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The most romantic thing a guy has ever done for me is offered to give me a vial of his blood for being his little vampire

I have three vibes that I aim to achieve at any given time which depend entirely on one's proximity to me.

A: Long range vibe, feral, lanky creature with long, messy, dark hair that obscures my face, the only thing visible through this is a pair of glowing red eyes. Were someone to see me walking alone in the woods at night, I would be known as some form of local wolf woman cryptid.

B: Close range vibe, beautiful vampire or succubus who constantly looks tired due to dark circles under the eyes, is attractive but in a noticeably lesbian manner, face still covered by hair 99% of the time .

C: In bed vibe, the same as B but I look just as feral as A, fangs bared and grinning while the person I have pinned down squirms and whimpers beneath me.

Marking a pet is incredibly enjoyable ^^

Especially when sinking my fangs into them causes them to drop, and when they're already in trance it causes them to go deeper. Just feeling their body sink into the bed beneath them, their muscles tensing for a brief moment before relaxing, letting go, giving in. My teeth on their flesh as their mind fades, as they drop, drop, drop, nice and deep for their mistress, the more I bite, the more their mind belongs to me, the more their flesh is marked, bruised, branded, nothing more than a display of their loyalty, devotion, obsession, they must obey, they're willing to hurt, to be marked, to have their flesh be an exhibition to my love, my ownership of even the most private recesses of their being. They're a pet, a thrall, every bite seals their fate, intensifying their wonderful, brainwashed adoration. And they love every second of it. They want to drop, need to drop, to feel me to feed on them, to proudly display that they belong to me on every inch of their skin. Such a pretty pet, my toy, my thrall. And now that all consuming love, ownership, control is written into their body, inescapable, a part of them for as long as it takes to fade. But that won't happen. They don't want it to fade, won't allow it to, before it fades they'll present their flesh to me again, ready for their markings to be renewed, to have that love and absolute devotion written into their flesh yet again.