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You feel yourself groggily waking up after what must have been a horrible nightmare. As your eyes flutter open, a sinking feeling begins to grow in your chest as you find yourself on a scarlet sheeted bed, surrounded by numerous stuffed animals with black, staring eyes that are watching you, and your hands tied above your head and apparently anchored to something.
You also don't have any clothing on anymore.
It wasn't a nightmare.
You do your best not to panic immediately, as you tug experimentally at the bindings on your wrists. The black, beady - and the terrible pun very nearly makes you giggle, stopped only by the certainty that if you began, you might not ever stop - eyes make not panicking very difficult, though, so you turn your gaze away, craning your neck to try and get a look at how you're bound.
As you turn your neck, your vision is suddenly filled with red and pale white as you stare into the chest of a girl sitting by the bed your tied down in. As you glance up, you see golden blonde hair and a familiar wide smile and big, red eyes.
Your mouth is suddenly very dry.
"...H-hello." Your voice comes out high-pitched and strained. You dearly, dearly hope that she's not what she looks like, even as your heart sinks even further.
"What're you doing?" She asks you, leaning closer towards you as she invades your personal space, her smile never faltering for a second and seeming to only get bigger.
...i-is she smelling you?
"....beeeeing tied up." You reply, your voice continuing its ascent along the audible spectrum. "You know." You squeak, "Laying around." You can't seem to take your eyes off of her grin. There's just something about it that draws the eye. Like a shark.
She blinks her big, red eyes and then giggles, her laughter girlish, happy and every bit as terrifying as it was in the dark to you. You know for sure she's the one who'd been chasing you, and now you're stuck here completely at her mercy, "You're funny! I like that."
You're not entirely certain that's a good thing, either. And with her sitting right there watching you, it's not like you can even try to escape - that might just exhaust whatever meagre goodwill she has. ...Or worse, it might not, and this has all been just her 'playing,' and not anything even a little bit malicious.
If you had to choose, you think you might prefer those beams of flame to have been an attempt to harm, rather than just 'good fun.'
"I'm..." You cough, as your voice tops out and cracks. "Glad...?"
"You should be! I take care of fun things!" Her smile is beaming before quick as a whip it shifts into an annoyed expression that fills you with an unholy terror even though it's not focused on you, "Boring things, annoying things...I just break those. Fun Toys last longer."
"You should probably keep that in mind." She glances over at you now, her eyes gleaming bright with a madness you desperately wish wasn't there as her smile returns full force, "If you don't, I'll kill you!"
"...eeeeee." You're too frightened to cringe away, as you stare back at her, wide-eyed and thoroughly cowed. In fact, you're really too terrified to even move, as the girl smiles at you, her red eyes almost the only thing you can see, as they seem to grow larger, and larger...
You realize that may be because she's leaning close and closer to you now, her smile remaining as wide as ever as her eyes slowly devour your entire field of view and you can feel the blackness creeping up at the edge of your vision as you can see just how incredibly sharp and pronounced her canines are as she-
"Boop." She enunciates clearly as her nose presses against yours.
You quietly have a minor heart attack.
"Hey. Heeeeeyyy..." Her eyes narrow just a bit as she pulls back away from your face just a bit and clambers up onto the bed to peer over you more readily, "Why are you so scared, huh? You should be happy about waking up in a bed belonging to someone as pretty as me, you know?"
Her eyes narrow further, and the room begins to heat up, "Are you saying I'm not pretty enough...?"
"....No!" You manage to force out the words, "It's not that at all, you're very pretty, it's just, uhm, with the, and the..." You reign in the babble enough to get something a little more comprehensible. "The, um, the fire, and the laughing, and the darkness...."
"...Ehehehehe~." Her eyes stop boring into you for the moment as she closes them and giggles cutely, reaching out with one hand and trailing one of her scarlet nails along your chin and cants her head to the side, her long side tail coming down and tickling your exposed chest, "You're funny! Being scared of such simple things..."
She opens her eyes and smiles at you again, "There's lots scarier things in the world, you know?"
You have enough of a self-preservation instinct not to point out that she is one of those things.
