#chester danforth

It was customary for young members of the Cult of Le Bail to have a coming-of-age ball. The Danforths hosted it annually, closing down the resort for a week every autumn. All council members twenty-five years of age participated in the ceremony.

All dressed in white, they stood at the altar. You were in the middle, looking out at the crowd of families gathered before you.

Chester Danforth gathered the blood from the sacrificial goat into a chalice, handing it to the first in line. When the cup got to you however, you grimaced. What was wrong with these people? Drinking goat’s blood like it’s nothing. You glanced at the crowd, at your parents. They were anxiously waiting for you to drink, a comical thumbs up coming from your father. Reluctantly, you took a sip and gagged before passing the cup to the next person.

You heard stifled laughter coming from the crowd, your eyes finding the Danforth twins sitting in the back, looking right at you. They were whispering something, with no attempt at being discreet, watching with delight as you squirmed under their gazes.

The reset of the ritual went on without incident, but you couldn’t stop looking back at the two. What was their problem? You followed the others to the ballroom, and when it came time for the dancing to start, everyone in white stood in the middle, waiting to be plucked up by someone older and richer. Not for a courtship, but for a night of sex; a night of corruption. One by one, your peers were taken from the middle of the room. You watched, self-consciously, as everyone else was chosen, leaving you standing alone.

Ursula shoved her brother forward, urging him to go “get” you. He looked you over uncomfortably, hesitantly taking your hand and pulling you towards his sister. You looked between them, silently praying to Mister Le Bail that they were not as incestuous as they looked. Your thoughts were interrupted by the elder twin’s laugh. She snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. Must’ve been something Titus said, you realised.

“She’s adorable,” Ursula said to her brother, talking about you right in front of you. If it were anyone else, you’d be irritated, but you figured they didn’t get out much.

Titus looked you over, like he was noticing you for the first time. You recoiled when he licked his lips, which earned him a smack on the arm from his sister. “Ow!” he frowned, looking like a kicked puppy under her glare.

When Ursula pulled you into her bedroom, you expected the woman to tear off your clothes and throw you onto the bed, but she didn’t. She watched you, moving around the room without taking her eyes off of you, like a predator stalking its prey. “Make yourself comfortable.” she insisted, pouring herself a glass of wine.

You sat on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap. The fireplace was lit, casting a warm glow against Ursula’s body as she sauntered over to you. “I’ve never…” you trailed off, cheeks flushing when you met her gaze. “I mean–”

“You’ve never been with a woman?” she inquired, studying your expression.

“I’ve never been with anyone.” you admitted, swallowing the lump in your throat. She was gorgeous, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering down to her cleavage.

Ursula’s eyes softened ever-so-slightly and she took one of your hands. “I’m not going to force you into anything.” Her heart almost broke at the relief on your face. Did you really think she would take advantage of you? Did people really think she was a monster? Her self-loathing was interrupted by the rapid beating of your pulse.

Without thinking, she flipped your wrist over and held it to her nose. “What perfume are you wearing?” she tried to play it off, but her mouth was filling with saliva at the scent of rushing blood in your veins.

“I’m not wearing anything…” you noticed the hunger in her gaze, the desperation. She looked almost pitiful, her lips grazing over your pulse. When she looked up at you, that’s when you saw the, barely concealed, fangs hanging where her canines once were. A chill ran down your spine, but you didn’t pull away. “Miss Danforth?”

Blinking, she straightened up, her fangs disappearing back into her gums. She looked at you differently, guilt creeping into her expression. “I couldn’t let my brother take you.” she said suddenly, glancing at a family portrait that hung on the wall. “You’re too young, and he has no restraint.” The words seemed to hit her hard. “You’re far too young.” She walked to the other end of the room, running her hand through her blonde waves.

“How long have you been like this?” you asked, eyes wide and curious. She was much more attractive with this secret weighing on her shoulders. You’d heard rumours of the Danforth twins never aging, but you never imagined the rumours would be true.

“Your entire life.” she answered, her brows pinched with confliction. “Most of the high council families are like this.”

“So, are you dead?”

“Dead?” Ursula laughed despite herself, “no, my dear, I am not dead. We don’t age, but that’s because we drink the blood of others. We remain, mostly, human after turning.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” you admitted. She must've seen the wheels in your head turning because she quickly shot that idea down.

“It was hell at first, and it took a long time to control my urges.”

“Why did you choose me? What are you looking to get out of this?” you asked, standing up from your spot on the bed.

“Companionship, I suppose.” Ursula sounded so unsure, so insecure. It wasn't something you expected from the elder Danforth twin. You considered it, going over the pros and cons in your head. This would be good for you, and your parents would be so proud, but above all that, you’d always had a crush on the older woman standing before you.

