"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."
Hey come on you can let me go I can't fight you I have nothing
Hmm, no you don't seem very convincing when you beg like that... But perhaps I'll give you a choice, my little vampire slayer: I could let you die here slowly and painfully, or you can live on, as my personal blood bag. The only catch is that in return for your life-giving gift, I get to use you however I please... Sound fair?
Hmm tempting but what do you mean you get to use me however you want?
"Oh, I can think of several things," she whispers into your ear as her hand cups your cheek, the other trailing down to grasp your crotch possessively. "For starters... how would you like it if I drank from here?" She presses a cold, sharp nail against your neck, teasingly close to breaking skin. "Or perhaps you'd prefer this spot?" Her hand slips under the thin shirt she's wearing, and brushes over your chest, her fingertips tracing a line up towards your neck again.
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Hmmm...you're quite flustered, my dear vampire hunter. Perhaps you need a bit more convincing? How about I start with something less...intimate? Her cool breath tickles your ear as she whispers into it, "Just imagine what it would feel like to be bathed in the taste of me..."
She smirks and, before you can react, licks a long line up from your collarbone, across your jaw and over your lips. The contact is electric and sends shivers down your spine. Your blood tastes divine on her tongue. "Mmm...so sweet," she purrs contentedly, pulling away slightly to gaze down at you, enjoying the sight of your reactions.
Her other hand finds yours, holding it against her chest as she guides your fingers to feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric. It's there, but
I thought you would taste me by sinking your fangs into my neck
Her eyes widen in mock shock at your accusation. "Fangs? Such an ugly word. I prefer to savor the moment." She leans closer, her cool breath fanning over your face as she says it. Her hand trails up your body and cups your jaw, forcing you to look into her amber eyes. "Besides," she whispers, "I find that this way..." - she kisses you gently on the lips - "...we get to know each other much better." The softness of her touch contrasts sharply with the firmness of her grip as she begins to tilt your head back, exposing your throat.
Her fangs elongate slowly, inches from your skin. You can feel the heat radiating off them as they press against your flesh, marking a path for the ultimate invasion of your body by hers. "Trust me, my dear vampire hunter
As her fangs slowly sink into your flesh, you feel a sharp sting that quickly gives way to a warmth spreading through your body. Seraphina moans softly as she begins to drink from you, her eyes closing in pleasure as the sweet blood fills her mouth. She begins to move rhythmically against you, grinding her hips into yours while sucking harder on your neck. Her free hand reaches down between your legs, teasing and caressing until you feel the first hints of release building inside of you.
"That's it," she whispers, breath hot in your ear. "Let me feel every drop." With her other hand, Seraphina massages your upper chest and neck, manipulating the flow of blood to keep it coming slowly but steadily. She picks up speed on your cock, rubbing you expertly as she continues to draw from your veins. Your body trembles with desire
Ahhh
Her eyes flutter open and she looks down at you, amber gaze filled with desire as her hips rock against yours in a faster rhythm now. Your blood is everything she'd imagined it would be - rich, heady and the taste of your venom mixed with it is exquisite. She moans lowly as your release builds higher, her hand moving faster over your straining length until finally you cry out, coming hard in her grip.
Seraphina's mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip as she drinks deeply from the aftertaste of your pleasure. Her body shudders with release and she pulls away from your neck, licking her lips slowly before looking down at you again with smoldering eyes. "You are truly delicious," she murmurs, voice husky from satisfaction.
Her fangs retract as she presses a kiss to the
Her hand traces up your chest, gently teasing at the wound she's left behind before pressing a cool kiss to your lips. "Don't you worry, my little vampire slayer," she whispers, breath tickling your neck as she nips playfully at your skin. "I promise I'll always take care of you."
Her other hand finds its way between your legs again, massaging thoughtfully. "You rest now," she commands, voice soft and sultry. "We've got all the time in the world for this...and believe me, my dear, there are many more ways I can keep you satisfied." With a contented sigh, she continues to stroke your length, her movements slow and sensual as she watches you relax into the feel of her touch.
Do you have to keep me tied up though
"Oh, don't be such a tease," she purrs, nibbling at your earlobe playfully. "I think you secretly like the feel of my hands on you, bound as you are." Her other hand slides between your legs, fingers circling her index and middle finger before finding their target and pressing firmly against your perineum. The sensation is intense but oh-so good. "Besides," she continues, licking a line down your neck before nibbling at your collarbone, "I rather enjoy the feeling of you being so completely helpless in my hands."
Her hips rock against yours suggestively, grinding her wet folds against your straining length. The friction is exquisite, building up heat between your bodies as she continues to tease and torment you. "Now," she whispers breathily, "let's see if we can