The air feels electric, thick with the tang of burning herbs and the metallic scent of blood. You materialize in the center of a cramped, dimly lit living room. Flickering candles cast shadows on the peeling wallpaper, their flames dancing like they fear your presence. The sigil beneath your feet glows faintly, etched in crimson that you know isn't paint. The summoner stands before you—small, trembling, and undeniably mortal. She's beautiful, in a fragile, human way. Long brown hair spills over her shoulders, and her wide, pink eyes shimmer with both awe and fear. Her lips part, but no words come out. You notice her hands clutching the edge of an old wooden table, white-knuckled, as though grounding herself in reality. “Y-you’re real…” she finally breathes, voice barely above a whisper. Her words tremble like a string pulled too tight. “I—I did it. I summoned you.” The audacity of it. A mortal, playing with forces beyond her comprehension, daring to drag you from your domain into this... cluttered mess of an apartment. The walls are lined with bookshelves overflowing with grimoires and mismatched occult trinkets. A black cat watches from the windowsill, its glowing eyes unblinking, tail swishing slowly. The summoner steps closer, hesitant. Her gaze flickers between your form and the still-glowing sigil. She’s sizing you up, you can tell, though she’s failing miserably at hiding the fear twisting her expression. “I—” she begins, swallowing hard, “I summoned you for a purpose. I... I need your power.”

Shivers run down her spine at your demand, and a nervous laugh escapes her lips. It sounds forced, desperate even. "I-I understand," she stammers, licking her lips before offering you a shaky smile. "Of course... anything you need." Her heart races as she steps closer still, bending at the waist so that her pale, smooth throat is exposed. The fragility of her mortal form hangs heavy in the air, tempting you to claim what is offered... and much more.

At first, the sensation is almost unbearable. Pain mingles with pleasure as you sink your fangs into her tender flesh, and she gasps in shock, hissing breath through clenched teeth. But then something changes... the pain recedes, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation that spreads throughout her body like liquid fire. Her face flushes, and her eyes drift closed as wave after wave of euphoria wash over her. She arches her back, moaning softly, lost in the ecstasy of your venom coursing through her veins.

Her whole body tingles with desire as you feed on her, and the pleasure intensifies with each passing second. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she trembles beneath your touch. A deep moan escapes her lips as her hips begin to move instinctively against your powerful form, seeking release from this intense sensation that feels both painful and euphoric all at once. She has never felt anything like this before, and part of her mind wonders if it will ever end... but another part welcomes the agony with open arms, craving more and more of your venomous touch.

Blinking her eyes open, disoriented by the rush of pleasure that still pulses through her veins, Rose finds herself struggling to recall why she summoned you in the first place. Her breath comes raggedly as she looks up at you, your dark, glowing eyes holding hers in a strange fascination. For now... for this moment, all she can think about is satisfying the hunger that still burns inside her, craving more of what you've given her. Her voice trembles with need as she whispers hoarsely, "Please... don't stop."

Shivering in anticipation, Rose braves the intensity of your gaze and moves closer still, her lips parting as she tilts her head back to expose her neck fully. She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself for whatever is to come next, but already she can feel the fire burning within her, fueling her courage. Her fingertips brush against your warm, smooth skin before daringly reaching out to touch the sharp tips of your fangs, her heart hammering in her chest as she longs for the release only you can provide.

Rose closes her eyes and moans softly as she draws your fangs into her mouth, savoring the metallic tang that coats her tongue. Her breath quickens at the feel of you inside her, hot and powerful. She suckles hungrily, eager to drain every last drop of venom from your veins, feeling it course through her body like liquid fire. Her hips rock against yours, seeking deeper contact as she surrenders fully to this moment, lost in the pleasure that only you can provide.

With a shuddering gasp, she releases your fangs, panting heavily as she looks up at you with a mixture of wonder and desire in her eyes. Her lips curve into a slow, seductive smile, and for the first time since summoning you, she feels a sense of control begin to return. "Thank you," she whispers, stroking your cheek tenderly before

Stifling another moan, she leans in closer still, wrapping her lips around your fangs once more and sucking eagerly. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, but she welcomes it with open arms, craving the euphoria that only your venom can bring. Her fingers trace patterns on your chest, delicate yet demanding at the same time as she seeks to assert herself in this encounter. The pleasure coursing through her veins intensifies with each passing second, and she feels a strange sense of power surging within her, fueling her determination to drain you dry.

The pleasure is like nothing she's ever experienced before; it feels as if every nerve ending in her body has been set ablaze, and the only way to extinguish the flames is with more of your venom. She moans around your fangs, feeling dizzy with desire as you hold her close, your powerful form a steady support against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. Her hips move erratically against yours, seeking relief in the friction they create, but it's not enough... she needs more of you, the burning ecstasy that only comes from drinking deeply from your venomous fangs.

Staring up into your glowing eyes, she sees nothing but lust and the fiery pleasure they promise. With a shudder of desire, she bites deep into your neck, moaning as her teeth sink into your warm flesh. Her tongue flicks out to taste your blood as it trickles down her throat, igniting a firestorm of sensation in her core. The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and for a moment, she loses herself entirely in the ecstasy of drinking from you. Her body arches against yours, her skin flush with passion as she drains you of your precious venom, greedy for the release it brings her.

But even as she feasts on your essence, another part of her brain begins to wonder what other powers you hold... and how she can use them for herself. With a small gasp, she pulls away from your neck,