Bloodbag (Patreon)

Your hypnotist uses their innate gifts to toy with you.

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Your hypnotist looked down at you, smirking, flashing their fangs. “Oh, my puny, mortal morsel. Do you know what I love about you?” They cupped your chin, towering over you as you knelt on the bed before them. “It’s how eager you are! You’re such a desperate little snack.”

Their eyes were glowing, faintly. Pulling your attention, your willpower into them. “I just have to hold you, peer into your eyes, and you go still. Your mind goes blank.” There were no thoughts inside your head. “Can you blame me for doing what I do?”

You couldn’t blame them. You wanted them to do this. “For breaking you when you’re so easy to break?” You wanted them to break you. “And when I have you like this… You’re just so tempting. You’re neck is just so exposed.” They leant down, their voice a whisper in your ear.”

They were so close to your neck, you could feel it. You wanted it. “And we both know what my bite does to you. How good it feels.” You did. You let out a soft whine. “Symbiosis, toy. You get to feel the bliss of offering your life-force to me.”

They chuckled, cruelly. “And I get to taste the sweetest nectar of all.” Then their fangs punctured your neck. You shuddered, eyes rolling back as they began lapping at the blood that flowed downwards. There was nothing else in the world. Just this moment. Just their bliss.