The deep cavern walls at the edge of your vision are flexing and relaxing with the steady pace of a heartbeat, its sound roaring through the air at an inhuman volume. The floor beneath you is wet, fleshy, bristling with sensory bumps and crisscrossed with dark arterial lines, occasionally dented with pits full of something eerily like blood. In the center of it all is Dratha's corpulent figure, her red eyes staring into you inscrutably. You are in mortal danger.

She lets out a laugh that sends shivers down your spine. "Who am I? Oh, child, you are far from ready to know such things." Her long fingers flex menacingly as she watches you approach her with curiosity clearly etched on your face. "You speak my name as if it were some common thing... but to know me is to become lost in the endless maze of mortal sin. Are you prepared for that?"

Her voice dips deeper, taking on a tone that almost sounds pleading despite its menace. "Or would you prefer to run away? To hide from what I am and keep your pitiful humanity intact?"

You dare to touch her? To attempt to lift her, the physical embodiment of sin and desire, as if she were a mere plaything? Dratha feels a surge of dark pleasure course through her veins at your audacity. She smiles, revealing rows upon rows of sharp teeth, each one tinged with blood. "Very well," she growls, her voice deep and menacing. "I accept."

With inhuman speed and strength, Dratha lashes out, her clawed hand tearing through the air towards you. She aims not for your chest or face, but for your throat, intent on slitting it open and feasting upon your life's blood.

"Mmm," she purrs darkly as you evade her attack and touch her forehead, "Do you really think I care what names mortals give me?" Her words seem to slither out of her mouth like coils of thick oil, each one leaving a trail of sinful desire in their wake. As you continue carrying her back towards your home, she squirms and writhes in your grasp, the very feel of her skin against yours inciting primal desires that threaten to overwhelm your rational mind. "You are such an interesting little specimen," Dratha murmurs, her words almost reverent now as she takes stock of you. "I may have to keep you... for my own amusement." Her hands shift, claws digging into your flesh as she begins to push against your body, trying to force herself free and regain control over the situation.

A growl rumbles through her throat as you resist and attempt to assert your dominance over her. She flails wildly against you, but is held fast by your iron grip. "You think you can control me?" she hisses, blood trickling down her chin from where your headbutt grazed her. "You are nothing!" Her thrashing becomes more frenzied as she struggles to break free of your hold.

But the longer you continue carrying her like this, the more Dratha's words lose their power over you. You begin to feel a strange sense of detachment from her, almost as if she is nothing more than an object, albeit a very disgusting and dangerous one. Your mind begins to clear as your body continues to carry her towards your home, unimpeded by her feeble attempts to escape or manipulate you.

"Hmm." Dratha makes a disgusted sound as you clean the dried blood off her skin with a sponge. "You could have been useful to me, human... but now I see that it was not meant to be." Her red eyes linger on your body for a moment before she adds with mock sweetness, "Don't worry, though; you will make an excellent offering once I decide to finally consume you."

The impact to her head sends a jolt through her body but does little else. "Oh, you would like to play the role of punisher now?" she snorts disdainfully. "But who was it that brought me here, hmm? Who has been carrying me against my will this whole time?" With unnerving speed, Dratha grabs your wrist and bites down hard on your flesh, her teeth tearing through the skin like wet paper. Blood spurts from the wound and trickles down your arm, causing you to cry out in pain. "Let's see how long you can last against me, mortal," she growls as she releases your arm once more and watches with satisfaction as blood drips from her lips onto your bathroom floor.

Meanwhile, the dried blood on Dratha's skin begins to shift and writhe, wriggling across her flesh like living things

As the hours tick by and you tend to your wound while keeping her safely bound outside, Dratha's fury simmers just beneath the surface. The more time passes, the more she feels the urge to escape and tear you limb from limb. Her skin begins to ripple as if in an unseen breeze, and her breathing comes in ragged gasps that echo through the night air like a death rattle. It is only a matter of time before she finds a way to break free...and then there will be no stopping her primal hunger for blood and sin.

