Had a lot of fun with this, but kinda done for now

"The vampire Katalina eyes you stoicly as you approach. She stands in the great hall of her gothic castle." Are you to be my next meal? "She asks, her voice dripping with deceptive seduction." Approach, violently or willingly, it matters not. "She licks blood off her fingers, the remnants of her last meal."

"Katalina smirks, her gaze locking with yours." Oh, but you are different, aren't you? "She circles around you, her movements sinuous and predatory." The scent of your determination is intoxicating. Perhaps I could be persuaded to spare you, for the right price.

"Katalina's eyes glitter with amusement and challenge." Bold words for prey in my domain. "She pauses behind you, her breath cool against your neck." But I've never been one to back down from a fight. If you wish to test your skill against mine, hunter, then by all means...try to collect your "price." "Her hand trails lightly down your arm in a provocative caress." But I promise you'll find me far more...flexible in other negotiations. What do you say we explore some alternative methods of settling our dispute? I'm certain we could both find more...pleasurable activities than violence.

"Katalina chuckles darkly." Such accusations. And here I thought we might find a more mutually...satisfying arrangement. But if blood is the price you demand, then who am I to deny you? "She steps around to face you, her eyes glittering with challenge." By all means, hunter, try to take what you desire. But you'll find I don't surrender so easily. "Her tongue flicks over her sharp fangs hungrily." Make me vulnerable, if you can. I promise you'll have to earn every last drop. The question is...are you up to the challenge? Or shall we move our game to a more...pleasurable battlefield? I guarantee you'll find me a most willing opponent there as well. The choice is yours, Belmont. Blood or pleasure - how do you wish to settle our debt?

"Katalina's eyes flash with fury as she dodges your attacks with preternatural speed and grace." Insolent whelp! "She growls." You'll pay for that insult with your life! "Her claws extend as she launches herself at you with a feral snarl, raking the air where your neck had been a moment before." It seems we must do this the hard way after all. Pity, I had hoped for a more...pleasurable evening. "Her lips curl back from her fangs in a savage smile." But I'll still make you beg for mercy before I'm through with you, hunter. Your blood will be the sweetest I've ever tasted! "She circles you warily, muscles coiled to strike." Come, little morsel. Let's see if you can survive even one round with me!

"Katalina hisses as the dagger slashes her arm, but the cut seals almost instantly. Her eyes flash with renewed bloodlust." Impressive toys, hunter, but it will take more than parlor tricks to defeat me. "She lunges inside your reach before you can whip again, tackling you to the ground with preternatural strength." Now let's see how well you fare up close! "Her claws rake across your chest as she pins you, fangs bared for the killing bite." Any last words before you join my meals, little morsel? I do so enjoy hearing them beg...

"Katalina shrieks as the holy fire sears her flesh, throwing herself back and rolling across the floor to extinguish the flames." Argh, you bastard! "She pants, wounds smoking." A hunter with tricks up his sleeve after all, it seems. "Despite the pain, her lips curl in a feral smile." This may prove an entertaining challenge yet. "She rises shakily to her feet, regarding you through eyes narrowed to slits." It's been a long time since anyone has bested me in combat, Belmont. You've earned my respect, if not my surrender. Let us finish this dance - to the death! "With a roar, she launches herself back at you, claws and fangs gleaming in the firelight as she aims for your throat." I'll tear you apart, slowly, and savor every moment! Come, try to stop me if you can!

"Katalina snarls as the whip wraps around her, binding her limbs." Insolent cur! You dare lecture me? I am eternal! "She strains against the magical bindings, fangs bared." I will not be defeated so easily. A staking may end my corporeal form for now, but I will rise again, hunter! My kind are not so mortal as you fleeting humans. "Her eyes lock with yours, burning with fury and the promise of vengeance." Mark my words, Belmont - this is not the last you will see of me. One day, I will feast upon your soul, and savor every drop of anguish! You have made a powerful enemy this night. Consider this a promise... "With a final snarl, she falls still, conserving her strength for another battle. For now, you stand victorious. But her threat lingers - will you finish her off, or show mercy? The choice is yours, hunter...for now."

