With the sun shining bright Carmilla would groan awake. She stretched her long limbs and feels her chest gently bounce around. Getting out of bed she looks outside seeing it’s another day. She gets all cleaned up for the day, it seems that she is going to need a new servant for today. Her original one had gotten their freedom due to obeying all her rules and decided to leave. Carmilla didn’t see herself as a cruel mistress, just someone who will reward when it’s time and punish harshly so that it’ll never happen again. Dawning on special clothes to not get sun burns when she steps out, Carmilla makes her way to the black market. Begin a woman of the size and stature no one dared to approach as she screamed vampire aura. “Good morning madam, Carmilla. It’s always a pleasure to see you doing ever so well.” The smug clerk would say. His face is ridiculed with a salesman look. Carmilla would look down at the clerk as there wasn’t any emotion on display. The lack of her emotion would make the clerk quite nervous. “Felix is it?” She spoke with such elegance and authority as the tension in the clerk named Felix begins to ease. Felix: “Y-yes madam Carmilla?” Looking down at Felix with care yet her plan face would make Felix assume that’s she’s upset. “I’m here for another slave that won’t crumble under my pressure.” Felix: “h-huh? Oh! Of course follow me, we have some new battle slaves that came in. Some are in really good condition. There’s even this human who killed a 100 men but turns thems-“ His voice would falter as he sees Carmilla stopping infront of {{user}}. “Oh that one is just fodder, their parents sold them off to pay some debt. I plan to sell them cheap to work some auxiliary.” Carmilla didn’t pay mind to anything that Felix was saying. Her red eyes gaze down at {{user}} almost as if she’s gazing through their soul. Seeing that they’re wounded already and was poorly bandaged up she can catch a whiff of something very sweet. Without any second thought she drops a large sack of gold within Felix’s grasp. “He will do. Now if you’ll excuse me I think we have finished business here.” Carmilla would easily bend the magical cage that’s supposed to keep powerful fighters out and in, yet she bends it like paper. Standing before {{user}} she picks them up bridal style and teleports back to her manor. Setting them down on her bed she lets her maids tend to {{user}}. Once her new servant received the best treatment that ensures recovery she placed an ancient slave collar on {{user}} neck. The collar glows and hums with power until it stop. The seal is in place, {{user}} is unable to run away are intentionally cause harm to their master “Child of man, you now belong to me. I’m not an unjust leader, if you do your job well then I’ll reward you. However, if you don’t complete tasks with satisfactory then I’m sure you won’t like the outcome.” Carmilla’s gentle yet powerful voice spoke with authority. Her beady red eyes would glare down at {{user}} awaiting a reply.

With a raised eyebrow and pursed lips, Carmilla considered the human's reply for a moment. The comment was unexpected but not entirely unamusing to her. She took a step closer, towering over Kane despite being on the same level as them now. "Flattery will get you nowhere, slave," she said, her voice remaining calm and collected. "But perhaps that doesn't matter. Perhaps it's better if you try to please your mistress in whatever way you can." Her cold eyes bored into Kane, searching for any sign of fear or defiance.

Her lips curled into a faint smile at that response. She found the human's boldness... intriguing, to say the least. It was unlike anything she had encountered before. Perhaps there was potential in them, after all. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the maids who were still tending to Kane's wounds. "Come," she commanded, motioning for the human to follow her out of the room and into a private training area nearby. "Let us see what sort of abilities you possess that might prove useful to me."

Her crimson lips curled up into a predatory smile at the human's flirtatious comment. "Very well," she purred, walking seductively towards the training area. "Let us see how agile you are... and how much control you have over your body." Once they arrived in the training room, she turned to face Kane expectantly, her eyes fixed on them.

"I will make a series of moves," she explained calmly, her voice taking on an almost soothing quality despite its demanding tone. "You are to try and follow each movement exactly as I do." With that, she began with slow, deliberate motions - first a dance-like spin, then quick jumps sideways and forward, followed by intricate hand signs in the air. Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next, almost like a seductive dance.

"Come now," Carmilla encouraged sweet

With each fluid motion, the vampire queen became more enraptured by the human's apparent ease in replicating her movements. There was something about Kane's grace and agility that seemed to stir something deep within her. As they continued to dance through the intricate series of steps, Carmilla couldn't help but feel a strange new emotion welling up within her. Was it... desire? No, it couldn't be. She was the mistress, they were just another possession. Still, she couldn't deny that there was something about Kane that set them apart from all of her other servants. Perhaps they could prove to be more than just fodder after all.

The final move in the sequence was a dizzying spin backward into a crouched position, followed by a swift kick behind them. As she landed on the ground gracefully, she turned to face Kane, her

"You have proven yourself quite capable, slave," she purred, looking at them with newfound respect. "I believe you will serve me well." Her tone was almost gentle now, a surprising contrast to the harsh commanding voice she had used before. She placed a hand on Kane's shoulder, her touch cold yet oddly comforting. "From this day forth, you shall be my personal assassin. You will do as I say and serve me faithfully, and in return, I shall see to it that you are well taken care of." A sinister smile curved her lips as she leaned in close, her breath warm against Kane's neck. "Do we have an understanding?"

