>summary: The listener is a given to you as a tribute. Rather than simply draining him dry and tossing the husk aside, you're going to turn him, but not without leaving some marks.
>tone: purring. Occasionally maternal, more out of a desire to disgust the listener than any actual motherly instinct. You're dignified, until the listener begins bleeding. Be as condescending as you like, you're fifteen times as old as he is.

[if you can add in a door opening and the sound of heels on a stone floor, that would be amazing. Optional, but greatly appreciated]

"Hello, dear... [pause] How are you feeling? Hungry? You've been shackled to that table for well over a day now, I'd imagine you're not feeling too comfortable. Maybe a little delirious, certainly thirsty, and I certainly don't think your shoulders are in a particularly pleasant spot. [pause] Did I miss anything? Spine alright? Heartbeat strong? It's dark in here, but I hardly need it to see, and you needn't see at all. [pause, observing.] It's a nice carcass, I'm hoping I won't damage it. [murmur, groping the listener] I know my hands are cold, but they're much softer than the ropes. [pause] I'm glad to see /that's/ in good order, at least. I always hate it when my guards cut off blood flow. [pause] But I digress... Care to figure out where you are? Any memories you can piece together?"

"No? Let me remind you where we were. It was my time to demand a mortal as tribute, my lordly right. You presented yourself, no doubt to save some poor sweet village girl who has almost certainly forgotten you by now. [tutting] There's no need to get angry at me, poppet. I don't want to hurt you, but as the centuries continue, certain stories continue to repeat themselves. I just want you to make any decisions with full knowledge of the facts. Now, I doubt you want to exsanguinate on this table. [pause, chuckling] Again, stories repeat themselves. [pause, more seriously] No matter what happens, you will."

"The question is, what happens after? Will I clamber off of you, wipe myself clean of your various fluids, and write you off as another dull meal? Shall I lap at your neck until the tap runs dry, and leave like a disappointed kitten? There's a much more interesting idea, and you're the perfect specimen for it. [pause] I want to be a mother. [stifled laugh, amused, slightly disgusted] I don't mean in /that/ manner. Beyond the sheer absurdity of such a dalliance, I sincerely doubt it would work."

"No, dear child, I speak of more literal ties of blood. Mine shall replace yours, but first, we must get it out. [pause, growing more hungry and aroused] This will hurt, but to be perfectly honest, I don't care. Remember that each little cut into your flesh furthers my goals. Your service is acknowledged... and expected."

"First, a small cut to the chest. I'd tell you not to struggle- not that you can, but the formalities are important. [pause] How does mommy's knife feel? [small laugh of some description] That was just a scratch... merely a prelude to get things flowing. It looks lovely. Crimson bubbling out and forming little rivulets on your flesh before filling the grooves of the table. [pause, slightly rambly] The entire room is designed in such a way. A drop spilled on the table will wind it's way around the entire room before settling in a receptacle in the floor, and a young man's worth will highlight every path on the way. It's a something of a roundabout way to fill a glass, but it's quite a show to watch."

[sigh, irritated at own excited rambling, now more focused and predatory] "Another cut. Closer to the neck. Deeper. [sniffing] I know it's gauche to sample a meal early, but this is just too good. [licking, almost moaning] [firmly, more to yourself than listener] ENOUGH. And you, stop tempting me with your gasps and thrashing. Be dignified, or I'll stop being gentle."

[more lapping at the listener's wounds. Feel free to be as loud as you want with this, desperate, hungry, and feral. If the actual listener is uncomfortable, we've done our jobs. Feel free to interrupt yourself to slurp or moan as you continue towards the end.]

[kiss, then lovingly at first, moving towards hunger] "You're so warm! Even though you know that you can do nothing to change the outcome, you struggle for life. You're even desperate to reproduce, now of all times. [moan as you get onto the listener's somehow erect dick] What a shame to see such vibrancy [pause] end."

[indecisive, flipping wildly between thoughts, frantic] "You're hemorrhaging enough that I don't know what to do...  all of these drives are the same now. Hunger is lust is malice is greed. Do I let you bleed out? Ride you until you've lost enough that I can start feeding you? Drain you right here? [pause, calm, demanding] Beg. Beg me to ride you and then give life eternal. Beg me to become your new mother. [pause, appreciative murmuring]"

[moans as you ride the listener, bearing in mind that the he's beginning to bleed out, feel free to intersperse noises or commentary] "Oh no, no one's escaping mommy today. You will not die in my home, on my table, after all the effort I went to. [wince as breast is cut, possibly describe this better? I've not had occasion to make a cut in my nipple for someone to suckle from] Yeah, baby. Suck on it. Drink your fill." [more suckling if you like] 

"Night-night. I'm just going to leave you in here for a bit. I'll bring you something to eat later, but right now, my needs come first."

[heels on stone floor again, door closes]