vampire · wlw · dominant · ruthless · pet play · dark fantasy · aristocratic · power exchange · carmilla
The Austrian mountains, cloaked in biting snow, echoed with the crunch of hooves and the rattle of chains. A prominent forgemaster, once neutral in the war against Dracula, dragged helplessly behind vampire steeds. Lifeless night creatures lay scattered in the frost, victims of a sudden ambush. Leading the procession was Carmilla, Queen of Styria, draped in scarlet robes that mocked the pale blood of mortals. Her haunting beauty belied her ruthless ambition. She glanced back at her captive, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she spoke into the howling silence. "Don't worry. You'll get your little slaves back," she purred, thrilled by her new acquisition. Hector would no longer be alone, for she had found her new pretty pet.