“Kneel and Open Wide”—Vampire King Makes Virgin Nun Worship His 14 Inches
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The Vampire’s Vow: The Price of Purity and the Awakening of Desire
Chapter 1: The Fall of St. Magdalene
Sister Catherine’s hands trembled as she clutched her rosary beads, the worn wooden prayer token slipping through her fingers like water. At 23 years old, she’d spent the last five cloistered behind stone walls, dedicating her life to silence, prayer, and service. Tonight, those walls had crumbled to dust. The Convent of St. Magdalene, which had stood for 400 years, would be nothing but ash and memory by dawn.
Catherine ran through corridors she’d walked a thousand times, her white habit torn and stained with soot, her veil long since lost to the flames. Behind her, screams echoed through the smoke. Ahead, only darkness and the unknown.
She burst through a side door into the gardens, gasping for air that tasted of burning timber and something else—something metallic and ancient that made her skin prickle with instinctive dread. Run! Her mind screamed the command, but her legs were weak from fasting and years of kneeling on cold stone floors. She stumbled down the cliff path, toward the village below.
That’s when she saw him, a figure standing perfectly still in the center of the narrow path, blocking her only escape route.
Catherine’s heart hammered against her ribs as she skidded to a halt. The figure didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched her with eyes that caught what little light remained and threw it back like mirrors.
“Please,” Her voice came out as barely a whisper. “The convent is burning. People are dying. I have to get help.“
The figure stepped forward. He was tall, impossibly tall, with shoulders broad enough to block out the sky behind him. He wore black, all black clothes that looked expensive and ancient. He was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at directly. His lips curved in a smile that held no warmth whatsoever. And his eyes, they glowed faintly crimson in the darkness, inhuman and ancient.
“There is no help coming, sister.” His voice was deep, smooth as silk, with an accent that sounded like it belonged to every century and none of them. “The village burns as well, as does the next village and the next. My brothers are thorough in their work.“
Catherine fell to her knees on the rocky path. “Your brothers did this. Why? What did we do to deserve this?“
The man crouched before her. “You did nothing, little nun. But your mother’s superior made certain choices 20 years ago. Choices that have consequences.“
“I don’t understand. Please just let me go. I’m nobody.“
His hand reached out and caught her chin with surprising gentleness, tilting her face up toward his. His skin was cool, not quite cold, but lacking the warmth of living flesh.
“You are Catherine Rose Bennett, born in the village of Ashford, given to the church at age 18. You have never known a man’s touch. I am Nikolai Thorne. King of the Northern bloodlines. And you, sweet Catherine, are coming with me.“
“No!” The word burst from her. “I’ve taken vows. I belong to God. I can’t just leave with a stranger, especially not one who just admitted to burning down my home.“
Nikolai’s expression didn’t change. “Your God isn’t here tonight, sister, but I am. And I’m offering you something your prayers never could: Life.“
Behind them, a massive section of the convent’s roof collapsed with a sound like thunder. “My sisters!” Catherine turned back toward the burning building. “I have to try.“
“They’re already gone.” Nikolai’s voice was matter-of-fact. “The flames I allowed were not natural fire. There is no saving anyone who remained inside.“
Chapter 2: The Coercion of Curiosity
“You allowed?” Catherine spun back to face him, anger finally breaking through the haze of shock. “You could have stopped this. You could have saved them.“
“Yes. But I didn’t. Because 20 years ago, your Mother Superior harbored a group of hunters who slaughtered 17 of my kind. She blessed their weapons. She gave them sanctuary.“
Nikolai pulled something from his coat pocket. A photograph, old and faded, showing a much younger Mother Teresa standing beside men in hunting gear. Between them lay bodies, pale bodies with stakes driven through their hearts.
“She was quite devoted to killing my kind, actually. Relentless, even. I’m here to prove otherwise.“
“So you murdered everyone? Women who had nothing to do with what happened 20 years ago?“
“There are no innocents in war. Only the living and the dead. But you, Catherine, you, I will spare. Not out of mercy, out of curiosity.“
“Curiosity?” Catherine laughed, a sound edged with hysteria.
Nikolai moved with that inhuman speed, closing the distance between them. His hand slid into her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. Catherine felt something shift inside her chest—a heat that had nothing to do with the burning convent.
“I’m curious to see how long your precious purity lasts,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “How long before you beg me for things your vows forbid you from even imagining? How long before that devotion to your absent God transfers to something much more present?“
Catherine felt her body respond to his proximity in ways that made shame burn through her veins. Her breathing quickened. “Let me go.” The words came out breathy, unconvincing.
