Love Bite

By Blue Neustifter

Due to a rare genetic condition, Brooke is turning into a vampire. Stuck in denial and anxiety about the changes to her body and her life, she can't bring herself to eat the one thing she needs: blood. Her girlfriend, Mercy, has a plan to help get her through this difficult transition, and it involves some unorthodox and kinky methods to help Brooke back to herself.

(Over 11k words. Trans W/Cis W BDSM and sex)

Content warnings:
-Consensual bondage and sadomasochism
-Blood and vampirism (note: no "getting turned into a vampire by someone else" or other assault metaphors)
-Bodily dissociation
-Elements of Brooke's struggles may be evocative of coping with chronic illness and/or eating disorders

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Neustifter
• Release date: Aug 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005339562

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Love Bite

Copyright 2021 Blue Neustifter

Smashwords Edition

Smashwords Edition License Notes

This ebook is licensed for personal enjoyment only and may not be re-sold. The contents of this ebook are a work of fiction. All characters, locations, and events are not real nor based on real counterparts. If you or a loved one has become or is becoming a vampire, do not attempt the actions in this story without first consulting with your general physician and/or mortician.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Love Bite

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Cover art by Oh Hey, Monster Boy! (http://www.twitter.com/OhHeyMonsterBoy) and is used with permission.

Love Bite

"Our apartment isn’t that big, you know," Brooke teased as she allowed herself to be led by the hand, eyes dutifully kept closed.

Hush, babe, she heard Mercy reply in front of her. You said you trusted me enough to let me surprise you. Brooke had always loved her girlfriend’s voice, soft and dark with a hint of gravel. It reminded her of a lounge singer, or maybe more specifically of Jessica Rabbit, her source of many confused feelings as a young girl with a copy of Who Framed Roger Rabbit? on bootleg VHS.

Oh I trust you plenty. I just don’t know why you’re leading me in circles when we’ve barely got 500 square feet to move in. While she had gotten acclimated enough to her fangs that she wasn’t having problems speaking anymore, Brooke was still painfully conscious of the feeling of them against her tongue and lips as she formed each syllable. They were a constant reminder of the changes the last few weeks had held, the sudden upheaval to her life—their lives—that had made all their other crises seem miniscule by comparison.

"Maybe I’m taking you into a secret passage that you never knew about and it leads to an elaborate sex dungeon I’ve set up. The sound of her girlfriend’s voice let Brooke know that Mercy was rolling her eyes. Play along and let me do this for you."

Yes, ma’am. Their little repartee made Brooke feel more centred. The two of them had a comfortable conversational rhythm, a verbal tug-of-war that suited their quick wits and sharp tongues. It was as familiar as the layout of the apartment they’d shared for three years, as the lightly incensed smell of their bedroom, as the click of the door shutting behind her.

Soft hands on her shoulders, fingers trailing along the side of her neck. Breath against her ear. Brooke shivered, her heart skipping a beat. (It was still beating, she reminded herself. Slower, more faint, but it was there. Unlearning the mythical stereotypes was taking time.)

Mercy’s voice in her ear, dark, sensuous. A little intimidating. You remember your safeword? 

Eyes still closed, the woman grinned. For a moment, she felt her lips part to show her teeth; she self-consciously stunted the smile to a closed-lip smirk instead. I don’t know, it’s been awhile since you’ve topped, I may have forgotten. 

She heard a dramatic gasp, followed by the mild sting of a slap on the arm. "You brat! Mercy laughed. Fine, your backup safeword is ‘asparagus,’ then, until you remember your usual one." Brooke went to make a show of disgust with her face but was caught off guard by a shove at the small of her back that sent her stumbling forward. Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she wobbled, managing to stay standing with only a little flailing of