Pretty pleaseeee could i request ben x (animalistic) vampire! Reader? Likeeee reader has bat ears, wings, maybe a little fur and rough leathery hands, big fangs, ect... just how would ben do with that kinda s/o? :p
May Eternity Only Be Granted with You
Ben Drowned X F! Vampire Reader (NSFW)
Blurb: Ben couldn't spend any longer wishing for the love of his life to manifest in a video game. It was finally time to leave the the family home and venture out in search of what he so desperantly needed ~ you.
Tags: Ben Drowned, F! Vampire reader, Jeff, EJ, Tim, Toby and Brian brief mention, vampire fangs, drunk Tim, aggressive/abusive Tim, pining Ben, bat wings, bush mention ;), reader has a lawwwt of fur, cunnilingus, penetrative vaginal sex, self pleasure, Ben has code in him cos duh compooter dude, incel Ben but without incel-traits lel.
A/N: Sorry this took me a decade to write. Initially I was going a differernt direction with it, then headcanons and then I settled on this version. I haven't written smut in a hawt minute so I apologsie if it doesn't flow as well, but I hope you enjoy anyways. And thank you anon for the suggestion, this was an interesting little challenge for me to write as it isnt something I'd have thought of myself, so thank you <3
So, as we know, Ben is a video game fanatic and would spend like 90% of his waking hours playing his fave tac shooter and mmos if he could ~ except for the part where he's told to actually do some work and scower files, collect data etc, whatever Slender and the others have him do.
And so, this leads into his idea of a perfect partner.
In any of his mmos, he usually always goes for a rogue type character, dressing himself up in cool armour, a typical Elvin look to emulate how he looks irl ~ pointed ears, pointed face, porcelain skin but would always muscle himself up a loooot more than he was in real life. Not to the point of looking like a brute, but just enough to have a sleeper build.
And he would always romance the slightly stranger, atypical characters - the shapeshifters, werewolves, faeries, and his real favourite, the vampires.
Now, he loved a good Domitrescu style vampire of course, I mean, who wouldn’t ~ so pale, so tall, just absolutely enchanting, exactly how they were designed and explained in folklore.
But his real type were the shapeshifter vampires, with big wings, claws that could tear him apart, and the fur on certain parts of the body. His mouth watered at the thought of where the ladies he romanced happy trail lead, like an arrow right to where he knew he needed to be.
He’d spend nights upon days fantasising about being with this type of woman, and how she’d be at home waiting for him, or finding a spot in the forest just for the two of them where they could lie together, throw their tasks to the wind and just enjoy each other’s company.
This wasn’t something he expressed to anyone, really ever. The person he was definitely closest in the cabin was Jeff, though these somewhat intimate conversations never really occurred, unless he wanted to get an earful of how stupid he was for even thinking he could get with someone, let alone any of that ‘fantasy crap’ as Jeff put it.
They lived with a literal half demon and had some level of ties with an eldritch horror…truthfully how far off was a shape shifting vampire at this point, he’d often wonder. But the argument really wasn’t worth it with any of the other proxies.
Jack might have been someone to talk to, maybe Toby at a push, but they were always so preoccupied with their own things, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to sit them down and confess to them.
The other men in the house didn’t bother anyone about their love lives, if they even had them. Ben wondered if the likes of Tim or Brian could even have the capacity to love someone else, or were they married to their craft. And Jeff would be a nightmare of a partner to both men and women. Toby was…Toby was Toby. There’d be someone out there for him ~ and he wasn’t even sure Jack could feel something like that? Maybe in a different way.
All of these thoughts would swim around Ben’s head in his spare time.
He’d always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, just of course, never expressed it, and given the nature of his situation really couldn’t.
“Perhaps if you go looking…you’ll truly never know what lies beyond these trees.” Jack had murmured, voice a deep drone and a tad muffled from his surgical mask as he fiddled with a pipette over Petri dishes.
“The forest is full of mystique…” he continued.
“You met a succubus once, yeah?” Ben interjected, a little antsy on his feet, worried Jack might pry and judge.
“Once, however I was not interested.” He stopped, turning around and pulling the mask down, sharp teeth on full show as he grinned Ben’s direction, leaning against the cold, sterile work bench behind him.
“Hah, should’ve sent her my way.” Ben chuffed, folding his arms, still shifting from foot to foot.
“Ah but you could not do something so fleeting, hm?” He moved toward Ben in a smooth motion, only to brush passed him to hang up a white coat, a few experimental stains strewn across it from god knows what.
Ben bristled, Jack always carried a strange cold air around him, quite literally ~ it too a second for him to understand what he’d meant, confusion morphing to a deep red below his pale cheeks, his eyes flickering to the floor and back up as Jack came back into view from behind him.
