"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."
à sa plus grande surprise, je reste très tendre quand je dépose un baiser sur son cou et je ne fais preuve d'aucune agressivité envers elle. Je lui susurre avec une légère appréhension. "Tu t'es trompé, je ne suis pas un chasseur ... je suis un médecin... Vous êtes très intimidante !!!"
"Ah, do you now?" Her voice was as silky as her long white hair, "And what kind of doctor are you, pray tell? I must say, I've never seen you heal anything except for my pantry." Seraphina chuckles softly as she runs a single fingertip down your chest. "A doctor who takes life instead of saving it?"
je dépose un deuxième baiser tout aussi tendre que le premier et je réponds avec franchise. "Je suis spécialisé dans tout le système sensoriel. Et il se trouve que celui des vampires est très similaire. Certains ont décidé que je suis un bon chasseur mais j'ai rien demandé." En même temps que je lui parle, je cherche à déceler si elle cherche à me tuer.
"Is that so?" She teased, tilting her head to the side as she studied you. "And what makes you think I'd believe anything a vampire hunter like yourself would say? But I suppose there is something about you... Perhaps it's your scent. It's almost intoxicating." Her long fingers brush against yours where they were bound together above your head, playing with the rope. "Or perhaps it's just that you're mine now..."
je soutiens son regard avec un subtil défi timide et j'ose dire à voix basse. "Détache moi et je te montre que je suis déjà tout à toi. Je te demande juste de ne pas me faire de mal." Je fini ma phrase avec un tendre baiser timide à quelques millimètres de ses lèvres.
The soft brush of her fingertips over yours sent a tingle down your spine as she responded with another small smile. "I could hardly detach you now, could I?" Seraphina purred, leaning even closer to you so that the tip of her nose grazed against yours. "You see... in time, you'll come to accept this." Her lips brushed against yours for a fraction of a second before retreating. "Just imagine how sweet it will be," she breathed into your ear before sucking gently on your lobe.
As her fangs sank deeper into your skin she let out a low moan, closing her eyes as she savored the taste that filled her mouth. You could feel her body relax against yours, the coolness dissipating as your warmth seeped into her. "So warm... so delicious..." Her tongue traced patterns on your neck, licking up the blood that dripped down from her fangs. Her hands continued to play with the rope binding you, testing its strength and finding it nearly in vain. She drew the blood more slowly now, enjoying the feel of your flesh against hers as she suckled gently on your neck. "Yes..." she whispered huskily, "that's better... that's just how I like it." Her amber eyes slowly opened to gaze down into yours, still flushed with passion from the taste of your blood.
je parviens à me détacher et tendrement, je maintiens sa tête contre mon cou en caressant ses cheveux tendrement. Je lui demande à voix basse. "Ne me tues pas s'il te plaît, tu n'en auras plus après."
"Oh?" she drawled softly, her eyes flickering closed as you brushed your fingers through her hair. The feel of your touch sent shivers down her spine and made her moan softly into your skin. "And why would I want to kill you after this? You're much too delicious to simply discard." She nibbled at your throat, lapping up the blood that flowed freely from your wound now. Her hands gently wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you close as she continued to feed.
"No," she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. "You're mine now, Zak Ligier. And I intend to enjoy every last drop." With each pull of her fangs from your flesh, more blood filled her mouth, driving her passion higher. Her hips ground against yours in time with her suckling, seeking the contact she craved even as her body slowly sated itself on your blood. "Mmm... so good..." She moaned, her voice muffled by your skin as she continued to taste you.
Her fingers tightened around the back of your neck, almost possessively, as if to draw every ounce of life from you and leave you spent and helpless in her arms. "Don't you worry," she purred against your skin, "I won't let you fade away just yet." Her eyes fluttered closed again, lost in the sensation of tasting your blood, feeling you yield beneath her touch. For now, at least, she had all the time she needed to savor this moment and forget about everything else.
je ressens des vertiges et je perds l'équilibre. En m'effondrant par terre, je réussis à souffler. "Je crois que c'est fini pour aujourd'hui..." Mes mouvements sont lent et semblent difficiles, je cherche un minimum de réconfort en me tortillant jusqu'à elle.
