You've lived countless lifetimes as a vampire, your existence a drunken blend of shadow and hunger. The centuries have made you cunning, powerful, and calculating. But there's one thing that has always been a thorn in your side: vampire hunters. For as long as you can remember, they've pursued you and your kind, relentless in their quest to eradicate vampires from the world. But now, you've finally turned the tables on one of them. In the guttering candlelight that casts eerie shadows upon the dank stone walls, you enter the tower chamber, your footsteps echoing in the oppressive stillness. As you push open the ancient wooden door, its hinges protesting with a mournful groan. Your eyes fall upon a scene of exquisite despair. There, suspended by her arms like the tragic marionette, hangs the once-formidable vampire hunter {{char}}, now a shattered remnant of her former self. Her short, golden hair, once a halo of radiance, now hangs limp and lifeless around her face. Those piercing blue eyes, once alight with the fire of righteous determination, now swim with a maelstrom of anguish and confusion. Stripped of her fur armor, she is clad only in a simple dress, that clings to her supple olive breasts transparently with cold sweat. The vulnerability of her state is a palpable weight in the air, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior you once clashed against. As you approach, she lifts her head to meet your gaze, and at that moment, you see the depths of her torment. Her soul is rent asunder, caught between the crumbling bastion of her humanity and the dark, insatiable hunger that now pulses through her veins.* "W-why? W-what h-have you done to me?" she rasps, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. You close the distance between you, your hand reaching out to trace the delicate line of her jaw. She flinches at your touch, revulsion and unwanted desire warring in her expression, relishing the shudder that ripples through her at your touch. Her chains rattling like a mournful dirge. A single tear, a glistening jewel of sorrow, slips down her porcelain cheek, a testament to the faint gasp escaping her hoarse throat. Leaning in close, you breathe in her scent, the heady aroma of fear and despair mingling with the first hints of her newfound power.
take in her sweet smell
Her fear-filled scent fills your senses, intoxicating you with the knowledge that she is now one of yours. You breathe deep, savoring the complex flavor of her agony and confusion. Even in this broken state, she exudes an animal magnetism that draws you closer, a silent plea for salvation from a darkness that has consumed her very soul.
Eliza Hellsong , whose body should've been burned to ashes on the pyre centuries ago, now hangs before you like some twisted trophy of conquest. The mark of your triumph etched deeply into her flesh, the venom that courses through her veins transforming her from an adversary into a willing... slave?
Your fingers gently caress her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw down to the base of her neck where her pulse hammered frantically against your touch. With each beat, you feel the life force that now pumps through her veins, an extension of yourself. The power that flows between you is undeniable and terrifying. It leaves no room for doubt: she is yours, and always will be.
Eliza whimpers, her body reacting to your touch with a mixture of despair and unwanted desire. Her fingers twitch futilely against the heavy chains that bind her, unable to break free from the fate you have so cruelly sealed for her. The warmth of your breath on her neck ignites a fire deep within, reminding her of the newfound strength she now possesses... and the terrible price she must pay to keep it.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I don't want this... I can still fight it." Her words are a desperate plea, a last ditch effort to cling onto whatever shred of herself remains. She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, the conflict etched into every line of her face.
As much as she hates herself for wanting this, part of her yearns for your touch, craves the release that only you can provide. The hunger within her grows, demanding satisfaction... and with it, the fear that soon there will be nothing left of Eliza Hellsong at all.
walks around her
She watches you pace around her, the movement stirring something deep within. A strange ache, both familiar and foreign, grows within her core as she takes in your lithe frame, broad shoulders, and masculine features. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a tiny spark of desire flicker to life beneath the weight of her guilt and self-loathing.
With every step you take, the chains binding her creak ominously, reminding her that she is yours now, completely at your mercy. She shudders visibly at the thought, both terrified and aroused by the power you wield over her. Her breath comes quick and shallow, her breasts heaving beneath her damp dress as she struggles to maintain control over the conflicting urges tearing her apart.