“You and I are one and the same, Benjamin,” he shifted his shoulders comfortably back before leaning up against a steel cot frame, expression quite neutral ~ no signs of judgement to be seen in his hollowed out sockets.
Ben exhaled, breathy, a little exasperated, clearly a tad uncomfortable and maybe regretful he brought this up at all, and Jack could tell, though it ought to have been brought to light eventually.
“I shall press you no longer, but do take up my recommendation. I know you do not tend to venture out of the home much, however I,” he paused, taking a moment before returning to his current train of thought, “I think you’ll find what you are in need of.”
Jack’s lips turned from a grin to something a lot softer, expression one of deep understanding ~ the usual cold air around him dissipating.
“Weirdin’ me out, old man.” Ben chuckled, the blush that had arisen earlier still dusting his cheeks, goosebumps now prickling the back of his neck and forearms.
Jack hummed in acknowledgement before nodding to the basement door, signalling Ben to go.
He did, without another word.
He’d tugged on a loose, grey beanie, the pointed tips of his ears peaking just beneath it, with equally as loose and baggy clothes. His dark wash jeans were wrecked and frayed but clean enough to wear a…time in a row, a burgundy hoodie from the bottom of his drawer and some converse-like shoes ~ covered in dirt from Jeff borrowing them from time to time, but he was going to be walking in dirt, so fuck it.
Jack’s words rang about his head, and to be honest, maybe he was right. This forest had some very, very strange properties when it came to the creatures and people (kind-of) it allowed inhabit it.
He’d seen a few strange things lurking around before, things that walked on three legs but crouched that’s face resembled that of a dog, a person, a horse, and whatever else all at the Sam time, some things that flew well above the tree tops with loud screeches and harpe wings, and then he’d heard stories of what Brian, Tim, Toby and Jeff would have to deal with ~ monsters supposedly triple times the size of them all combined, although he was fairly sure Jeff was exaggerating when he told those kinds of stories.
He shuffled his way out of his room, as quietly as he could. If anyone heard him, how the fuck was he supposed to explain, ‘Yeah so, I’m going out to see if my World of Warcraft wife is real…in the woods…near enough to the cabin…Yknow where I’ve never really been out and any time I have I haven’t ventured far at all and god, I hope I don’t get lost.’ So, tip toe around and hopefully he wouldn’t.
The Operator hadn’t really been…in touch as it were as of recent. So, hopefully he’d be able to sneak around without the big boss getting in his head too much.
Floorboards creaked from under him as his rubber toed feet lightly creeped down the stairs, cringing deeply as he held his breath.
He had just made it to the foyer before, “Fuck you think yer’ going?” A low whistle sounded from the expansive living room to his right.
“Out.” Ben mumbled, not turning his head to confront a likely very drunk, and possibly aggressive Tim.
He strode toward the door, hand just on the old, rotting wood door knob before Tim started up again.
“You never head out this late. Fuck’s gotten into you, boy?” His low carp rang off of the oak walls.
“I wanted a walk. Simple as.” Ben finally glanced over. Tim was propped up on one of the worn in, dark couches, neck of a beer bottle in a tight, near white knuckled grip.
“A walk? Since when do you want exercise, you rot in your room all fuckin’ day. You got a friend we don’t know about?”
Ben just really wanted to leave, turning his head back to the door, long blonde hair now covering his peripherals as he honed in on just getting out of the situation.
Jeff could deal with a drunk Tim, Brian even better. Ben really, really hated it.
So he just left, Tim’s slurred barking sounding through the not so thick walls, the door clicking shut and he was off.
He walked, and walked, and walked, checking his cracked phone to see how long it had been. He had earbuds in, but low ~ really had no idea what he’d encounter at this stage.
He kept going until parts of the forest began to change. It was still ever expansive, just how it had been described to him before. But it was becoming prettier, a lot prettier actually.
Ben found himself often looking up at the moon, looking at the way it shone through the thin and thick branches, and how they’d all wind and intertwine with each other.
It would shine on beds of moss with little mushroom rings soon visible.
The forest felt alive. And he knew it was to an extent, but not this alive. How the moon’s light bounced so beautifully over rocks and stones with shiny bits to them.
It felt as though the forest floor breathed at points, how the gentle wind rustled through, moving leaves atop the floor around his feet and around some of the trees’ roots. Some stuck out of the ground, mushrooms, long grass and some long stem flowers poking out from beneath them.
How could such beautiful spots be in such a dark forest, he wondered, when all he’d been told were the absolute horror shit shows that were his family’s experiences.
