Testing the Waters

Eveline finds herself at a big country home, most likely used by rich people when getting away from the city. It looks empty at the moment. The carriage stops on the large circular driveway, and on the side of the house is an archway leading into the garden. The man exiting with her is looking eager, even more sure he really is that lucky!

She sees no one as she makes her way into the garden, fruit trees follows the wall, and in the center is a fountain. The garden can also be reached directly from the house via a big terrace. The man looks around, as if making sure you are alone, as he realises you are there is almost menace in that smile, matched with that spark in his eyes, the spark of having gotten what he wants.

He grabs a hold of you, as if he is afraid you'll run away if he gives you time to think about this. His hand grabbing for your dress to get it off, it feels as if he is not above raping you at this point...

Earlier that day...

Eveline had left him a note to find as he opened his store the next day, asking him to keep open a bit longer as she would like to do something for him for lending her that exquisite masque. She made sure to insinuate that she wasn't sure she could repay his generosity fairly, but she would stop at nothing trying.

She was dressed in a teal dress with a timid skirt, and made in a frail-looking material. Her hair was arranged quite intricately, hoping he might assign much of his focus there. Her lips were painted in a vibrant red that almost seemed to shine. 

As she got there, he sure enough had kept his store open, waiting for his prize. She could see the hunger in his eyes, choosing not to read his aura as she was not sure she could stomach it. 

It wasn't hard. She had told him the masquerade had been the best night of her life - all thanks to his wonderful gift, of course. Money felt so empty as a reward, so she offered him the only thing she thought could even come close to match his kindness - herself...however he wished to have her.
All offered with a bashful, and not a little ashamed, manner. As if she was afraid he would not accept her offer.

Eveline mentioned she had access to a manner on the countryside, where they could be private. Where no one could hear or see anything he wanted to do to her. 

He accepted. Of course. 
The rest was a mere carriage ride to the destination. They both sat in silence all the way there, only for very different reasons.
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At his first rough tug, she gives him a fierce look, but remembers her task. She had hoped he would be of the gentler persuasion, but as she sees his wolfish grin, she knows that hope is futile. 

While an altogether new experience, Eveline sees no value in this - how could she?
Panic starts to bubble up within her - what has her raging curiousity led her into?? She decides not to fight him, though, as it will only make it worse - that much is clear. 
All she allows herself is a look of genuine fear riddled offense, and making him take what he wants (she will not do anything to make it seem she belongs to him).

Though she is dangerous, that is nothing that can be seen on this beautiful woman, and the man does not seem scared by her fierce look, not even for a moment. After getting the dress down to reveal her upper body he stops, and looks at it, before going in for a forceful kiss. He turns her around and bends her over, using one hand to hold her there while the other raises her skirt and starts working to pull his pants off. She sees them fall to his ankles behind her...

"Stop!" A woman yells and he freezes looking towards the terrace where she stands, the door open behind her. She is wearing a blue dress which follows her figure perfectly, and a hat, shadowing her eyes just enough to draw the attention to her lips.

"Go away lady. This does not concern you. She is here of free will."

Calmly she walks up to him, causing him to let you go, taking a defensive stance, with his pants down. "I think it is best if you leave Lady." Looking into his eyes she tells him. "Get dressed, then wait right there, in silence." He looks rather confused as he puts his pants back on and then stands still. Turning to you her face softens somewhat and if needed she softly helps you up, and to get your clothes in order. "I'm impressed Miss Garnier, that you would do this. Now you know who I am, I hope you don't think less of me, in my position I cannot be too careful." She pauses. "However I could not let you go through with it, if you were to do it for me, at least you should know who I am, and make that choice. I want you to know I expect nothing from you, except discretion and secrecy, but I am glad to find another kindred who might share in my interests, a beautiful one at that."

To stave off her panic as he pulls her dress down, Eveline shuts herself in inside her mind, repeating

"It's just a test it's just a test it's just a test it's just a test it's just a test..." as a mantra, hoping it will shield her from the brunt of the rape.

But then she hears her, and Eveline gasps in relief at the interruption. She knows that voice. She'd know it anywhere.

Her hatred roars as the "man" tries to make her Prince leave, but as she sees her stride, moving closer to them with an indomitable determination, Eveline - now on the ground, shielding her chest from the sickening gaze of the hunchback - feels a sliver of hope growing stronger and stronger.

Accepting the help, Eveline is still shaking, as she tries to make sense of all the conflicting emotions tearing her apart inside. Her hands ball up into fists, as she doesn't know what to do.

Her black hate for the hunchback feels misplaced. For a moment then she thinks she hates the Prince for setting this up, but...

She had agreed to it all. Willingly. Nothing was really a surprise. Eveline knew what was going to happen, so the only thing now she can hate...

