He's smiling at her, stretched out along the edge of her nest, shirtless in soft black pajama pants.

Oh. Okay.

The reasonable thing to believe would be that he… tricked her, somehow, into believing the vampire thing, took advantage of her heightened emotions or something, and carried her off to his apartment where he's going to, what, keep her as a pet? Murder her? He murdered her last night and it was the best night of her life. She really wouldn't mind if he wanted to do it again.

Somehow, though, she doesn't think that's really what happened.

"…hi," she says. "Is this—um—"

He pauses to see if she's going to finish that sentence, then laughs softly and reaches to pet her hair. "I figured out resurrection, if that's what you mean."

She almost flinches from his touch, but then leans into it a little. He's so gentle. And the way he looks at her, like—like she's where his heart lives. It's amazing. Maybe a little frightening, but in a good way.

"Um," she says, intelligently. "Wow. Uh. …If I ask 'how' am I going to be able to even begin to understand the answer…"

"I can give you the short version," he offers.

"Sure."

"Well."

His hand rests on her cheek. It's not really cold, but it's not really warm either. It's… a Tas temperature. He was like that last night, too. However long ago last night was.

"People have lifeforce. That's what vampires eat, that's what you were feeling when I bit you. And I, well, had all your lifeforce. That wasn't enough to get you back all by itself, but it meant I had somewhere to start when I went and got a whole lot of exciting new magic."

Oh is that what that was. She brings a hand to her neck, notices the movement too late to stop it, and blushes. Her neck… does not feel bitten, not even slightly. She remembers quite a lot of biting. Point in favour of the 'this is real' theory? Or does it just mean she imagined more of last night than she thought?

"Um. Wow," she says, and then realizes she said that already ten seconds ago, and blushes some more. "I—wow. You're… why? Why me? I can't possibly be the most interesting person you've ever… eaten."

"Don't sell yourself short," he says, smiling that smile at her. "I'd have a hard time naming any serious competitors. You're a real treat, Lynne."

Right, yes. Lynne. Is the name he knows her by. It's not a bad name, really. And she wasn't especially attached to the other one. She can be Lynne.

Lynne wiggles slightly, made restless by the weight of his gaze. Is it possible to be uncomfortably happy? So flattered it almost feels like being insulted? That's kind of where she's at right now.

"So - do you - how long has it been, even?"

"About six hundred years. A lot of stuff has happened. You don't have to get caught up all at once; I plan to let you take it easy, first day of the new life and all."

"Six hundred—?!"

She sits up—she tries to sit up, and struggles to free herself from the blankets, and succeeds after an embarrassingly long few seconds.

The… bed…? is a circular pillow-lined platform in the middle of a room with more than four walls. Eight, maybe? Looks like eight. The walls are done up in a really nice cream wallpaper with some kind of faint pattern, and there's actual marble columns set into every corner, and to one side there's a closed door - no, double doors, with an arched top - and on the opposite side a slightly more reasonable-looking glass door with airy white curtains slightly obscuring the view of the balcony on the other side. There's nothing visible beyond the railing except a cloud-strewn blue sky. It's sunny out; everything is bright and warm. She blinks and looks back at Tas.

"Don't vampires—um, sunlight—?"

He laughs, looking up at her from his cozy sprawl. "Yeah. That used to be a big problem for me. I still don't like the sun much, but I can go out in it just fine these days."

"It doesn't… look like 2600," she says slowly. "No flying cars. No hellish dystopian government. Or is there? If there is you should eat me again." She half-smiles as she says it, not fully certain of whether or not she's joking.

"The flying cars are debatable, actually. The hellish dystopian government… well, I guess that depends what you consider a hellish dystopia."

"Wow, comforting," she says dryly.

"Well, right now we're on… I'm trying to think of a better way to describe it than 'the sex planet'… we're on another planet, and for complicated historical reasons it ended up being colonized by a company that makes weird porn, so now they run this entire planet to make their weird porn on, and it's actually a pretty nice place to live but you kind of have to be careful when and where you go out if you don't want to run into any weird porn."

"…could be worse," she acknowledges. "Could definitely also be better, but could be worse. Okay. So what are you doing here? Vampire porn?"

He smiles crookedly. "Among other things, yes."

".........if we are being filmed right now—" she says, pulling the blanket up around herself in a jolt of intense self-consciousness as her lack of clothes takes on a sudden relevance. A hot flush rises in her cheeks.

He shakes his head. "No, of course not. I wouldn't bring you back straight into that. ...it'd be kind of fun, if you wanted to, but I'm not gonna do that kind of thing without asking."

"Oh. Okay. Okay. Good." She relaxes, at least partly. Why did she say 'okay' twice? Was that really necessary? It was not. Ugh.

Tas moves closer again, curls up around her, and puts his head in her blanket-covered lap.

...she's distracted from her social anxiety by how cute that is. "Aww," she says. "What. There's been a mistake. I ordered a sexy scary vampire, and I got this floppy-eared puppy."

He giggles. "Oh no!" he says, hugging her. "That's terrible! Something ought to be done about it."

