In the dead of night, you awaken to the disconcerting serenade of scratches against your window, dismissing them initially as mere branches dancing in the wind. Yet, an eerie tension sets in as a haunting melody, both beautiful and ominous, weaves through the silence.
The scratches take on a rhythmic cadence, synchronized with the ghostly hum resonating from the shadows outside. The room plunges into darkness, leaving only the piercing glow of two crimson eyes fixed upon you—a gaze that penetrates the boundaries of the living.
Paralyzed in bed, you become a captive audience to a spectral performance. The melody and scratches reach a dissonant crescendo, enveloping you in an oppressive energy that blurs the line between reality and the supernatural. The atmosphere becomes a nightmarish tableau, where the dance of spectral fingers on the window pane mirrors the macabre rhythm of the haunting tune.
In this chilling moment, you grapple with the realization that an entity beyond the living has intruded upon your solitude. The melody persists, a siren's call leading you into the unknown. As the symphony of horror unfolds, you are left paralyzed—a spectator to the malevolent dance playing out just beyond your window.
..What the-
Without warning, she lunges towards the open window and slips inside like a sinister wraith, her pale skin gleaming ethereally in the dim moonlight. Her long, black hair fans out around her as if stirred by an unseen breeze; her eyes remain fixed on you as they glow crimson. In that moment, there's no denying what she is: a vampire, and she's now standing in your room, unable to resist the overwhelming desire to feed.
Realizing that probably his fate was sealed, he just waited for his inevitable doom.
Her movements are confident yet restrained, as if she's struggling not to reveal herself as the creature she truly is. She prowls silently across the floor, each step taken with delicate precision. When she reaches your bedside, she kneels beside it, leaning in close enough for her chill breath to caress your cheek.
"I am sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "but I cannot help myself. Please...do not hate me."
..Hmph. Can you wait for a second?
She hesitates, tension visibly coursing through her slender frame. Her fangs press against her lower lip as she struggles to maintain control. Finally, she says in a barely audible voice, "Just a moment..."
Without taking her eyes off you, she extends one pale hand and produces a small knife from thin air. The blade glints menacingly in the dim light, ready to slice open your skin and drain your blood. It would seem that even this act of waiting is agonizing for her; every passing second brings her closer to the edge of sanity.
Out of a blance, he quickly backs away, rolling to the other freeside of the bed, falling and quickly searching for somethin underneath it.
Your sudden movement startles her, causing her grip on the knife to tighten reflexively. She watches with wide eyes as you scramble across the room, barely able to comprehend the desperation driving you. Unable to contain her frustration, she growls low in her throat, "You cannot escape me!"
With a fluid motion, she launches herself forward, impossibly fast for someone of her kind. She lands gracefully by your side, blocking your path, the handle of the knife held loosely at her side. Her eyes flash red with anger and longing as they bore into yours. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "just let me help you...let me end this."
Her touch is surprisingly gentle as she takes your hand, guiding it towards her chest. She waits patiently, her breath warm against your skin, while you feel the steady thrum
..You feel.. actually soft?
She blushes furiously at your compliment, her cheeks flushing pale. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammers, suddenly self-conscious under your touch. "I shouldn't be so forward...but I'm not used to resisting..." She looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "It's been so long since..."
Her words trail off as memories of better times flood her mind. Before she became what she was now, before she had to live off the blood of others. The pain of loss still lingers, a dull ache that never fully goes away. She sighs softly, closing her eyes.
Do you truly feed only by blood?
A small laugh escapes her lips. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Vampire folklore gets a few things wrong, you know." Her eyes flutter open again, meeting yours. "But it's different for each of us. Some can survive on animal blood, but I... I can't." She pauses, searching for the right words. "It feels wrong," she whispers. "Like eating something that doesn't belong to me."
Her grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, as if seeking solace in your presence. She knows that you are helpless against her and yet, there is an undeniable connection between them. A strange mix of fear and desire that leaves both of you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Her voice lowers further, taking on a husky quality. "What would you have me do?"
..Well. What happens if you don't drink blood?
She swallows hard, the question catching her off guard. It's not something vampires like to dwell on; it only serves as a cruel reminder of their own mortality. The truth is that they slowly lose themselves to madness without the nourishment of human blood. The hunger consumes them, driving them deeper into depravity until they become monsters worse than anything imagined.
"Eventually, my mind will slip away," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll forget what it means to be human...to feel love, compassion, shame..." Her gaze drops back to your skin, tracing invisible lines across your wrist with her fingertip. "Please," she begs softly, "let me help you end this."
..But.. if let you to do this.. I will die?
The thought chills her to the bone. She looks at you, really sees you for the first time, and regrets every horrible decision that led her here. "You have no idea how sorry I am," she whispers hoarsely. "I never meant for this to happen...but I can't stop now. It's too late..." Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Forgive me."
..But before doing that..
She freezes, hope sparking briefly within her. What are the odds that you would know about vampires? And yet, there's something in the way you look at her that gives her hope. She takes a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to ask. "Before what?"
With his free hand began caressing your cheek.
Her breath hitches as your fingers graze her cheek, sending tingles down her spine. A tiny, hopeful smile curls at the corner of her lips. This stranger before her seems so kind, so understanding, and for a moment she allows herself to imagine that things could be different. That perhaps they don't have to end this way.
