Drained thrall (Patreon)

Your dominant, a vampire, muses on how much you enjoy being drained by them.

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Your dominant looked down on you, fangs glinting in the moonlight as it fell through the window. “Oh, thrall… You look so good like this. Drained, mind melted into nothingness.” Your neck still felt tingles of pleasure. The sensation of those fangs sinking in…

“And let me tell you, your essence tastes so sweet. Your blood on my tongue is… Heaven, to me.” They laughed, but your mind didn’t process the joke. “And by the sound of those moans, you enjoy it just as much.” You let out a whimper as their words brought recollection.

“My hypnotised little blood bag.” They cupped your chin, possessively. “So cute. And I didn’t even have to ask this time. You were waiting for me.” Your mind flashed back to kneeling by the door, waiting for them to enter. Hopeful. Eager to serve.

“So well behaved. I mean, I’m not surprised. I have been brainwashing you to crave it, more, and more, and more.” That was true. Even now, a part of you was begging, craving for more. You needed to give them your blood. “But still. It’s delightful to see how well that’s working.”