[F4F] Lament of the undying Maiden - A Vampire Tale

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The silence is nigh deafening. Only the rattling of chains confining my very existance to this rotting cellar dare break it. How many winters have passed since my imprisonment I cannot tell. A hundred? A thousand? Once I was timeless, wooed by eternity with youth's tender kiss, but all that is left of me now is a starving husk in tattered silk. My salvation has become my never-ending curse. No matter how much I yearned to embrace death, I couldn't die. My body persisted while my sanity began to crumble.

I barely remember what the world used to be like, but I was never able to forget this insatiable hunger gnawing on me like a starving rat on rotting scrubs in the dark. It's different from when I felt this desire for the first time. Back then it used to be more of a whisper I was able to act on whenever nightfall came, but now it consumes me. I feel weak, broken, folded in myself. My own body tortures me hour by hour, trapping me in what remains of my once so proud and beautiful shell.

But almost as much as blood I crave something just as sweet and oh so forbidden. The flesh of young gentlemen and fair maiden alike used to call to me and I followed its song that so easily put me under its spell. Once I learned that it's easier to give in to these desires I felt powerful - powerful seducing my prey, powerful in giving myself to them, submitting to their whim before I sunk my teeth deep in. I desired to be claimed ere I tried to satisfy that unquenchable thirst that loomed over my impure existance. And yet I had no chance to satisfy these cravings for an eternity.

Over time not only my body started to feel empty, a mere husk in the likeness of its former flawless beauty, but my mind started to wither and my memory deteriorated. Occasionally, while trying to cling to what remained of my sanity, I hummed away a melody I vividly associated to the sound of a small music box. Not many more memories stayed with me. I can't even recall how often I pressed out that melody past my pale, dry lips. The only thing I could clearly see beneath this veil of hunger was the desire, the thrill of the hunt that I used to feel, and those eyes that I could never forget...

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Can you feel it? The unease creeping down your spine as something ancient stirs in the dark?~

Hello and welcome! I'm Lia and tonight I'm looking for a brave partner who doesn't shy back from dealing with an accursed beauty whose thirst seemingly cannot be satisfied.

Dark, treacherous, mysterious. All these things are encapsuled by the seemingly young woman you encounter when you step into the room that served as her prison for longer than you could ever imagine. But what happens from here and who are you?

As you might have guessed tonight's story is a spin on a classic vampire tale drawing inspiration from gothic literature and Romanticism - with a modern twist perhaps? One possible way this could go down is that you recently inherited a house from a relative that passed away and, before you decide to move in or sell it, you look around the place only to discover me chained in the cellar. Of course a lot of questions arise. Who am I and why am I locked down here, in chains and tattered clothes that seem centuries out of fashion?

Maybe you are immortal, too, and are the person that confined me in here. After centuries, you decided to check in on me only to find me in a pitiful state, making you question how dangerous of a creature I truly was, how much danger I actually still posed.

However I'd react to encountering you could play out differently depending on the approach we'd like to follow. I could try to seduce you, playing the helpless damsel in distress until you got close enough to a point where I could try and reach your neck after you unlocked my shackles. Or maybe I'm afraid of you, especially if you bear a resemblance to the person that captured me in the first place. Perhaps something else about you haunts me: what if you bore a striking resemblance to my love all those centuries ago that I, in a fit of bloodlust, have drained of their life or whose loss has caused me to tread that path of darkness. Maybe you also look very similar to a former lover that was killed due to a forbidden romance between the two of us?

In midst of all the darkness surrounding the vampire and the cellar imprisoning her, maybe there's a shred of hope, a faint glimmer of light. What if you found me and didn't see the monster that feasts on humans? What if you tried to see the woman behind the creature's hunger? Could a vampire actually be tamed and my cold heart be warmed by finding a soul that complements my own corrupted one? Would you try to help me find my own way? Could I be the one helping you in the end?

I could see this story play out as either a tender lovestory between a vampire at the brink of insanity and her probably mortal savior, who approaches her carefully and, either sooner or after a while, offers to feed her some blood, but I could also see this go down a darker route with the person finding her or even her original captor taking advantage of her. They could be forcing her into submission and keeping her restrained, maybe even gagged a lot of the time, to render her defenseless and to subject her to their whim, using her hunger to their advantage.

As to why I find myself trapped there, who knows? Maybe it was someone trying to lock my unholy existance away from the world for eternity to protect the people outside from my hunger. Maybe it happened to be a jealous lover who wanted to keep me for themselves. Would I even remember after all this time?

Feel free to tell me any idea you'd have in mind regarding this prompt, I'm very excited to hear about them. None of the previous ideas are set in stone and we could decide to go with any premise or approach involving a vampire at its core. I'm quite open to hearing your ideas and find myself rather excited about coming up with a story together that we can both enjoy to its fullest! :)

There are many kinks that excite me and really get my blood boiling! Some of them include me being submissive, petplay (could include a muzzle that keeps me from trying to bite), humiliation, degradation, wholesome d/s, bondage, bdsm, collars and leashes, edging and denial, begging, chastity, spit play, hair-pulling, scratching, biting, soft blood play, spanking, rough sex and making out, anal (I'm a huge buttslut sometimes), name calling, pain, choking, riding crops, toys, rimming (giving), facials, creampies, body worship, threesomes/gangbangs, praise, gags, blindfolds, harnesses, heavy shackles, facesitting, freeuse, outfit control, forniphilia, rules, watersports, cuddling, aftercare, and so many, many more...!

My hard limits this time around are: misogyny, queerphobia of any kind, (finite) death and snuff, me being dominant, scat, vomit, pregnancy and out-of-rp-sexting.

I'm super excited to read from you and hear about your ideas regarding this prompt! I'm sure we can turn this into a fun story with lots of potential together! :)

As always trans and cis folks are equally welcome and appreciated! :)

Once again I really hope you enjoyed this prompt and I'm absolutely stoked to hear from you!

Love,

Lia.