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A Vampire’s Thrall [Man to Vampire Thrall Woman TG]
🕑 Added 2025-10-25 03:31:04 +0000 UTCTier reward for Vigilant Vagrant
A bored and lonely vampire decides to make herself a new thrall.
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Lenore reclined across her chaise lounge, watching the sun set over the city. One pale arm draped dramatically over the side, her crimson nails tapped idly against the lacquered wood. Impatient.
From the outside, the apartment building was modern, built less than a decade ago, but her room was like stepping back in time. Heavy velvet drapes framed tall windows, all trimmed in lace. Candles flickered in wrought-iron sconces engraved with little bats, and a grand baroque mirror that was utterly useless to her hung on the wall.
Lenore had curated every inch of the place to be her own perfect sanctuary. Purposefully styling it to mimic the London townhouse she’d once called home, back when gaslights glowed through the fog and men still tipped their hats to a lady. The distant hum of traffic outside ruined the illusion somewhat, but she had to work with what she had.
Lenore sighed theatrically, the sound more for herself than anyone else. She felt her ample chest rise and fall and lamented the fact that nobody was there to see. In life, she had been a showstopper; now, as a vampire with her mortality frozen and all her features enhanced, she was the most exquisite creature on all the Earth. Of that, she was sure. She had ivory pale skin, which clashed against her pure black hair and ruby red lips. Her eyes were once blue but now were a hypnotic shade of purple, just strange enough to catch eyes, but not so much that it raised suspicion.
She watched the last rays of sunlight slowly creep across her living room floor and disappear as the sun set behind the skyscrapers and sighed in relief. She had spent much of the early evening unable to access half her apartment thanks to that little shaft of sunlight. All because she’d forgotten to close the curtains last night. A menial job she still struggled to do herself, as a vampire, habits died hard. She wasn’t used to doing anything so simple; that’s what servants were for.
With the sun finally set, she rose and crossed the room in bare feet, her silk gown sliding sensually over her perfect hips and smooth legs. Perched on the window seat, she rested her chin in her hand and gazed down at the world through her thick lashes. The streets teemed with the living; so busy, so aimless. Somewhere out there, she thought, was a soul foolish enough to be hers.
Not just a snack. A proper thrall; that’s what she needed. Someone to clean this damned place. Someone who would adore her, worship her, iron her gowns, scrub her clawfoot tub, and brush her hair for hours if she demanded it. She wanted a servant, yes, but one who would fall head over heels for her, dazzled by her timeless beauty. Somebody who wanted to serve,
The problem with the modern day was that you couldn’t just grab somebody off the streets. Police had all sorts of new-fangled technology, not to mention that missing persons were so easily identified. If she simply hypnotised somebody into working for her, there was every chance they might break free and cause a ruckus. The whole reason she had been forced to flee her beloved townhouse and set up here in the first place was because one of her turned servants decided they were done working for a vampire who never appreciated them.
Lenore smiled down at the people below and then excitedly got to her feet and dressed herself in her very favourite black dress, the one that hugged her figure and showed off all her lovely curves. She would find somebody to adore her, and then, she would transform them so even if they escaped, they wouldn’t be recognised. They would have no choice but to come back to her, begging to be transformed back, and then she would seduce them all over again. It was perfect.
Her sharp teeth pressed against her lips as she smiled; she was thirsty anyway. It was time for a hunt.
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It was nearing midnight, and James had just finished his late shift at the diner and was walking home. The city's bustle felt miles away in this part of town. The park was framed by a wall of thick trees that blocked out the light and sound of the city; it was almost like walking through a forest, especially the wilder side he cut through to get home.
Most people would probably think twice about walking through the darkest part of the park at this time of night, but James was fortunate. Being a man who was slightly taller and well-muscled, all he had to do was put on a hoodie, and most muggers thought twice before confronting him. In the years he’d been taking this shortcut, he’d only ever encountered people a handful of times, most of them guys like him who barely looked in his direction.
