I wanna be the captive/pet of an ancient vampire... I want them to pamper me - sit me in their lap while they feed me, pet my hair, whatever. I only comply because I'm afraid of what may happen if I don't. I want them to hold me down while I kick and cry and beg, fangs sinking into my flesh. They lap at the wound, drinking my blood until I'm limp and hazy beneath beneath them. And then, when I'm too weak to fight, they fuck me deep and slow. Their hands wander my plush body as they wax poetic about how people of the modern age are blind to the allure of a body such as mine. They tell me that I will never meet someone who loves me as they do. And maybe I begin to believe it over time. Until then, they'll just have to continue convincing me.
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