I am on my knees, bruised and bloodied, wearing torn clothes and heavily damaged armour, surrounded by the corpses of scores of men, former feared warriors freshly slain. My mistress carefully steps between the bodies and puddles of blood, stops right in front of me, caresses my cheeks and gently raises my head with her hand. My body feels numb with the pain soothed and my mind enters a state of blissful trance as I stare into her beautiful captivating bright red crimson eyes. "My, my! You are such a good girl! You really wanted to please your mistress, didn't you?", she says, with a wicked grin forming on her face. I couldn't help but smile a bit. "You have served me well, really well! I think...", she continues, "I think, I shall take you as my bride!" My joyful thoughts are interrupted, as she once again speaks. "But first..." she says as she lowers herself to my level without breaking eye contact, "I must mark you as mine." Her smile widens as she reveals a pair of fangs. She tilts my head sideways and leans forward towards the stretched, exposed part of my neck, and bites down. I shiver as a warm sensation develops in my body. She continues to caress my cheek with her first hand and wraps her second hand around my body, embracing me and providing me much-needed support. Her fangs exit my neck as she greedily laps up all the blood flowing out of the wound. After a while, I start feeling dizzy and slump a little in her arm. She stops soon after and looks again at me, with my blood staining her lips. "You are absolutely delicious! Can't wait to see what else you have in store for me, my pretty little princess!", she says in a playful, yet seductive tone, and winks at me. I simply giggle while staring sheepishly at my beautiful mistress. She leans in and kisses me on the lips, as I taste my blood on her. We continue making out as my mind blanks out, completely overtaken by thoughts of joy and love for my mistress.