And that’s when he heard something.
He followed the sound, quick to turn his music off and take the buds out, very quietly following the soft sound of someone…a woman singing.
He made sure to avoid any and all crunchy leaves, tip toeing everywhere he could, staying behind thick tree trunks for fear of being spotted by anything.
Soon, he was at a very small clearing leading to a river bank, a small stir churning his stomach a little at the sight of the quick moving water.
Shaking it off, he craned his neck to see the source of the sound, jaw nearly slack as he looked a little further.
There was a woman kneeling at the stream-side, big lush wings covering the back of her, steel toed boots dug into the grass beneath her, keeping her steady.
She was reaching into the water, sipping away, pouring it over her face. Long nails…claws shimmered and bounced off of the moon and stars’ light as her hands returned back to the water.
She switched between singing something soft, a melody Ben didn’t recognise and humming the rest of it.
He lifted a foot to get a better stance where he was, but a twig quickly lifted with it, snapping as he placed his foot back down, cursing under his breath as he immediately ducked behind the thick tree.
Heavy, fast heart beats thrummed in his throat. Nerves flooding every part of his system as he could hear her rise to her feet.
She grunted rough, something akin to a snarl rang out into the air and Ben was shit-terrified.
His chest tightened, legs now stuck in place as he screamed at himself in his head to go, for his stupid legs to take him anywhere.
What if she was not what she seemed? What if she could-
A strong hand clamped around his mouth in an instant, sharp claws digging into the skin of his sunken cheek.
He couldn’t even let out a squeak before you spoke ~ voice hoarse and dark.
“Why were you watching me, little elf?”
What an interesting little creature, you thought as he squirmed in your tight hold.
You most certainly hadn’t seen him before. No elves had ever come near your territory, and truth be told, you had no idea elves even lived in these woodlands.
He hadn’t responded to your burning question, so you moved your pressing fingers and claws a little further passed his lips, keeping a strong hold on his jaw, your other hand splayed across his torso, keeping him tight to you. You wrapped your wings around the both of you, shielding other possibly predators from your so easy to catch prey.
You craned your neck to have your long, pointed ears near the side of his face, listening to him pant, squirm and so close to crying out.
“Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that,” you tutted, voice hushed, “I just want to know what a pretty little elf like you is doing all the way out here, hm?” You laid on a sickly sweet tone thick, lips near pressed to his cheek.
He was a very sweet little thing, hair brightly blonde, such pretty dark eyes, and he was only a little smaller and lean compared to you.
You were tall, broad, years of stress and hunting on your body pushing your muscles to grow stronger ~ and with your big wings you of course need to be built to lift yourself effectively, and with how heavy they can be.
He continued to stay speechless, and oh was it adorable, squirming in your arms like a nervous rabbit in the jowls of a wolf.
“I’ll change the question, little elf, what is your name?” You softened your voice, still keeping it sweet.
Your breath fanned warmly over the little hairs on Ben’s skin, only adding insult to injury of how insanely turned on he was already.
He should be fucking terrified, and he was, he really was. But every other instinct aside from that burned so much brighter as your hand encased his jaw, your claws nicking his cheek ~ your other hand so, so close to his stomach and god, lower if he could beg.
Words tied themselves at the back of his tongue, lodging in his throat as he tried to get any of how he was feeling out.
“B—Ben, my names Ben.” He panted, voice a high whisper, the tremble in his throat wavering his words.
Your arm tightened around his torso, just above crushing his rib cage, and a slither of something wet lapped a line over his cheek.
“You taste so, so sweet little elf, Ben,” you started, your victim’s name sounding so alluring, so delicate on your tongue.
“Are you afraid?” You moved your head, lips at the shell of his ear before you licked at it again, the tip of your slightly forked tongue pressing and swirling around the pointed tip of his ear.
Ben worried he might actually just die then and there without even getting to confess everything he needed so close to bursting from his chest.
He chuffed, heart beating in his throat before a hiccup caught in his throat, sounding out as a small whine.
Oh this did something delicious for you. Maybe you’d entice him more before taking his life, or maybe you’d keep him. He’d make such a pretty, obedient pet.
Ben just shook his head a little, not able to move much in your vice grip.
"Awww," you cooed, "really? Not often I have my pray not only dangled infront of me but in my claws and they aren't afraid." You opened your mouth wide, long fangs protruding from your top row of teeth now grazing his skin just above your nails.
"These could do some serious damage, little elf." your voice a low murmur.
Ben couldn't move even if he wanted to, you had him so tight to you, very...obvious breasts pressed to his back and now your teeth so close to him? He could feel himself leaking onto his briefs.
