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Claudia hasn’t been with anyone since Charlie. The move to Paris is a fresh start. Her chance to potentially find a companion who she won’t tear apart in a matter of seconds. She desires so desperately to be fucked. To have a cock inside of her, filling her up. She’s never known what that feels like. And she’s spent many mornings lying awake in her coffin thinking about it.
Who would want me? Children or perverts?
The men who leer at her in the Parisian streets make her blood run colder than usual. The looks they give her are nothing like the ones they give her brother, Louis.
Louis gets a lot of male attention. Everywhere they go, men eye him up and down appraisingly. He pretends not to notice. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. It makes Claudia insane with jealousy. Followed very closely by guilt.
It’s not Louis’ fault that he’s beautiful. That he’s a full-grown man on a somewhat equal footing with his sexual conquests.
Claudia would give anything to be full-grown. To have a pair of tits that fill out an a-cup bra and a vagina that doesn’t hurt anew each time she sinks her fingers into it.
She listens as Louis slinks back into his coffin just before sunrise. No doubt from a rendezvous with Armand. One of their walks that always ends at the cruising park. Claudia has spied on them before. More than once if she’s being honest.
She’s seen Armand through Louis’ eyes. Seen the huge outline of his circumcised penis as Louis sank to his knees.
She wants to know what it tastes like. How it would feel tearing through her hole, splitting her in two, making her forget her own name.
Armand is not a gentle lover. He grips Louis’ hair as he fucks into him, sinks his fangs into his neck, his chest, his thighs.
Claudia plays a game of find the bruise when Louis comes home. She counts the scratches, teeth marks, thumbprints on his neck. Once she spotted a whole handprint on his ass as he was changing, oblivious that she’d entered the room.
Her envy burned the brightest then. She immediately made her way to Madeleine’s shop and asked for tighter fitting dresses with lower necklines.
~~~
She wears one such dress today. It’s blue and polka dotted with a pleated skirt. It can be tied into a ribbon at the top but Claudia conveniently leaves it open, revealing what little cleavage she has to work with.
Armand enters their home at the same time everyday. He is a meticulous man. One of the many things Claudia admires about him.
At exactly 7pm, Claudia positions herself on the settee near the door, bare legs tucked into herself while she pretends to read a book. Armand walks in without knocking as always.
“Good morning Puce,” he greets.
“Good morning Maître,” Claudia responds just as professionally.
She could never allow herself to openly flirt with him even if she wanted to because if Louis were to ever suspect her feelings their already precarious relationship would be irreparably fractured. Not to mention, she would look like a fool if her feelings weren’t reciprocated.
If anything is ever to happen between the two of them, it has to all be Armand’s idea. Or it at least has to seem that way.
Armand normally picks Louis up just after sunset for a walk (which is really a quickie in the bushes) then comes back for him again before coven curfew, right after the last play is performed. If Claudia is still at the theatre, carrying out her designated chores, they’ll do it right on Louis’ bed, considering themselves safe from prying eyes.
Claudia has never been fucked even once and her brother is getting fucked twice each night. Sometimes thrice. Life has dealt her a cruel hand.
“Would you please inform Louis that I’m here?” Armand asks after a moment of waiting.
He could easily reach out to him himself using the mind gift, but it won’t work on this particular night as Louis’ mind is shut off.
“Of course,” Claudia says politely.
She unfurls herself from the couch and makes her way to the inner room. She pretends to check in on Louis even though she already knows he’s sound asleep in his coffin.
Louis is a heavy sleeper and right after dawn Claudia injected him with a high dose of sedative stolen from an apothecary across the street from Madeleine. She wasn’t sure it would work but it seems to be doing a good job so far, much to her delight.
She gently caresses her brother’s hair and kisses his forehead before promptly closing the coffin lid.
She returns to the main room and in all the faux-innocence she can muster she says; “Louis is still sleeping I’m afraid. He must be tired from last night. Came home very late.”
Armand furrows his brows. “Strange. Perhaps I should check on–”
“–He gets like this sometimes, when he hasn’t fed on human blood in a while. I think it’s best if you just let him sleep for a few hours longer. We can convince him to take a victim when he wakes up. Together.”
Claudia stands before Armand with her hands held behind her back, her chest subtly pushed forward.
Armand considers her proposal then nods.
“I should head back then. And you should be leaving soon too, puce. You should always make it a point to arrive at the theatre early.”
The nickname “puce”–flea in English–is unequivocally ugly but it sounds heavenly rolling off Armand’s tongue. Claudia can tell that he enjoys using it. Enjoys reminding her of her place which he considers far, far beneath him.
“You’re always in a rush to leave. Is our humble home not good enough for you, Maître?”
