Your breath quickens as my presence overcomes you. Gold-pinned eyes find yours from across the short space between us and for a second, you are but a rabbit caught in a headlight. Your senses urge you to flee but you remain transfixed. A sudden impulse to scream rises in your throat. Yet my lips curve into a bright smile and the fear of impending doom passes, much to the relief of your thudding heart.

Transhuman dread. It is only natural to feel afraid, for how could you not shiver when face to face with the apex of our species?

Your grip on the bedsheets loosen somewhat as your mind recollects the fact that you are well acquainted with this man. A rough kiss confirms that. I break away to let strong arms scoop you up against my chest, treasuring your precious mortality. In-between spilt moonlight you watch as the hand that isn’t entangled in your hair find yours in a firm hold.

“Calm.” The imperative is delivered unwaveringly. Growled, even. Yet I can’t blame your jitteriness. My kind has been making your’s nervous since creation. Time’s past, we preyed boldly on kings and peasants alike. I was certainly no exception. For who had the power to deny us, save ourselves? My form, perfectly corded with muscle and honed throughout the centuries is beyond that of any man’s. Blood-drunk, I have even cleft armoured men in twine with my talons.

I press my face to the side of your neck where tender sinew meets collarbone. At this, in knowledge of what I am, what I can do, you tense. Silly sheep. I have no need to feed.

I breath deeply, the hot air against your bare flesh pushing past your discomfort. I am the Patriarch of my clan. Sanguinis Excelsis. I do not ask for permission. A hand traces its way over your thigh to between your legs. Fear is forgotten as lazy, tender circles are massaged into your cunt. You whine acquiescence.

Promptly, I pull your head back by a fistful of hair to pepper kisses all along the side of your neck. Your scent - what it conveys - at this proximity is almost enough to drive me wild from lust. In tandem my cock swells against your lower side hungrily. My ministrations around your entrance gain intensity, my thumb circling over the hood as my fingers fill you. You mewl pleasingly at this, to which I respond with a delicate love bite against your throat. Great care is taken to not bruise you too severely. You are human after all. Few can heal as I do. Neither do I wish to accidentally tear your throat out in the throes of fetishtistic ecstasy.

We are both panting now. Your bedroom is beginning to reek of an intermingling of cunt, human musk and something more… animalistic. Feral. Pure, like the strength of an ox. My hand retreats from your head to grasp your breasts in eager handfuls. Soon you begin to buck against my pistoning hand like an unruly mare, lewd gasps spilling from your lips each time I caress a nipple. Your own little fists have latched onto whatever part of me they can grab. I rumble approval. After all, it was your spirit that enamoured me to you in the first place.

“On your back.” I say so curtly, if not unkindly. Need deepens my voice to a snarl. “Now.” I prompt, and you do. I position myself so that my face is poised between your thighs in front of your salivating cunt. You blush, murmuring some request. I look up. The sight is enough to make drool form on the tips of my fangs.

Then I am mouth-first against your folds and both our minds melt. I lap eagerly, ravenously even, tasting and exploring you in equal measure. My arousal swells accordingly, momentarily neglected as my stiffened member leaks fluid onto the sheets. A far greater prize is at hand. There are others of my kind who would murder to have me tongue fuck them like this.

But I am no bruxa, no ekimmara. Lesser brethren are not fit to serve my tea. Nay, I am Vampire.

None, however, compare to you. How you managed to capture my attention that day, a mere human, is beyond me. Even later, when you began to suspect at my true nature you did not flinch at my affections. But enough ruminating. Flushed, flighty little moans and the sensation of hot cunt drags me back to the present. I take possessive, greedy handfuls of your buttocks. You are mine alone. My little mayfly, to cherish and adore till the stars expire.

Hello there! It’s a tale as old as time; an immortal vampire meets a mortal and finds himself head over heels for them. Today I’m looking to entangle ourselves in some love-sucking hijinks with an emphasis on ‘vanilla’, wildly passionate fucking. Short-term would be ideal, though I wouldn’t say no to something more developed if we really pop.

Before we dive in, what I need from you is a brief account of your character, kinks and any other relevant carnal details you’d like to mention. Male characters just as welcome as women. As long as the flair doesn’t say otherwise I’m still receiving responses, so please don’t feel a need to rush to secure my attention. Cheers!

Prompt-specific Kinks: Passion, steamy conversation, body worship mutual endearment and light power dynamics.

Hard Nopes: Scat, vore, gore in a sexual context, uncleanliness, underage and untimely wooden stakes.