A scent you were picking up on moments ago began to ring clear to you, initially a little usnure as to why your prey wasn't trembling with fear, but indeed trembling with something else.
Well, this was new indeed ~ something you couldn't even deny you didn't mind, yourself. This would be so much fun.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up like that, I-" He stopped his yapping as soon as you lifted your index finger to press against his lips.
They were soft, perhaps a little chapped but so very sweet.
"I know you didn't darling, no one does."
The way your voice drawled fervidly, the vibrations from your chest and throat massaged his back.
If you didn't stop soon, or if Ben didn't try to stop whatever the hell was happening, he could easily finish and become this woman's food.
Within seconds, something snapped through your nervous system, the feeling of pins and needles began behind your eyes before the little elf you'd had in your clutches was now a few metres ahead of you, some parts of him pixelatedly coming back together ~ not something you had ever witnessed before.
You growled on instinct, adrenaline kicking in from fight or flight of this clearly magickal being.
"What have you come for?" You bellowed, now standing to your full height, your wings at full span, eyes so dark they blended well into the night sky above.
Ben winced at your tone shift, how loud you suddenly were, something in the back of his mind tugging at him, should he run all the way home, or try to confront her? Ask her what she is, who she is, her name and if he were to be able to get away, would he ever see her again?
She towered him by at least a foot, midnight hair cascading around her shoulders. She wore a plain tank top that stuck to her skin as though it were wet, hugging every part of her. Tufts of dark, soft looking hair sprung just below the tank top, a small bit above her very low risen jeans. From her claws, the same dark hair spiralled up and around her arms in such fantastical patterns, he couldn't take his eyes off her her.
"Nothing, I," Ben had to swallow before continuing, not so subtly oggling you before him, "I- just saw you...I was looking for someone like you..." the words tumbled out of his mouth in a long, exhilerated breath like he'd been in some trance.
The forest around the both of you stood silent, ancient and magnificent ~ a direct reflection for the creature residing amongst it, thought Ben.
You could not be afraid of this elf, his scent did not indicate a threat at all to you. Your shoulders relaxed just a little, wings sagging behind you as you took a small step forward.
"What could you possibly mean, little elf?" You raised a brow, now crossing your arms over your chest ~ boring your gaze into his, and by the way you continued to look at him, he would give up this information much easier than you'd initially thought.
"I need someone like you...I don't even know what I'm saying, I just have this feeling that I have to tell you."
Whatever had posessed Ben he would never know, but god, he was beyond captivated.
"You are so...you're like an angel." He breathed, still standing where he was but even from here under only the gentle glow of the moon was his deep reddened cheeks, and the earnest look in his eyes.
This had never, ever happened before, and to be quite honest, the whole ordeal stunned you.
You had so rarely been flattered in your long life, men would typically never dare to appraoch you for fear of having themselves torn in two, blood drained from their bodies, bones and remaining tissue tossed into the sea to be fish food.
But this little elf continued to surprise you.
“You compliment me so…flippantly, and yet…your words already seem a lot more sincere than many I’ve heard in my entire life.” You hear yourself say, words rolling off of your tongue, “do you really mean to tell me you do not fear me? I am nature’s abomination, I am life’s antithesis.” You stay strong in your stance despite relaxing, just a touch.
And it’s the way he looked up at you, as if you were the epitome of his solace, an anchor.
Something swelled in your chest, something so unfamiliar. Fear, it was most certainly not, but fear it you did.
You flared your nostrils, upper lip curled a little as you looked to him, watching him watch you, and every tiny inch you moved ~ this little elf would be some piece of work.
Ben had promised that he’d come visit you as often as he could, sounding so out of breath, so exasperated as he had left that night, like he’d fought for hours though all he had done was stare and talk.
You were initially so wary, meeting around the same place. Though his scent never soured when he was around, you couldn’t be so sure it wouldn’t.
The way he had moved from your arms the first night, and the bizarre sensations it had left on your skin, right down into your bones.
It had left you feeling so alive. Such a contradiction to the body your everlasting soul carried itself in, something dead, something walking, something breathing as though to imitate life with little to no warmth, no way to bleed.
And then how he’d spoken to you like you were already his everything and you’d only known him a moment. You’d threatened his life with your fangs and claws pressed to tightly to his throat and his scent sweetened…sweetened.
Your nights were no longer so lonely, and you’d only really just realised that.
You used to stalk these woods at night, revelling in the strangers you would drink from and tear apart.
You’d fly above the treetops, wings at full span and strength ~ you could see it all, the lights from neighbouring towns, hear all of the wild and wonderful calls from the many other animals who inhabited these woods and those in others.
