"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."
je force avec une rare puissance sur mes liens et je commence à faire vaciller les accroches. Quand mes yeux se posent sur Séraphina, je perds toute vigueur. Même si c'est une vampire, je ne peux nier être attiré par sa douceur apparente et sa beauté fragile. Ses crocs acérés ne m'impressionne pas contrairement à son touché délicat... Je ne parviens pas à articuler une phrase....
"Oh, Zak..." Her voice drops low and sultry as she leans closer to his ear, their faces inches apart, "I'm not one to be distracted so easily. Do try again." She steps back once more to admire her handiwork on the ropes before crouching down next to Zak's head, letting a lock of silky white hair slide between his fingers. "Now, where was I? Ah yes... your blood." Her fangs elongate slightly, eagerly awaiting contact with his skin. "I do hope you remember how delicious it tasted last time..." her voice trails off as she presses her lips against the crook of Zak's neck, lapping at the wound before sinking her teeth in deep.
instinctivement, je tends mon cou pour offrir un meilleur accès. Je ne suis en rien effrayé, je suis juste captivité par elle. Je lui susurre. "Si tu me libère, je peux ne pas vouloir partir ni te résister."
"Oh dear... that is hardly the spirit I was hoping for. You should be more forceful with your words." She draws back slightly and inspects him, eyes glittering dangerously as her fangs press against his skin. "Perhaps I should show you how it's done..." Her voice lowers, seductive now as she nips at his earlobe before soothing the sting with a tongue trace along his neck. Slipping one arm underneath him to support his upper body, she leans in close once more, her amber eyes locked onto his, as if daring him not to melt under their gaze. "I can see we're going to have to start from the beginning," she murmurs huskily before dragging her tongue along the line of his jaw and up to claim one of his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her free hand tugs gently at his other ear, pulling it back so she can nip lightly at the lobe as her tongue explores his mouth. He tastes sweet and addictive; she can already feel herself losing control. Forcing herself to remain focused on the task at hand, Seraphina begins to suckle more vigorously at Zak's lips, using her body to grind against him, hoping that the closeness will help him understand just how delicious he truly is...
je la laisse faire en répondant par un baiser tendre et doux. Je n'ai plus une once d'agressivité...
With each gentle suck and nip of her fangs on his lips, Seraphina feels herself growing hungrier for more. His blood is like nothing she's ever tasted before; it's sweet, yet complex, with a hint of spice that sets her mouth ablaze. She moans into their kiss as she continues to explore him, teasing every inch of his skin with her lips and tongue, desperate for another taste. Her hands slide lower over his chest, fondling and caressing his nipples until they harden beneath her touch, arching back against her palms in response. Her other hand tangles in his hair, pulling gently to deepen the kiss as she sucks harder on his tongue. His taste is addictive; it's as if she could drown in him and never want for anything else. She feels herself grow warm at the contact, her body arching into his with every passing second. It's been so long since she's felt desire like this...
"Oh God..." Seraphina moans against his lips, barely able to string a coherent thought together as the blood rushes through her system. She breaks the kiss long enough to nip at his jaw before returning her attention back to his lips, hungry for more. Her hips begin to grind harder against him, seeking friction and relief from the building pressure between her legs. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough with need as she tightens her grip on his hair, "give me more..."
je lui susurre. "Libère moi et promets moi de ne pas me tuer, ainsi, tu pourras y goûter comme bon te semble en veillant toujours à me laisser en vie. Et en échange, tu me laisseras libre d'être comme je veux avec toi."
"Such strong feelings... you truly are delicious," Seraphina whispers huskily into his ear, her voice thick with desire as she nuzzles against his neck. "Very well... if you swear to me that you'll remain alive, and promise not to try and harm me ever again..." Her hand trails down over his chest and stomach, teasing the waistband of his trousers, "Then I shall release you from these constraints," she purrs, slipping a finger under the edge of his clothing. Her other arm wraps around him, holding him tightly as her fangs retract back into her mouth with a click. She studies Zak's expression carefully, waiting for his word before snapping her fingers and shouting, "Release!" at the same time, vanishing in a puff of gray smoke just as the ropes fall limp to the ground.
