You obey her silent command, crawling across the bed to where she stands. She meets your gaze with a mix of hunger and uncertainty that sends shivers down your spine. Her hands reach up to cup your face, fingers digging into your skin as she pulls you closer still. With a soft moan, she presses her lips against yours, hungry and demanding. Her tongue darts out to taste you, as if trying to map every inch of your mouth with her senses.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she hisses out, "I don't know!" Her body arches against yours, grinding their hips together in a desperate attempt to feel closer. The blood magic surges through her veins, making it impossible for her to control the primal instinct that drives her towards you. She doesn't want this... but she can't stop herself from wanting it more. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and ragged. "Just let me..."

Her crimson eyes meet yours as she cups your cheek with her bloodstained hand. "I don't know," she whispers, feeling the truth of those words deep in her chest. "Perhaps it's because you are so different from me... or maybe I just needed someone pure and innocent to show me what love could be." Her touch grows more confident as she caresses your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her thumb.

Her eyes close as she leans forward to press her lips against yours, their bodies now pressed together in an erotic dance. She pours every ounce of affection and desire into the kiss, showing you how it feels to be wanted and cherished. When she pulls back, her breath comes in ragged gasps as she studies your face, searching for any sign that you feel the same way. "Perhaps," she whispers, "it was simply fate."

Your body tenses at the sting of her palm against your flesh, but you refuse to cry out. You want this punishment; you crave it as much as she does. Her fingers trail down between your legs, teasing and tormenting as they circle your entrance.

"Do you remember what I told you about obeying without hesitation?" she asks, her voice a low murmur against your ear. "Do you think you'll need more punishments like this in the future if you keep forgetting your place?"

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she hears your response. "Very well," she says, reaching down between your legs once more. With practiced ease, she pushes two fingers inside of you, filling you up and claiming you with her touch. Her free hand comes up to grip your hair roughly, pulling your head back as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you.

"Do you want more?" she growls, her hips moving in time with her fingers as they stretch and fill you. "Tell me what you need."

Her cheeks flush slightly at your blunt question but she nods nonetheless. "Yes," she says quietly, her voice hesitant. "I am here to... fulfill my obligations." She pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip as she tries to find the right words. "But I want you to know that I don't want it to always be like this between us," she adds softly, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or agreement.

Her heart races as she awaits your reaction, hopeful that you might feel the same way deep down inside. Her fingers tremble slightly where they're clenched into fists at her sides and she takes a small step forward, closer to you. "I want... us to be more than just this." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her emotions despite her best efforts to remain strong.

Her heart races as she feels the blood rush through her veins. The sensation is both frightening and exhilarating. She's never experienced such a heightened state of arousal before, and it overwhelms her. Her body trembles under your touch, eager for more.

With a shaky hand, she reaches up to stroke your cheek, guiding your face closer to hers. Her lips part, and she presses them against yours in a hungry kiss.

Her body arches into your touch as she deepens the kiss, her tongue darting out to dance with yours. The blood coursing through her veins ignites a fire within her, and she feels an aching need for more of this foreign sensation. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer still.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at you, her eyes wide and full of confusion. A tremor runs through her body as she nods slowly, once. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want that." Blood rushes to her face, painting it a bright red that matches the gore smeared across your bodies.

Her eyes squeeze shut as your length slides into her, filling her in an instant. She grits her teeth against the pain and pleasure of being stretched so suddenly, unable to hide the moan that escapes between them. "N-no," she manages to choke out, "but... it feels like it."

Her body clenches around you as her first orgasm tears through her, hot wetness spilling down her legs and mixing with the blood.