...is herself.

As the Prince has finished speaking, tears start welling from Eveline's eyes, as all the tension inside her collapses, knowing it's over, and she answers:

"Thank you, my Prince! ...I will not say a word."

That is all she can muster.

"He won't leave here..."

Eveline nods in agreement to her Prince's judging voice, her eyes locked on the ground by her feet.

"His approach seemed to..."

Eveline manages a crooked smile at Vanessa's compliment, clinging to the words - their meaning - as if she is afraid to lose them and return to the worthlessness only moments before.

She follows inside, gladly, never wanting to see that garden again. At first she almost panics as she realises that the Prince orders the freak to join them, but he is suddenly not the grotesque rapist any longer. Instead he is like a drone without will - harmless. To Eveline it feels as if she's living in two different worlds at the same time.

She likes this one much better.

As the drone stops in a corner, Eveline smiles again - this time with vindictive rectification.

"Y-yes, I could eat." she says and welcomes the chance to talk.

Does she intend for Eveline to feed from that wretch?  The thought makes her sick, and she wishes she had declined the offer. She's not really that hungry, anyway, she rationalizes (seeing as she usually feeds at this point). Eveline listens to the Prince intently, hoping she will have forgotten the offer.

As Vanessa mentions she never even planned on letting it happen, a weight of horror drops from Eveline's chest, and she regains more of her composure. 

And when the man enters, she sighs audibly in relief and adorns a genuine smile for the first time in what feels like ages this night. 

"I could do with some wine, thank you." she responds with a short amused laughter, only somewhat marred by her crying.

Questions start buzzing in her mind, wondering what it is that requires such a test, even why it is so important for her to be of clear mind now. Her curiousity - damn it all to hell - is indeed getting stronger again, but this feels like the good kind. The kind that all her life - and unlife - had gifted her great experiences.

Reassured, she lets one hand run through the beautiful man's hair, and one caresses his strong back, as she nuzzles her face in his neck and begins to feed.

"I am glad it was you. I just dared not hope it was.." Eveline confesses, now visibly more at ease. 

"You should know, however, that this will be my first experience of this sort. If that should affect your decision in any way. My sire was...an amorous man...but his cravings were rather specific, so I do not have much experience besides that." 

Eveline searches her Prince's eyes for any sign of her changing her mind about this, afraid to be abandoned so soon after being saved - and now chosen!

"When we met, you mentioned..."

"I could mean it like that as well" she answers, now with a playful smile rising on her face. 

Eveline suddenly looks...embarrassed?...and adds, sounding somewhat surprised herself:

"I...I almost wish you'd forbid me to feed on someone I'd very much love to have." Once again she looks afraid she might lose this (was that wrong to say??).

At her Prince's offer to be Her friend, Eveline almost drops her jaw, not the least because of Her sudden vulnerability.
She sees Her fidgeting with her wedding rings, but chooses not to ask about it. It is obviously something...painful?...behind that 'tell', so Eveline deems it something only a close friend could ask Her about - which Eveline one day might become. 

At a loss for words, all she manages to say, is:

"I would love to be your friend", her careful smile mixing joy and humility.

"If it's impractical, I understand. It was just...the thought just came to me so strongly. I don't quite understand it yet myself. But I think I needed to say it."

Eveline nods as Vanessa explains the rules, one by one, never breaking eye contact, a different smile for each one.

She connects the rings and her Prince's rule of no romance, and responds - in sincere and heartfelt empathy: "No, romance should be saved for those who live in the deepest parts of our hearts." She says even more with her eyes.

The young neonate's mind is swimming in all the new ideas and fantasies born from Vanessa's list, but she manages to put on a serious face when the Beast is mentioned. She does believe the Prince - and feels safe - when She says She can help her should the Beast gain control.

As the Prince concludes the terms, Eveline "signs the contract", standing up and letting her sleeves fall off her shoulders, taking the rest of the dress with them all the way off. She wears nothing underneath, and now she stands there naked, in front of Vanessa Morillo, Prince of Andorra.

She responds immediately. Almost feeling Her gaze on her body, Eveline turns slowly. As she stands there, she accentuates one part of her body after the other, giving her Prince as good a view as She can get. After all, She deserves to know what it is She controls - in precious detail.

Her body still pumping blood, Eveline feels the cool air caress her skin as she moves. The way it makes her skin riddled with waves of goosebumps, and her nipples o so hard, had quickly become a thing she utterly enjoyed since her embrace. Knowing her Mistress is watching her, intently, makes it even better, she realises.

As she turns again, seemingly automatically, Eveline wonders how far that Voice can make her go, sending a jolt of visible - and so sweet - cold shivers all the way from her tailbone up to her scalp. She lets out a discreet gasp of anticipation.

