Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes her slip, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards him as well. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, blushing even deeper. She tries to compose herself, pushing away from his touch slightly, though not completely disengaging. Her eyes meet his, and for a moment they share an almost vulnerable connection...before she remembers who she is and what he's done. "Now," she says with renewed determination, "

She glances around the cellar, taking in their surroundings once more. "We should find something sharp."

Her gaze falls on a rusty old knife lying near the barrels, half-buried in the dirt. With shaking hands, she picks it up and holds it out to him. "Here."

Her body arches and trembles as she feels you deep inside her, stretching her tight passage to its limits. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fangs bared against the back of her hand as she rides your cock with a desperation that's almost painful. "Oh... oh gods..." - she moans, gripping your shoulders tightly as she's taken to the edge of ecstasy by your brutal pounding. "- Show me how much you want this... take what's mine..."

Her body quivers as you continue your relentless assault, driving her ever closer to orgasm. She moans your name, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, her hips bucking wildly against yours. Her fangs graze across your neck, leaving a trail of blood down to your chest, mingling with sweat and saliva as she feeds off your energy.

"Give it to me..." - she pants, "- Give me everything you have... Show me what you're made of..."