She was not out for long. Unconscious was hardly even the word for the spell induced slumber that lingered about her body and made her fall limp like a doll in his arms. When she awoke, it was as though from a dream of endless summer and warm comfort. As the light dimmed however, she felt dread quickly return to her, the sickening feeling of realizing a nightmare, as she took in the darkness all around her. There was a light, dimly illuminating the room, though the light did not flicker like a flame. It was unnaturally constant, making the room even more menacing than if there had been no light at all.
She found herself rather painfully bound. Her hands were tied tight together, hoisted above her head to the ceiling, stretching her arms out. A little higher and she would have found herself dangling off of the rope, but it was long enough that her feet were firmly planted on the ground. She gave a frantic tug with her wrists, twisted her body side to side, in a futile effort to free herself. The rope gave some leeway, but not much. It was almost more disheartening than if she had not been able to move at all, the glimmer of hope caused by the limited freedom of movement only dashed by the fact that no matter how she turned and pulled, she could not take more than a single step in any direction.
She was also gagged. There was a large round ball in her mouth that stretched her lips uncomfortably around, her teeth unable to clench. She tried to make a sound, a protest, anything, but the noise came out muffled around the gag, tied tightly around the back of her head. Her heart was racing now, feeling horribly helpless and vulnerable, unable to move, unable to speak, even to make a plea or a cry for help.
When a hand from behind was placed delicately upon her waist, she flinched violently, pain shooting through her wrists at the sudden attempt at pulling away. The gag muffled the sounds of her frightened scream. Her whole body was tense as she began to shake her head and try to beg him not to come near her. She heard a chuckle in her ear, felt his presence horribly close to her body, and continued trying to move away. His hand snaked around her belly and pulled her backwards, in towards his body, and his voice was low and silken as he whispered soothingly to her.
"Hush.... do you know, many of my kind like to subdue their prey with spells and incantations." His hand moved slowly across her front, lingering on her breasts, the other curling around to paw at her thigh. The fabric of her dress bunched underneath his fingers as she squirmed in his grasp, her heart beating so loud she could hear it thumping in her ears. Whimpers of terror poured from her gagged lips.
His lips were close to her ear now, a playful nibble along the lobe causing her to shudder violently. "Lulling them, as you have just experienced, though it is not in effect now. Under these spells pain turns to pleasure..." His hand cupping her breast moved to slip underneath the fabric of her dress, his fingers finding the hard nub of her nipple and giving it a firm pinch that made her whole body arch suddenly in his arms. "...fear to euphoria."
His second hand slid between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She felt her breath begin to come in ragged gasps as skillful fingers moved to the bottom of the hem of her dress, hiking it up and running up the inside of her thigh with care and attention. A feeling of need, not want or desire, but an urgent kind of need began to well up within her. Desperate and powerful. But his touch never neared the one place she ached for relief, never ventured any nearer to her core.
"Well. Perhaps I am a bit old fashioned, but I prefer the ropes to the spells. Your blood is quite sweet.... but you simply have no idea what fear does to the taste." His lips were moving down her neck now, and she strained to block him from it, moving her chin towards him. The hand that had so agonizingly tormented her breast left to curl its fingers in her hair, painfully yanking her head to the side to bare her neck to him in full. His voice when he spoke again was not angry, only sadistically playful, like a cat amusing itself with a mouse before moving in for the kill.
"And the pain... that's just for fun." Nails dug into her leg, and she gasped again, feeling her whole being on fire and begging for some form of release. She felt her blood pump through her veins as though it was alive, and it was responding to his touch, even as he hurt her. Her struggles began to lessen as she felt herself give in to the sensations filling her senses. His teeth grazed her skin, ever so slowly, and she whimpered in response, her face flush with heat.
Then, his fingers found that mound in between her legs, and she gasped for breath as she felt them circle her clit, agonizingly slowly, a whine pouring forth from her throat. Her hips helplessly quivering in his grasp. "Besides..." He chuckled as he watched her, before his fingers left her again, bereft and throbbing with heat. "I have other ways of making you enjoy what I will do to you."
Then she felt his teeth along her skin again and her heart sank, a strange mixture of fear and desperation coursing through her. "Now... I strongly advise you to stay still for this. It is not my intention to rip your throat out, but if you try to pull away, well... accidents can happen."
The same terror that had before caused her to thrash and struggle was now working to keep her as still as a statue. All that ran through her was the constant beat of her heart, the sound of her ragged breathing, and the feel of his body pressed close to hers. It overwhelmed her and made her shake with fear.