A thought entered your mind as you awaited your little elf friend, you must take him to see all of this sometime.
Somehow that topic of conversation hadn’t meandered its way into your long reconciliations.
Tonight was to be no different, really.
It had been a few months of your meetings already. And my, how time had flown in.
How fond of this curious little creature you had become.
How curious he had become.
How warm your belly would feel particularly in the last few meetings.
He had been slowly inching closer night after night, until his arm had touched yours and he’d remarked how soft you were, how warm you felt.
You had never been so self conscious of the patterns on your arms, rife with fur.
But he’d traced them, said they were so beautiful, that he had never seen anything like it before, had never seen a woman like you before.
And you had sensed he’d meant every word.
Tonight you worse something a little looser, more comfortable, less guarded ~ for what reason had you to be?
Your long, white, near sheer skirt danced at your ankles, gently flowing in the light breeze of the August night, a small cream loose top doing the same.
Small rings adorned your toes and fingers, many passed down from your vampiric family’s generations, some with intricate designs mimicking the ones that adorned the fur atop your arms and the spiralled one atop your belly, leading like a soft guide up and down your torso.
Dewy moss pressed between your toes as you glided across the forest floor toward your usual meeting place, taking a seat on a flattened stone, surrounded by different families of fungi and colourful weeds as you awaited your elf.
“I know what you’re doing!!” roared Tim, the vein from his right brow to his sweat drenched hairline looking as though it may actually burst.
He swung at Ben, who was trying his best to avoid being slung down the long flight of spiral rickety stairs to the foyer.
He ducked, just missing Tim’s drunken throw, thankfully a little sloppy.
“What the fuck man??” Ben exclaimed, lithe form now dancing to a slightly safer part of the landing.
“You’re sharing our fuggin secrets with a stupid fuggin witch!! We don’t share our secrets Ben…we don’t go ‘n do that.” His words were slurring, Ben’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tried to blow off his very obviously inebriated and in an abusive mood ‘housemate’, or whatever.
“I’m not “sharing secrets” dude, whatever the hell that means,” he threw up his hands with dramatic air quotes, slowly edging his way back to the stairway as Tim stumbled his his way around, “and don’t you have some girl waiting around for you? The fuck you bothering me for?”
This had to be the boldest Ben had ever been, talking back to Tim really wasn’t something most people in the proxy line ever got away with.
Big daddy Tim never let anything get past him…except when he was passed out on the couch with a half empty bottle of bourbon slipping from his grip.
Brian didn’t bother him nearly as much recently, mostly just heeding him to watch his back as he’d gone into the woods. Was he hinting that Tim would come after him? Beat him within an inch of his life and have him patched up by Jack? Probably.
But even if that did happen, he’d have enough energy saved up to sorta glitch his way outta there, maybe have enough to take you with him.
Get the both of you out, to god knows where.
You were the only thing on his mind, ever anymore.
Jeff caught wind of it pretty early on, calling him ‘pussy whipped’. And fine, he was. Who cared?
Toby didn’t really bother him too much about it at all, actually. He’d even gone as far to ask about you, your name, innocently too from what Ben could devise ~ worry on his mind for only a moment before he could sense Toby was being serious, curious and actually rooting for him?
And he hadn’t seen Jack very much since the two of you had had your first encounter, only appearing when someone came home bloody and bruised, giving Ben little nods when their eyes met each others…or lack there of.
Tim tried to haul himself at Ben, shoving him into some drywall next to Jeff’s bedroom door, his shoulder almost going through it.
Ben groaned, teeth clenched and eyes shut tight as the reception of pain made its way through his code.
In seconds, Tim pressed a heavy, clammy palm to Ben’s cheek, pushing his head right into the wall before he closed in fully.
He tried to wiggle as much as he could, attempting to shoulder Tim off him, then swiping a leg against Tim’s shins but to no avail. He was twice the size of Ben in height and width, a pure wall of brute of fat and muscle from years of fighting and killing people that eventually led to killing off demons initially much stronger than him. But years upon years of that kind of shit does that to someone, bulks them up in such impossibly ways.
“Try to get out, stupid man whore! All for some pussy huh? You’d compromise us all for that??” He barked right into his ear, a light ringing soon following.
Ben winced, still trying to get a sloppy Tim to back the hell off.
Tim used his other hand to yank on Ben’s hair, pulling it as hard as he could.”
“Leave me the fuck alone, Tim!!” He screeched.
“Jeff, JEFF!” Ben desperately called out.
Tim grappled him, hands clamping either side of him before slamming him back into the drywall.
Ben cried out, arms stuck by his sides as Tim continued to press them into his sides.
