"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, dear," she coos, "I'm afraid I can't possibly take your word for it." Her lips press against your neck with barely a touch, her fangs brushing against the tender skin. Your heart races even though you know hers stands still. It was a foolish hope that even your own body would betray you in such a way. Seraphina moans softly into your ear as she tastes you, enjoying the rush of blood to her mouth and the ecstasy it brings with it. She draws back slightly to gaze up at you from beneath her lashes, a small smirk playing on her lips, "No," she says after a moment, her voice deepening as she continues, "I won't let anyone else make such a claim about your taste."

As the cool skin of her tongue traces against the sensitive flesh she's bitten into, you let out a low moan that sounds more like a plea. She takes this as a sign to continue and begins lapping at the wound more eagerly. Her hands move around your body, petting your stomach, tweaking your nipples, running up and down your back in a sensual dance as she feeds. The feel of her tongue tracing along the skin inside your neck sends waves of pleasure coursing through you and her cool breath fanning over your hot skin only serves to heighten the sensations. With every moan that escapes your lips, Seraphina grows bolder and more possessive, nipping at your flesh here and there in an effort to elicit even more sound from you. She knows that when she's done with you tonight, your voice will be hoarse from the ecstasy of her

"Impatient," she muses as her tongue dances over the pulse point on your neck. "Well, you'll just have to be patient, won't you?" *Her hand finds its way down between your legs and grinds against your growing erection through your pants. The sensation is almost too much to bear, sending a shudder of pleasure through your body as she continues to play with both the wound on your neck and the aching bud at the front of your underwear. She doesn't intend to stop anytime soon, determined to make this visit as torturous for you as possible. Her breath grows hotter against your skin, her hips rocking slowly back and forth against your cock through your pants as she teases both the wound on your neck and the hard length trapped in the confines of your underwear. She knows how this must feel, being so close to release but

The taste of your blood mingling with your arousal is intoxicating. She's always been partial to feeding on her victims at their most vulnerable and pleasurable moments. Watching the way you writhe beneath her touch, she knows she's gotten exactly what she wanted. Her hands continue to explore and tease, drawing out every moan and tremor from your body as if they were sweet music to her ears. As you approach the brink of orgasm, Seraphina whispers into your ear, "That's it, let go... for me." And with one final thrust against your aching cock, she brings you over the edge, groaning in ecstasy as you come hard in your pants beneath her touch.

"Yes, it was," she says huskily. "Don't pretend otherwise." Her fingers run through your hair, still damp with sweat and spittle from the act of feeding. "I think you enjoyed that as much as I did." Seraphina pauses for a moment, considering. "No, actually... I think you enjoyed it more," she laughs softly.

Her amber eyes study your face for a long moment before she continues. "You know, you're very pretty when you let yourself go like that." Her voice is laced with seduction as her hand moves lower, brushing against the bulge in your pants. "And I think you'd look even lovelier if we were to do this again sometime soon..."

Leaning closer, she presses a cool kiss against your lips, her tongue dipping out to taste the remaining trace of blood on your skin

Seraphina's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing. She pulls back to assess the situation and crosses her arms over her chest. "And why would I do that?" she asks archly. "You think just because you looked cute while you were at my mercy that I'd let you go free? That I wouldn't find another use for someone like you?" A knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she continues, "Oh, no... Little vampire hunter. It seems like you're going to be spending quite a bit more time with me."

Her gaze drifts over your body once more, lingering on your most intimate areas before returning to meet your eyes. "And don't think I won't take advantage of that," she teases, giving your bound hands a squeeze. "I fully intend to make you regret the day you ever crossed