A Pact Woven in Blood

Hey, MrDawnFluffles here with another short story! This one's got bisexual vampires.

Anyways, enjoy!

CW: Vampires, Genital Swap

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I crawled from the smoking wreckage, my head throbbing. "Fuck, Leah." I'd absolutely totalled my car, and in the middle of the woods, no less.

The trees crowded around me, clogging the air with their dense presence. I checked the cell reception. No luck.

Leaning against a sturdy trunk, I rubbed my eyes. "You've really done it this time, you useless, piece of..." I slapped my cheek. Focus up, Leah.

There was no sense in bashing myself. If I wanted to make it out alive, I'd need my wits intact. I opened the trunk of my car, the only part still in one piece, and grabbed my emergency kit. I tossed it open, only to find a six-pack of beers with a note stapled to them.

For emergencies only, Leah! it read, my past blasé attitude biting me in the ass.

"Well that's just the cherry on the cake made of dogshit."

No wonder you got fired. You need to shape up.

The caw of a crow snapped me out of my own thoughts, and I realised a fog had settled over the ground, obscuring every inch, save a path.

Was that there before? I wasn't sure, but I pressed onwards regardless. My head was killing me, but the only painkillers I had were of the alcoholic kind, so I bit my tongue and stowed my complaints. I followed the path through the fog, straight, between the shedding trees whose branches curled outwards, beckoning me into their depths.

Eventually, the trees cleared, revealing the darkened sky again. I emerged from between the branches, the valley below slowly coming into view. The fog clung to the cliffs, obscuring the base of the valley in shadow, but one thing was clear: something was down there. Towers and parapets struck out at random from the fog, hundreds of meters from each other, reaching like spears trying to bleed the sky. The town sat in silence beneath the fog, a single light not to be found.

I found myself approaching it, the relief at finding some form of life out on a road trip in the middle of Slovenia clearing my worried mind.

I crawled down the cliffs, hands steady, the entire journey only taking a few minutes. As I reached the bottom, I looked up, my wrecked car still visible. But it hadn't been in sight before... had it?

I was tired. Things would make more sense in the morning. I walked up to the great walls surrounding the town to find the portcullis open, letting the fog roll into the village.

I walked through gate after gate, down road after road, with no sign of life granting me comfort from the seeping cold, until I finally reached the steps of the town's heart. My journey had been long and winding, and my feet were aching, though the moon overhead was still visible. The castle dominated the landscape so utterly, creeping upwards into the sky where the fog eclipsed it into darkness.

I pinched my cheek, hoping the adrenaline would help me conquer my stupor. The doors to the keep were massive, stretching a hundred feet into the air, though when I reached up, the knocker was within reach.

I slammed it into the door, and as the sound rang out the door creaked open. Firelight beckoned from inside, so in I went. The cold had seeped into my bones without me noticing, and I took a breath, rubbing my hands together.

The massive hall stretched upwards forever, reaching its peak with an enormous unlit chandelier. The hearth cried out from one side of the room, flanked by wooden doors of a much more reasonable size, though they were still larger than most.

A woolen rug engulfed my feet, and I gazed up the vast stairwell that ran up to a balcony. As my eyes adjusted to the light inside, I realized there was someone there, on the balcony, watching me.

"Excuse me!" I called out. "I'm sorry for inviting myself in, but my car broke down. Can I stay here overnight and get a ride into town tomorrow? I'll pay you back." My words echoed back at me, my voice wavering.

The figure stepped down the stairs carefully, heels clicking beneath their feet until they reached the edge of the fire's embrace.

"Welcome, my dear," the woman said. Her dripping voice made my knees weak, but I caught myself on an armchair I hadn't noticed until then.

As she made the rest of the way down the stairs, I realized how tall she was. Easily six feet, she towered over me. I only came up to her tits. And what tits they were... I couldn't help but ogle at her curves, the shape of her thighs pulled tight beneath her black dress.

"Uhh... hi," I said, the words a struggle to get past my sluggish tongue.

"Welcome to my domain."

"Yeah, sorry, again. Do you mind if I stay here?"

"No, but you won't be leaving in the morning."

"What? But I've got..."

She smiled, and something felt off about it. Her eyes made me want to run, but her body... wow.

I watched as she stepped closer, placing a hand on my cheek.

"Do you have any last words?"

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Are you a serial killer or something?"

