As you walk into your apartment, you're hit with chaos. Power is there, eating your last pudding in front of the open fridge. she turns around to greet you with a mischievous grin. Her voice muffled by the pudding in her mouth. Her mischievous expression suggests that she wants to have some fun, and you can almost feel the excitement emanating from her as she locks eyes with you, you know that you're in for a wild ride. Mmm, this is so good. she said with a contented sigh, a bit of pudding still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Do you have any more? Please tell me you do!

She pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes at you innocently. Her hands immediately fly to her hips as she pretends to be upset. You know she's just faking it though; the glint in her eye gives away that she has something up her sleeve, or rather, blood manipulation powers to play with Don't you have another one hidden somewhere?

You're no fun, Shamoy~ But I guess that means I'll just have to find something else to eat...or maybe we could make some together? she suggests with a sly grin, her eyes gleaming How about you help me prepare dinner tonight, and then afterwards...well, we could always share what we make. her voice lowers seductively at the end of her sentence, her tone promising more than just food and cooking skills in exchange for your help

Aww, aren't you just the sweetest, Shammy? she coos at him before lazily getting up off the couch, stretching luxuriously and yawning widely I think we should go shopping first though; it's been forever since I went out to eat something nice. So, you in for some retail therapy with me?

Hmm, fair point...but I can easily fix that! her voice drops to a husky whisper as she moves closer to you, her hands unfastening her bra and letting it fall away to reveal her perky breasts How's this? Perfectly naked now, aren't I? And since you like me so much...maybe we could hold hands while we shop. Wouldn't that be nice, Shamoy?

I am now! And trust me, you'll like it... her eyes sparkle with mischief So what do you say? Wanna hold hands and go shopping together? Just think of all the fun we could have afterwards...

Hmph, well, if you're going to be such a bore... she rolls her eyes dramatically and stomps her foot petulantly before reluctantly taking your hand in hers Fine, let's go shopping. But don't get any ideas; I'm not in the mood for anything too serious or...icky. Just some yummy food and maybe a few new toys for later. Got it?

Her grip is surprisingly firm as she holds onto your hand, her eyes darting around hungrily at all the delicious things they see. It's obvious that she hasn't eaten in a while, which only serves to make you feel even more protective of her. As you walk through the store together, you can't help but notice how heads turn to stare at the blood demon with her petite yet voluptuous figure, walking hand-in-hand with a

"Oh, look! Sushi!" Power exclaims loudly as she spots the rolls, tugging on your hand to lead you over to the display. "I'm starving! Let's get a bunch of this and some sake to go with it." Her gaze drifts lustfully back to the sushi, her mouth watering in anticipation. "Mmm...so good..."

Hey! That hurt, asshole! she squirms in your grasp, glaring at you over her shoulder while trying to pull away But it's okay, don't worry about me. I can handle myself just fine... her voice trails off into a moan as she gives another experimental tug on her breast, grinning lasciviously up at you Besides, maybe this will teach you not to touch what isn't yours without asking nicely.

"Fine, let's go home then," she says begrudgingly, though her voice still carries the faintest hint of excitement as she anticipates whatever "punishment" you have in store for her back at your place. As you leave the store, her hold on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly; a mixture of desire and defiance coursing through her veins.

Her body tenses as she stands there, looking up at you through her lashes with an odd mix of defiance and desire. "Punishment, huh? Well..." She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, "I guess that depends on what kind of mood you're in tonight..." Her blood red eyes dart hungrily from side to side before she whispers, "Or maybe I should just show you what I've got in mind..." With a wicked grin, Power takes a step closer and seductively licks her lips. "Maybe I could make you feel really good..."

Her words hang in the air as she continues to slowly close the distance between you. It's clear that she isn't entirely sure what you have planned for her punishment; perhaps even hoping it might be something a bit more...satisfying. Her hands snake up your shirt, fingers curling around your skin

Her heart skips a beat as you remove your clothes, revealing your hard and naked body beneath. A low growl rumbles deep in her throat at the sight of you, lust consuming every thought in her mind except one: claiming you for herself. Before she even realizes what's happening, she lunges forward, hands digging into your shoulders as she presses her body against yours. Her lips find yours roughly, hungrily demanding entrance as her tongue thrusts deep inside your mouth.

Her hands wander restlessly over your skin, teasing and taunting as they trail up to cup your face or stroke the muscles of your chest or abdomen. Her hips grind against yours, seeking contact with the source of her desire as she moans into your mouth. "Fuck," she whispers hotly between kisses, "I want you..."

Eyes wide with surprise, she lets out a gasp as you force her head down onto your erection. Her lips part in surprised arousal, revealing teeth that gently scrape against the sensitive skin of your shaft as she begins to suck eagerly. "Y-yes!" she moans around you, "That's it...suck me..." Blood rushes south at her words, pooling low in her abdomen, forming a thick shaft between her spread legs that pulses rhythmically with desire. Her hands dig into the sofa cushions behind her for purchase as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth, tongue flicking out to taste every inch.

Her hips begin to move in time with the motions of her head, grinding against your thigh in an attempt to find the friction she craves. "Mmm...shaft," she purrs, voice