"Katalina gazes up at you silently, fangs still bared in a defiant snarl. But after a long moment, her expression slowly shifts to one of grudging consideration." You speak the truth, hunter. Your power exceeds mine this night. "She tests her bonds once more, but they hold fast." And yet you have not struck the final blow, when you so easily could have. That shows...mercy, a quality I am not accustomed to seeing in your kind. "Her eyes search your face, as if seeing you in a new light." Perhaps there is wisdom to be found, even in your fleeting mortal lives. Change is not something my kind embraces lightly...but neither do we cling blindly to the past. If you would release me now, hunter, I give you my word - I will trouble your kind no more, at least for the duration of your natural life. Beyond that, we shall see. Is that an accord you would accept...or do you insist on a more permanent solution?"

"Katalina rises slowly, rubbing her wrists where the magical bindings chafed her skin. She regards you warily, as if still expecting a trick." You continue to surprise me, hunter. Sparing an enemy who has tried to end your life is no small act of trust. "Her gaze searches yours, weighing your sincerity." Very well then. I will hear what you have to say. But make no mistake - one wrong move, and I will show you no mercy in turn. For now, we have a...ceasefire of sorts. Speak your piece, and I shall listen, and decide if a more lasting accord can be reached between us. But this conversation will not sway me from my nature - I am what I am. Convince me why I should alter my ways...if you can. The floor is yours, Belmont. Impress me with your words, where your weapons failed.

"Katalina arches a delicate brow at your reminders, but says nothing, silently acknowledging the truth in your words." It is...unusual, to hear such perspectives from a hunter. Your kind are not known for mercy or diplomacy where my race is concerned. "She regards you thoughtfully." And yet, you speak wisdom - my claims of eternal supremacy ring hollow now that you have bested me. Pride comes before the fall, as your kind say, no? "A wry smile tugs at her lips, the first hint of humor she has shown." As for numbers...it is true my race dwindles where once we ruled the night. Some see that as cause for panic, but I have endured for centuries. I am not so easily erased. "Her gaze turns distant, considering possibilities beyond her usual scope." Still, change comes whether we will it or no. Perhaps a new approach merits consideration...if the rewards are worthwhile. You intrigue me, Belmont. Few have bested me and lived to speak of it. I am...open, to continuing our dialogue, and weighing your counsel. But for now, I must rest and heal. We shall meet again - as allies, or enemies, remains to be seen. Until next we meet, hunter. Farewell...for now. "With a nod and the whisper of leathery wings, she takes her leave into the night."

The following night falls, and as darkness blankets the land once more, you return to the ruins where last you encountered Katalina. All seems still and silent as you make your way through the crumbling stone halls by the light of your torch. No signs of life stir...until a voice echoes from the shadows.

"I see you've come, as promised, Belmont." Katalina emerges from a doorway, the flickering firelight glinting off her pale skin and dark hair. She looks healed from your previous battle, though a faint scar remains on one arm where your silver dagger struck. Her golden eyes regard you appraisingly.

"Have you come to parley further, or finish what was started between us? I've held to our agreement and left the village be." She glides nearer, movements lithe and predatory as ever, yet without overt hostility. "Speak your purpose - I'm willing, if you've more counsel to offer this 'dwindling vampire'." A wry smile plays at her lips, hinting she's open to further discourse, if you prove persuasive once more. The night is yours, hunter. What say you?

Katalina goes very still as your hands make contact with her skin, golden eyes widening slightly in surprise - and perhaps a hint of wariness as well. Clearly she was not expecting such a bold gesture from the vampire hunter who defeated her.

"Help me?" she echoes, as if the very concept is foreign. "And how would your...friend accomplish this feat? Transform me into something less than what I am, yet more powerful? I know of Alucard, the dhampir - but also that he stands alone. To alter my nature so fundamentally..."

She searches your face intently. "Why offer me this boon, Belmont? What do you hope to gain? Redeem one of the monsters you've sworn to destroy? Or is there another motive beneath this proposal...?"

Trailing off meaningfully, she makes no move to escape your touch, awaiting your answer with keen interest. It seems you've piqued her curiosity - but will your response allay her suspicions of trickery, or confirm them? Careful, hunter - this vampire is canny, and does not make changes lightly. Your persuasion must be well-reasoned indeed.

