Cardinal

The worn, almost uncomfortably rough fabric of Trinity's armchair protested under the bruising grip of your fingers. If you had only taken a moment to still yourself, you may have noticed the way that the backrest groaned when your nails dug deep into the fibers. You may have even noticed the burning ache in your knuckles that begged to unclench from the dusty blue cloth. All that you could focus on, however, were the deep, husky groans vibrating against your throat as Trinity fed. 

"T-trin. Please." Your breath was unsteady. The weak gasps were broken by little whimpers harmonizing with Trinity’s satisfied groans.

It felt impossible to maintain a constant rhythm as you bounced up and down the length of Trinity’s strap, the muscles of your thighs and cunt starting to throb as they stretched around her thick cock. The sting only worsened once Trinity decided that you weren’t stretched out wide enough, groping the flesh of your ass in an attempt to make your hole gape even further. 

This was the only assistance she would be giving you as you took in her girth. No matter how much you whined and begged, Trinity refused to buck her hips, her concentration remaining solely at the raw flesh of your neck.

"I know, baby. Soon. You just taste so...so good."

Trinity's lips brushed against your neck as she spoke, words beginning to slur. She was too overcome with the sharp hunger that clawed within her stomach to pull away from the blood dripping down your throat. Her tongue darted out to paint the mess across the gory canvas of your skin.

You did everything you could to sustain your weak, stuttering, rhythm, only pausing when Trinity briefly unsuctioned her greedy mouth from your neck. The relief that you felt only lasted a moment before she swiftly dug her sharp incisors deep into a new vein. 

As Trinity’s fangs sank into your throat, her hips finally jolted upward, pushing the full length of her cock into your core. The pain was almost unbearable, your nerves flooded with the feeling of Trinity's cock grinding against your walls and hot blood trickling down your throat. It was too much. Your head began to spin.

"Baby...I'm starting to-" You groaned breathlessly as Trinity alternated each rock of her hips with a flick of her tongue. The constant stimulation overwhelmed you, only worsening the splotches of bright white blooming in your eyes.

"I know it hurts, sweetheart. I'm almost done. You're doing such a good job." 

Once again, her voice was muffled against your clammy skin. She relished in the way you squirmed and gasped on top of her. 

Trinity knew that she owned every part of you. From your sensitive, puffy clit to the coppery blood that filled her stomach, you were hers, and you were completely in her control. She loved how pathetic you sounded when you moaned her name, and she especially couldn’t help but find it sweet how fidgety you were when her cock was buried deep inside of you. 

Until the fidgeting suddenly stopped.

The weight of your body was now heavy against Trinity’s chest as you slumped forward, constant whimpers and cries now dulled to shallow breaths that brushed against Trinity's bare skin.

Fuck.

Trinity’s heart rate quickened at the realization that she had gone too far. She had taken too much, pushed you too hard. Though the motion was familiar, tears began to sting the corners of her eyes as the doctor’s pale knuckles dug harshly into your sternum. Finally, after the tears had already begun to run down Trinity’s flushed cheeks, you elicited a low, annoyed groan.

"Baby? Baby, wake up." Trinity's voice was a mix of concern and frustration. She was enraged with her own carelessness, fingers digging harder into your chest bone. It didn't matter how hungry she was, she promised she would keep you safe. No matter what. No matter who. Even if that meant protecting you from herself. 

Finally, your groggy, glazed-over eyes fluttered open to meet those of your lover's. The red hue of blood lust had died down to just the edges of her irises, leaving emerald green to shine vibrantly behind the tears.

"Fuck. You scared me." Trinity’s breath evened as she moved to shift your body to cradle you in her arms. Had you been any more lucid, you would have teased her for the slightly awkward position, noting how her cock was uncomfortably sandwiched between you and her lap. In your stupor, however, the only thing you could focus on was how beautiful Trinity looked with lips and teeth stained the deep crimson of your blood. 

“I…I went too far. I’m sorry. I was so hungry, and.. I couldn’t stop, I-”

"Hey. Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.” You moved a weak hand to Trinity’s cheek, thumb wiping at the hot tears that now fell even faster. 

Beneath the anger and fear in those wide green eyes, there was something intense fighting its way to the surface. 