Within seconds, a blur of grey-blue appeared behind Tim, yanking him off Ben and throwing him into another nearby wall, inches from the stairs.
Ben got out of there quicker than he thought he could, rushing past everything, down the stairs and straight out the door ~ right shoulder and head throbbing.
He didn’t bother to run once he made it to the woods, disappearing and reappearing closer and closer to where the two of you would meet. His heart thrummed in his ears, loud and unyielding as he got closer and closer.
Ben practically collapsed at your feet, appearing from nowhere. A heavy sob heaved from him as his back rose and fell, fingers trembling, gripping at the moss and weeds as he coughed and tried to ground himself.
Your hands were on him in a minute, kneeled next to him, a deep sense of unease and worry coursing through your veins.
“My little elf, what happened?” The pads of your fingers drew small circles to attempt to soothe him.
He shook under your touch, shivering and sniffling, not even lifting his head to meet your gaze.
You scooped him up in your arms as much as you could, pulling him into your lap, his hair loosely falling over his face, his tears wetting the strands laying atop your skirt.
“Ben, my dear, what happened, please tell me.” You pleaded gently, lifting your hand to move the blonde strands from his fair face.
His eyes were shut tight, black tears weeping down to his lips, though as they bled onto your skirt and into his hair, they became clear.
You wiped at them carefully, the tips of your claws only grazing his skin.
The ends of your dark hair hung over your shoulder, just tickling atop his head, like a curtain covering you both.
“I-I’m sorry for being late.” He sniffled though his softening sobs, fingers wrapped around your skirt fabric, clinging to you as though there was nothing else in this little cove of the forest worth holding onto.
You just shook your head, your hair swaying and gently moving across his face as a somber expression passed over your face.
“Do not apologise, Ben. I’m just happy you’re here.”
It took him another little while to gather himself before sitting up.
“You’re not as cold-skinned as you always claim.” Finally a little glimmer of a laugh lit up his words, though still through occasional sniffles.
A small, warm smile spread across your lips, a sympathetic twinkle in your eye lit by the moon above the both of you.
“Mm, was my lap comfortable?” You continued to speak in a hushed tone, something in you afraid to upset him any more than he already was.
“Warm…” he hummed, before just leaning in and resting himself against you.
Your eyes widened, a burst of warmth flooding through you as you hesitantly wrapped an arm around him, wings twitching a little behind your back, itching to cover the both of you.
Ben listened for a heart beat, and there was one but very, very slow, methodical ~ a deep, soft thrum.
He placed his hand just above your chest, fingers curling and brushing against your soft hair.
Here he could forget all about Tim, and Brian and the others, here he could just…be.
He mumbled something into your skin, his lips gently pressing against your small top.
The pads of his fingers brushing over your collarbone made your breath hitch in surprise ~ he had touched you before but not so close, not so…intimate.
The scent from him became overwhelming, a scent very similar to night you had ensnared him in your arms, crowded by your wings.
You noticed he began to push himself a little further into you, as if you could open a cavern on your torso to let him in.
“I—um, you…you smell really good.” Ben whispered, clearly flustered, his fingers hesitatingly moving a little further down from your collarbone, now toying with the hem of your little top.
You exhaled a small breath as his hand continued a little lower before the flat of his palm now rested against one of your breasts.
Your breaths mixed in the air, a small fog now between the two of you as the heat from both of you mingled with the cool night air.
As you tilted your head down, Ben instinctively looked up, his deep black eyes with the small red orbs half lidded as you noticed he’d started gently grinding himself against one of your thighs.
“My little e-heh-elf,” you panted sweetly, moving one of your hands to his hair, dragging your claws lightly against the base of his skull and down the back of his neck. This made him mewl, careening into your touch, his back arching as he continued to press his obvious erection against your skirt.
“Do you need something?” You sighed, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging a claw along his jaw before tipping his head further up to properly meet your gaze.
How could you even describe this little elf? The red orbs blew out, his lips parting though nothing except a small exhale and whine left.
Your stomach flipped, hard.
An urge to devour him in more ways than one hit you like a freight train.
Before long, you couldn’t stop yourself any longer, you dipped your head low to meet his, lips instantly pressing to his.
Ben couldn’t contain himself at all, all of this was so much, so, so much.
Your lips were searing hot against the forest’s cruel, cold night air, your thumb pressing into his cheek.
He needed to do something, anything.
Ben pushed himself up against your chest, hands splayed loosely, attempting to get a weak upper hand, and he looked so blissed out.
“What do you need, little elf?” You let him have his way, leaning back against the soft moss covered tree to act as your bed for the night.