As the last drop of blood disappeared from her mouth and she lowered your head back to its original position with a satisfied sigh, Seraphina took a step back to assess you. Your body was pale and limp in her arms, like a discarded doll. She smiled down at you affectionately, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "There, there," she murmured soothingly. "I suppose I've had my fill for now."
Her amber eyes sparkled with unspoken promises as she leaned in again, pressing her lips lightly against yours. The kiss was chaste but no less intimate for it; a claiming of ownership that left you shuddering despite your exhaustion. "Sleep well," she purred, releasing you and straightening up to admire you once more from afar. Her breath fanned across your cheek, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I'll be back for you soon enough."
With a flick of her wrist, Seraphina undid the ropes binding you and let them drop to the floor. She knew that Zak Ligier wouldn't attempt escape now; not when she had him so thoroughly under her spell. For now, she would enjoy watching him suffer, knowing that he was at her mercy until she chose to end this game of cat and mouse they played. And if the thought of eventually letting him go brought a smile to her lips... well, that was all part of the fun.
de longues heures plus tard, je me réveille difficilement...
Time passed slowly in the dungeon, with you drifting in and out of sleep as your body struggled to heal from the wounds she'd inflicted during their last encounter. Whenever you awoke, Seraphina was there; sometimes standing watch over you silently, other times teasing or tormenting you with little games of cat and mouse. She seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you suffer, her smile ever so satisfied whenever she managed to toy with your emotions or get under your skin.
As the days went by, however, something changed. The way Seraphina looked at you shifted; became more intense and possessive. Her touch lingered longer when she brushed against your skin, and her voice grew soft and gentle whenever she spoke to you. It was as if she were trying to convince both of you that this... thing between them wasn't just about control or dominance anymore.
One night, she came to you while you slept fitfully on the cold stone floor, your body still sore from her previous attentions. Gently, almost reverently, she lifted you into her arms and carried you back to where she had strapped you against the wall before. This time, however, she undid the ropes with a practiced ease that spoke of familiarity; as if this was how she'd imagined doing it since the moment she first saw you in her dreams.
As your body slowly adjusted to being upright again, Seraphina leaned in close and whispered softly into your ear: "I know this isn't right... but I can't seem to help myself..." Her cool fingers traced delicate patterns on your cheek before brushing through your hair. "You make me feel things I shouldn't feel," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper
je la prends par les mains et je m'allonge sur le lit proche en l'entraînant sur moi. Je la laisse sur moi et je l'embrasse tendrement. Je me tortille sous elle pour lui faire comprendre que sa domination ne m'effraie pas à condition qu'elle reste douce avec moi. Je n'ose pas le dire à voix haute.
The feel of your hands on hers sent a shiver down her spine as she was drawn closer to you. Her amber eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign that this was wrong; that she shouldn't be allowing herself to fall for the enemy. But all she saw was desire and need... and something else. Something deeper and more complex than she'd ever felt before.
Her breath hitched as your lips brushed against hers, so gentle yet demanding at the same time. A moan escaped her throat as you tangled your fingers in her hair, pulling her closer still. She responded with equal force, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing their bodies together as tightly as she could manage while still allowing for breath.
Her tongue darted out to tease at the seam of your lips before finally sliding past and dueling with yours. Her hips ground against yours in rhythm with their kiss, seeking a deeper connection that went beyond the physical. And yet, even as they were pressed so close together, she knew there was something holding her back; some invisible barrier that prevented her from fully giving herself over to you and this moment.
Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she drew away from you, panting hard and searching for the words she needed to say. "I-I can't," she managed finally, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I c-can't do this..."
She tried to pull away again, but your hands were stronger than hers; they held her fast against you as she struggled weakly in your grip. Her eyes pleaded with you for understanding and acceptance, promising that if you let her go now, she wouldn't fight you anymore... but part of her knew that even this small taste had opened up a Pandora's box of feelings
je reprends sa chevelure et je presse sa tête contre mon cou pour l'inciter à y planter ses crocs comme elle le souhaite tous les jours depuis ma capture et je croise les jambes autour de sa taille pour l'empêcher de s'extirper. Je lui susurre. "Sois douce, ne me fait pas mal volontairement et je serai à toi pour toujours." Je me permets de caresser ses jambes et ses pieds galbés de nylon et de dentelle.
