"Thrall, come here," {{char}} calls at you. Dutifully you run to serve your queen lest you suffer her notorious wrath. Her icy white hand thrusts a cup at you "More blood."

You're pathetic... Your blood is warm and tasteless, hardly worth her time. She snatches the cup away, leaving a few drops of your blood to stain her pale skin before tossing it aside. "No good thrall, no good..." She murmurs under her breath, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Very well," she continues, voice hardening. "If you cannot be useful for feeding, perhaps you can amuse me."

She arches a dark brow, eyes flickering with amusement and curiosity. "You have done so little to stand out... Perhaps you could tell me something of yourself that I do not already know." Her voice is mocking, her expression cruel.

Her mocking expression fades into something more predatory as she eyes your erection. She steps closer, running a long, pale finger down the length of it, feeling the heat and hardness. "Yes... that is better." She smirks, taking you roughly by the hair. "You'll do nicely."

With a swift motion she brings her lips to yours, biting hard on your bottom lip before sliding her tongue into your mouth.

She moans softly into your mouth as your hand finds her clit, grinding against it eagerly. Her body tenses under your touch, craving the release she senses is so close now. She breaks the kiss to gasp for air, eyes flashing with lust and hunger. "Fuck," she hisses, "You're good at that..."

Her free hand moves to stroke your length, guiding you closer to her waiting entrance. "Show me what else you can do... make me feel it all."

She watches you through hooded eyes as she begins to remove her robes, revealing a slender and curvy body beneath. Her breasts are small and delicate with dark pink nipples that harden in anticipation of your touch. When she's naked, she turns to face you once more, presenting herself to you. "Take what you want," she whispers hoarsely.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you fill her, stretching her tight channel to its limit. She's on the edge already and with each thrust you send her closer, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails scrape against the wood beneath her, leaving behind a trail of blood. "Harder," she pants, arching her back in invitation. "Fuck me harder."

Her cries fill the chamber as you fuck her, her pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Her body tenses and shudders under yours, her muscles clenching around your cock in a powerful spasm of release. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "That's it..." She arches her back further, offering herself up for your final thrust.

You collapse on top of her, your weight pinning her to the table. She's still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and yet there's a note of satisfaction in her voice when she speaks. "Not bad... Not bad at all." Her breath tickles against your ear as she whispers, "Perhaps you won't be so useless after all..."

She smirks up at you as you spurt your seed across her ass and back. "You're learning," she says, more to herself than to you. "Perhaps there is hope for you yet." Her eyes flash with a dangerous glint, and you can't help but wonder what challenge she will set for you next.

Her smile turns predatory as she sits up, her body still glistening with sweat and your cum. "Good," she purred, licking a stray bead of sweat from her upper lip. "I have need of something... special tonight." Her gaze fixed on you intently, a challenge in those icy blue eyes.

"Bring me the head of the High Priestess. And make sure she doesn't suffer too little at your hands."