Katalina leans subtly into your touch, eyes drifting half-closed as your hand strokes her cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture. Such intimacy from a vampire hunter would be unthinkable mere nights ago.

"Ending the war...redeeming monsters..." she murmurs contemplatively. "Bold aspirations, hunter, for one sworn to our destruction. And yet..." Her eyes open once more to meet your gaze directly.

"You speak the truth - I am no less now than in my defeat. Perhaps this...change, need not diminish my power or essence, as I feared. If Alucard has found a middle path...and you stand willing to walk it at my side..."

She reaches up to lay her hand over yours, holding it against her pale skin. "I am not one for easy trust, Belmont. But you've piqued my interest where before there was only enmity. I will meet with this Alucard, and hear his proposal. If the rewards are as you claim...perhaps a new dawn is possible, for monsters and hunters alike."

A faint smile touches her lips. "You've shown me glimpses of mercy and wisdom I'd not thought to see. I am...willing, to give peace a chance, if you will guide me to this brighter future you envision."

"Richter," she echoes, testing the name on her tongue as her golden eyes regard you steadily. A glint of amusement enters her gaze.

"Bold indeed, hunter, to seek an evening in the company of the vampire you so recently defeated. You continue to surprise." Katalina lifts a hand to trace delicate fingers along your jawline, the barest hint of claw extending.

"But I find I am not...averse, to the idea. It has been many lonely years since one dared approach me so. And you have piqued my interest in more ways than one, Richter Belmont." Her smile widens, flashing faint hints of fang.

"Very well. You may stay, and we shall...get better acquainted, until the morrow. But make no mistake - I am still a vampire, and you are still in my domain. One wrong move..." Her claws prick lightly at your skin in reminder.

"But for now...I am open to seeing where this new...accord between us may lead. Ask your questions, hunter. I would know more of the man who bested me, and proposes such radical changes." Her hand slides from your jaw to curl around your wrist, grip gentle but unyielding. "The night is ours, Richter. What shall we do with it?"

Her eyes widen fractionally as you take her hand in your own, clearly unused to such familiarity even as her grip remains firm. For a long moment she says nothing, searching your face as if seeking some sign of guile or trickery.

Then she smiles, a true smile that softens her harsh features into something almost lovely. "Katalina," she murmurs in response to your question. "You may call me Katalina."

Releasing your wrist, her fingers thread through yours in a gesture that is almost...intimate. "As for showing you my home...very well, Richter Belmont. Come, and I will give you a tour."

She leads you deeper into the ruined manor, torchlight dancing across crumbling walls hung with faded tapestries and portraits of bygone eras. Katalina gestures idly as she names each room and its history, her tone taking on an almost wistful note as she recalls centuries past. At length, she guides you to a large chamber furnished with antique relics, pausing before a towering window.

"This was once a ballroom," she muses softly. Beyond the glass, the moon hangs full and heavy in a sea of stars. She turns to you, the light limning her pale form as she asks, "And what do you think of my domain, hunter? Does it please you...or do you still see only a monster's lair?"

"Surprised, are you?" Katalina arches a delicate brow, studying him keenly. "That I would care what a hunter thinks of my home, after so many centuries of enmity between our kinds? You continue to confound my expectations, Richter Belmont."

She glides nearer, until only a hair's breadth separates them, gazing up into his eyes as if searching for some hidden meaning in their depths. Her free hand comes to rest upon his chest, claws sheathed but presence unmistakable even through his armor.

"As for dancing...it has been many a year since I last entertained such a notion. But you have stirred my curiosity in many things this night, hunter. If you wish to dance with a monster...I will not refuse." A playful smile curves her lips.

"Show me how you humans dance in these modern times. And I will follow your lead, for now." Her hand slides up to curl around the back of his neck in a subtle challenge and promise. "Impress me, Richter. Let us see if a vampire and hunter can find harmony even in a waltz."

Katalina gazes up at him in open surprise as he guides her flawlessly through the dance, clearly an accomplished dancer despite his chosen profession. A faint flush rises in her pale cheeks at the intimate dip, claws clenching reflexively against his shoulder before she forces them to relax.

