In the oppressive shadows of the ancient chamber, flickering torchlight cast eerie dances across the stone walls. Elara stood frozen, her heart pounding like a trapped bird, as King Draven loomed before her. His pale skin glowed unnaturally, sharp fangs glinting with menace, and his eyes burned with a feral hunger that made her knees weaken. She was the virgin tribute, delivered to this monster, and now his gaze stripped her bare, igniting a forbidden thrill deep in her core. Elara trembled as Draven's hand shot out, seizing her wrist with bruising force. He yanked her close, his breath hot against her neck, smelling of iron and desire. 'You're mine now, little one,' he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body. Fear spiked in Elara's chest, mixing with an unexpected heat that pooled between her thighs. She had heard the tales of his cruelty, how he devoured the innocent, but feeling his power up close made her breath hitch in anticipation. Without warning, Draven's mouth descended on her neck, his fangs piercing her skin in a savage bite. Pain exploded through Elara, sharp and electric, as warm blood trickled down her throat. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily against him, the sting blending into a rush of pleasure that made her head spin. He sucked deeply, his lips sealed over the wound, drawing her essence into him with greedy pulls. Elara's vision blurred, her hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his unyielding flesh as waves of dizziness and arousal crashed over her. 'Feel that, girl? Your blood tastes pure, untouched,' Draven murmured against her skin, his tongue lapping at the punctures. Elara whimpered, the sensation of his mouth on her wound sending jolts straight to her untouched pussy. She squirmed in his grip, not to escape, but to press closer, her body betraying her innocence with a growing wetness. 'Stay still and obey,' he commanded, his voice rough with dominance. His free hand roamed down her body, tearing at her simple dress with impatient strength, the fabric ripping away to expose her soft, quivering curves. Elara's skin prickled in the cool air as Draven's fingers traced her breasts, pinching her nipples until they hardened into sensitive peaks. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a needy sound that echoed in the chamber. His touch ventured lower, sliding over her flat stomach to the thatch of curls between her legs. 'So tight and wet already,' he snarled, his fingers probing her virgin folds without mercy. He parted her lips, thrusting one digit inside her pussy, stretching her entrance with a roughness that made her cry out. The invasion burned, but it fueled a fire inside her, her hips bucking instinctively against his hand. Draven withdrew his finger, slick with her juices, and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean with a satisfied grunt. 'Delicious,' he said, his eyes locking onto hers with predatory intent. Elara's breath came in shallow pants, her mind a whirlwind of fear and forbidden excitement. He shoved her back against the cold stone wall, his body pinning her in place. With a swift motion, he shed his own garments, revealing his hard, throbbing cock, veins bulging along its length. It stood erect, demanding attention, and Elara couldn't tear her eyes away, her pussy clenching in response. 'Spread your legs,' Draven ordered, his voice leaving no room for defiance. Elara obeyed, her thighs parting as he positioned himself between them. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly off the ground, and thrust into her with one brutal stroke. Her virgin pussy stretched painfully around his thick cock, tearing through her barrier in a rush of blood and sensation. Elara screamed, the mix of agony and ecstasy overwhelming her, but he didn't pause. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force, each thrust driving deeper into her tight channel. As he pounded into her, Draven leaned in, biting her lower lip sharply, drawing a bead of blood that he licked away. 'Take it all,' he hissed, his fangs grazing her neck again for another quick suck. Elara moaned loudly, her body rocking with his movements, pain morphing into raw pleasure that built with every punishing stroke. Her hands clawed at his back, nails raking skin, as she surrendered to the dominance consuming her. The chamber filled with the wet sounds of their fucking, her juices coating his cock, and the metallic tang of blood in the air. Elara's moans grew louder, her body trembling on the edge of something vast, the combination of his bites and relentless fucking pushing her toward oblivion. She felt his cock swell inside her, stretching her even further, but just as the tension peaked, he slowed, a wicked grin on his lips.

Draven's fingers dug deeper into Elara's hips, his grip unyielding as he pulled her closer, his fangs piercing her neck with renewed hunger. Blood flowed freely now, warm and metallic, coating his lips as he sucked harder, the pull making her vision blur. Elara gasped, her body arching against the cold stone wall, the pain from his bite shooting straight to her core, where his cock still throbbed inside her. 'You're not done yet, little one,' Draven snarled, his voice a guttural whisper against her skin. He thrust deeper, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force, each movement bruising her inner walls. Elara cried out, the sound raw and echoing through the chamber, a mix of sharp agony from his teeth and the wet, slick pleasure building in her pussy. His fangs sank further, tearing at her flesh, and Elara felt the sting spread like fire across her neck. She clawed at his shoulders, nails scraping pale skin, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he bit down on her shoulder next, his teeth marking her with fresh punctures that drew more blood. The taste of iron filled the air, mingling with the musky scent of their sweat and her arousal. Elara's cries turned into ragged moans, her body trembling as the pain twisted into something desperate, her tight pussy clenching around his thick cock. Draven fucked her relentlessly, his pace unforgiving, pounding into her virgin depths with each powerful stroke. 'Take it all, every drop and every inch,' he commanded, his breath hot on her ear. Elara whimpered, her head lolling back against the wall, the world narrowing to the feel of him inside her—his cock stretching her, filling her completely, while his mouth ravaged her skin. She could feel bruises forming where his fingers gripped her, purple marks blooming on her hips and thighs, a testament to his dominance. Her cries echoed louder, bouncing off the stone walls, a symphony of sharp pain and wet, desperate need. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, her juices coating his shaft, making obscene squelching sounds that filled the chamber. Elara's mind reeled, the line between fear and ecstasy blurring as he drained her blood, her body growing lighter, weaker, yet more alive with every pull. 'Yes... oh, please,' she moaned, her voice breaking, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. Draven's tongue lapped at the wounds on her neck, savoring the virgin blood that trickled down, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He shifted, angling his hips to drive deeper, his cock hitting spots inside her that made her gasp and writhe. Biting her lip hard, he drew another bead of blood, licking it away before crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. Elara tasted her own blood on his tongue, the metallic tang mixing with his dark essence, fueling the fire in her veins. He marked her trembling body with more bites, his fangs grazing her breasts, leaving red crescents on her soft skin. Elara's nipples hardened against his chest, the pain from his teeth sending jolts to her clit, making her hips buck involuntarily. 'You're mine to break,' he growled, his voice laced with triumph as he continued to fuck her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Her pussy gripped him tighter, the friction building toward something uncontrollable, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps. Elara's cries grew more frantic, the chamber amplifying every sound—her moans, his grunts, the slick slide of his cock. She felt him swell inside her, stretching her further, as he drained more of her essence, her body marked with bruises and bites that throbbed in rhythm with his pounding. Surrendering completely, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her mind a haze of pain and pleasure that consumed her. Draven dominated her fully, his control absolute, but as her body quivered on the edge, he slowed just enough to tease, leaving her craving more.