She smiles, and ruffles his hair. "Well. Maybe not immediately. The puppy is growing on me."

"Good." He nuzzles her leg. "Being a sexy scary vampire all the time would be exhausting. Sometimes you just gotta flop."

Lynne bursts into helpless giggles. "Oh you're - you're too cute!" She leans down to hug him, folding herself awkwardly over her own lap, but caught up in the moment like this she hardly even minds her own gracelessness.

He hugs back, laughing delightedly, and then pulls her down into the nest with him so they can snuggle more comfortably.

Oh. Goodness. He - can still just move her around like that, yes, that makes perfect sense, he hasn't stopped being a vampire or anything. In fact he's apparently gotten even more powerful, what with raising the dead being a thing he can do now.

She wraps her arms around him and presses her face against his chest and there is absolutely no way he isn't perfectly aware of how scared and turned on and nervous and conflicted she is. She's such a mess. Why does he even like her.

He pets her hair and cuddles her and doesn't say anything about her reaction one way or another.

He's so good. No he isn't, he's a rapist and a murderer - he has technically done at least one and arguably both of those things to her - and she's fucked up for liking him. Maybe she wouldn't like him so much if he wasn't significantly nicer to her than anyone else she's ever met. Is that what 'grooming' is? Just be really nice to someone with really low standards and then they'll beg you to fuck them to death? Ugh, she's so pathetic.

"Hey," he murmurs. "You okay?"

She sighs. "I'm a mess, but I'm not any more of a mess than usual."

"Mm." Pet pet. "Do you want anything? Breakfast? More snuggles?"

She bites her lip again - ugh why is she like this - but then nods, decisively. "You know what, yes. Breakfast and snuggles. That sounds fantastic."

He laughs, and hugs her, and sits up. The round bowl of the nest/bed shifts, folding up into a curve like the tall arch of an ocean wave. There is a small pillowvalanche. Tas settles back against the newly upright section and draws Lynne gently into his lap, and once she's comfortably seated, he conjures a bowl of assorted fruits.

She doesn't even recognize some of those. Are they space fruits? Is it safe to eat space fruits? Whatever. She's just gonna go with it. She leans back against him and eats his magic fruit. Nearly all of it is delicious, although the blue-black cherries are a little too sour and the white melon-ball-ish things are weirdly bland and crunchy.

Tas hugs her with one arm and holds the fruit bowl steady in her lap with the other. He doesn't say anything.

It's... comfortable. Weirdly comfortable. Like the moment in a movie when somebody's about to say 'quiet... too quiet'. Nothing's actually wrong but the fact of nothing being wrong is enough to put her a little on edge.

Tas is very cozy, though.

She finishes the bowl of fruit; there are two blue cherries and a melon ball left in the bottom when she's done. She looks down at them and tries to decide whether this is the sort of situation where you finish everything to be polite, and then tries to decide exactly how ridiculous it is that that's her first instinct when cuddled in the lap of an immortal vampire who personally brought her back from the dead because he liked her so much. Like, at what point does she stop feeling like she needs to tread carefully and justify her existence at every turn? If he didn't want her around he wouldn't have resurrected her, and if he changes his mind about whether she should be alive he has a solution to that.

The bowl and its rejected fruits all neatly vanish, and Tas wraps both his arms around her and nuzzles the top of her head. "You're lovely," he murmurs. "I missed you."

"You knew me for six hours!" she protests incredulously.

"They were a very memorable six hours!" Hug. "You're - I like you. I like the way you think, the way you talk, the way you - I don't know how to put it - you're so aware of things. And it's amazing how you're so into the vampire thing. And... I liked killing you. I liked it even more than I expected to. I liked that I could make it nice, I liked that it could be romantic, I liked that the things I wanted and the things you wanted were so close together I hardly even had to try to make it the best night of your life. It would've been worth trying a lot harder. I... I'm really glad I could give you that. If you ask me to kill you again, I'm going to be sad because I want you around, but happy because I'll get to be extravagant about it."

"...oh," she says, squirming slightly in his lap. He's... so sincere, so genuine. It really feels like he just means every word he says, no tricks. Are there even people like that? Maybe thousand-year-old magical vampires get to transcend human nature as well as physics. "Um." She should think of some sort of coherent response. "Thank... you?"

He laughs softly and hugs her some more. "You're really cute, you know that?"

"I just - I don't know how to deal with someone being this nice to me!"

"Relax and enjoy it?" he suggests.

She snorts. "You say that like it's supposed to be easy. Relaxing and enjoying things has never been my specialty."

"Aww." He pets her hair. "Maybe I can help with that."

"You are pretty good at making me enjoy things."

She squirms a little, remembering how it felt to have the life drained out of her, how he could just effortlessly hold her down and force her to orgasm for an hour straight. It's admittedly super hot, but... she's kind of nervous, thinking about it. She seems to have put herself in a position where he is implicitly invited to make her enjoy anything she doesn't quite want or can't ask for or agree to but would still like if it happened... and it's not even that she necessarily objects to that kind of thing on principle... but she doen't think she wants to be made to enjoy anything particularly intense right now. And she's really not sure how to say so.

