Two emerald eyes gleamed at her. White fangs were bared in a silent snarl. She smiled at him in the darkness, knowing that he could not hurt her.
So this was her initiation test.
She felt her father's presence in her mind
*Kill him child, take all he has to offer, he is strong, strong enough to feed you properly, make me proud*
She looked down at herself; taking in the clothing her father had ordered the servants to dress her in. Her breasts were encased in a black leather corset, amplifying their size to maximum emphasis. The stays were pulled tight which not only pushed her breasts up but also drew attention to her tiny waist. She wore a long black skirt that was partially see-through, allowing tantalising glimpses of her firm legs as she moved. Her dainty feet were in black high heels.
Though she could see fairly well in the dark she wanted to study her prey and so lit a solitary candle. The flame was faint, throwing a soft pool of yellow light around the room.
She turned to examine the face belonging to those captivating green eyes. As her eyes focused on the vampire she drew in her breath sharply. His facial features looked as if they had been hand carved by angels, it was perfection in every way, save for a scar that ran the length of his face from eyebrow to mouth. Unable to resist she reached forwards to feel his jaw. He snapped his fangs at her and glared, causing the hasty removal of her hand from the reach of his fangs.
Instead of touching him she surveyed the rest of his body. Sculpted muscles were visible even through the black t-shirt he was wearing. His black jeans appeared to sport a nice bulge even though she could sense he was not yet aroused. Though he was tied down she could tell he brushed about six foot when standing.
She flicked a glance at the bonds that tied him. The magically reinforced chains could force a fully-grown werewolf to submission, so she did not fear that they could break. She noticed that he had burned his wrists trying to escape, a glance at his ankles confirmed that during his struggle for freedom he had used his own brand of magick and the cuffs had recoiled and burned him quite severely.
Her gaze was drawn back to his own only to see a sneer curving his face, "Afraid I'll get free and ravish you?" he spat.
She shook her head lightly, a twinge of a smile hovering at her lips, a smile of pity?
*Esmerelda what are you waiting for girl!*
**Father, leave me alone, I am playing**
*You should not play with your food, it is not seemly*
**And the way I kill isn't?**
She heard her father's snot of annoyance in her head again before he snapped,
*Just hurry up and finish, I'm going out, I expect him dead by the time I get back*
Esmerelda disconnected the mental link with her father as he left, then turned back to her meal.
"You do not ask what I am, nor why you are here." She stated quizzically.
"You are an enemy, and I will kill you before you do whatever you intend." The vampire scoffed arrogantly.
"In that case I should like to know the name of my killer," she purred, placing her hand lightly on his thigh.
She saw the debate in his eyes, whether to pull away and appear weak, or to endure her touch, he remained where he was. "My name is my business."
Esmerelda shrugged, "Then I shall name you."
Fire blazed in his eyes as anger coursed through his veins.
"Andron." She said decisively, "Nice strong name."
He ignored her until her hand on his thigh moved up to feel his goods.
"We are a big boy then aren't we?" she said with a smile.
He felt her hands smooth over the t-shirt before ripping it from neckline to hem, displaying his muscles for her viewing.
She trailed her fingertips over him, marvelling at the smooth, cold texture of his skin, until she found the light dusting of hair on his chest. It tickled her fingers and she giggled. Her hands dipped lower and lower until they reached his jeans. Slowly she dragged them down, noting that he wore nothing beneath.
Having done that she wished the remnants of his clothes away. His body was left gloriously naked and a neat folded pile of black clothes appeared at the foot of the bed. She moved them to the side table and then returned to him, sitting down by his waist.
Her eyes took a slow perusal of his body, widening almost imperceptibly as they took in the size of his prized manhood. That thing must be as long as her forearm! There was no way all that would fit inside her, not on her first time.
She moved the palms of her hands over his chest again, delighting in the way his muscles automatically flexed beneath her roving hands.
Her small hands closed around the base of his penis and she picked it up, as if to weigh it. She feathered the length with her delicate hands; unable to use just the one hand around him she used her two hands together.
She could feel the blood beginning to stir beneath the flesh in her hands and continued feathering for a bit before stopping.
The vampire fixed his gaze on her and she could feel him trying to probe her mind for answers, for weaknesses to exploit. His eyes widened slightly in pain as he probed too far and set off the magical restraints, burning his wrists and ankles badly.
"Now, now, poking around up here uninvited is not nice." She said, tapping the side of her head.
He watched as she undid the back of her corset, taking her own sweet time, and then saw her breasts emerge from their prison, almost springing free. She dropped the corset on the floor and removed the skirt too. Clad in only a black thong she turned back to him.
"You like what you see?" she asked.
"No." he lied. "Too skinny."
She gave a pointed look at his manhood, which had risen to half-mast. "Your body appears to think differently."
"Good thing my brains aren't down there then." He snapped.
She straddled his chest. "I'll put on weight after feeding." She said sweetly.
Esmerelda leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his chest, letting her long plait fall over her shoulder and land by his side. Then she giggled again and picked up her hair, letting the end of the plait tickle through the fine hairs on his chest, swirling it around his nipples.
She felt another psychic snap in the air as the cuffs prevented him from blasting her off him. The smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils as the cuffs snapped and cracked, turning his own magick back upon him.
"My little vamp is going to hurt himself real bad if he doesn't stop trying to use magick on me." She warned.
