Castle Mroczna - The Eldest Daughter
Jasmine was filled with dread.
"Run!" she shouted to her friends, though she couldn't see them if she tried; the smoke that seemed to be alive was all over them, swirling around them,
pushing her around
like it had force and presence.
Yet she opted to try and buy time for her friends, attempting to stand her ground, squaring her stance and raising her hands, ready for a fight... if there was any way to fight smoke, that was.
And all the while, that wicked cackling seemed to surround her, several different voices all expressing their cruel glee through laughter.
Jasmine heard footsteps thumping on the floor, going off in all different directions.
She hoped it was her friends making a break for it.
Then the different cackling voices seemed to split off, no doubt to give chase, save one that remained swirling around Jasmine.
It could push her around, disorientate her, give her difficulty breathing, but it seemed limited in what it could reasonably do. She couldn't fight it, but it couldn't hurt her.
So she thought. She decided to push such assumptions aside. Maybe it was just...
playing
with her. Toying with her. The wicked laughter suggested as much.
Then, however, the swirling smoke danced away from Jasmine, finally allowing her to see her surroundings clearly; she was still near the door they'd been trying to unlock, to no avail, when they came under attack.
Her friends were gone, either whisked away or making their escape.
She hoped it was the latter, but she herself wasn't going to run.
She watched as the smoke began twisting like a vortex a few feet in front of her, touching down on the ground... and from it emerged the figure of a cloaked woman, the smoke seemingly being
absorbed
into her, forming her, a few tiny wisps dissipating into nothing as the apparent transformation ended.
The woman was only a bit shorter than Jasmine was, and deeply concealed behind a black but ornate coat, silken gloves and a dark veil that hid her face.
What was exposed was her mouth and lower jaw, twisting into a wicked grin and revealing a set of sharp fangs for canines. The woman had plush but dark red lips, contrasting with her pale skin. Hanging from her neck, over the front of her cloak was a necklace, bearing the seal of House Mroczna, along with a few other smaller, secondary symbols and trinkets.
Jasmine realised it was one of the dark-clad women from the portrait.
She raised her hands, ready for a fight, but this only seemed to amuse the unreal woman before her.
"A
brave
'
intruz
'?" the woman remarked with both some amount of surprise and amusement. "Standing to fight~"
Jasmine didn't answer, she wasn't prepared to give the demon woman any sort of banter. She feared this woman, and dared not give it any edge. She simply grit her teeth and waited for the first move.
The cloaked woman took a step forward, laughing with a manic edge to her voice, she did not seem at all threatened by Jasmine's defiance.
"You can't win," she said. "No thief enters the castle without penance paid~"
Jasmine growled, biting back any remark as she readied herself as the woman continued to slowly and casually step forward.
'Breathe, Jasmine,'
she told herself.
'Stand fast.'
The cloaked woman stopped, and eyed Jasmine up and down. Then she licked her lips in a most provocative manner, somewhere between lusty and hungry. To Jasmine, it passed for crazed.
"Ah, but fate has brought us such
delectable
scoundrels this day! Mother and Sisters will be pleased~"
Jasmine had enough; letting out a shout, she lunged at the woman, taking a fierce swing right at their head.
The woman disintegrated into smoke immediately, vanishing in a burst of black haze that Jasmine stumbled through, her fist connecting with nothing.
She quickly got her feet steady, looking around in panic, eyes wide.
She didn't know where this wretched thing was going to come from... or even if she could
hurt
it.
There was the tiniest of sounds behind her, and there was no time for Jasmine to react, only turning her head just a little before the terrible woman, having reformed behind her, took hold, wrapping one arm around Jasmine's waist and the other up around her chest, firm enough to push Jasmine's clothes into her cleavage, along with the woman's arm, as their hand gripped Jasmine's neck.
She tried to struggle, to break free, but it was an ultimately futile attempt; the smoke woman was terribly strong, far stronger than her slim frame would've suggested.
"You... release me!" Jasmine growled, still struggling all the same, even as she felt the woman's nails carefully angle against the skin of her neck, having discarded the gloves at some point in bursting into smoke.
"My sisters may love a good hunt, but I, as the eldest, must set a good example for them and Mother~ To be quick, decisive~"
Jasmine attempted to kick backwards into the woman's legs, hoping to unsteady her, but that just gave them the opportunity to seize Jasmine's leg and further restrain her.
The woman giggled wickedly, clearly enjoying Jasmine's futile efforts to free herself... then things took a strange and distressing turn when the woman leaned up a little... and took a deep scent up Jasmine's neck.
It chilled Jasmine's blood and made her shiver in fear, feeling violated and exposed. Made worse by the woman's almost drunken giggle as she savoured the aroma.
"Mmm... you smell... delicious~" she said, words devolving into another manic cackle, though now it had a salacious edge to it.
Jasmine began to struggle again, shouting and desperately attempting to break free of this terrible situation, but the demon woman was too strong.
"Hehe, yes, struggle, warm your blood for me~" they remarked, and it only fuelled Jasmine's terror as the hand to her neck shifted upwards in order to grip her chin, allowing the demonic female to tilt it to one side, despite Jasmine's best attempts at breaking free.
Jasmine wasn't used to being the weak one. She wasn't used to being so outclassed, especially from one whose frame was as slender as this monster's.
She felt the woman's breath against her exposed neck, their mouth terribly close, enough that sometimes those soft lips brushed against her.
"A taste... no, a feast~" the woman crooned almost at a whisper, brushing her lips against Jasmine's neck. Jasmine shuddered and whimpered at this invasive touch, especially when she felt a wet tongue slowly and firmly roll across her neck. It made her tingle strangely, but she was still full of fear.
Then came the wet kisses, the terrible woman seemingly showing some sort of perverse affection towards Jasmine, even as the heavier set woman continued to struggle, desperately trying to angle her arms backwards so she could force her assailant off her, but they were just too strong.
And then came the bite.
It was so sudden, so unexpected, it knocked the breath out of Jasmine with a surprised gasp. She didn't even register the pain. And nor did she have a chance to register it, fading quickly and replaced by a strange feeling that began to radiate throughout her body, warming her, tingling her nerves, filling her head with arousal, all when the apparently vampiric woman began to suck and sip Jasmine's blood.
Her struggling weakened at that point, immediately sapped of strength as soon as the vampire began to feed. Fighting through the strange aroused haze that was settling over Jasmine, she recalled the legends. So they were true, a handful of them at least, the fell spirits that dwelt in this castle were vampires, blood drinkers.
None of the ones she could recall mentioned such... reactions. She felt hot in her loins, growing wet in her pants. She tried to control herself, rubbing her thighs together, but it was impossible to stifle a moan that practically creaked out of her mouth.
This seemed to please the vampire, who murmured in delight, soft, thrumming vibrations transferring from their lips into Jasmine's neck.
She let out a shaky whine, her struggles now meek and hopeless as the vampire fed on more of her blood, further deepening the weakness she felt and the arousal that came with it, unnatural and all encompassing.
She felt the vampire slide their hand down her body until it came to the bottom of her attire, and then it slipped beneath, a cool hand grazing along her toned abdomen, Jasmine's diaphragm flinching from the touch, fingertips grazing along the grooves of her muscles, not too developed but not too faint either.