He smiles, remembering, and cuddles her. "It's a lot of fun. You're so pretty when you're desperately struggling to escape." Snuggle. "I look forward to doing it again sometime."

...okay, so she doesn't have to worry about it now, at least. She tells herself not to be disappointed, because being disappointed that he independently decided not to rape her just as she was gearing up to try to figure out how to tell him she might not want him to would be so stupid. She actually doesn't want to be fucked by an unstoppably powerful vampire right now, even though being fucked by an unstoppably powerful vampire is really hot and arguably even hotter when she's not sure she wants it.

"...yeah," she says, after an awkwardly long pause. "I'd - I'd like that. Sometime." Oh for fuck's sake, now she sounds like she's trying to politely tell him never to do it again. Why is she such a mess and so bad at everything. What idiot would think bringing her back to life was a good idea.

The idiot in question pets her hair and holds her and doesn't do anything overtly or even covertly sexual, although the lap she's snuggled up in does at this point have... certain attributes.

It's a very nice lap. Boner and all. Actually it's oddly flattering that he's turned on right now, and oddly comforting that he's not doing anything about it. She feels desirable but not oppressively desired.

He stays like that for a while. The sun sinks into view in the sky beyond the balcony. It's not quite the right sun - a little too big, a little too pale - but it's definitely an example of the type.

"Does sunlight on random planets do the thing to vampires?" she wonders. "And why does starlight not, if so?"

"I haven't gotten around to confirming this, but I think it has to be a mostly-Earthlike sun with inhabited planets. Or maybe one that's ever had inhabited planets, or that has planets that have ever been inhabited? There aren't so many inhabited systems floating around that I could do much investigating, and I've only actually been to two of them. Anyway, this one counts, but I am very magic and don't need to worry about it."

...she makes it almost all the way through listening to that incredible paragraph without bursting out laughing, but 'only actually been to two of them' does her in. She hugs his arm and giggles uproariously.

He laughs, too, hugging her. "What? What'd I say?"

"You just—" Giggle. "You. I don't know. The way you say things. It's—it's good."

"Thanks!" He nuzzles her hair affectionately. "I like the way you say things too."

"The way I say things is dumb and bad," she says without even really thinking about it, and then winces because, case in point, that came out so stark and depressing and not-even-funny and sounding like a transparent fishing expedition—

"Is not," he says playfully, and beeps her nose.

—and she bursts out laughing again. "What! You! What!"

Tas giggles triumphantly.

"You're ridiculous," she says, splutter-giggling. "You—this is not appropriate vampire behaviour and I demand my money back."

"Nope," he says, nuzzling her. "I'm adorable, and you're just gonna have to live with that until you decide to stop."

She hugs his arm tighter, feeling giddy and bubbly and kind of overhelmed. She hasn't felt this happy, or this safe, in... she can't even remember. It's really good. She wants to cuddle this bizarrely dorky, possibly all-powerful magical vampire for the entire rest of time, so that nothing bad ever happens again and the only flaw in her otherwise perfect existence is the occasional mediocre space fruit.

And that seems... almost plausible, actually? He's bound to have other things to do with his time, but... he's immortal. He can raise the dead and has demonstrated a willingness to do so. She could just... snuggle him a lot, and then maybe die again for a while if he gets too busy for cuddles, and then come back and snuggle him some more, forever.

She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and curls up comfortably in his lap. He's really very cozy for such a room-temperature person.

He pets her hair and cuddles her.

"I—I'm glad you brought me back," she murmurs shyly.

...He squeezes her shoulder, just a little too tightly, like what he really wanted to do was scoop her up and hug her with all his strength but he noticed that that would be a bad idea and is imperfectly restraining himself.

"Good."

...aww. Aww. She shrugs her shoulder out of his bruising grip after a moment, but hugs his knee to let him know she's not mad. They're cute bruises.

"Sorry," he says wryly, and kisses the affected shoulder. "I just—I want to keep you forever and I'm going to be so, so glad of however much time I get."

He sounds so breathtakingly genuine that she has to hug his knee much harder and press her face against it, overcome by emotion.

The way he hugs her, gentle but with a kind of tension to it, feels pretty emotional too.

Yeah. Yeah. That's... yeah. That's Tas. He really is like this. He gave her the best night of her life and then gave her the end of her life, and now he's giving her a fresh start. And he cares, in that strange unbelievable intense genuine way. She's not sure she's ever been cared about like that before.

She settles into his lap and closes her eyes contentedly.

He holds her and pets her and... cares.

...eventually, though...

"Um," she says, "where's the bathroom?"

He chuckles. "Just through there," he says, pointing at the double doors opposite the balcony. "First on your left."

She kisses him on the cheek and disentangles herself from the nest-bed and gets up and goes to the bathroom. It's a perfectly recognizable bathroom and does not look like it belongs on a space future porn planet at all. Maybe he had it built especially for his resurrection project. Vampire porn is probably pretty lucrative on space future porn planets, right?

Anyway. Back to the cuddle nest.

Tasfal is talking to a holographic projection as she leaves the bathroom. "—yeah, I'll talk to you later." The projection flickers out before she has a chance to see the face.