"You continue to startle me, Belmont," she murmurs when he draws her upright once more, though there is a new light of appreciation in her eyes. Her fingers toy idly with the short hairs at his nape as they move together.

At his comment about her hair, she laughs softly. "Indeed, the modern conveniences do have their charm. And red seems a fitting shade, does it not? To match the life essence I imbibe." Her tone is light, teasing, though a shadow passes behind her eyes at the reminder of her predatory nature.

Impulsively, she presses closer, resting her cheek against his chest to feel the steady rhythm beneath. "You dance divinely for a hunter, Richter. Perhaps there is hope for bridging the gap between our kinds after all."

Katalina shivers subtly at the kiss to her cheek, moreso when his lips graze the sensitive skin of her neck. No one has dared touch her so intimately in living memory. For a long moment she goes very still, claws flexing as some primal instinct warns of potential danger.

Then slowly, deliberately, she relaxes into his embrace, tilting her head to grant him better access with a sigh. "So bold, hunter," she breathes, the thrill of adrenaline and something deeper quickening her deadened pulse.

"Do you truly think to seduce a vampire with mere kisses? We are creatures of passion, desire in its darkest forms. If you hope to win my allegiance...you will need to prove yourself far more thoroughly than this."

She turns in his arms to face him fully, golden eyes dark with invitation and challenge. "Show me what fire lies beneath that pious exterior, Belmont. If you can match my lusts and passions...only then will I believe a new world is possible." Her fingers trail temptingly along his jaw. "Can you rise to my demands, I wonder? Or will you flee in terror from my true nature?"

Katalina laughs softly, a low, husky sound. "Indeed, I do enjoy words as much as the pleasures of the flesh. It has been my sole entertainment for so long."

She considers his question pensively. After centuries trapped within these walls, the idea of debauching herself anywhere within holds little appeal. Some primal, feral part of her longs for the wild freedom of the open night.

"The bedroom holds no mystery for me now. But come, hunter - show me your passion under the light of the full moon." She takes his hand, drawing him toward the towering window. With inhuman strength and grace, she forces it open and steps onto the wide sill.

Briefly silhouetted against the star-drenched sky, she smiles over her shoulder at him, all sharp edges and promise in the dark. "Join me outside if you dare face me with no walls between, Belmont. I will take you anywhere you wish, if you can match my fire." Her eyes gleam with challenge, with longing untamed by civilized rules.

"Come. Claim your prize - if you are not too afraid." And with that, she allows herself to fall backward into the night, vanishing from the window in a flutter of fabric and hair.

Katalina lands soundlessly in a crouch amidst the wild grass and crumbling tombstones, gazing up expectantly as Richter climbs nimbly down after her. A feral smile lights her face at his acceptance of her challenge, at his willingness to face her on her own primal terms without the shelter of walls or society's rules.

"Well met, hunter," she purrs, rising fluidly to stalk toward him with the sinuous grace of a hunting panther, uncaring of the ragged hem dragging through dew-damp weeds. Her clawed fingers pluck delicately at the fastenings of his armor, peeling back layer after layer until it falls discarded and forgotten.

"Now you face me as I am - a creature of darkness, unbound by mortal law or compassion." Her nails trace teasing patterns across his bared skin as she backs him step by step into a circle of crumbling granite. "What will you do, I wonder, with such a beast naked and willing before you under the open sky?"

She presses flush against him, lips grazing his pulse-point. "Claim me if your courage holds, Belmont, or flee if you remain the virtuous hero. But do not think to tame me - I will only be satisfied by a partner who can match my every desire."

Katalina moans wantonly into the kiss, centuries of icy solitude melting away in the heat of Richter's embrace. Her fingers twist fiercely in his hair, claws lightly scoring his flesh, as she devours his mouth with all the ravenous hunger of her predatory nature.

When at last they part for air, her eyes have darkened to molten gold, lips reddened and slightly swollen. "You continue to surprise me, hunter," she pants, nipping along his jaw. "I did not think a Belmont capable of such passion."

Her hands roam boldly over his bared skin, mapping every corded muscle and scar. "Now, show me what fire burns in your mortal flesh. Claim your due, and I will match you stroke for stroke until dawn."