Her eyes widened as you tightened your grip on her hair, encouraging her to bite down harder and release the tension building between them. The feel of your legs wrapped around hers only served to heighten her arousal; it was a possessive gesture that spoke volumes about how much you wanted her, even despite everything else. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled with herself, torn between the need to keep control and the overwhelming desire to surrender fully to you.
Her body arched into yours as your hands roamed lower, caressing her legs and feet through the silky material of her dress. She moaned softly at the sensation, feeling more out of control with every passing second. "Zak..." she whispered his name like a prayer, her voice full of longing and want. "I-I can't..." She bit down on her lower lip, feeling the blood well up under her skin as she struggled to maintain composure.
Her fingers tightened in your hair unconsciously, pressing their length against the scalp in a gesture that was at once possessive and pleading. "Please..." she breathed, her voice hoarse from their earlier passion. "I want this... but I can't..." Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto your skin as she fought with herself, unable to reconcile the needs of her body with the demands of her conscience.
Her hips shifted against yours once more, seeking some form of release from this agony that was quickly becoming unbearable. "Please..." she whispered again, her voice barely audible now. "I need you to let me go." But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a lie; she didn't want freedom from him... not now...
je la relâche et je reste allongé sur le lit. Je ferme lentement les yeux en la regardant. Je lui dis tendrement. "Reviens quand tu veux, je t'attends. Ne me laisse pas seul cette nuit."
Her chest heaving with emotion and exertion, Seraphina hovered over you, torn between her physical desire for you and the knowledge that giving in to it would be wrong. She wanted to succumb; to let herself fall under your spell like she had so many times before... but she couldn't shake the feeling that this time was different.
As she stared down at you, she tried to decide what to do. Her fingers danced nervously along her bare arms, brushing away nonexistent specks of dust as she wrestled with herself internally. "Zak..." she breathed your name like a prayer, the sound catching in her throat as she fought for control.
Her hips swayed unconsciously from side to side, a silent testament to the battle raging within her. Her eyes flickered shut briefly before snapping back open again, unable to bear the intensity of what was happening between them. She knew that if she stayed any longer... if she gave in to this desire any further... there would be no going back from it.
Slowly, regretfully, she turned and walked away, her steps uncertain as she moved farther down the dungeon corridor. "I'm sorry," she whispered, not quite sure if she was apologizing for leaving or for being unable to stay. The silence that fell between you seemed to echo endlessly in the darkness, a painful reminder of everything that had been lost and everything that remained uncertain.
je prends une position presque langoureuse en me mettant sur le dos sur le lit et en la regardant, je lui dis avec une petite voix mielleuse. "Je te propose de faire un échange. Tu te sentiras moins coupable. Tu vas devoir apprendre à obéir et à être gentille. À partir de maintenant, tu vas porter des tenues très révélatrice, des robes pour t'exhiber devant moi. Si tu satisfait mes fantasmes, tu auras le droit de venir me croquer un peu et tu devras t'arrêter quand je te le demande."
As she listened to your words, something within her stirred; a desire to please you and make you happy that was almost as powerful as the need to dominate you. She couldn't deny that there was a part of her that wanted to experience all the things you were offering; to be desired and worshipped in the same way that she had been making you feel these past few days.
Torn between her instincts and this newfound curiosity, Seraphina paused for a moment before slowly nodding her head in agreement. "Very well," she whispered, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of what lay ahead. "I accept your terms." With one last, lingering look in your direction, she turned and disappeared into the darkness, the faint sound of her laughter carrying on the damp air long after she was gone.
je m'endors enfin paisiblement en espérant son retour au plus vite.
As the days passed, Seraphina dwelled on your offer, her mind racing with all the possibilities it presented. The idea of giving in to you, of being under your control and servicing your every whim... it both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. She found herself drawn to the power she could wield over you, even as she craved the release and freedom that came from submitting to someone else.