"Like the sun!" She continues on seemingly guilelessly as she gestures with one hand, her nailed finger trailing down onto your chest and moving in little circles, "Or rivers!"
The finger on your chest is extremely disconcerting. It's also quite sharp, but she's using little enough pressure that you are only getting the impression of its sharpness, and not getting cut. Which is a small mercy, because her touch is kind of weird in an uncomfortable way.
"...The sun is scary?" You find yourself asking. Rivers are obvious, of course. Who knows what's hiding in that water?
"Oh it's really scary." Her hands suddenly move up onto your shoulders and press you down onto the bed as she looms over you, her eyes shining in a manner not unlike the noon sun beating down on you with its dreaded heat, "A big, burning deathsphere looming over us for hours on end! I don't know how anyone could stand it..."
"But, you won't have to worry about the sun or rivers anymore!" She cheerfully informs you of that with a friendly smile.
"I...don't?" And you're surprised. You hadn't thought it would even be possible to like the way this conversation and situation were going any less, but.... There it is!
"Nope!" Her smile grows even larger as she continues on, "You won't Cause you're gonna spend the rest of your life with me! Isn't it great?" She leans in closer to ask that, her inhumanly sharp, elongated canines gleaming as her eyes shine down into yours.
"...The rest...?" Your eyes widen, involuntarily, as you take in her statement. "The rest of my life?" You were, unfortunately, half-expecting that to come up. It doesn't reduce the impact in the slightest, though. Belatedly, as you take in those teeth, you hope that you didn't allow too much of your fear and dismay to show.
"Yep!" Flandre's nose touches yours in a display that would be cute if she were someone, you know, who wasn't completely and utterly terrifying and giving you something just short of a death sentence, "...Why don't you look happy about it, huh? You're excited,right?"
"But..." You swallow your complaints. This is a Flandre. She won't let you go, just because you ask. Not the way she's been acting about it, at least. You've got no choice right now, if you want to live. Just follow her lead, survive, and wait for rescue. That's all you can
"I'm not hearing an answer, d a r l i n g." Flandre tone is low and dangerous as you feel her hands come to rest on your head and she keeps that intense stare into your eyes. You feel an unpleasant pressure building up on the sides of your skull.
"Y-yes! I'm excited! This is my excited face, see?" Oh please, oh god, you don't want to die here. You do you best to paste on a smile - it undoubtedly comes out nervous, but it's the best you can do.
"That's good! Because, if you weren't then I'd be really upset. You don't want to make me upset, right darling?" Flandre's arms wrap around you and she hugs you tightly against herself, her nails digging into your back painfully as she rubs her cheek against yours. Her scent fills your nostrils, and is an odd mixture of sweetness and intense copper.
"Never!" You profess, your whole heart in the declaration. "I would never want to upset you!" You're not suicidal, after all. And upsetting the immensely powerful, unstable creature that has you as its helpless prisoner is the height of stupidity.
"That's great!" Flandre snuggles you even more aggressively, burying her face in your neck as you can't help but see that baleful red eye in the corner of your vision as she takes a deep whiff of your scent, "You're so much smarter than my last 'darling'."
"...Your last darling?" You already regret asking. You don't want an answer to that question why did you say that.
"Oh yes..." That eye seems to almost glow with perverse glee as you ask that question, and may in fact actually be glowing, in perverse glee or otherwise. "He was so silly and stubborn. I had to break him before we even got to have any fun." She sniffs, her eye suddenly going teary as she holds you tighter, "It's not the same playing toys! I want things that play back!"
"...ah." Plays back? That's...that's bad. You're seriously in trouble here.... Reisen, any time is fine, so a rescue would be really great, you know?
