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Nosferatu drooled pathetically.
It was embarrassing and demeaning to be put in such a position, especially by the individual that was essentially holding her hostage, but perhaps that was why she loved it so much.
She knelt before the Spectre, face squished up against its thigh. She shivered and felt her ears fold all on their own as the Spectre gently pat the space between them with a facsimile of care.
Nosferatu didn’t dare attempt to look up. Even when her chin was lifted up, she directed her gaze towards the ground.
“ N oS ferA t U . “ Spoke the garbled force of the Spectre. It tilted its head ever so slightly, clearly amused by the sight of the great Nosferatu in such a vulnerable state, “L oO k a T ME , mY d eA r.”
Without skipping a beat, Nosferatu obeyed her command. The Spectre’s.. form, if you could call it that, was constantly shifting and changing, never staying the same even just for a moment.
Nosferatu could see everything in that ephemeral manifestion of it. Her past with her fellow cursed vampires, her discovery of the Sin of Gluttony, the deal she had made with The Spectre.. all of it reflected back at her. A perfect mirror.
“… Y oU a R e M y fA voR i tE.” The Spectre confessed, her voice just a little softer, “T He otH eR ki Ller S BREAK and rOt.. buT yOu?”
It gave Nosferatu a quick peck on the nose, “yoU a rE a gO o d liTt l e tO y .”
“a Ll I nee D t O D o i s f e E d y oU a b iT oF thA t blOo d y oU l o Ve sO mUc H ,” She summoned the decaptitated head of a yellow-skinned robloxian out of thin air - the pizzaboy - Nosferatu’s mind supplied, even though it was very hazy and pounding. The sudden prospect of getting to consume blood for the first time this week also halved her brainpower significantly - she was practically running on humes and pure instinct right now.
The Spectre stuck its hand into the backside of the head, rummaging around for a bit before finally emerging with a hand dripping with blood.
Nosferatu vibrated with anticipation, just barely resisting the urge to jump up and suck all the blood off the Spectre’s hand herself.
“a nd yOu d O wHatEv eR i t e Ll yOu t o d O . “ The Spectre completed, “N o mAtt eR wha T .”
The Spectre stuck two of her fingers out in a gesture that vaguely resembled scissors, and went still.
Nosferatu hesitated for a few moments, her lip quivering and body trembling before she just couldn’t take the cloying scent of blood anymore and launched herself forward.
She began to suck on the Spectre’s fingers. Normally, she would feel very ashamed of herself for doing such a thing, but the lack of food she had recieved had heavily impaired her ability to think logically. In fact, her stomach began to feel warm and heavy as the sound of her desperately suckling filled the room.
Her thighs began to rub up against one another, and a blush overtook her face.
Eventually, the Spectre had to separate the two of them, a string of saliva still connecting Nosferatu to her fingers.
Nosferatu bit her lip, resisting the urge to whine. The taste of blood only made her want it more.
“T hA t’s enO u gh . “
But..
She felt an odd feeling of satisfaction and desire fill her. It made her feel dirty, but..
She wanted to keep feeling it over and over again.
“D o goo D iN y o uR nex T roU n d, AN d i w ill feE d y o U oN c e moR e . “ The Spectre reminded her.
Nosferatu nodded, and whimpered softly as The Spectre leaned in closer to her, whispering in her ear:
“I l ovE yoU.”
Then, before she could even reply, she was back in her room in the killer cabins, haphazardly placed on her bed.
She huffed before tucking herself under the covers and pulling her ruined trousers off.
…What? She needed SOME way to relieve herself..