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"Hush now, you ain't talkin' your way out of this," chides Annie, looming over Remmick as she straddles his waist, a hammer, nail, and a folded piece of paper in hand. The nail glints menacingly in the warm light of the candles that are scattered around Annie's home, wickedly sharp and made of silver.
Remmick whimpers below her, strapped down to her table tightly with drool and tears dripping down his cheeks. Thick dead blood oozes sluggishly from the hole she has carved in his chest, his unbeating heart exposed to Annie's curious eye. Just like the rest of him, it is cold to her touch and smells like rot.
The devil looks miserable, pathetic and weak as he stares up at her with pleading eyes. Annie might have believed those crocodile tears if she couldn't feel how hard he was against the plush curve of her ass.
"Miss An-nie," cries Remmick, eyes locked on the silver nail. "I've been good, ain't I? I promi-!"
The devil chokes on his words as Annie grind back onto his cock, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the simple pleasure she give him. A smile tugs at Annie's lips, cooze pulsing with pleasure at the sight. She'll never get bored of how easy Remmick is. A desperate, needy little beast ready to gobble up every ounce of attention Annie and her family chose ro give him, and always greedy for more.
Which is why she has to bind the vampire to her even tighter. Bind him to her entire family and make him harmless. Bind him to their every whim and make him their monster in every way.
"Quiet," shushes Annie, placing the folded paper over Remmick's dead heart. "Be good for me right now, an' you just might get a treat."
The devil submits with a nod, sniffling as a fresh wave of tears spill from his blue eyes.
Annie places the tip of the nail over the paper, over Remmick's heart, and lifts the hammer high over her head.
"Dearg Due, I bind you to me forever. I bind you to those I love forever," announces Annie, voice ringing out clear and confident. The power, the magic, in her words rippling out to into the world of both the living and the dead.
She bring that hammer down on the head of the nail, piercing through the paper and burrowing the silver tip into Remmick's heart.
The vampire howls below her, eyes turning red as he thrashes on the table.
"You can do no harm to us. You will protect our minds, bodies and souls. You will watch over us an' protect us from our enemies," continues Annie, hammering down the nail again.
Remmick tosses his head from side to side, flinging thick strands of drool onto the floor as his eyes roll in his skull like a panicked animal. His hips buck up, grinding his twitching cock against Annie.
"You will follow our every command an' find purpose fulfillin' them," gasps Annie, slick dripping down the inside of her thigh in a hot gush. She brings down the hammer one final time, pounding the nail down until the head is all that is visible and the paper is firmly pinned inside the devil's chest.
"I bind you to my word forever, Dearg Due!"
Remmick screams, shrill and unnatural, and seizes on the table. Pink foam bubbles up from the corners of his lips as his fangs snap at the air, eyes bleeding. The vampire's dead heart beats once, pulsing around the nail.
Annie rides out Remmick's spasms, enraptured by the horror below her. She knows she should be afraid, that she should have know better than using such dark magic… But she isn't. Her curiosity and the twisted lust the devil has infected her with keeps her perched in the vampire's lap, memorizing this moment.
Every twitch, every scream, ever drop of blood and drool fascinate her. Arouses her. She needs to know everything about the vampire, mentally and physically. She has to bend Remmick to her will, just like he tried to bend her family to him.
Her mind floats to Smoke for a moment, wondering what he would think of all this. Would he be disappointed with her, shocked that she could be as cruel as him? Would he be disgusted by the pleasure she gets out of binding evil under her control, like he does? Would he be jealous of Remmick, or afraid for her?
Not that Annie would let Smoke shame her when she knows full well that he and his fool brother are doing to the devil. At least her magic will prevent the vampire from turning on them when their peckers are to hard to think straight.
Remmick shaking eventually slows and stops, leaving him as still as a corpse on her table. The only proof that Annie hadn't killed the vampire where soft little whimpering sounds, barely noticeable to Annie's ear.
That, and Remmick's hard cock poking her.
"My good beast," purrs Annie, leaning down over Remmick to press a kiss to his brow. "You took it so well for me."
A keen rises up from the vampire as Annie kisses his face and pets his hair, the vampire blinking unevenly as he comes back to the living world. When the devil nuzzles into Annie's touch, both her heart and her cooze throb.
"I think you earned your treat," murmurs Annie, licking into Remmick's ear.
Remmick turns his head to press his cheek against her, silently begging as he smears his mess across her skin.
"Filthy creature," huffs Annie with a smile, wiping the mix of blood and drool from her cheek. "Always so eager."
Crawling up the devil's, Annie kneels over his face and turns so she can look down the length of Remmick's body. So she can watch his cock throb and leak against his thigh, hungry for anything she would give him. So she can see if her spell worked.
"Bite an' I'll make you suffer like you never have before," warns Annie, smothering Remmick under her cooze. "Get to it."
Remmick's cold tongue swirls between Annie's folds, slowly working her up. She can't help but sigh, hands stroking up her own body and squeezing her breasts as she rocks back and forth. She'll never get enough of the devil's dead tongue, the chill of it almost refreshing against her hot cooze.
She hasn't let him fuck her, not sure if she ever will, but a cold cock on a hot summer night might be just what she needs in this sweltering summer heat.
The vampire moans under her, lapping at her faster. He sucks at her lips, circles her clit with the tip of his tongue, and then trusts it inside of her as if he was trying to lick out ever drop of her slick. Hungry, greedy, nasty little beastie.
Fucking herself down on Remmick's tongue, Annie strokes her hands over his chest. She circles the hole she has carved out of his chest, the ragged edges already starting to heal. It amazes her how fast a cursed corpse could heal, that something dead has the ability to heal at all… She'll have to find a way to slow it.
Her fingers graze the devil's heart, pressing down on the organ. Remmick's hips buck, cock jumping against his hip and spurting a thin stream of precum.
"Course you like that," teases Annie, bearing her weight down on Remmick's face and grinding her cooze over it.
The muffled begging coming from between her thighs confirms it.
Annie drags her nails over Remmick's heart and caresses the paper she has pinned to it just as Remmick latches onto her clit, sucking at it like he would a wound. Her thighs squeeze on their side of the vampire's head as her pleasure grows, on the edge of cumming.
The puddle of precum pooling on Remmick's stomach tells her that the vampire is close too.
"Don't cum," gasps Annie, clawing her nails over Remmick's heart again. "You don't cum 'til I say."
A pathetic whine vibrates against Annie's clit, nearly pushing her over the edge, but she keeps herself from cumming. She won't let that trick work on her twice.
Riding the edge, Annie drags out her pleasure as long as possible. She makes Remmick work for it as she tortures him for her own enjoyment, suspending him between agony and ecstasy. His desperate moans and whimpers are music to her ears.
To have a vampire at her mercy… An evil she had always been warned against… A power that no human should have…
Annie presses her thumb down on the head of the nail, pushing it deeper into the devil's heart…
The howl of pain ripped from Remmick's throat vibrates up over Annie's clit and throws her over the edge with a howl of her own. Overwhelming pleasure courses through every inch of Annie's body, leaving her panting and shaking with her hand inside a dead man's chest.
When she climbs off Remmick, his face is slick with drool, blood and her cum, shining from cheek to cheek. He's panting and sweaty, looking completely wrecked, and Annie can't help but feel pride at the sight.
The vampire she once feared defeated by both her magic and her cooze.
"Please, Miss Annie! I nee-"
Annie pushes down on the silver nail. Remmick's begging is cut off by his screaming.
"Cum, Dearg Due."