The Handmaiden's Contract

"I was wondering when that would happen," Erika purred, moving closer, until she was running her tongue along her sister's back. Lyra let out a low moan of pleasure, while her hands explored her gift, Olivia enjoying the contrast of leather and skin roaming her body. The nails that grazed along her back to her sides as she began to grind against the vampiric warrior, letting her lust come fully to the fore. Feeling the supple leather between her legs, smelling the earthen scent mixed with pine that lingered upon the elder sister.

Lyra's lips were rougher than her sister's, but she held a hunger in her that sent a thrill through Olivia's flesh. A hint of danger that had some primal part of her mind full of terror. But the touch of naked skin kept it quiet, in a corner.

The kiss broke, and Lyra's head dipped lower. Her lips and tongue trailing down to Olivia's throat, making the handmaiden tilt her head back. Exposed and vulnerable, she let her eyes open. At first seeing only the dark ceiling above, she had the thought of a coffin's lid closed upon her. Glance downwards though, she could see the dark hairs of her mistress, shifting slightly as she nibbled and teased along the sides of Olivia's neck. Each graze of fangs making her think this would be the bite, each one pressing on skin, threatening to break through.

Behind, Erika stood, the coy lip bite held in place. She watched Olivia's reactions, watched the pleasures showing across her flesh. Her fingertips playing across her sister's bared back, tracing lines with familiar sensual touch.

Then the duchess leaned in. Her tongue sliding along Lyra's ear, her lips peeled back just enough for Olivia to see the glint of fangs.

"Come sister. Tell me how she tastes. I've been curious," Erika purred, running a hand up her sister's side and curling inwards to cup a breast. The back of her knuckles grazing across Olivia's nipple. The younger sister grinned as the felt the hard peak, and pinched the handmaiden between her fingers. Slowly rolling the digits, she teased the flesh of her sister, and pulled a hearty moan that filled the room from the newest member of her staff.

A low growl rumbled in Lyra's throat, almost wolf like in its sound. Olivia felt a tremor of fear now that the moment was upon her. She felt like prey, and Lyra was a true predator.

When Lyra's fangs sunk deep, she pulled Olivia tight to her. There was a pinch of pain, sliding deep into vein and sinew, but also a burst of surprising pleasure. She moaned hungrily, her eyes rolling back to the ceiling once more, and further until she couldn't see. Only feel the strange sensation. The blood flowing over Lyra's lips and her tongue. Down her throat as her nails dug into the flesh just above her hips.

"Beautiful," Erika's whisper almost went unheard, her lips caressing across her sister's shoulders. Dragging her tongue across lines she'd drawn with fingertips. It coaxed a moan from Lyra's pressed lips, a deeply sensual sound following the earlier growl.

Slowly, Lyra pulled back, a smile on her crimson smeared lips. Only a small trail slowly ran from the corner of her mouth. As Olivia brought herself back, she watched that small little drip sliding down her mistress's chin.

Leaning back, Lyra let her fingers drag downwards and along Olivia's thighs. She pressed her leather clad palms firmly down against the bared skin until they met the stockings, savouring the parted lips that let small groans flow free upon her handmaiden. She could feel the softness of Erika's breasts crushing against her back, until her hair drifted across her shoulders. She let her head lay back, and turned to face her sister.

Without a word, Erika leaned forward and ran her tongue along that small line of crimson. She groaned softly, then let her tongue glide across Lyra's lips. Sampling the vintage opened before them both. Olivia watched with rapt fascination, feeling the faintest trickle running down the side of her neck, while Lyra's hand slid into Erika's hair. With locks running between her fingers, the two finally let their lips meet. Olivia sat upon the vanity and watched. A voyeur to rumours made beautiful flesh. Watched their lips dancing, and seeing the slick hint of tongue.

Slowly the two turned towards each other, their arms entwining around the other, their bodied almost melding together. Had their hearts beat, there would have been an intense heat between them, their skin glistening with sweat. Instead, as Olivia reached out to run her finger's down the length of her mistress's spine, over Erika's forearm, she found the same cool touch as before. Still she watched, enraptured by this new world she'd been invited into. Hired into.

Erika's hands slid down her sister's back, following the same path Olivia's had but heartbeats before. Further they glided, until first pinkies slid beneath the waistband of dark leather breeches. The tightness of the garb showing the outlines as more of the duchess's hands slipped beneath the last layer of clothing. She clutched at her sister's rump, and Olivia saw the slight jump in the knight. Hear the hungry groan.

Then, the hands slid upwards again, towards the shoulder blades, nails teasing along their edges. Finally the two broke away.