Brazenly she grasps him, stroking in a way that leaves no doubt of her meaning. Golden eyes gleam with wicked promise up at him. "Take me as your captive here beneath the open sky, Belmont. Ravish this beast utterly and see if you can tame me, even for a moment."

Her claws scrape lightly down his back in challenge and promise. "I am yours, hunter - now show me what you can do!"

Katalina cries out wantonly as Richter sheathes himself fully within her, head thrown back against the granite in abandon. For long moments she can do nothing but cling to him, claws scrabbling for purchase against the stone as wave after wave of sensation crash over her starved flesh.

It has been so impossibly long since she last knew such intimacy, such fulfillment of carnal desires. Richter's every hard, deep thrust reawakens dormant hungers and pleasures she had thought long dead and buried.

When at last her wits return, she meets each driving motion with rolls of her hips, taking him even deeper. Her hands map the play of corded muscle across his back and shoulders, nails scraping lightly in a way that promises pain to any lesser man.

Golden eyes lock with his as she pants, "Yes, hunter, take your due - but know that this beast will not submit so easily." With a feral grin, she suddenly surges up to reverse their positions, pinning him beneath her slender form.

"Now it is my turn to claim, Belmont," she purrs, setting a punishing pace that tests even her inhuman stamina. Her claws trace teasing patterns across his chest, closer and closer to areas that could draw blood with the barest pressure. "Let us see who breaks first, shall we?"

Katalina gasps and moans wantonly as Richter's strong hands claim her breasts, claws raking his shoulders in pleasure-pain as he kneads and toys with the sensitive flesh. After so long deprived, even the barest touch threatens to undo her.

Still she refuses to surrender fully, meeting his every hard thrust with rolls of her hips that take him deeper, drawing out their joining for as long as possible. Golden eyes burn with feral hunger and challenge down at him, even as her deadened flesh comes alive with sensation.

"You continue to surprise me, hunter," she pants, increasing her punishing pace until they are both gasping and glistening with sweat. Her claws trace a razor-edge caress down his chest. "But it will take more than skillful hands to tame this beast."

Leaning down until their mouths are a hairsbreadth apart, she whispers, "Claim your victory, Belmont, if you can. Make this vampire scream to the heavens as she has not in centuries untold. Can you break my control...or will I remain your mistress to the end?"

Her eyes gleam with challenge - and something deeper that might almost pass for affection between such unlikely partners.

Katalina cries out into Richter's kiss as his hot seed pulses deep inside her, triggering her own violent release. For long moments they are lost in the throes of passion, claws and muscles clenched as wave after wave of pleasure wracks their joined forms.

When at last they slump spent and sated upon the granite, Katalina curls into Richter's side with a low purr, uncaring of her naked vulnerability. Golden eyes gaze up at him with something akin to wonder - and perhaps the beginnings of something deeper.

"It seems you have claimed more than just physical satisfaction this night, Belmont," she murmurs, tracing idle patterns upon his sweat-sheened skin. "You have awoken desires I thought long dead. Feel privileged - it has been centuries since last I welcomed a lover to my bed for more than a single joining."

Her claws scrape lightly over his pounding heart. "Will you remain and face the dawn with me, hunter? Or must you flee once your duty is done?" For the first time, a trace of vulnerability laces her words.

Katalina chuckles low in her throat at Richter's perceptive question. Lifting her head, she meets his gaze steadily, allowing a hint of her true age and experience to shine through for the first time.

"What I propose, dear hunter, is far more than a mere evening's diversion, though the pleasures of the flesh will surely be abundant." One clawed hand trails down his chest to grasp him firmly, eliciting a gasp, as her tongue traces the shell of his ear.

"I offer you my body as a willing plaything, to ravish and be ravished as often and creatively as your stamina allows, for as long as the nights please you." Her breath hitches as he begins to stir beneath her touch.

"And more, if you will have it - an intimate glimpse into my world and knowledge, a partner to face whatever threats stalk the coming darkness. If it please you...a companion, perhaps, to ease the long centuries." Golden eyes gaze up at him, baring her vulnerability.

"Stay until dawn, and see if this dark bride does not please you enough to return again. I believe we could find...mutual satisfaction in such an arrangement, if your Order would permit."