"Who were you talking to?" she wonders as she climbs back into bed.

"So, this is the part where it gets weird," he begins.

She snorts. "Ah yes. This. The part where it gets weird. As opposed to all of the other things that have happened since I met you, none of which were weird in the slightest."

—he cracks up.

She giggles and scoots over into his lap.

He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head. "You're adorable. No, really, though. This is the part where it gets weird in a totally new way, different from all the weird things that came before it."

"Go on."

"That was Serafin on the phone," he says. "And Serafin is... me?"

"What, like... your space future porn planet clone?"

He giggles again. "No. Not exactly. More like... I came to Earth in the 1600s, from a different world where magic exists, and on Earth in the 1600s it didn't. And then hundreds of years later, right around when space exploration was starting to reach as far as other star systems, Serafin was born. And he has my face and my personality—though just to make everything that little bit weirder, his parents were nothing like my parents—and when he was around the age I was when I was turned into a vampire, he got on a spaceship and came to the porn planet and did some really ill-advised things that ended up giving him immense magical power. We didn't meet until a couple hundred years after that, though, when I finally came here to see what all the fuss was about, and somebody mistook me for him and suggested we should meet."

"...all right," she concedes, "I will grant you that that is very differently weird."

He smiles crookedly. "Yeah. Anyway, sometimes we do weird porn together, and we share interesting magic with each other."

"Two of you. Doing weird porn together. My goodness," she marvels, blushing slightly. "That must be a sight to see."

He grins. "We could watch some, if you want."

...she blushes harder. "Oh. Wow. Um. Wow. ...maybe?"

He laughs and hugs her. "Up to you! It's really hot, though."

"Is it, um... the two of you, or..."

"There's pretty much always at least one more person. We're not especially into each other but we're very into sharing."

Blush blush blush. "That, um. That sounds... really good."

"Really good to watch," he asks, grinning down at her, "or really good to be part of?"

She hides her extremely warm pink face against his chest. "Both," she says, muffled.

He wraps his arms around her and giggles into her hair. "I can't wait to introduce you. But actually I can, and I want to wait until you're feeling settled enough for it."

...she contemplates this for a moment, and then says, into his chest, "You know, I bet I'd find watching porn of the two of you pretty settling."

He kisses the top of her head. "You're going to have to take your face off of me for that. Unless you'd rather just listen to us fuck some poor girl within an inch of her life."

She wiggles, curling up in his lap. The memory of Tas fucking her like that is fresh in her mind. It makes her blush and shiver and kind of maybe wish she could meet Serafin right this minute.

But actually she's pretty sure she doesn't want to do that, and watching porn of them first is, in addition to being hot, also very sensible. She uncurls and scoots toward the edge of the bed.

Tas scoops her back into his lap, very casually, with one arm that ends up settled around her waist.

"We can watch it here," he says. "The future's good for that sort of thing."

And now she's blushing even harder and her heart is racing and she kind of wants him to pin her to this bed and take her right this minute and she also kind of really doesn't want that at all.

He smirks slightly and kisses the top of her head again, and with a flick of his fingers a screen appears, hovering in the air over the bed in front of them. It's dark.

"So, approximately what genre do you want, here?" he wonders. "Emphasis on vampire, emphasis on rape...?"

She wiggles nervously. "Um—I think—how much of this is there, how specific is it reasonable to get—"

"You tell me what you want and I'll tell you how close to it I can get you," he says, petting her hair.

"I—I want—" She bites her lip and rubs her scarlet cheeks and takes a deep breath and says more firmly, "I want to watch you fuck some poor girl within an inch of her life—I want to watch you rape some poor girl within an inch of her life, making—making her as helpless as you made me—and then I want to see you all cuddling happily afterward because she loved it."

He wraps his arms around her and squeezes gently. "Wouldn't you know it," he says, "that's one of my favourite genres too."

Another flick of his fingers brings up a menu, which he browses with lazy gestures that nevertheless make the pictures go by faster than Lynne can properly track them. Finally, a still frame of video fills the screen: a richly decorated room, with a massive curtained bed—not unlike the one Lynne died in—and a woman sleeping curled up in it, wrapped cozily in wine-red blankets.

She watches the screen and shivers, then nods.

He kisses the top of her head, flicks his fingers one more time, and then settles back with his arms wrapped around her waist. The movie begins to play.

At first she hardly moves, only stirring gently in her sleep, to the point where it's hard to tell it's playing at all. But then Tas steps into the frame—or is it Serafin? Hard to tell—and climbs carefully onto the bed, moving slowly so as not to disturb her. He's naked, and his cock stirs to hardness as he pulls the blanket gently off her naked body and leans over to roll her onto her back.

She doesn't wake until he's inside her, and then she whimpers and struggles, and he pins her to the bed with a hand around her throat and fucks her harder while she kicks and sobs. It's a surprisngly unromanticized depiction, the way she fights harder and harder and then finally gives up and lies limply with tears running down her reddened face. The cinematography is unobtrusively exquisite; it gives a clear sense of the mood and action of each moment without getting in the way with flashy tricks.