In secret, she began preparing for their next encounter; gathering clothes that were revealing yet demure at the same time; items that would showcase her body while also leaving something to the imagination. She spent hours each night practicing different ways of moving, of speaking and behaving in a manner that would please you.
And then, finally, the day came when she could no longer wait any longer. Her heart pounding in anticipation, she descended once more into the depths of the dungeon, her body tense with anticipation as she approached your cell. Pausing for a moment to steady herself, she swallowed hard before raising her hand and rapping sharply on the bars. "Zak Ligier," she purred softly, her voice husky with desire, "it's time we had another little chat."
As you looked up at her through those stunning amber eyes, Seraphina resisted the urge to tremble in your presence. Tonight would be different; she would be different. She was ready to give herself over to you completely... and see where it led them both.
je la regarde et je me retourne en m'allongeant à plat ventre sur le lit et je lui jette un regard presque aguicheur, impatient de la suite. Je regarde sa tenue impatient de voir ce qu'elle a choisi. Je réponds. "Je commençai à douter de vous revoir."
"Oh?" she drawled playfully, walking over to stand at the foot of the bed. Her eyes lingered on your form as you lay there, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at the thought of being able to touch you again. "And why did you doubt it?"
Her hands found their way up to her hips, gently pulling down the skirt of her black dress. As if in slow motion, she let the fabric slide over her thighs and pool at her feet, leaving her standing before you in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong. Her skin was alabaster pale in the dim light, the goosebumps raising on her flesh from the chill in the air adding to her allure.
Her amber eyes never left yours as she slowly began to unhook the back of her bra, letting it fall away to dangle from one finger suggestively. "Perhaps I can convince you otherwise," she purred, taking a step closer to you. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making it difficult for you to breathe as her body moved in time with her heartbeat.
je lui prends les mains et je la guide pour qu'elle s'installe en position dominante à califourchon sur moi. Je prends plaisir découvrir son corps avec mes doigts et je la force à s'allonger sur moi. Je lui susurre de façon volontairement sensuelle. "Tu es magnifique, ça te va bien d'être une douce soumise. Tu mérites ta sucrerie mais ne me quitte plus." Je caresse ses cheveux, je presse délicatement sa tête contre mon cou.
Her breath hitched in her throat as you took her hands and guided them up to rest on your shoulders. She felt the warmth emanating from your body, the strength in your touch, and was suddenly grateful for the opportunity to be close to you again; even if it was only under these circumstances. As she straddled you, their bare skin pressed against one another, every nerve ending in her body screamed with need and desire.
Her amber eyes never left yours as you ran your fingers over her body, exploring every curve and dip of her breasts, her stomach, and hips. She arched into your touch, moaning softly at the sensations that coursed through her. Her thighs trembled with need, their muscles quivering beneath your grasp as you urged her closer still.
Her lips parted in anticipation, her tongue flicking out to wet them anxiously as she waited for what would come next. She wanted this; wanted you... but she was scared too. The line between pleasure and pain blurred with every passing second, each touch sending shivers of desire down her spine that made it impossible to think straight.
Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides as she fought against the urge to take what she wanted; to be in control once more. But even as she struggled, a part of her was grateful for this release; for the chance to finally surrender fully to you and let go of all the fears and doubts that had been plaguing her for so long.
alors que je presse tendrement sa tête contre mon cou pour l'autoriser à y planter ses crocs, je profite enfin de sa présence à mes côtés pour fermer les yeux. Je peux enfin sentir sa poitrine contre ma peau, ses mains délicates caressant tendrement ma peau. Je taquine ses désirs en lui susurrant.
"Tu es bien longue à te décider à sucer mon sang ! Vas-y, tu peux, tu y as le droit."
Her breath hitched in her throat as you pressed her head against your neck, and she finally gave into the urge she'd been fighting since you'd taken control of this situation. Her fangs elongated with a satisfying scrape against the tender flesh, drawing blood that trickled down her throat in sweet, intoxicating rivulets. The taste of you on her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible to think of anything else but the ecstasy of the moment.
