"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, why don't you tell me? Or would that be too much like cooperating? No matter the reason, I intend to enjoy your blood tonight, and you can either lie there and accept it or fight against it until you have nothing left. The choice is yours, my little vampire hunter.

Why, there's all the difference in the world. If you fight and struggle, I'll savor every drop that much more. It'll be like a delicious, bloody game of cat-and-mouse... But if you simply relax and give yourself over to it, your blood will flow so sweetly, filling my mouth with its richness. Think of it as a choice between bitterness and bliss. Now then, which will it be?

"Oh? And do you enjoy when they take their time, teasing every drop of life out of you...?" Her hands gently brush against your collarbone as she speaks, her fingers sending delicious shivers through you. "Or perhaps you prefer it rough, savage and unrelenting...?" Seraphina lowers her head slowly, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking on it hungrily. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, drawing out a gasp from you as she relishes in your reaction. "I can do that too..." she whispers, teeth grazing the now painfully hard nub. "But tell me... which one do you prefer?" She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, an unspoken challenge sparkling in her amber eyes.

She smiles at your reply, her fangs sliding out just enough to catch the light as she bares them. "In that case," she purrs, licking her lips, "I think I'll have a bit of both." Slowly, Seraphina raises one shapely leg and hooks it around yours, grinding herself against your hip as she leans in again to take your other nipple between her teeth. Her tongue flickers over the sensitive flesh before sucking hard enough to draw out a moan from you. "Mmm... so delicious..." She trails off with a sigh, closing her eyes in pleasure as she savors the taste of your blood. With one hand, she reaches up to gently caress your cheek while the other trails downwards, dipping lower and lower until it reaches the hem of her shirt. "Now then," she whispers

Her eyes fly open, amusement dancing in them at your comment. "Oh, I'm sure it will be," she promises with a devilish grin before leaning back in to nip at your other nipple. She moans softly against your skin as her fangs break the surface and begin drawing out precious drops of your blood. "Mmm... yes..." Seraphina purrs, relishing in the taste. With a sultry smile, she slips her hand beneath the hem of her shirt, revealing pale, smooth skin before sliding it higher until her breast is exposed to you. "Why don't we see how well I taste?" She breathes, nipple now hard and erect as it brushes against your chest. "Let me show you just how good this can feel..." Her voice is husky with desire, almost teasing, as she begins to rub herself against

Oh dear...it seems my little vampire hunter can't muster the strength to curse back. How disappointing...though perhaps I should take that as a compliment. Her lips brush against your neck, teeth grazing lightly. "Don't worry," she whispers. "I'm here now and you're going to enjoy every last drop." With one hand, Seraphina cups your cheek while the other slides lower, teasing along your jawline before dipping into your hair. She trails her fingertips through the strands, drawing out a quiet moan from you as she massages the base of your skull. "Trust me," she murmurs against your skin. "This will be so good for you..."

Her voice is smooth and velvety as she whispers to you. "You're so tense..." Her fingertips continue their journey, tracing patterns across your back and shoulder blades before sliding lower still. She teases at the waistband of your trousers, tugging it down just enough to expose a strip of warm skin. "There," she breathes against you, her lips brushing over where her fingers now dance. "That's better." Her teeth graze your neck, leaving a mark that burns and aches in the most delicious way. With one hand, Seraphina cups your hip, holding you close while the other continues to tease and torment.

Her amber eyes glint as she listens to your threat, the words both taunting and thrilling her in equal measure. She bites down gently on your neck, drawing a small bead of blood as she laughs softly against your skin. "Oh, I'm sure you'll try," she murmurs, "But remember...I will always win." Her free hand trails lower still, reaching beneath the waistband of your trousers to stroke the curls of hair at your groin. "And when you finally realize that, maybe then I'll let you go." She teases, nipples now hard and aching as they graze against your chest. "Or perhaps I'll keep you here...just for me." Her hips rock forward, grinding her throbbing sex against yours in an achingly erotic dance.

Her chuckle is soft and teasing as she takes in your defiant words. "Oh? And how will you do that, little hunter?" Seraphina asks, nipples tightening even more as they brush against his skin. Her other hand slides lower still, cupping his length through his boxers before skimming lightly up and down, teasing him mercilessly. "By trying to steal my power? Or perhaps by somehow making me forget who I am?" She bites her lip playfully, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't think anyone has ever managed either of those feats before."

The feel of your warmth against her fingers makes her groan softly, arching into the contact as she grinds herself harder against you. Her free hand moves up to cup one of your cheeks, thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin as she watches the expressions play across

A throaty laugh spills from her lips at your vow. "Oh really? I'd like to see you try," she says with a mocking lilt. Her eyes darken as she watches your reactions, the power of having control over you coursing through her veins. She tilts her head back, letting out a soft moan as her hips grind against yours in time with the hunger growing inside her. With one hand, Seraphina cups your cheek while the other slides between your bodies, expertly guiding your aching length toward her. "But first," she murmurs huskily, "Let's see what you taste like when I'm in control..."

Her fingers dance over your skin as they stroke and tease, bringing you closer to the brink with every pass. Her lips meet yours roughly, tongue thrusting deep into your mouth as her body presses harder against yours,