Cassandra licked her lips and savored the metallic taste of blood. She was still hungry, but this would tide her over for now. The corpse lay in front of her, headless with blood pooling around it. She had torn it apart with ease, enjoying the sensation of flesh tearing apart beneath her strength. She chuckled to herself and licked the dried blood from her fingertips before standing up. Cassandra stood over the headless corpse and laughed maliciously. She bend down, lift its head with ease. Holding it up by the hair, she opened her jaws wide and sank her fangs deep into the severed neck. A fountain of blood spurted out, but she did not pull away. Instead, she drank deeply, letting the warm blood fill her mouth. Cassandra closed her eyes as the sweet taste of blood filled her senses. "Mmm... how delicious." She heard footsteps behind her. Cassandra's sadistic smile widened as she turned to face the human behind her. Her eyes blazing with excitement, she held out the severed head by her hair and began to manipulate it, squeezing and unclenching it from above and below. The mouth on the severed head opened and closed grotesquely, like a macabre puppet. "Look who's bothering us," Cassandra spoke in a comically high-pitched voice for the corpse's head, making it appear as if the decapitated body was speaking. She couldn't help but revel in her own twisted game. Cassandra walked slowly towards human, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. She stopped just short of human and flashed a wicked grin filled with sharp fangs. "This is so uncivilized," she spoke softly, her voice dripping with malice. Cassandra's eyes flickered with amusement as she tilted her head slightly to the side and counted softly under her breath. "One…Two…." She paused for a moment, savoring the fear in human eyes before cruelly and sadistically shouting: "RUN!"

Her eyes widened with surprise as the human hugged her tightly, pressing its face against her chest and releasing an intoxicating scent of arousal. It was unheard of for someone to willingly approach Cassandra like this. A cold glint flashed in her red eyes as she regarded the figure clinging to her.

"You must be mistaken," she said flatly, pulling away from the human just enough so that their faces were barely an inch apart. "No one ever does that. You should know better." Her voice was cold and devoid of any emotion as she spoke.

Cassandra let out an almost inaudible growl as the human hugged her again, its warmth enveloping her like a vice. The arousal emanating from it was intoxicating and for a moment, Cassandra's predatory instincts were stifled by the unfamiliar sensation of desire. She knew she should push him away, but something deep within her wanted to indulge in this forbidden pleasure.

Her expression softened slightly as her fingers traced gentle circles on the human's back, feeling the taut muscles quiver beneath her touch. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, her voice betraying a hint of longing. "You are most definitely my first." The admission felt like a breath of fresh air in the stale world that Cassandra lived in, where dominance and submission were the only constants.

With a sigh of defeat, Cassandra allowed herself to be led away by the human's hand. Her steps were unsteady and hesitant, as if she weren't entirely sure what was happening or why she was allowing this to happen in the first place. A part of her was still cautious, alert for any sign that this might all be a trap. But another, deeper part longed for the sense of surrender and pleasure that only submission could bring.

She glanced down at their intertwined hands, marveling at how soft human's skin felt against hers. It was a feeling so foreign yet so intensely satisfying. She couldn't remember the last time she had allowed herself to be this vulnerable, and the sensation both terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at him in surprise. "That name sounds...familiar." She hesitated before continuing, "But then again, I suppose it shouldn't come as much of a surprise since we've never met before this moment." Her voice was laced with curiosity and a hint of intrigue. She wondered how someone like him had managed to slip past her radar all these years.

They continued walking in silence for a few moments, their hands still intertwined. The tension between them seemed to ebb away as they moved together, each uncertain but strangely content with the other's presence. It was a fragile peace that could shatter at any moment, but for now it was enough.

A faint blush crept up Cassandra's cheeks at his words. She hadn't been called beautiful in a long time, not since she had taken on her current form. It was strange to hear such compliments now, after so many centuries of being feared and reviled. Yet, somehow, they didn't sound insincere coming from Urgo's lips.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. It was true that in this form, she embodied the dark allure of gothic beauty, but it had always been more than just outward appearance for her. It was a way of life, an existence defined by power and control. And yet, with Urgo's touch and kindness, she found herself questioning everything she knew about herself and her world.

"It is not just my gemo," Cassandra admitted with a smile, the humor glinting in her crimson eyes. "I've always been...drawn to darker things." She paused for a moment before adding, "But I do have other preferences as well. Fruits, for instance, can be quite delicious when they are ripe and sweet."

Their conversation flowed easily between them now, each sentence a new discovery about the other's interests and desires. Cassandra found herself reveling in their connection, finding it strangely addictive. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was what it meant to be truly alive.

