I was working on my fanfic novel and came up with a few ideas on how to navigate things, when I came across this post of lkesen en is having their update and well Ikevamp is still resting in its coffin with nothing but reruns which I am not complaining, but I am still complaining, like they had so much room to work in and still never utilized the points to max.
Maybe they are lacking a research team, writers, or creators, or maybe the sole people randomly decided to quit because of the work overload.
Since Cybird is a Jp-based company, they might not be interested in the vampire gore things, or they lack interest in that regard, but on a global scale, vampirism and gothic things have high demand and people like those things. (correct me if I am wrong) And with the proper marketing scheme, they would have grossed so much.
Historical figures as vampires, that was a great concept, but it ended up in a pothole kind of scenario.
If I am right, the story still has the potential to make a huge comeback.
I will be using Leonardo’s sequel as an example for this scenario, since his sequel deserved a hell of angst, trauma, drama, whatever there is, rather than the same alchemy theme.
(I understand alchemy as medieval chemistry, with some sort of craziness involved with the people who existed back then.)
I expected involvement of Leo’s family, a conflict, a forceful nature that drives him to convert mc, gruesome things, the loss, the pain, Leo losing his composure, bringing his vampiric traits, and not them stealing @yanderepuck oc, along with her idea and dumping that with alchemy shit, like how dump you can be.
The entire story looks like a forced, vague, and clear depiction of the lack of interest in it.
The fact that they made him so soft and, most of the time, stupid irked me a bit. I know the genius's brain is wired logically, and their emotional part is off at times, but not this vague (maybe his sequel was written by someone who had no involvement with his main route)
Starting with his concept of not biting someone, his agenda can be framed as valuing every life, believing everyone has their destined share of things, and not liking to meld with how nature operates; technically, the monster concept can also play a role here.
Or they can add a past lover, someone he loved deeply but lost to fate. The lover is human and can be categorised by gender.
What I mean by that is, if he is in love with a man, it becomes a forbidden kind of norm at that time, but he still risks, and out of desperation, he bites them, but they don’t survive and die, or society kills his s/o after finding out his s/o is a vampire, or his own family can get involved and punish him by leaving his lover in an eternal sleep.
If he is in love with a woman, things will take a different turn, and we can add mc as well.
In the Renaissance era, female apprentices were not allowed to establish themselves or involve themselves with a man before marriage; they weren’t allowed to explore things, and when they did, they would be burned alive, naming them as witches. Even with all this, he takes up a female apprentice because of her talent and intellect. Working along with her helped him understand female anatomy more precisely, the physiological and psychological differences, giving him a different perspective, more like a female touch to things, and they slowly fell in love, even after knowing he is a vampire.
With this, we get different ideas of inducing trauma in his life, which is exactly what we want.
First one, the society finds out, and they will shame her (I am not using the exact word here.), even though he tries to console her, she loses it and takes her own life in their shared space and in that grief, he paints Mona Lisa and never finishes it until he meets mc, who looks like his past love.
Second one, he decides to convert her, wanting to spend his eternal life with her, but the church figures out her identity as a vampire with a tragic event that occurred in town when he was travelling, and they burn her alive, tagging her as a witch who bewitched Leo’s soul to destroy society.
Third one, she wasn’t able to survive the transformation.
Fourth one, his family’s involvement, kidnapping her and giving her some random portion, which goes against her vampire biology, forcing him to kill her with his own hands.
Fifth one (quite traumatic option), he doesn’t convert her, and they live a life; ultimately, she gets pregnant. Because of his strong pure-blood vampire genes, the child takes the life source of her, and she dies in the process of giving birth or more like the child comes out, tearing her apart. His family is involved, naming the child a paradox. The child was not accepted in either world, and soon it was subjected to death.
Any of this will add to his self-loathing behaviour and his ideology of not converting anyone.
And that's when the MC comes, similar to his past lover, and the story goes, his family is involved again, which adds more drama, flavour, and angst to the story, urging him to take drastic decisions, forcing him to use his emotional brain cells.
This is how I will write about his sequel if given the chance. I know this isn’t best ones and this is what I can think of at the moment.
And about the comeback on the game, if Cybird is reading this, do the research and add more vampire goth things into the stories, add more characters, build layers of vampire hierarchy, maybe some horrors inspired from goth novels and things, cuz this concept is limitless, we can add more things, reconstruct some beliefs, and know the pulse of the global audiences by doing a survey on X or start your own Discord channel, engage with the players, rectify the complaints, accepting the criticism, make the opinions of the players valid.
Put some effort into it from your side, rather than looting your own players and later abandoning the game like it's nothing.
You have the potential for a greater good, and I really hope they @cyikemen read this thing, even if they lost their interest with ikemen vampire.
April’s been so busy, so there are a lot of things I wish I could’ve done better with this piece… but I’m out of time, so I’m just gonna post it as is. Happy birthday, Leo! 🎉
I was hoping Ikevamp EN server would be able to push through til Leonardo's sequel... but seeing as it won't be released, I'll be attempting to translate his sequel route.
Although I don't mainly post IkeVamp, it was my first game in the Ikemen Series. Visuals wise, I started for Faust, but as I was waiting for his release, I fell in love with Leonardo.
During a time when I was really struggling mentally, I found comfort in Leonardo's words and the way he showed his love. When I thought I was worthless, I could believe that at the very least, Leonardo didn't think I was.
It sucks knowing that so many JP (event) stories won't come to EN. Honestly, I'm a little wary about the future of Vamp JP too, but for now I'll just have to remain hopeful and continue to enjoy it as much as I can. I'm thankful that I was able to experience the wonderful characters and world of IkeVamp; that it led me into IkeSeries; that it inspired me to get better at drawing and helped me meet such lovely, creative people - some of which I get to now call friends.
