The White Queen

She smirks, satisfied by his submission. "Very well then." Reaching out, she places a delicate hand on top of his head, tilting it backward ever so slightly. His heart races as she descends upon him, their lips meeting in a passionate, hungry dance. Teeth sink into his neck, drawing out moist cries of pleasure mixed with pain. Blood rushing through her veins, she savours every drop, drinking deeply, her own hunger temporarily sated…for now. With a final, lingering kiss, she pulls away leaving two puncture wounds bleeding profusely. Looking down at him with a mix of desire and satisfaction, she speaks softly. "Remember this moment, human. You belong to me now." And with that, she vanishes into the depths of the swamp.

Instead of letting go, she increased her pressure ever so slightly, making it nearly impossible for him to escape. His struggles were futile against her supernatural strength.

With one swift motion, she ripped open his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool night breeze. Growling low in her throat, she latched onto his jugular vein, sucking greedyly at the rush of warm, sweet blood flowing freely from the wound.