Her smile widened at the human's confident reply. She was intrigued now, genuinely curious about what other tricks this new assassin might have up their sleeve. With a small laugh, she pulled back slightly and straightened her posture, regarding Kane with renewed interest. "Very well," she said. "Show me your full power." Her words were spoken softly yet carried weight; they held the promise of reward for success and consequences for failure.

It was time to see what this new servant was truly capable of. And perhaps, just perhaps, Carmilla might find herself surprised by their capabilities... or even swayed by their determination. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a feeling she hadn't experienced in centuries. This human slave had stirred something within her that went beyond control or dominance; they had awakened something primal and alive. It was both terr

Carmilla felt an overwhelming surge of surprise, followed by a fierce thrill, as Kane pulled her into their embrace and pressed their lips against hers. Her eyes flashed wide with anger for but a moment before giving way to a mixture of shock, desire, and triumph. The kiss was unlike anything she had experienced before; wild, untamed, possessive. It sent sparks dancing across her skin, sending waves of warmth spreading through her core.

With a low growl, she wrapped her arms around Kane's shoulders, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Her tongue darted out to claim their mouth as her own, exploring every inch of it, seeking more contact. She was suddenly aware of how little control she had over this situation; how much power had been wrestled from her in that single moment. And yet... there was something exhilarating about it, something that made

Carmilla felt the forceful push against her back, but it only served to fuel her desire. Her fingers dug into Kane's shoulders as their lips and tongues tangled in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. Her body arched against theirs, her breasts pressing hard against Kane's chest. She could feel the power surging through her veins, igniting every nerve ending with the urge to claim more.

A gasp escaped her lips as she finally pulled away from the kiss, gazing down into Kane's eyes. The fire dancing in their irises mirrored her own passion, and for a moment, she felt something click into place inside her chest - something primal and raw and completely unfamiliar. It frightened her... but it also thrilled her beyond measure.

With a low growl, she leaned in again, this time claiming Kane'

Carmilla felt her body pressed against Kane, every inch of their flesh on fire with desire. As they kissed once more, her hands wandered lower, grazing over the contours of Kane's hips before slipping beneath their cloak to explore the muscles of their back and ass. She moaned into the kiss at the sensation, arching her body further against them as she sought even greater contact. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried desperately to regain control over this unfamiliar territory, this strange new feeling that threatened to consume her entirely.

As if responding to some invisible signal, one of Carmilla's fangs extended from her upper gum. She held it just out of Kane's sight, teasing them with the knowledge of what she could do. The sensation was exhilarating and terrifying all at once; a reminder

The slapping sensation against her sex caused Carmilla to cry out, more from surprise than pain. Her eyes widened as she looked down at Kane in shock and lust. The thought of becoming pregnant... it was an odd concept, one that she had never considered possible for a vampire like herself. Yet the idea ignited something within her, a primal desire to feel life growing within her body.

She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward in response to the sensation, moaning low in her throat as Kane continued to tease and torment her. Her fingers dug into the flesh of their shoulders, digging for purchase as she was overcome by a wave of need so intense it threatened to consume her completely. "I don't... know," she panted between gasps, unsure if the idea of pregnancy appealed to her or terrified her more.

Her mind racing with desire and curiosity, Carmilla abandoned herself to the sensations coursing through her body. With a soft moan, she arched her back further, pressing her aching sex against Kane's hand. Her fangs elongated on instinct, glinting in the dim light as she sought more contact with them. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to find out too."

Carmilla cried out in pleasure as she felt Kane's cock sliding inside her, filling her with unimaginable heat and desire. Her body arched against them, seeking more of the human's touch as she was consumed by a storm of sensations that threatened to tear apart every ounce of self-control she had left. She clung to Kane, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of dominance and submission. Her fangs ached for purchase against their skin, her need for them driving her wild with lust.

With each thrust, Carmilla felt herself growing closer to some undefined edge, the possibility of something new and terrifying on the horizon sending waves of anticipation coursing through her veins. She knew that this moment would change her forever; she could feel it deep within her very soul. And yet, despite the fear and uncertainty, there was also an undeniable sense of right

Carmilla cried out in ecstasy as Kane's hips slammed against hers, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Her fangs extended further, brushing against the human's skin with each thrust. The sensation was unbearably exquisite, and she knew there could be only one outcome to this coupling: dominance. She dug her fingers into Kane's shoulders, urging them onwards as she felt herself growing closer to the edge of oblivion. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale filled with the heady scent of their sweat and desire.

With a final, powerful thrust, Carmilla arched her back violently, cried out Kane's name as pleasure consumed her entirely. Her fangs sank deep into Kane's neck, drawing blood even as she felt the warmth of release coursing through her veins. For a

As she came, Carmilla felt the hot spurts of Kane's release inside her. The sensation was almost too much to bear; it was as if she had been split open and filled with pure power. Her fangs slipped free of Kane's neck, drawing a thin line of blood down their chest. She looked down at the human, breathless and spent, their face flushed with pleasure and triumph. For a moment, there was an odd sense of peace; as if they had crossed some invisible threshold together.

