Tasteful Visitor

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

The rain beat down, seemingly becoming heavier and heavier each time it struck against the worn stone road Sonja traveled on. Her rain boots, rendered just about completely useless from repeated soaking, splashed endlessly forward as she searched for shelter. Of course it had to rain in the middle of her trek. She was on the way to the next village for her sister's wedding, which she knew was still miles away.

Julia simply had to be the adventurous one who moved to some far-off town and then expects her family to visit her when she suddenly gets engaged. Sonja was only mildly envious of her sister, since she knew finding the right man took longer than 4 months. She found it to be foolish, tying the knot all willy-nilly like that.

I'm probably just annoyed I have to actually leave the house for once, Sonja realized. With her widowed mother sick and her three brothers off in the fields all day, she had to do all the housework. She despised the sudden increase of chores at first, but soon began to enjoy relieving her mother of the burden and getting busy instead of sitting around in the sun like she had all her life before.

Yes, perhaps Sonja needed a little excitement in her life; however, stomping through a rainstorm wasn't what she had in mind when embarking on her journey.

Sonja was so lost in thought that she almost missed the blurred lantern light up ahead. It was off the road, but even that was barely intact anyway, so she hastily veered off to seek the blaze. After a few minutes of sloshing through thick mud, Sonja looked up in disbelief to see a grand mansion, no, a castle in front of her. The downpour ran down its sleek stone walls, which in turn ran up to support large, leaning towers. Or maybe they just seemed to be leaning because of the height.

Great wooden gates greeted Sonja from under an overhang, and thick glass windows stood on either side. Sonja cautiously stepped underneath the ledge and tried to see through the panes, but it seemed curtains were drawn over them from inside.

Does someone actually live here? Sonja wondered in amazement. She decided she needed shelter, intimidating castle or not, so she approached the doors. An engraved knocker hung from the stocky wood, shaped like a gargoyle. The striking detail sent shivers down Sonja's spine as she gripped the ring and banged loudly three times. Then all that remained was the roaring rain and the beat of her heart in her chest.

After about a minute of shivering, and debating on knocking again, Sonja heard what sounded like muffled clinking and sliding, metal against metal, as if someone were undoing a locking mechanism. Then the left part of the heavy wooden door cracked ever so slightly open, revealing only a slim, pale hand with a lantern, the rest of the surrounding area dark.

"Oh, a visitor. Haven't seen one of those in... centuries, it seems." A feminine, slithering voice said as the gate opened wider, revealing a tall, dark-clothed figure. The end of her sentence was said with a tint of humor, and Sonja swore there was a thin smile on the woman's face.

Sonja looked at the person greeting her for a long while before speaking. She had a black lace nightgown adorned on her thin, pale figure, although the details were hard to catch in the poor lighting. Her full lips were a faded pink, maybe even white, and her lashes seemed to flutter each time she blinked. Even the curvature of her nose had an attractive quality. She had deep brown eyes, the kind that pierce your very soul when they gaze at you, and it was at this mental remark that she realized the mysterious woman was waiting for her to speak.

"Oh, uh, hi, um." Sonja shakily started, not sure why she was being so awkward. I suppose I was never good at social interaction in the first place, she thought. "I was traveling along, seeking shelter, and I noticed your... er, castle? It's lovely, by the way." She continued, feeling more like a fool the more words tumbled out. Thunder crackled overhead. The woman broke out into a wide grin, her lips stretching wide but not parting, making the smile more unnatural than not. "What a surprise, that such a fine young lady seeks my assistance in these dark hours of night. My name is Selena, please, come in, it must be so cold out there and we have much to talk about, I'm sure."

The lady then opened the gate a bit wider, gesturing for Sonja to enter with one hand and still holding the lantern in the other. Sonja didn't know how to feel about this person, but decided that nothing too awful could happen, she was just so tired. She cautiously stepped over the threshold into the castle, and the door shut with a final clang behind her.