Claudia chances a look up at him for the first time and sees his face break into a small, lopsided smile. His kohl-lined eyes are a golden shade of brown, his hair is gelled back and he’s wearing a cream colored shirt with an open collar that bares his throat.
“Perhaps I could stay a little while longer. Check on the progress of our aspiring new recruit.”
Claudia stops herself from rolling her eyes. The last thing she wants to talk about is coven politics.
She takes a small step closer. “Or we could get to know each other better. You’re the only one I know who doesn’t treat me like a little kid and while I appreciate that, you hardly ever look at me and you only speak to me when you’re issuing commands.”
Armand tilts his head, looking at her as though he’s seeing her for the very first time. “That’s the way it is with all new members. I hope you don’t expect special treatment simply because you’re Louis’ daughter.”
“Sister,” Claudia corrects. “And I am so much more than that.”
I can be so much more to you if you’d let me, Claudia thinks. I can be useful.
Armand cups her chin and lifts her head up to face him. “There is no value to you outside of Louis. If there was a chance that I could have him without you dragging at his feet I would.”
Claudia’s eyes prick with tears that she refuses to let fall. If there was any doubt that Armand didn’t like her, that he merely tolerated her presence for Louis’ sake, this confirms it.
But Claudia can be mean too. Two can play that game.
“It must hurt to know that when it really comes down to it, Louis would never leave me for you. Oh, and it must also hurt knowing that he still calls Lestat’s name in his sle–”
Claudia hardly finishes the sentence before Armand’s hand tightens around her throat, claws puncturing her skin.
“Be very careful about the way you speak to me, puce. Don’t think for one second that I will hesitate to end your life when push comes to shove.”
The breath Claudia doesn’t need is squeezed out of her and it sends a delicious ripple effect down to her cunt, making it moisten and clamp with desire.
Claudia licks her rouge-tinted lips, bringing Armand’s attention down to them. “Do it,” she croaks. “Kill me and you’ll lose Louis’ love forever.”
Armand’s hand falters slightly. “There are fates worse than death. I can make your time with the coven very miserable.”
“I’m already miserable,” Claudia hisses.
Her entire vampiric existence has been miserable. The last time she felt any semblance of joy was when she was a freshly turned fledgling at 14 years old. It’s all gone downhill from there.
Armand’s face softens slightly, his eyes falling back down to her lips with a look of curiosity.
Claudia licks them again, silently willing him to kiss her.
Instead he starts to pull away and Claudia is forced to get on her tiptoes and steal the kiss for herself knowing it’s the only chance she’ll ever get.
Armand’s lips are as soft as she imagined. She expects to have them only for a second, before he pulls away in disgust, but is pleasantly surprised when he allows her to keep kissing him. Going as far as opening his mouth to let her lick into it.
She whimpers when he returns the favor, his long tongue penetrating her mouth and tracing the edges of her teeth and fangs.
“Is this what it will take to finally put you in your place?”
Claudia nods. “Yes maître. Give me this and I will do whatever you ask. Go wherever you want me to.”
Armand hums. “Let’s see how good you are at following instructions. Turn around and bend over the table.”
Claudia does as she’s told. She leans her palms against the wooden dining table, her entire body tingling in anticipation of what’s to come.
She’s about to get what she’s always wanted. What she’s dreamt of since she saw Armand at the theatre that first night. He only had eyes for Louis even then and he barely registered her presence beside him.
Armand roughly pulls down her panties and hikes her skirt over her hips. He swipes a finger at her exposed cunt and hums pleasantly when he finds it coated with slick.
Claudia shivers. Even that simple touch is overwhelming for a 45 year old virgin.
He slips the finger in and Claudia squeezes her knees together in pain.
“Your hole is too tight, angel. I don’t think it can handle any more than this.”
As he thrusts his finger in and out, the pain quickly dissolves into pleasure. Soon enough Claudia finds herself wanting more.
“I can take it Maître,” Claudia moans, pushing back into his hand.
He slips a second finger in and Claudia breathes through it, accommodating it easily.
“Perhaps I underestimated you,” Armand says. “You might be worth something after all.”
Claudia has been underestimated her whole life and so far Armand has been the only one to give her the benefit of the doubt. For that, she would follow him straight into hell if he asked.
The third finger is harder to adjust to. Claudia doesn’t think she has the space to house it but it somehow enters her, stretching her out to an impossible level.
She whines as she spreads her legs wider, her knees slowly turning to jelly. She doesn’t know how much longer she’ll be able to hold herself upright.
With his free hand, Armand roughly pushes her dress and bra down in one go to expose her breast. It fits perfectly in his hand as he squeezes it, making Claudia’s spirit sore with pride. Turns out, they’re not so little after all.