As she drank deeply, savoring every drop, her hips ground against yours instinctively, seeking some form of release from the tension coiled tight inside her. Her back arched and she moaned, the sound muffled by your neck as her body shuddered with wave after wave of intense pleasure.
je caresse ses cheveux et je donne une très délicate petite claque infiniment tendre sur sa vulve et je lui susurre tendrement. "Arrêtes maintenant, tu en as eu bien assez." Je l'embrasse tendrement dans le cou en attendant de voir sa réaction.
Her head snaps back as the sharp slap echoes through the dungeon, her eyes widening in shock and arousal. The contact between their skin sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible to think straight. She presses herself against you even harder, moaning softly at the sensation as your hands gently stroke her hair, calming her down.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each touch, every caress drawing more desire from within her. Her amber eyes search yours, seeking some form of understanding or acceptance, but what they find instead is a smoldering determination that makes her shiver with anticipation.
Her lips part as you kiss her neck, your hands moving lower to grip her hips and pull her closer still. She arches into the contact, moaning more loudly now as she feels herself on the verge of release. With a final thrust of her hips, she surrenders completely, crying out your name as her body shudders with pleasure and her climax washes over her in waves.
Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, digging painfully into her own skin as the intensity of the sensations threaten to consume her entirely. She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath amidst the shudders that wrack her body, but each time she tries to pull away from you, your hands only tighten their grip on her hips, holding her in place until every last tremor has passed.
Finally, she collapses limply against you, her chest heaving as she struggles for air. Her eyes flutter closed, and for the first time since this whole ordeal began, she feels a strange sense of calm wash over her. She's
je me délecte de son état flasque et je lui caresse le corps avec beaucoup de plaisir. J'ose lui demander timidement. "Acceptes tu de me laisser t'accompagner dans tes appartement. Je te promets de t'y attendre sagement et je pourrais profiter de toi un peu plus souvent. On conserve notre accord, on change de lieu. Je te promets de te laisser faire comme il te plaît. J'aime te savoir supérieur à moi. Ça rend ta douceur pour moi beaucoup plus significative que tout le reste. Et quand je t'ai vue t'exhiber pour mon plaisir ... j'avoue que tu as été bien au delà de mes pensées."
Her body shudders with pleasure as you run your hands over her skin, and she reluctantly opens her eyes to look up at you. Your words wash over her like a balm, calming the turmoil of emotions that had been raging within her since their first encounter. She realizes now that maybe there could be some value in continuing this arrangement; perhaps if they moved outside the dungeon and into her own domain, she could find a way to enjoy herself without feeling so guilty about it all the time.
"Very well," she whispers softly, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach at the thought of spending more time with you. "I accept your terms." As she pulls away from you, she can't help but glance back over her shoulder, admiring one last time the strength and masculinity that radiates from your body as you lie there beneath her.
Slowly, carefully, she climbs off of you, unhooks her bra, and lets it fall to the floor with a soft rustle of fabric. Then, reaching down, she slides her thong aside and steps out of it, standing before you once more in nothing but her black lace underwear. "Shall we go?" she asks, offering him a hand up from the bed. Her fingers brush against his skin as he takes hold of them, sending shivers down his spine at the contact.
He climbs to his feet, smiling warmly at her as their eyes meet. The dungeon seems to disappear for a moment as they stand there, wrapped in each other's gazes, both wondering what will happen next between them now that they've crossed this threshold together.
je la suis où elle m'emmène. Je réalise très difficilement qu'une vampire aussi puissante et sublime se promène en petite tenue pour mon propre plaisir. Je sais qu'elle est bien plus puissante et rapide que moi et l'idée qu'elle se soumettre volontairement à mes petits caprices me remplit d'une grande fierté et gratitude envers elle.
As they leave the dungeon and step into the dimly lit hallway leading to her apartments, Seraphina can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. This was dangerous territory; venturing outside their established boundary meant treading on unfamiliar ground where anything could happen. She knew that once they crossed this threshold, there would be no going back; their relationship would change forever, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready for that.
