinyl, who gives you a reassuring nod.
>Quietly, she mouths the words: 'I got this."
>Why she did that instead of just directly communicating with you, you don't know. She'd been opening the line you two now share to talk about pretty much everything ever since the change.
>"Octavia..." she says, carefully walking up to the angry cellist, "come on 'Tavi, don't be like that. Just a little. Just so he knows what it's like. I promise you'll only have to do it with me, and me only, from then on out."
>Octavia stays silent and scowls at her, prompting Vinyl to pull her shades off and give her the most pathetic puppy dog look you've ever seen.
>It's always very unsettling how effective it is. Even now you feel your knees getting weak.
>Of course, Octavia tries to resist. She puts up a better fight than you ever could, but she can't look away from it. You can see the lines of defenses falling fast.
>She holds out for about 5 seconds, before her shoulders slump as she lets out a sigh of defeat.
>When Vinyl hears and sees this, she ends the look and smiles.
>Octavia droops her head and grumbles something along the lines of "... her and that damn look", and "... swear she doesn't know the meaning of the word 'no'"
>With an indignant look, she looks back up Octavia with an indignant look.
>"Fine. You win. But we're only doing this only once, got it?"
>Vinyl looks like she's about to explode with excitement. She's practically shaking with glee. Like she just finished up one of her new songs.
>"Awesome! You're the best, 'Tavi, and yes, I promise — only one time! Alright Anon, this is going to be rad! You're gonna love this!"
>You eye Octavia suspiciously, feeling a small bit of guilt. She meets your look with a half-hearted smile, like she knows what you're feeling.
>"I suppose it won't be that bad. You don't look like you'd be rough with it like Vinyl is."
>Vinyl is now dancing with boundless energy in the living room.
>"Come on guys, let's do this!"
>Octavia gives you a look which says it all: this is the shit I have to put up with.
>You know that look all too well. Or you did. Not anymore though, since you have no reflection.
>Still wouldn't trade it for the world.
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>"Alright, Nonny. Just get up in there like you do with me!"
>"Yes, but please, do take it slowly. I'm not as... durable as Vinyl is."
"Of course. I'll be as gentle as I possibly can."
>With as un-threatening and careful of a posture as you can manage, you make your way up to Octavia, who immediately closes her eyes and tilts her head.
>Only the eyes of what you are can see them, but you do see them.
>The same marks you have. The same marks Vinyl has.
>They usually heal fade away within 30 minutes after the deed is done, but very faint traces remain. Faint enough to where a normal human can't see them.
>But then you aren't a normal human, or a human at all anymore for that matter, are you?
>Glancing over at Vinyl, she gives you a nod, and watches the scene with barely contained enthusiasm.
>Octavia is biting her lip, waiting. A small bead of sweat trails down her forehead, giving you pause.
>Yeah, you are kind of having second thoughts about this. With Vinyl, you know if you go too far, she'll just heal whatever you do away and be fine within 5 minutes or so. But Octavia isn't Vinyl.
>You glance at Vinyl again, making your doubts known, to which she rolls her eyes and casually waves her hand in a way that says 'get on with it.'
>Slowly turning your head back to Octavia, you eye the marks on her neck again, and figure that if Vinyl of all people can do it and not get carried away, surely you can do it too.
>And with that, you remove all doubts from your mind with just two words:
"Fuck it."
>Like a falcon swooping in for the kill, you latch onto her neck.
>On cue, she instantly tenses up and lets out a low moan as your canines make their way into her flesh. You are met with instant gratification; her blood seems to come alive and jump into your mouth as you eagerly suck at the wound.
>"Ungh... God Anon, I said be gentle," she whispers, but doesn't move away from you; instead she does the opposite, pressing herself closer to you and tilting her head to the side even further.
>Seems that Vinyl was telling the truth. As strange as it sounds, Octavia is enjoying this just as much as you and Vinyl enjoy it when you do it to each other.
>This is way different than when you do it with Vinyl though.
>With Octavia, it's like something else entirely.
>The blood slithers its way into the pit of your stomach, where it ignites a raging inferno inside your very soul.
>From this inferno, a warmth slowly inches its way through the veins of your cold, pale arms.
>The warmth spreads through your body, giving you Déjà vu of when you were still a regular, mortal human.
>It breaths energy and life into your dead heart, literally — you can feel it beat for the first time since the transformation, all those months ago.
>The pleasure is so great that it almost makes you stop so that you can lay down and let it wash over you. Let it drown you.
>Intoxicating.
>You lose yourself in the moment, the small trickle of blood to you feeling like a red ocean of the most finest wine ever produced by humanity.
>However, just as soon as you start to get greedy and suck with more force, Vinyl grabs you by your shoulders and forces you to disengage.
>"Alright, that's enough. A human can't take it as well as one of us can, Anon," she says with a grin.
>The drunken euphoria starts to subside, fading away into nothingness, but the awesome fire inside your body remains burning with the force of a wildfire. Your heart also still beats, albeit far slower than a healthy human's would. Still feels pretty nice though.
>You involuntarily shake, and then nearly do a double take when you see Octavia laying in a sweaty heap on the floor; blood trails down her neck from the already healing wounds.
>Vinyl looks down at her with mild amusement, shaking her head.
>"Every time."
>She doesn't look too concerned about it, and you trust her, but still you have to ask:
"Is she going to be okay?"
>Vinyl chuckles and gives you a peck on the cheek, opening the line with you as she does so.
>You can feel a familiar pressure in the front of your head, and her voice reverberates throughout your skull in an odd, but pleasant feeling, as it always is.
>"Take a look at her and you tell me if she'll be fine."
>You comply, and your mouth falls open at the sight before you.
>Octavia has snaked her hand down the front of her pants and is now feverishly doing the deed in front of you. Her eyes are closed with her flushed face contorted in a mask of orgasmic bliss.
>It's quite shocking to you, what with the elegance and nobility she always carries with her.
>Vinyl laughs at your reaction, then bends down and gently strokes her hair.
>Her touch makes Octavia squirm with delight and let out a quiet moan.
>You open the line with Vinyl and send your message through:
"Jesus. She actually does this every time you do it?"
>"Yep. Told ya Anon, Vampire thralls are usually pretty happy fellas. I guess you could say it's a pretty ENTHRALLING life."
"... Vinyl for fuck's sake."