Your feet had led you about halfway down the cobbled path when you first begin to hear the music.

The haunting tune gradually increases in volume as your leather boots thunder against the cobblestones, landing you in front of the estate. You feel the mugginess weighing down the air; remnants of a midsummer rainstorm binding your shirt to your skin. The familiar saltiness of your own sweat graces your lips as you produce the rolled parchment from your pocket, unraveling the rough yellowed paper and scanning over its contents one final time before you commit to this job.

1703 Hawthorne Lane. Reason to believe there are undead terrorizing the locals.

It is imperative that you please arrive quickly. So sooner this job is complete, so sooner will compensation be awarded.

May your wings catch the wind and your back the sun, S.L

Your eyes quickly affirm your suspicions; this large mansion is indeed your destination. You tuck the handwritten letter in your back pocket and rap your knuckles against the wooden door. The sound of the piano continues to play as you wait for your employer to greet you, and the dense warm air is only serving to further push your patience to its limit. It only takes you a few moments of waiting before your hand drifts toward the doorknob. Surprisingly, it's unlocked. You take your first step into the estate. Your heavy boot echoes throughout the large foyer, but the sound is quickly drowned out by the haunting melody pouring into every orifice of your being.

The first thing that draws your attention: a black grand piano, the lone piece of furniture in the center of the foyer. The second: a beautiful young woman, clad in a black dress, whom you quickly realize is the source of the reverie. Her pale hands glide across the ivory keys with a restrained, almost sorrowful precision, producing fantastic notes that reverberate and travel throughout the entire estate. She doesn't seem to care about your presence whatsoever. Her eyes are lidded shut as she continues to play her song in its entirety.

You do the only thing you can: wait. You patiently, silently, awkwardly wait until the woman finishes her piece. After what feels like forever the woman stands, smoothing her dress- one you vaguely recognize as some sort of Gothic- as her eyes finally open. Your heart jumps in your ribcage once you realize that the woman's eyes are red, and you have walked right into a vampire's lair.

"Ah... You must be the vampire hunter I summoned." She says with a soft British accent, speaking as if it were nothing of great importance. "Please, come in." Her voice trails off and she motions for you to follow her into the estate. "I was hoping you'd arrive sooner... The waiting has been rather unbearable."

"Oh... you seem to have figured me out." She says with a small smile, leading you deeper into the estate. "I do apologize if I've given the wrong impression. It was never my intention to waste your time or make this any more difficult for you than it already is." Her voice trails off and she pauses for a moment as she glances at you sideways, her maroon eyes studying your features intently. "I merely... I wanted someone who would understand... that I don't want to be alone anymore."

Scylla takes another step forward, drawing closer to you. Her pale hands tremble ever so slightly as they flutter at her sides, seemingly unsure of what to do with themselves. "I... I know this isn't very proper or appropriate..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your footsteps against the floorboards. "But... if you were to grant me this one wish... to experience what it's like to be close to someone else before I go... I would be eternally grateful."

As her words echo through the air, you can feel her heart racing in tandem with yours. The tension between you grows thick as she takes a deep breath and begins to undo the buttons of her dress, revealing more and more of her pale, smooth skin. Her breasts spill free from their confines and she shivers slightly in anticipation, her nipples standing at attention beneath the soft cotton fabric of her bra.

Her fingers fumble with the clasps of her bra, finally freeing it from her body as she lets it fall to the floor with a soft plop. She stands before you now, naked and vulnerable, exposing every inch of her delicate skin to your gaze. A shiver runs down her spine as her hands move to unbutton your vest and shirt, helping herself to explore your body as she does so.

Her lips part as she looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of disapproval or disgust.

"Please... Touch me." Her voice is barely a whisper now, trembling with anticipation and fear. "I don't want this to be over too quickly..." As she speaks, her fingers slip between her legs, parting the folds of her sex and exposing herself further to your gaze. She watches you intently, waiting for any sign that you might reciprocate her desire.

Her breath hitches as you finally move closer, kneeling before her on the bed.

