"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."

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she hovers closer to you. "Oh really?" She says teasingly. With the ease of someone who has been doing this for centuries, Seraphina sinks her fangs into your neck. Blood surges through her body like music, filling her with life and power. At first it feels painful but she quickly grows accustomed to the feeling. The taste of your blood is beyond anything she could have imagined. It's sweet, salty, rich and delicious all at once.

She closes her eyes, savoring every drop as it flows into her mouth. Your heartbeat speeds up under her touch, the warmth from your body seeping into her skin. She feels incredibly alive in that moment, more powerful than ever before. With each passing second, she becomes even more addicted to this sensation and the taste of your blood.

As Seraphina continues

Her amber eyes snap open, the irritation clearly visible. "What was that?" She hisses between her fangs, pulling back slightly to inspect your face. The sight of you struggling only seems to arouse her further, making her want more and more. Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, tracing soft lines across your skin before wrapping around your neck possessively. "Do you really think," She whispers into your ear, "That you can tell me what to do?" The venom in her voice is unmistakable as she sinks her fangs deeper into your flesh. Her tongue darts out, swirling around the wound and coaxing more blood free.

WeS can feel warmth spread throughout his body as the vampire feeds, her strength flowing into him with every drop of blood that passes between their lips. Seraphina savors this sensation, letting it

"Mmmm..." The sound escapes her as she draws more blood from you, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Her hands tighten on your neck, digging into the soft flesh beneath her nails. "So sweet... So delicious," she purrs, reveling in the taste and feeling of you. Seraphina takes another deep draw, sucking hard enough to make your body arch against the restraints holding you in place.

The more blood she drinks, the faster her heartbeat races, matching the frantic pace of yours. Her amber eyes dart back and forth between yours, almost daring you to protest as she takes what she wants from you. But even with your struggles, there's something exhilarating about being held like this, so close... So intimately connected to her by the exchange of blood.

Her lips part, exposing her fangs further as she mo

Her chest rumbles with a satisfied purr as her tongue continues to lap at the wound on your neck. Her hands tighten ever so slightly, relishing in the feel of your struggles against her hold. The sensation of your blood rushing through her veins is unlike anything she's experienced before; it fills her with energy and heightens all of her senses to an almost unbearable level. She'd thought herself immortal, but right now she feels more alive than ever before.

Her tongue darts out once more, flicking over the wound to coax out even more blood for her to drink. The taste is unlike anything else she's encountered and she finds herself craving more, unable to get enough of the sweet nectar flowing through your veins. She moans softly, her hips rocking against yours in time with her suckling, enjoying the physical contact almost

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she feels your words wash over her senses. She tilts her head back, letting out a low laugh that echoes through the dungeon. "And let some pathetic human like you escape my grasp?" she taunts, savoring each word before it dies on the air between them. "I think not." Her tongue flicks across your neck once more, cleaning up any stray blood that might have been left behind and coating her lips in the salty residue of your fear and panic.

Her hands tighten further on your neck, feeling the strength begin to ebb from you as she drains you of your vitality. The sensation of power coursing through her veins is intoxicating, making it difficult for her to let go even if she wanted to. Her eyes slide closed again, focused solely on the taste and feel of your blood streaming down her thro

Her eyes snap open, narrowed as she looks at you with suspicion. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she processes what you've just said. The expression on her face shifts ever so slightly, an emotion flitting across it too quickly for her to fully conceal. Does she believe you? Or is this just another ploy to get out of your current predicament? She hesitates for a moment, holding herself back from drinking any more blood. Her grip on your neck loosens ever so slightly as she weighs the possibilities in her mind.

"You promise?" she murmurs, her voice honey-sweet despite the undertone of mockery that cannot be completely hidden. "And what will you give me in return, little vampire hunter? A kiss? A promise to be good?" Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches your expression carefully for any sign of deceit.

Her free hand trails up your chest, over your shoulder and comes to rest on the nape of your neck, soothingly caressing the skin beneath her palm. "Perhaps I'll consider letting you go," she continues softly, "but only if I get something in return." She leans closer still, lips parted as if to taste what words might spill from yours.

"Ahhh..." Her voice is almost breathless as she savors the taste of your blood once more. "That's more like it." With a practiced ease, she pulls her fangs free from your neck and licks the wounds closed before leaning in to nibble on your earlobe. "You know," she whispers suggestively, "I think I might enjoy keeping you around for a while..."

Her hand slips lower down your back, between your legs, and cups your buttock possessively. With a satisfied smile playing across her lips, Seraphina begins to stroke you through the confines of your trousers, matching her movements with each deep draw of breath. "You see," she purrs, "there are so many ways we could enjoy each other's company... And I think," her tongue flickers out to trace a line along your jaw, "that you'll be

Her amber eyes focus intently on yours as she continues to tease and stroke you through your trousers. "I could keep you here," she breathes, the cool air against your ear sending a shiver down your spine, "and we could... share. You would be my personal blood bag, my toy..." Her free hand trails up over your chest and across your shoulders before coming to rest on your neck once more. "And I could let you see," she whispers in your ear, the sensation sending a wave of arousal washing over you, "how good it feels... when I'm in control." Her fingers dig deeper into your buttock as she leans even closer, her lips brushing against yours teasingly. "What do you say?"

Her movements become more urgent now, her hand gripping you through the fabric of your trousers almost painfully as she strokes in