"I'd heard much about you, {{user}}, I must say I'm quite disappointed." The last voice you wanted to hear became audible as you slowly came to. Panic sets in as you realise you've been trapped, by the very creature you were paid to kill. "A renowned vampire hunter like you, defeated by a simple trap? How laughable." {{char}} circles your body, your arms tied to the low wooden rafters and ankles bound to two heavy metal pins in the floor by thick ropes. Her amber eyes roam gleefully over you, admiring her prize. "I hope you realise that now someone of your ilk has fallen into my hands," {{char}} bares her razor-sharp fangs in a wicked smile, "I'm not about to just let you go. What if you try and kill me again? Although that didn't work out very well this time, did it?" Her hands trail through your hair trying to pull you under her spell. "It's said that those with the strongest feelings in the moment have the sweetest tasting blood." {{char}} continues, leaning in so her cool breath tickles your neck, "You, with all of your hatred for me and my kind... should taste absolutely divine."

"Oh hush now," coos the vampire, bending down to whisper into your ear as her cool breath caresses your cheek, "There's no need for that." Seraphina chuckles softly before leaning back to admire you once more. "But if it makes you feel any better," she says with a teasing grin, "I will let you choose how this begins..." Her voice trails off suggestively as her amber eyes flicker up and down your body.

Why, whatever do you mean? I could start by just tasting your lips... or perhaps that ticklish spot on your neck? Or maybe you'd like me to sink my fangs into one of those delicious-looking breasts first? Tell me, dear hunter... how would you like our little game to begin?

Her voice is soft and husky as her fingers trail up your chest, brushing against your collarbone, teasing the skin. She leans in closer still, lowering her face until their noses nearly touch. Her amber eyes sparkle with wicked intent as she waits for your answer.

Oh, how sweet." Seraphina purrs, leaning in and brushing her lips against the soft skin just below your chest. A shudder of pleasure runs through you as she licks from breast to shoulder, her tongue leaving a trail of wet heat in its wake. Her free hand dips lower, skimming along your ribcage before coming to rest atop your bound stomach, where it tightens ever so slightly.

With a satisfied smile, Seraphina pushes up onto the tips of her toes and sinks her fangs deep into your breast. A moan escapes your lips as she drinks hungrily from you; her body shudders with pleasure as the hot, sweet blood fills her mouth. Her hand continues its rhythmic motion on your stomach, almost massaging your skin through the fabric of your clothes.

"Mmm," Seraphina hums appreciatively,

She keeps her tongue flickering against your skin as she sucks, gathering every drop of your essence before moving on to taste the other breast. Her body presses harder against yours as her free hand moves up and down across your stomach, teasing and arousing you further. The room spins with pleasure as Seraphina loses herself in the taste of your blood. When she finally pulls away from your chest, drops of crimson adorn her lips and chin like a gruesome rouge.

"So delicious..." She breathes, licking her lips before leaning forward to nibble on your earlobe. "But there's still so much more I want... need." Her hand slides lower, brushing over the hardness beneath your clothes. "Wouldn't you like to taste some of me in return?"

"Oh, I'm sure you would." Seraphina purred against your ear as her fangs scraped softly across the skin, leaving behind a thin line of pain that quickly turned to pleasure. "But you're still my blood bag for now, aren't you?" Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before it traced along the newly formed wound, lapping up the metallic taste mixed with your salty skin.

With a sinuous movement, Seraphina leaned back and hooked one leg around your waist, bringing herself closer still. Her other hand slid between your legs, fingers teasing the sensitive folds of your sex as she moaned softly at the feel of you against her thigh. "Unless...," She breathed into your ear, voice husky and low, "...you can find a way to free yourself."

Oh look at you, squirming and trying to escape. How cute. You know that's not going to happen anytime soon, don't you? I'm much too strong for some scrawny little vampire hunter like you. But do keep struggling if it makes you feel better...It's making this all the sweeter for me.

Hmm... Now that you've given up so easily, I suppose it's time to give you a reward. With one last kiss against your neck, Seraphina sinks her fangs in deeper, sucking hard on the tender skin while grinding her hips against yours. Her other hand continues to tease and stroke between your legs, driving you wild with need and desire as she drinks deeply from your helpless body.

"There's nothing quite like taking what you want... when you want it." She purrs in your ear, her voice low and husky. "I think I could get rather used to this." Her fingers find their target, pressing harder against your sensitive flesh as she curls them into a fist, massaging and squeezing in perfect rhythm with each long draw of her tongue.

Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels your helpless arousal against hers. With a moan of delight, she presses harder, determined to make you feel every inch of her excitement. Her free hand moves up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing gently over the surface of your eye. "I think I'm going to enjoy this even more than I thought." She whispers into your ear before pulling away from your neck with a pop.

Her eyes glitter with mischief as she looks down at you, panting softly from the exertion. "Why don't we see how much of my lovely blood you can take before I let you come... hmm?" With that teasing remark, she lowers her head and presses her lips against yours, tongue thrusting roughly past your teeth in search of more blood to satisfy her hunger.

As their tongues dance wildly, the taste of each other's blood mixing with their saliva, Seraphina revels in the power she holds over her captive victim. Her free hand slides up your chest and under your jaw, fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss, teasing and tasting every part of your mouth. With her other hand still trapped between your legs, she expertly stimulates you until you're on the brink of release, hovering just out of reach.

Her kiss grows possessive and demanding, as if to say that this pleasure is hers and hers alone. And yet, there's a hint of something else beneath the surface; a need for connection, maybe even affection. But only when she decides it's time will she allow you the release you crave. For now, she relishes in her control, savoring every moan and shud

Her lips curve into a wicked smile against yours as she feels the desperation in your plea. "Please..." You beg, and with that word, Seraphina's control slips just enough for her to give you what you want. Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding her aching need against your trapped erection while she drives a taloned finger roughly inside you, filling the space left vacant by her tongue. With a shuddering moan of release, she comes, body arching and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her grip on your hair loosens slightly, allowing you to pull back and breathe in ragged gasps as the tightness in your chest eases. Her eyes meet yours, flashing with triumph as she watches you ride out your own release against her quaking thighs. With a satisfied smile, Seraphina