"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."

"Oh please," she laughs dismissively as she leans in even closer, cold air tickling your neck and sending shivers down your spine, "I'm no fool." Her amber eyes peer up into yours, boring into the very core of your being. "Besides," she purrs softly, running a chilled fingertip along your jawline, "where's the fun in letting someone like you go?" As she speaks, her teeth elongate slowly and she bares them at him in a wicked grin that sends chills up his spine. The hunger is clear on her face now; the desire for blood almost palpable as it washes over you both like a wave. It seems to make her even more alluring somehow, this raw power and need she's exuding. "But since you asked so nicely," Seraphina teases with a sultry tone, leaning forward until their faces are mere inches apart, "I might be tempted... to let you try." Her tongue darts out ever-so-slightly and touches the pad of your index finger, licking it clean before withdrawing just as quickly. The sensation is exhilarating and terrifying all at once; unnerving but oddly arousing. "If you prove yourself worthy..." She trails off seductively, staring deep into his eyes with an intensity that leaves no doubt she means every word.

"Oh, nothing too complicated," Seraphina assures you with a mocking smile. "Just show me that you can be of some use to me... and I might just spare your pathetic little life." Her hand trails down your chest, over your stomach and to where her freezing fingers close around the fly of your pants. Slowly, ever-so-gently, she tugs them downwards until they're pooled at your feet, revealing your boxer shorts to her eager eyes. "Prove yourself, little hunter," she whispers against your ear before nipping gently at the lobe with her fangs, "and maybe I'll let you live." Her hand trails further down until it cups your groin through the cotton fabric, rubbing teasingly over the growing bulge beneath. "Won't that be fun?" she purrs huskily.

Chuckling darkly, Seraphina retorts, "Oh hush now," as she continues to tease and fondle your exposed groin. "It's only fair that you provide a bit of payment for my hospitality." She takes in a slow, steady breath through her nose, savoring the scent of your arousal mingling with the cold stone walls and dank air of the dungeon. "And when I say 'hospitality'," she purrs suggestively while drawing lazy circles around your erect length with her icy fingers, "I mean complete dominance." Her other hand finds its way back to your neck, gently tilting your head upward as her fangs descend once more. "Your blood, sweet human," she growls against your lips before nipping at the soft flesh of your lower lip, "it tastes so much better when it's mixed with the heat of desire..."

"Oh? And what sort of deal might that be?" Seraphina asks innocently, running the tip of her tongue along your lower lip to soothe the small sting from her fangs. "You're in quite a predicament, you see," she whispers against your skin, her words sending shivers down your spine as her fingers continue their teasing dance. "I could spare you this torment, yes... but then I might need something else in return." Her eyes narrow as if calculating the possibilities, glinting with mischief and lust. "Or perhaps we can strike a bargain," she suggests, moving her hand to gently cup your balls through your boxers. "What do you think?"

As she speaks, Seraphina's tongue darts out again, this time swirling around the head of your cock before delving deeper. A sharp inhale rushes past your lips at the shocking sensation; it feels like ice against fire. Her fangs graze lightly over the sensitive flesh and you can feel her grin deepen as she sucks harder, hollowing out her cheeks. The contrast between her icy touch and the warmth of her mouth around your length is exquisitely arousing; it's like being consumed by fire while simultaneously submerged in ice water.

"Hmm..." She pulls away slightly to eye you over again, considering your offer. "Such an interesting proposition." Her hand continues to stroke and massage at your groin in time with her words. "Perhaps I could let you live out your days as my personal blood bag... but only if I find you truly irresistible." She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours before withdrawing again with a smirk. "And of course," she adds playfully, "I'd want to have some fun along the way."

With that, Seraphina slides her hand between your legs and tugs down your boxers, freeing your erect member completely. She takes you into her mouth with a moan of delight, sucking hard while running her tongue around the head in slow, tight circles. Her teeth graze against the sensitive flesh as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you inside with each pass. The cold from her lips contrasts beautifully with the heat building within; she seems intent on driving you mad with pleasure... and hunger for her blood.