“I’d be more than happy to be your companion, Miss Danforth.” You stepped closer, a small, nervous smile forming on your lips.

“Then you’ll have to stop calling me ‘Miss Danforth’. It makes me sound ancient.”

“You are ancient.” you chuckled, but it was cut-short by her soft lips pressing against yours. The kiss lasted longer than you expected it to, your hands wandering down her back.

“Getting impatient, are we?”

Falling against the plush bedding behind you, Ursula kissed down your neck and chest, slipping your dress off with ease. Next off were your bra and panties, and she hummed at the sight of your slick folds. “If I’d known we’d be doing this, I would’ve shaved.” you said, glancing down at the curls between your legs.

“You’re an adult, my dear, I didn’t expect you to be hairless.” Ursula’s reassurance put you at ease, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

Seeing you relax, she continued downward until she was face-to-face with your drooling cunt. Gripping your hips, you brought you closer before running her tongue through your slit. She lapped and sucked at your delicate clit, making out sloppily with your core.

You were completely lost in pleasure; hot, breathy, moans escaped your throat as you gripped and twisted the comforter in your hands. Every suck on your clit sent shock waves through you, uncontrollable whines spilling from your lips. You rocked your hips against Ursula’s face, and she didn't mind in the slightest. She ate you out until you were shaking around her head, thighs over her shoulders. You were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t notice the sudden feeling of your bladder rapidly filling with liquid. One last suck on your clit had you spilling into her awaiting mouth. She drank everything you gave her with a satisfied smile.

Before you could catch your breath, she crawled on top of you and whispered in your ear. “It’s much easier when you’re relaxed.” Without warning, she sank her fangs into your neck.

You cried out at the sharp sting, your blood pressure dropping rapidly as she drank a blood bag’s worth from your artery. The world started to fade, but not before Ursula slit her palm open and poured her own blood down your throat.

You awoke with a blinding headache. Hearing you stir, Ursula grabbed a glass and brought it to your lips. It wasn’t water, but you couldn’t put it down. It was the most magnificent thing you’d ever tasted. Watching you gulp the last of it down, the woman finally spoke. “You’ll give yourself a stomach ache like that.”

Sheepishly, you handed the glass back to her, but not before trying to clean every last drop out with your tongue. “What is it?”

“AB+.” she smirked, watching the mortification in your eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s no one you know.”

“What about diseases?”

“You don’t have to worry about those anymore.”

You sat with that information for a minute before nodding. “Who else saw me naked?”

“Just me,” she assured you. “No one else has been in here.”

She helped you into the shower and took your measurements to her personal shopper, who came back with a small wardrobe of clothing options for you. You chose a pantsuit, shoulder pads and all, not unlike the ones Ursula frequently wore. You and beamed at her look of subtle approval as the two of you headed to the dining room. Titus and Chester looked up in surprise at your arrival but didn’t comment on it.

When you turned your head to look at the patriarch of the family, Titus noticed the bite on your neck. The jealousy didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. It wasn’t about you, not really. The man was always jealous of his father’s favourite child.

You texted your parents later in the evening, telling them you were alright and had been invited to stay at the Danforth estate for a while. Of course, they couldn’t be happier. Their only daughter? In favour of the most powerful family in the world?

The power wasn’t what intrigued you, however; Ursula intrigued you. She was gorgeous and confident, ordering others around like she didn’t give a fuck. With you though, she did give a fuck. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. On the anniversary of your turning, she proposed, and a year after that, you were married in front of the satanic altar. The Lawyer was more than happy to officiate the ceremony, as there hadn’t been a sapphic wedding in ages, and Mr Le Bail’s approval was shown in the form of hellfire bellowing up from the pit.

“By the power of Satan, I now confer the possession of each other upon you. Ursula Danforth, do you take this woman, in this world, and the next, unto the fires of hell?” The lawyer spoke, voice echoing through the vast crypt.

“I do.” Ursula suppressed a smirk, giving you a subtle wink as she signed her name in the book.

“And, do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take this woman to be yours, in flesh and spirit, in this world, and the next, unto the fires of hell?”

“I do.” You could hardly tear your eyes from the woman before you as you signed your name in the book as well.

“I now pronounce you, woman, and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

You embraced each other hungrily, tongues swirling in each other’s mouths as the other council members looked on. The only thing that could tear you apart was the lawyer clearing his throat. Despite his better judgment, he smiled at the two of you, so in love and passionate. He handed the signet ring to Ursula, the ring that would give her power over the entire world, and she accepted it gratefully. She turned to you, her hand on your cheek. “You’ve given me the world.”