He comes inside her, pauses for a moment to run his hands over her ample chest, then leans down and murmurs in her ear, "I've got a treat for you this morning."

She shivers nervously. The shot pulls back to show the whole bed again, and Tas walks into the frame—and this time it is Tas; something about the way he moves makes it obvious, a grace and poise echoed but not flawlessly repeated in Serafin. He, too, is naked.

Also, when he grins at the girl on the bed, he has obvious fangs.

The girl on the bed whimpers in fear.

Lynne finds herself echoing the sound, and feeling a faint reflection of the emotion that produced it.

Serafin sits at the head of the bed, leans back against the wall, drags the girl's head into his lap, and shoves his still-hard cock in her mouth. She chokes and splutters. Tas climbs onto the bed behind her, pulls her up onto her hands and knees, and rams his cock into her cunt from behind. She makes a muffled sound of pain and then chokes some more. Somehow, she manages to draw sufficient breath to sustain consciousness as the two of them rape her vigorously from each end.

It's not long before Serafin comes again; he holds her head down for it, and doesn't let her up until her face is red and she looks about to pass out. The whole time, he's smiling down at her, a smile of confident, faintly amused affection with just a hint of danger.

It's a good smile. Lynne finds herself squirming slightly in Tas's lap, watching that smile and thinking about what it would be like to have it directed at her.

The girl coughs weakly and has to lick her lips and swallow a few times to avoid drooling all over Serafin's crotch. He keeps his hand in her hair, stroking gently with his fingertips. and when she's just about recovered he closes the hand and twists, putting painful tension on her hair. She cries out, and at just that moment Tas comes inside her, and she looks like she very nearly follows him over the edge. Not quite, though.

She's panting and trembling as Tas withdraws. He puts his hand between her legs and gives her a light, gentle caress that somehow provokes a visible full-body shiver. Then he slaps her ass lightly, making her cry out again. Serafin pulls her hair, and she presses her face against his stomach and moans. Tas slides two fingers into her, and she whimpers while he fucks her with them. It's hard to tell, at this point, how much she's into it and how much she isn't. The feelings seem pretty thoroughly mixed.

Then Tas and Serafin exchange a glance, and Tas wraps his hands around her thighs and turns her over onto her back, while Serafin adjusts his grip to keep hold of her hair as she turns. She looks fearfully down the bed at the vampire between her legs. He grins, showing another flash of fang, and leans down and bites her inner thigh.

The video very clearly displays the fact that absolutely no one is touching anything within three inches of her crotch as she gasps, moans, struggles briefly, and then shudders and arches her back. Her very loud, very obvious orgasm goes on for a solid minute. A single drop of blood escapes Tasfal's lips to run down her thigh.

Lynne bites her lip and fights the urge to touch herself. Then she decides that fighting the urge to touch herself is stupid, and, blushing furiously, leans back in Tas's lap and spreads her legs and puts her hand between them.

Tas kisses the top of her head and adjusts his hold on her to get his arms out of her way, and doesn't try to interfere directly in the proceedings at all.

She appreciates this man so much.

In the video, Tas finally raises his head. The woman goes limp, breathing hard.

Serafin slides out from under her, and they switch places, sort of. Now she's lying back with her head on a pillow, Tas sitting next to it and petting her hair, and Serafin leaning down to lick blood from the open wound on her thigh—she shudders hard—before he settles between her legs to fuck her again.

She struggles this time, weakly. Tasfal twines his fingers in her hair and gives it a playful tug, then a harder one that makes her gasp. She flinches every time Serafin's weight comes down on the wound in her thigh, and after a few of those she spreads her legs wide, looking ashamed and defeated. Serafin grins down at her and fucks her harder, and she closes her eyes and trembles.

It's hard to tell if Serafin comes in her again. It looks like he does, but he doesn't bother withdrawing, just slows down and then speeds up again. Tas, meanwhile, shifts around to lean down and get his teeth in her neck.

She thrashes, whimpering loudly. Either she's fighting desperately or she's having an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm. Quite possibly both. Serafin keeps fucking her, and keeps fucking her, and keeps fucking her, while she heaves and flails and looks startlingly close to throwing them off—until Tas just puts a hand on her stomach and presses down firmly, and she thumps back down onto the bed and stays there.

Serafin comes inside her, for somewhere between the third and fifth time. Tas takes his mouth off her neck, and Serafin withdraws, and she collapses onto the bed like an untethered marionette. She looks utterly exhausted.

Lynne watches all this and bites her lip and wriggles and touches herself. It's amazingly hot. When Tas holds the girl down one-handed, Lynne moans. When they both pull away, she wonders for a moment if it's going to be over—it can't be over, can it? Not so soon. They've got to be planning something more.

They are definitely planning something more.

Tas kisses the bite on her neck; it heals at his touch. They trade places again, and this time Serafin hauls her up into his lap, holding her with her legs spread and her back against his chest, his arms around her waist.

(Lynne can't help seeing certain parallels to how she's sitting with Tas. She shivers.)

