Vampire's Thrall (Sayori) (Somewhat Lewder)

There’s a knock at the door, so quiet that it’s nearly lost in the howling of the cold autumn wind. Home alone, I hurry through the darkened house as the knocking repeats with a touch more urgency.

I open the door to find Sayori staring back at me.

“You know you don’t have to knock, right?”

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Anon...that’s not how it works anymore, remember?”

My gut wrenches as I kick myself mentally for forgetting.

“Sorry. Come in, Sayori.”

At my invitation, she steps over the threshold, sighing with relief as she escapes from the elements. I wait for her to remove her shoes and coat, and we slowly make our way up to my room.

“Are your parents out again?”

“Yeah. Business trips. You know me though, I don’t mind.” I turn on the space heater, sadly noting that Sayori probably can’t tell the difference anymore.

“Mmhmm.” Sayori takes a seat on the bed, fiddling with the corner of one of my blankets. Her eyes are sunken and hollow, and I’m taken aback by just how...defeated she looks. “Anon, I...I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Sayori...” I sit next to her, and pull back my sleeve. “We’ve been through this before, right? You just need to...eat something. It’s been almost a month since the last time, right? I should be able to tide you over for a little longer...”

Sayori painfully considers the faint scars on my arm, reminders of her previous feedings. “The hunger’s...getting stronger, Anon. It’s only a matter of time before I hurt someone.” She looks me in the eyes, and the resignation painted on her face nearly breaks my heart. “Your mom...gardens, doesn’t she? There must be some stakes lying around the house...”

“Sayori!” I grab her by the shoulders, trying desperately to keep from following that line of thinking any further. How could she even consider...?

“Anon...” Sayori hangs her head...and grabs my own shoulders, forcing me down onto the bed with inhuman strength. I’m too stunned to move, and as she looms over me, it suddenly occurs to me that my childhood friend might actually be...dangerous.

“Just...drinking the blood isn’t enough anymore, Anon. It’s like...like I’m a cat, I need to take it, to...hunt it down.” She winces with disgust at her own words.


I try to retake control of the conversation. “If that’s how it is...we can go out to a park or something. No one will be around this late, and I can try to run from you, if...if that helps.”

That gets a smile out of her, at least, if only a small one. “Anon, that’s...really nice of you, but...” To my horror, the hollowness in her eyes starts to fill with a strange, manic look. “But it’s more than that. There’s something...inside of me, something I can use to...control people. I don’t want to do that to anyone, but...it wants to be used, it wants to come out...” Her breathing is growing heavier, and she’s still got me pinned to the bed by my arms. “I...I could barely control myself after club yesterday. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the others...imagining Natsuki squirming under me as I bite her...she’s just so cute, isn’t she? Or Yuri, she’s so beautiful, picturing her hypnotized and undoing her shirt to let me at those amazing breasts...mmm, oh, and just think of Monika, you know she’d fight but that would make it sooo much more satisfying to break her...” Sayori trails off, then snaps out of her reverie, a more familiar, frightened expression returning as she releases me. “Anon, please, look what I’m turning into...”

I sit up, and try to muster every bit of determination I have. “If...if that’s what you need, Sayori, then...take me.”

Sayori’s on the verge of tears. “Anon, I knew you’d say that, but...I don’t want to hurt anyone, I don’t want—”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt either, Sayori. Not any of the others. And especially not you.”

“A-anon, you can’t...”

“I trust you Sayori. Whatever you’re becoming...you’ll always be Sayori. You’ll always be my friend.”

“I don’t—I don’t deserve that, Anon.”

I can’t bring myself to argue any further, and sit with silent resolution as Sayori wipes the tears from her eyes.

“Are...are you really sure?” She grips my sleeve to steady herself. “I...I’ve been holding it back for so long. I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself once I let it out.”

“Like I said. I trust you.”

“Anon, I...” Sayori looks away, and lowers her voice to a whisper. “No, I can’t...it wouldn’t be right to say that now.”

“Sayori, what...?”

She meets my eyes and smiles weakly. “It’s nothing, Anon. I’m already at my limit so let’s...go.” Her eyes widen, and she parts her lips wide enough to reveal her fangs.

The lights flicker out, power cut by some unearthly power. Sayori’s eyes glow blue in the darkness, blazing with cold fire. I shiver with a mix of fear and anticipation as I find myself drawn into them. She moves closer, and I realize...I can’t look away. I don’t WANT to look away. I can’t even IMAGINE looking away. I’m a matchstick in a blizzard, and just like that, I feel myself...snuff out.

Sayori pushes gently against my chest, and I fall to the bed, helpless. She pulls her shirt up over her head, and dimly, some part of me realizes that here, even in this terrifying, unthinkable situation, I’m truly seeing her as a woman for the first time. A perfect predator, she crawls on top of me and holds me down.