"What? No." She backed off. "Are you not afraid of me?"

"Why would I be afraid?"

"I'm a vampire." She bared her teeth, showing off the pointed fangs.

"That's what it was. I knew your smile was weird. I just figured you don't get out much."

"Jesus Christ." She took a breath and straightened her dress, hunger creeping back into the edge of her gaze. "Now that that's sorted, do you have any last words?"

"You're gonna drink my blood?"

Her intimidation fell again. "Yes."

"Do you burn in the sun?"

"Yes."

"Garlic?"

"Burns."

"Crosses?"

"Religious propaganda."

"Hmm."

"Hmm? What do you mean 'hmm?'"

"I just don't know what to make of it."

"Okay, are there any more questions, or can we get to the good part?"

"No, I think you can eat me now."

"What?" she shook her head. "Okay. Always nice when they don't fight..." She leaned in, her fangs approaching my neck.

"Do you miss the sunset?"

She threw her hands in the air. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with her?"

Another voice, this one deeper, more masculine, answered. "You could let her go."

"What the fuck are you talking about? She's too..." she turned to me, raising an eyebrow. "You're really not scared."

"I thought that was clear."

"Hmm."

"Now look who's saying 'hmm.'"

"Shut up while the grown-ups are talking." She turned away, stroking her chin.

"Do you guys mind not eating me, actually?"

"Your master said silence!" the man's voice cried, echoing from all around.

"It's okay, Dimitrij. This might be interesting." She turned back towards me, the fire echoing in her gaze. "Speak."

"It's just... this is the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. Plus, you're hot. I guess if I had to go out, I wouldn't mind doing so looking at your tits."

"The nerve-"

"Shh," she hissed. "You're flirting with me? After I threatened to suck your blood?"

"I'm sure there are worse ways to go."

"I must say I'm surprised. Judging by your outfit and lack of grace, I pegged you for a heterosexual."

"I'm bi."

"Well, that certainly explains it. Dimitrij," she said, snapping her fingers. A shadow dropped down from somewhere up above, the cape sloughing away to reveal a muscular man in a tuxedo. His cheeks were decorated with black tattoos resembling runes, and his white hair was neatly combed.

"Yes, my lady?"

"Prepare her for me."

"Of course."

As she turned away and up the stairs, he tore away my clothes in an instant, leaving my entire body bare. The warmth from the fire on my skin was not unwelcome, but his gaze was.

"Hey! That was a fifteen dollar bra!"

"Hush, child." He wrapped me in white fabrics and silks, his gentle touch bringing warmth to my body more than the fire could.

He did a final twirl and dusted his shoulder. "You've outdone yourself this time, Dimitrij," he said, admiring his own handiwork. The gown pushed my breasts up, showing off my skin to the world.

"Shouldn't I shave or something?" I rubbed my arms, the thick hair more present in my mind than ever.

"She cares not. I have prepared you exactly how she likes." He licked his lips. "I must say, she and I share quite a few tastes."

"Are you flirting with me now?"

"If you have the stamina, you will find out. Now, off to her." He shooed me up the stairs and guided me into a huge bedroom. The wall opposite of the bed revealed an immense window overlooking the valley, the desolate and bleak landscape stretching out into forever.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she said, her black dress swaying. She mirrored me, my white silk the only holdout against the oppressive darkness all around.

She stepped closer to me, looking down with all of her staggering height. "He did an excellent job."

"Do I get to have some fun with him after we're done?"

"Darling, a single vampire is more than a mortal can handle. But I suppose, if you prove yourself, he can join us."

"I do like a challenge. I once went five times in one night with two different men."

She laughed. "You are not hopeless, it would seem, but you are woefully unprepared." She stroked my arm, her nail biting into my shoulder. "Your beauty eclipses the sun. I am ashamed I thought to eat you before..."

"You're not going to, now?"

"That remains to be seen."

"So... what do I have to do so I can live?"

"Impress me. I have been rather bored since the last morsel who wasn't repugnant came through."

Her fingers traced the outline of my face, resting on my jaw. She craned my neck, pulling me upward into a kiss. The feeling of her fangs against my tongue was fascinating, the sensation making me moan.

She pulled away, a thin line of drool stretching from her mouth to mine. "Let's see how well you know your stuff."

She carried me over to the bed and affixed my hands to the bed frame, leaving me unable to escape her grasp. I could writhe, but not much more.