Love.

The blood that moved through your veins flowed into her, knotting an intricate web of intimacy you both refused to define. You wanted nothing more than to satiate her, and in return, all she wanted was to protect you from the world. 

“It's okay. You did such a good job, Trinity." You whispered. Her head leaned into your touch, searching for the warmth of your palm. 

Trinity’s arms tightened around you, holding you with such care that you felt the world beyond her embrace melt into soft, quiet hues. 

“I won't ever get carried away like that again." Trinity’s voice was barely audible against your ear. 

You shifted back in her lap only to return her sentiment with a cocky smile. 

“Actually, I wouldn't mind it.” You giggled. “But I think things are going to be really awkward at work if you have to bring me in for blood loss.”

Trinity rolled her eyes and grabbed onto you tightly as she stood. Your head naturally fell into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in the soothing scent of her cologne. 

Trinity carried you to the bed that lay only several feet away, uncurling her strong arms to gently lower you onto the plush mattress. You couldn’t help but feel abandoned when the doctor turned to leave, long strides allowing her to exit the room before your quiet whines could even reach her ears. 

“Trin! You can’t just leave me here, I’m going to-” You began to yell before noticing Trinity already leaning against the doorframe, arms cradling a bottle of water, a juice box, a box of Oreos, a damp washcloth, and a first aid kit. 

“You were saying?” Trinity sat at the edge of the bed, already pressing the warm cloth against your wounds and wiping the remnants of your blood. Her hands were quick and skilled, painlessly cleaning and bandaging your injuries while her lips gently grazed your forehead and cheeks. Despite having used the cloth to wipe herself clean as well, Trinity’s lips remained tinged pink. 

“Eat. I don't want you passing out again.” Trinity lifted a cookie to your lips, hand remaining perfectly still until she was sure that you would take a bite. 

For the remainder of the night, you allowed Trinity to fuss over you, her busy hands finding any excuse to run over your sore body and ease the pain. All the while, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you wondered how long you would have to wait until it was safe to do this all over again.

A/N: This accidentally became super fluffy, I just can’t help being romantic about Trinity. I have so many vampire HCs (including Trinity having super strength that allows her to easily lift anyone) that I may post later. Also, fun fact, I almost didn’t write the Oreo scene!

You were a good puppy. The best puppy...or at least that's what Cassie told you. 

Since moving in with the older woman, you had made it your job to keep her safe as any good guard dog would do. In return, Cassie would provide you with a never-ending supply of treats, head scritches, and all the toys you could ever desire. 

In reality, both you and Cassie knew that you could never really protect her. You were too weak, too pathetic, and dumb to do much beyond slobbering around her strap on a nightly basis. Your utter helplessness was endearing, and Cassie knew that she would never be able to make a true guard dog out of you. In fact, she’d never tell you this, but she preferred you under her control, anyway. Still, she was your master, and you had to at least try to scare any intruders away. This fact alone is why it was utterly impossible to hold back the growl that rose from the back of your throat when you heard an unexpected knock at your door.

Protect her. Protect Cassie. Protect your Cassie.

It was so easy to fall into this headspace with Cassie by your side. Before you had even started dating, Cassie provided comfort and guidance with practiced ease; every word was another brick added to the tall barriers that enveloped you from the outside world in her presence. To you, it felt like earnest love and protection, but to Cassie, it was a way to keep you all to herself. 

This dynamic continued to blossom over time. Sex felt less and less like a mutual act of affection and became a means of claiming ownership. By the time you had finally admitted that you were ready to explore some more “unique” forms of intimacy, Cassie had to pretend that she hadn’t regularly fallen asleep imagining you collared and begging at her feet. It was perfect.  She could finally encourage you to be her pretty, whimpering little puppy and even convince you that your pathetic little body could actually protect her from harm's way. 

Even now, months later, Cassie still hasn't completely shattered your concept of “shared protection.” At least not yet. For now, she’s allowed most days to play out like today, urging you to wear nothing but a thick collar around your throat, telling you that it would make her feel so much better if you just remained firmly planted on the floor beneath her so that she could run her nails across your scalp whenever she pleased. It was so easy. You had become adorably comfortable in the safety of her home. It was almost a shame that the time had come to put you in your place. 

