Let's Play Our Game

Warm light flickered across the well plated dining table. Dishes full of the juiciest fruits, frosted cakes and roasted game sat, tantalizing anyone who might dare take a whiff. The embroidered table runner tickled Isabelle's legs as she merely stared at the food with disdainful brown eyes. She huffed a breath as she crossed her arms across the potato sack fabric that had once been a plain dress, now tatters.

"Come now, you know what happens when you don't eat." Charlotte looked up from the single piece of fruit on her fork as she sat at the head of the table. The food was a mere distraction for her, it was truly for Isabelle; though it was fun to pretend.

She was resplendent in a white chiffon gown that gathered at the neck, wrists, and waist, and the fabric draped over her relaxed form in the high backed chair. Her platinum blonde hair was piled in curls atop her head, as though it could defy gravity. Isabelle assumed the hair stayed in place out of fear, like anyone else in this godforsaken castle.

She didn't say anything, nor did she move to eat from the table. She sat, dark eyes consuming every inch of the table in front of her, her ears twitching like a cat at the sounds of servants nearby. Her own straw colored hair was kept in two braids that parted around her neck onto her chest.

"Oh please." Charlotte rolled her eyes, oxblood irises nearly blocked by dilated pupils.

The older woman sat straight with a frown and cocked her head, considering.

"Oh I know. Let's play our game." Charlotte's eyes turned completely black for a moment, and her tongue darted out to caress a pointed canine.

The same routine. This had been going on for so many years Isabelle could no longer remember when it had started. She could only remember faint glimpses of her past. An accident. Being carried by slender arms, much stronger than they looked. Waking to a new home.

"No." Isabelle spat.

"Tsk, tsk" Charlotte stood, walking with preternatural elegance across the length of the table to stand behind Isabelle's chair. Long pale fingers rested upon her shoulders. "Where would you go, Darling?" Her mouth had become close enough to Isabelle that she could feel the cool breath on her neck. Silken whispers wrapped around her like a web.

She squirmed free just enough to rock the hands from her shoulders. "I would find a way. I'd tell someone."

A single blonde eyebrow shot up to join an angled smirk. "Who do you know outside this Castle, Dear?" One finger traced down the harsh lines of Isabelle's face. She jerked her face in the opposite direction, though did not dare leave the chair. She knew the consequences.

"Come now, you're cleverer than that. I'd find you in five seconds flat." Charlotte gathered the braids behind Isabelle's neck, tracing the dip of a collar bone with the back of her hand.

Isabelle's body stiffened and her nose flared. That touch.... That damned touch.

"I'd find the key to get out." She finally responded, her voice hoarse. She swallowed. Charlotte came around to the side of the chair and looked down at her beauty.

"That's a good girl. How would you get it?" Her eyes locked on Isabelle's; not unlike an animal stalking prey.

Isabelle squared her shoulders and bared her teeth at the lady of the manor. "Someday. You'll see. You can't keep me here forever."

One finger dipped under Isabelle's chin and pulled her face up. Charlotte dipped her own face down, a threads distance from a kiss. "Is that a threat?" Her voice sent a chill down the Isabelle's spine, interrupted by the cool skin of her lips.

Isabelle wanted to leave, she wanted to get up and move and kick and scream. And yet... she couldn't, trapped by this toxic version of adoration that would eventually kill her.

Her mouth parted and Charlotte brought a hand to the back of her neck, applying just the right pressure so that Isabelle could not breathe for no more than 3...4...5 heartbeats. The feeling of the kiss became euphoric as her neurons cried for oxygen and her skin pebbled. Charlotte released just as the edges of her vision started to sparkle. Red stained lips dipped to where her hands had been moments before, kissing along her collar bone. Some of that tattered fabric was pulled back to reveal smooth ivory skin and more places to kiss.

Isabelle's breath caught, and her head dipped back automatically, as though it knew what the woman sought.

Charlotte chuckled as her ward submitted under her touch. "That's it." She purred.

Her teeth scraped against the taut skin, teasing. "I'll taste you soon enough."

One hand found its way beneath the tattered canvas to caress soft pert mounds, nipples peaked. Isabelle squirmed in her seat. Charlotte smirked and kneeled. Wood scraped on wood as the chair was pulled so that the scowling girl faced her. She was thin; she'd been refusing to eat for weeks, only consuming enough to stay alive. Charlotte frowned, and took a mental note to make sure she ate more. She dipped down to kiss along Isabelle's bare thighs, pulling the edge of the garment up above her waist. Soft yellow curls greeted her and the unmistakable scent of arousal. Charlotte hummed her approval as she kissed up towards the apex.

Isabelle clamped her thighs shut, though she could feel her own arousal, sticky where thigh met thigh. Her body was a traitor, and in the way she no longer pulled away, so was her mind.