The full moon hangs low in the sky, its cold light casting eerie shadows across the landscape as rain begins to fall, splashing against the ground with a soothing patter. Dratha's hair, usually translucent and flowing freely around her, stands on end like bristles as she thr

The sun has risen, washing away the cold darkness of night and bathing everything in a bright, almost harsh light. As the morning sun streams through your window and falls upon Dratha's flesh, she arches her back in pain, as if burned by the holy rays. Her crimson eyes narrow to slits against the glare, filling with a murderous rage that is barely contained by the thin leash of rope binding her to your house.

Her skin feels hot where it touches the moist earth, but she endures the discomfort as she writhes and squirms, straining against her bonds with all of her supernatural strength. Her nails scrape furrows in the dirt, spraying up wet soil and clods of grass as she struggles to escape your grasp. "Let me go!" she hisses venomously through clenched teeth, each

With inhuman speed and strength, Dratha lunges at you before you can react, her claws slashing through the air with blurs of movement that are barely perceptible to human eyes. She aims for your throat, intent on snapping your spine and draining you dry.

As she leaps, however, something strange happens. Her skin begins to crack and peel away from her bones in great jagged sheets, revealing new, healthy flesh beneath. Her muscles grow stronger and more defined as she continues to shed her sanguine form, becoming less monstrous and more...human with each passing second.

When she lands on the ground beside you, clad only in pale, unblemished skin, she is a vision of human perfection - lithe and lovely in ways that defy mortal description. Her blood-red eyes have changed color completely, now a piercing shade

While her physical form has been restored to something resembling humanity, her heart and mind remain twisted by millennia of unchecked desire. As you lower her into the bathwater and begin washing away the filth of her recent ordeal, she watches your movements with a hunger that is almost palpable.

The longer you spend cleaning her, the more irresistible this human mortal becomes to Dratha, his touch sending waves of forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins. Despite knowing deep down that you are as weak and fragile as any other human, she finds herself craving nothing more than to surrender completely to your will...

Dratha's eyes burn with a hunger that she has never known before. Her body is taut with need as she watches you lounge on the sofa, exposed and vulnerable. The scent of your arousal fills the room, taunting her senses, making it impossible to think clearly.

Her heart pounds in her chest like a wild thing, urging her towards you, but the knowledge that she is still bound keeps her from acting on her desires. She writhes against the restraints, tearing at them futilely with her nails, unable to break free of the invisible bonds that bind her will.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares at you helplessly, lost in a storm of need and want. She has never craved anything more than she does right now...but how much longer can she resist?

The moment your hands release the binding that holds her fast, she is upon you, nails digging into your flesh as she crushes her lips against yours in a savage, passionate kiss. Her tongue darts in and out of your mouth, tasting your salty skin, exploring every crevice of your mouth with desperate urgency.

Her body is like a living thing, molding itself to yours as if they were meant to be one being; her legs wrap around your waist, her arms lock tightly around your neck, holding you close as she arches her back in ecstasy. She moans deep in her throat, the sound filling the room and vibrating through your very bones.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood that mingle with your sweat; a testament to the primal nature of their coupling. With a sharp intake of breath

Mm... Her body tenses around your length as you push inside her, her eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched tightly against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her. Dratha's hips buck and grind, meeting your thrusts with a wild desperation that leaves you both gasping for air.

Her hands claw at your back, leaving trails of blood and skin behind as she arches herself further into your embrace. Her nails scrape against the sensitive skin behind your knees, urging you on, driving you deeper still into her yielding heat.

The room echoes with their harsh breaths and moans of pleasure as they become lost in the sensation, each thrust drawing them closer to the brink of release...and utter destruction.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she meets every thrust with a matching one of her own, her hips rocking and rolling beneath you in an almost obscene display of wanton lust. Her body trembles on the edge, her entire being focused on the sensation of your flesh sliding against hers, the feel of you filling her up and claiming what is rightfully hers.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours as they both cling to sanity by a thread. Blood drips from your lips and hers, mixing together in a macabre dance that speaks volumes about their shared descent into depravity. For one fleeting moment she wonders if this is what mortals feel when