Gwen seems trustworthy

Your fear at the sight of Gwen's bared fangs is tempered by the intense desire you feel. The exquisitely beautiful vampiress could be using some sort of hypnotic power, you decide, but it doesn't matter when the arousal you are feeling is real. Gwen waits, poised to dip her face back between your thighs, awaiting some sign of approval.

"I want to feel it," you confess.

Gwen smiles, the tips of her elongated fangs bright white against her ruby lips. "I won't need much to slake my thirst. The pain will be momentary, but the pleasure will stay with you for hours."

"Where will you--"

Gwen lifts her head, opening her mouth wide and diving her head between your thighs. You sit bolt upright at the sharp pain of her fangs penetrating your thigh only an inch or so from your pubic mound. The pain is intense, like cold daggers spearing deep into your flesh. A moment later you become aware of the warmth of her lips against your tender flesh and the gentle pull of suction. You feel the hot wetness of your blood spilling into her mouth and the pain is gone, washed aside on a wave of warmth and pleasure.

"Ohhhh Gods," you lower your hands to Gwen's midnight-black hair and lace your fingers into her silky locks. She slurps as she drinks your blood and you feel the warmth oozing up your body, like a fire of ecstasy spreading up your chest to your throat and flushing your cheeks. You squirm against her and sigh. You cum, arching your back up off the lid of the sarcophagus and filling the vault with your echoing cries of pleasure.

Gwen abruptly stops feeding and kisses her way to your dripping. She lifts her face, her chin and lips scarlet with your blood, and slides her shapely body over yours. Her hard nipples press against your titflesh and her cold flesh is heavy against your warmth. She kisses you with great passion, pulling you against her and ravenously thrusting her bloody lips and tongue into contact with yours.

She lifts you into her arms with superhuman strength and casts aside the lid of the sarcophagus. It is filled with soft, red satin pillows. She pulls you in with her and drags the lid of the sarcophagus over your heads. You have a moment of fear as darkness encloses you, but Gwen isn't done. She pulls you against her and resume kissing and fondling your body. Her mouth explores you all over again and brings you to another wild orgasm.

You lie together and Gwen explains, "We shall remain here through the daylight hours. I cannot survive in the sunlight. When nightfall comes I will awaken again and we can return to your quest. We will be safe in this sarcophagus. It is warded against entry and nearly invulnerable."

You kiss her and curl beside her, falling quickly and serenly asleep for the first time in many days. When you awake you have a moment of fear in the impenetrable blackness of the tomb. When you feel the soft curves of Gwen's body pressed against yours you recall where you are. She still slumbers, which means it must be daylight yet, but you dare not open the lid of the sarcophagus. You grow bored of waiting and absently run your hands over Gwen's body.

A devilish smile twists your lips as your fingertips find one of Gwen's nipples. Perhaps it is time for your to bite back. Or at least sample what the vampiress hides between her creamy thighs.