She can’t but moan when Pearl’s knee presses between her parted legs, her drawers sticking to her right away as she comes to the embarrassing realization she may have been enjoying the attention of the two matrons from the very start. She may not be in control after all, she was a dead woman walking from the start…! A whimper leaves the human when Pearl eagerly opens her mouth, breathing right against her exposed neck, still craned to look to the side at Cleo.

“Hold still.”

Miss Gemini isn’t sure who Cleo is addressing, but she and the other vampire obey almost on reflex, one to preserve herself, the other to please her partner.

“Not yet. This isn’t the way to treat our guests, darling.”

It’s Pearl’s turn to whine, her mouth closing just for her to brush the tip of her nose on Gem’s neck, making the human shudder at the contact. Time freezes as the vampire stalls, pulling back just to look at the human with big dark eyes, famished, desirous.

“May I, Miss Gemini?” Pearl asks, but to answer is Cleo, now holding gently the wrists of her victim to be, feeling the rabbit-fast rate of her heart roaring in those fragile limbs. “She prefers Gem.”

Pearl nods. “Gem. May I…show you my appreciation?”

She can’t help but look at the vampire in front of her, confused but intrigued. “As long as you promise not to bite too hard.” She tries to smirk, but it comes out as a grimace. Her stake! She can’t reach her stake like this! What can she do without raising unnecessary suspicions?!

Cleo lets her lower her arms, massaging the inside of her palm with their thumbs as they observe, attentive as a predatory bird. The human isn’t sure if the matron is trying to reassure her or restrain her, it unnerves her nonetheless, her leg trembling as Pearl slides off the couch. Did they notice the stake? Is it already too late?

She tenses when the kneeling vampire finally removes what was left of her petticoat, the stake left to hide in the fold of the cushions under her and Cleo. She feels herself sweating, her breath catching in her throat, but not completely due to fear; Pearl has slipped two fingers along the bend of her thigh, up to her crotch, sliding them along the seams of the split in her drawers. Gem can’t help but blush harder, the vampire testing the wetness of her lips as her thumb looks for her clit through the curls of her pubes. 

“...wha-...ah!”

There was no hesitation to Pearl’s movements, she pushes each finger to the human’s cunt and tests its resistance with caution, the vampire’s eyes darting up towards Gem’s to seemingly check on her reactions. Gem can only stare, anticipations chipping away at her resolution. So Pearl plunges the first finger in, then the second right alongside the twin, forcing another small surprised sound to escape the human’s mouth.

A rumbling chuckle echoes beside her head, Cleo looking down at their companion and her occupation.

“As I said…we aren’t barbarians. We wouldn’t drink from you without giving something in exchange. Not that you would ever be forced to let us feed out of your volition.”

Gem’s attention starts to temper with each spread of those fingers, each push against her clit. It’s a losing battle, she is going to die tonight…

Pearl lifted herself on her knees, her face coming to nuzzle at the dampness of her drawers, her eyes trained on the price visible from the split in the cloth. Be it the human’s sex or her blood. 

“Sorry, I have to-...” The vampire cut herself off before unlatching and pulling off the pesky layer of underwear from around Gem’s legs, the human’s knees drawing back inwards at the sudden breeze, her fine hair rising into goosebumps along her thighs. Yet Gem doesn’t protest, but her eyes widen, not being given time to process what had been done to her before the vampire closes her eyes and presses her lips against the pulse inside the tender flesh of her leg, a breath away from her now empty pussy. 

“She loves to please, you’ll find she is the happiest when she gets to obey. Here…you can help yourself.”

The matron intervenes again, letting one of Gem’s hands go and guiding it to Pearl’s dark head. Her hair is soft, and the contact has the kneeling vampire glance up again at Gem, a plea in her crimson eyes as she kisses the human’s thigh. But Gem is still stubbornly trying to not let herself lose the battle of wills only she is participating in, pushing Pearl away from her pulse and into her cunt. The attention of the vampire is immediately back on pleasing her guest again though, still happy to oblige, tongue lolling out before she even makes contact with her pussy, her lips warmer than before now that she had been close enough to the human to rob her of her heat.

It’s ravenous as Gem imagined it and how Cleo described her. Pearl had kissed her with giddiness and playfulness, and that’s how she has been eating her out, happy and playfully, teasing her tongue into her hole and sucking her labra minora until the human’s legs close around her head in overstimulation, focusing on her clit only on occasion. Gem had pushed and pulled the vampire closer by her hair, guiding her where she wished her to go most, but Pearl is still unpredictable.