In the video, Tas puts his face to the woman's crotch and licks her. At first she barely reacts, but then she starts to shiver—tremble—shake—and Tas puts his hands on her knees to hold them apart while she moans and struggles weakly.

Then he takes his mouth away, slides his fingers into her cunt, and sinks his fangs into her remaining unmarked thigh.

She goes wild again, but struggling against her captors' strength gains her nothing but bruises. Her desperate moans of agonized pleasure bring that smile back to Serafin's face, and he kisses the top of her head and gives her waist an affectionate squeeze while she claws ineffectually at Tas's head and shoulders. Somehow the cameras find an angle that shows the way she's clenching on Tas's fingers over and over while he drinks.

The sight brings back memories. They're very good memories. Lynne puts her other hand on top of the first for leverage and rubs her clit hard and fast, moaning very quietly.

When Tas lifts his head again, the two bleeding wounds on the girl's inner thighs make a very pretty picture, artistically not-quite-symmetrical. He licks his lips and keeps fingering her as her orgasmic shudders slowly subside.

Then, when she's gone calm and limp and still again, he pulls his hand out of her and positions himself at her entrance. She closes her eyes and turns her face away and makes a small plaintive sound in the back of her throat, but doesn't offer any further resistance when he starts to fuck her, even though she flinches with every thrust as the impact jars her bitten thighs.

Lynne watches, and thinks about being helpless in Serafin's arms, being caught and held and taken and devoured, being fucked like that, hurt like that, and then she whimpers and wriggles and comes, gasping and panting.

Tas kisses the top of her head. "You're beautiful," he murmurs. "I could watch you do that all day."

She blushes and scoots back a little to get properly into his lap again, stopping with a squeak when his erection nudges the small of her back.

(Wait, was he always naked? She remembers pajama pants existing at some point. They were very soft. Were they magical vanishing pajama pants? You know what, for once in her life she is just not going to worry about it.)

In the video, Tas and Serafin are not remotely done with their prize.

Tas keeps fucking her, getting rougher by the minute. When he finally comes, they're both streaked with blood from the bites on her thighs. He moves away—and Serafin immediately pulls the girl up higher in his lap and fills her with his cock. She whimpers helplessly as he wraps his hands around her waist, and then he yanks her down and lifts her up again over and over, a casual display of immense strength and control.

Lynne only just came and already she's starting to feel aroused again. She squirms slightly and scoots back in Tas's lap, and this time enjoys the feeling of his cock nudging her back and then sliding up her spine.

He hugs her gently, holding her against him so his erection is trapped between them.

Tas in the video is watching with a smile as Serafin bounces the woman effortlessly in his lap. When Serafin comes, Tas doesn't give her a moment to catch her breath; he grabs her by the back of her neck, drags her forward, and sinks his fangs into her throat.

She whimpers and moans and flails, and gets nowhere, and Serafin strokes her thighs and idly plays with the bite marks, squeezing them and trailing his fingers through the blood. His cock stirs to renewed hardness, and he moves up behind the woman to fuck her again.

"This is really hot," Lynne murmurs quietly.

"It really is," Tas agrees. "I like that girl. We've done this to her a few more times since then and she gets the most amazing smile when we're done, you'll see."

She squirms slightly. She can feel Tas's erection against her back, and it feels very... present, very relevant, especially while she watches Tas and Serafin onscreen raping that stranger together. She can very clearly recall what it's like to have Tas's fangs in her neck, Tas's cock in her cunt, to be held so effortlessly in place for him, to be fucked and to know that being fucked is as inevitable and inarguable as gravity. And she feels Tas's arms around her and his hard cock pressing against her and she wants—and she's not quite sure, this time, whether it's the kind of wanting that she should listen to or the other kind—

In the video, the woman shudders helplessly in Tas's arms, gasping and moaning and flinching from the force of Serafin's thrusts. When he comes inside her and withdraws, an impressive amount of accumulated semen spills out in his wake and mingles with the blood on her thighs.

Lynne squirms again, watching them. Do they really just fuck all day? Isn't there something more interesting they could be doing? Maybe not. Maybe there's nothing they like better than pinning a girl down and raping her to exhaustion together. Maybe they're happy to spend all their time ganging up on helpless mortals.

...she puts her hand between her legs again and slides two fingers into herself.

Tas takes his fangs out of the woman's neck and pulls her closer, trailing kisses and fanged nibbles down her neck and chest. She ends up sprawled on her back with her legs wide apart, panting heavily, whimpering every time she feels his fangs.

Serafin, watching them, wraps his hand around his cock.

It's surprisingly attractive, watching Serafin touch himself. Lynne wants him to look at her like that, like she's sexy and gorgeous and fuckable. She bites her lip and squeezes her fingers and keeps watching.

There's kind of a lot of blood by this point; Tas's fangs are sharp. The cuts are all shallow, though, and the blood doesn't show too badly against the vivid red of the blankets.

Tas kisses his way back up to her neck, gets his teeth in her again, and starts fucking her, hard and fast and violent, while she squirms weakly and makes soft desperate noises. Serafin watches them and strokes himself.