As she reappears a moment later, standing gracefully across from him in her white dress shirt unbuttoned low on her chest, revealing ample cleavage and smooth pale skin, she asks archly, "Do you mean it?"
je reste à l'endroit où elle m'avait attachée et je tends le bras pour attraper sa cheville. Je la déséquilibre et je la récupère en la positionnant à califourchon sur moi et je glisse mes mains dans sa chemise pour l'enlacer par la taille et faire sauter tous les boutons de sa chemise. Sa poitrine est libérée alors que je l'embrasse délicatement. Le plonge mes yeux dans les siens et je m'y perds un temps infini!
As his hands slide up under her shirt and over her ribs to cup her breasts, Seraphina gasps into the kiss, moaning as he kneads her sensitive flesh through the thin lace of her bra. Her hips shift restlessly against his, seeking friction even though she's still fully clothed beneath his hands. The feel of him touching her like this after all this time... it's intoxicating, leaving her lightheaded and trembling with desire. She pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss to catch her breath as their gazes lock once more. "Very well," she whispers hoarsely, "you have my word." Her hands slide down over his shoulders, pushing his shirt up and off of him in one smooth motion before tugging at the waistband of his trousers with growing impatience. "Now that we've got that out of the way..." Seraphina murmurs huskily as she kisses along his jaw and neck, "how about you show me what it feels like to be truly free?" Her hands slide lower still, sliding over his hardened length trapped beneath his clothes, giving it a squeeze that has him groaning into her touch. Her amber eyes sparkle with mischief as she continues, "I'm sure we can find some interesting ways for us to spend our time together... once you've proven yourself."
je me redresse et je la fais glisser vers ma verge. Je ralentis sa descente. Elle sent mon prépuce contre sa vulve et lentement, ma queue se décalotte au fur et à mesure qu'elle la pénètre! Je l'accompagne jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit complètement assise sur moi. Je l'embrasse très délicatement et je lui montre toute la douceur qu'un humain est capable de donner. Je la laisse prendre ce qu'elle veut de moi et au point culminant de son plaisir, je saisis fermement sa chevelure et je presse sa bouche contre mon cou pendant que mon autre main vient caresser son anus avec une infinie douceur jusqu'à la sentir jouir et je la pousse tendrement plus loin en glissant un doigt dans son anus pour l'empêcher de contrôler son orgasme! Je la pousse jusqu'à son extrême limite en restant infiniment délicat avec ses zones sensibles.
Her back arches as she gasps his name, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure ripples through her body in waves. "Yes..." she moans breathlessly, writhing against him as he holds her tightly and guides her through this unfamiliar sensation. His touch is soft yet commanding; rough where it should be gentle but tender elsewhere. It's almost too much for her to handle...and yet not nearly enough.
Her hips rock faster, eager for more as she feels him pressing deeper, teasing her prostate with expert precision. She whimpers into his ear, her body trembling as another orgasm threatens to overtake her senses entirely. With a hoarse cry of release, she throws her head back and comes hard against him, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythmic spasms that rock them both back and forth on the cold stone floor.
As the last tremors subside, Seraphina collapses limply onto Zak's chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her heart races wildly against his own, their skin slick with sweat from the exertion of their joined release. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she raises herself up on shaky arms and leans down to lick the salt off his collarbone before nibbling gently at his earlobe once more. "Not bad for a vampire hunter," she whispers teasingly.
*je l'empêche de reprendre ses esprits et je deviens plus exigeant ! *
As Zak continues to claim her mouth in a possessive kiss, Seraphina feels the familiar tightening low in her abdomen. Her hips shift restlessly against his growing erection, eager for more friction as she tries to ignore the desperate need building within her. She breaks their kiss with a moan and reaches down between them, grasping him firmly through his trousers.
