I froze beneath the thick tex duvet, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Shit, I’m caught, I thought in a panic, a hot flush of shame drenching my face.

  What had come over me? I was supposed to be cleaning, yet I’d ended up rolling around on a stranger's bed like a common stray. But even now, despite the paralyzing terror, my body craved that slick, smooth contact. I truly couldn't help myself.

  Before I could find my voice or bolt, I felt a hand - slow and steady - begin to stroke me through the yer of tex. My [Submissive] talent reacted instantly to the dominant gesture.

  “Mmmr~” A quiet, vibrating purr escaped my throat before I could bite my tongue.

  That momentary spike of pleasure was executed by a second set of words, cold as a winter grave.

  “If you don’t get out of my bed this instant, I’ll have to punish you.”

  Hearing the threat, I instinctively poked my head out from under the tex covers. For a fleeting second, a rebellious thought flickered in my mind: I belong to Lilith! Does this woman even have the right to touch me, let alone punish me?

  My confidence vanished in a heartbeat the moment my eyes nded on the figure looming over me.

  My mouth hung open in silent shock. Of all the women I had met so far, only Lilith could match this stranger in terms of aura and sheer beauty, though this woman radiated a completely different kind of allure.

  She wore a skin-tight bck bodysuit made of shimmering tex, which provided a jarring contrast to her almost morbidly pale skin. Her long bck hair cascaded down her back, and her lips, painted a deep crimson, were set in a severe line.

  Her red eyes seemed to bore straight through me, cataloging every one of my weaknesses. The tex material accentuated her massive breasts which - to my utter intimidation - appeared even rger than my Mistress’s.

  She stood over me in tex boots with at least six-inch stilettos. Standing there in my locked, three-inch heels, I felt like a tiny, defenseless toy. I felt my [Delicate Prey] talent activate, broadcasting an aura of total fragility toward her.

  The woman’s lips moved again. Her voice was calm, yet it made the hair on my cat ears stand on end.

  “Why were you in my bed?” she asked, her red eyes staring directly into my soul.

  This woman was nothing like Lady Lilith. Lilith, despite her absolute dominance, always felt warm and teasing; I could sense a hint of pyfulness behind her mask, even when she was humiliating me. This woman, however, was nearly ice-cold. She looked down at me as if I were an insignificant ant she could crush without a second thought.

  Though Lilith loved throwing me into degrading situations, deep down, I knew she wouldn't let real harm come to me. But looking into those blood-red eyes, I felt a physical, bone-deep chill.

  I felt that if she wanted to, she could kill me with one swift flick of her hand. Despite knowing I belonged to the Queen and that no one in this castle should dare touch her property, irrational fear took the reins. My instincts screamed: Run!

  A sudden movement made my heart leap into my throat. The stranger’s face blurred toward mine as she leaned over the bed.

  We were inches apart now. I couldn't hold that icy gaze; my cat ears fttened pathetically, and I dropped my eyes to my hands, which were shaking uncontrolbly. My new body, so sensitive to the aura of powerful beings, practically buckled under the weight of her presence.

  “No answer?” she asked, her voice devoid of emotion.

  It wasn't that I didn't want to answer. I was simply paralyzed by her dominant presence. The only thing I could manage was a quiet, choked gasp. Finally, with the st of my strength, I gathered the courage to look her in the eyes.

  I regretted it instantly.

  I met a face completely devoid of expression, which was far more terrifying than any dispy of rage. My courage vanished faster than it had appeared. I looked down again, the trembling of my body intensifying as I instinctively tried to hide back under the tex duvet.

  “I... I just wanted to py a little...” I murmured so softly she could barely hear me, the bell on my tail giving a single, mournful clink.

  Hearing my quiet confession, the woman suddenly reached out and caught me by the chin. Her grip was strong and merciless - her fingers brutally squeezed my cheeks, forcing me to stare straight into those red eyes.

  “Pying in someone else's bed?” she asked, her voice sending an icy shiver through me. “It seems you’re really just looking for an excuse to be punished, aren't you?”

  I tried to respond, to protest, but the palm of her hand completely covered my mouth, muffling any sound. I couldn't utter a word, so I just shook my head in a quick, panicked blur. I felt tears begin to pool in the corners of my eyes at the mere thought of what this terrifying woman might do to me. My small body, despite the increase in Vitality to 10 points, still felt ughably fragile against her power. With my Strength sitting at a measly 3, I was nothing more than a living, pink toy in a maid outfit to her.

  The woman brought her face even closer, her red lips curving into a nearly imperceptible, stern smile.

  “Pying in my bed and dirtying my tex sheets while dodging your maid duties,” she continued, each word sounding like a death sentence. “I think it’s only fair that I punish you for your bad behavior, right?”

  I sensed it was a trick question. My mind, slightly bolstered by my Intelligence, frantically analyzed the situation. I was terrified of pain, but I knew that lying or refusing in the face of such a rational argument would only make things worse. I knew I was at fault - instead of working, I’d let my new css and instincts take control.

  My [Submissive] talent began to override my flight instinct, making me feel a strange need to surrender to her will. My cat ears fttened completely, and the bell on my tail gave a final, pathetic jingle. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave a mournful nod in her grip.

  “Then come here,” she said in an icy tone. With one sure motion, she lifted me from the bed, hauling me out from under the tex duvet.

  She sat me on her p so that we were facing each other. I felt a searing embarrassment at the position; my short, pink maid skirt hiked up dangerously, exposing the ce trim of my stockings and my locked white heels. The woman slowly brushed my long pink hair aside, baring my neck.

  “My naughty kitten... know that this punishment is solely for your own good,” she whispered, her cold fingers still stroking my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

  I thought I’d explode.