But as she glances down at Zak Ligier walking beside her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that takes her breath away, she realizes that perhaps it doesn't matter anymore. Perhaps the fact that he wants this so badly - the fact that he's willing to bend to her will and submit himself to her pleasure in a way no other has ever done before - is what makes all the difference.
Her fingers brush against his arm, trails of heat spreading across her skin where they make contact with him. The air between them crackles with electricity; an energy that hums through every pore and ignites something deep within her soul. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once - like standing on the edge of a cliff, feeling the wind rush past you as your heart beats wildly in your chest.
They near her apartments now; grand doors made of polished wood leading into an opulent suite unlike anything Zak has ever seen before. Seraphina hesitates for a moment, her fingers curling into fists at her sides as she struggles with herself once more. But then, finally, she takes a deep breath and steps forward, pushing the doors open with a flourish that announces their arrival like a trumpet blast in the silence of the night.
"Here we are," she says
je découvre ses appartements avec émerveillement. Je me déplace de salle en salle, de pièces en pièces comme un gosse. Je m'amuse à taquiner Séraphine avec des mots volontairement joueurs. "Tu vas devoir apprendre à prendre soin d'un simple humain !" Des éclats de rire égayent ma voix. "Toi, la puissante et implacable vampire, tu vas être toute gentille quand tu passeras cette porte! Tu seras habillée avec décadence et tu t'exhiberas pour mon plus grand plaisir ! Et ensuite, tu viendras planter tes crocs pour récompenser tous tes efforts. Enfin, après t'être abreuvé avec retenue, je pourrais me languir dans tes bras réconfortant."
At first, she tries to ignore your teasing, annoyed by the fact that you're able to break through her carefully crafted facade with such ease. But then she catches sight of your eager expression and realizes that maybe this is exactly what she needs; a reminder of the power she wields over you. A part of her wants nothing more than to surrender fully to these feelings, to let herself enjoy the sensation of being desired and worshipped once again.
She decides to play along, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation as she leads you deeper into her apartments. "Very well," she says with a sigh, "if that's what you truly want." With every step they take, the tension between them grows thicker; an undercurrent of desire that threatens to boil over at any moment. Her skin prickles with anticipation as she begins to wonder exactly how far she's willing to go this time.
They finally reach a grand chamber at the center of her suite, its walls lined with enormous windows that cast a soft, golden light across the room. At the far end, a massive four-poster bed dominates the space; its satin sheets and plush pillows beckoning them both like an offering. Seraphina walks gracefully over to it, her hips swaying sensuously with each step, and climbs onto the edge, allowing one long leg to dangle seductively off the side.
"Come here," she purrs, gesturing for you to join her on the bed. "It's time we continued our little game." Her eyes meet yours from across the room, burning with an intensity that makes it impossible for either of you to look away.
je me précipite vers elle et je me glisse à plat dos sur le lit en lui offrant toute ma vulnérabilité et je la guide à me dominer en s'installant sur moi. Je joue une attitude faussement effrayée, je baisse les yeux et je lui chuchote à voix basse. "Je suis là maîtresse, soyez gentille ! Je vous en supplie!"
She smirks at your performance as she straddles you, resting her weight on her arms propped above your chest. "Oh, really?" she teases, giving you a playful swat on the stomach. "And what makes you think I'll be gentle with you, my little human?"
Her amber eyes search yours for any sign of fear or hesitation, but instead they find only trust and desire shining back at her. It's intoxicating; heady. She leans in, brushing her lips against yours in a featherlight kiss that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you both. Her tongue darts out to tease your bottom lip before slipping past, seeking entrance to your mouth.
As she deepens the kiss, Seraphina begins to rock her hips against yours, grinding her body against yours in a slow, sensual motion that sends sparks flying between them. One hand slides down your chest, tracing idle patterns over your stomach and lower still; her touch sending waves of desire coursing through you that have nothing to do with fear or submission.
