Be My Prey For The Night

Transcript

Ah, you're right on time, good. I always appreciate your punctuality. Impatient, are you? I know it smells good.

I'm planning right now. Go ahead and sit down at the table. I promise, nobody I love would go this time.

We've made enough of that in the kitchen. Here we are. And would you like some red wine to go along with it? I promise it's wine.

It's La Mission Aubrion. I hope you enjoy. So, I must compliment you on your performance this month.

You're one of the fastest learners out of the new arrivals. I was quite surprised by how you handled yourself in the kitchen. I could never have guessed you started only recently.

And I must also thank you for your indiscretion. Yes, a matter at hand. What you saw me do, biting one of the guests.

I can guarantee you, I only do it with customers that show disrespect in my establishment. Like I said, they don't remember a thing when they come out of their slumber. No, they don't turn into vampires.

Not unless I want them to. Your reaction, it seems to display curiosity instead of judgment. You fall within that type then.

Well, having been on this earth for quite a while now, there tend to be two reactions when people find out what I am. One, they are in disbelief and they tell me to get away from them, calling me a monster, sometimes throwing garlic at me. Yes, as if that will do anything.

I wonder who started that silly little rumor. The second reaction I tend to get are closer to yours, curiosity. First, they tend to ask me a bunch of questions, we've already gone through that stage.

Then they seem very excited to be around me. And finally, they seem to want to get more intimate. I'm not saying we're going there, I'm just saying that's been the pattern so far.

Oh, the sustenance thing. Well, drinking blood isn't required per se, although it does put me in a bad mood if I don't. But our kin nowadays, we tend to be very safe.

Can't go around haunting half the city in a blood feast like back in the old days. Who said I was that old, little girl? I do somewhat miss it.

Our kind have become much more agreeable and approachable in the past few centuries. It comes with a code. The masquerade must be abided by, but we are hunters by nature.

I think everyone in the community has said they somewhat miss the thrill of chasing prey. Do you not like what I've prepared? You seem to be contemplating something.

What's wrong? A hunt? You want to know how I acted during a hunt? Well, it's quite embarrassing, and I don't know if you'd feel comfortable in my restaurant if you saw me act on my instincts.

Right, so let's discuss this then. If you are fully willing to be my prey, then you have to understand that it comes with various requirements. Things such as biting, rough handling, and, well, sex.

Yes, that was involved as well. Rough, primal sex, where you are the acted, unwilling prey. Are you sure you're up for that? My, you are interesting.

Very well. Then here's what's going to happen, little lady. In a moment, I'm going to signal that the night's hunt will begin.

You will have 30 seconds to hide somewhere within the villa. If I find you, then I can do whatever I want with you. Do you agree to the hunt, pretty girl? Run.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Now, wherever you are. Where are you? Here? No.

That's too cold. Are you still trying to hide? Are you trying to find the best hiding spot? You know this is a fool's game, girl.

You do realize my ability to pick up scents far exceeds that of a human. I'm able to tell you're close by. I can hear your heartbeat.

So close. Getting warmer. It's not a matter of if I catch you.

It's a matter of when. Found you. Come here.

Don't get away from me now, girl. I have you fair and square. Now then, where were we? Oh yes, it's time to inspect my catch.

Don't struggle, you fucking whore. You can't get away now. Just let it happen.

Oh, you're struggling so much. It's getting kind of annoying. Here, maybe this will help.

Yeah. Feel the cold sensation of the knife trailing across your neck. Going down.

Down towards your breasts. And on your stomach. Do you understand the predicament you're in? I can pull this out whenever I want to.

Whenever you're misbehaving. Don't make me. I can smell the fear on you.

Am I not terrifying to you? Oh god. Your blood tastes amazing.

The fear. That spice. Your blood seems to be flowing into an interesting direction, dove.

Thought so. So excited to be fucked by me. Were you shaking your head just now? Look at me.

You've proven yourself to be an excellent communicator at work. Don't lie to me now. I fucking own you, sweetheart.

And I know exactly how you feel. I can sense how your heart rate has accelerated by your arousal. I can feel your pussy dripping on my hand.

So there's no point in denying how much you want me. Just enjoy how well my fingers stimulate that G-spot. Oh, girl.