“You’re doing so well ma petite puce. I think you might be ready for the real thing.”
“Yes maitre. I’m ready.”
Claudia braces herself as she hears a zipper being pulled behind her. She once again cannot believe her luck. This might be the best day of her life.
When Armand pushes the head in, Claudia bits her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming, so hard it starts to bleed.
The pain is immaculate, like nothing she’s ever felt before. Every inch added ushers in a new wave of dizziness until she’s sure she’ll be passed out by the end of this.
Armand only makes it about halfway in before Claudia’s pussy shuts him out.
He’s been so gentle the entire time. Claudia wishes he’d be rougher with her. Like he is with Louis. Despite her appearances, she is not a doll. She won’t break.
“Is this too much for you, ma petite belle? Do you wish to stop?”
“No!” Claudia shouts then recollects herself. “No maître. Please don’t stop.”
“But there isn’t any more room for me.”
As if to prove his point, Armand slides out of her and slides slowly back in, hitting the same wall halfway through.
“There is room maître. You just have to take it.”
Armand growls behind her and finally slips his fingers into her hair, closing his hand into a fist. His other hand clasps at Claudia’s waist, claws digging into the soft flesh there too.
He drives into her with all the strength he can muster and this time Claudia couldn’t hold back her scream even if she wanted to.
Her hymen breaks. She feels the blood trickling down her thigh, the scent thick in the air.
Once granted full entry Armand sets a punishing pace. His cock driving all the way in again and again. The pain is so very sweet, it explodes into bursts of pleasure. Claudia whimpers through it, a few blood tears falling down her cheeks.
“That’s it, my sweet little raven. Allow me to give you what you’ve been missing.”
“Thank you maître,” she babbles.
He sharply spanks her tiny ass and Claudia mewls. Her pussy clenching around him, making him groan with pleasure.
The sound shoots straight down to Claudia’s clit and she reaches through her hairless crotch to rub it in circles.
She wonders if her cunt feels anything like Louis’. Is it better or worse? Is it good enough to keep him coming back for more?
“You’re taking me so well, puce. If I’d known you took it this well I might’ve sought you out sooner.”
How could he have known? When his eyes were so focused on her brother?
But now he knows. Now he sees her for the sexual being she is.
Claudia gasps at the shock of her first real orgasm. The intense waves of pleasure rock through her, making her weak all over.
She starts to collapse but Armand catches her, his strong arm going around her soft belly and pulling her back up.
He turns her around, lifts her up by the waist and sets her on the table. Claudia notes his ruffled hair, his untucked shirt, his unbuckled pants hanging loosely around his waist.
She pulls him in by the neck and kisses him fiercely on the mouth, feeling lust-drunk and past the point of caring.
She wraps her legs around him as he drives into her once more, his fingers kneading her malleable flesh.
“Thank you maître,” Claudia says again. “Thank you for this gift. You have no idea how-mmh-how much it means to me.”
Armand hooks his hands under her knees and lifts her up again, pinning her into the nearest wall and fucking her as hard as she’s always wanted it.
She feels weightless as she clings to his strong shoulders like a leaf floating in the wind, her exposed breast bouncing with Armand’s quick movements.
What a picture the pair must make. If only there was a way to capture this moment with Louis’ camera. She’d carry the photo on the inside of her bra. Keeping it safe and hidden and close to her heart.
She comes again, spasming on Armand’s cock, making a mess of his pants.
Armand groans, sounding out of control and close to the edge.
“Oh Claudia . You truly are a wonder. You’re a spark in the dark. A wildflower growing in concrete. There is none other like you.”
He burrows into her neck and thrusts a few more times before coming inside her.
Claudia squeezes her legs, clenching tighter on his twitching cock. She wants to hold every last drop within her, keep it as a reminder of Armand’s claim over her.
She has never belonged to anyone like this before. She will never belong to anyone like this again.
When Armand slumps against her, she traces tender kisses along his sweaty face.
She silently prays that this is not the end but if it is, at least she got it once before her death. Whenever that may be.
She would gladly welcome death right now with open arms if it came in the shape of Armand’s nose. In the curve of his jaw. In the tangle of his sex-mussed hair.
~~~
Claudia wakes up covered in shame and guilt. Her thighs and underwear are sticky with it. She’s had sex dreams before but never this vivid and never lasting this long. She can still feel the phantom touch of Armand’s hands on her. She recoils in a fresh wave of shame and self-loathing.
She would never allow Armand to touch her in real life. She could never betray Louis in that way. But right now it feels like she has. She doesn’t know how she’ll be able to leave this coffin and look him in the eye. Not for the first time, Claudia thinks that maybe she’d be better off dead.