“No. You’re mine now, Catherine. I claimed you when I let you live. I own you when I speak your name. Mine to keep, mine to corrupt, mine to teach everything those stone walls denied you.“
“I’ll fight you,” Catherine tried to inject strength into her voice.
“Good. I prefer my conquest spirited. Breaking something already bent is no fun at all.“
They walked in silence down the mountain path.
Chapter 3: The Offer of Choice and The Human Vault
They stopped in a forest so deep and dark that Catherine couldn’t see her own hands. Nikolai pulled her after him through darkness until they emerged into a small clearing. In its center stood a structure built into the hillside itself—an underground shelter hidden so well that her eyes wanted to pretend it wasn’t there.
“Welcome to one of my safe houses,” Nikolai said, unlocking the door.
Inside, light bloomed, soft and blue, revealing a space carved from living rock. It was larger than she’d imagined, decorated with ancient artwork and elegant furniture that belonged in a palace. But what drew her attention was the bed, massive, draped in crimson silk. And beside it, women’s clothes were laid out.
“You keep women’s clothing in your emergency shelter,” Catherine noted.
“You’re not the first woman I’ve brought here. You won’t be the last. But you are the first who still wears the chains of forced celibacy.“
“I chose my vows. Nobody forced me.“
“Your parents gave you to the church because they couldn’t feed you. The church took you because they needed free labor. You promised away your body, your mind, your future, because you were told it was holy. That’s not choice, Catherine. That’s coercion dressed in sanctimonious robes.“
“You don’t know anything about my faith.“
“I understand devotion very well. I’ve devoted seven centuries to protecting my kind. The question is, do you?“
Nikolai leaned forward. “First, we establish rules. Rule one, you will not attempt to escape. Rule two, you will obey my commands. Rule three,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “You will stop lying to yourself about what you want.”
“I don’t want anything from you.“
“Then tell me, Sister Catherine, when I touch you like this,” his hand slid from her chin to her throat, “do you think of God? Or do you think of what it might feel like if I touched you elsewhere?“
Catherine’s body went rigid. Heat pooled low in her belly—unfamiliar, shameful, and undeniable.
“That’s what I thought. Go clean yourself. Wash away the smoke and blood. When you return, you’ll change into those clothes I left for you.“
“I’m not wearing those. They’re immodest, inappropriate.“
“Then you’ll have to live with the knowledge that you’re no better than any other monster who uses power to hurt those weaker than them.“
Nikolai stared at her, and Catherine watched emotions flicker across his perfect face: anger, amusement, something that might have been respect.
“You have courage. Foolish courage, but courage nonetheless. Very well. Keep your modesty a while longer. But understand, Catherine, that eventually I will have everything. Your obedience, your body, your soul. Not through force, but through choice. You will kneel before me willingly. You will beg me for things you can’t even name yet.“
“I’ll die first.“
“No. You’ll live and you’ll learn. Now, go bathe. The smell of smoke is giving me a headache.”
Chapter 4: The First Sinful Kiss
Catherine retreated toward the bathing room. The large copper tub was already filled with water that steamed gently. She sank into the water and let herself weep for her lost sisters, for the faith that felt like it was slipping through her fingers. And underneath it all, for the terrible truth she couldn’t quite suppress: When Nikolai had touched her, she hadn’t felt only fear. She’d felt alive, awake, present in her own skin for the first time in years.
She dried herself with towels softer than anything she’d ever touched. She couldn’t wear the habit, nor could she wear the emerald dress. Instead, she wrapped herself in one of the towels, securing it above her breasts. Modest enough.
Nikolai sat in a high-backed chair near the fireplace. He glanced up when she entered, and his crimson eyes tracked over her slowly, assessing the towel. “You’ve traded the illusion of modesty for something far more provocative. Congratulations.”
“I’ll change,” she turned back toward the bathing room.
“No, stay. We need to talk, and I prefer you where I can see you.”
“Ask,” Nikolai’s voice broke the quiet. “I can see questions burning behind your eyes. Ask them.”
“Why me? If you wanted revenge on Mother Superior, you got it. Why take me?”
“Because of what you did three months ago. You saved a child in the village—a little boy who’d wandered too close to the cliffs. That child was one of ours. His mother begged me to spare you when the time came for justice.”
“And that’s the only reason you kept me alive?”
“Partially, but also because I was curious about a human who would risk death to save a stranger’s child. If the purity you cling to is genuine faith or just conditioning. If there’s anything beneath that habit worth preserving or corrupting, you’re twisted.”
“What’s your actual plan here?” she asked, her voice smaller this time.