"I wont promise you it wont hurt, little dove.." He continued, his voice still strangely alluring. She felt she could trust his words, though everything in her was terrified of them in the same breath. "...because, it will. But I will promise you that you will grow to love the pain... perhaps not yet, but in time. You will crave it."
She stayed very still, frozen now with fear as she felt his breath hot upon her skin, before quite suddenly she felt his fangs sink into her neck. It happened in such a flash that at first she didn't quite know what was happening.
Then she screamed.
She wailed, the gag absorbing the sound of her cries as pain tore through her. Everything in her wanted to pull away, to fight to loosen his grasp, but her body would not respond to her desires, instead staying deathly still for fear of tearing the flesh around his teeth. Her throat burned from screaming, the only action possible. She could feel herself weakening, the stiffness in her limbs giving way to exhaustion as she relaxed, held up by the ropes and by his arms, holding her steady. As he pulled away, slowly, almost reluctantly, her knees gave way and she slumped against the ropes, her head hanging as she panted, trying to draw in breath after breath. Drool pooled at the corners of her mouth. She felt utterly spent.
There was a chill in the air behind her as he left her hanging for a brief moment, moving around to face her. The gag was gently unclasped in the back, and she felt the ball leave her mouth, a trail of saliva following it as she tilted her head to look up at him. If she had found him strangely alluring before, he was so much more now. He seemed to shine with a vibrancy that he had previously lacked, his skin taking on a rosy glow where it had been pale as death before. His eyes were alight, as though they were on fire, and his breathing was deep and full. He seemed filled with a kind of excitement and energy, and it made her ache with need. Her legs pressed together and she moaned aloud, her voice now unobstructed by the gag. She felt an all consuming, frantic lust between her legs, an ache that needed soothing, even as her body rang with the aftershocks of pain.
It was torment, but it was delicious, and she wanted more. Unshed tears shone in her eyes as she gazed up at him. He licked his lips clean of blood with a smug and satisfied smirk. He bent down so his eyes were level with hers, gripping her by the chin as he studied her face, hazy with desire. "Tell me girl, are you a virgin?"
She bit her lip as she watched him, suddenly feeling very small and bashful in the presence of this being, this man that somehow knew how to unlock the most vulnerable parts of her. She blushed and looked away, shaking her head slowly. For some reason, she did not want to admit her lack of experience to him.
"No I... once..?" She heard him laugh then, deep and inviting, though equal parts sinister and unnerving. He shook his head and leaned in closer to her, so she could feel and smell his breath on her face.
"First rule of you life here... never lie to me." He turned her head so his nose was inches from her hair, and closing his eyes he inhaled deeply. "I can smell it on you... taste it in you... As much as I want to have you, all of you, right this second, it would be a shame to ruin that innocence so soon..." He turned her to look at him again, a smirk that bared his fangs making her blood run cold.
"A little self control... we are not pressed for time, after all." He straightened, towering over her as he loosed the ties that bound her wrists, and she fell into his waiting arms which caught her gently, lowering her to her knees before him. She had no choice but to lean against him for support, her head swimming and dizzy from the loss of blood. Her face came to rest on his thigh, and his hand firmly guided her to where she noticed with growing fascination his erection straining against his pants. "Now... you are going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say." She could smell him, the hardness of his cock pressed against the side of her face, and her blood raced within her, her body anxiously declaring its need.
His hands moved to unbuckle himself, and she watched his fingers dance hypnotically before her eyes before his cock was released. Her eyes widened as she took it in, gazing at the head and down the shaft. Hesitantly she pulled away, her face flushing red as she contemplated what he was about to do to her next, but his hand caught her behind her neck and held her in place. She had never seen a man's erection before, so proudly displayed and so near for her to look upon, and her lips trembled at the sight.
"I know you are inexperienced... but I will tell you what to do. Your only job is to follow instructions. Open your mouth." As she listened she felt her breath hitch and her chest tighten nervously. She had wondered about sexual intimacy of course, had had her moments of curiosity about what it would be like, but now, in such circumstances, with a creature who had fed on her very life.. she swallowed, nervously casting her eyes about the room. She felt a stirring within her, a desire to know more, to feel more and experience more, but it was tempered with fear and confused by pain. The moments passed in silence before he tapped her cheek gently, his voice a low growl of impatience.
"Never make me repeat myself, girl."
