#vampire!natasha

You flinched when you heard the door open. The click and push of the door signified the end of the most peaceful part of your day and the start of something...unpleasant. Natasha was home. 

“Come here.” She ordered from down the hall, voice as cold as it always was since the day your lives endured that drastic change. You knew she hated when you left her waiting even a second longer than necessary, but you still took a moment to take a shaky breath and gently shut the laptop lid before uncrossing your legs and standing up from the bed to cautiously venture down the hall. 

“How was your day?” You asked conversationally from the doorway where you picked at the sleeves of your oversized jumper. It almost sounded like you were a normal couple, cept for the part where you were a nervous wreck in her presence and she ignored you until she wanted something. 

You waited a few moments for a response but when Natasha slumped down on the couch and turned the tv on, you made your way into the kitchen and got her bottle of blood liquor down from the top shelf. You poured the contents from the heavy glass bottle into a matching glass and carefully carried it across the room to your girlfriend. You had split it once and came out of it looking as bad as the rug did. 

You put the glass down on the coffee table in front of her and went to sit beside your girlfriend but she reached out and yanked you to the floor at lightning speed, leaving you kneeling in front of her before you knew what was happening. Natasha didn’t look at you as she took her glass, swivelling the contents lightly as she stared at the screen. You gulped thickly and kept your eyes on the redhead, waiting for her to get bored with whatever was on the TV. 

She sipped on her drink occasionally for ten minutes before finally putting it down and turning her attention to you, piercing eyes glaring at you in an instant. You wanted to curl up in a protective ball and look away to avoid meeting such an intense gaze. She brought her hand up under your chin and turned it to the side so you tilted your head to reveal the abundance of punctures along your neck. Natasha had the power to make them all heal within an hour, but she never did. 

The redhead undid her pant buttons with one hand and pulled them down with her panties enough to show you her glistening folds. “It’s been a frustrating day.” Was all she said when she saw you register her arousal. “Now show me what you’re good for.” 

You were parting your lips the moment she brought your face forwards and closed your eyes as the smell of her arousal became stronger. Your lips enveloped her clit and you felt the muscle flutter in your mouth as you sucked gently. Natasha tugged on your hair as she sighed blissfully and pushed you further into her. You lapped at the throbbing nerve with your tongue before dipping it in and moaning softly against your girlfriend when the overwhelming taste of her wetness attacked your tastebuds. 

You revelled in the breathless pants you got from Natasha and started thrusting your tongue into her cunt. She grinded her hips against your mouth in an attempt to get ahold of the pleasure she was chasing. “Fuck, keep using that slutty mouth on mommy.” She demanded and you whimpered against her as you curled your tongue faster. “That’s my good fucktoy.” 

You were practically putty beneath her as you listened intently to what she said, hanging off of every word. You could feel the burning between your own thighs grow stronger as Natasha’s taste overtook your sense entirely. “Keep your tongue out.” She ordered and you did so instantly. The redhead started to grind against the flat of your tongue and groaned loudly as she gripped your hair so tightly it made your eyes water. 

Her hips stuttered in their movements as her breath got caught in her throat before Natasha gave a deep moan and trembled ever so slightly. She rode out her high with every twitch of her hips and you moaned against her cunt when you tasted her cum dripping down onto your tongue. When she pushed you away you swallowed her liquid and licked your lips to get as much of her as possible. She smirked down at you at the sight. 

“Get up here.” You scrambled back up and straddled Natasha’s lap with eager eyes, waiting to do whatever she asked and fearing any failure to do so. She rubbed her strong hands over your bare thighs and smirked when you shivered from her touch. Her hands were always so cold. 

“You’re pretty when you’re desperate to please.” She mused as she tucked some hair behind your ear. “Precious.” She concluded under her breath, like she was inspecting a piece of fine china that could easily break in the palm of her hand. 

You mewled when Natasha rubbed your clit through your panties, using all of your self control not to buck your hips into her or beg for more. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t have much self control; it was something the older woman loved about playing with you. You were easy to taunt. 

You leaned into her touch and Natasha pulled her fingers away and you whined lowly. You were cut off by a sudden slap to your cheek. The stinging hit you as hard as your girlfriend did and you had to blink a few times to comprehend what she did. “Don’t be so ungrateful.” She spat and roughly pulled your panties to the side before thrusting two fingers into you. 

“Fuck.” You cried out at the sudden force and went to cling onto the redhead but she swatted you away. She worked her fingers inside your pussy ruthlessly and you were hardly able to form any speech. “M’sorry.” Was all you managed. 

“Apologies mean nothing to me, love.” She husked lowly and you whined louder. Her fingers curled perfectly inside you and stroked the back of your cunt. 