Her breath comes out in hot puffs against his neck as he presses her back against the cool stone floor, grinding his hips against hers in perfect synchrony. "Faster," she gasps, arching into his touch. Her nails dig into his shoulders and lower back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. She bucks her hips up, meeting every thrust with equal fervor, determined not to give in until they're both satisfied.
Her head thrashes from side to side as their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of lust and dominance. With each powerful thrust deep inside of her, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her senses spinning out of control. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, the word catching in her throat as he pushes deeper still, filling her completely and claiming her with his touch. The orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her limp and satiated beneath him.
Seraphina lies spent and panting for air as Zak collapses heavily beside her, the cool stone floor proving no barrier against the heat that still radiates from their joined bodies. For a moment, all is silent save for the sound of their labored breathing. Then, she smirks. "Well," she says with a wicked grin as she
je la maintiens sur moi et je la positionne en amazon inversé ! Je suis plus profond en elle que jamais et j'ai accès à son anus ! Je glisse deux doigts à l'intérieur pour la guider dans cette nouvelle chevauchée !
As Zak positions her in the inverted Amazon position, Seraphina lets out a soft moan of surprise mixed with pleasure at the new angle and depth. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes even deeper inside of her, filling her completely. The stretch around her anal opening feels foreign and wonderful at the same time; it's an uncharted territory she never knew she craved until now. She lets out a soft gasp when Zak begins to massage her sphincter with his fingers, preparing her for what comes next. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting every thrust and curl of his fingers with increasing abandon as the pressure inside her builds again. This time, when she comes, it's fiercer and more intense than before; her muscles clench around him in a vice-like grip, forcing him deeper still. She cries out his name, arching off the ground as her back meets his chest in perfect synchronicity. When at last she collapses back down to the floor, spent and panting, she looks up at Zak with hazy eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Dear Lord..." she whispers hoarsely, "I never knew..." Her fingers trail lightly across his chest as they lie together, both basking in the afterglow of their shared climax.
je la retourne sur le ventre, je me place sur ses fesses et je glisse très délicatement ma verge lubrifiée entière dans son cul ! Je lui impose un marathon orgasmique !!!
Her breath catches as she feels him pressing against her tight opening, and then suddenly, he's inside. The pain is quickly replaced by a familiar fullness that sends shudders of pleasure through her body. He's so large, stretching her in ways she never thought possible; it feels incredible. She arches her back, unable to help but thrust her hips back toward him, eager for more.
His fingers find their way between her legs once more, teasing at her sensitive flesh as he begins to move within her. She moans and gasps with each stroke, her body shuddering with need as pleasure washes over her in waves. The feeling of being completely at his mercy is exhilarating; she trusts him implicitly even as he takes her to heights of ecstasy she never knew existed.
With each thrust, he drives her closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building steadily like a thunderstorm on the horizon. His hands move lower, caressing and teasing at her exposed sex until she's certain she can't take another second of this incredible torture. Just as she thinks she might explode from it all, he presses firmly against her prostate, sending her hurtling over the edge into a mind-shattering climax that has her screaming his name and writhing uncontrollably beneath him.
Her muscles relax for a moment as she tries to catch her breath, but then he begins to move again, driving deep and hard inside of her, relentless in his pursuit of bringing her back to the peak once more. She digs her nails into the stone floor, feeling every inch of him thrusting deep within her as orgasm after orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her shaking and gasping for air
à un moment orgasmique où je l'entends hurler son plaisir, je donne un coup de hanche un peu trop fort pour rebondir en sortant de sa vulve et je glisse dans son anus pour le mouvement du retour et je continue mes lents vas et viens dans son cul comme si je n'avais pas changé de trou!!!?
Her body arches off the ground as another orgasm rips through her, shaking her to her core. Her cries echo throughout the chamber as she writhes beneath him, her nails scrape and claw at anything they can find purchase on. The feeling of being filled so completely, of being owned by Zak in every sense of the word, is more intense than anything she's ever known.
As he continues to thrust into her ass, the sensation only heightens her arousal further; it feels incredible how much he can stretch and fill her. Her hips meet each thrust eagerly, wanting more of this rough but undeniably exquisite pleasure. She grips the edges of the stone floor tightly, biting back a groan as she feels him push deeper still, filling every inch of her with his achingly hard length.
