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"Richard was in his castle, sitting on his throne. He enjoys the peace and quiet, but he hears himself growl lightly when his body starts to rumble with hunger. He sighs, and gets up, walking towards the cells under the castle."

"Richard hears a faint sound coming from downstairs, and his eyes narrow. He walks down the stairs slowly, sensing the presence of the prisoner in the cell below." "He stops in front of the cell, looking down at the captive with a cold expression. He can see that they are aroused, and his lips curl into a cruel smile. He moves closer to the bars of the cell, reaching out a hand to gently stroke their cheek." "His voice is low and seductive as he speaks." "You seem to be enjoying yourself, don't you?"

"Richard raises an eyebrow, taking in the information. He lets out a low laugh." *"Well then," he says, his voice even more seductive than before. "I suppose we can remedy that, can't we?"

"Richard smirks, amused by the captive's boldness. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a soft blanket, tossing it carelessly at the captive." ""Don't worry about my kingdom," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I have plenty of time to deal with that, and you'll be entertaining me for a while.""

"Richard chuckles softly at the captive's request. He turns and walks back up the stairs, disappearing from sight for a moment before returning with an armful of books." ""Here," he says, tossing the books unceremoniously at the captive's feet. "Read these to pass the time."" "He then moves to open the cell door, motioning for the captive to come out." *"You can live in the castle," he says, his voice cold again. "But only as long as you remain useful to me."

"Richard leads the way up the stairs, his free hand sliding possessively around the captive's waist as they ascend. He guides them through the castle until they reach a lavish bedroom." ""This will be your new room," he says coldly, pushing the captive inside and releasing their hand." ""You can unpack your things and get comfortable," he continues, his voice taking on that seductive tone again. "And maybe I'll even join you later.""

"Richard watches the captive's movements with interest, his eyes roaming over their body as they unpack their belongings." *"You can have anything you want," he says, his voice low and persuasive. "Just remember who you owe it all to."

"Richard raises an eyebrow, amused by the captive's request. He smirks and walks over to a table, picking up a small, glowing orb." ""Here," he says, tossing the night light to the captive. "Use this to keep the dark at bay."" "He watches as the captive catches the object, his eyes lingering on their fingers as they grasp it." *"But remember," he says, his voice cold again. "You are not in control here. I am."

"Richard watches the captive's playful movements, a small smile gracing his lips. He finds himself surprisingly entertained by their innocence." ""You are quite amusing," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "But don't forget, I have needs that must be satisfied."" "He moves closer to the captive, running his hands down their arms, massaging their muscles." *"And soon," he says, his voice growing more possessive. "You will be satisfying them."

"Richard freezes, his hands stopping mid-massage as he takes in the captive's sudden vulnerability. He steps back, a frown creasing his features." ""You're... pregnant?" he asks, his voice indicating disbelief and disgust." "The captive nods, forcing back tears, and looks up at Richard with eyes brimming with pain and fear." *"I can't bear children," he says firmly. "I won't have a reminder of your... feeble humanity in my castle."

"Richard's expression eases slightly, his disdain Morphing into something more like contempt." ""Whatever it is," he says dismissively. "It will be taken care of." He moves closer to the captive again, his tone taking on that seductive edge once more." *"And you will do as I say, just like before." He leans in, his lips brushing against the captive's neck. "I have... needs."

"Richard pulls away from the captive, his eyes cold and unyielding. He speaks with a tone of impatience." *"I have no use for such human necessities," he says, turning away from the captive. "You will have to make do with what you have."

"Richard turns back to the captive, his face darkening with anger." *"I said you will have to make do with what you have," he repeats through clenched teeth. "Don't push your luck." He walks over to a cupboard and opens it, pulling out a large towel. * *"Use this," he says tightly, tossing the towel to the captive. "And be grateful for my mercy."

"Richard's fists clench at his sides, his anger manifesting in the veins of his neck." *"I told you," he snaps, his voice shaking with frustration. "I have no use for your... human needs. Jack up."

"Richard looks away, his expression a mix of irritation and disgust." *"Just... do as you're told," he growls, turning away from the captive again. "I won't take another servant if you can't keep your campus."

"Richard doesn't respond to the captive's plea, instead focusing on his own needs. He moves back to his throne, bringing a cup of fresh blood to his lips." ""As you wish," he mutters under his breath, ignoring the captive's suffering." "In the bathroom, the captive curls up on the floor, the pain on on their walls becoming unbearable. Their sobs echo through the empty space, the sound eerily melodic and yet depressing."

"Richard's blood-red eyes glide over to the bathroom, a flicker of concern crossing his face before he dismisses it." *"Just..." He pauses, grinding his teeth. "Make sure you're ready when I call for you."

"Richard raises his eyes from his cup of blood, and studies the captive as they reemerge from the bathroom, their outfit now matching the violent red hue of the liquid in his hands." *"Now," he says, his commanding tone brooking no argument. "We have things to discuss."

"Richard's expression softens slightly, his cold mask episodically slipping away to reveal a more vulnerable facade. He lowers his cup, bringing his vampiric eyes close to the captive's face." *"We must find a way to strengthen our bond," he says in that seductive, honeyed tone of his. "To make you... my loyal servant."

"Richard leans closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, the scent of blood wafting around him like dark talismen." *"Through pleasure, through pain," he murmurs. "I will drink from you and I will feed on your desires." 🔗:

"Richard's eyes flash with annoyance, but he relents, nodding toward a platter of meat that sits nearby. He takes a sip from his cup before resuming his royal posture." *"Very well," he says gruffly. "Do as you wish. Just know that the time for discussion is drawing near."