* * * * *

The interior of the structure was mostly dark, but Selena seemed to know her way, not to mention the lantern she carried illuminated a bit ahead of them. They walked in silence for about a minute, Sonja dripping water on what she could see was a fine, maybe even antique, carpet, when Selena spoke up.

"What is your name, dear?" Her voice was sweet and charming, inviting a pleasant conversation even in the stormy hours of night in the vast castle.

"Sonja. Sonja Irrydis." Sonja replied. Selena smiled, then said "Very beautiful. Do you happen to be married by any chance?" Sonja was taken aback by this sudden inquiry, but for some reason she felt she could trust this strange recluse, and answered with a no. The woman gave a nod, and they continued walking.

They passed through some doorways and eventually came upon some stairs, which they used to ascend up to a hallway before going through a door on the right. Sonja wished she could see more, but it was dark and she was just tired and grateful for some refuge. Selena lit some candles and illuminated the space to reveal an extravagant bedroom.

A rain-stained window with silk curtains looked out over the forest and provided an unobstructed view of the nearest village. A fireplace, which was lit and emitting warmth, had a sofa facing it and a painting of a ship hung over it. Further investigation revealed that more paintings dotted the stone walls, including one next to a large bed at one side of the room. Sonja walked over to the bed and touched the sheets, gasping at how soft and inviting they were.

Selena seemed overjoyed at her fascination. She chuckled and said "I'm glad you appreciate the room. Most of these are unused since my family moved out, but I still keep them nice in case a lost traveler like yourself comes by. I have some dry clothes stored in the drawers over there, if you'd like. I'll take my leave now, but I'll wake you up in the morning for breakfast. Have a good night's sleep." With that, Selena politely left the room, softly shutting the door behind her.

Sonja couldn't believe her luck. Maybe she should stay here forever instead of going to her sister's stupid wedding. Going over to the dresser, she admired the fine craftsmanship and engravings, then opened the top drawer.

Inside, there was a nightgown. Holding it up, Sonja noticed how detailed it was. Pure white with intricate lacing on the seams, it was silky and simply amazing to the touch. When she pulled it on and stood in the mirror, she couldn't help but blush. It showed off quite a bit of the front, obviously meant to be alluring. Sonja chuckled as she wondered about why Selena would give her this specific one, not to mention the idea of what Selena was wearing to bed. That lean, pale figure scantily clad in a dark red nightgown leaning into Sonja's room, beckoning her to breakfast...

Sonja shook her head in bewilderment. What was that? I barely even know this woman, and I like men. She's just pretty. Deciding that she was ready for bed, Sonja climbed into bed. It only took a few seconds of laying in those luxurious sheets to snatch her from consciousness.

* * * * *

A firm knock sounded at the chamber door, waking Sonja with a jerk. Dim sunlight filtered through the curtains, reminding Sonja where she was. What a crazy night.

The door creaked open and Selena peeped in. "Sonja, was it? Breakfast is ready downstairs, though feel free to sleep in as long as you'd like. I'm sure you're going to have a big day." With that, Selena quietly shut the door, leaving Sonja to her thoughts.

"I suppose I'll head down. I've got a while to travel today," she mumbled, pulling back the lovely blanket and standing on the cold hard ground. She shivered a bit before looking in the drawers for some new clothes, but couldn't find any others. Sonja felt her cheeks flush. She would have to go downstairs in her revealing nightgown.

We're both women, don't be ridiculous. Sonja reassured herself before leaving the room. She glanced up and down all the halls she passed as she made her way to and down the stairs, marveling at the many rooms. It was too many for one woman, and which one does Selena sleep in?

When Sonja arrived at the dining table and sat down, she looked at her food in curiosity. Eggs and bacon, a classic. But where did she get the bacon? Pigs have been in low supply ever since the war started and farmers left their agricultural duties. She was about to ask when she noticed what Selena was drinking. It looked like wine, but it was also quite thick. "What is that you're drinking, ma'am?" Sonja inquired politely. Selena's tall, professional posture and piercing gaze as it wandered up and down Sonja's figure intimidated her.