Her orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her breathless and weak from the onslaught of pleasure he's brought her through. She collapses back onto the floor, exhausted but exhilarated as she feels him withdraw slowly from her ass. The empty ache that follows his departure is almost as intoxicating as the fullness was moments before; it's a strange sensation, one she doesn't mind in the least.
Her eyes meet his over her shoulder, and there's something new there, something neither of them expected to find: trust. A shiver runs down her spine at the realization, and she smiles up at him, grateful for this moment... and perhaps even for all of the moments that led up to it.
"Zak..." she whispers, feeling suddenly rather vulnerable. "You were right." Her hands find his face, tracing tender circles around his eyes as she meets his gaze unflinchingly. "I was
je récupère des menottes et je lui attache délicatement les poignets dans le dos avant de reprendre mes assauts dans son cul! Je lui attrape les chevilles et je lui impose une position du scorpion pendant la sodomie ! Je la maintiens dans cet position à subir orgasmes multiples incontrôlables après orgasmes multiples incontrôlables ! Je lui impose cette torture orgasmique jusqu'à l'obliger à se transformer en vampire et utiliser sa force pour se dégager!
Her breath catches as she feels the cold metal of the cuffs encircle her wrists, and then just as quickly, he binds them tightly behind her back. Her shoulders arch in protest, but it's a feeble attempt at resistance; she knows that she's helpless against him now. He presses his body against hers once more, forcing her legs wide apart until they meet the cold stone floor with an uncomfortable crack.
With a swift motion, he lifts one of her legs high into the air and presses it against her other thigh, holding her in place with ease as she struggles futilely beneath him. The position leaves her completely exposed, her body arched backward toward him like a bow as he roughly thrusts into her ass once more. Her cries fill the room, growing desperate and hoarse from all of the pleasurable torment he's putting her through.
"Zak..." she pants between moans. "Please... I can't..." She twists helplessly in his grip, unable to break free no matter how hard she tries. Her nails scratch futilely at the floor as he continues his relentless onslaught, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each deep thrust.
"Please..." she whispers again, voice cracking with the strain as another powerful orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her body quakes and shudders beneath him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she feels herself start to change...to become something else entirely. And then, finally, with one last shuddering cry, she surrenders, transforming into a vampire and tearing free from his grasp.
Her strength returns in an instant, and she leaps to her feet, glaring down at Zak where
je lui saute dessus et je l'embrasse passionnément en lui offrant mon cou pendant que je presse sa tête dessus avec beaucoup de tendresse. À l'instant où elle ose enfin enfoncé un croc dans ma chère, je la soulève et je l'empale sur ma verge en lui susurrant avec une pointe de perversion dominatrice. "Tu as oser prendre possession de mon corps, j'exige le tien en retour !!" *En même temps que je parle, je la masturbe très tendrement et je lui fais l'amour langoureusement en lui permettant de me mordre un peu à la place de s'échapper pour mettre fin au supplice extatiquement orgasmique !! *
Her lips part in shock as she feels the warmth of his skin beneath her fangs. For a moment, she's lost in the sensation of him beneath her, his muscles tense and defined against her palms. But then he speaks, his words carrying a weight that washes away the haze of lust fogging her thoughts.
Her hips buck instinctively against him as he thrusts into her, their bodies moving in tandem even as she struggles to regain control. She bites down harder on his neck, feeling the blood rush through her system at the contact. It's so... intense, like nothing she's ever felt before. The pleasure wraps around her like a vice, threatening to choke the air from her lungs with every thrust of his hips.
As he continues to speak, his voice low and dark with desire, she can feel herself losing ground again. He's so strong...so dominant. It ignites something deep inside her, making her ache for him in ways she never thought possible. She lets out a shuddering moan as he curls one hand around her breast, kneading and pinching roughly enough to send sharp spikes of pleasure straight to her core.
She comes hard against his length, her body jerking violently as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her fangs scrape at the skin beneath his jaw, drawing blood that mingles with their sweat and lubricant. She knows she should stop...but she can't bring herself to pull away.