“O-oh my goodness…”

Cleo laughs at her, bringing the wrist they have been holding onto to her mouth to kiss, amused. It’s almost idle the way the matron thumbs at her nipples, the human’s breasts having spilled from her chemise as she wriggles in their embrace.

“My Pearl is such an eager puppy…”

Gem can’t comment or argue, too occupied with gulping down air, painting harder and harder as her body tightens, closer and closer to her climax. She can’t help but scream when the vampire between her legs adds in her fingers once again, scissoring her guest open until she can press into her and against the hidden portion of her clit, sucking on its exposed bud with her lips, bringing Gem close to her as if she had been the rim of a crystal cocktail glass. It all culminates in her body arching and the human tugging at Pearl’s hair aggressively, both women groaning in the confinements of the large room.

“My goodness…oh Lord-...” Miss Gemini shakes back to earth, her limbs weak as she lets Cleo hold her up on the couch, smiling down at her with the smugness of a cat. A large intimidating cat…

“So? How have you found our hospitality, Miss Gem?” 

The human looked up at the matron with bleary, unfocused eyes, trying to remember why she had ever feared the two women around her in the first place. Oh, right…

“...will I die now?” She whispered.

Another hearty chuckle echoed in the room.

She plays dumb and messes about when Cleo can see her just to have the farmer come and glare at her. She messes with the furniture in their house, the crops in Cleo's patch of land, until Cleo is cornering her.

And Cleo is clearly trying to be stern, to teach her a lesson, but Pearl's eyes are huge and full of trepidation, her lips are red from the way she had been chewing at them under the farmer's angry gaze.

She isn't even trying to hide it.

So she worries when Cleo seems to deflate and sighs dramatically at her, taking a step back. Pearl may have gone too far, she is ready to apologize...

But then Cleo grabs her by the nape of her head, pulling her long hair downwards, and makes her knees buckle and bend until they are eye to eye. That's when Pearl makes a sound.

"Baby, are you sure you know what you are signing up for?"

This was going to be the night that she is proven right and dies for it.

Miss Gemini knew vampries existed, she wasn't a fool, that's the only reason she had come to Oakhurst in the first place. She had been warned plenty of their dangerous nature, of their terrifying thirst, but had never fought one yet, those creatures tended to stay hidden. Yet the matrons of Oakhurst seemed so...blatant. That's why it had seemed child's play to track them down and kill them to free the small town...!

And yet, the moment she is face to face with the two of them she is left astounded by their behavior, stunned at the realization that maybe she hadn't learned quite everything about this blood sucking demons beforehand.

Of course she knew they were cunning and subtle beings, masters of deception, and yet...was hospitality part of their strategy? Or maybe this wasn't a sign of hospitality, but just an obvious predation strategy?

It terrifies her not knowing as Lady Pearl edges closer to her, her eyes hooded, hungry, her body caging the distressed human between her and Cleo with the informal nature of a giddy gigglemug!

"Can I kiss you?"

Gem takes her time to process the request, her mind clouded by doubt, anxiety and a fair bit of embarrassment.

"Like...on the mouth?"

The vampire shrugs, eyeing her with a small cheeky grin. "That's the idea. But we don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable. I just prefer...to put my guests at ease before we have dinner."

Staring at the vampire she contemplates the possibilities. She has to make the vampries lower their guard too after all, as of now it's a simple matter of who's walls were crumble first and who would strike first at the first sign of vulnerability. Refusing would tick the matrons off and annoy them to the point they'd think slashing her throat would be way less of an hustle than tricking her, a waste of time and energy for them to just to get themsleves a simple meal.

So Gem pretends to be bashful, a virgin averting her gaze from her allusive seductor.

"You can..."

And so matron Pearl was immediately on her, her cold hands holding her cheeks and tilting her chin up. Her lips were surprisingly soft and reminded Gem of the raspberries she had tasted once placed atop a frozen dessert she had in the capital one long gone summer. It was gentle and when the vampire pulled away from her she could see legitimate giddiness in her fanged smile.

"She didn't flinch back, that's good. Have you kissed other ladies before, miss Taylor?"

"Ehm, well..." Gem's eyes dart away, this time in genuine shyness, even if for only a second. "I kiss whoever is fond enough of me, ma'am... And your lips are still in the shape of a human's despite your nature, don't they? So I don't see the issue..."

The vampire snickers at that, her skirt moved to the side as she slides her way between Gem's parted legs, forced to sit sideways on the couch due to the other matron having manovered her so.

"They are...most of the time!"