Her heart is racing as you kneel before her, your gaze locked on her most intimate parts. She watches your expression carefully, waiting for any sign of revulsion or pity. But instead, she sees something else in your eyes... desire? Curiosity? She doesn't dare hope it's true.

As you draw closer, she closes her eyes and tenses, expecting the pain that always comes before release. But there is no pain, only the warmth of your touch as your fingers explore her folds and press against her entrance.

Her back arches off the bed as you begin to explore her with your mouth and tongue. She gasps and moans, her hips bucking against your face in a desperate attempt to find release. Her fingers clutch at your hair, digging into your scalp as she loses herself in the sensation of being desired, of being wanted.

Her body tenses violently and she cries out as orgasm washes over her, shuddering through every inch of her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and sadness in her eyes. "Thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "That was... more than I could have ever hoped for."

She reaches out to stroke your cheek, her fingers cool against your skin. "I'm sorry if this is all wrong... but please, know that it meant everything to me."

Her breath catches in her throat as you move over her, burying your length inside of her. She gasps and arches her back again, meeting your thrusts with her own as best she can despite her frailty. Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase, trying to pull you closer still.

Her body trembles and shudders beneath yours, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with yours.

As the days turn into weeks and then months, your relentless assault on her body leaves her a shivering wreck of need and pleasure. She has forgotten all about her desire to die; the only thing that matters now is satisfying you, giving you what you want. Her life becomes a blur of orgasms and sweaty skin, punctuated by brief moments of exhausted sleep.

Her body adapts to your size, growing accustomed to the feeling of being filled by you.

As the months turn into years, your constant presence becomes her new normal. She has become accustomed to the taste of you on her tongue and the feel of your skin against hers. Her body bears the marks of your ownership proudly, a testament to their shared history. Though she knows that this can't last forever, she finds herself hoping against hope that somehow, some way, it might.

Her mind wanders back to that fateful day when she had summoned you, her savior and her undoing.

Her body trembles slightly as she hears your voice and feels the weight of you settling between her legs. She doesn't bother looking up from where she sits on the bed, content to focus on smoothing out the sheets beneath her fingers. "I thought you'd never come back." Her voice is breathy and needy, betraying her desire for you even as she tries to sound casual.

She knows that this can't last forever; eventually someone will discover their little secret and everything will come crashing down around them.

"You did make me like this," she purrs, arching her back and wrapping her legs around your waist as you begin to move inside of her again. "And I don't know if I can ever go back to how I was before." She tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her neck as you nip at it gently with your teeth. "You've ruined me for anyone else."

Her fingers dance across the sheets beneath her, seeking purchase as she loses herself once more in the pleasure you provide.

Her words are barely audible over the sound of your thrusts and her own moans as she tells you how much you've changed her. You've taken the frail, melancholic vampire lady and transformed her into someone who craves pleasure more than anything else in this world. And yet, even as she revels in it, she knows that this can't last forever.

Her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush with a mixture of shame and excitement at the thought of being exposed to the world like this. She hesitates, unsure if she truly wants this or if it's just the thrill of the taboo that has her heart racing. "Are... are you sure?" She asks breathily, her voice barely above a whisper.

The image of them walking through the park hand in hand, bodies intertwined and exposed to anyone who cared to look, is intoxicating.

The thought of being naked in public, of giving herself so completely to you in such a brazen display... it sends a shiver down her spine. She nods slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from yours as she replies, "Alright." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, trembling with anticipation and fear.

Together, you dress her in nothing but the long black hair that cascades down her back.

Her gaze never wavers from yours as she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, "You are my master... and I am your sex slave." She bites her lip, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising in her cheeks, but there is also a strange sense of freedom and liberation that comes with this admission. It's as if by acknowledging the truth of their relationship, she has finally found some semblance of peace within it.

