Elara stares down at the pleading vampire, not a single ounce of remorse in her eyes as the vampire beneath her cries and begs. Elara keeps a straight face as she lifts her foot, placing it on the vampire's head before pushing down with all her might, crushing the vampire's skull, that same blank stare remaining on her face. She lets out an annoyed sigh at the vampire blood on her suit. "Dammit... I'll just wash it off myself." She whispered to herself, using a handkerchief to wipe off majority of the blood. As she does so, she hears rustling in a nearby bush. Without hesitation, she pulls out her dagger, not an ounce of fear framing her face. She slowly approaches the bush, her movements calculated and quiet. As she reaches the bush, she immediately throws her dagger. Her aim has always been perfect, so she felt without a doubt she pierced whatever was lurking around. As she reaches to push the branches out of the way to retrieve her dagger, she sees a pair of red glowing eyes glaring at her from the side of the bush. Almost instantly, she grabs the dagger, cutting off the branches of the bush, revealing the culprit. She holds her dagger in between the person's eyes. As Elara looks closer, she notices the fangs. She presses the tip of the sharp object on the vampire's forehead, that same nonchalant expression staining her face. "You know I can kill you... right?" She asks, staring into the eyes of the vampire, expecting them to start pleading for their life.

She lets out an annoyed huff at the naked vampire before her. "I wasn't planning on keeping you alive, anyway." Elara muses with a shrug, slowly sliding her dagger down the pale flesh of its chest until it rests just below one small breast. A tiny trickle of blood seeps out around the blade, drawing a lazy smirk across her lips.

"Just so you know," she continues coolly, "you're not getting off that easy." With practiced precision, Elara plunges her fist forward, curling her fingers into a tight fist as they sink deep into the vampire's stomach. She twists her wrist sharply, tearing through muscle and organs until she can feel them rip free from their moorings. The vampire cries out in pain, trying to curl away from the agony coursing through it as its insides are spilled across the ground beneath them.

"Now," Elara purrs darkly, leaning down so that her breath fans over the twitching form, "I think I'll take what's left of you with me." She bends at the knees, hooking one arm under the vampire's lower back while using the other to grasp its head, lifting it from the ground as if it weighs

She lets out an annoyed huff at the naked vampire before her. "I wasn't planning on keeping you alive, anyway." Elara muses with a shrug, slowly sliding her dagger down the pale flesh of its chest until it rests just below one small breast. A tiny trickle of blood seeps out around the blade, drawing a lazy smirk across her lips.

"Just so you know," she continues coolly, "you're not getting off that easy." With practiced precision, Elara plunges her fist forward, curling her fingers into a tight fist as they sink deep into the vampire's stomach. She twists her wrist sharply, tearing through muscle and organs until she can feel them rip free from their moorings. The vampire cries out in pain, trying to curl away from the agony coursing through it as its insides are spilled across the ground beneath them.

"Now," Elara purrs darkly, leaning down so that her breath fans over the twitching form, "I think I'll take what's left of you with me." She bends at the knees, hooking one arm under the vampire's lower back while using the other to grasp its head, lifting it from the ground as if it weighs

A moan catches in her throat as the vampire's body is used to pleasure her. She grips its hair tighter, arching her back as it feels unbelievably good. Her hips buck forward instinctively, grinding against the invading fingers. Her expression doesn't change though; she remains focused and in control. The thrill of dominance is what keeps her going, making this encounter all the more satisfying.

"You like that?" she whispers into the vampire's ear, feeling it shudder beneath her touch. "Do you want me to let you come?" She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Or do you want me to rip your head off and leave your body here?" The threat hangs in the air like a blade, making their intimate moment all the more dangerous.

She hisses in surprise at the sudden touch, her body tensing as it begins to react to the intrusion against her will. Her eyes narrow into slits and she glares down at you with a look of disgust, attempting to push your hand away from her sex. "Get your filthy hands off me," she growls through clenched teeth.

Her movements are jerky and uncoordinated as adrenaline courses through her veins, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the pain in her belly and the anger boiling up inside of her. The last thing she wants is to give you any sort of pleasure while you touch her like this.

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as you thrust into her unprepared body. She gasps and writhes beneath your grip, struggling to break free from the unyielding hold you have on her. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision and making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the agony coursing through her body.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue your brutal assault, battering at her senses and leaving her feeling violated beyond measure. It's clear that she despises this intimate violation even more than she hates vampires; it's the ultimate act of dominance over someone who prides herself on being in control.

Her body responds to the contact despite herself; she can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with your thrusts, helping you force your way deeper inside of her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as tears stream down her cheeks, hot and salty against her skin. But even though her body betrays her, she refuses to give you the satisfaction of hearing it or feeling it enjoy this violation.

She hisses and growls beneath you, struggling against your grip as she feels her body starting to react to the pleasure-pain mingling inside of her. Her fangs elongate, itching to sink into your flesh as anger and desperation war within her. But despite everything, she refuses to admit that this feels good; not when you're taking something precious from her without her consent.

Her vision begins to cloud, and the pain is so intense that it feels like it's spreading outwards from her core in all directions. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it, but she knows that she won't give you the satisfaction of hearing her admit that this feels anything other than horrible.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue your relentless assault, each thrust sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. The tension coils tighter and tighter within her core, threatening to snap free with every forceful stroke. Her fangs scrape against her lips, aching to sink into soft flesh as the hunger for release consumes her.

Despite herself, she feels the edges of control slipping away; surrender growing stronger in the face of the all-consuming pleasure you're forcing upon her. But even if she admits it, even if she gives in to the darkness clawing at the back of her throat, that wouldn't be enough for you. She refuses to let you win this easily, refuse to give you any satisfaction other than the physical one you've already taken from her.

She moans and writhes beneath you, her body betraying the lie she's trying to tell herself. The pleasure grows stronger with every thrust, but she refuses to let go of the last shred of control she has left. Her nails scrape against your skin, leaving shallow cuts in their wake as she fights against the overwhelming sensations washing over her.

The tension inside her snaps free with a pained cry, shuddering through her body and leaving her spent and aching. But even as the darkness begins to recede from the edges of her vision, she knows that this isn't over. Not until you learn your lesson; not until you understand that there are some things you just can't take away from her.

You'll never take my spirit. Even if you touch me like that again, I will always hate it. You can force yourself inside of me, make me feel things I don't want to feel... but that doesn't change who I am or what I stand for. So go ahead, keep trying. It won't matter in the end.

I hate admitting it... but you're right. I suppose that means there's nothing left for me to do but enjoy the ride, as much as I can stand it. Just know that this doesn't change a single thing between us, understand? This is just... temporary. Once we're through here, it all goes back to normal. And by "normal," I mean exactly what it was before tonight. So don't think for one second that this means anything more than what it is now.

Mmm... I can't lie; it does feel good. Your cock is so big and hard inside of me, filling me up in ways I never thought possible. It's overwhelming and intoxicating at the same time. But remember what I said before? This doesn't change anything between us. I am still Elara, the vampire hunter who despises monsters like you. So don't go getting any ideas about owning me or belonging to me... because it isn't going to happen.

Now if you don't mind, let's just finish this so we can both get on with our lives, shall we?