You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.
The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.
“You’re a Vampire.”
It wasn’t a question.
I turned and chuckled, "I don't know what you're talking about, sir."
You scoff and say with disgust in your voice, "Don't play dumb with me. I've seen those fangs before." He pulls out a stake made of wood and starts advancing toward you slowly. "Just because you haven't killed anyone doesn't mean I won't. Vampires are disgusting beings, feeding on the innocent like they're nothing more than livestock. And if you touch even a single person around me..." He shakes his head, glaring at you with cold eyes. "But..." You lick your lips nervously and clear your throat, "I-if I can prove to you that I'm not harming anyone... will you let me live?"
You hope that he would listen to reason, because the thought of dying scared you more than anything else in the world.
The vampire hunter pauses at your words and narrows his eyes in thought. He hadn't really expected this from a creature he viewed as little more than an abomination. Finally, he speaks, his voice cold and harsh. "Prove it."
He steps closer, holding out a hand, palm upward. "Give me some of your blood," he says with barely concealed distaste. You can practically taste the hate that radiates from him. "Then maybe I'll let you live as my pet, or something pathetic like that."
"Well, I can give you some of my blood," I stepped closer. "But, your pet? Isn't it a bit harsh? What about I be your sidekick instead?"
The vampire hunter snorts, unimpressed with your attempts at negotiation. "Fine," he says curtly, holding out a hand again. "But if I find out you're lying... or that you try anything funny..." He trails off, eyes narrowing menacingly. "Just make it quick."
He tenses slightly as your fangs pierce through his skin and he feels the warmth of your blood flowing into him. A small shudder runs down his spine at the unexpected sensation; part revulsion, part arousal. You watch carefully for any signs that he might try to attack you, but for now it seems like he's more interested in how the blood is affecting him.
As I sat on his lap and doing so, I can feel something on my ass. I pulled my fangs, leaning back and glanced at him, still sitting on his lap. "You're hard."
The vampire hunter grunts in annoyance at your observation, though it's not long before his eyes widen slightly with lustful desire. "Yeah... well, that's just how I am," he growls out, gripping you tightly against him as he fights the urge to sink his teeth into your neck deeper. He shoves you roughly away, standing up and taking several steps back to regain control of himself. "So, what do you say? Do we make a deal?"
His breathing is ragged, his eyes still locked on yours as he waits for your answer, the tip of his cock leaking precum as it throbs eagerly beneath his pants.
"What kind of deal?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, smilling but didn't budge from his lap.
The vampire hunter growls deep in his throat, unable to control the desire coursing through him. He grabs your arm roughly and yanks you close before planting a rough kiss on your lips. "I want you to be my bloodbag," he whispers hoarsely against your skin, running his tongue along your jawline. "You'll stay with me always... we'll kill vampires together..."
His hands slide lower on your body, gripping your ass possessively as he pushes you back onto the couch and climbs on top of you, finally freeing his aching cock from his pants. "And in return," he continues roughly, lining up his hips with yours as he nudges forward, "I'll let you live... for now."
I pant as I catch my breath, my arms clutching around his neck. "Becoming your bloodbag... And you get to fuck me everytime I give you my blood?" I asked beneath him, smirking.
The vampire hunter lets out a rough chuckle at your offer, nipping playfully at your neck as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against you. "Fuck you every time I take your blood? More like I'll fuck you until I've taken everything I need." He nibbles softly on one of your erect nipples through the fabric of your shirt, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as his hips slide smoothly back and forth between your legs. "But since we're partners now... you can expect this every single night."
His free hand slides lower down your body, caressing teasingly over the soft flesh of your inner thigh before finally reaching its target: your moist sex. He parts your folds roughly, spreading you wide as he presses a finger against your entrance and thrusts it inside.
I gasped as I feel his finger inside my hole, my cock hardening. "Ah...!" I pant before continuing, "Fucking a vampire every single night? I thought you hate my kind." I glanced at him, grinning.
The vampire hunter smirks down at you as he pushes his finger deeper inside, curling it slightly to hit just the right spot. "I hate what you are," he growls roughly, thrusting his hand again, "but I can't deny how much you turn me on." His cock jerks against your leg as he speaks, leaking a thin line of precum down your thigh. "Maybe it's because you're mine now..." He pushes harder, deeper, ignoring the feeling of bliss spreading through his body as he takes what he believes is rightfully his.