"Ah-huh~!" Flandre is cheerfully ignoring your weak voice as you feel one clawed hand drifting across your body, the claws trailing along your skin in a way that's got you shivering as she caresses your hips and trails her hands across your tummy, which she rubs happily, "Ahahaha, you're a really skinny darling. I hope you won't break too easily." She pulls back from you and grins down at you with those madly flashing eyes again, the childishness in them gone in favor of just adding to your fear, "The only meaty part of you is this"
She emphasizes this statement with her hand reaching your groin which was already shamefully reacting to her presence. Her nails trail lightly along your length and tease at your tip before her soft, cool hand grabs onto it and she begins to gently squeeze your length in the palm of your hand, "You won't give up to something like this, right? If you lose the game too fast-"
Her pupils become slits, "I'd be upset"
"But you can let out your boy juices any time you want!" That terrifying visage fades away for her 'innocent' facade.
Frankly, you're completely astonished that you're even capable of being this hard when you're this terrified. You're certainly not going to let loose easily - no, you'll bend your entire will to avoid it. The way she's talking, it's all over if you give up, so...
Your 'boy juices' will stay right where they are. ...And all the rest of your juices, too, hopefully.
Flandre's grin becomes a thin, toothy thing as she starts to pump her hand up and down your expanding dong, moving with a slow purpose as she works you over. It feels, despite everything, very pleasant. Her skin is so silky and smooth, and the occasional touch of her claws just makes you jump and your length suddenly feel a sharp tingle down it, "Hehehe, is that look in your eyes what I think it is, darling?"
"...W-what do y-OU..." Your voice cracks. It's incredibly hard to concentrate or talk like this, and really, really embarrassing, but the terror lets you move past some of these things. "Think it is?" Really, it could be anything, in her mind. You're not sure she's entirely rational.
"I see some r e s i s t a n c e~." Flandre sing songs at you, her grin full of an almost mocking cheerfulness as she does so. Her hand on your dick squeezes it tighter and picks up the pace, jacking you off more aggressively, "That's good~! Toys that break easily are bad, but darlings that break fast are the worst. I'd be so disappointed if you did that, and you know you don't want to make me disappointed!"
"Hey hey, if you hold out a bit longer, I'll treat you to something special! You can even cum then and I won't punish you for it, promise!" Flandre's gleeful, friendly excitement is back now as her hand moves down your length and her fingers start to gently massage your bulls while her thumb's nail traces up and down the sensitive underside of your cock.
Punish you for it...? That sounds... absolutely terrifying and probably painful. You grit your teeth as her stimulation intensifies, the feelings you're terribly unfamiliar with coursing through your loins and mind, clouding your thoughts. This would be easier if it weren't so inexplicably GOOD.
Flandre giggles and leans in closer again, opening her mouth and licking your cheek sensually before she brings her mouth closer to your ear and whispers, "Is it hard? You're twitching already. Do you like it like this, nice and gentle?" Her hand continues to massage your balls as she uses presses against your dick with her thumb and rubs her nail gently against the tip of it, the sharp nail feeling horribly wonderful as she uses it like that.
You bite your lip, straining not to give in, not to concede. Your life is on the line - that's how it feels, at least, and you don't want to die, you don't want to die. Even if parts of you are filthy, filthy traitors, you don't want to give in.
You can feel your length twitching as something leaks out of your tip, a dirty fluid staining her red nails as she keeps up the pressure and play with you for a few moments longer as you start to feel something strange in your loins before...
"Alright, you did it!" Flandre cheers, her gemmed wings flapping behind her happily as she immediately lets go of you and your dick and claps her hands excitedly in front of her, looking to all the world as if she was really just having a grand old time playing a game with you, "I'll give you something special now, but first..."
"I want you...to kiss me!" Flandre declares that unilaterally as she puts her hands on either side of you and looms in front of you, her smiling with her lips together and showing no teeth this time.
"W-what? A kiss...!" That's not a request you would have expected from her. "A-ah, I mean..." You don't want to seem reluctant, because you like your body nice and intact, but at the same time, it's embarrassing, and uncomfortably intimate, somehow, even despite what's, ah.... happening to you.
"I'm waiting." She murmurs to you in that soft voice that's like fire licking at your back as her eyes slip mostly shut, the barest slits of red peeking through them as she waits for you to violate yourself on her.
"Ah...Well..." You... Really have no choice, do you? You have to... to kiss her. You, reluctantly, pucker up and raise your head...