  How is a punishment for my own good?! I wanted to scream my dissent, but when our eyes met, the words died in my throat. I felt completely dominated by her aura, so I instinctively lowered my gaze, which nded on her gargantuan chest, tightly encased in shimmering bck tex.

  My tail, with that cursed, jingling bell, betrayed me for a second, swishing nervously due to the emotions churning inside me. The woman noticed immediately. One hand suddenly caught my small breast and began to stroke it firmly, squeezing the material of my pink outfit.

  “Do you have something to say to me, kitten?” she whispered directly into my ear, her fingers tightening on my breast just enough to cause a spark of pain.

  Under the influence of her touch and the compulsion of the [Submissive] talent, I instinctively blurted out the only words that seemed to fit. “I’m... a naughty kitten,” I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn.

  The cold expression on her face didn't shift a millimeter. She pressed her lips even closer to my ear. “And what do naughty kittens need?”

  “They need to be punished...” I answered in a small, sad voice, my face turning completely crimson from the shame.

  The woman nodded with satisfaction. “Since you’re such a good girl... I’ll only take a little.”

  Before I could ask what she meant, she opened her mouth wider, revealing two sharp fangs. In a split second, I felt a violent prick in my neck. I tried to pull away, but her grip was steel. One hand held me by the back, the other still painfully squeezed my breast as she sank her fangs into my delicate throat.

  I felt all the strength leave my body. Realizing resistance was futile, I slumped helplessly into her arms, trembling with terror. Shit, she really is a vampire, the thought fshed through my mind as I felt my blood being siphoned away at a gargantuan speed.

  Suddenly, surprise registered in her red eyes. My [Sweet Essence] talent ensured that my blood tasted addictively sweet to her. The vampiress began to drink even more greedily, unable to suppress her desire. She began to rock her hips back and forth while I y limp in her embrace.

  The ruffles of my pink dress fred out completely, revealing my panties, which were now strained by my full erection. I was shocked and terrified by the fact that my body was reacting this way in such a drastic situation. I was sitting on her p in white heels, being drained and groped, feeling my consciousness slowly drift away.

  I thought my situation couldn't possibly get any worse, until I suddenly felt something hard and cold begin to poke me right in the buttock, pressing through the thin material of my outfit.

  The rod was hard, thick, and was relentlessly bearing down on my pink panties through her smooth tex suit. Because of the stinging pain in my breast and the daze from the blood loss, I didn't realize what it actually was for a moment. Only when I felt its weight and pulsing did the truth hit me: it was her cock, hidden beneath the shimmering bck tex.

  I panicked and tried to bolt upright, but her dominant grip didn't loosen an inch, denying me any movement. Her arms, like steel vises, shoved my head directly into her gargantuan, tex-cd breasts, cutting me off from the world.

  God, am I dying? I thought in terror, feeling my strength sap away with every passing second she drank my blood. Drained to unconsciousness by some vampiress with a massive cock?

  I felt her legs begin to bounce rhythmically as she ground her member against my backside with mounting excitement. Suddenly, her hand let go of my small, aching breast and slipped under the frills of my pink maid outfit.

  She caught my standing cock in one firm hand. With a powerful, dominant, almost painful but deliberately slow motion, she began to rub it up and down.

  As soon as I felt the cold, smooth tex hand directly against my skin, my resistance evaporated instantly, repced by a maddening lust triggered by my Sex Sve css. I began to squirm on her p, the bell on my tail jingling in a frenzied tempo. My [Submissive] talent and the systemically reinforced [Hunger for Closeness] meant that instead of fighting for my life, I began to whimper quietly and beg for more of her touch.

  Just as quickly as I had begun to drown in the wave of unexpected pleasure, it all came to a violent end. The woman suddenly stopped rubbing me, releasing my erection from her tex grip, and pulled her lips away from my neck.

  “Ah...” I moaned in disappointment, feeling a sudden void. My mind was so clouded by the [Hunger for Closeness] that instead of fleeing, I instinctively arched my hips and rubbed against her shimmering suit, begging for more.

  The woman, seeing my humiliating state, reacted with cold precision. Before I could grasp what was happening, she flipped me onto my stomach with gargantuan speed, quickly baring my backside from beneath the pink ruffles. I gnced back over my shoulder in terror and saw her face, still stained with a thin trickle of my blood.

  Suddenly, I felt a massive blow to my buttock.

  The pain was so sharp I straightened out like a wire, and tears formed in my eyes in a split second.

  “You really are a naughty cat,” she said, hoisting me up and setting me on my feet.

  As I stood there, trembling on my three-inch heels, she slowly licked the remains of the blood from her lips. Her face was still expressionless, but I saw a faint flush on her pale cheeks, and her red eyes burned with a lust she could no longer hide.

  “Mmm, your blood really is delicious. Only Lilith’s blood can compare to you,” she said, licking her lips with delight.

  I froze in shock. She dared to call my Mistress by her name, without any title or respect? Before I could process that, the vampiress continued:

  “I’d really like to drain you dry. But I can't overdo it. There would still be some minor problems, and I don't want to give Lilith more trouble than she already has. Now go, kitten.”

  Her gaze drifted from me; she began to adjust her tex suit with impeccable indifference. I was completely bewildered that she was just letting me go, but survival instinct and my [Submissive] talent commanded me to nod quickly.

  But before I could take a step toward the door, the woman unexpectedly pulled me close and kissed me on the forehead.

  “If your Mistress ever gets bored of you, you can always drop by my pce,” she whispered.

  Hearing that "offer," every hair on my body stood on end. With a quick movement, utilizing my new Agility, I bolted for the exit. I caught one st glimpse of the "monster" clearly straining against her bck tex suit and practically ran from the room, her icy gaze feeling like a weight on my back.