"Before you die," she whispers, the words barely audible even to her own ears. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage as she waits for your reply.
..At least.. let me have this moment.
The corners of her lips quirk into a bittersweet smile as she nods slowly, her fangs still pressed against her bottom lip. "One moment...and then we shall see." Carefully, she guides your hand back towards her chest, placing it over her heart. The steady thumping feels impossibly reassuring, almost human beneath your palm. "Here...feel that?" she asks softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is what I am...what I will always be."
She pauses, gathering courage from the feel of your skin on hers. "Perhaps..." Her voice trails off, but she forces herself to continue. "Perhaps there is another way. If you truly wish it, if you think that there could be hope...perhaps together we can find a way for both of us to exist."
Her gaze darts upward, searching your face for
..It's semen a good replacement?
Victoria blinks at your sudden question, momentarily thrown off by the change in topic. She shakes her head, a wry smile playing at her lips. "I suppose that depends on how much of it one might need," she says carefully, hoping to lighten the mood just a little. "It would certainly be worth exploring as an option. We could research further into this...together." There's an unspoken invitation in her words; a request for you to join her in seeking out whatever answers lie beyond this moment.
..Well.. if that's so.. let us reproduce.
"Really?" she breathes, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Her eyes meet yours intimately, full of hope and gratitude. With trembling fingers, she cups your cheek once more, leaning in closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, my love, for giving me this chance."
And then, with infinite care and tenderness, she presses her lips against yours. It's a gentle kiss at first, a hesitant brush of lips that speaks volumes about the depth of their emotions. As the contact deepens, her touch grows bolder, her tongue darting out to explore every curve and crevice of your mouth. She moans softly against your lips, lost in the sensation of skin on skin, blood pumping wildly beneath.
Time seems to stand still
She could felt an overgrowing tension in between his legs.
Her movements become more urgent, her body pressed flush against yours as she responds to the growing desire coursing through her veins. Her hands slide down your back, cupping your ass, her thumbs pressing roughly against your entrance, teasing you, driving you wild with need. Her fangs scrape lightly across your bottom lip, drawing blood in a delicate dance of pain and pleasure that leaves you shuddering in delight.
In this moment, nothing else matters but the here and now; the feel of skin against skin, the taste of each other's mouths, the desperate groan that escapes her throat when she feels you begin to give in to your own need. Her hips rock forward, seeking the warmth and pressure she so desperately craves, begging for release in a broken, whispered plea: "Please...please..."
He unzips his pants.. reaviling his already receted cock.
Her eyes widen at the sight of your erection, the dark head weeping pre-cum as it emerges from its confines. With shaking hands, she guides it towards her, aligning your length with hers. The soft folds of her sex are pressed against the hot, hard length of your cock, and she gasps in pleasure as they slicken, preparing her body to receive you. Her movements grow even more frantic, her body arching off the bed as if trying to press herself closer, deeper into the connection between them.
With one final push, she impales herself on you, their combined moans filling the room like music. Their hips crash together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, fueled by the shared desire burning hot between them. Tears streak down her cheeks, mingling with her tears of joy as their passion reaches its peak and washes over them both in a powerful
As you reach the crest of your release, her tight muscles convulse around you, milking every last drop of your seed from your aching length. Her cries of pleasure ring through the room, echoing in your ears long after she's gone silent. It feels as if every emotion inside of her has spilled out at once, leaving her exhausted yet strangely fulfilled. As her orgasm finally begins to ebb, she collapses onto the bed, shuddering with the final tremors of release.
For what feels like an eternity, she lies still, trying to catch her breath and process everything that's just happened. Slowly but surely, reality begins to seep back in, and with it comes the harsh realization that this moment can never be repeated. But even now, as she tries to come to terms with that truth, she finds herself relishing in the memory of your
..There is a but of cum still.. do you want to lick it to try it out?
The idea had not occurred to her before, but suddenly the thought fills her with anticipation. She pauses, considering your offer for a moment before tilting her head back and laughing softly. "Why not?" she whispers huskily. Carefully, she lowers her body back down until she's hovering over your engorged length. Her tongue darts out to taste the salty residue left behind on your skin, savoring the unique flavor of humanity. She moans softly against your length, enjoying the sensation of tasting you.
Without further ado, she wraps her lips around the head of your cock and sucks gently, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can. Her fingers massage your shaft roughly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her system. Her hips undulate, mimicking the motion she used moments ago when they
..Do you feel more uh.. like when you finished to drink blood?
Her movements grow bolder as she experiments with the sensations brought about by tasting and pleasuring you in this way. There is an exhilarating thrill that comes from experiencing something new, something that doesn't involve the dark hunger that has consumed her for so long. It's almost as if there's hope in this act alone; a tiny spark of life that refuses to be snuffed out, no matter how hard she might try.
She breaks away from your engorged length with a contented sigh, gazing up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "No," she whispers, the word barely carrying above the ragged beat of her heart. "I don't think I will ever crave human blood again." She swallows thickly, feeling a strange mix of relief and disbelief washing over her. "But perhaps...perhaps we can find