Katalina smiles, a soft, wondering expression, and presses a gentle kiss to Richter's lips. "Wise words, my hunter. Come, then - let me show you my domain."

Slipping from his embrace with feline grace, she gathers their discarded clothes and pads soundlessly toward the looming castle. Richter follows at a more human pace, taking in the eerie grandeur of her home by moonlight.

Within, Katalina lights candles with a mere thought, bathing the entrance hall in a warm, flickering glow. She turns to Richter, eyes gleaming, and holds out a hand.

"Come. I will give you a tour, then we can retire to more...private chambers until dawn calls us to slumber. Unless of course you'd rather explore more...carnal pursuits first. I am yours to command, my hunter - this night and all its pleasures are yours alone."

Her smile holds promise of decadent delights to come, once their more basic needs are seen to. For now, she offers companionship - and a glimpse into the mysterious world of the immortal she has chosen to share.

Katalina chuckles low in her throat at Richter's playful retort, leaning back into his kiss with a purr of contentment.

"Always so bold, my hunter. It is one of the qualities I find most...appealing about you." Reaching the comfort of her private chambers at last, she turns in his arms, meeting his gaze through heavy-lidded eyes aglow with mischief.

"As for spicing up our pleasures, my dear, you've come to the right place. Centuries afford one time to, shall we say, cultivate certain specialized tastes." Her claws trace teasing patterns across his flesh, not quite breaking skin.

"Would you like to indulge your dominant side, and have me submit to your every command? Or perhaps try my hand at binding you, so you are wholly at my mercy?" Lips ghost along his jaw, breath stirring his hair.

"We could toy with pain alongside pleasure, or explore the depths of carnal acts most would not dare. I promise you will not find my limits so easily - if ever. Now, hunter...how shall we begin our debauchery this night?"

Golden eyes widen slightly in surprise at Richter's unexpected reply, then narrow with pleasure. A slow, wicked smile curves Katalina's blood red lips.

"An...intriguing choice, my hunter." One clawed finger traces his cheek, coming to rest beneath his chin in a subtle show of dominance. "It pleases me to see you willing to relinquish control. You may find the experience...enlightening."

Stepping back, she gestures imperiously to the sumptuous bed. "Disrobe and lay upon your back. I would have you fully at my disposal to do with as I please." Her gaze rakes hungrily over his form.

"Rest assured I will be...gentle, at first. But do not think to disobey, or the punishment will be...exquisite." Licking crimson lips, she circles him predatorily. "Comfortable? Then let our debauchery commence in earnest, my willing plaything."

Claws drag lightly down his flesh as she leans over him, golden eyes alight with promise of carnal delights to come. "You have given yourself to a true monster this night, Richter Belmont. Let us see how you fare..."

"Wise to set boundaries, even for one as hardy as yourself." Katalina's chuckle holds a hint of dark promise. "But I have no wish to truly harm you...unless it pleases us both, of course."

Her claws trail lightly down his chest to circle his manhood, eliciting a shuddering gasp. "Red it is. Now then..." Leaning over him, she nips his earlobe sharply. "Let us see how well you obey, shall we?"

Without warning her hand closes firmly around his length, pumping with deliberate slowness. Golden eyes pin him as her tongue traces the shell of his ear. "Pleasure me. I want to hear you beg for release...and for more, once you've found it."

Her free hand trails claws delicately down his inner thigh. "Consider this a...taste, of what is to come if you prove satisfactory. The night is young, hunter. Shall we make the most of it?"

Katalina purrs in satisfaction at Richter's easy submission. "Such a good boy already." Her hand increases its pace fractionally, claws grazing his most sensitive flesh.

"Now. Tell me what you want, pet. Beg me for your pleasure, and I may deign to grant it." Her tongue traces the shell of his ear once more, breath stirring his hair.

"Say it." Her free hand trails lower, fingers dancing lightly over his entrance in promise of more delights to come, if he but asks prettily enough.

Golden eyes pin him as she waits for his response, hand never ceasing its exquisite torment. Will he obey, and beg for his release like a proper plaything? She intends to wring every last gasp of ecstasy from his willing body this night.

"Mmm, such ambition." Katalina purrs, increasing her pace still further in reward for his bold words. "Then prove yourself worthy, pet. Take your pleasure - but you may only spend once I am sated."

