He spoke to me in a language I had never heard, yet strangely seemed to understand. Without meaning to, I responded with a seductive and frustrated moan. A glint in his eyes confirmed it was the correct response, and he once again took me in his mouth kissing me with such power and intensity I had never experienced and I began to shiver in his grasp. My body was on fire, the sensation taking over all else. It was all too much and with a distressed sigh my mind inked over into darkness.
Once again my eyes fluttered open in a strange room. I looked around to find myself settled across a large opulent bed, complete with imposing posts holding a decorative canopy. Looking down at my body I discovered he had taken the liberty to dispose of my lingerie and bedecked me into a strappy, asynchronous little number that just barely covered me. My shoes had been replaced with tight, thigh high leather culminating in stiletto pointed stripper heels. I moved to adjust myself and found my progress restricted. I gasped in horror as I discovered thin chains fastened to my wrists and ankles. I could move slightly, but not change position.
His eyes caught me once again, appearing seemingly from nowhere and bringing the sensation back with them. In his hand was a ceremonial knife, hovering over my right breast. I breathed a panicked note as he pressed the flat of his icy blade to my flesh. With one swift motion he brought the blade up, ever so lightly grazing my hardened nipple and carrying the strap that had previously concealed it. The strap broke with a whiplash so fierce the rest of my bodily garment seemed to fly off of me, revealing to him my unguarded charms for the first time.
His eyes widened with approval and I looked down in shock to see he had in turn revealed himself to me. He was oddly and slightly bent, yet I could not stray my eyes from him. He teased me with the scouting of his vanguard as he once again drizzled me with kisses, working up my breasts and stopping just short of my gaping mouth to look into my eyes. The fire was raging inside, fueled by his proximity and what promises it brought. He spoke the strange language once more, delivered a lording kiss and began to take me.
His work was like nothing I'd ever felt before, yet strangely familiar and comforting. He was simple, yet deceivingly complex with his thrusts. When I would finally find him inside me he would seem to dart away, finding new pockets of pleasure to exploit. The fire sensation was mixing together with the pleasure to create an intoxicating and alien brew of stimulation. My body was responding in unearthly ways, finally finding his path within me. The pleasure was too much. I looked one last time into his eyes with terror, they were burning into me with fierce but cold intensity. His mouth was agape, revealing long and dripping fangs. I let loose a blistering scream as he brought them down onto my breast, sinking deep below my soft skin, causing the burning sensation to explode within me and coinciding with my own rapturous denouement. Once again I slipped below into darkness.
My memory since then has been uneven and hazy. I spend my days exploring the mansion. It seems to have no end, twisting and turning and revealing new luxuries and delights with every room. He permits me only fractions of clothing and is sure to provide new and exciting pieces to adorn me with, each somehow more provocative than the last. His desires present themselves without rhyme or reason, and I can never be sure what corner he may pop out from to collect me for a ravishing. The others say he will tire of me soon, as he did them, but they are wrong. Their minds are warped and suspicious from their time here, stuck in their virile youthful beauty for unnatural lengths, some of them centuries. I'll never be like them. He burns for me, I can feel it.