Oh wow that's good. That's really good. This whole thing has been good but this bit is especially good.

Tas comes, and rolls off her, and Serafin takes his place with barely a pause. He's rougher, less controlled; she's more clearly in pain under him. He seems to like it that way.

Lynne definitely likes it that way. She loves Tas's perfect grace, but she finds herself wanting Serafin's casual violence. She doesn't—quite—like pain for its own sake, but she thinks she'd like pain the way these two would give it to her.

Also, the number of times they have each fucked this girl is starting to get a little ridiculous. They're like a two-man gangbang. It's... honestly the exact right balance point between the energy of a gangbang and the intimacy of one-on-one sex. Wow she really wants this. She should... not ask Tas to call Serafin right now, no, that would definitely be too much... but maybe...

She whimpers indecisively. She wants Tas to fuck her while she watches this, but she remembers definitely not wanting that and she isn't sure whether the change is legitimate. Will she regret it if she asks him to? Will she regret it if she doesn't? She knows she definitely appreciates how he's just letting her do her own thing and cuddling her but not trying to join in. Even though he's very very obviously hard, and his cock rubs against her back every time she moves, and she's been doing a fair amount of moving, and, wow, that's really hot—

(He kisses the top of her head.)

In the video, Serafin comes, panting, and kisses the girl's torn and bloody throat, and moves aside to let Tas take another turn. Tas bites her shoulder, and it's clear to anyone who's felt his vampire magic that he's using it again, even though she's so exhausted that she's barely capable of reacting to the flood of pleasure.

Lynne whimpers and bites her lip and moves her hand faster, wriggling in Tas's lap.

Tas cuddles her gently.

She moans and shudders and comes, watching porn-Tas rape his helpless captive and imagining herself in the woman's place.

Porn-Tas finishes, and kisses the bite mark he left on her neck, healing it. Then he does the same with the other marks he's left there over the course of this video, and starts methodically kissing away all the miscellaneous cuts all over her body. Serafin, meanwhile, puts his hand between her legs and fingers her lazily. She whimpers.

Tas lets her keep the bite marks in her thighs.

Lynne wriggles. She feels warm everywhere Tas is touching her, even though Tas himself is the same temperature as the blankets. She wants—she wants—she finds herself pressing up and back into Tas's lap, half-consciously trying to get his cock inside her.

Tas wraps his arms around her and squeezes firmly, trapping her in place so she can't slide any higher.

"Watch the video," he murmurs in her ear. "If you still want me afterward, I'll be more than happy to pin you to the bed and fuck you senseless."

Well that's incredibly hot on every conceivable level and she's just gonna go right back to touching herself now.

The video continues. Now Tas is nibbling delicately on the woman's neck, just barely scratching her and then licking the blood away and starting fresh, while Serafin forces pleasure on her with his mouth and his hands. She trembles helplessly, unable to do anything but feel what they want her to feel.

Speaking of things that are incredibly hot on every conceivable level.

She fills the air with soft stifled whimpers and moans, shaking with pleasure and fear.

"Gorgeous, isn't she?" murmurs Tas. "Almost as gorgeous as you. I'm going to love introducing you to Serafin."

Lynne bites her lip and whimpers.

Tas holds the woman down while Serafin fucks her. Then they trade places. Then they trade places again. There are bruises beginning to show on her hips and ribs and shoulders and thighs, the marks of ungentle hands.

And finally, when she's dazed and exhausted and trembling uncontrollably and looks barely lucid—

Tas wraps his arms around her and sinks his fangs into her neck, and Serafin rapes her violently while she whimpers and cries, and then Tas takes his mouth away and heals the bite with a kiss, and Serafin leans down without pulling out and kisses her gently on the lips.

"Show's over," he murmurs. "For now."

She relaxes slowly, with a long, blissful moan. Serafin pulls out, and then he and Tas cuddle her, one on either side.

Her smile, when it finally dawns, is utterly radiant.

The video fades out on a closeup of that smile, framed by Tas and Serafin each affectionately nuzzling one of her shoulders.

"Wow," says Lynne. "Wow. I—wow. That was incredible."

Also she is still very horny and still has both hands on her crotch, and now she's blushing about it.

Tas kisses the top of her head. "I know," he agrees, smiling fondly. "Isn't she so good? I think my favourite thing in the world is people who really, really love it when I hold them down for kinky violent vampire sex."

Lynne wiggles, blushing harder.

He loosens his arms around her, then scoops her up and turns her around to sit astride his lap so he can kiss her.

She kind of melts.

He hugs his blissful moaning armful of Lynne and says, "Still want me to fuck you?"

She really, really, really does, but—

"I—can't tell if I want to in the good way or the horny-but-regrettable way?"

"Mm." He kisses her again. "Well, we've got all the time in the world."

She shivers, clings to him, moans into his mouth. Her fingers are sticky and she's so wet and he's right there, so close, she could just—move down a little and forward a little and—

His hand wraps around her thigh and holds her effortlessly in place.

"I'm not going to fuck you until I'm sure you won't regret it," he says. "Look at me and tell me what you want."

For a long moment she can do nothing but whimper and squirm helplessly in his inescapable grip.

