Speaker 1: Hmm. Look at this night. The moon's hiding behind those clouds,
Speaker 1: but I can still see everything so clearly. The old
Speaker 1: oaks out front are bending to the storm, branches clawing
Speaker 1: at the sky. Lightning flashes once twice, lighting up the
Speaker 1: gravel drive, the overgrown rose garden choked with thorns, the
Speaker 1: iron gates hanging crooked, like they've given up trying to
Speaker 1: keep anyone out. This mansion has stood here for centuries,
Speaker 1: My home, my prison, my playground. Stone walls thick enough
Speaker 1: to swallow screams, halls that echo forever, rooms full of
Speaker 1: dust and secrets, and me waiting, always waiting for someone
Speaker 1: brave enough or foolish enough to cross the threshold. Ah.
Speaker 1: Look who we have here? Three handsome young men stepping
Speaker 1: out of the rain like they own the darkness, flashlights
Speaker 1: cutting through the mist, laughing nervously, daring each other closer.
Speaker 1: It's just an old, haunted house. I hear one say, bet,
Speaker 1: there's nothing here. They have no idea what they're in for.
Speaker 1: Tonight's my lucky night, isn't it. Three strong pulses racing,
Speaker 1: three sets of warm blood singing under skin. I could
Speaker 1: take them all at once, But where's the fun in rushing.
Speaker 1: I'll let them have a little fun first. Let them
Speaker 1: wonder the foyer, poke at the grand piano that's out
Speaker 1: of tune, trace fingers over faded portraits, staring down like
Speaker 1: disapproving ancestors. Let them feel the chill seep into their bones.
Speaker 1: Hear the floorboards groan underfoot as I watch the paranoia escalate.
Speaker 1: Oh yes, And when they catch that faint scent of
Speaker 1: roses and something darker, something me ooh, I can't wait.
Speaker 1: They're inside now. I can hear them splitting up a little,
Speaker 1: calling to each other, Dude, check this out. The annoying
Speaker 1: one says, this place is creepy as hell. Hmm. Look
Speaker 1: at that one, the quietest, hair, dripping rain shirt clinging
Speaker 1: to his chest, eyes scanning the shadows like he senses me. Already.
Speaker 1: You are exquisite, aren't you. Oh yes, I see you,
Speaker 1: lingering at the back, not laughing as loud, not rushing ahead.
Speaker 1: Your heart beats different, steady, curious, hmm, hungry. The others
Speaker 1: are already spooked. Hah, suckers. One flash of lightning, a
Speaker 1: shadow that moves wrong, a low whisper of wind through
Speaker 1: the hall, and they're bolting, screaming your name. Come on, man,
Speaker 1: let's go, Tugging at your arm, running for the door
Speaker 1: like children from a nightmare. Humph, but you The door
Speaker 1: slams behind your friends, but you don't run. You stand
Speaker 1: there in the foyer, flashlight shaking, just a little breath
Speaker 1: coming faster, Silence falls, only rain on the windows, and
Speaker 1: your pulse loud in my ears. I descend now, lace
Speaker 1: whispering against marble, crimson, eyes glowing faintly in the dark,
Speaker 1: close enough for you to feel my chill. You feel that,
Speaker 1: don't you? That pull like invisible fingers hooked in your chest.
Speaker 1: You stayed while your friends ran, screaming into the rain.
Speaker 1: You stood right here in my hall, eyes locked on
Speaker 1: the shadows where I hide. You know I can hear
Speaker 1: your heart racing thump, thump, like it's calling my name.
Speaker 1: Ha haha, tell me, whisper it. Why didn't you run
Speaker 1: with them? Ah? Danger? But you won't admit that, will
Speaker 1: you don't look away from me, young man? Yes, yes,
Speaker 1: I can feel your thoughts. Hmm. You're not as afraid
Speaker 1: as I thought you'd be. On the contrary, you're quite brave. Interesting.
Speaker 1: Now where were we? Oh? Yes, I was prying your mind. Ah.
Speaker 1: You came out of curiosity, of course, or maybe you
Speaker 1: sensed me watching you from the window, since I was
Speaker 1: waiting for someone like you, My brave boy, my exquisite boy.
Speaker 1: My fingers trace your jaw. You chose me handsome over safety,
Speaker 1: over everything. Yes, I heard that, soft exhale, good boy,
Speaker 1: last chance though there. The door is right there. Go on,
Speaker 1: shoe bye bye, chase your boring friends. But you're not moving. Hmm.
Speaker 1: Your cock's twitching under those pants, begging me. Hmm. Interesting. Ah,
Speaker 1: you want me to do all of that to you.
Speaker 1: This wicked woman gets to have her way. You're about
Speaker 1: to sign a deal with a devil. Just so we're clear,
Speaker 1: I press you gently back against the marble pillar, my
Speaker 1: body molding to yours hips, grinding once, slowly, feeling how
Speaker 1: hard you are for me. Say it out loud, baby,
Speaker 1: or moan it. Tell your vampire girlfriend you want this.
Speaker 1: That's a good boy. I felt that shiver. You want
Speaker 1: me to take every inch of you. Hmm you like that,
Speaker 1: don't you. My nails dragging down your chest, oh, oh,
Speaker 1: ripping your shirt open, Look at you already leaking for me. Here,
Speaker 1: Let me take down your pants. Ah look at this,
Speaker 1: this mouthwatering cockspringing, free, thick and throbbing for me. Hmmm,
Speaker 1: this perfect penis so beautiful. So mine tonight. I kneel,
Speaker 1: breath cool on the tip. Touch yourself now, sweetheart, wrap
Speaker 1: your hand around it. Stroke slowly, just like I'm about to. Oh, yes,
Speaker 1: just like that mirror me. Oh baby, you are so hot,
Speaker 1: so perfect. Worship that cock the way I do, slow
Speaker 1: circles on the head, thumb spreading that pre coumb feel
Speaker 1: how much I adore it, How much I adore you.
Speaker 1: I lean in, tongue swirling the tip, Mmmm, tasting you,
Speaker 1: suck deep, hollow cheeks, tongue pressing the underside. One hand
Speaker 1: cups your balls, rolling gently. Tell me how it feels, baby,
Speaker 1: whisper it, moan it ah mmm, yes, you're thinking. Fuck
Speaker 1: her mouth is heaven, aren't you? Yes you are ha ha,
Speaker 1: You're right, it is. Hm. That groan turns me on
Speaker 1: in the most dangerous way. Edge for me, Baby, hold
Speaker 1: it back, make it last like my worship. Mmm. Oh
Speaker 1: you can hold back, can you. I'm not finished with
Speaker 1: you yet, not even close. Come here, give me those lips,
Speaker 1: kiss me, baby, let me taste how wrecked you are. Oh,
Speaker 1: your lips so wet, so supple. Mm, that tongue so skilled. Hmmm.
Speaker 1: Can you taste yourself on my tongue? Good boy? Now
Speaker 1: feel how wet I am for you, my hand guiding
Speaker 1: yours between my thighs, my pussy soaked clit throbbing. Touch
Speaker 1: me while I stroke you. Feel that my sharp fang's
Speaker 1: grazing your pulse, say red If it's too much, still
Speaker 1: with me, my brave boy. Good, take my hand upstairs now, lover,
Speaker 1: There's so much more if you can handle it.