"I do, your Grace." Eveline actually curtsies prudently as she says it. "I like to think it as a reward for the kine I feed on, but to be perfectly honest, I do it for myself just as much." She can't help but put on a sultry smile as she confesses it.

"...I would, but...", Eveline pleads, her eyes betraying how much it'd pain her not being allowed to fuck what she eats. 

She lets herself test the strength of the fabric to placate that dormant rage within. "Don't ask for too much...Prince" her mind murmurs in silent protest.

Eveline looks at the man, hesitating to answer for a moment - not knowing the consequences of the alternatives, but chooses to keep to that sense of safety relying on her Prince.

"Yes. Yes, I do. His hair is...I want to grab it with my hands and pull him in closer as I feed." She describes it as if she's doing it as they speak.

As the man with the hair stands up, Eveline can't but frown - like a child deprived of its sweets - convinced that dreaded abstaining begins here and now.

But...he smiles...and moves closer.

At his first touch, her frown is obliterated, replaced by an expression of pure relief and lust. Eveline's body moves into his strong hands as if they were magnetic, showing a starved hunger finally allowed to feast. 

When he almost teases her into torpor, hands turning around just before reaching her ravenous crotch, she lets out a lighthearted growl through a smile split evenly between torturing deprivation and a newborn joy, demanding their return.

Eveline looks into Vanessa's eyes with nothing but pure appreciation as his lips grow closer and closer.

"Fffffffffuuugh..." When he finally gives her his tongue, she practically leans all her weight on his face, as if trying to take it all inside her. Previous encounters had all gone straight to trying to get her to cum to prove themselves to her in their "awe"struck state. 

But this one... He knows exactly what he is doing. It's the teasing. That fucking teasing! She can't stand it, and she craves it. She craves it because she can't stand it. 

She wants to grab his magnificent hair, but can't. Won't.
Can'twon't. She can't get it right. But there it is again! That strange new desire of being deprived of it.

Eveline accepts the bond, and when she can form thoughts again, she realises they made it so much better. Because then it hits her like an earthquake - an orgasm that might have felled her to the floor were it not for his face keeping her up. 

For the first time ever, Eveline's cum spatters on the floor, after running down that infernally skilled tongue's beautiful face. 

And he keeps going. As she loses control over her legs, his face is buried deeper inside her, making her now painfully sensitive cunt take so much more than it can handle. 

Eveline looks at her Prince, pleading for it to stop, and never to stop.

Her second orgasm is not as intense as the first one, instead it lingers for what Eveline in her abusedly pleasured state feels like hours, his tongue's slightest movement sapping her sense of the rest of her body, numbing it, until all she is is her battered sex. His farewell kiss makes her let out a gasp of relief and longing. 

Eveline is abruptly brought back, however, as the Prince reminds her of the repulsive slug in the corner.
She surely entertains the idea of having him killed for a couple of seconds, but something has changed Eveline to her core since his crude assault. Were it not for him - The Test - Eveline wouldn't have experienced any of the things that happened since, and she can't even bear the thought of that. 

"No, let him live. He...repulses me still, but...I know now he needed to happen." She wrinkles her nose as she looks at his tragic shape but with something like thankfulness in her glossy eyes.

Had not her Prince known exactly what drives her very core - something Eveline didn't know herself until this evening - it would have been hard interpreting all the interchanging emotions showing clearly on her face as She lists the rules, but Vanessa has, not surprisingly, found the very thing that will have Eveline abandon her own control. 

As her first mission is handed to her, Eveline nods as the Prince describes it in detail. The mixed feelings still there, but controlled, Eveline wanting to show she takes this o so seriously. 

She thinks about the loophole in the rules - she isn't allowed to please herself as she takes care of the man, but nothing says he can't do it - but realises she does not want him to...because she wants him to. Not that it won't be hard - that's just the thing. 

"I will do that for you, my Prince." she answers reverently.

Eveline curtsies at the permission to dress, smiling back warmly at Her kind words. All she can think of saying as her Prince kisses her is 

"As am I, your grace", this night's tumultuous event having drained both her mind and body.

Eveline follows the hunchback with her eyes as he obeys Her order without any question or hesitation. Now she smiles as if he is merely something hard she needed to do to get what she wants, or needs.

As the man whose face she practically rode just moments ago escorts her out, Eveline adorns another smile, not a little affected by the sight of the gift she left on his beautiful face. 

As she and her steed exit the house, Eveline decides she will not wash up before going to sleep - she wants to retain as much as possible of this night, if only for a day. As the carriage arrives she bids him farewell, thanking him genuinely with a kiss. 

As the majestic landscape rushes by, Eveline looks out dreamily, just savouring her happiness in silence.