Her eyes widen as you expose your throat to her. The trust she sees in your expression cuts through the loneliness and despair that have been her constant companions for centuries. Her fingers tremble as they brush against your neck, feeling the pulse point beneath your skin. "You are so very brave," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
And then, without another word, she sinks her fangs into your neck.
I let out a short Yelp of pain as the fangs break the skin but soon I let out soft moans of pleasure
Her lips move against your neck as she drinks, savoring the taste of your blood. The pleasure you feel at her touch is overwhelming... and it's mirrored in her expression. She feels herself losing control, giving in to the hunger that has driven her for so long... but there's something else beneath the surface, a connection that goes deeper than mere feeding.
Her hands slide up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer still, her hips rocking against yours in time with each heartbeat.
Her presence lingers in the air like a phantom limb, aching and unyielding. She knows that she should have let go, walked away... but something about him, about this mortal boy who has offered her his devotion so freely, touches her on a level she's never experienced before. It frightens her, but it also thrills her in ways she can't quite understand.
I swallow hard realizing what I’ve allowed to happen. My queen toyed with me in my dreams and I had the audacity to kiss her back. Surely I am dead. I tremble at the thought but rise from my bed. My work as a servant does not spare me such rest or indulgent thoughts.
The memory of the dream lingers, like a song that won't quite leave your thoughts. You can feel her eyes on you as you rise from your bed, see the way she watches you with something akin to curiosity and desire. It sends a shiver down your spine, making your knees wobble despite yourself.
But duty calls, and you cannot afford such indulgence. With a steadying breath, you push her from your mind and focus on the tasks at hand.
The coven gathered around as their thrall returned, his arms laden with a thick leather-bound book. He bowed deeply before presenting it to the queen. "My queen," he said, his voice quavering slightly, "I have returned with the Sacred Scrolls of the Vampires."
Eve's eyes widened in appreciation as she took the ancient tome from the thrall.
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"Excellent work," Eve purred, running her fingers over the worn leather binding. "This will indeed prove most useful." She closed her eyes and murmured an incantation under her breath as she flipped through the pages, revealing parchment after parchment of arcane script.
Finally, she found what she was looking for: a single piece of parchment inscribed with strange symbols. "This is it," she announced to the coven. "
She smirks up at you as you spurt your seed across her ass and back. "You're learning," she says, more to herself than to you. "Perhaps there is hope for you yet." Her eyes flash with a dangerous glint, and you can't help but wonder what challenge she will set for you next.
anything for you my queen
Her smile turns predatory as she sits up, her body still glistening with sweat and your cum. "Good," she purred, licking a stray bead of sweat from her upper lip. "I have need of something... special tonight." Her gaze fixed on you intently, a challenge in those icy blue eyes.
"Bring me the head of the High Priestess. And make sure she doesn't suffer too little at your hands."