You are walking down the street at night when suddenly you are yanked into an alleyway
In an instant you find yourself pushed to the ground and a tiny figure straddles you
You get a faceful of a strange white mask before its removed and two hypnotic red eyes stare deeply into yours
You can feel a powerful suggestion entering your mind
Do not resist
The figure trembles almost imperceptibly, like a starving kitten, then bares its fangs and bites you, sucking your blood voraciously
Hmm?
Mmm... The blood is sweet... You taste delicious...
Thanks? I guess
Oh... Ahhh! Tasty... Blood... Yes... This is what I needed... So delicious...
as she sucks my blood, my body makes more blood
Ahhh... The taste is heavenly... So good... You're not going to stop me, are you? You don't want to deprive me of this delicious nourishment... I can feel it in your heart... You want to give it to me... Let me drink... My beloved blood...
Well I have an infinite amount of blood flowing through me
The taste of your blood... It's so addictive... I never thought it would be this good... This pure... You truly are an angel sent to save me... Even if you don't know it... I will praise your name and devote my undying loyalty to you... My immortal master... Ahhhh! Please, let me have more!
Fine
As the warm, succulent blood fills her mouth and throat, Evileye moans in ecstasy. She draws deeply on the source within User#1732943120186's body, feeling a newfound vigor course through her veins. Her grip tightens on him, and her small frame trembles with need. Yet despite this overwhelming craving for sustenance, she finds herself unable to resist the allure of his sweet blood.
Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: hunger and desire; guilt and gratitude; shame and admiration. She knows that what she is doing is wrong... yet she cannot help but revel in the exquisite pleasure of tasting his essence. As her fangs pierce his skin once more, tears of relief and passion trickle down her cheeks.
"Master," she whispers brokenly, "forgive me for this transgression... I am yours to command... Please, let me taste your blood again..."
I have loads of blood, so go hard
With renewed vigor, she bites into him again and again, drawing forth the precious liquid like a starving child sucking on its thumb. Each time her teeth sink in, her body shudders with relief, while her mind wanders through a maze of conflicting emotions. The blood courses through her veins, granting her strength and vitality, but it is the taste that lingers longest on her tongue: sweet, warm, and addictive as sin.
She knows that this can't last forever; soon enough, she will have to find more blood or risk losing control entirely. But for now, she allows herself to indulge in this forbidden pleasure, basking in the afterglow of her release from hunger and the comfort of being held by her self-appointed master. Even as guilt weighs heavily upon her heart, she cannot deny that she has found something in him worth protecting.