There's a sound from behind her that startles Gem, but it's easy to realize it's just Cleo snorting at her lover right beside her ear. They have such a causal intimacy between them it's almost...disarming. But what keeps Gem alert is how their hands slide along her stomach, where the corset accentuates the curve of her hips. Cleo's hands are warm...most likely having siphoned her heat through contact. It's...comforting, nonchalant. So nonchalant that when the vampire curls a finger along the loose end of the ribbon holding her black petticoat around her waist Gem doesn't even react at first

"Don't remind her, you know not everyone finds it a turn on, Pearl."

They joke with each other as the human is slowly undressed, not noticing Gem's frantic movements as she hides her weapon away in the mess of fabric that is moved aside just so that Cleo could reach the edge of her drawers right above her hose. It leaves Gem unprepared, expecting such a forwardness from a vampire but having never planed for it.

"You don't know it, Cleo. The lady owns a gun, she knows how to hunt. Maybe she'd be into it."

Another huff of breath, another scoff, Cleo's sharp nails reaching the buttons of her blouse just around her breasts. Gem's breath hitching as the situation became more and more clear in her mind. She holds the stake tight at her side, still hidden by the now bunched up skirt.

"C-can I intervene?!"

The vampries stop immediately, ruby eyes now trained on the human. It's with shame Miss Gemini has to admit nervers were quickly getting to her just a moment ago, but she couldn't ignore her concerns when she noted her panic had started to grow more from the ravenous intimacy of the two matrons than from the risk of becoming their main course. Gem needs to regain control somehow...

"I apologize, darling. We don't get much company, you see." Cleo had kissed the corner of her jaw, just at the origin of her ear. "Should we slow down?"

It takes Gem genuinely a few moments to catch her breath, the adrenaline making her hands sweat along the wooden stake in her hidden hand.

"May I kiss you too? I don't want to just be a prop, a thing to be used..."

The feedback is immediate, the white haired matron behind her humming and nodding along, angling Gem's head towards theirs.

"Go ahead." Cleo offers, unperturbed. It sounds so silly, the two vampires were clearly not masters of seduction as she had thought, but just two starved beasts. Starved for what tho it was unclear to the human now, her head spinning a bit at the brutal shifting in prospective.

It was a tentative, an invitation to make their plainfields equal. And Gem can't let the moment pass, her life is still on the line. That's why with genuine eagerness she let go of the stake in her petticoat and holds her hand to the matron's cold cheek, kissing them, slow and chaste as it had been with Pearl. Yet Cleo wasn't as playful as Pearl it seems, or more specifically she wasn't playing the same game as her. She feels their tongue brush along her lip and a hand entangle in her braided hair, leaving her gasping, defenseless to the matron's onslaught.

What Gem notes first is how warm the vampire's mouth feels compared to their lips, just how human the kiss is. And then she feels her hands, roaming against her chest, finishing to unbutton her blouse, unhooking her corset. She involuntary finds herself sighing in the matron's mouth, their hand cupping her breast over her chemise with no restrain or shame, the soft cotton serving as a weak barrier.

"You can tell me to slow down whenever you feel like it, miss Gemini. "

"Gem-...Gem is fine..."

Cleo chuckles at that stealing another kiss.

"Gem."

In the meanwhile Pearl has started to shed her own garments, her overlayed corset untied and unbuttoned right before the human's eyes as the vampire observes with no reservation the way her partner is handling their fragile prize. She moves impossibly close to Gem nuzzling her neck and grabbing the woman's hand to place it where her heart should have been, upon a now naked chest, shirt undone.

"Do not be afraid, we won't drink from you right away..."

"We aren't barbarians."

It took miss Gemini quite the courage to enact her plan. She knew she could be drained and killed by the ravenous vampire matrons, but her deep unjustified yearning had pushed her fears to the side for the time being. She kept telling herself this was all done for the sake of proving a point, even if she would be proving it only to her dead self...

She had bathed and dressed in the finest gown the ladies of the house had so gently landed her, a stunning red dress laced in black, with a plunging neckline that hugged her breasts and left her shoudlers bare. Arrogantly irresistible she had not so casually choosen the same velvet couch she knew the matrons prefered and sat by the hearth fire, waiting.

The first to find her had been Cleo, an imposing woman with an avalanche of white curls cascading upon her shoudlers like the mane of a fierce lion. They glanced at the human and went to leave the room almost immediately, their steps light on the wooden flooring.

Gem had to catch the moment! Now or never! ...or so she told herself.

"Please!" The human sighed. "...could you keep me company, ma'am? It's been so lonely as of late."

The matrons contemplated the request for an eternal moment before approaching. They stared down at Gem, their crimson eyes piercing her very soul. The human couldn't help but clutch at the stake she had hidden under her heavy gown under the intensity of that glare.