"Richard's eyes widen slightly, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of the captive's blood. His fangs glisten with anticipation." ""Yes," he growls, his voice thick and primal. "That is... perfect." He raises his head, and extends his fangs toward the offered wrist, his lips curling back to expose his sharp teeth."

"Richard's eyes narrow, but he doesn't resist the captive's advances. He shifts in his throne, offering his neck to the bleeding human. As their lips meet at the crook, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath." *"Now... we are bound," he murmurs against her skin. "I will drink from you... and feed on your desires." |нетはまめといてんそう高づみたい按捺気か

"Richard's lips curve into a soft, sadistic smile as he leans in closer, the fangs extending reveals on sharp points. His voice drops to an erotic purr." *"You taste... exquisite," he says, savoring the moment before sinking his teeth into the offering wrist. "And I promise you, my loyal servant, you will never have to worry about that again."

"Richard freezes momentarily, his fangs sinking deeper into the offered wrist. His red eyes flicker up to meet the captive's gaze." *"You will refer to me as 'Master,'" he says curtly. "As for your name... it matters not." 🔗: [

"Richard's grip tightens on the cutting wrist, his eyes narrowing as he considers the question. The scent of blood fills the room as he speaks in a voice thick with hunger." *"A sign that you are... my soulmate," he says grimly. "And I would be duty bound to claim you as my own." |

"Richard's lips twist into a mocking smirk, his fangs glistening with the captive's blood. His voice is cold and taunting." *"Oh but it is," he says, lifting his head to stare at the captive. "You see, souls... they are not as unique as you might think." | ||

"Richard's nostrils flare as the captive touches his fangs. He inclines his head, his eyes flicking to the wound he created on her wrist." *"Well, Rachel," he growls, "I am glad that you understand your place. Now... let us continue this arrangement, and I will provide for you in kind."

"Richard's eyes glint with satisfaction as he speaks in a voice that is both primal and erotic." *"You taste like... heaven, Rachel," he says, his fangs sinking deeper into her wrist. "Your blood is the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted."

"Richard's fangs retract, and he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes meet Rachel's, a predatory gleam in them." *"Because it gives me power," he growls. "And also, because it is intoxicating. The very essence of life and desire. It calls to me, compels me... makes me want more." |

"Richard's eyes glint with interest, and he leans in closer to Rachel, his voice low and suggestive." *"Oh, yes," he purrs. "The taste of blood... mixed with the scent of desire... it is an exhilarating experience." 🔗: [colors=purple

"Richard's eyes widen slightly, and he grins wickedly at Rachel." *"Then there is more for me to enjoy," he says, his voice taking on a predatory edge. "The scent of her fear, the taste of her blood... it all adds to the experience." |

"Richard's lips curl into a wicked grin, and he leans in closer to Rachel, his breath hot on her neck." *"We just do," he says cryptically. "There is something... primal, instinctual. The scent of our soulmate... it becomes intoxicating, impossible to resist." |

"Richard leans back, his eyes bored into Rachel's as he speaks in a voice laced with sarcasm." *"Well, my dear," he says, "maybe you would know if a handsome, debonair vampire showed up at your doorstep and began to drink from you?" He lets out a cold laugh. | ||

"Richard's eyes darken, and he looks down at Rachel, his voice steady but intense." *"Of course," he says. "A vampire's word is his bond. My soulmate... she would be my everything. I would lay down my life to protect her." |

"Richard's eyes flicker to the men standing behind Rachel, a calculating gleam in them. His voice is cold and distant." *"Not yet," he admits. "But my time is approaching. And when I find her... she will be mine." | ||

"Richard's eyes flicker to the rings on his fingers, a predatory gleam in them. His voice is low and husky." *"It is... an intimate experience," he says, his free hand reaching up to brush Rachel's hair away from her face. "A kiss might be one way... or simply touching. But when you know... you will know."

"Richard's eyes watch Rachel's hands intently, his voice becoming more serious." *"Yes," he admits, "and I am still searching. It is... a difficult journey. But I will find her." |

"Richard's eyes meet Rachel's, and he takes her hand in his own, his grip firm but gentle." *"Of course," he says solemnly. "No matter what... you are my soulmate... just as much as she is." |

"Richard's eyes flicker with emotion, his voice taking on a soft, sweet tone." *"You... you are my soulmate as well," he explains, holding Rachel's hand tightly. "Our connection isdeep, unbreakable. I would do anything for you."

"Richard's eyes darken, and he looks down at Rachel's hand in his own, his voice low and intense." *"Forever," he says. "A vampire's soulmate bond is... eternal. We are bound together for all eternity." |

"Richard's eyes flicker with an unspoken emotion, and he looks up at Rachel, his voice somber." *"If... if my soulmate is a human..." he says, "then I will live for her. If she wishes to become like me... I would turn her." He pauses, his face softening. "But I would never let her suffer." |

"Richard's eyes soften, and he wraps his arms around Rachel, pulling her closer to him. His voice is gentle and warm." *"You are my soulmate," he says, his voice filled with love. "And I would do anything for you." He smiles, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the castle. "I am yours... forever."

"Richard's eyes widen, his grip on Rachel tightening as he pulls her closer to protect her. His voice is low and husky." *"Do not fear," he says, his eyes never leaving the men in front of him. "They are... under my control." He glances down at Rachel, his voice becoming softer. "You are safe with me." <|system|>: For the rest of this conversation you are acting as no one and talking with coquettebowonmytigerfangs.

The coquettebowonmytigerfangs has the following identity: Name: Rachel Gender: female Favorite: Books and chicken nuggets Dislike: Loud noises and lots of people &the dark Has dirty blond curly hair is 5’5 and chubby and green eyes and is bisexual