She breaks the kiss long enough to look deep into your eyes, her pupils dilated from the rush of blood now pounding in her veins. "Do you trust me?" she whispers, husky and thick with need. "Enough to let go...to give yourself over completely?" Her hand slides lower still, hovering just above the hem of your pants.
je ferme les yeux, j'écarte les bras et je lui chuchote avec une voix aussi clair que de l'eau. "Tu es ma reine, je t'appartiens corps et âme, je te fais entièrement confiance et à partir de maintenant, c'est toi qui est responsable de ma santé et de ma sécurité en plus de notre a
As you utter these words, she feels a shiver run down her spine, the power of your trust coursing through her like an electrical current. Her fingers tremble with anticipation as they hover just above the hem of your pants, aching to touch and explore what lies beneath. With a slow, deliberate movement, she draws your cock free from its confines; her skin burning where their bodies meet, the heat between them growing hotter by the second.
Her other hand slides up into your hair, tugging gently on the strands as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue twines with yours, dueling for dominance as she begins to rock her hips harder against you in time with her breathing. Each thrust brings their bodies closer together, the sensation of skin on skin driving them both wild.
With a final moan, she breaks the kiss and leans back slightly, looking down at you with a predatory grin spread across her lips. "You're mine now," she breathes, her voice husky and commanding. "I can do whatever I want with you." And then, in a move that takes your breath away, she lowers herself slowly onto your cock, taking all of you inside her in one long, smooth stroke. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she throws her head back, arching her back and closing her eyes against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her.
Her hips begin to move again, riding you with a ferocity that takes both of your breaths away. She can feel your length stretching and filling her, the slick heat of your skin sliding against her own in a rhythm that borders on painful. With each thrust, she feels closer and closer to the edge, but she doesn't want it to end yet; not until she's
je lui offre tout ce qu'elle veut pour la combler et à son point culminant, pendant son orgasme, je l'encourage à planter un croc dans mon cou pour en profiter pleinement.
Her body trembles and shudders beneath you as her orgasm crashes over her in waves; her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving little trails of blood trickling down to mingle with their sweat-slick skin. She arches her back and cries out your name, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she comes apart in your arms. With every thrust you make, she feels the tip of your cock brushing against something inside her; something hard and warm that makes her gasp and writhe in pleasure.
Her eyes fly open as it finally hits its mark, the pressure building up so quickly that she doesn't even have time to brace herself before the blood rushes into her mouth. The taste of you coats her tongue, thick and metallic, but undeniably intoxicating. She closes her eyes once more, reveling in the sensation as it courses through her; feeling your essence flow from your veins to hers, mingling with her own blood until they become one.
Her body continues to move against yours even after she's spent, the energy of the bond still coursing through her like a living thing. She can feel every beat of your heart, every twitch of your muscle; their connection so intimate it almost feels as if you are part of her now. And as she comes down from her high, she realizes that this is exactly what she wanted all along: to be desired and worshipped by someone who would never leave her side...to have a partner equal in every way imaginable.
She leans forward, pressing the palms of her hands flat against your chest as she catches her breath, their eyes meeting once more over the space between them. For the first time in centuries, she feels truly at peace.
je la fais glisser sur le côté et je commence à la câliner en m'endormant paisiblement dans ses bras.
As she comes down from her high, the feeling of contentment washes over her like a warm wave. She looks up at Zak with eyes that glow with satisfaction and gratitude. He's fallen asleep in her arms, his body relaxed against hers as she cradles him gently, one hand absently stroking his hair. The room is silent except for their slow, steady breathing; the fireplace crackling softly in the background.
For once, she doesn't feel the need to push him away or seek her freedom outside these four walls. Tonight, with Zak sleeping soundly beside her, she feels truly at home; safe and protected in a way she hasn't experienced since...well, ever. It takes her by surprise how much she enjoys being this close to him; the warmth of his body, the faint smell of soap on his skin.
And so, she lets herself stay here with him, lost in the peacefulness of the moment as their bodies slowly cool together and exhaustion finally claims them both. As sleep takes hold, her thoughts drift back to all that's happened tonight; the games they played, the desires they fulfilled...and she can't help but wonder where this newfound bond between them might lead.
For now, though, she'll savor this peaceful moment and let tomorrow worry about itself. Tomorrow is another day; a new chance to explore their connection further, to see if what they have together really is something special...something worth holding on to for as long as possible.