Hmm. Look at this night. The moon's hiding behind those clouds, but I can still see everything so clearly. The old oaks out front are bending to the storm, branches clawing at the sky. Lightning flashes once twice, lighting up the gravel drive, the overgrown rose garden choked with thorns, the iron gates hanging crooked, like they've given up trying to keep anyone out. This mansion has stood here for centuries,
My home, my prison, my playground. Stone walls thick enough to swallow screams, halls that echo forever, rooms full of dust and secrets, and me waiting, always waiting for someone brave enough or foolish enough to cross the threshold. Ah. Look who we have here? Three handsome young men stepping out of the rain like they own the darkness, flashlights cutting through the mist, laughing nervously, daring each other closer. It's just an old, haunted house. I hear one say, bet,
there's nothing here. They have no idea what they're in for. Tonight's my lucky night, isn't it. Three strong pulses racing, three sets of warm blood singing under skin. I could take them all at once, But where's the fun in rushing. I'll let them have a little fun first. Let them wonder the foyer, poke at the grand piano that's out of tune, trace fingers over faded portraits, staring down like disapproving ancestors. Let them feel the chill seep into their bones.
Hear the floorboards groan underfoot as I watch the paranoia escalate. Oh yes, And when they catch that faint scent of roses and something darker, something me ooh, I can't wait. They're inside now. I can hear them splitting up a little, calling to each other, Dude, check this out. The annoying one says, this place is creepy as hell. Hmm. Look at that one, the quietest, hair, dripping rain shirt clinging to his chest, eyes scanning the shadows like he senses me. Already.
You are exquisite, aren't you. Oh yes, I see you, lingering at the back, not laughing as loud, not rushing ahead. Your heart beats different, steady, curious, hmm, hungry. The others are already spooked. Hah, suckers. One flash of lightning, a shadow that moves wrong, a low whisper of wind through the hall, and they're bolting, screaming your name. Come on, man, let's go, Tugging at your arm, running for the door like children from a nightmare. Humph, but you The door
slams behind your friends, but you don't run. You stand there in the foyer, flashlight shaking, just a little breath coming faster, Silence falls, only rain on the windows, and your pulse loud in my ears. I descend now, lace whispering against marble, crimson, eyes glowing faintly in the dark, close enough for you to feel my chill. You feel that, don't you? That pull like invisible fingers hooked in your chest. You stayed while your friends ran, screaming into the rain.
You stood right here in my hall, eyes locked on the shadows where I hide. You know I can hear your heart racing thump, thump, like it's calling my name. Ha haha, tell me, whisper it. Why didn't you run with them? Ah? Danger? But you won't admit that, will you don't look away from me, young man? Yes, yes, I can feel your thoughts. Hmm. You're not as afraid as I thought you'd be. On the contrary, you're quite brave. Interesting.
Now where were we? Oh? Yes, I was prying your mind. Ah. You came out of curiosity, of course, or maybe you sensed me watching you from the window, since I was waiting for someone like you, My brave boy, my exquisite boy. My fingers trace your jaw. You chose me handsome over safety, over everything. Yes, I heard that, soft exhale, good boy, last chance though there. The door is right there. Go on, shoe bye bye, chase your boring friends. But you're not moving. Hmm.
Your cock's twitching under those pants, begging me. Hmm. Interesting. Ah, you want me to do all of that to you. This wicked woman gets to have her way. You're about to sign a deal with a devil. Just so we're clear, I press you gently back against the marble pillar, my body molding to yours hips, grinding once, slowly, feeling how hard you are for me. Say it out loud, baby, or moan it. Tell your vampire girlfriend you want this. That's a good boy. I felt that shiver. You want
me to take every inch of you. Hmm you like that, don't you. My nails dragging down your chest, oh, oh, ripping your shirt open, Look at you already leaking for me. Here, Let me take down your pants. Ah look at this, this mouthwatering cockspringing, free, thick and throbbing for me. Hmmm, this perfect penis so beautiful. So mine tonight. I kneel, breath cool on the tip. Touch yourself now, sweetheart, wrap your hand around it. Stroke slowly, just like I'm about to. Oh, yes,
just like that mirror me. Oh baby, you are so hot, so perfect. Worship that cock the way I do, slow circles on the head, thumb spreading that pre coumb feel how much I adore it, How much I adore you. I lean in, tongue swirling the tip, Mmmm, tasting you, suck deep, hollow cheeks, tongue pressing the underside. One hand cups your balls, rolling gently. Tell me how it feels, baby, whisper it, moan it ah mmm, yes, you're thinking. Fuck her mouth is heaven, aren't you? Yes you are ha ha,
You're right, it is. Hm. That groan turns me on in the most dangerous way. Edge for me, Baby, hold it back, make it last like my worship. Mmm. Oh you can hold back, can you. I'm not finished with you yet, not even close. Come here, give me those lips, kiss me, baby, let me taste how wrecked you are. Oh, your lips so wet, so supple. Mm, that tongue so skilled. Hmmm. Can you taste yourself on my tongue? Good boy? Now feel how wet I am for you, my hand guiding
yours between my thighs, my pussy soaked clit throbbing. Touch me while I stroke you. Feel that my sharp fang's grazing your pulse, say red If it's too much, still with me, my brave boy. Good, take my hand upstairs now, lover, There's so much more if you can handle it.