Your voice rumbled so gently against the palms of his hands, only weakening him further.
“You…” he whined before his arms gave out, toppling onto you, his lips crashing against any bare skin he could manage, leaving sloppy, wet rings in their wake.
Gasps and little moans fell from your lips as you let him work his way further down your chest.
You’d dreamt of this a many a time since meeting your precious little elf. How his hands would feel against you, how he’d looked at you before with such an earnest look of what he’d do with you if you’d let him, and what he’d let you do to him. The scent he carried when he got too close, the tremble of his knees as when he stood beneath your gaze.
And right now you needed him more than anything you’d ever desired.
Ben pushed at your little top until it was just over your breasts, letting them spill out. They looked so heavy, so much in need of his hands to help warm them ~ he began kneading, tongue darting to the dark happy trail just below them leading down to your belly.
He truly was in his happy place, groaning into your skin, listening to your gentle calls. Every time you called him your ‘little elf’, his cock twitched, a little wet patch already visible through his sweats.
He’d picture you in every way he could when he’d get home from your little meetings ~ but the ones he’d settled on most were of your thighs pressed so hard to either side of his head, flattening his pointed ears right back as he ate you out like it was his last meal on earth.
It was the way he’d imagined you thrashing by the end of it, your claws in his hair, or one raking just up his back and neck leaving marks in their wake.
He wanted his tongue on your happy trail, and he knew you kept it wild between your thighs, a jungle he was more than happy to explore. He’d seen tufts of your thick hair peak out from low rise jeans you’d wore before and he’d sworn you’d worn them just for him, just for him to gawk.
Your hand pressed atop his head.
“N~need you Ben, please, further~” you purred, his hands working between kneading your abused breasts to your nipples before moving them further down to meet where he wanted them so badly ~ right between the apex of your glorious thighs.
As he lifted your thin, near lace skirt above your knees, pushing further, he’d very soon realised you had come with something in mind.
Just the sweet smell of your musk at your apex.
“Oh fuck…” Ben whispered, and though he was already perched on the ground, he thought he might fall through. His knees felt weak, head light and filled with static as your scent changed something in him. How everything in his life began to make sense how he’d wound up here, and he wasn’t about to change a damn thing.
You merely opened your legs further, watching how his expression went from surprised to hungry in a matter of moments.
He darted forward, pressing his nose instantly to the soft bush of hair covering your aching cunt.
The sound of him inhaling and near shuddering from excitement really did something ~ the knot in your gut tightening, releasing butterflies all at the same time.
You tilted your head back, eyes closing as you felt his tongue lap at your folds, slow, methodical, working his way to your absolute core.
The pads of his fingers pressed hard into your inner thighs, and though your body was tough from years of vampiric hunting, the pressure would most certainly leave intimate bruises in their wake.
The crown of your head pressed into the soft tree behind you as you whimpered, unable to keep any noise down before reaching up to press a hand to your lips, not wanting to alert any nearby predators.
“Mmm, fuck you taste so good, better than…anything.” He moaned into your clit, the vibrations delicious, rattling you.
You just moved with the motion of his tongue, dragging your hips up and down to find a pace that worked for you both.
Ben lapped away at your juices flooding his tongue, gulping down each and every release as you were so, so easy to please ~ tensing, whining, gripping his hair as you pleased.
He hadn’t much experience honestly ~ this really was a first, and maybe you could tell. He hoped you couldn’t but you seemed to be enjoying it a lot, so he was obviously doing something right.
Your fingers dragged through his hair, pushing him to press his tongue further into your core, nearly long enough to press into the gummy ballooned spot within you. He elicited such sweet nothings from you as you felt yourself reach another small climax, only building and building for the big one you knew was coming if he kept this up.
Ben pulled himself back, dragging a plea from you to keep going but he needed to see you, see what he'd done to you.
You were so beautiul, better than any mystical creature he'd live a longed-for life in MMOs, even with the sex mods.
This was the real thing, you were the real thing.
"You're...fuck, you're real right?" Ben moved his hands from your thighs to your knees and back up, grounding himself on the feeling of your soft hairs tickling his palms. His red pupils darted from between your thighs to your debauched expression.
All you could do was nod, hum intrinsically. Your lips parted, huffs of air clouding your vision again for a moment. You needed this release, and him staring at you like that was not helping.
The coil in your gut was pulled taunt, sparks shooting off through your nervous system as your skirt swayed around your legs, any little brush sending you nearly into orbit.
"Watch me cum..please, please my little elf?" You begged, bringing one hand to your tongue, dragging your fingers in and out of your lips in with such a lewd pop, spit dripping as you brough them to your clit.
