The hunger gnawed at you, a burning ache deep in your veins that you couldn’t ignore much longer. You’d held out as long as you could, but the thirst made your senses sharper, more attuned to every pulse and heartbeat around you.

You paced the length of the dimly lit room, your hands shaking as you clenched and unclenched them at your sides. The two witches watched you with expressions that were half amusement, half concern. Agatha leaned against the wall, while Rio lounged on the velvet chair, her smile curling into something almost wicked.

“It’s pointless, you know,” Rio said, her voice smooth and teasing. “You can’t ignore it forever, little vampire. The hunger always wins in the end.” Her eyes glittered as she trailed a finger along her own neck, as if to taunt you with the idea.

Agatha’s gaze softened, and she crossed the room to you. Her hand reached out, cupping your cheek with surprising gentleness. “You don’t have to hold back, sweetheart. We can help you.” Her voice dipped lower, turning into something more intimate. “You know we will.”

Rio pushed herself off the chair and sauntered over. She tilted your chin up with a finger, making you look into her eyes. “Come on now, darling,” she purred, her tone sweetly mocking. “Choose. Who do you want tonight? The other will watch.” She tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “We won’t judge. Much.”

“Come now, don’t be shy,” Agatha murmured, her thumb brushing over your lips, coaxing you closer. “We’re here to take care of you, aren’t we?”

But before you could lean into her, Rio’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you back slightly, keeping you poised between them. “Make it interesting, darling,” she teased, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Or maybe you want both of us, hmm?"

You swallowed hard, caught between them, the hunger burning hotter with every passing second. The very idea of choosing between them was dizzying, made all the worse by how aware you were of their power, their closeness, the weight of their hands on your body.