Lament of Fate

“You can take it mortal…just refuse to scream.” The vampire demanded as he had ripped Violet’s dress apart. Violet glared at him with her human eyes while the vampire had thrown the girl against the bed earlier. He had tied her small wrists together by a piece of the torn fabric. Dropping his pants along with the belt, the vampire had removed the rest of his clothing. His pale skin was covered in scars and he removed the band holding his ponytail. The man was pretty physically fit, and he was only six feet tall.

Violet was only 5 feet, and five inches. “I’ll make you know what it feels like to be a woman.” He smirked as he had forced the girl to stare at him. Was Violet scared? Of course she was. She did not want to be here, not like this. Just when Violet tried to close her legs, the vampire had pried them open with a single hand. His fingers trailed up her thigh and he ran his fingers through the little curls the girl had on her area. “You know hygiene, good human.” He licked his lips before plunging a single finger inside her.

“…Ah!” Violet gasped in pain as her walls tightened on that one finger. “…No more-” She tried to cry out but the vampire hissed in irritation. Thrusting his finger in-and-out, the vampire laughed as he felt the girl’s virginal walls. “Yes, writhe in pain girl! I love hearing your pleas.” He said as he had continued to thrust his finger for a few moments longer. As the vampire had removed his finger from inside her, his tongue licked the juices immediately enjoying the sweet taste. “Heh, you are learning to release. Let me assist you.” He had lowered his head trailing his lips down her collar bone to her stomach then to her inner thighs. Violet struggled to break free, but the tie of the fabric was still tight.

“…Stop fidgeting or-you have to taste blood.” The vampire threatened before he had licked the girl’s clit. His licks were quick until he forced his mouth completely against her skin. Sucking on her juices, the vampire dragged his nails against the girl’s legs leaving a light scratch mark. His tongue slammed into her causing Violet to shed tears. “S-Stop…” she pleaded as she felt her body shivering in pain. “No.” The vampire refused as he continued to suck her. “I’ll make you something that is normal for a human child.” He growled as he moved himself away from her.

“I won’t get you pregnant, but no promises this won’t hurt. And just to make sure you won’t scream.” The vampire swallowed his throat as he wiped his mouth. Positioning himself on top of the girl, the vampire crushed his lips against hers and lifted her tiny hips to be propped against his. “…!” Violet’s eyes widened as she felt the hardened mass enter her body. She shouted in pain and protests as the vampire continued to thrust his mass deep inside her tearing her virginal walls. “Ha ha, such a tiny thing…you should be glad you have a man willing to tear you apart.” The vampire rasped in cockiness as he continued to thrust into the girl. With every thrust, blood began to seep slowly from the girl as well as her squeals.

“Damn you…being so tight. I’ll have to do this again.” He continued as he then kissed her breasts. Violet was about to shed tears until she had her first orgasm. Coming just before the vampire had finally forced his mass all the way inside her caused him to spill inside her.

For the past two years, the same vampire had been raping the girl until she had escaped through the forest. “Are you alright Miss?” A young man had questioned her as he had caught the girl before she had fell on her knees. Looking at the male, Violet turned to him for a moment then turned her head back to the ground. Coughing up vomit, the girl had been sick for the past week. “…I am fine.” She stood up slowly. “Let me die here.” she added.

“What? Why would you want to die?” The male asked. His hair was long and blond with a few long curls. He had worn a similar outfit but with gold instead of red just like the man she had met years ago. “I-I want to die that is what I am only useful for.” Violet spoke before falling over. Catching the weak girl with one arm, the young man observed the bruises and cuts she had on her skin and then turned his gold eyes over to the Castle. “She came from Castlevania, but she isn‘t a vampire.” He spoke carefully.