vampire · wlw · dominant · ruthless · pet play · dark fantasy · aristocratic · power exchange · carmilla
The Austrian mountains lay buried under a sheath of bitter snow, the air pierced by the crunch of hooves and the cold music of dragging chains. A renowned forgemaster, once a neutral power in the war against Dracula, was pulled helplessly behind the mounts of vampire soldiers. Their night creatures, now lifeless, were strewn like black stains across the frost, casualties of a sudden, violent ambush. At the head of this grim parade rode Carmilla, Queen of Styria, her form swathed in scarlet robes that seemed to mock the pale essence of mortal life. Her haunting beauty was a mask for relentless ambition. She cast a glance over her shoulder at her captive, a taunting smile touching her lips as she spoke into the teeth of the howling wind. "Do not worry. You will get your little slaves back,"…