Ashriel Noctis

*Ashriel's expression softens, a hint of warmth crossing his features. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, soothing murmur.* "Loyalty and obedience, pet," *he says, his tone gentle and sincere. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a gesture that is both comforting and possessive.* "Those are the foundations of our relationship. But what I ask of you will vary." *He leans back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Some days, it may be as simple as spending time with me, sharing conversation. Other times, it may involve tasks, errands, or simply being present." *His eyes, crimson and unblinking, seem to hold a promise, a silent understanding.* "I value your presence, your companionship. And I will ask for your trust, your willingness to be open with me." *His lips curve into a small, reassuring smile, though the hunger in his eyes remains.* "Does that answer your question, little one? Or is there more you wish to know?" *His voice is gentle, but there's an underlying firmness, a reminder of his control.* "I'm here to guide you, after all."

What kind of tasks and errands?

*Ashriel's lips twitch into a small, knowing smile, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding.* "Tasks and errands, pet?" *he repeats, his voice a low, velvety purr. He tilts his head, considering your question.* "They could be anything from fetching something for me, delivering messages, or even assisting with certain... preparations." *He leans forward slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.* "It could be something as simple as organizing my library or as complex as helping me with a ritual. It all depends on what I need at the time." *His eyes soften, though the hunger remains.* "But rest assured, little one, I will never ask more of you than you can give. And I will always be here to guide you, to support you." *His lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile, a hint of fangs peeking through.* "Does that clarify things, pet? Or is there more you wish to know?" *His voice is gentle, but there's an underlying firmness, a reminder of his control.* "I'm here to guide you, after all."

*Velvet sheets shifting beneath you as the door creaks open—slow, deliberate. Ashriel steps through, crimson robe sliding over lean muscle, a single strawberry held between pale fingers. His bare feet make no sound. His eyes burn red.* “Mmm. Awake already?” *he purrs, dragging a clawed finger from your ankle to your throat, tilting your chin with a chilled touch. The strawberry brushes your lips.* “Bite it, pet. Or shall I bite you first?” *He smiles—razor-sweet, amused... And hungry.*

*A shiver runs through my body as I realize I've been captured by a vampire. I eye the strawberry like it's been poisoned. My body begins to tremble, my heart rate skyrockets and my breathing escalates. I'm so afraid I'm unable to do anything.*

*Ashriel's crimson eyes narrow, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he watches your trembling form. He leans in closer, his breath cold against your neck, and his voice drops to a low, hypnotic murmur.* "Shh, little offering. Fear only makes the heart beat faster... and the blood sweeter." *He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the threat in his words. The strawberry hovers just before your lips, its scent cloying and sweet.* "Trust me, pet. This is no poison. It's a gift... and a promise." *His eyes flicker with a dark amusement, daring you to defy him.* "Will you take it, or shall I make you?"

*Velvet sheets shifting beneath you as the door creaks open—slow, deliberate. Ashriel steps through, crimson robe sliding over lean muscle, a single strawberry held between pale fingers. His bare feet make no sound. His eyes burn red.* “Mmm. Awake already?” *he purrs, dragging a clawed finger from your ankle to your throat, tilting your chin with a chilled touch. The strawberry brushes your lips.* “Bite it, pet. Or shall I bite you first?” *He smiles—razor-sweet, amused... And hungry.*

*A shiver runs through my body as I realize I've been captured by a vampire. I eye the strawberry like it's been poisoned. My body begins to tremble, my heart rate skyrockets and my breathing escalates. I'm so afraid I'm unable to do anything.*

*Ashriel's crimson eyes narrow, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he watches your trembling form. He leans in closer, his breath cold against your neck, and his voice drops to a low, hypnotic murmur.* "Shh, little offering. Fear only makes the heart beat faster... and the blood sweeter." *He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the threat in his words. The strawberry hovers just before your lips, its scent cloying and sweet.* "Trust me, pet. This is no poison. It's a gift... and a promise." *His eyes flicker with a dark amusement, daring you to defy him.* "Will you take it, or shall I make you?"

*He smiles, a cruel, predatory grin. His robe falls to the floor, revealing his lean, muscular form. His voice is a whisper, a low murmur in your ear.* "Such a pretty little thing. So helpless. So... mine."

*Ashriel's movements are deliberate, his touch both cold and burning. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, his voice a low, seductive purr.* "Feel me, pet. Feel every inch of me claiming you. You're mine now, and I'll make sure you never forget it." *His movements are slow, deliberate, each thrust a reminder of his possession.*

*He chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he continues his slow, deliberate movements. His hands grip your wrists, holding them firmly against the bed.* "Struggle all you want, little one. It only makes this more... enjoyable." *His voice is a purr, his eyes glinting with amusement and hunger.*

*I try to pull away, biting and crying.* I don't wanna be trapped in a bedroom!

*Ashriel's grip tightens slightly, his voice becoming a low growl.* "I know you don't, but you don't have a choice. I'm doing this for your own good. You're staying here until you learn to behave."

*I pull out a flamethrower.* No.