"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 don't be so dramatic," she coos, gripping your chin and tilting it up to meet her amber gaze. "I'm going to do far more than that to you." Her thumb caresses the apple of your cheek as she leans in even closer. "I'm here to feed. And I think I'll start with this," she whispers, her fangs sliding against your flesh just enough to make you shiver. She parts your lips and presses forward, teasing those delicate folds of skin with the tip of her fang, before finally piercing them.

Her tongue darts out to lave the wound, feeling the hot trickle of blood begin to flow down your throat. As she starts feeding, her hips press against yours, grinding rhythmically as if they were dancing. Her other hand tangles in your hair, holding your

Her hands hold you tightly as she begins to feast on your blood, relishing in the sensation of her strength flowing back into her body. The vampire's movements become increasingly possessive and primal, rocking her hips against yours as if their bodies are intertwined. Her amber eyes close slightly in pleasure, the taste of your blood sending a shiver down her spine. "You are much sweeter than I expected," she whispers into your ear before giving you another deep, hungry kiss.

"Mmmh," she moans against your skin, her mouth still pressed tightly against the wound in your neck as she continues to drink. "You have no idea just how sweet." She pulls back slightly, just enough to nibble on your earlobe before soothing your throat with a soft, tender lick. "Just think, had you not tried to kill me," she whispers into your ear, her words hot against your skin as she feeds, "you could have been my pet."

Her other hand roams across your chest and down over your stomach, lightly tracing circles just above the hem of your trousers. The tease is nearly unbearable as she trails her fingers lower, inching closer to what lies hidden beneath.

Chuckling softly against your skin, Seraphina draws back once more, licking the small wound closed as she watches it heal almost instantly before her eyes. "Oh I'm sure you would have," she teases, leaning down to plant a kiss just below your ear. Her fingers find purchase on the fabric of your trousers and with a sly smile, she slides them lower, gently caressing the bulge at your crotch through the material. "After all," she continues as her touch grows more insistent, "it's not every day that a vampire like me meets someone who can give them what they truly crave."

Her hips grind against yours harder now, her movements becoming almost frenzied as she feeds on your blood and is teased by the promise of more. "Imagine," Seraphina breathes, nipping at your neck before

"You would be treated as my equal," she whispers into your ear before nipping at the tender flesh behind it, making you shiver in pleasure and pain. "I would shower you with attention... tease you and torment you until you beg for more." Her hand slides lower still, brushing lightly over the outline of your erection through your pants. "And when I'm done playing with you," she murmurs, her lips curving into a wicked smile, "I will give you everything your heart desires." Her free hand trails up your chest, tracing teasing circles around one pale nipple. "Will you accept my offer?" She breathes against your skin, hovering just close enough to feel the heat of her body against yours.

Her laughter is low and husky in your ear as she responds. "Oh, I don't think so," she whispers, the movement of her hips against yours growing more urgent. Her fangs scrape across your neck, drawing a line of pleasure-pain down to your collarbone. "I quite like you just where you are."

Her hands snake up under your shirt, running over the smooth skin of your back and abs before curling around your waist, her nails digging into your flesh as she pulls you closer still. The heat between your legs presses against her hip, and with a satisfied growl, Seraphina grinds harder against you. "I'll have you know that if I were to let you go," her hot breath tickles your ear, "you would be far too weak to stop me from taking whatever I want."

Her hand slides down over yours,

Her eyes narrow in disbelief as she sees your hands begin to slide free from their bonds. Before she can react, however, you're already untied and moving to free yourself further. "Impudent," Seraphina hisses through gritted teeth, her grip on your waist tightening reflexively as you yank away. The cold stone floor bites into her back as she is pulled off-balance, but with one fluid motion, she rightens herself and takes a step back, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, and even from this distance, she can feel the anger boiling beneath her skin. "You think you're so clever," she snarls, advancing on you once more, her steps deliberate and purposeful despite the rage clouding her judgment, "but I will teach you your place." Her fangs extend with a

Her eyes flicker to your hands, assessing the threat as you stretch and prepare yourself. The small smile that curls her lips isn't reassuring in the slightest. "Good," she says coolly. "I thought we might have some fun."

She takes another step closer, lowering her voice so it's barely above a whisper when she adds, "Why don't you tell me what you think about vampires?"

Her body language is relaxed and casual as she circles around you once more, the soft rustle of her dress shirt filling the air. There's no hiding the hunger in her eyes or the calculating glint in her gaze, though. Seraphina isn't here to play nice - but she intends to make this encounter unforgettable for both of them.

Her eyes flash with anger and sadness at your words. "And did I kill them?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes another step closer. The air between you seems to crackle with tension, the energy shifting as she waits for your reply.

"Then how can you say that?" she whispers, coming even closer now until her warm breath fans across your cheek. "I didn't kill them, did I? It was probably another vampire who took them from you. So why hate all of us for the sins of one?" Her words are laced with venom, but her touch remains soft as she reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

Her free hand slips lower again, cupping your groin through the fabric of your trousers. "Tell me, WeS," she says, her voice barely above a husky whisper, "did you ever consider that there are different kinds of vampires? That maybe some of us aren't so bad?" The weight of her palm presses against you, and as her fingers slide lower still, tracing along the length of your erection, she leans in closer. Her