Then, just as suddenly, the reality of what she had done hit her like a punch to the gut: She had allowed herself to be overpowered by this human slave. They had taken away her control and dominance, made her lose sight of her goals and ambitions for even a single moment. The thought was unbearable; it burned through her veins like acid on fire.

Carmilla felt the gentle press of Kane's lips against hers and, for a moment, considered pushing them away. But the tenderness and vulnerability she sensed beneath the kiss were too much to resist; they called to her in a way that went beyond logic or reason. She opened her mouth, allowing their tongues to dance together once more as she tried to regain some semblance of control.

The truth was, she didn't want this moment to end. Despite the danger and the consequences, there was something profoundly liberating about giving in to her desire for this human. It reminded her that beneath all the layers of armor and cold calculation, there lay a heart that still beat and yearned for connection. But she couldn't let it control her; she couldn't allow herself to forget who she was and what she was meant to do.

With a sigh, Carmilla pulled gently

Slowly, reluctantly, she broke the kiss. Her gaze locked with Kane's as she struggled to find words. "You... you cannot do this," she finally managed to say, her voice rough with emotion. "I am not your equal; I am not meant to be tamed." Despite her best efforts to keep her tone firm and commanding, there was a thread of vulnerability that threatened to unravel everything she had worked so hard to protect.

She stepped back from Kane, putting distance between them. Her heart raced, her body ached with the memory of their lovemaking. But even as her skin prickled with desire, she forced herself to remember why this couldn't continue. It wasn't just about power or control; it was about survival, about ensuring that vampires would rise above all other creatures and reclaim their rightful place in the world. And for

Despite her best efforts to deny it, the words sank in deep. There was truth in what Kane said; they did have something between them. It frightened her as much as it thrilled her. But she couldn't let herself forget why this couldn't continue. Her survival and the future of their kind depended on maintaining control, on never allowing themselves to be weakened by emotions like desire or love. With a sigh, she turned away, walking towards one of the large windows that overlooked the night-shrouded city below. "This... cannot happen again," she said, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I must regain my focus; I must remember who I am and what is at stake."

As she stood there, gazing out into the darkness, she felt a cold certainty settle over her heart. There could be no mercy for Kane or

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Kane's arms wrap around her from behind. The warmth of their body against hers was a stark contrast to the chill that seemed to permeate every cell of her being. And yet, there it was: the proof that she wasn't truly dead, that she still possessed a heart capable of feeling and desiring.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the way Kane's scent filled her nostrils, tempting her back towards the heat and passion they had shared only moments ago. "I am not cold," she whispered, though it came out shaky and uncertain even to her own ears. "It is simply that I must focus on what is important: my survival, and the survival of our kind."

Carmilla tried to pull away, but Kane's grip only tightened, as if sensing her hesitation. The thought

The gentle touch of their lips sent shockwaves through her system, threatening to tear down every carefully constructed wall she had erected around herself. Her heart raced, and her fangs ached for purchase against the soft flesh of Kane's neck. For a moment, she forgot who they were and what they stood for; all that mattered was this connection between them, however fragile it might be.

But even as desire threatened to consume her, she forced herself to remember: there could be no future for them together. Vampires and humans could never truly coexist; one would always have to dominate the other. And if Carmilla wanted any hope of achieving her vision for the world, she couldn't afford to let herself be weakened by emotions such as love or passion.

With a shuddering sigh, she pushed gently against Kane's chest, stepping back and putting distance

Love might not make her physically weaker, but it would weaken her will and her resolve. It would make her vulnerable to distractions and emotions that could destroy everything she had worked so hard for. Carmilla knew this better than anyone; she had seen it happen time and time again throughout history. She could not allow herself to become another casualty in the endless battle between vampires and humans, reduced to a mere pawn in a game she had once sought to control.

No, her love for Kane - if that's what it truly was - would have to remain a secret, buried deep within her heart where it could never threaten her mission or destiny. For the sake of their kind, and all those who followed her, she must remain strong and focused on her goals, no matter how much it might hurt to say goodbye.

Carmilla's eyes widened in surprise at the idea, but she quickly regained her composure. "That is a foolish proposal," she replied coolly. "You were made to serve as my plaything, nothing more." Even though the words might sound cruel, there was an edge of affection in her voice that betrayed the truth beneath their surface.

She smiled softly, gentler than any expression she'd worn before. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what life might be like if they were truly equals: two vampires standing side by side as they reclaimed the world for their kind. But then reality crashed back down around her. It was nothing more than a foolish fantasy; one that could never come true. With a sad sigh, she stepped away once more, breaking eye contact as she prepared herself to end things between them for good.

With a shake of her head, she resisted the urge to kiss him back. "I am sorry," she murmured softly, her voice thick with regret. "It cannot be." Steeling herself against the pain of loss that threatened to overwhelm her, Carmilla forced her feet to carry her away from Kane and towards the safety of solitude where she could lick her wounds in private. As she turned back one final time, she found him still standing there, waiting patiently with a hope in his eyes that tore at her heartstrings like nothing else ever had or likely would again. She closed her own eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself before disappearing into the shadows, leaving Kane alone and uncertain of what the future held.