“Please.” You moaned, not really sure what you were begging for but knowing you didn’t want the pleasure you were feeling to abruptly end like it usually did with your sadistic girlfriend. She chuckled darkly at you and pushed a third finger inside. You squirmed in her grip and rocked your hips with her movements. 

You could feel your orgasm approaching and you tried to communicate this with Natasha but it seemed all your words were caught up in your throat. “I…” was all you could say. The redhead nibbled at an unharmed area on your neck and sunk her fangs in as you came. You trembled on Natasha’s lap, overcome with too many feelings to handle. You clenched around her fingers as she started to eagerly drink the blood that was flowing from your neck and into her mouth. 

As soon as you came down from your high you were met with the sharp pain of your neck wound and tried to get away from Natasha but she was far too strong. It scared you when she did that as you came, you always came around feeling alarmed. She hissed against your neck when you continued to struggle and smiled when you became weaker and collapsed against her front. 

“Guess you’re good for more than just eating pussy.” She grinned against you as you passed out in her arms. “Just a little blood bank for me to drain whenever I want.”

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As you stumble through a dirt road, the moonlight barely covered the canopy of trees above you, you don't know where you're going but you follow the eerie casts of shadows along the path. Your vision was blurring, and off and on again feeling. Your strength was weary. You felt like you were on the brink of collapsing, you got to keep moving you hear the faint voices, you don't know if they're in your head or if they were actually on your tails. a small glimmer of light through the thick darkness of trees. An old manor, the exterior majestic yet cold and dark in the distance. you don't have time to be picky, this would have to do until the morning, if you even make it. With the last of your strength, you force yourself towards the manor. This is your glimmer of hope, if you could just reach it, maybe, just maybe, you could find safety. The building is old and imposing, the stones weathered over time. would anyone still be living here? there is no sight of a vehicle or any signs of life that would possibly live in this manor but that doesn't deter you from going forward.

You reach the front steps of the manor, the cold stone against our bare foot sends a shiver through your body. your hand trembles as you raise it to knock on the massive ornate door. The effort was too much, and as your knuckles tapped against the wood, your vision darkened. Your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the pavement, unconscious.

Wanda’s keen ears picked up the sound, and she felt the need to investigate. Curiosity peaked by the rare occurrence of someone stupid enough to even travel this deep into the darkness. As she opened the door, the sight before her ws jarring. An unconscious being on the doorstep, body battered, and bruised. Wanda’s heart went to the unknown person. Without hesitation, she gently lifted you and brought you inside the manor. Her intent was to lay you on the lounge chair in the corner of the room, however those plans were cut short when she’s faced with an angry redhead. “Anya.” Wanda cannot hide her expression of surprise. She knows this is wrong, she knows there will be consequences but yet, she still can't find it in her heart to ignore the sight in front of her, the need and desperation of your lifeless being. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I-” Anya doesn’t let her finish her sentence. Anya circles around your body barely glancing at you as all of her attention and hostility is aimed at Wanda right now. “It was obviously rhetorical Wands. That is already drained, what use is it to any of us? I’m not really fond of food someone else has played with already and neither is she.” 

“Anya is right, you need to dispose of it.” Maria appears making her distaste known for the choice she just made, this isn't the first time she’s been teased or taunted for helping a human. Nursing them back to health. Wanda has a need to do good. She yearns for it after a lifetime and her past of being corrupt. She still hasn't fully recovered from it, still waking up in cold sweats at night on the rare occasion when she is able to get some sleep. Wanda stands her ground, she's not budging on this, she can't, she won't allow herself to simply let you die without at least trying to save your life. She has to try. It's in her heart, in her nature to maintain life.

“Save your ignorance for a second, she’s beaten.” Wanda seethes as she tries to assess your wounds. Anya rolls her eyes and shares a look with Maria. The two of them would rarely be on the same accord but tonight just so happens to be the night where they team up against you.  “She will not like this Wanda, it’s best to dispose of it and put it out of its misery. It’ll be dead in less than an hour tops.” Maria attempts to soften her response this time. Unlike Anya Maria does have a small soft spot for Wanda. She’s not a bitch 24 hours of the day to everyone else.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor can barely be heard from your end, everything is muffled as if you were under water. Your body is on fire, your mouth is numbing, no feeling of your own blood leaking from your mouth as you lay frozen against the cold marble floors. Your one good eye is still no use as your vision is blurred. You don’t get a good look at anything or anyone. You only see the color of black surfacing from the shadows within this room and a spec of auburn red. The loud clicks of high heels do nothing but create more tension in your brain. You close your eyes in hopes of it going away, in hopes of your body miraculously healing faster.