Refuse to kiss her

You can feel the lust tugging at your body, the heat flushing your cheeks, your nipples stiffening inside the corset, and you don't like it. It's not real. This mysterious woman is using some manner of magic or charm on you.

You take a step back and the raven-haired elf cocks her head to one side with surprise. Her eyes flash with power and you feel the pull again. You want to tear open your corset, pull off your dress, and lay your naked body at her feet. You want to kiss her and ravish her and be ravished by her. And yet you resist.

You take another step away.

"No," you say, reaching behind you for the door.

In a blur she is on you, slamming your back against the door with a thump, her leg lifted so that her knee is between your legs and her thigh presses against your crotch. She takes hold of your face with both hands and smiles, revealing large fangs.

"Yess," she says. "I am a vampire. My name is Gwen, and you will submit to my will."

She tears open your corset and you gasp as your breasts spring out. She grasps your soft flesh with one hand and runs her tongue across your pursed lips. You feel fear still, but it is being drowned in a sea of lust.