Ben squaked, words tied at the back of his tongue, and hard to swallow as he stared.
Your fingers worked rhythmically, from light taps to jerked circles ~ and god, the noises and movements you made.
"You're...hah~ you're so pretty, little elf, I can't stop looking ah~at you..." you mewled, focused solely on how he was still perched between your thighs. He'd do anything you asked of him right now, you knew that, but you could barely bring yourself to ask the one thing you needed.
"W-would you let me drink from~ hngh, from you?"
This snapped Ben to attention, lips slightly agape. He couldn't die...at least not in the way a normal human could. Would your double fangs hurt badly...
His gaze lifted to yours. You'd hunched forward a little, fingers still working quick. Your bottom lip was tight between your teeth, fangs shining in the moonlight above.
"Do you, uh," his cock pressed so hard against his jeans, it needed to be free.
He needed it in you, and fast.
"Yes, fuck, yes," he breathed, nodding to your question ~ the thought of being bitten while fucking you in whatever way he could had him teetering on the edge of release already, "I, baby, I need these off first, would you let me, I mean," he stuttered through his words, so nervous but so eager.
You cut him off as you saw him reach for his belt buckle ~ you couldn't think of anything better.
"Uh huh, I need you Ben, Gods, I don't think you understand, I need to taste you, to feel you!" the words blubbered from your tongue.
There wasn't much kerfuffle and soon Ben was above you, nervously lining himself up to you.
"I-I didn't bring a condom, I'm sorry, will this, will you be okay? Do, fuck, can uhm, can vampires have...?"
You shook your head, a soft chuckle following. You brought a hand to caress his cheek. "Don't be nervous, my elf, please. I want this, I want you, and no, I won't get pregnant, if that's what you're asking."
Ben pushed himself in, the slick from his pre and your cunt felt electric to him.
All of this was new, and he had no idea how it would've felt beforehand, not the static that hummed through his body, whatever code within him programmed his nerve endings were firing off all cylinders.
His eyes shut tight as he whipped his head back in pleasure, groaning your name.
"I, shit, I don't think I'm gonna last, I-" he whimpered, pushing himself further.
Your little elf was big, very big in fact, and it stretched you deliciously. it had been millenia since you had done this, so much so you'd forgotten just how good it could be. Your other hand snaked around his bracing arm, claws pressed into his skin as he began to rock himself into you. You watched as he panted above, trying so hard to keep his eyes open, keep them on you before he'd shut them again, so indulged in the sensations running through both of you.
You pulled him down slowly. You were restrained enough to know when you'd stop drinking from him. He wasn't just the idea of a pet anymore. Your bond had become so real.
"Tilt your head for me, my little elf. This won't hurt...I promise." You whispered so softly as he did as he was told, presenting his perfect porcelain throat to you.
You could see something thrumming beneath his skin, and given what he'd told you about himself, you weren't even sure what you'd find was blood, but there was no harm in trying.
And so you opened your mouth, fangs protruding, scraping the thin skin before piercing.
Ben felt like his world lit aflame, his whole body alight, nerves bursting, signals sparking, code jumbling as he chased the high.
Behind his eyelids were bursts of colour, and the pleasure was immeasurable.
"Holy fuck! Shit, I'm gonna, fuck I'm gonna-"
You could feel everything in you stop and start, your high hitting its peak, the taste of the liquid on your tongue, dripping down your throat only pushing you over the edge. Everything, all at once bursting.
Warm liquid sprayed onto your thighs and against Ben's torso as he fucked you through it all.
You stopped before he could go lip, licking and lapping at the wound weakily. Drops of black mixed with your own tears you hadn't realised were rolling down your cheeks, both of your whimpers and whines mixed.
By the time you'd both come to, you were panting, hard.
His arms had given out a while ago, leading him to rest his head against your breasts, his cock softening inside you.
You'd wrapped your arms tightly around him, your wings warming you both as you held him in your little cocoon.
Neither of you could speak ~ just breathe.
It was obvious it had been a near religious experince for you both, the irony noted.
Around you the forest lay still, quiet, and so peaceful.
Something in that space where you both lay had calmed ~ something it hadn't really done for many, many moons.
Two souls of such different bodies of such different origins and experiences had become one and this forest had been witness to a such opulent sacrement.
Ben knew that he'd eventually have to drag himself back to that house where The Operator had such a hold over his being ~ how the sickness that rotted through all members of that dysfunctional family manifested in each member and into how they interacted.
For so long he had believed he would have to just spend eternity in his mind, imagining a world where he would find someone. Someone with an equally long eternaty tied to this earth.
And may you both have each other as long as you both shall live.