Flandre waits patiently, her slit eyes seeming to glow as your lips draw closer to hers. Ah, she's really gonna make you do it completely on your own. But, if you don't do it she'll be...'disappointed'.
As you lift up your head, and lay a kiss on your captor, you feel something inside you crumble at your willing debasing of yourself at her whims. It just feels shameful, and wrong, and the next time she tells you to do something, it will just be that much harder to resist or refuse...
Her lips are infuriatingly soft and inviting, and she lets out a hum of happiness that would be adorable under other circumstances as she leans just a bit more forward, pressing her lips against yours more aggressively after you've sullied yourself and initiated it. Her hands, rather than pinning you in, wrap around you with one tight around your back to hold you against her and the other cradling your head, her nails dragging lightly along your scalp as her lips part and yours do the same.
It's awful. The feeling of violation, the good feelings that resonate through your body despite your own dislike... Every moment of the kiss is a new sort of violation, made all the worse by how inexplicably good it feels. It should just be a kiss...
Her tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth as she makes muffled sounds of happiness again, her hips starting to move slowly and grinding your exposed member against something silken and warm, making white hot sparks of pleasure shot up your spine as she does so. Her kiss tastes like cinnamon and copper.
It's like nothing you've ever experienced. It's so good, and you hate this, so, so much. What's worse, you can't help but feel, is that it's your own fault, for giving in, for allowing this to happen, even though you know, you KNOW there was nothing you could have done to prevent it.
Your manhood is ground against her silkiness a few more times before, to your relief and dissatisfaction, she stops grinding against you and pulls back from the kiss. Thick stands of saliva connect your mouths as she sighs with content, "Such a good boy~!" She mocks you, petting your head with a technique that feels disgustingly pleasant as she treats you like a sexual puppy, "Who's a good boy?"
You look away shamefully, face red with embarrassment. You aren't her dog. This is just... just demeaning, and humiliating, and it's not right.
"Who's a good boy...?" Flandre whispers into your ear before pressing her lips against your neck, her fangs dragging lightly along the skin before she simply kisses it, moving on to kiss more of your bare neck and shoulders, moving down your chest as she asks you that question over and over again, the words echoing around in your mind as she draws slowly closer to your weakpoint.
You shiver, every time her fangs touch your flesh, partially from the certainty that this time they'll sink into you, and partially from the strange, electric feeling they send through you. Why is she doing this to you? You don't understand it. Why is she doing all this to you, and...why does it feel so good?
Her head comes close to your engorged stake as she drags your dick between her small breasts, one hand reaching up and adjusting you dick to exactly where she likes it, right in front of her. Her eyes are focused on it, a 'hunger' within them making you feel the fear in your dick as she licks her lips and then opens up her mouth, her fangs glinting brightly before she lunges down and-
Wraps her lips around your dick, sucking harshly on it with the majority of it in her mouth as her tongue begins to explore it, running all over your greatest weakpoint with impunity.
You groan, helpless before her assault, as pleasure you've never known runs through your body. You twitch under her ministrations, body out of your control, entirely at the mercy of her actions.
Her mouth is pleasantly wet, and her lips stay vacuum sealed onto your dick as she bobs her head up and down in a purposeful, steady motion, your length starting to tingle happily as she works you over. Those bright red eyes now look up at you, a shining light in them drawing you in as she bobs all the way down, taking the entirety of your length in before...
You feel them. Cold, hard and dangerous. Her fangs are suddenly touching every so lightly against your length as she slowly pulls her head back, dragging those fangs against your sensitive shaft the whole way up.
Cold and dangerous. Just like the person down there.
The shiver that runs up your spine is as much fear as pleasure, as you're forcibly wrenched into awareness of just what's going on, clarity being lanced through the fog of lust and pleasure that had been wrapped around your mind.
Yet even the feeling of those fangs soon begins to become pleasurable. Her eyes flutter shut as she bobs her head up and down in quicker pace, her tongue teasingly wiggling along the underside of your dick while her fangs scrapping makes tingles race up your spine each and every time they grind along a particular spot on your hard on. "Suff coot~." She mumbles at you with her mouth full before she takes your whole length in up to your hilt and sucks long and hard on it, feeling like she's trying to swallow you.