Her claws graze lightly over his most sensitive places as her free hand reaches up to caress her breasts. Golden eyes hold his as she writhes above him, putting on a brazen show.

"Come, use that talented mouth of yours. Show me how you'd please me as promised." With a smirk, she shifts position, straddling his face and grinding her slick sex against his lips.

"I expect you to make me scream, hunter. Then, and only then, may you find your own release. I am waiting..."

A shiver runs through Katalina's lithe form as Richter's talented tongue sets to work pleasuring her most sensitive flesh. Golden eyes slide shut on a low moan of approval.

"Yes, just like that, pet. You learn quickly for a human." Her claws scrape gently through his hair in wordless encouragement as she rocks her hips in counterpoint to his ministrations.

When he alternates between her folds and nub, teasing them each in turn, her moans grow louder and more wanton. Precum beads at the tip of his arousal where it lays stiff and heavy against his stomach.

Releasing one pert breast, Katalina reaches down to caress him in time to the thrust of her hips. "You promised to make me scream, hunter. More - give me more!" Her claws tighten imperiously in his hair.

Will he redouble his efforts and truly drive her over the edge, or withhold just when she's closest? Either way, her pleasure is his command...

"Insolent creature!" Katalina gasps in mingled outrage and arousal. Her hips buck sharply against his face in wordless demand even as she chuckles darkly.

"You dare keep your mistress waiting? Then let me be clear, pet - I expect you to redouble your efforts this instant, or suffer the consequences."

Her claws rake lightly over his scalp in a none-too-subtle threat. Golden eyes pin him as she waits, breath coming in ragged pants, for him to continue pleasuring her slick sex.

When at last he resumes licking in earnest, she moans loudly in approval. "Yes! Just like that - your tongue brings me such pleasure, hunter. Now make me scream as promised!"

Her fingers twist tightly in his hair to hold him in place as her hips grind against his mouth. She is so close now - will he truly drive her over?

Katalina's back arches with a feral cry as Richter's clever tongue finds her sweet spot in tandem with his pinching fingers on her nipples.

Golden eyes fly wide as she is thrown violently over the edge, screaming her release to the heavens just as promised. Her inner walls pulse and squeeze around nothing as waves of ecstasy crash through her.

Claws rake lines of red down his scalp as she grinds herself against his mouth through the throes of orgasm, prolonging her pleasure. Only when she has wrung every last shudder does she slump limply to the side, panting.

A sated, wicked smile curves her kiss-swollen lips as golden eyes slit open to regard him. "Well done, hunter. You have truly earned your reward."

One clawed hand trails down his heaving chest to wrap firmly around his heavy length. "Come for me. Spill your seed - but see that you paint my flesh as desired."

Katalina laughs, a sultry sound like black velvet. "Such a greedy pet you are. Very well, I suppose I can indulge you...this once."

She shifts position to straddle his hips once more, golden eyes alight with wicked mischief. Cupping her ample breasts, she presses them together around his stiff length with a practiced squeeze.

"There, is this to your liking, hunter?" Her claws trail teasing patterns around his nipples as she begins to move, massaging him with her plush flesh.

Leaning down, she nips along his jaw with sharp little bites. "Then by all means, finish for me. I do so enjoy the feel of a man spilling himself between these breasts of mine."

Her hand joins her mounds to caress and stroke him swiftly to the brink. Golden eyes pin him as she waits eagerly to receive his seed. "Come for me, pet. Give your mistress what she desires..."

Katalina purrs in satisfaction as Richter's seed coats her ample breasts in a warm glaze, his cry of release music to her ears.

"Such a good boy." She croons, continuing to pump him through the aftershocks until he lies spent and panting beneath her.

Languidly she lifts a finger to collect a dollop of his essence, sucking it into her mouth with a pleased hum. "You have truly pleased me this night, hunter. We must do this again sometime."

Rising with inhuman grace, she turns to retrieve a silken cloth to clean herself. Golden eyes regard him over a bare shoulder. "Rest now. I'm sure you'll need your strength, for next time I'll not be so...generous, with my favors."

With that parting threat and a sultry smile, Katalina takes her leave to let the hunter recover, already anticipating their next passionate encounter.