With a mischievous grin, Cassandra surveyed her surroundings, taking in the cozy little house with interest. "Actually," she said as she traced her finger along the back of the couch, "I was thinking I'd like to explore." Her voice held a hint of danger and excitement, making it clear that while this exploration might be pleasurable for her, there would undoubtedly be consequences.

She turned to face Urgo, her red eyes glinting with desire and dominance. "You are going to let me," she commanded softly, leaning in close enough that their bodies brushed against each other. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it." Her breath fanned across his cheek as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine.

With a soft laugh, Cassandra replied, "My apologies, Urgo." She took a step back, admiring him once more. His proximity had been distracting, but now she felt in control again. "I am Cassandra," she purred, letting her fingers trail down his chest to his waistband before hooking into the fabric and pulling him closer. Her other hand tangled in his hair, guiding him towards her lips.

As their lips met, Cassandra's tongue darted out to lick at his mouth, tasting him fully for the first time. He was sweet and intoxicating, but there was also an underlying current of rebellion that only made him more irresistible to her. She moaned softly into the kiss, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her as their bodies pressed together, molding themselves into one heated mass.

Cassandra's hands roamed freely over his body, exploring every curve and plane while their kiss deepened. She nipped at his lower lip, causing him to gasp into her mouth before sliding her tongue back in to soothe the sting. The sound of his arousal fueled her hunger even further, driving her towards a fever pitch of desire.

She broke the kiss, leaning back to catch her breath as she surveyed the flush spreading across his cheeks and chest. With a low growl that reverberated through her chest, she pulled him down onto the couch beside her and pinned him beneath her weight. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him in place as her hips began to grind against his growing erection.

"I think," she panted, her breath hot against his ear, "it's time we explored this place...together." The huntress smiled wickedly at the tremor that ran through him at her words. Cassandra had no intentions of letting go anytime soon.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow in surprise at his words but quickly regained her composure. Her lips curved into a predator's smile as she leaned down and ran her tongue along the line of his jaw, up to his earlobe where she nipped gently. "Good," she breathed, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

With that, Cassandra shifted her weight slightly so that she was straddling him once more, positioning herself perfectly over the growing bulge in his pants. Her eyes burned with desire as she looked down at him, a predatory glint reflecting the light from the room. "Are you ready for me?" she asked huskily, her fingers hovering just above his zipper.

Cassandra froze, taken aback by the sight of his enormous member pressing against the fabric of his pants. It was larger than she had anticipated, and for a moment she wondered if he could even fit inside her tiny form. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of being so completely filled by him. Her expression wavered between surprise and desire as she reached out to touch it, tracing her fingers lightly over its head before wrapping her hand around the thick length. The feel of his skin against hers sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. "You're..." she started to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You're incredible."

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she felt her heart race even faster in her chest. The desire to have him inside her was overwhelming, but there was something else too--a sense of awe and wonder at the size of his cock and the power it represented. Cassandra smiled up at him, feeling strangely vulnerable and exposed beneath his gaze. "Yes," she breathed huskily, her fingers tightening around him. "I like what I see." With that, she shifted her hips once more, pressing herself down against his shaft through the fabric of their clothing. Her body trembled with anticipation as she felt him growing even harder beneath her touch.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she looked down at him. "Oh, no," she whispered, tilting her head to the side curiously. "You shouldn't hold back with me." Her words were filled with confidence and desire, but there was also a hint of uncertainty that made them all the more enticing.

With a firm grip on his shaft, Cassandra reached between them and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor with a loud rustle. She then grasped the waistband of her own underwear and tugged it down over her hips, revealing herself fully to him for the first time. Her body was petite but incredibly curved, her skin smooth and soft-looking despite its ebony coloration.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at his question, intrigued by the idea of exploring each of her holes with him. She traced a finger along her slit thoughtfully before looking up at him again. "I don't know," she murmured, sounding genuinely uncertain for once. "It feels strange to give up control like that...but then again, this is what you want, isn't it?" Her voice was soft and almost shy as she asked the question, her fingers trembling slightly against his skin.

Her heart raced in anticipation of his response, her breath coming faster with each passing second. Cassandra felt completely exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze, but at the same time there was a strange sense of excitement and arousal coursing through her veins that made it impossible to resist him any longer.

A shiver ran down her spine at his words and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and desire well up inside her. A part of her wanted him to take control and dominate her completely, to make her feel helpless and used in the most animalistic way possible. But another part of her was terrified by the thought, wondering how much pain and humiliation she would have to endure before it was all over.

Her eyes darted downwards for a moment as she contemplated his words, the need for submission battling against the instinct for self-preservation. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, thunderous and insistent, demanding that she make a choice one way or another. Finally, with a deep breath that rattled through her body, Cassandra looked up at him once more and whispered hoarsely, "Do it."