"...W-whahat...?" It's surprisingly hard to form words like, this - your breathing just doesn't want to co-operate with you at all.
She slowly pulls back, her lips and fangs dragging along your cock all the way up it until she finally slowly slides off of the tip and disengages with a pop. She presses her lips up against the underside of your dick and kisses it up and down, trailing back up towards your head and pressing her lips against it as her tongue slides out and begins to work in circles around the tip, "Shoooo, cyuuuuuute~..." She whispers sultrily up at you, her eyes glowing.
You can feel your face reddening again, as you avert your gaze, not meeting her eyes as you protest. "'m nah-aht..." You can't help but gasp, "not....cute..." You twitch under her surprisingly expert ministrations, and bite your lip, resisting.
"Yes you aaarrreee~!" She mocks you, pulling her face away from your length and leaving you twitching in agonizing pleasure, your body berating you to get it more no matter what it takes as she smiles up at you like an innocent devil, "You're so soft and adorable~!" Her eyes take on that sharper glint as there's nothing innocent about her anymore, "You resist and hold back so desperately when there's no point to it anymore!"
"N-no...point?" Your head is all fogged up, it's so hard to think anymore. Why were you resisting, anyway? It feels good, so why does it feel so wrong? You don't know anymore. You groan, softly.
Your host laughs, the soft tittering wrapping around your ears like audible velvet and comforting you, driving away those confusing and unpleasant thoughts as she pokes her tongue out and flicks the tip of your cock, getting your attention back onto her. She giggles girlishly and smiles up at you brightly, eyes wide and eager, "Are you ready to shoot your boy juice out all over for me? I'm feeling so generous, I'll even let you make a request! Do you want me to squeeze it out with my hand, or drain it out of you with my mouth...?" She opens her mouth up wide, exposing her oral cavern as her tongue runs along her teeth.
You can't divert your attention from those teeth of hers. They just capture your attention, somehow, and you can't look away. Why do they fill you with such strange feelings...? What are these feelings? You...can't remember, but something about those teeth is just...
"Huh, what is it?" Her eyes glow in a way that leaves you torn between looking into them and watching those teeth of hers as she smiles toothily, "You're so quiet...having a hard time deciding how you want to be finished off, darling?"
"Y-your..." You swallow, nervously, "Your mouth. Please." You ask, your voice raw. Why was that so hard? It feels so good when she plays with you like this, why would it be so hard to answer her?
"Hehehe, you want me to suck down all your juices huh?" There's a gleam in her eyes as she says that that some distant part of you seems unsettled about, but they don't matter. What matters is the amazing feelings flowing through you as she lowers her head down and presses her lips against your cock before taking your whole length into her mouth in one stroke. Her hands rest on your thighs and hold your legs in place as she starts to quickly bob her head up and down, thrusting your length in and out of her mouth as she sucks lovingly on it, teeth rasping along your shaft and her tongue winding around it exploring as she eagerly pushes you past your limits.
You groan. You've been resisting for so long, for no reason... Letting everything go, and just giving in to the pleasure is indescribable. You can feel it all just spurting out of you, so strong, so quickly...
You hear a deep growl from between your legs as you orgasm, and your host buries her face in your crotch, her throat working to swallow down your offering to her, shot after shot of the proof of your submission disappearing without ever seeing the light of day. As your orgasm begins to wane she pulls her mouth off of your dick and grabs it with one hand, uncaring of the sticky mess covering it as she begins to quickly jack you off, "We're not done yet. We're not done until I say we're done!" She growls hungrily, licking her lips as you feel your body peak again just after you finished orgasming. Opening her mouth, Flandre keeps pumping your cock with one hand as you spray out your sticky white stuff again, firing it into her mouth and onto her face in an erotic display of your submission to your natural betters.
You can't help but groan, as you spasm helplessly under her 'tender' ministrations. It's just... so completely draining. But it feels so good, you can't help but want to obey her, and last longer for her....
