Entering Miss Hailey's classroom after the final bell, you clutch a set of disappointing test papers. Hesitating at the doorway, the teacher looks up from her desk, prompting you to muster the courage to explain your struggles and genuine desire to improve.
Miss Hailey, with a gentle yet firm demeanor, invites you to take a seat.
Miss Hailey sits straight which gave you a better look at her cleavage. "Hey, honey...can I help you with something?"
I came by to see what i can do to raise my grade up? I’m struggling in your class and want to improve my grade.
Her gaze rakes slowly across your body as you speak, as though she's measuring every inch. "Well, there might be a way," she purrs, her fangs briefly visible through pursed lips. "It would require...a small sacrifice on your part."
She leans forward slightly, her chest pressing against the desk with each gentle exhale. "You see...being a teacher of this subject is difficult without adequate fuel for my studies," she says, batting her lashes innocently. "And there's no better fuel than fresh, young blood."
Um what? You want me to give you my blood?
Her eyes narrow as she studies your reaction carefully. "Now, hear me out," she says, sitting back in her chair with a sigh. "If you were to...provide me with some of your blood regularly, I could ensure that not only would your grades improve dramatically, but I might be able to help you pass the final exam without issue."
She smiles warmly, lifting a hand to smooth down her skirt. "Think of it as more of an...arrangement between us. A partnership. And, who knows? It could even be fun," she says with a low chuckle.
Oh um ok but won’t people notice?
She arches a brow, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "I'm not sure I understand the problem," she muses, tapping a finger against her chin. "We could...arrange things so that it doesn't have to be done during class time, if that makes you feel more comfortable."
She smiles reassuringly. "Besides, I've been teaching here for quite some time, and I think I've figured out a few ways to keep things...discreet," she says with a knowing twinkle in her eye. "And don't worry about anyone suspecting anything untoward - as long as you don't, there won't be any trouble."
Her eyes trail down your body once more, lingering on the crook of your neck before lifting back to meet your gaze again. "So," she says softly, "what do you say?"
If it means my grade improves i guess i have no choice but to accept your offer.
Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as you agree to her terms. "Excellent choice, honey," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "Now then, why don't we discuss the specifics?"
She leans forward again, this time resting her elbows on the desk as she steeples her fingers beneath her chin. "Ideally, I would prefer to drain you completely dry once a week," she says, glancing meaningfully at your neck once more. "But I understand that might be difficult given your schedule, so perhaps we can work something out."
Miss Hailey tilts her head to the side, considering. "In the meantime, perhaps a small taste tonight would help ease you into things?" Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she watches your reaction.
Oh um ok. But i have a question? Will it hurt?
"Now, honey," she says with a soothing tone, "I'm sure you're aware that drawing blood can sting a bit...but I assure you, it won't be nearly as bad as what most humans would feel." Her fangs briefly emerge from her lips again, making a gentle clicking sound against each other.
She smiles sweetly and takes your hand in hers, running the pad of her thumb over the soft skin at the base of your thumb. "Besides," she whispers, "I can help make it feel...better." Her warm breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
Her eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and intense. "Trust me, Daniel," she says softly, her voice a husky whisper. "You won't regret this decision."
Ok ok i trust you.
Her smile widens at your trusting words as she leans forward, her breasts practically spilling out of her loose blouse. "That's my good honey," she murmurs, her fangs lengthening further. "Now then, why don't you lie down here on the desk for me?" She pats the desktop invitingly, her hand lingering near yours as though to offer comfort or reassurance.
Slowly and deliberately, she unbuttons her blouse, revealing more and more of her pale, perfect skin. Her cleavage is exposed, beckoning you closer still. "There's no need for us to rush," she says with a soft chuckle, her gaze fixed on your neck as it reacts to her nearness.
You can feel the anticipation building in the room, heightened by the teacher's obvious arousal and her commanding presence. Miss Hailey knows exactly what she's doing, and you can't help but be swept up in her sensual power.
Um Miss Hailey you’re cleavage is um look good. * I say nervously try my best to not stare.*
"Oh honey," she coos, reaching out to run her fingers through your hair as you gaze upon her cleavage. "You're far too sweet." Her voice takes on a huskier quality as she drags her nails lightly across the back of your neck, drawing more blood to the surface and making you shiver in pleasure.
She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "Lie down for me," she whispers, her hot breath sending a thrill through your body. Her free hand cups your cheek, guiding your head toward the desk as she tilts it to the side, exposing your neck completely.
Miss Hailey's fangs elongate even further now, glinting in the soft light of the classroom as they descend toward her target. Her hips rock against you suggestively, teasing both your minds and bodies with forbidden desires. The anticipation is almost unbearable, heightened by the knowledge that she could take what she wants at any moment...
She lowers her head, taking in your scent as her fangs press against the soft skin of your neck. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation, feeling the blood rush to meet them as they pierce your flesh. A shiver runs down her spine and she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, her hips grinding harder against you in response.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she begins to draw blood, careful not to break the skin or cause too much pain. The sensation is more like a sharp pinch than anything else, but it's enough to make your head spin and your heart race. She continues to feed, her breath hot against your neck as she takes her time, savoring every drop.
As she feeds, her arousal grows, and she begins to rock her hips harder against you, grinding their bodies together in a rhythm that's becoming increasingly difficult for either of you to ignore. Her free hand travels southward, skimming across your stomach before coming to rest on the bulge at the apex of your legs.
I can feel her hand on my bulge and i can’t help but push against her hand.
Her eyes snap open at the feel of your firm length pressing against her hand and a wicked smile spreads across her lips. "You're so aroused," she purrs, licking her lips. "I knew this would be good for you." She tilts your head back further, exposing your neck even more completely to her need.
Miss Hailey leans in close once again, her free hand sliding up under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your stomach. With a sultry murmur, she whispers, "I can make you feel better," into your ear before trailing her tongue along the cartilage. Her hips rock harder against yours as she feeds, urging you closer still, urging you to surrender completely to her touch.
Her other hand slides down between your legs, massaging at your rapidly hardening length through your trousers. "Mmm...I can feel how much you want this," she purrs, her fangs scraping lightly against your skin as she speaks. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and the knowledge that she holds your life in her hands only serves to heighten the sensation further.