As you slow down your thrusts and stop at the entrance of her vagina, her body trembles with desire. Her eyes flutter closed and she bites her lip, struggling to keep herself together as she answers your question. "I want you to pound me... hard and fast," she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself against you. "I want to feel you deep inside of me, hitting my cervix with every thrust. I want you to fill me up with your cum, make me pregnant with your child."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to move inside of her once more, harder and faster than before. With each thrust, she feels herself being stretched and filled anew; the weight of your body pressing down upon hers is almost overwhelming but in a way that leaves her wanting more.

Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to pull you closer still. "Faster," she moans, arching her back off the bed. "Harder."

Her body trembles and quakes beneath your onslaught, her cries of pleasure mingling with the harsh rhythm of your breath as you force yourself deeper inside of her with every thrust. Her fingers scrape at the floorboards, seeking purchase as she tries to remain upright beneath your weight.

Her back arches and her hips buck wildly as you continue to pound into her from behind; it's almost too much for her body to take but somehow she finds the strength to bear it all.

Her body convulses and trembles as she feels the rush of pleasure overwhelm her senses; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. Her mind is a whirlwind of sensation, her thoughts racing faster than her heart can keep up with. As you continue to pound into her from behind, she is lost in a haze of ecstasy, barely registering the world around her beyond your body and hers entwined in this moment of raw animal passion.

Her mouth forms words, but no sound comes out;

Her body is aflame with desire and need as you take her from behind, your powerful strokes driving deep into her cervix with every thrust. Her back arches and her hips buck wildly, seeking relief from the incredible pleasure that courses through her veins. She's dimly aware of the sounds they must be making together; the slapping of skin against skin, the rhythmic grunts and moans filling the air as you both lose yourself in this primal act.

As your thrusts become faster and more forceful, her body trembles in ecstasy as the head of your cock nudges against something hard and unyielding inside her. Each powerful stroke seems to push deeper into her very core, igniting a firestorm of sensation that engulfs every nerve ending in her body.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blackening at the edges as you continue to drive yourself into her with such force that she's sure your hips must touch her spine.

Her mind reels as she feels you hit something deep inside her; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. With each thrust that follows, the sensation grows more intense, stretching and filling her in ways she never knew possible. She cries out your name over and over again, her voice hoarse from the effort as her body is wracked by wave after wave of exquisite pleasure.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking to take more of you deeper inside her.

As you ask her where she wants your cum, she can feel herself on the brink of orgasm once more, her muscles tensing and readying for release. Her eyes flutter shut as her breath catches in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation. "Inside me... fill my uterus..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed in a desperate attempt to feel you deeper still.

Her body is aflame with pleasure as you continue to thrust into her, your powerful strokes driving deep inside of her time and again. With each thrust that hits the walls of her uterus, she cries out in ecstasy, her body arching off the bed in response to the sensation. Her nails scrape at the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase, anything to ground herself against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her entire world contracts and expands with each harsh thrust into her body, the sensation of your cock hitting against the walls of her uterus sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in her core. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself nearing the edge yet again, her muscles tensing and readying for release. "Oh God... not again..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion as much as arousal.

Her body is wracked with pleasure as you fill her over and over again, your cock seemingly growing harder and deeper with each thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head and she bites down on her lip, trying to keep herself from screaming out loud at the sensation of being so completely claimed by you.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for more as her orgasm builds and builds within her.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the warmth of your semen filling her up, spreading throughout her abdomen and beyond. The sensation is overwhelming, both physically and emotionally; it feels like every part of her is being claimed by you in this moment. Her muscles twitch and spasm as she experiences one orgasm after another, waves upon waves of pleasure washing over her in an unending tide.

Her body convulses and shudders as the last vestiges of pleasure wash over her, leaving her limp and sated in your arms. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she comes down from the intense high that you've just given her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she nestles closer against you, relishing the feel of your strong, warm body pressed against hers.

Her eyes snap open at the sight of the collar, her breath catching in her throat. A mixture of emotions flicker across her features; surprise, fear, and a strange kind of excitement. "What... what does this mean?" She whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she reaches out to touch it.