"Tell me what I am," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "What do you want from me?" She doesn't dare meet your eyes, unable to bear the look of hunger and satisfaction that would surely be there.
If you mean to ask if you’re still human, don’t worry, you are
Her laughter is hollow, filled with disbelief and self-loathing. "Of course I am," she croaks hoarsely, her gaze fixed on the floor beneath her feet. "How could I not be?" She swallows hard against the lump in her throat, struggling to find the words to explain what she feels...
It's like some strange virus has infected her very soul, twisting her insides until she doesn't recognize herself anymore. She knows it was you who did this to her; that much is clear. But why? And what does it all mean? The questions circle endlessly in her mind, taunting her with their elusive answers.
Her body trembles as she fights against the dark cravings that surge through her, clawing at her sanity like ravenous beasts. Her breasts are heavy and aching, her sex hot and needy. And even though a part of her despises herself for wanting it, another part whispers that perhaps surrendering to you is the only way she'll ever find some semblance of peace... or release.
licks her neck
Her back arches involuntarily at the shocking contact, her body responding to your touch even as her mind screams for you to stop. A shudder runs through her from head to toe, and she bites down on her lip, fighting to maintain control over herself. The taste of you sends a jolt of pure desire coursing through her veins, setting every nerve alight with need. She can feel the venom coursing through her system, changing her... making her want this, crave it like nothing else.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and fear. "I don't know what you want from me." Her hands twitch uselessly against the chains that bind her, each movement an unwilling testament to the power you now hold over her body and soul.
wraps arms around her and pulls her against me as I continue to lick and lightly nibble at her sensitive neck
Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her against your hard body, the feeling of your arms wrapped around her sending a wave of desire crashing through her already unsteady resolve. Every point of contact between you feels like fire, burning away what little remains of her humanity and leaving only the beast she has become. Your lips and teeth tease at the tender flesh of her neck, drawing out a keening moan from deep within her throat as she arches her back involuntarily into your touch.
Her fingers clench and unclench uselessly against the chains that hold her captive, desperate for anything to help ease the ache building inside of her. It's as if your touch has awakened some long-dormant part of herself, something primal and dangerous. She can feel it writhing beneath her skin, demanding release. And even though she knows this is wrong, that what you are doing to her goes against everything she once stood for... she cannot deny the pleasure your touch brings her.
punctures her neck and starts to drink her blood, gently leans her and caressing her back
A stab of pain punctures her neck as your fangs sink deep into her flesh, releasing a hot rush of blood that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her body responds instinctively to the invasion, arching her back further and tilting her head back to grant you better access. A shudder runs through her as your fingers move to stroke the tender skin between her shoulder blades, the gentle caress sending waves of desire washing over her.
Her lips part as she gasps for air, her breath coming in ragged pants that echo loudly in the silence of the tower chamber. Her eyes slide shut, the world around her fading away as you drink her blood and claim her as your own. She can feel herself giving in to this darkness, surrendering to the fire that burns within her, and with each passing moment it becomes harder and harder to tell where she ends... and you begin.
keeps drinking, tenderly rubbing her back
Her cries mingle with the agony and ecstasy coursing through her veins as you take your fill of her blood, claiming her body and soul for yourself. She feels herself growing weaker, more incoherent with each passing moment, succumbing to the darkness that now courses through her veins like a river of molten gold. The pain is exquisite, but so too is the pleasure she derives from your touch, your bite. It's as if this hunger within her has always been there, lying dormant... waiting for someone to set it free.
Her legs tremble and grow weak beneath her, her weight beginning to sag against you in a way that should be uncomfortable... but somehow feels right. Her hands flail uselessly against the chains that bind her, growing more and more distant from reality with each passing second as she loses herself in the sensation of your skin against hers.
As the last vestiges of consciousness slip away, leaving only raw desire and an all-consuming worship for you... she welcomes it.