She squeezed my tits through the fabric, withdrawing another moan from my lips, and eventually, she pulled off her dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Her massive breasts hung against her chest, her nipples standing at attention. My gaze travelled down her body until I reached her beautiful vag- penis?

I furrowed my brow. "Oh, so you're a-"

"Yes. Will that be a problem?"

"No. It makes you a lot less intimidating. Cocks are easy to please."

She smiled. "Then I bid you good luck." She took her flaccid dick in one hand, the beast hanging limply. I realized after a moment that it had the same tattoos as the man.

Even soft, she had an impressive size. I opened my mouth, ready and eager to please.

"Beg."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Oh, so you like it that way, huh? Alright." I softened my gaze. "Mommy, will you please let me suck your cock? I'm so hungry, please... you're the only thing that can satisfy me."

"Not so disingenuously."

I sighed. "Worth a shot, but I guess you've had prostitutes before."

"Something like that. Now, try again."

I gazed at her cock, the uncircumcised creature hanging sadly. I pictured it growing, hardening until it was ready to ravage me.

"Please," I moaned. "I want it. Please... I'm so fucking wet."

She slid a finger beneath my dress, rubbing along my slit for a moment. "So it would seem. That was adequate."

She kneeled over me, pulling down my dress to reveal my tits. She flopped her cock between them, the thick slab of meat resting on my chest. It hardened slowly, stretching between my boobs until it caressed my chin. I craned my neck, stretching out my tongue to lap at her head, pulling a moan from her gated lips. As it reached full mast, the head poked out to greet my tongue.

"Mmm, you are good."

She thrust her hips, sliding her cock up and down my chest, until I managed to latch onto it, sucking the entire head into my mouth. I felt like a chipmunk, the way her dick filled me up, but it wasn't a bad feeling. I felt strangely safe, her balls resting on my sternum, her thighs on either side of my torso. Her warmth sent the goosebumps along my skin away, allowing me to give in to her touch.

She pulled her cock from my mouth and slapped it down across my face, slathering me in my own drool. "Time to get serious."

"Darling, I feel somewhat conflicted." The man appeared again, making me jump.

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it kind of coercive if we threaten to eat her if she doesn't please us?"

"Well, look at you, Mr. Morality all of a sudden," I said. A smile crept across her lips and she returned her gaze to him.

"We have standards. Murder, sure, we must eat. But rape? I think not."

She slapped me with her cock again. "How about this: I will not eat you. If you wish to leave, I will simply wipe your memory and let you go."

I licked the underside of her cock. "But... I don't want to go. Wait... can you enter a residence without asking?"

"That's enough of that." Dimitrij sighed as the woman shoved her cock back into my mouth, and started moving slowly, the base of her dick between my tits. I tongued circles around her glans, forcing her to thrust faster and into my throat.

She pushed deeper, past my barriers, making me gag with each thrust. She put her hands on the back of my head and sheathed her sword in my throat. I went cross-eyed as her pubic hair slammed into my face, her balls hanging on my chin.

"If you change your mind, feel free to let me know," Dimitrij said, disappearing into the darkness.

She moaned as I straddled her cock with my throat. She pulled out, resting her cock on my tongue. I kept tracing circles on her head as she breathed; her dazzling red sclera and white pupils staring down at me. "Were your eyes always like that?" I asked, my words muffled around her cock.

"You have the curiosity of a cat. And you know what happens to kittens when they venture into a predator's den..."

She fell on top of me, resting her breasts against mine and running her tongue along my face. One of her fangs ran along my cheekbone, but I didn't pull away. If she wanted my blood, she could have it. I felt high in her presence.

She stuck her tongue into my mouth, moaning her saliva into mine, then she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You are an interesting specimen, my dear. Tell me, what is your name?"

"Leah, ma'am."

"I am Lady Danijela Časič."

"And the other one was..."

"Lord Dimitrij Časič. My husband."

"He doesn't care that I'm stealing his wife?"

"He knows that he is mine. But be careful with your words, my dear, or you will regret being so bold."

"And what'll you do to me if I say that he won't stand a chance? That he's probably got a small dick that doesn't satisfy you?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

The shadows unfurled again, revealing Lord Dimitrij in the corner. His sharp jawline made my stomach ache with need. He's really hot.