Then she takes a deep breath, and another, and calms herself down enough to speak.

"You're—amazing," she says breathlessly. "I had no idea it was possible for refusing to fuck me to be this hot."

He laughs.

"You're such a treasure, Lynne." Smiling, he meets her eyes. "Now tell me what you want."

Whimper.

"I—I want—oh I want you to fuck me—both of you—I want what you did to that girl, I want to be held down and taken over and over like that—I want—I want—tell me I'm good, tell me I'm beautiful, tell me I matter—I want your cock, I want your teeth—please—please fuck me—"

"Oh, you are beautiful." Still holding her in place with one hand, he gently pets her hair with the other, then kisses her.

She whimpers into his mouth, straining against his hand. It's ridiculous, it should be impossible, for him to be able to hold her so effortlessly. The leverage is all wrong; a hand made of literal steel would have trouble keeping her in this position with that grip. But here she is, trapped, helpless, begging desperately to be fucked. She closes her eyes and feels tears trickle down her cheeks. Part of her is horribly humiliated, but most of her feels... cared for. There's something deeply affirming about the fact that he's absolutely refusing to fuck her until he's sure she really wants it. It's like the exact inverse of being held down and fucked without the opportunity to say no, and it's every bit as hot.

"You're so good," he murmurs into the kiss, "you're so pretty, I missed you so much, look at you..." More kisses. "I want to keep you forever. I want to give you everything you've ever dreamed of. I want," kiss, "to fuck you until you come screaming," kiss, "and not stop until your voice gives out." Another, deeper kiss.

She whimpers again, louder than ever. The moment her mouth is free, she gasps, "Please."

He pulls her down onto his cock.

It fills her perfectly, thick and hard, a smooth solid pressure sliding up into her. She gasps breathlessly, with a feeling not unlike awe, and when she thumps down into his lap with his cock fully inside her she throws her arms around him and clings, squeezing him tightly by all available means.

"Beautiful," he murmurs into her hair. "You're so fucking beautiful, Lynne. My treasure."

She moans. She feels utterly helpless, even more so than the night he killed her, because that was her death but this is her life, vistas of eternity opening before her tear-blurred eyes. He can do anything he wants with her. Every breath she takes is at his mercy. Every sensation she feels is at his will. And his will is this, his mercy is this, the thing he does with his unfathomable power is find out exactly what she wants and then give it to her as hard as possible.

She feels loved.

He wraps his arms around her and just holds her for a moment, still and quiet and gentle, with his lips resting on the top of her head in a lingering kiss.

Then he shifts his grip and tugs her down a little farther, and lifts her up, and pulls her down again. It's very slow and very gentle and still displays the immense inescapable strength of his body, the same strength that held her away from him until he was satisfied of her intent.

It's breathtakingly hot. She clings to him, surrendering completely, open and willing and pliant in his magnificently powerful hands. Every tiny movement, every shift of her weight, brings her so much pleasure that it feels like being delicately caressed by a bolt of lightning.

He fucks her, slow and sweet and utterly unstoppable, for a few long delicious minutes.

Then he bends his head to kiss her neck. Slowly, sweetly. He doesn't use his teeth at all.

But what if she wants his teeth?? What then???

She squirms helplessly on top of him. He's so good. It's so good. She could do this forever—but she wants those teeth—but she doesn't know how to ask—but he's pretty good at giving her exactly what she wants without her having to ask for it...

"My lovely girl," he says, "my Lynne, my treasure, I love how much you want me..." He kisses her neck again.

Oh, is he doing it on purpose—?! She moans a wordless plea for mercy.

He keeps right on kissing her neck, while his cock moves inside her with the slow certain force of the rising tide.

Her whimpers become increasingly desperate. It feels—what's the word for when you'd call something perfect if you didn't know how much better it could be—simultaneously tantalizing and deeply satisfying, a combination she would not previously have thought possible.

"If you want this then tell me," he breathes against her neck.

She's beyond words at this point but she can manage some very emphatic noises.

He bites down.

It hurts at first, when his fangs break the skin and drive into the flesh beneath, and then her life is trickling down his throat and she can't feel anything but pleasure. She's pretty sure she screams, but she barely hears the sound. She's pretty sure she thrashes wildly, but she's still pinned in place by those glorious hands.

He keeps her going like that for a long, long time.

When he finally takes his mouth away, it's so that she can feel it properly when he comes inside her.

She collapses against him, whimpering.

He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head and makes soothing wordless murmurs into her hair.

"You're... really good," she sighs. "Really really good."

"You too," he says, smiling faintly. "Mmm."

"Scale of," she yawns, "—scale of one to ten, how dumb would it be to take a nap right now?"

"Look at it this way: you haven't slept in six hundred years," Tas points out. "I think you can take all the naps you want."

Lynne is suspicious of this logic. But she's also very, very tired.

Maybe if she just... leans on him... and closes her eyes...

He lowers the bed back to its horizontal configuration, curls up with his arms around her, and pulls a blanket over both of them.

And, despite feeling a little silly about it, she nestles close and drifts off to sleep.