Don't turn your face away from me. It's better to understand that I'm in control. Just let things go.

You're along for the ride now. You were so curious. You wanted to see what would happen.

Those whimpering sounds are exactly what I'm looking for. I've missed this. A human caught in my trap.

Nowhere to escape. Mine to devour. I could drink your blood for hours.

Biting on that pretty neck of yours. What's wrong, baby? Is it confusing for you? Feeling the pain in your neck? But feeling so good down there, too? Trust me when I say this, my pretty little slut.

It's so much better when pain is mixed with pleasure. Come on. We can get you closer to the edge.

There you go. There you go. It's okay.

It's okay. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, baby. Don't worry.

Don't worry. What? You want me to stop? Do you really think you have a say in the matter here? Do you not understand the situation you're in? You're being raped, you fucking cunt.

Feel free to enjoy it. Or don't. Either way, it's all the same to me.

But I really, really would prefer it if you came for me right now. Because I want this cunt to be as wet as it can be for when I breed you later. Oh, fuck.

Your pussy's already so fucking wet. Oh, it's delicious. Let me have a taste.

Oh. Your pussy juice is mixed with the blood on my hands. Your blood.

Taste it for me. Come on, taste it. There you go.

There you go. Let's put those fingers back inside of your pussy. It's a pleasure to slit for you.

Oh, fuck. Do you know what I thought of when I first saw you in the kitchen? When you were performing your prep and working so hard for me? For your chef? You'd be such a perfect pretty whore to mate with.

Oh. That really did it, huh? Come on.

Come on. Come on, slut. Was that enough to get you going? Was that enough for you? Yeah? Come for me then.

Come for daddy while he bets down on your neck. Let me feel the fucking blood rush through your veins. Good fucking slut.

Look at your eyes. Oh, fuck. Look at those fucking eyes rolling back.

Come on. Come on. No.

Come on. Come on. Come for me.

Come for me. Come for me. Come on my fucking fingers.

Come on my fucking fingers. There you go. Good girl.

Good girl. I can feel your fucking pussy twitching. Good girl.

Good fucking whore. That's it. That's it.

Oh, look at your eyes. All glazed. You don't get to take a break though.

Let's get you out of your little hiding hole. Do you hear me? You've been so fucking curious, haven't you? Wondering how I would feel when we do this? How I would taste? Head up against the wall, cunt.

Come on, taste me then. Down you go. Get ready to please your lord.

Oh, excuse me. That's an old title I haven't used in a long time. I think it would be more apt to say, Prepare to get face fucked by your head chef's dick until you choke on it.

Your mouth really is the perfect toy to me. The perfect toy. Fuck, I've missed this.

Oh my god. Oh. Are you listening to me? It's hard to concentrate with the sound of my dick pounding against you, right? It's hard to concentrate when you get this fucking pounding.

When you feel the wall behind you pressing against you. Are you enjoying it, slut? Yes? No? I can't fucking hear you with my cock in your mouth.

Oh, fuck it. I don't really care about the answer anyway. Devouring you is just way too much fun.

How does it feel? My cock all the way down your throat. Your head against the wall.

Nice sensation, right? Right? Is it too much for you? Is it too much for you? No? You can take more.

Good fucking whore. You can take more. Let me prove it to you.

See? With that much force you can't move away. There you go.

Feel the fucking coolness of the wall behind you. Feel it. It's okay.

You're doing great, my little prey. Oh, look at you struggling. Do you want me to pull away? Oh, yeah? Let me give you some mercy.

Look at your face. Look at your mascara running down. You're perfect.

I'm so glad I've got you. Oh, you're doing very well. Usually prey like this, they tend to break much, much sooner.

All right. You can go one more time. Kneel for me, bitch.

Pray for that fucking cock. Worship it like a good fucking whore. Your gagging sounds like chanting to me.

It's so fucking hot. That's my brittle little side. Finally understanding a role in life.

A lowly human on her knees, sucking my dick as if she's praying for it. I was already close before, but fuck. You're really fucking testing my patience.

I need to come down your fucking throat. I need to breathe your neck. Just biting it isn't enough for me.

I need to breathe it too. Keep fucking choking on it. I'm so fucking close.

I'm so fucking close. Oh my gosh, your tongue. I'm so fucking close.

Please, fuck.