"She's delicious," Erika purred, and both sisters looked towards the handmaiden. Olivia swallowed, still sitting naked on the vanity.

"A vintage best shared," Lyra said, flashing her predatory smirk again, and this time Olivia felt her heart flutter. She was thankful to be seated, because she wasn't sure she'd still be standing.

Both sisters reached out, taking her hands, and pulling her towards them. She was powerless against their strength, but let herself be pulled so easily. Stumbling into Lyra's arms, Erika at her back. The two vampires slid away, but each took a hand, holding her gently by just the fingers. Together they walked towards the bed, escorting her as if to a ball. Her heart pounded beneath her breast, and she knew both women could hear it. Sense the blood thrumming through her.

They moved together, all three, towards the bed until Olivia felt the sheer curtains dragging along her skin. She sighed at the pleasant sensation as she started to move upon her knees. The two sisters on either side of her carefully laid her down. They both smiled at her, showing their fangs, their eyes roaming her body on display. Their hands reached out, one soft and gentle, the other firm and touched with leather. Then they bent down.

Hair dragged along her breasts and thighs, as both women let their lips and tongues graze and tease. Reaching above herself, Olivia felt the goose down pillows against her fingertips. She moaned hungrily, feeling Erika's tongue teasing around the entrance of her sex. Tasting the arousal of the handmaiden, as Lyra's tongue lashed across stiff nipples.

The first bite came at her breast, the fangs sinking in slowly with the painful pinch followed by the rush of pleasure. She felt the flow of blood starting, felt Lyra's tongue dragging along the crimson smeared skin. A cool touch across her hot flesh.

The second bite came at her thigh, with Erika leaned over her leg, hand gliding up a stocking clad calf while her hair brushed across the skin. While the sisters drank, Olivia's fingers curled into the pillows. Gripping them tightly she let out the sounds of her pleasures. Let them carry through the room.

Lyra released her bite first, and began kissing her way across Olivia's chest. Each press of those cool lips a relief to her skin, sending a thrill through her. Those long, now loose locks, dragged with the playful tongue. A bevy of planted kisses crawling up the slope of a breast as a hand toyed with the first the other holding the knight just above her handmaiden. Just enough that she could feel the barest touch of the warrior's own breasts ghosting over her. Then the fangs sunk in again, and Olivia let out a fresh moan.

Below, Erika pulled her fangs free. Her tongue slid over the holes left in the skin, groaning at the rich flavour that bathed her tongue. She climbed, moving in between Olivia's legs, an arm over one, her shoulder pushing the other up. Her lips soon found the handmaiden's sex, and planted a firm cool kiss. At this Olivia moaned, a sound that spiked as the vampire's tongue pushed forth. Delving deep into the slickness of her arousal, tasting her anew. Olivia dragged the pillow towards herself, feeling her toes curl near the foot of the bed.

While Lyra's fingers toyed with her breast, Erika's tongue worked hungrily. Delving deeper with each thrust it made, and dragging along those inner walls. Her lips teased at the petals of the entrance, before her tongue pulled free entirely and ran upwards along her slit to flick across the handmaiden's clit. The shock of pleasure pulled free another moan, and Erika let her hands slip beneath the woman. Fingers clenching at her rear, the duchess let her tongue flick and rub at the handmaiden's clitoris, earning longer and higher moans.

Unable to resist, despite her the lightness in her head, Olivia started to buck her hips. Faster, and hungrier, Erika's tongue lashed and dragged. Lyra's fangs finally relented, leaving a new twin trail of crimson coursing over the soft curve of Olivia's breast. The knight's lips pressed around the presented nipple, sucking on it, lashing at the trapped peak with her tongue.

Her vision was darkening. Pleasured moans seeming more distant. She could scarcely feel Lyra's lips sliding off her breast, or the point of a fang teasing that sensitive bud. Not while her sister hungrily brought her into orgasm, making her toes curl and her scream of pleasure to fill the room. It filled the darkness, but Erika did not stop. Guiding her through the pleasures and bringing her higher. She had not the strength to bring her thighs together or to stop the duchess.

She looked upwards, and Olivia found herself staring into balefire eyes. Her vision narrowing until that was all she could see. No words formed on the handmaiden's lips as her world became nothing but those eyes and the pleasure between her legs that rose into the peak of climax. Her voice broke in that moment, and she barely felt the fingers brushing along her cheek, nor heard the words her mistress said.

As she descended from the heights of bliss, as the euphoria of orgasm started to bleed away, she felt the claws of sleep reaching from her mind, pulling her consciousness into the comfort of darkness. The last sound she heard was the gentle laugh of her mistress.

And in the morning, she would arise with the sun to start of a new life.