Charlotte stroked along the tops of the curls, her middle finger dipping in to the hidden crevice, finding sweet sticky nectar. She brought the same finger to her mouth and sucked it clean, eyes locked with her ward. Satisfied, she pulled at locked knees so that they would spread for her, and dipped her mouth to her favorite dessert. Her arms locked around Isabelle's thighs and pulled her forward so that her bottom fell off the front of the chair and her body slumped back.

Isabelle's surprised yelp echoed off of the dimly lit stone walls, quickly followed by gasps as Charlotte's tongue found her apex immediately, circling like a bird of prey. Charlotte's nose nuzzled the soft curls, and with the flat of her tongue slowly licked the entire length of her slit.

Isabelle gave a trembling exhale. Her whole being wanted to fight this, to buck off the beautiful being between her legs, but it all felt so good. Too good.

Charlotte paused to dip her tongue in the sweet entrance and then started to dine in earnest. She suckled on the surrounding lips, lapped at any arousal before it could form a puddle beneath, and nipped at her clit when she could tell she was getting close. Edging the girl on the chair was one of this long life's most precious treasures. She allowed one palm to venture up and tease a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, increasing pressure until she could feel the girl tense in pain.

Isabelle panted. A fire had been lit deep in her abdomen, and it raged within her. Charlotte's work built that sweet pressure slowly, so slowly, until Isabelle's body tensed and her back arched against the hard wood that bit into her shoulders and back. Charlotte moaned into the sweet pussy in front of her and nipped at her clit, just hard enough to bring the young woman back down.

Goddamnit. Isabelle panted. She ached for release. "Please..." she asked, breaths ragged.

"Hmmm..." Charlotte looked up at her beloved. "Please what?"

Rebellion sparked for a single moment at the back of Isabelle's mind before it was completely overshadowed by need. "Please, Mistress."

Pleased, Charlotte smiled and returned directly to the sensitive apex between her thighs.

"That's it, darling, come for me." She purred. Her tongue darted quickly around Isabelle's clit with firm, even pressure, unrelenting. Isabelle took a breath and held it. Small tremors started in her thighs as she gripped around Charlotte's head in the approach of her climax, until she reached the edge of the void and tumbled in.

Her body convulsed, thighs like vices around the older woman. She shouted and cursed and whimpered as her whole body combusted.

"I'm not quite done with you." Charlotte licked her lips as she emerged from between quivering legs.

She picked Isabelle up in a bridal carry so that her head rested against her chest and her legs draped over a strong arm. She was carried down the long, echoing hallway to the bedchambers. When they finally arrived, she paused before setting her down on the plush bed.

Isabelle's face was flushed and glowing, and her chest rose and fell with spent breaths. A smattering of freckles dusted just over the bridge of her nose where it folded when she scowled. Beautiful.

Charlotte set her treasure down atop her own extravagant bed, her boneless body nestled within the soft linens. Strong hands stripped the tattered dress from the quivering, pale body and caressed as she laid down next to her. She traced faint lines up and down subtle curves, watching as the girl shivered in response, wholly too sensitive.

Moonlight trickled in bright rays that illuminated Charlotte as she bent in to kiss Isabelle, softly at first, then filled with hunger. She consumed Isabelle, and Isabelle found her body too eager to return the urgency. Arms tangled around the other, wound in hair, grasping at flesh. Nails scraped fresh pink marks into pale skin.

Charlotte pulled away to kiss down Isabelle's neck, nipping and suckling, leaving small bruises as she went. Pointed teeth scraped at her pulse, then with a precision honed by centuries, bit down.

Pain laced through Isabelle, sharp at first, then dulled like a well-used kitchen knife. Adrenaline coursed through her system and her body meant to fight, to run, to do anything; but as she stayed, her hands a ghost on Charlotte's bodice, pain turned to pleasure. She sighed as two droplets of blood stained the white pillowcase beneath them.

Charlotte moaned into Isabelle's neck like she'd been starved, and she sucked softly, slowly taking what she needed. Blinded by need, she took and took and took until finally, a soft tap pulled her back to the surface.

She emerged breathless, red smeared like melted ice cream across her chin. Isabelle pushed weakly and attempted to say something before collapsing into the duvet.

Charlotte sighed, Isabelle was only human.

She wiped the spots of blood that had begun to drip from where she'd bitten, licking the wound. The covers were raised over the girl's naked body and tucked in just under her chin. Strands of hair had fallen out of the careful braid, and Charlotte softly caressed the strands back behind an ear. "Sleep well, my darling." She left a final kiss on Isabelle's forehead as she slowly listened to make sure she continued to breath.

She left the bed with great care not to disturb her sleeping beauty, and walked to the carved door that served as an entrance. The door groaned shut. Then with a twist of a key and a click, it was locked behind her.