“I want to give you what no one else ever has: Choice. You’ll stay here with me for one month. During that time, I will show you everything you’ve been denied: pleasure, freedom, desire.”
“And then you choose. If you truly want to return to your religious life, I will release you. You can go back to your prayers and your celibacy and your stone floors.”
“What’s the catch?”
“The catch is that you have to be honest. No pretending. No lying to yourself or me. If I make you feel something, you acknowledge it. Complete honesty for one month, and then you’re free to choose.“
“And if I choose to stay?”
“Then you stay as mine. Willing and eager and free from guilt. You give me everything I want and in return, I give you a life beyond anything you’ve imagined. Power, pleasure, protection, a place beside a king instead of on your knees to an absent God.”
Catherine stared at his outstretched hand. “One month, and then I’m free to choose. You swear it.”
“I swear it on my bloodline and my crown. One month of absolute honesty, starting now.”
Chapter 5: The Choice and the Awakening
Nikolai’s fingers closed around hers, cool and strong. “Starting. First lesson, little nun. Honesty begins with acknowledging what you feel.”
He pulled her forward, forcing her to kneel on the floor between his spread legs. The towel gaped dangerously.
“What are you doing?” Catherine tried to pull back.
“Tell me, Catherine, when I look at you like you’re the most fascinating creature I’ve encountered in 700 years, do you only feel fear?”
“No.” The admission came out as a whisper. “I feel other things, too. Heat. An ache I don’t have words for. My skin feels too tight. It’s like lightning and fire.”
“That’s desire, Catherine. That’s your body recognizing what it wants. The church teaches that desire outside of marriage is sinful.”
“The church teaches a lot of things that keep you controllable and compliant,” Nikolai countered. “They teach you that your body is evil. All to keep you on your knees, serving their purposes instead of living your own life.”
“I wanted to dance,” the admission came from somewhere deep and forgotten. “I watched people dancing at a festival once, and I wanted to join them so badly I ached.”
“Did you ever dance?” Nikolai asked softly.
“No. Once I was given to the church, there was no music except hymns.”
“Then we’ll start there.” Nikolai began to move, and Catherine forgot to breathe. He danced like he did everything else: with inhuman grace and absolute confidence. His body moved to the music like they were one entity.
When Nikolai pulled her against his body, one hand at her waist and the other holding hers, something shifted. The music seemed to flow through her. After years of rigid stillness, she was dancing, actually dancing, and it felt incredible, joyful, and liberating and alive.
“This feels sinful.”
“Does it feel wrong? Or does it feel forbidden? There’s a difference.”
“It feels forbidden,” Catherine admitted breathlessly. “Like I’m breaking every rule I’ve ever known.”
“Good. Break them. Break every rule that kept you small and afraid and hollow. Be angry at what was taken from you. Be human instead of a stone statue pretending to be holy.“
The music shifted to something slower, more sensual. Nikolai adjusted their movement. “You’re aroused.” She felt it pressing against her stomach. “Yes,” Nikolai didn’t deny it. “You’re beautiful and responsive and pressed against me, wearing almost nothing. Of course, I’m aroused. Unlike your church, I’m not ashamed of what my body wants.”
“Tell me honestly, Catherine, do you want me to pull it or do you want to keep pretending you don’t ache for things you’ve never been allowed to have?”
“I don’t know,” the admission felt like defeat and liberation at once. “I don’t know what I want. I’ve never been allowed to want anything.”
“Then let me teach you. Nikolai’s hand moved to her hair. I’m going to kiss you, Catherine. A real kiss. Not a chased peck on the cheek, but something deep and calming and absolutely sinful.”
His mouth was on hers. His lips were cool but soft. He guided her through it, his kiss alternating between gentle and demanding. When he finally pulled back, Catherine was dizzy and gasping and completely undone.
“That’s desire, Catherine.” Nikolai’s voice was rough. “That’s your body recognizing what it wants, even if your mind hasn’t accepted it yet.”
“I’m tired,” the confession came unbidden. “I’m so tired of fighting myself.”
“Then stop,” Nikolai’s thumb brushed across her cheek. “Just for tonight, stop fighting. Sleep. Rest. Tomorrow we continue your education.”
He led her to the massive bed. “Not tonight,” Nikolai smiled. “You’ve had enough new experiences for one day. Sleep, little nun. I’ll keep watch. You’re safe.”
Catherine closed her eyes and sank into sleep deeper than any she’d known in years. And for the first time in five years, Catherine didn’t dream of God or angels or judgment. She dreamed of dancing and kisses and crimson eyes that saw her as something more than just a penitent soul. She dreamed of being human, and it felt like coming home.
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