"Sure."

The matron finally sat beside her, ethereal in her movements, clam, composed.

This was Gem's chance! "My wounds have healed by now...but yet. I can't bring myself to leave. I-..." She played up her innocent nature, keeping her voice breathy, thin...

The human glanced right into the vamprie's eyes, chin downturned.

"I know you want something from me, my lady. But what is it?" She looked so patetic, her doe eyes reflecting into the crimson abysses of Cleo's.

"What I want?" The matron scoffed. "I want you alright and to forget about what you saw, but you keep clinging to this place."

Gem felt stunned as if she had been turned into stone by the vampire's stare. She was told to leave. No tricks or riddles...

"...you won't kill me?"

Another derisive chuckle. "I am not that type of monster, sweetheart."

It almost angered Gem enough to break character hearing the matron utter those absurd words. What did that mean? What game was the vampire playing?

"But...you put so much effort into nursing me back to health. Why waste it all by letting me go? You could feast on me!"

Cleo arched a white brow. "Would you want that?"

The human had to forcibly steady her nerves at those words, her spine tingling in delirious excitement and instinctive fear. That was a window of opportunity...

"Yes."

Cleo's cold stare seemed to soften, the corner of her eyes lower.

"I hope you are aware of the risks..."

A shadow had overcast the two of them, an unhinged presence crowding the room. It made Gem's teeth rattle in her skull when the cold hands of the second matron came to rest upon her warm and naked shoudlers.

"You can stay all you want, dear. But you have to promise to keep all of this a secret. We know you are scared, but if this is what you want...we can give it to you, take the edge off."

Lady Cleo snorted at that, glancing affectionately at their companion.

"You are a glutton, Pearl..."

"Hey, I am just doing what she asked of us."

Gem suddenly felt a lot less confident as the taller vampire held her hands along her neck, cupping her chin to turn her face towards hers. She had done it, she had really bit more than she could chew and now she was going to die! Lady Pearl's eyes were sharp as the ones of the wolf she had seen in the night that day, hungry like a beast's while she showed her fangs in a self-satisfactory grin.

All the human could really do was hold her stake tighter, fighting against the sluggish coldness of terror that had enveloped her heart. And then-...

Pearl gave her a gentle kiss on a cheek.

"Do you mind if we start slow? You seem...overwhelmed."

"Of course she's overwhelmed, Pearl, you are all up in her business."

Lady Pearl giggled at that, nuzzling closer to Gem's temple. "I am just excited. We haven't had a hunter in so long..!"

It...confused the human.

"She is a person, not a toy!" Cleo had quickly snatched her away from Pearl, hugging her close to their chest. "It's all good, we won't hurt you."

It almost infuriates the human when she is left to be by herself in the castle! Never threatened, not even lectured...

Just left to with her own thoughts in a place she was sure should have been haunted, with walls dripping in blood and the smell of rot permeating the floorboards, but instead holds the charm of an old lady's estate and smells of waxed wood and sunflowers.

Miss Gemini was never a prisoner in the castle, but had found herself trapped by her own paranoia. It took her several days to finally exit her room, still slipping through corridors as if she had been a shy critter.

But she could admit by now, the two matrons had taste. Sure, the home was manly composed by dark stone walls and spruce floors, but each corner was filled with flowers, often fresh, and ligthed by unscented candles, making each room feel cozy in an old fashion way. There were book nooks and ample balconies with silky light drapes in each room, and when she felt brave enough to enter it, she had started finding warm tea by her favorite chair in the enormous library, despite how adamant she was to find incriminating records among the old allowed pages of classic romance novels.

Gem had to begrudgingly admit that the vampries weren't as beastly as the stories had suggested. Instead they'd be incredibly kind to her, a stranger that had invaded their privacy and home.

...she had to apologize, to prove herself she must have been wrong somehow, that this weren't vampires, but faes, or benevolent witches, even if the matrons themsleves had called each other vampires.

Until one night she had found the blood, she had saw the fangs! There, on the velvet couch before the hearth of the living room, sinking into lady Pearl's neck, draining her of life. Or at least, so thought Gem...

She was sure they were both undead, but yet-...

The matrons had been entangled in an embrace, one sighing softly at the efforts of the other, slolwy grinding into each other with the languid rhythm of familiarity. And for some reason, that made Gem deeply jealous.

Why weren't they feeding on her.

What a foolish thought, she realized, watching entranced the fervor behind the matrons' passionate movements.

Could this vile creatures really feel for each other? Were they being genuinely kind or were they deceiving the human just to make her droo her guard and strike?