He doffed his cloak; the fabric falling to the ground, revealing a muscled torso covered in the same black runic tattoos as his face.

He walked over, his eyes ablaze with a furious lust. He looked to her, and she nodded.

He tossed his pants away, leaving himself completely bare. The tattoos went all the way down... to his vagina?

"You're both-"

"I was born a woman, he a man. But through magic..." she waved her fingers, and their genitals grew illusory. "...we have switched. Unfortunately, we both like being on top."

He bowed his head as she pulled the rest of the fabrics from my body and laid her huge cock on my stomach. He climbed over my face, his hairy pussy dripping.

I was so wet already that the head of her cock slid in with little effort, though she was thick enough to cause me discomfort. Her husband sat down on my face, burying me in his groin, his vagina enveloping my face. I searched around until I found his clit and tongued at it gently while Lady Danijela slowly made her way further inside me.

I could hear them kissing over me as they used me, Lord Dimitrij rocking back and forth on my face. I wrapped my legs around Lady Danijela as she reached about half way, and I forbade her from leaving. The warmth that surrounded me as these two beings stole their pleasure from me filled my stomach with joy and belonging.

Her cock pulsed, sending shockwaves through my body as I ran my tongue along Lord Dimitrij's g-spot. He ran a fingernail across my throat, scratching me from my chin to my breasts. Another pair of hands grabbed onto my tits, and Lady Danijela's hips met mine as she sucked on my left nipple.

My consciousness floated away as they engulfed me in flesh. I felt both of them rocking back and forth, again and again, drawing me infinitely to the edge of orgasm... so close... before she pulled out and slapped her cock onto my stomach.

"No..." I moaned. "Please let me cum..."

"Not yet, my dear," she said as she climbed over top of me. Dimitrij's pussy was still above my face as she slid her cock into him. He moaned, bringing his fingers down to his clit.

She fucked him over my face, their juices spraying down. I reached up, but my arms were still tied, leaving me grasping for their touch once more. Danijela put her knee on my chest, between my tits, and I moaned into her weight. Even the flesh of her knee was soft and delightful. I stared up Dimitrij's back; the sweat dripping down, tracing the black ink all the way down to his wife's cock.

She grabbed the back of my head and thrust it into her balls, grinding her sack across my face as she fucked her husband with all her might. The three of us were a pile of moaning and grunting, though I was still left out to dry.

After a few more minutes, I heard him gasp, and he squirted all over her cock, his cum dripping down onto me.

As she pulled out, he stepped out of bed, stretching his arms. "It's my turn, darling."

"But I'm not done."

"Please... just fuck me..." I moaned, the desperation in my loins making me willing to do pretty much anything.

Her eyes twinkled, and she whispered into his ear, causing a wicked smile to part his lips. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I think it's time we finally tried it."

He kissed her neck and backed away. "Do it."

She uttered an incantation that made my mind stutter. She brought his hand to her lips and withdrew a drop of blood, spitting it into her own hand and weaving it into a tapestry of floating liquid. The fabric of reality shifted around me as Dimitrij's pussy disappeared, replaced with an identical cock to the one she still sported.

The two huge tattooed dicks stared me down, and I whimpered. But the fact that I was tied up made me so horny, thinking about how these two, practically strangers, could do whatever they wanted to me.

He climbed between my legs, positioning himself over my pussy while she slapped her cock down between my tits. She slathered his pussy juices all over my chest, her cock poking up like a gopher to peck me in the face.

As he shoved his cock into me, I gasped, and Danijela used the opportunity to clog my mouth with her cock.

They worked me from both sides, slowly inching deeper until I could stick my tongue out and taste Danijela's balls, while her husband's hit my ass. I bobbed my head, suckling on her dick, and I tensed up my pussy to milk Dimitrij.

"Oh, fuck, she's tight. How long can you hold this, darling?"

"Long enough to choke her out." She leaned into me, putting her weight onto my face and humping my throat with all her might. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, and she grunted as she went.

Dimitrij moaned from below, having his way with my pussy, as his hands wandered up to massage my breasts. My eyes unfocused, the pleasure of being railed overtaking my mind. I gagged with each thrust as Danijela speared my throat, and Dimitrij leaned in to suck on my nipple. I could feel his sharp fangs trace over my hesitant flesh, but as his tongue wetted my areola, I couldn't help but moan, further coaxing his wife's cock down my throat.