Sure, what could possibly go wrong?

The girl seemed trustworthy enough and Poron needed all the help he could get.

“Alright.”

Camilla smiled. “A wise decision. Come here.” She moved towards a rather comfy looking chair near the fireplace. Poron didn't really have any choice but to follow at this point.

Camilla wasted no time pulling Poron into her lap. She was gentle, but Poron could still tell that she had remarkable strength.

“Now”, she purred. “Ideally I would ask you to try and not squirm. I will endeavor to be as gentle as I can be, alright?”

“Y-yes?”

“Good boy.”

Camilla grabbed Poron's right hand and popped his index finger into her mouth. For a moment there was just a bit of licking, until Poron noticed a sharp pain.

The blonde girl had nicked his finger and was now actively sucking on it. It was a weird feeling. Was that what she meant by drinking?

Camilla for her part let out a pleasant moan, a she licked Poron's finger clean. “You are delicious.”

At this point Poron was at a complete loss for words. Well, not completely. “I...I am?”, he managed to stammer out.

Camilla started to caress the back of Poron's head, while her other hand slipped inside his shirt. It felt surprisingly nice.

“This...” She tugged at Poron's shirt. “Will need to come of.”

“Umm...ok.” Was Poron supposed to undress himself? He was in a bit of an awkward position for that.

Camilla had the solution for that though as she slashed the front of Poron's shirt with her nails(?) She then stripped the remains of. “Hmm...nice.”

Poron was sufficiently terrified at this point.

“Remember...”, she purred. “No squirming.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good.” The girl nuzzled her nose into Poron's chest and inhaled deeply. From there she inched slowly upwards until she arrived at his neck.

“You are scared”, she whispered into his ears.

Poron gulped audibly. “I-I'm sorry...”

“It's fine. This vintage is the best. I don't think I can resist any longer.” With one smooth motion she lowered her head and plunged her fangs into Poron's neck.

Poron was of course surprised and yelped. But the girl had one hand on the back of his head and the other on his chest, making it impossible to escape. She was also still soothing him and it didn't hurt that much, so perhaps he should just remain still?

For a short time, the only sound was a soft sucking as Camilla enjoyed her drink.

Finally, the girl retracted her fangs and licked the last drops of blood from her lips. “I have to stop here, any more then this and you will collapse.”

Poron did indeed feel rather lightheaded. “W-was it good?”

“Definitely”, Camilla gave a rather animalistic grin. “It had been a long time since a victim let me drink willingly.” She extended a finger and gently traced along Poron's left nipple. “My apologies, I shouldn't call you a victim.”

“I-It's fine,” Poron replied. “Now, please help...my friend...ugh.”

Stating this Poron keeled over and felt straight into Camilla's chest.

“Oh my. I suppose I overdid it a bit after all. No matter.” The girl let out a chuckle. “Have no fear. I will hold up my end of the bargain.”