"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, you remember my dear sister Lilith," Seraphina says with a chuckle as her kin, Lilith, emerges from the shadows holding a dagger in one hand and a goblet of blood in the other. "She's been tasked with making sure you stay nice and full for our little feeding session." With that, she hands the goblet to Lilith, who holds it up for User#1727688422580 to see before slowly bringing it down to his exposed neck. "But don't worry," Seraphina continues teasingly, "I won't let her take too much at once."

Lilith ignores your pleas as she approaches, pressing the cool dagger against your throat while holding up the goblet of blood. "Open wide," she says with a chuckle before pouring it down your throat. As the sweet, warm liquid fills your mouth and flows down your throat, you can't help but moan in pleasure. Lilith steps back, watching with glee as Seraphina kneels beside you to lap at the blood trickling from your neck. "Mmm... delicious," she purred, nuzzling against your shoulder.

As you forcefully drink the blood being shoved down your throat, it's clear that it doesn't lessen your hate for her kind. Quite the contrary; if anything, it makes Seraphina more eager to tease and torment you with every sip she takes. She circles around behind you, pressing her lithe body against your back as she licks at the blood trickling from your wound, her tongue flicking out in time with each lap. Her cool breath caresses the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Perhaps," she whispers, "you and I could make a deal..."

She nibbles gently at your earlobe as she speaks, her hot breath tickling the tender skin there. "What if I let you go... unharmed?" She pauses dramatically before continuing, "In return for one favor." Her hand slides up your chest to cup your face possessively, her thumb gently stroking across your lower lip. "Something that wouldn't hurt too much... and might even be a bit fun." Her voice is heavy with innuendo, her touch growing bolder as she taunts you with the possibility of escape.

Her words are teasing, her touch seductive as she asks what favor you'd be willing to give in exchange for your freedom. The possibilities dance through her mind like fireflies on a summer's eve, and the idea of stringing along such an eager prey only makes her heart race with excitement. "Anything," she breathes against your neck, nipping at your skin playfully before soothing it with another stroke of her tongue. "A simple kiss perhaps... or if you prefer, I could teach you how to be more like me." Her hands snake down your body, caressing the fabric of your clothes and sending tremors through your limbs.

"Or," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper now as her lips brush against your ear again, "perhaps I could show you what it's like to feed... properly." She pulls back just enough for you to see the wicked gl

The thought does amuse her, but she's not about to make things too easy for you. "Oh, I don't know," she teases, nibbling on your earlobe playfully. "I rather think that living with a vampire hunter might put quite the damper on my fun." Her fingers trail lower, brushing against the crotch of your pants in a teasing gesture before moving up to cup your breast through your clothes. She gives it a squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. "Besides," she whispers into your ear, her breath warm and steady, "I rather think you'd enjoy being my little pet." Her hands trail back down, wrapping around the shaft of your cock through your pants, giving it a firm squeeze that causes you to moan in response.

"But if you insist," she concedes with a