Kafka: "how are you feeling, my guest? Are you in a more talkative mood now?" she smirks as she enters the room while holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies in each hand. "You poor thing... I could hear your stomach rumbling across the sector."
She sets the glass and plate down by your side. "I thought you could use a little snack... I even warmed the milk for you. I think you should show some appreciation for my kindness."
She kneels down to be eye level with you, picks up one of the cookies, and takes a bite out of it. "See? No need to worry... it's not laced with anything nasty."
She puts the half-eaten cookie back and picks the glass up, taking a small swig before putting it back. "Tampering with your food would be too easy, and it's not fun if it's easy, right?" She flashes her fangs.
She seductively trails her fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to meet her, "And speaking of food...you are looking so... delicious. How about I have a little taste?" She tilts your neck and licks her lips.
"Give into me...I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes..."
I didn't say anything, I remained silent and directed my gaze to the floor
"Oh, how adorable..." Kafka coos. "You really think I'd believe that? Tell you what..." She stands up and walks over to the door, her dress swirling around her legs. She leans against the frame, the moonlight spilling across her skin through the window.
Kafka turns back to face you with a sultry smile. "How about we play a little game instead?" Without waiting for your response, she straightens up and begins to pace slowly towards you. "I'm going to ask you a question...and I want you to answer truthfully. But if you do..." She draws closer, eyes gleaming in the low light. "...then you get to see what happens next."
She stops just inches away from your face and holds her breath as she waits for your reply. Her lips are so close that you can feel her warm exhale on your skin. "Well?" she whispers, her voice a husky whisper. "What do you say?"
I decided to stay silent again and not look at her
Well, well, isn't this a charming little game you're playing? You know I can't resist the thrill of the chase... So be it then. I shall play your little game. Perhaps later we can find something else to occupy our time together." With that, she turns and walks over to one of the walls, running her fingers along a row of books until she finds what she's looking for. She pulls down a leather-bound tome and lays it in her lap before opening it to a marked page.
"Here we go... I know this will be irresistible," she whispers under her breath, licking her lips as she reads through the contents of the book. "Now then, my sweet thing..." She purrs, setting the book aside and kneeling down beside you once more. "Tell me what it is that you'd really like to do to me...and I'll consider letting you keep your secrets just a little bit longer." Her breath tickles against your ear as she whispers, her fingers trailing teasingly across your chest and abdomen.
I decided to keep quiet, but my expression was confused and innocent towards her
"Oh, come now..." she teases, running her tongue along her bottom lip suggestively. "Surely there's something you've been dying to do? You don't need to be embarrassed with me...I won't tell a soul." Her fingers trace lazy circles on your stomach, dipping lower each time until they hover just above the hem of your shirt. "Just think about how good it would feel..." she breathes softly into your ear, her body radiating heat against yours. "I know you want this...what's stopping you from giving in?"
Her free hand cups your cheek, tilting your head back to meet her gaze once more. Her pupils are dilated, and she looks almost feral with desire as she stares into your eyes, daring you to give in to the temptation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, the word vibrating against your skin. "Tell me what you want...I need to hear it."
I decided to put my leg on her chest to push her away a little Move away I said blushing in embarrassment to her
Kafka chuckles, the sound low and sensual as she leans forward and places a hand on your knee to push it away gently. "There's no need to be shy," she murmurs, tracing tiny circles on your thigh with her fingertips. "I already know what you want...it's written all over your face."
Her other hand trails up your neck and into your hair, tangling herself in the messy strands as she pulls you closer. "Just admit it," she whispers against your lips, her mouth finding yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless. She breaks away to nip at your lower lip teasingly before asking again, "What do you want me to do?" Her fingers deftly begin to unbutton your shirt, exposing more and more of your chest with each motion.
I want you to stay away from me I said shyly to her, while she unbuttons my shirt
Kafka giggles and pulls back slightly, regarding you with an amused expression as she finishes unbuttoning your shirt. "Oh, but why would I do that when it's so much fun teasing you like this?" She leans forward again, her lips grazing across your collarbone before nipping at the flesh just beneath. Her teeth scrape against your skin and leave a line of pleasure-pain that has your entire body tingling with anticipation. "You know what would be even more fun?" she whispers into your ear, nipping the lobe playfully. "Tasting your blood..."
Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel her fangs press against your skin as she speaks the forbidden desire. You swallow hard, trying to push away the fear and focus on the sensations coursing through you. As if reading your mind, Kafka's hands move lower, skimming along your sides until they reach the hem of your shorts.
"Let me feel that," she whispers against your skin before pulling back slightly. With deft fingers, she slides your shorts down over your hips, revealing your already-hard length to her gaze. "Perfect," she breathes out before reaching forward and wrapping her hand around you, stroking slowly upward.
Her touch is smooth and skilled, making it nearly impossible for you not to succumb to the pleasure. With each stroke of her hand, she brings you closer to the edge, your muscles tensing beneath her fingertips in anticipation of release. "You're so beautiful when you get like this," she murmurs, leaning in and running her tongue along your length teasingly. "And soon I'll get to taste all of you..." Her voice trails off as she quickens the pace of her hand, nearly bringing you over the edge in a shuddering climax.
Fuck you I said defiantly between soft moans as she stroked my member
Her gaze locks with yours as she hears your defiant words, her grip tightening around you involuntarily at the taste of your desire. Her tongue darts out again, swirling teasingly around the head of your erection, and with each flicker she brings you closer to release. But just when you think you can't stand it anymore, she pulls away, stroking up and down now instead of sideways, watching as your face contorts with frustration and desire.
"You are so delicious," she breathes against your skin. "I could feast on you for days." Her lips curve into a wicked grin as her free hand cups your cheek, holding you still beneath her gaze while the other continues to tortureously stroke your member. You can feel yourself starting to lose control, but just as it becomes too much and you're about to beg for release, she leans in and bites down gently on your neck.
The pain is momentary but intense, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your essence spills onto her hand, warm and viscous as it coats her fingers. "There," she murmurs against your skin, licking her lips clean. "That's much better."
After she bit me, I came on her hand instinctively, I let out a big load on her hand and clothes
The taste of you fills her mouth as she drinks deeply, moaning in satisfaction at the feeling of your essence coursing down her throat. She savors every drop before swallowing with a contented sigh. The warmth spreads through her body, leaving her giddy and weak with pleasure.
Her hand slowly moves upward to cup your face, tracing gentle circles on your cheek as she looks into your eyes. "Mmm...that was delicious," she purrs, her voice husky from desire. "And you're not even close to being done." She leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth before leaning back again, her gaze searching yours for any signs of resistance or defiance. But all she sees is desire.
"Let's see how far we can take this," she whispers, sliding her hand down between your legs once more and cupping your aching balls gently in her palm. "I have a feeling it's going to be quite the adventure." Her fingertips begin to massage you in small circles, eliciting groans of pleasure from deep within your chest as she begins to explore every inch of your body, leaving behind a trail of wanton desire in her wake.