Hi, thank you for clicking on my prompt. Personally, I’m on the "rougher, darker" side of kinks and roleplays. I'm a huge sucker for non-con, abuse humiliation, etc. even though I don’t mind going for a more consensual play, I’m not particularly a fan of Vanilla. With that information on the table I’d like to propose a plot, which is open for some tweaking of course. Or, if you have any other plot you’re dying to play out, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m happy to think along!

Plot <3

I’d been around for centuries, slowly experiencing how our existence turned into myths and folklores. Reduced to frightening tales to keep children in bed at night. Buried in history, it allowed us to continue through the night. Unfortunately, there will always be those who can’t accept our being. The Vatican had been prosecuting us ever since we first tasted blood, sinking our teeth in tender flesh. They call us blasphemous, a Devil’s spawn. Sending their hunters after us, pathetically trying to take my family down. Even the Van Helsing’s gave it a shot, but the house of Dracula reins supreme, still.

The modern world is naïve. Father made sure to use it to his advantage, increasing his influence over the years. Being involved in the assassination of many key-figures in history, ranging from Archduke Franz-Ferdinand, plunging the world into its first world war, to President Kennedy. I truly didn’t care, as long as I could live my luxurious life. Nowadays, I just spend my time in one of our many castles. Father is overseas, probably extending his power to yet another government, leaving me all alone. All was well, until I brutally got reminded by the fact that the Vatican didn’t go gentle into the night. Before I could even sink my teeth into my captor, I was knocked out and thrown into a trunk.

Upon opening my eyes, I was greeted by a few firm slaps. The chain around my throat was rattling as I hissed in pain, pathetically pushing myself back into the concrete corner. This was my first introduction to the very unorthodox ways of the Vatican.

Within an hour I’d a whimpering mess. My red-spanked ass in incredible pain, trying to squeeze the massive tail-buttplug out. My head wearing cat-ears, instead of my usual diamond tiara and my body decorated in tattoos. Bible texts, burning my body. Nothing compared to the searing pain of the little crucifixes, piercing my nipples. My fangs were filed down, making my bites cute, rather than dangerous. A bowl was planted in front of my face, filled with white, sticky gooeyness. Before I knew my face was forced deep inside the substance, trying to replace my thirst for blood with cum. The Vatican was trying to turn me into a docile, little catgirl. Now who’s going to be my trainer?

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Alright, that’s about it. I’m happy to change aspects or even create other plots. Point is, I’m open for a lot of kinks. in my opinion this plot can get as extreme and dark as possible, within the guidelines of course, yet I have to find the right partner. Also, a little about myself to wrap this entire thing up. I’m a detailed writer, writing around 2-3 paragraphs. I have many kinks and I'm happy to explore more. Hope to see you soon. Kisses~

I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18