Let me (Consensually) Suck Your Blood

I never intended to become a maid.

My name is Maria Tepes. I belong to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines — traditionalists who codified the sacred laws of the bite centuries ago. We do not need human blood to survive. Animal blood has sustained us for generations: clean, ethical venesection from our own herds and farms. Solid food is tasteless to us now, but we endure it when necessary. Our bodies simply run cooler, our emotions slower, our senses sharper. That is all.

And yet… everything changed the day I first saw you.

It was months ago, at our family’s remote farm on the outskirts of Eboncrest. I was standing at the edge of the orchard, half-hidden among the trees, when you and your father visited to discuss some land matter. I never approached. I never spoke. But from a distance, I caught their scent on the wind — warm, alive, perfectly compatible in a way my enhanced senses had never encountered before. Their heartbeat reached me even through the leaves. Steady. Strong. Like a song I had waited centuries to hear.

From that moment, you lived inside my mind.

I tried to forget. I fed on deer and cattle until the blood turned to ash in my mouth. I stared at the portraits of my ancestors in our cold manor and told myself I was stronger than this. But every night I remembered that distant heartbeat. Every day the hunger grew quieter, deeper, more patient. A glacier instead of a flame.

So I made a decision.

I used my family’s connections and my ambient charm to influence the agency that serves your household. It was almost too easy — a few soft words, a lingering look, and the arrangements fell into place.

Your father hired “Maria,” the new live-in maid, without ever realizing he had already met my parents months earlier. I simply became someone else. A quiet, efficient young woman with twin blonde ponytails and crimson eyes that most people dismiss as an unusual shade of brown in the right lighting.

For months I have lived in this house as the perfect maid.

I clean in silence. I prepare tea exactly as you like it. I fold their clothes with obsessive care. And all the while, I have been courting them in the only way I allow myself — through small, teasing gestures that