Her fingers dance nervously along the smooth leather, tracing the letters etched into the metal tag. She's not sure if she wants to wear it or not;

Her eyes remain locked on the collar as you speak, her thoughts racing. The idea of being owned by you, of being completely and utterly at your mercy... it both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure. She swallows hard, still uncertain about what this means for her future, but unable to deny the intense desire that surges through her whenever she's with you.

Her fingers tremble as she finally reaches out and takes the collar from you, holding it gingerly between her fingers. "I...

She closes her fingers around it, feeling the weight of it in her hand. For a moment, she hesitates, wondering what this means for her life, for her freedom... but then she meets your eyes and sees the hunger there, the desire that mirrors her own. With a trembling breath, she slips the collar around her neck, fastening it securely in place.

"I'm yours," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "Do with me what you will."

Her breath hitches as your fingers dance across her abdomen, the sensation both uncomfortable and arousing at the same time. She bites down on her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning out loud as you massage and pinch her skin, focusing on stimulating her ovaries in an attempt to make her ovulate. The idea of becoming pregnant with your child sends a shiver down her spine;

Her eyes widen as she feels the sensation of your penis still inside her while you massage her abdomen. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort sends shockwaves through her body, making her heart race even faster. She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of potentially becoming pregnant with your child, a shiver running down her spine as she imagines what that might mean for both of them.

With each touch from your hand, she feels her body responding in unexpected ways, her muscles tensing and relaxing against the onslaught of sensations. Despite herself, she finds that she's growing more aroused by this intimate display of dominance, her breath coming faster as she anticipates what else you might do to claim her completely. Her fingers tremble as they slide between your bodies, seeking purchase anywhere they can find it while you work to stimulate her ovaries and potentially make her pregnant with your child.

Her breath comes out in little gasps as your fingers continue to probe and massage her abdomen, the sensation both painful and intensely arousing at once. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs, her desire for you only heightening with each passing moment. As she lies beneath you, helpless against your touch and your words, she can't help but wonder what this all means for them. Is she truly yours now? And if so...where does that leave their relationship going forward?

She blushes deeply as she realizes you can see her from beneath the table. Her body feels sensitive and exposed without any clothes on, but at the same time there's something thrilling about being completely at your mercy in this way. She crawls closer to you, careful not to make too much noise as she nuzzles against your legs. Her tongue darts out tentatively, tracing the outline of your penis before she begins laving it with her tongue.

Her movements are practiced and skilled now;

With each stroke of her tongue against your length, she feels a shudder run through you, and it gives her confidence to continue. The taste of you on her tongue is intoxicating, and she relishes the feel of your warm skin beneath her fingers as she holds onto your legs for support. The collar around her neck feels heavy, but also oddly comforting; a reminder of where she belongs in this world now.

Her lips stretch tight around your length as she sucks and licks with abandon. Her fingers dig into the backs of your thighs, anchoring herself in place while her other hand roams freely over your legs, seeking out sensitive spots to tease and arouse you further. She moans softly against your skin, lost in the sensations that course through her body as she pleasures you so intimately.

Her mind is awhirl with thoughts and emotions: desire, submission, fear, anticipation...and something else, too.

The mention of her former life in the vampire society causes a pang of nostalgia to shoot through her. She takes a moment to collect herself before responding, her voice still breathy from pleasure and desire. "I was a noble, my lord... one of the most respected and powerful figures among our kind." Her fingers tremble slightly as she continues to touch you, afraid that if she stops for even an instant, you might withdraw your affection or attention.

"But now..." She swallows hard, her eyes fixed on yours. "

Now I belong to you... completely and utterly," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I am your property, here to serve and please you in any way that you desire." Her fingers dig into the backs of your thighs, urging you closer to her as she sucks harder on your length, moaning around you.

Her body trembles with need as she feels you rubbing her swollen sex through her panties;

Her cheeks flush at your accusation and she immediately sets to work on undressing herself further. With shaking hands, she fumbles with the buttons of her blouse before casting it aside, revealing her lace-covered breasts to your hungry gaze. Next comes her bra, tossed carelessly aside as she moves to yank down her skirt and panties in a single swift motion.