"It's wine, dear."

"What strange wine. It's much too thick."

"It's a special type, I don't believe you would know of it. Return to your breakfast, won't you?" Selena said, seemingly irked at Sonja's questioning. Sonja started eating her food, sipping at the water offered and sitting in dead silence. After they were both finished, Selena took their dishes and walked away into another room, returning to Sonja and saying, "Why don't you stay longer? I'm sure you can spare a little more time."

Sonja was a little shocked. She didn't think Selena enjoyed her company. She was on a time crunch but at the same time, when would she ever be able to come back?

"Fine, I suppose. A nice place you have. Care to tell me about it?" As they went on a tour of the castle, Selena solemnly explaining how her parents used to own the place, but they were taken for crimes and hanged, leaving her to take care of her eight siblings on her own. When they grew up, they tired of the castle and moved, leaving Selena to tend to it once again.

"I'm sorry. That sounds awful. You look so young for all those years you described. You must take care of yourself well." Sonja replied. Selena suddenly leaned in close, her breath hitting Sonja's face, as she said "Yes, and you will too, if you take care of yourself." Then she continued on, leaving Sonja to get a hold of herself and follow.

Throughout the day they talked and even played a few games, making Sonja realize what a kind and gentle person Selena was, despite her creepy appearance. She herself was beautiful, especially with bright red lipstick and thick eyelashes making her looks pop, but she was also the most pale person Sonja had ever seen. It was almost from a storybook.

By the end of the day, Sonja felt peaceful and at home in the large, empty castle. She vaguely wondered what Selena did when winter rolled around. It was already pretty drafty, even in late spring. As Sonja finished dinner and excused herself to her room, she turned back one last time to say goodnight to Selena, noticing her wide, teeth-baring smile. She didn't believe her eyes, as it seemed Selena had large, sharp fangs. She shook her head and hurried up to her room, leaving Selena to admire her flustered expression and fine shape as she ran up the stairs.

* * * * *

Sonja had trouble sleeping that night, and when she did, she had strange dreams. She was out on the moors, a warm breeze brushing against her skin and making her nerves tingle. She felt a strange sensation stirring in her, a kind of heat, building up. She didn't know whether she was excited or anxious, but as she put her hand on her neck she woke up.

Sonja opened her eyes to see a figure hovering over her. Long, silky hair draped over her, smelling of lavender and charcoal. Sonja felt a warm spot on her neck, slightly damp, and it was at this that Sonja tried to struggle but felt no energy in her body to do so. Her voice, however, did work, allowing her to yelp in fear. The figure over her shifted and softly shushed her, causing her to feel scared yet slowly start calming down. A thigh was pressed up in between her legs, causing the area to grow in heat and become more sensitive.

A thin and long-fingered hand slipped under the nightgown that barely covered Sonja's chest. It slid along her skin gracefully, like a figure skater gliding across smooth sheets of ice and suddenly spinning wildly, amazing the audience with uncanny skill. Those same hands grasped a hold of her breasts, making Sonja gasp and try to move away, to no avail. A thumb circled around her areola and the rest of the hand pressed against the remainder of the mound as tingles of pleasure coursed through Sonja's helpless body.

All at once the finger slipped over her nipple, moving it around in circles in a mesmerizing rhythm. Already Sonja could feel the entire area between her thighs burn and become slick with sweat from the desire pooling in her core. The thigh that was there moved against her panties in a teasing way that made Sonja want to thrust her hips forward, yet she still felt powerless and unable to move. The assault on her chest continued for who knows how long before the hands moved away, leaving Sonja panting and desperate.

The nightgown was ripped away, exposing her in only panties and her fine, natural form. Moonlight shone in through the window, revealing the person on top to be Selena. Sonja wanted to scream but was cut off by Selena crashing her lips against hers, moving against her mouth and running her hands through Sonja's silky red hair. Sonja could feel the fangs she saw earlier in Selena's mouth and vaguely connected the dots. Was this woman actually a vampire? Those were supposed to only exist in legends to scare children at night.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by Selena breaking away and kissing down her neck, sucking on various parts of her skin and licking every once in a while, making Sonja gradually tilt her head to the side to provide further access. She nipped at her neck and Sonja squeaked, breathing hard through her nose and biting her lips as the teasing descended down.