“No more messing around with your arm, Anon...” I can feel her breath on my skin with every word. “You know what I need, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The words come to my lips unbidden, but feel so, so right. Delight courses through every nerve in my body, and I nearly tear my shirt in my rush to loosen my collar and present my neck.

“Ehehehe~” Sayori’s laugh is familiar, but lacks its usual nervousness. “Mistress, huh? I like it~...but you're such a meanie, Anon, holding back on me like this..." In a single, swift motion, she rips my shirt open, fully exposing my chest. Cool hands run over my exposed skin, and I bite down on my lip to contain my anticipation for what's about to come.

"Mistress, please..." All I can do is offer myself and await her next move, pulse racing. Sayori lowers herself until our faces almost touch, and I can feel the pressure of her ample bosom pressing against me.

"That's a good boy, Anon..." Sayori giggles, lightly caressing my cheek before sliding down towards my neck. "Okay then, time for my drink~"

There's a sharp pain, and some fragment of my survival instinct stirs, only to be drowned out by the cold, icy ecstasy that courses through my veins. I'd thought I was braced for it; when she'd fed from my arms, it was the same--a brief pain, followed by soothing pleasure--but this is on a completely different level.  I squirm, letting out a low moan; Sayori holds me still, and makes a quiet murmur of approval.

I lay there, powerless, as the pleasure wracks my body. She's taking her time, slowly drawing out more blood than ever before, and every effort to maintain control of myself only brings me closer to some unknowable limit, a point of no return I could tip over at any moment. I try to hold myself there, the strain nearly tearing my body and mind apart—until, with a final greedy slurp, Sayori sends me over the edge.

Something inside...crumples, buckling under the force of her will and filling me with the joyous certainty that now I belong to Her. I shiver with satisfaction as Mistress releases me and licks the blood from her lips.

"That's...enough blood for now, Anon...but I'm still hungry for something else...can you guess what that is~?" Mistress runs a finger down my chest, and I can feel her desire flow into me. There's no command, no order, just a...craving, an empty void that NEEDS to be filled. Without hesitation, I use what little volition has returned to my body to shuck off the rest of my clothes while Mistress, devoid of her usual clumsiness, gracefully removes her own. Pale body glowing in the moonlight, she mounts me, bracing herself against my chest. Carefully at first, then with growing insistence, she begins to ride me, slowly losing herself in the exhilaration of her conquest.

I follow her lead, grinding against her as her nails dig into my skin. Between pants and moans, she manages to let out a single word. "Harder." She doesn't need to bother; words are only an echo of her psychic urging, a superfluous command to a servant already devoted to his Mistress's absolute, overwhelming presence. "...Harder!" Purpose surges through me and I obey, thrusting harder as Mistress bucks wildly, neither of us able to stop as we abandon ourselves to passion and, at last, to the absolute bliss of a shared climax. Slowing to a stop, Mistress sighs, falling forward and gathering just enough strength to pull me into a final, bloodstained kiss.

***

I stir to the sound of Mistress pulling the curtains back to block the first rays of early morning sun. She notices me and flashes a tired smile. “Go back to sleep, Anon, I’m just keeping the sun out.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her face falls. “Geez, Anon, cut it out with the ‘Mistress’ stuff, it’s...embarrassing...”

“Yes, Mis—er, Sayori.” My head swims, and a sense of clarity returns, like I’ve woken up a second time.

She takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “I guess I really did it, huh? Made you my...thrall?”

“That’s what they always call it in those books Yuri let me borrow, yeah.”

Sayori fixes her eyes on the floor “I’m...so sorry, Anon, I never meant to...”

Once again, a strange compulsion overtakes me, and I pull her into my arms.

“A-anon!”

“You don’t have to apologize, Sayori.” I give her a gentle squeeze. “And maybe, deep down...I’ve always been your thrall.”

She blushes faintly and looks away. “Ehehehe...Anon, that’s really corny.”

There’s a pause, and another nagging compulsion tugs at my mind. I let it guide me forward as I take Sayori’s chin and bring her lips to my own, the lingering taste of iron giving us each a reminder of the previous night.

After a moment, she breaks away. “Anon, how do you keep...?”

“There’s some kind of...connection that lets me know what you’re feeling. Sorry.”

“...it’s ok.”

“And...I can tell what you wanted to say to me last night.”

Sayori looks up at me, eyes glistening. “Anon, you don’t have to...”

“...I love you too, Mistress.”

Sayori goes as red as her undead body will allow, and buries her head in my shoulder. “Anon, like I said...that’s embarrassing...”

Fin.