Knock. Knock. 

Cassie laughed at the revival of your squeaky barks once the knocking returned. She leaned down to give a soft pat to your head before rising from her worn-in, leather recliner. 

"Hush, baby." Cassie cooed and planted a chaste kiss to your forehead. To your surprise, she seemed content, if not eager to open the door. You had expected her to remain seated until the incessant banging had stopped, or at least give you time to put on a proper set of clothing. 

Not even a hint of hesitancy had crossed Cassie's face at the idea of revealing your nude, submissive form to whoever stood on the other side, and, suddenly, you felt very, very shy. You were now all too aware of how vulnerable you really were.

As you attempted to stand, Cassie's firm hand nearly shoved you to the floor. You unintentionally let out a small whimper when your bare ass hit the hard ground beneath you.

"Sit." She commanded. Of course, you obeyed. 

"Mommy just wanted to have some friends over. You better be a good puppy for Mama, and maybe I'll even let you play with them."

With that, Cassie made her move to the door, and you were left there with the horrible feeling of fear twisting all that was contained within you. 

When the door opened, you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking safety behind Cassie’s chair. The smell of Cassie’s perfume mixed with the old leather created a false sense of security from the strangers that had been ushered into your home. This wasn’t necessarily an entirely new experience. You had met some of Cassie’s coworkers before, and, being the older and more dominant partner, she had always made it a habit of introducing you to others before you were able to even mutter a hello. Today was no different, however, you normally were not nude and huddled in a small ball like a scorned child.

"Come say hi to mommy's friends, baby. This is Dana." Cassie’s smile had softened her features and made it easier to suck the air in and out of your chest. 

Dana, the older blonde, had been the first to approach you. With long, confident strides and a subtle smirk, it was clear that she could command a room with her presence alone. If she had any apprehension about meeting you in this state, it didn't show.

Dana's unwavering confidence scared you. Her eyes seemed to hold you in your place, and, despite the urge to run, a gnawing curiosity lingered just under your chest bone when the older woman calmly knelt down to meet you. Hazel eyes locked onto yours as Dana took your chin in her hand, forcing your gaze upward to where she hovered just slightly above.

"Hi, baby." She purred. Her husky voice caused your stomach to knot in anticipation. "Such a shy little puppy, hm?"

Heat crawled up your face at the sudden attention. You wanted to squirm, to crawl away into some other dark corner, but Dana's hand refused to let go. Knowing that Cassie stood only a foot away, you feared that any disobedience toward the strange woman would result in punishment, causing your body to unwillingly go still rigid beneath her.

"Dana, don't torture the poor thing."

Behind Dana, a woman with wide brown eyes and dark curls lowered her hand to rest lightly atop your head. Her touch was warm and comforting, and, despite your unfamiliarity, you found yourself leaning into it.

"My name is Baran, توله‌سگ (toleh sag). It's so nice to finally meet you."

For several minutes, the women were happy to simply coo at you and scratch under your chin and behind your ears. You felt humiliated by how intensely they raked their eyes over your body, clearly pleased by what they would soon tear apart. Finally, to your relief, Cassie had urged her friends to sit on the soft, sage green couch that resided across the room and away from your safe little corner.

The relief of brief solitude was short-lived, giving your heart only several moments to quiet itself before jumping back into your throat once you had realized that Cassie’s gaze was still firmly locked onto you. Her next words caused your breath to catch in your windpipe. 

"You too, baby. No more hiding. Come here."

The shock you felt must have been poorly concealed as the older women all shared a chuckle. What were you supposed to do now? 

"But...I..." 

They had been the first words, real, human words to leave your mouth since the start of the day.  They felt alien and uncomfortable on your tongue, forcing you to chase the quiet submission you had grown accustomed to. Even if you truly wanted to argue, the pleas died in your throat when Cassie's eyes narrowed in a wordless threat.

Cautiously, you crawled toward your master on your hands and knees, fear and excitement pumping blood to your warm face. Once you were finally settled at the three women's feet, Cassie gently patted her thighs in invitation.

"Here, puppy. Come on, sit on mama's lap."