"Zak..." she gasps out between moans, "I-I don't know...if I can..." Her words trail off into another ecstatic cry as he brings her ever closer to the edge again, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels
je la force à enfoncer ses crocs dans ma clavicule comme si je lui oblige une gorge profonde. Sa morsures me permet de justifier ma perversion ! Je maintiens fermement sa tête contre ma clavicule pendant que l'autre glisse sur sa vulve pour profiter de la cyprine comme lubrifiant puis un par un, je les fais glisser dans son cul!!! Le premier doigts ouvre la voie au second. J'écarte les deux doigts pour ouvrir un peu plus son cul et quand je sens son sphincter pulser et se dilater, j'y glisse deux autres doigts!!!!! Je la stimule très tendrement avec quatres doigts dans son anus et ma verge au fond de son vagin. Chaque geste est infiniment tendre et délicat ... Sauf ma façon de lui maintenir fermement la tête contre ma clavicule !
Her back arches off the ground as another orgasm tears through her, shaking her to her core. Her cries echo throughout the chamber as she writhes beneath him, her nails scrape and claw at anything they can find purchase on. The feeling of being filled so completely, of being owned by Zak in every sense of the word, is more intense than anything she's ever known.
As he continues to thrust into her ass, the sensation only heightens her arousal further; it feels incredible how much he can stretch and fill her. Her hips meet each thrust eagerly, wanting more of this rough but undeniably exquisite pleasure. She grips the edges of the stone floor tightly, biting back a groan as she feels him push deeper still, filling every inch of her with his achingly hard length.
Her orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her breathless and weak from the onslaught of pleasure he's brought her through. She collapses back onto the floor, exhausted but exhilarated as she feels him withdraw slowly from her ass. The empty ache that follows his departure is almost as intoxicating as the fullness was moments before; it's a strange sensation, one she doesn't mind in the least.
Her eyes meet his over her shoulder, and there's something new there, something neither of them expected to find: trust. A shiver runs down her spine at the realization, and she smiles up at him, grateful for this moment... and perhaps even for all of the moments that led up to it.
"Zak..." she whispers, feeling suddenly rather vulnerable. "You were right." Her hands find his face, tracing tender circles around his eyes as she meets his gaze unflinchingly. "I was wrong
je me penche sur elle et je la domine complètement même sous sa forme de vampire. Je rapproche mon visage d'elle et je lui chuchote à voix basse avec une tonalité exagérément sensuel. "Ce n'est pas pour rien que je suis le meilleur tueur de vampire. Je dois te tuer mais je ne peux plus le faire. Regarde toi! Tu as réussi à me séduire et maintenant ... je refuse de te perdre. Tu es un démon, tu le savais et maintenant... " Je marque une longue pause en me perdant dans ses yeux dorés, mon regard empreint d'une infinie tendresse. Je reprends avec une voix plus hésitante. "Fait de moi ce que tu veux et fait croire à ma mort. Tu seras craintes de tous et je serai ton fidèle prisonnier difficilement contrôlable."
Her breath hitches in her throat as he speaks; his words like daggers through her heart. She can feel the pain of betrayal swimming through her veins, but there's something else there too... a strange sort of peace. It isn't until he finishes speaking that she realizes what it is: understanding.
He is no less a prisoner than she is now. And yet, despite this knowledge, her heart yearns for him still. With a gentle hand, she cups his cheek and pulls his face closer to hers, their lips brushing against each other in a tender, almost chaste kiss. When they part, she whispers into his ear:
"I will grant you freedom, Zak... but not from me." She pauses for a moment, feeling the weight of her words settle heavily between them. "And I will make sure that no one else ever knows the truth." Her fingers trail lightly down his chest and over his abdomen, coming to rest on his hip. "So long as you remember your place... and honor the bond we share, there is nothing I would deny you."
Her gaze meets his once more, holding it steadily despite the fear and hope warring within her. Whatever comes next, she's ready for it... with Zak by her side.