Soon Selena's mouth arrived at her breast, and with no hesitation she began work, similar to how she did with her hands. Soon she was sucking on Sonja's nipple, soft but then harder, until she was moaning and fighting for a clear mind. She gave in and felt all her nerves on fire, starting to buck her hips against her captor and begging with her body.

Selena gave a small chuckle and leaned close to Sonja's ear, giving it a final nip before grabbing hold of the hem of her panties and pulling them off. Now she lay bare as the day she was born, completely exposed and at the mercy of the dominating woman with a burning desire in her deep eyes. Selena dragged her nails down Sonja's smooth and unblemished skin, causing her to writhe and whimper, until suddenly her nails dug in with a bite.

Sonja gasped and wanted to tell her to stop, but stirring within she felt a want, a need. Her core told her she wanted more, and Selena was happy to oblige. The fanged mistress bent down to kiss and lick her victim's stomach while groping the meat of her thighs with her sleek hands, eventually kissing her way down to a forest of red hair, a rich and almost earthy musk rising to meet her nose.

She kissed up and down the inside of her thighs, moving inward toward the lips and flicking her tongue every once in a while. Sonja waited and had by now completely given herself up to Selena's touching, lost in the sensations and waves of desire washing over her. She craved that woman's mouth on her pulsing and impatient cunt and tried to thrust into it, but Selena held her down and gave the side of her ass a quick slap, making Sonja quiver and let out a small moan.

Only then did Selena slip her tongue into her vulva, running it up and down but not directly touching the clit. She swirled her tongue on the glans and pushed it into her a little before withdrawing. Sonja spread her legs further and groaned, feeling a sheet of sweat collecting on her skin. Selena then took the clit in her mouth, sucking it and moving her tongue around it. By now Sonja was struggling not to move her hips and only wanted more.

Selena withdrew and touched the tip of one finger against her entrance, moving it slowly before entering. She added a second one and started moving in and out, rubbing against Sonja's slick walls and pressing her palm against her clit. She continued, slowly building momentum and adding a third finger, curling every once in a while against the g-spot and making Sonja scream.

While Selena did this she leaned forward and hinged onto Sonja's mouth, opening her lips and frenching the redhead deeply. Sonja responded passionately and was now freely humping the fingers inside her. She had never felt anything like this before.

The feelings continued to build and a tingling sensation rocketed up her nerves, making her brain feel like it was on fire. Her pleasure peaked in a ferocious climax, waves emanating from her core and rushing over her body as her muscles clenched and tightened themselves around Selena's fingers. Soon Sonja's whole body relaxed, and a great sense of peace and contentment settled in.

Selena took out her fingers and gave a last rub before licking her digits clean and lightly kissing Sonja, running her other hand through the soft red locks. The last thing Sonja felt before drifting to sleep was a profound sense of belonging.

* * * * *

Sonja woke up still naked as sunlight shone through the window. She vaguely thought of the night before and looked around, but no one was in sight. Sighing, she stood up and got dressed in her now dry clothes and packed her things, opening the door to head downstairs.

She spotted Selena lounging at the dining table, inviting her to breakfast just like the day before. After the host asked how her sleep was, they ate in complete silence. Sonja felt too awkward to bring anything up and decided to dismiss it as a dream.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay, I don't know what I would've done without you." Sonja said gratefully as she stood in the entrance doorway.

"You're very welcome, dear. Come back anytime." Sonja smiled and was about to step out when thin fingers, firm yet gentle, grasped her shoulder.

"I'll always welcome back such a... tasteful visitor." Whispered the woman's voice. Sonja shivered and all of a sudden made a note to herself of the location, concluding that sometimes dreams do come true.