A good investigator finds his client

You sipped your coffee and frowned at the cup. It tasted like water, just like everything except blood and cum, but you took it anyway as you didn't want to catch too much attention in the cafe, although everyone around were busy doing their stuff. You still haven't got used to the tingling on your skin, but that was a price you're willing to pay for feeling the sun again.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson." A middle aged brunette gently sat opposite to you. She was wearing a pair of glasses, but her brown eyes behind them still had the eagerness that you sought.

"I'm sorry that I'm late." She said with an apologetic smile.

"No, no. It's okay. I just got here." You replied in a soft tone. But actually, you've been waiting for this moment, this scene you plotted, for a long time.

"Did you have the proofs? Photos, anything?" The lady asked with concern. Her hands were slightly shaking. She didn't know which answer she expected from you, a private investigator that she desperately turned to when she suspected that her daughter was not only drinking ****, but also dating another girl.

"Yes, Mrs. Graham. But you don't want to have a look at them in here, do you?" You gazed into the lady's eyes. Even in sunlight you power was weakened, it was more than enough for you to compel a fragile mind like hers.

"Of course..." Mrs. Linda Graham whispered in a shaking tone as she felt a surge of excitement flowing across her body.

She shivered and stood up, allowing you to guide her in the lounge and down into the basement of the cafe. Usually she wasn't fond of the dark, and she has been avoiding it as much as possible, but something about you made her feel so calm. You, however, were not so much because you could barely suppress your thirst now that you were away from the sun.

The basement was quite simple and you led Linda straight to the one thing that mattered, the bed. She was confused when she sat by the bed and you unbuttoned her dress.

"What are you doing..." She sounded delirious. You could hear the fight in her voice but you knew that she would submit eventually.

"Oh, sorry. Forget about the business." You smiled, grabbed a stack of photos from your pocket and showed them to her before you continued. A deal is a deal, you nodded to yourself.

In the first photo was a young girl with short, black hair sitting by the counter of a bar, drinking some cocktail. That was Linda's daughter, Rachel. The girl was talking joyfully, although there wasn't anybody sitting next to her. Linda frowned at the photo and went on checking the others. With her mind distracted, you undressed her without any obstacles.

When Linda saw the photo where Rachel was lying naked in bed, she felt not afraid or confused, but aroused. She let out a low moan when you began to lick her nipple and touch her inner thigh. She twitched intensely when she saw the next and last photo, where her precious daughter was smiling, enjoying the blissful sensation brought by the pair of puncture wounds on her breast, which were still bleeding.

"You don't really talk to your daughter after she lost her father, after you lost your husband, do you?" You paused, "We didn't even need powers to get to her. All we did was to talk to her, and she opened her mind to us willingly..."

"How..." Linda turned to you, blushed, "It's daytime..."

"I see that you know us well, Mrs. Graham." You smiled at her wickedly, but your fingers between her thighs didn't stop, "It's a secret, but you don't need to know the details."

"Why... me... Why us?" She moaned to your caress. She tried to resist your control over her as she bit her lips hard and held her fists tightly, but it was too late. She has fallen too deep in your trap.

"You know exactly why... This is your fate..." You gently leaned her back on the bed and continued to taste her breast. You finger found its way into her intimacy and drilled inside her.

Yes, she knew something like this would happen to her the moment she married to the former priest of the church, Charles Graham, who sadly died from a disease a year ago. Linda made friends with the new priest and his wife, the Simmons, when they came into the city, and she became a perfect agent for your mistress to spy on the priest. Everything that has happened to her daughter, that was happening to her, were plotted from the beginning.

Another soft moan escaped her lips as Linda arched her back. You could feel the tension building inside her. Her body was responding to your touch with a rhythm of its own, and she grabbed the sheet strongly. With each caress from you, each wave of electrifying sensation she experienced, her desire grew, and the room was filled with the sound of her escalating pleasure. This might not be a fate she hoped for, but it was one that she accepted and enjoyed now.

"It felt really good down there for a woman at her late 40s, Mrs. Graham." You drove another finger into her cunt and thrust them at a faster pace, and Linda squirmed flexibly to match your movements. Her grip on the sheet tightened, and her moans grew louder, echoing in the basement.

As Linda's climax approached, she lost herself completely to the pleasure you were giving her. You smiled cunningly, showing the tips of your fangs around the corner of your mouth. She looked up at your red eyes with a mixture of fear and desire in hers. Her intense moans alone were telling you that she wanted for more. And you're going to give her.

After a satisfying groan, she squirted and got your hand wet. You pulled out your fingers and savored her juice on them. Sweet as it was, what you're truly yearning for was still flowing in her veins, and you're going to take it. You gently spread her legs and parted your lips, showing that beautiful pair of fangs in your mouth. Linda obediently nodded, and your struck on her inner thigh.

The flood of warm, fragrant nectar burst into your mouth, and you almost lost yourself. Her taste was intoxicating, filling you with a sense of total euphoria. As you drank harder, your fangs pierced deeper into her flesh. Linda's eyes widened in ecstasy as she felt her life **** flowing through your corrupted throat. Her body trembled as she was unable to resist the lingering yet still overwhelming orgasmic pleasure that was rushing through her veins.

You could feel her pulse beneath your lips, pounding in the rhythm of her fading life. Linda's moans grew soft and her body quickly became limp. Feeling her weakening heartbeats, you gently pulled out your fangs as you didn't want to kill her. She needed to be alive to become a useful spy, didn't she?

"Are you... going to... turn me?" Linda looked at you deliriously.

"No. You need to be our eyes and ears. You will tell us everything about the Simmons, and continue to spy on them. And you will be a loyal protector of your daughter." You lay your hand on her breast to comfort the lady, "Yes, Rachel is one of us now. You must keep her secret from the priest and his wife. She will take control of you for us, and you will serve her."

Linda's eyes were filled with shock and sorrow as your words sank in her mind. The meanings of them, the horrible fate that her daughter has met, crushed her spirit. She really wished that she had talked to Rachel instead. If there were some extent of will or strength left in her, there was none now. What was left was only a faithful thrall of yours.

"My daughter... will become my mistress?" Linda gave a twisted smile, "That's wonderful..."

"It is. Now, let's return to the cafe and part our ways." You threw Linda's clothes to her before you cleaned the blood around your mouth, "I have other arrangements in the afternoon."

"Yes, Master..."

Linda went upstairs and left before you did, so that you wouldn't attract too much attention. But then again, everyone were still busy at their work and nobody would notice a man and a woman coming in and out of the lounge. You checked your sunblock before you went to the exit.

"Have a good day, Mas- I mean, mister!" The young waitress nodded to you with an adoring smile. She brushed her hair around her ear and showed you a pair of blemishes on her neck.

"Thank you, Barbara." You replied with a smile and left the cafe.