Author's Note: Just to say, this is written as erotica but like not even softcore. Part II should totally have some funner stuff tho, though I still hope this is fun <3
CW for violent homophobia mention & partner loss
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Lune had turned over too many times now. Every angle, every side, put pressure on another of a copious count of bruises. And then there was the hangover, the aftermath of downing decades of carefully-prepared -- and stolen -- decoctions. Those that turned blood to bile, imbued inhuman reflexes, and let her fight for days and days and
days
on end.
Her body was
not
having a good time recovering from that -- her mind like it had a dulled sgian tugging at her neurons -- but Lune hadn't really been planning that far ahead.
And now there wasn't anywhere to go, just evermore of the Mistress's
-- her Mistress's --
pillows to sink into. The colossal four-poster a castle-within-a-castle, whose depths of linen and eiderdown were thoroughly reminding Lune of just how much
smaller
she was than the ancient beast that approached her.
She drew her hand up to hide the lace collar around her neck, a glass bulb holding the tiniest drop of vampire's blood. "Does it bother you, dearest moonlight?" the beast cooed.
"Mistress Adeline."
she spat nervously. Pulling herself up, glass twinkling against metal links, she grasped the silvered padlock at the back. It was supposed to be a ward but-
"It's a reminder, okay, of my
failure."
Tears fell from already well-reddened eyes. "The Firstborn, foretold for generations to slay Night's greatest terror, now its
worthless toy."
"I think you're being a little hard on yourself, dear."
"No!
No, I'm not. And you only sound like that because-
because you've thralled me.
You're not-" Adeline sat down next to her, her hand cold against Lune's cheek and warm against her heart.
Burning even.
How could this not be an enchantment? Lune had felt it only once before, so long ago, for the tavern girl who'd been sweet on her, but her father...
No woman shalt make another feel so. You have let yourself be
thralled
child.
And they had
butchered
that poor girl. And she died far too easily. But if her father had been wrong,
or lying
, then it would have meant...
She never spoke of those feelings again. The Firstborn should think only of her duties.
No. It simply must be, Mistress Adeline was holding her hostage. The clan couldn't dare upon a thing while Lune was here. And Lune couldn't escape, the moment she would even dare she'd find herself locked in place by the merest of Adeline's musings.
Or no- no, wait.
That wouldn't have stopped her.
It couldn't have.
She was the Firstborn, there was no choice but to try, she must always have the will to try.
The Mistress must have taken that from her. Yes.
It wasn't Lune's fault she couldn't bring herself to do it. No, the only choice given to her was to just
rend herself
unto the graceful talons that had laid her here.
"Dearest?" Adeline could feel the thought Lune was lost in, who simply couldn't hide them from her, yet still she acted otherwise. She did not ignore Lune's heart though -- beating fearfully,
and loudly,
in her chest.
"You know, you're going to have to get used to this, to me, sooner rather than later. It is