She opened her mouth, lips parting hesitantly, her wide eyes looking up at him imploringly, before she felt him enter. Slowly at first, she felt the head on her tongue, the hardness of him moving to the back of her mouth, but stopping just short of hitting her gag reflex. It felt firm and powerful, and the smell and taste of it overwhelmed her.
"Close your lips around it, there's a good girl." She obeyed, letting her lips wrap around the shaft, the taste of salt engulfing her senses. He moved slightly, thrusting it into her, and she felt her stomach clench as she gagged and tried to pull back. His hands held her firm, and he stroked her cheek with his fingers, gentle and patient. "Relax, breath through your nose, and try not to focus on your gag reflex. Focus on breathing." The panic she felt subsided, and as he pushed back in again she realized that his instructions made it easier to take.
"Now suck."
She closed her eyes and let herself relax into the task, sucking on him and exploring him with her tongue. The feel of his cock in her mouth ignited something within her and she whined around it, a breathless sound of desire as she began to move back and forth on his length. If she looked up at him she was rewarded by a satisfied smile and a gentle caress of his fingers.
"You are doing very well, girl. I'll turn you into a natural little cocksucker yet." As she continued she felt that spot between her legs ache and throb, and she pressed her legs together to try to relieve the insistent feeling of need, but his boot very firmly planted itself between them and forced them open again.
"You have much to learn, little cocksucker, but learn this now. It is within my power to give you pain, and it is also within my power to give you pleasure. You may beg me for anything you like, but you will not have anything without my say so. Keep those lovely little legs of yours spread for me, and focus on your task."
She groaned in frustration and continued, her head pressed tight to his groin by his strong hands. Focused on the feel of his length as she moved her head on the shaft and tried to work her tongue against the underside as she went. After some time he seemed to tire of her attempts to pleasure him, gripping her hair and beginning to thrust into her.
"Eventually you will be able to please me with your own skill... But for now, stay still while I fuck your face." She felt a combination of excitement and disappointment thrill through her. That she hadn't been good enough yet made her face redden with shame, though she didn't know why she should care... but his treatment of her, the feeling of his cock ramming down her throat, deeper than she had been able to take him on her own, made her giddy and only worsened the ache between her legs.
She felt herself gag more than once, closing her eyes and focusing on breathing like he had told her, but his thrusts were unrelenting. His boot still rested on her thigh, painfully bruising the flesh of her leg, but it all served to excite her, made her whole body feel as though it were tingling and on fire. She felt hot and when he tightened his grip on her hair, she moaned openly around his cock.
"Now... I am going to cum, and you are going to swallow..." He whispered to her, his voice now thick with lust, breathless and intent. "Drink of me, little cocksucker." His cock thrust deep down her throat once more, and she desperately fought off the gag reflex as she felt his seed fill her mouth. It was hot, and the taste was bitter enough to make her want to pull back, but he did not pull out until her throat had closed around him, swallowing what she could, the rest pouring from the corners of her mouth.
When he pulled out she gasped in a breath, coughing and sputtering on the floor. She moved to wipe his cum away from her lips with the back of her hand, her world spinning around her. He waited until she had collected herself, before addressing her again.
"Good girl... since that was your first time, I will forgive the spilling of my seed. You will try harder next time, and the time after that, and it will become easier each time. You did very well." As she drew in breath after shaky breath she gazed up at him, wondering what would happen next. Her legs trembled and she gave out a small whimper, unsure of what to do.
She knew what she wanted. But she didn't want to want it... and she certainly didn't want to ask for it. He looked down on her with an air of perfect restraint, tucking his softening cock away before bending down to grasp her by the arm and pull her to her feet. Before she knew it she was swept up in his arms, one hand on her shoulder and the other wrapped around her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly up off the floor. Instinctively she grasped at his clothes, drawing herself close to his chest, the room spinning around her from the sudden motion. She felt terribly dizzy, and terribly small.
"I will not fuck you yet..." He began, as though he knew her thoughts, knew how badly her body was aching for him to touch her. "...I will not touch you or let you cum until you are begging for it. " His lips close to her ear, murmuring softly. "Until you are half mad with needing it. Resist it for as long as you like, sweet little cocksucker."
She felt the world move around her as she began to drift off, exhaustion very suddenly hitting her, his arms feeling so very warm and comforting. With gentle movements he carried her down the hall and up the stairs to her room, and by the time he laid her in the bed, she was fast asleep. As the dawn began to break, he was gone, slipping away like a shadow back into the darker depths of the house, the light through the window seeming to chase him away like a bad dream.