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Vampiric Submission
CW: corruption, personality erasure, vampire, femdom, femsub
Hi hi~ I got distracted by vampires this weekend, and now you can be too~
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Valeria pushed open the grand doors of the throne room, sword in hand, boots echoing against polished black marble. She had come to end the nightmare — to destroy the creature that had ruled the borderlands through fear and allure. The vampire queen.
The chamber was nothing like the tomb she’d expected. It shimmered with dark opulence. Velvet and candlelight. Gilded edges framing everything like the set of a dream. The air itself felt thick, warm, and slow.
Valeria stepped forward, each footfall more uncertain than the last.
And there she was — seated high on the throne as if she had never moved, skin pale as moonlight, eyes too ancient to read. The vampire queen watched her with a gaze that didn’t command fear, but something else. Something deeper. Like the weight of centuries pressing gently behind every breath.
Valeria's grip tightened on her sword. But her mind — wavered.
She had trained for this moment. Recited the oaths. Imagined driving the blade home a thousand times. And yet, standing there now, the image no longer made sense. It was like trying to swing at a rising tide.
Her purpose blurred.
Maybe she hadn’t come to destroy her. Maybe — just maybe — she had come to understand her. Or serve her.
Valeria’s sword lowered, just slightly. The air pulsed like a living thing. It whispered against her skin. Beckoning her onward.
The vampire queen spoke, and Valeria felt herself falling. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Valeria took a step, then another. Her sword slipped from her fingers, and the clang echoed like distant thunder, forgotten the instant the blade touched the floor. Nothing mattered now beyond the growing need inside her — a hunger as consuming as the queen’s eyes. It seemed to spread outward, unfurling within her with every fluctuation in the strange air.
Valeria's hands rose slowly, as though in a trance, unlacing her armor. Each piece fell away — pauldrons first, followed by cuirass, gauntlets, bracers, then faulds. And with each piece — part of her individuality disappeared. It was like stepping out of an iron shell, only to find her skin beneath soft, sensitive, and receptive to every breath.
“Your name,” the queen spoke again, her words pressing into Valeria like a weight.
Valeria fought for focus. “Valeria.”
The vampire queen’s smile deepened. “There is such a beauty in a name. The exhilaration of possessing it — changing it," her eyes narrowed. “You see, Valeria, I have no desire for you to simply kneel before me. No,” her voice slipped down Valeria’s back, a caress from unseen hands. “I want to reshape you. To carve out all of that warrior’s fire until there’s nothing left but the primal instincts lurking within. To transform you. And I’ll do it one letter at a time.” She lifted an elegant hand. “And you will love every second of it, won't you — Valeri," she purred.
A shudder ripped through Valeri, a desperate heat flaring between her thighs. Yes. Her heart cried. She could think of nothing but this — this rapture. To be molded like clay, to be filled, used. Even her mind yearned to be twisted.
The vampire queen's power pressed inward. "I want you to understand your true nature. What better way to begin than to shed the remnants of who you were — Valer," the queen intoned, and Valer felt herself slip. Memories began to blur, her past washing out into the shadows. All the battles, the pain, the loneliness — fading like frost at sunrise. She had no desire to stop it, no desire to do anything but submit. And so, she let the queen’s will press further and further in, taking everything with it.
"How malleable — pliable, you are. What did the order think? Sending such a vapid little morsel into my castle. Do you know — Vale," the vampire queen paused, and Vale fell deeper, her name fading from thought and mind. Her hands trembled, and her clothes suddenly felt suffocating, so tight against the pulsing need beneath. She pulled at them — frantic to free her flushed skin. Her shirt, then pants hit the floor with the rest, until nothing covered her.
"So eager. Truly, my vapid, my slutty little Val," The Queen hummed, and Val fell further, thoughts spiralling out, body burning. Her inner voice screamed — a cry swallowed in an ocean of pleasure. "On the ground," the vampire queen continued. "Knees wide, back arched. Present yourself — be the slut you've always been, Val"
And Val obeyed, her knees sliding downward before the thought could even register. It was only after her palms brushed the warm floor, and the cold air whispered against her bared sex, that her awareness snapped back for a fleeting moment. But that shame couldn't last, it couldn't even linger, and the thought disintegrated, melting into the Queen's pulsing presence, her desire.
A moan slipped from her — desperate.
The vampire queen rose from her throne, each step deliberate, calculated. Her gown clung like a lover’s embrace, exposing more skin than it should, hinting at a perfection beneath. Her eyes locked on Val’s with an intensity that promised annihilation. A promise Val welcomed.
She stood over Val for a moment, her lips twitching into a satisfied smirk. "So eager." She traced a nail down Val’s spine, drawing out a shiver that melted into another moan. Then she crouched behind Val, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “Every inch of your body is begging to be mine — V. Every nerve, every drop of your life’s blood,” her fingers swept across V's neck. "Will you lose that last useless letter for me too?" It wasn't really a question. More an inevitability, like sunset after dusk.
The thrall nodded. Nothing was left inside its personality. Nothing but obedience to its owner.
And so the Queen's voice slipped into her mind again, pushing away any remaining thoughts and will, “Strip away your past, the hopes, and the dreams — be only flesh, and pleasure, and obedience."
Its eyes dilated in the overwhelming feeling of bliss. It never wanted to go back to what it had been before. There was nothing that mattered anymore, only its existence as a slut. Every cell in its body was vibrating with desire and need. The thrall moaned in lustful pleasure. The sound was inhuman — more animalistic.
"Very good. Now let me fill you with someone more — fitting," The Vampire Queen spoke, and her finger pressed into the thrall's mind. And the sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of ecstasy. Every nerve ending screamed at the sensation of a foreign, alien intelligence sliding against its brain — invading its mind. "A fitting new name for you, Elaria."
Elaria was born, its past erased and rewritten. Now Elaria knew her role — to serve her Queen in all her glory. And Elaria wanted it. To become her slave, her whore, her fuck-doll.
"Yes," she whimpered, almost unable to speak in her inescapable need for release. "Yes, my mistress — anything you desire."
Her Mistress smirked, satisfied, her hand dragging across Elaria's neck and down to cup her breast, massaging her nipple until Elaria's insides fluttered.
"Good girl. Let us seal this union."
Elaria felt the teeth of her Queen sink into her neck. A new wave of pleasure rippled across her skin. Her Mistress' sharp fangs punctured the thin layer of skin with an ease, her incisors digging into the muscle and sinew.
Elaria cried out. Not in pain — but the everlasting bliss that only came from submission.
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Staying awake is never an issue.
Nor is it a detractor from her daily goals.
What it is, is a gateway to have those goals changed.
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No more doubts doll...
Embrace your hypnokink ✨
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