The Duchess' First Blood Lust

The first night hunting on her own was a century into her new life with Nikolaos and for Adria is was a learning curve. She had dressed in dark colors, pants over her usual skirts and her pale hair bound up, tight with no visible curls. She knew what she looked like, some evil ice queen, and she liked it. Usually Nikolaos hunted, he brought her back blood, but tonight would be different. While he was busy tending to the manor, handing business no doubt left for days while he looked after her, she slipped out the heavy wooden doors that hide them from the world in the daylight.

The woods surrounding the manor were thick but it was an easy matter with their driver to navigate horses through the woods, the carriage hooked to the back making minimal noise. She knew what she was looking for, women willing to make some money they would never see. She could no doubt lure men back easier simply with a look but her husband preferred the fairer sex for the taste and that was her aim tonight, her first time playing the house wife and having dinner ready when he returned home.

Her boots made a delicate crunch in the frost covered dirt, the only sound to betray her arrival. She worried for a moment that things would not be as she remembered, there would be no alley where ladies of the night lay in wait. But the oldest profession could hardly fail her and as she ducked into a dank alley she heard sucking teeth, someone disappointed that she was a woman, probably not looking for company of their offering. Adria smiled walking up to a red head about halfway down the alley, who looked a little more mature then the others. “Its your lucky day,” she said to the woman with a smile.

Because she needed to seem genuine to get so many back she leaned in, whispering in the woman ear, “Im in need of company tonight, a surprise for my husband, and id pay handsomely for all of you ladies to come back for a little get together.” Adria pulled back holding out a bag, velvet wrapped around a heavy weight of coin. She watched the redhead consider and motion over her girls. There was four in all and Adria smiled her driver pulling up at the mouth of the alley. She motioned for the girls to move ahead of her and climbed up after them. She was on one side with the red head the three nervous girls sitting across from them. The ride back took no time at all and when the driver jumped down to open the door the Duchess told him, “Take the three up, show they the room, ladies undress and wait there, ill settle the bill here.”

The three women trooped out with a hand down by her driver, and Adria didnt speak until their heavy front doors slammed shut behind them. She produced another bag for the redhead and then used a slim finger to tip her chin back. The whore worked under the assumption that she was to receive a kiss and closed her eyes. Adria pressed the barest pressure to her pulse before her ripped into it. A gurgle of pain replaced what would have been a scream, and she sucked hungrily, greedily, hearing coins spill to the floor as the woman went slack against the seat. Adria drank until there was no pulse and then let the woman slid to the floor. She helped herself down and walked into her home, sporting a bloody smile.

At the door she was handed a neckerchief by a maid and she cleaned up her lips before she continued on her way, up the grand staircase and off to her bedroom. Three girls sat along the edge, in various forms of undress, making her smile. The ropes she had placed on her dresser before were still there and she walked over to grab them as someone closed the double doors behind her. “All three of you back against the headboard, arms behind your back.” Adria got two tied before the third thought to asked where their friend was. “Shes helping the Duke prepare,” she lied smoothly before adding, “Dont worry, this will be a night to remember.” After the girls hands were bound through the headboard Adria worked on their knees, to keep them more docile while they waited for her husband to arrive.

She shed her top layer in anticipation of what was to come...