Which is why he was so shocked when he turned the corner and saw a beautiful woman sitting alone. The woman was tall, with pale skin that seemed to glow under the faint moonlight. Her black dress flowed around her, hugging her in all the right places, cinched at the waist with a delicate lace belt and cut low to show off her ample cleavage.
She turned her head slightly to look at him, and James felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. Her eyes…they were a deep, striking purple, and almost seemed to shimmer like gemstones. For a moment, he simply stood there, blinking in disbelief.
“Lost in thought?” Her voice was low, smooth, like silk slipping through the air.
James’s breath caught in his throat. He was stunned, unsure of what to say.
“I…no, just headed home from work,” he managed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
“That’s alright, I like when people stare at me. Late night?” she asked, standing to approach him. Her gaze never wavered, locking with his in a way that made his pulse quicken.
He nodded, still unable to look away from her eyes. "Yeah, long shift at the diner."
The woman stepped closer again, until there was hardly any space between them.
“You work too hard, don’t you?” she said, her voice teasing, as if she knew all his secrets. “You deserve something... more exciting. Something a little more... thrilling.”
James blinked. The air felt warmer now, as though the temperature had shifted somehow. Those eyes…that body. She was so utterly beautiful, nobody like her would normally look twice at him, yet here she was, only a few inches away. James tried to get control of himself; he didn't want this woman to think he was some sort of perv.
"I’m fine. Just ready to get home, you know?"
She laughed softly; it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. He continued to stare into her eyes and realised that he would do anything to make her laugh like that again. To make her happy. He wanted to make her joyous just to have the chance to hear that sound again.
"Oh, but you don’t want to go home just yet, do you?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and the way she tilted her head made his chest tighten.
He shook his head, unsure of why he felt so captivated by this stranger. His feet betrayed him, stepping closer to her without thinking, almost as though he was being pulled.
“You look like someone who could use a bit of excitement,” she purred, “Come with me. Let me show you something... unforgettable.”
James opened his mouth to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, his body seemed to move of its own accord, drawn to her with an irresistible force. He followed her, step by step, as she led him further down the darkened path. Her smile was wicked, knowing. And in that moment, as he watched her slender figure glide ahead of him, he realised that he was no longer thinking at all. All that mattered was the pull of her gaze, the way she made him feel, as though nothing else in the world could compare to the quiet invitation of her presence.
He blinked and realised he was sitting on a plush couch in an ornate, dark room themed in black and red. Was this her home? He hadn’t even realised.
“I don’t usually go inside on the first date.” He said softly, before blushing as the woman smiled.
“This is a date? How wonderful!”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean…that was presumptuous.”
“I don’t mind. I’m Lenore, by the way.”
Her voice bounced around in his skull, removing all other thoughts as he stared deeply into those purple eyes. Lenore. It was the most beautiful name in the world.
“You know, James, I am looking for somebody to work for me.”
“Work? I have a job…wait, how do you know my name?”
Her eyes seemed to flare in the candlelight that was suddenly all around them, and James felt a shiver run down his spine.
“You told me, remember.”
“Oh yeah, of course.”
“You don’t really like that job, do you?”
“...No?”
“Wouldn’t you rather work for me? The job has a number of benefits.”
She breathed deeply at that last word, and James felt his eyes glued to her chest; he couldn’t help it. Watching those beautiful tits rise and fall was hypnotic.
“Benefits…
She was coming closer now, he tore his eyes away from her breasts and locked them back onto her eyes, they looked like they were twinkling, it was mesmerising. James felt his lips part as his jaw went slack, and she lifted his chin.
“Yes…Would you like to try some of them?” She whispered, James nodded helplessly, words were failing him.
Slowly, she leaned in and kissed him. James’ whole body lit up. He’d never had a kiss feel so incredible. There was a scrape of sharp teeth leaving trails of pain and pleasure on his lips, and he moaned as she pulled back. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to think through the haze; all that came out was: “More?”
“Of course, darling.”