Before you could respond, Cassie's strong hands hooked under your arms and all but dragged you on top of her.  Your tensed muscles instantly relaxed at the feeling of Cassie's warm, plush thighs beneath you, a sensation you had grown to love almost as much as when they were wrapped around your head. 

As you leaned further into Cassie’s hold, you noticed the feeling of something stiff uncomfortably digging into your ass. Cassie groaned into your ear as she fidgeted with the strap she had hidden under her jeans. 

"Shh, baby. Let mommy make you feel good."

After a firm tug to her waistband, the rigid cock sprang free and was already teasing your exposed cunt. Of course she had planned for this. She was excited to show off how well she had trained you. You should have felt embarrassed. It was already humiliating to be used like this, but your stomach should have churned at the two pairs of eyes that were gleefully watching the interaction unfold. You had only just met the two women, and now, they had front row seats to see your girlfriend, your master, force you to ride her cock.

You should have felt embarrassed.

But as the firm tip pressed hard against your entrance, it was difficult to feel anything other than pure want.

Without any further orders, you adjusted yourself onto Cassie's thick, fleshy strap. Despite not being prepared, the light touches and murmurs of the older women alone had provided enough lubrication for your lips to greedily take in the length with little challenge. 

As you lifted your hips to begin bouncing up and down, Cassie's tight hold stilled your body, forcing you to remain still on her lap. Surely, you would get your reward after warming her cock for only a minute or two.

And so, you waited. Patiently, painfully, you waited. But Cassie's grip remained steadfast, veiny arms and hands holding so tightly that you could barely squirm.

You waited. Waited. And all they could do was talk.

At first, the women’s attention was solely focused on you, purring about what a good puppy you were and how well you were taking your mommy's strap. However, the topic soon changed, and for what felt like nearly an hour, they behaved as though the evening were like any other. Through the chatter about their personal lives, Cassie, Dana, and Baran mostly ignored you as though you truly were just a dumb lap dog.

Like the obedient pup you were, you stayed still on Cassie's thighs, only letting out soft whimpers when she twitched beneath as jokes led to loud, unabashed guffaws. Over time, though none of the women had bothered looking in your direction, their hands still found a way to your shaking frame, offering gentle caresses to your thighs and stomach that only worsened the ache in your core.

Baran was the first to take pity on you.

"I've never seen such a well-trained dog." she hummed, dark eyes moving up and down to take everything in as though she had only now noticed the whining mutt beside her. There was a dark desire in her expression that made you soaking cunt drip even further. 

Cassie shifted just slightly below you, making your vulva throb even harder. "It can definitely be hard to navigate," Cassie confided, “But I think by now I've made it pretty clear who’s the one in control."

Baran shifted closer toward you, leaning forward just close enough so that her lips barely grazed the skin of your ear.

"You just love being pet and fucked, don't you, little one?"

A heavy moan ripped through you at Baran's words. The shudder of your hips was so intense that even Cassie struggled to keep you still in her hold. You felt so overwhelmed that you had barely felt the quick, painless slap Cassie had given your inner thigh. 

"My little puppy is getting a little restless, huh? Is mommy's cock stretching you out?"

You wanted to beg, to scream and sob in your master's arms, but like the good puppy you were, you only nodded as prickly tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Okay, okay. You can have a break while mommy plays with her friends, but I better not hear you whine or you'll be crated all night." Cassie laughed and helped you off of her lap, steadying hands finding your hips as your knees buckled.

Cassie gently helped you to the ground, wet pussy bared as you were once more following her on all fours. Though you couldn’t be sure, you swore that you felt Dana’s eyes linger at your glistening folds for longer than anyone else’s had, 

When Cassie had led you to your cage, you couldn’t help but whine in disapproval as she opened the gate and nodded toward the entrance expectantly.

"I know, my poor baby. But it's only for a little bit. Mama needs to be a good host and serve her guests first, but I promise your time to play will come soon."

With that, the clang of the cage door rang in your ears as you were ushered inside, cheeks and thighs growing cold from the dampness of tears and cum clinging to your skin. All you could do now was quietly pout as your loving master tied your wrists above your head and encouraged you to watch the show.

To be continued.