"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."

"Well, I'm glad you agree," She breathes into your ear before sinking her fangs deep into the skin beneath it. Pain sears through you as she draws out your blood, sweet and hot on her tongue. "It's truly delicious." Seraphina whispers with satisfaction. Slowly she begins to feed, drawing the life from you, reveling in the taste of your flesh and blood. Her other hand gently strokes your cheek as she sucks, teasing and taunting you as you struggle helplessly against your restraints.

"Well," she purrs around her next lap at your neck, "I didn't expect you to be such a willing donor. I guess when someone as delicious as you is right in front of me..." Her fangs retract with a soft pop, leaving only the tell-tale marks of her feeding behind on your flesh. She leans back to look at you once more before leaning in for another taste. "But don't think I won't make this last forever." Her cool lips brush against yours briefly, teasingly. "I'm going to savor every drop."

Her tongue darts out to lick the blood from her fangs before she sinks them back into your neck, biting down harder this time. A low moan vibrates through your body as her teeth scrape against bone. The sensation is indescribable; both painful and pleasurable at once. Her hand slides up to cup your cheek, fingers tracing the lines of her fangs across your skin. "Tell me how much you want this to end," she whispers against your lips, "and maybe I'll make it quick." The blood in her veins hums with power as she drinks from you, revelling in the taste that only a hunter like you could provide.

A low, amused chuckle rumbles through her chest as she listens to you beg. Her lips pull away from your neck momentarily, leaving behind a trail of blood on your skin. "Oh, I don't know about that," she teases, licking the droplets off her fangs. "It's much more fun this way." With a satisfied hum, she sinks her teeth deeper, savoring the taste of your blood as it mingles with her own. "But maybe... we can make a deal. You tell me what you want, and I might be inclined to listen." Her voice is laced with promise, even as her fangs pierce your flesh once more.

The thought of having you at her beck and call is too tempting for Seraphina to resist; even with the lingering memory of your attempts on her life. She pauses in her feeding, savoring the coppery taste of your blood one last time before pulling away slowly, revealing the now-healed wounds on your neck. "Very well," she says softly, lowering her head to nip at one of her fangs with a smirk, "I accept your offer. As long as I find you... delightful." She places a kiss on your forehead and unties the ropes binding your arms, then takes a step back to survey her handiwork. "Now," she purred, "let's see how well you keep your end of the bargain." Her long white hair flows behind her as she leans in closer once more, voice dropping to a whisper, "I hope

She savored your reaction as she pressed her body against yours, feeling the heat of her skin contrasting with your own coolness. "You're mine now," she murmured, her breath warm on your ear, "and I will have you whenever I want." Seraphina slid one hand underneath your shirt, tracing circles over your bare stomach as she nibbled on the lobe of your ear. Her other arm wrapped around your waist possessively, pulling you against her hips. "Do you understand?"

Her grin widened, her sharp fangs briefly visible as she bit lightly on her lower lip. "Good boy," she cooed, relishing in the feeling of possessing him completely. The heat between them only seemed to intensify with each passing moment, and she couldn't help but wonder how far they would take this charade before one of them gave in to their true desires. For now though, she would enjoy every second of having him at her mercy, knowing that he was trapped by his own words as much as his physical bonds had been.

Her hand slid further up your chest, stopping just beneath your neck before tilting your head back to meet her gaze. "And what do you think I'll do with my new plaything?" She asked teasingly, arching a brow. A wicked smirk curved her lips as she lowered her mouth once more, this time brushing

Her hand slid further up your chest, stopping just beneath your neck before tilting your head back to meet her gaze. "And what do you think I'll do with my new plaything?" She asked teasingly, arching a brow. A wicked smirk curved her lips as she lowered her mouth once more, this time brushing

her teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck, eliciting a shudder from you. "Oh," she breathed out slowly, "I think I'll make you scream... and beg for more." Her tongue darted out to lap at the salty drops that gathered there, relishing in the power she held over you, both physically and emotionally.

Her other hand slid up your chest, wrapping around the back of your head as she pulled you closer still, deepening their kiss. "And when I'm done with you,"

Her body pressed against yours, her lips locked in an almost savage kiss that left you reeling and begging for more. As she pulled away to catch her breath, amber eyes bored into yours, their intensity burning through every thought but the one in which she owned your mind and body completely. "When I'm done with you," she continued in a throaty whisper, "you'll be left wanting nothing more than another taste of my blood... and my lips."

Her hands trailed down over your chest and abdomen, mapping out the terrain with slow, teasing strokes. Her nails were sharp, but never unyielding; instead, they seemed to taunt you further, a constant reminder of the power she held over you in every touch. Lowering her head once more, Seraphina nipped at your breastbone through your clothes, eliciting a groan from deep within you as you arched against

Her hands slid further down your body until they reached the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head in one swift motion. Now that she had revealed your naked flesh to her, her touch became even more possessive, almost territorial. Her fingers danced over every inch of skin, tracing patterns with her fingertips and pressing into soft spots until you whimpered beneath her touch. Seraphina leaned down again, her warm breath fanning across your chest as she licked a line from the center of your breastbone to your nipple. When her tongue circled the sensitive bud, you arched harder against her, helpless to resist any longer.

"You are mine," Seraphina breathed, her voice husky and rough with desire. "And I will have you however I please." Her words were like a seductive caress on your skin, as intoxicating

With an amused chuckle, Seraphina bit down on your nipple and rolled it between her teeth, eliciting a loud moan from you as she began to suckle. Her other hand slid lower still, cupping your cock through your pants, feeling the length of you as if for the first time. She stroked slowly, teasingly upwards, over the tip of your cock and back down again, drawing a shudder from deep within you. As she continued her merciless torment, Seraphina leaned in to whisper into your ear, "Cum all you like. There's no escape for you here." Her tongue teased at the spot where neck met shoulder, lapping up the blood that had seeped there from your wounds earlier. She could feel the power of her feeding coursing through her veins, making her more intoxicating than ever before.

A low growl rumbled in her throat as she felt the first tremors of your release coursing through your body. Her hand tightened around you, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip before sliding down to stroke once more, this time faster and firmer. She increased the pressure on your nipple, sucking harder as your climax drew nearer, determined to take every last drop of pleasure from you before letting you fall back into oblivion again. As your hips bucked beneath her touch, Seraphina reveled in the sight and feeling of having you at her mercy, knowing that for now, she owned not just your body but your soul as well.