She kissed him again, harder this time, so hard he could feel his lips swelling, but he didn’t care. Lenore’s hands cupped his face, gently pressing against his cheeks; it almost felt like she was reshaping them. The bones clicked, and there was a painful stretching sensation, but her kisses numbed it almost instantly.
A sharp nail ran down his throat and pressed against his Adam’s apple, pushing it down until it was flat. Then continued down to smooth his shoulders, pressing them down into a gentle slope. There was another burst of pain, and he flinched only for it to turn to warm pleasure as Lenore kissed his cheek. A tiny voice in the back of his mind was nagging at him. Something about this place and this woman was wrong.
“What are you doing to me?” He murmured.
“Just making you fit for the job.” She whispered, “Relax, don't you want more? Don't you want to work for me?”
She pulled back to stare him in the eye, and James felt his resistance melting away. If he had to change to get this job, he would, especially if the job meant being touched by this beautiful pale woman. Lenore clicked her fingers, and his clothing disappeared, and he gasped at the sudden cold.
“What?”
Lenore smiled, revealing two sharp fangs that took James’ breath away. A stab of fear pierced his ear and briefly lifted the seductive fog she had placed over his mind.
“V-vampire?”
“Yes, a very lonely vampire, in need of somebody to worship and help her in this scary modern world.” She cooed, “One who is willing to give you all the pleasure in the world if you do.”
The word pleasure seemed to spiral into his mind, burrowing deep into his brain and James felt his resistance melting away. He still didn't know what this job was, but Lenore was the most amazing person he had ever met. There was something about her that made him want to bow at her feet.
“Yes.”
Lenore purred happily at his reply and pressed both hands to his chest. James moaned in pleasure as she moved them out, bringing his skin with her. Like clay, she shaped his chest, forming two beautiful breasts and twirling her fingers around his nipples till they were dark pink and hard.
“Nobody will ever recognise you when I’m done.” She said, “Which means nobody can ever take you away from me.”
James could only groan and gasp; that sounded wonderful. He may have just met her, but he never wanted to be without Lenore. She had him stand, and he obeyed without question and let her hands roam over his body. She pulled out his hips, cinched in his waist and thickened her thighs before massaging his ass cheeks till they were round and peachy. All the while, staring him in the eyes, letting her purple eyes mesmerise him. By the time she was done shaping his body to near perfection, it felt like every nerve was alive. James had never felt more alive, or more aroused.
“Ready for the final touch?” Lenore whispered, “Are you ready to be mine?”
“Yes.” He said, without any hesitation.
“Good girl.”
Somehow, through the fog of arousal, James managed to speak. “I’m not a woman?”
“Not yet.”
James hadn’t really paid attention to all the changes Lenore was making to his body; he had been too focused on how they felt. But finally, he tore his gaze away from hers and stared down to where her hand was resting against his crotch; only he couldn’t see it. There were two beautiful breasts in the way.
“Oh.”
That was all he got out before Lenore’s fingers were reshaping him, pressing his cock down, then inside as she fingered a new hole between his legs. James’ whole body arched in pleasure, feeling his soft folds form and Lenore’s fingers work their magic there. His head flew back against the couch, and his throat was exposed. That was when her lips found his pulse point and bit down.
The orgasm was unlike anything James had ever experienced. Pure ecstasy was shooting through his veins with every stroke of Lenore’s fingers and every suck at his neck. He felt his world changing; any thoughts of freedom or choice fled his head as the centre of the universe became Lenore. He would do anything to feel this pleasure again, serve her, worship her, even give up his manhood. She was worth it. She was worth anything.
When James finally stopped cumming; she was all woman and all Lenore’s. The vampire slipped her fangs and fingers out of James’ body and stepped back to appreciate her newest thrall. James was in a daze; everything felt new and overwhelming. But then her eyes landed on her new mistress, and she felt safe and assured.
“Perfect.” Lenore smiled, wiping a drip of red from her lip. “Now, I think you owe me a thank you for what I just gave you.”
“Anything, mistress.”
Lenore lifted her skirt, and James fell to her knees at her feet and leaned forward, ready to taste her mistress for as long as it took her to be pleased.