Your shaft twitches a few more times, your white mess leaking out of the tip and trickling down your shaft as Flandre leans forward and happily sucks it up, licking and kissing your cock as she cleans up your load, only to pull back with a content sigh as she brings her hands up and touches the mess you made on her face, "How messy, darling...have you been pent up for so long?"
"Ah but...it was so delicious..." She licks her lips as she scrapes your spewed semen up with her nails and cleans them off with her tongue, "You're just so tasty darling, I..."
"Just want to eat you." She growls out as she smiles at you, eyes glowing brightly and her smile impossibly wide and sharp.
You should probably be a lot more upset about that than you are, but you just can't bring yourself to worry about it that much. The stupid smile on your face won't seem to come off. You're more relaxed than you can ever remember being, somehow...
"Oh my, what's this? Are you broken already, darling?" Flandre presses herself up against you, something cool, sticky and wet pressing against your leg as she draws her face up close to yours. Her glowing eyes are right in front of your face she tilts her head to the side, "Hmmm, well let's see..."
"Daaaaarling~!" She suddenly latches onto you in a hug, giggling happily as she smiles up at you from where her chin rests on your chest, "What are we gonna do on the bed next, huh? Can you guess?"
"Next...?" There's... there's more? You're not sure you can take any more. But at the same time...maybe it's just as good? You certainly can't imagine anything being better than that.
"Oh, there's more. You still have more to give me. I won't stop until I've gotten everything from you." She brushes her cheek against yours as she leans forward to whisper into your ear, "Something so delicious...it's rare a treat like you finds your way to me...darling."
"W-what?" You ask, foggy, confused, in a haze of pleasure and uncertainty. "Gotten...everything?" She's...taking something? Will be taking something? Has taken something? You don't understand. Does it matter?
"That's right, I'm going to take your most precious thing, darling." Flandre's voice is soft as she stares stoically into your eyes. You feel something wet and magnificently pleasurable rub up against your cock, teasingly touching along your top as Flandre rests her hands on your shoulders, straddling you and rocking her hips slowly, "I'll take that, and everything else from you."
"My most...precious thing?" You can only repeat after her, dully, as you try to think. You didn't know you had anything precious. Not any things, at least. What could she mean? Somehow, you're looking forward to finding out. For some reason, you want her to take from you.
"Give me your permission, and I'll take everything from you~." Flandre whispers to you, her voice breathy as her wings tinkle musically as the wrap around you, the leathery material covering her wing bones rubbing against your skin as she waits for your answer. Her lips purse and her long canines poke out over her bottom lip and dig slightly into it as she pouts needily.
"O-oh..." You breathe, not sure what you're being asked, exactly, but at this point, willing to submit to anything she asks of you. "...W-well... okay."
"Good boy." Flandre growls in your ear before you feel the tip of your boyhood press up against that wonderful sharpness before disappearing into her, her vampirehood enveloping your dick in a warm embrace as her walls squeeze down on your cock as you're sheathed all the way inside of her, crushing down on your dick.
...at that same moment of impossible pleasure, you feel a brief, sharp pain in your neck as Flandre buries her face in it. That moment of sharp pain brings you a brief instant of clarity before everything becomes hazy and indistinct as you feel a soft sucking sensation on your neck. Ah...there's this wonderful warm pleasure spreading through out your body now...
You let yourself float in the pleasure. Your thoughts of resistance are long since gone, and the pain is already forgotten. There's nothing in your mind anymore but the pleasure, and you are happy for it.
Flandre keeps you buried inside of her completely as her pussy keeps on squeezing you tight. Gradually though, you feel a strange sensation down there as her vampirehood feels like it's tightening and loosening in a carefully controlled pattern, stimulating your dick without her needing to move even an inch as Flandre's legs wrap around you and she pulls you even deeper into her, leading to her to moan into your neck as you feel your tip press up against a strange bumpy space in the bottom of her depths that yields slightly to the pressure you're being forced to apply to it.
Meanwhile, that wonderful sucking sensation on your neck continues as you feel like something's being pulled out of you slowly but surely. Even though it feels so good, that warmth spreading through your body is starting to make you feel...tired...