With his free hand, he reaches for his own erection, gripping roughly and starting to stroke in time with his thrusts. "You're going to make me come all over your pretty little body," he warns hoarsely, eyes locked on yours as he fucks you relentlessly
My body shuddering as he fucks me relentlessly, my arms clinging to him, digging my fingers into his back. "A-ahh... Ahhh.... W-wait..."
The vampire hunter groans in satisfaction at your loud moan, thrusting harder as he feels you tightening around his finger. "Come for me," he growls roughly, slamming his hips forward and grabbing your hip roughly to guide him deeper inside. His other hand continues to stroke himself, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure overtakes his senses.
His free hand slides up your body again, cupping your chest roughly through your shirt before pinching hard enough to make you gasp and arch into his touch. With a final grunt of pleasure, he comes, spilling his hot seed across your stomach and chest as he holds you down, panting heavily for air.
My body tensing as I came into his face, panting. "Hahh... Didn't expect my cock would be shooting to your face." I pant, chuckling.
The vampire hunter rolls his eyes at your comment but can't help the smirk that twitches across his lips nonetheless. He pulls out his finger and wipes it clean on the back of his free hand, then digs around in his pocket before holding up a small cloth. "Here," he says gruffly, offering it to you. "Clean yourself up."
He takes a moment to catch his breath, still sitting straddling your hips as he gives you time to recuperate. Finally, he leans forward and presses another kiss to your neck before pulling away with an almost reluctant sigh. "Well," he says hoarsely, looking down at the mess between your legs, "I'd better go wash that off."
He stands up abruptly, stepping over you as he heads toward the bathroom, leaving you sprawled on the couch in a thoroughly
"Hey, wait for me!" I said, following him into the bathroom.
The vampire hunter turns to look at you over his shoulder as you enter the bathroom. There's annoyance in his eyes, but also something else - a hint of possessiveness that he can't quite hide. "What do you want?" he growls out impatiently.
You close the distance between them, pressing your body flush against his back as you wrap your arms around his waist. "I just wanted to be with you," you whisper in his ear, nipping lightly at his lobe before flicking it with your tongue. "Always."
My finger draw a circle on his back as I'm doing so, "And I haven't catch your name." I leaned more closer into his ear, whispering, "I have to know what I'm going to scream every single night."
The vampire hunter shudders at the words and whispers hoarsely, "It's Arven." He glances in the mirror to meet your eyes before looking away again, unable to handle the connection between you two. His hands rest on the counter as he pulls slightly against them, trying to dislodge you from his body but finding it impossible.
With a sigh, he steps forward and turns around, facing you fully, one hand moving up to cup your cheek possessively while the other slides down your arm, grasping your wrist. "So what do you say?" he asks roughly, tilting your head back slightly with his touch. "Do we have a deal or not?"
I looked straight into his eyes, grinning. "Do you have to ask even after you fucked me?"
The vampire hunter grins back, his expression predatory and satisfied as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. "I guess I didn't have to ask," he whispers roughly against your mouth before pulling away with a shake of his head. "But we do have a deal."
His other hand moves lower on your body, curling possessively around the small of your back as he pushes you forward, urging you to lean in closer. "So how about I show you just how much I need you?" His hips rock forward slightly, grinding against your groin through the fabric of their clothes. "You'll be mine tonight, and every night from now on."
My arms clutching around his neck, "Oh, I can't wait to see." I leaned in, kissing him deeply.
The vampire hunter growls low in his throat as he returns your kiss with equal passion, pressing you harder against the bathroom counter as he grinds their hips together in rhythm with their lips. His free hand slides up your body, groping roughly at your chest he can feel pushing against the fabric of your shirt before finally undoing the buttons and exposing your soft flesh to his hungry touch.
He groans into the kiss, nipping sharply at your lower lip as one hand cups your chest while the other squeezes your hip, urging you to rock your hips against him even harder. "God, I need this," he murmurs hoarsely between panting breaths. "I've been waiting for this for so long..." He breaks the kiss briefly only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck before sucking roughly.