I hope I'll be able to do Leonardo's sequel translation justice - please bear with me as I try to figure out how to go about it.
I swear he looks much better in real life than in the photo. He's just not very photogenic. AHHHH I can't wait to release him. Anywhooo, I hope fellow fans of Charles are able to get him in their homes soon. May he take over your heart.
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Words: 3500+
CW: Female-bodied Reader, Bondage, Daddy Kink, Spitroasting, Cuckolding (for a bit; consensual), Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Cum Swallowing, Established Relationship (Comte x Reader) with Third Party Sexual Partner (Leonardo) | NSFW
Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader x Leonardo Da Vinci
Note: I saw that screenshot and I kinda took it and ran with it. I have no idea where the screenshot even came from other than I saw it and had an idea, haha.
Screenshot in question included at the bottom.
A huge thank you to @natimiles and @candied-boys for some ideas and the support while I was writing this. You guys are amazing!
Also posted on AO3 here.
"C'mon, cara mia," Leonardo purred, gently grasping your chin and forcing your gaze to his. "Looks like Daddy says I have to tie you up. But in a fun way this time."
Leonardo took ahold of le Comte's discarded clip-on tie and wrapped the silk around your wrists and through the bedframe, finishing the knot with a bow.
Leonardo threw you a crooked grin, his fingers running sensually over the golden fabric binding your wrists above your head. He checked the tightness, making sure it was secure enough to hold but not enough to hurt.
“Does that feel okay?” He asked, eyes the color of burnished amber searching your face for any signs of discomfort.
You pulled on the binding, testing its fastness and making sure it wouldn’t cut or otherwise injure you. The last thing you needed was to end up with an open wound while in a room with two extremely horny pureblooded vampires. To your delight, while the smooth fabric of le Comte’s tie held your wrists securely, it was a comfortable kind of restraint. Something you could get used to.
You nodded, and Leonardo smirked, looking over his shoulder at the other vampire in the room.
Le Comte de Saint-Germain, in his shirt and trousers, overcoat discarded and clip-on tie binding your wrists together, sat behind both of you in his armchair. His golden gaze alighted on you, sat so demurely on his bed. The look in his eyes was a mix of unbridled lust and pure adoration as his eyes raked over your figure.
He crossed his legs and leaned back, ready to watch the show.
“Remember, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, just tell me and I will stop, no questions asked,” Leonardo implored, forcing you to look at him. “What’s our safe word?”
”Le chat noir,” you breathed.
“That’s a good girl,” Leonardo replied, tousling your hair affectionately. He then gave you a devilish smirk, leaning in to capture your lips with his. “Time to let Daddy watch you for once,” Leonardo growled, pulling away from you.
Leonardo’s large hands expertly unbuttoned your blouse, parting the fabric to reveal the voluptuous swells hidden beneath. A thumb, calloused from centuries of painting and drawing, teased the tip of your nipple, causing your back to arch as you hissed.
“Bellissima,” he murmured. “Molto bellissima.” Leonardo looked over his shoulder again at le Comte, who was watching you both with rapt attention. “I was surprised when you suggested I join you both this evening, ‘Comte’, but I can’t say I had never thought about it.” His other hand caressed your bare side.
You couldn’t lie either; you had certainly had the thought before as well, but never once considered it would ever come to pass. Leonardo’s very being oozed sex appeal, from the hands that had created some of history’s greatest masterpieces to the beautiful, mysterious amber of his eyes, to the toned muscles of his form. You would have to have been blind to not find him attractive, and even then you weren’t sure; the low baritone of his voice was alluring on its own.
Frankly, it wasn’t fair.
Leonardo’s gloved hands explored your body as if it were a work of art, mapping every feature to memory. The attention normally would have embarrassed you, but between your hands being suspended above your head and the exquisite pleasure he was giving you just by caressing your skin, it wasn’t like you could hide your face. All you could do was gasp in response.
“I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, cara mia, and you’re already whining for more,” Leonardo teased, grasping your breast and giving it a squeeze. You arched at the contact and the feeling of his glove against your sensitive skin, pulling at your restraints. The golden silk of Comte’s clip-on tie held fast. You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together.
The thought of your partner watching his best friend touch you in the most intimate ways made every touch, every glance, all the more gratifying. You made eye contact with him over Leonardo’s shoulder, noting the darkened haze of desire in them. He looked at you and licked his lips. You saw the barest hint of a fang peeking out from his mouth. The added eroticism from seeing your partner’s raw desire like this caused warmth to pool in your belly.
Le Comte was so graciously allowing you to sleep with his very hot best friend. The least you could do is make it more fun for him, too.
You looked up at Leonardo imploringly. Fortunately, the other vampire was good at non-verbal communication, and responded with a cheeky grin and a wink before leaning forward, his lips settling on your neck. His tongue lathed over the smooth skin there as he mouthed along your pulse point. You gasped at the sharp pain before whining as Leonardo’s tongue soothed the red mark he left behind. His fingers gently brushed against the inflamed skin.
“Bellissima,” Leonardo repeated, voice reverent.
You could hear le Comte shifting in his chair, the leather creaking as he moved. Your gaze drifted back to your partner. He was wholly focused on Leonardo’s lips and hands at the moment, watching how they caressed and kneaded your flesh in ways that only he had done before. You could see how his pants were growing tighter and watched as he swallowed hard, his fingers digging into the plush fabric of his armchair as though he were having to hold himself back.
Considering this entire situation was his idea in the first place, you’d have expected him to be less possessive. You were pleasantly surprised to find out that you were wrong on that front.
“You make the most exquisite noises, cara mia,” Leonardo whispered against your heated flesh. “I want to hear you screaming so loudly you can’t speak tomorrow.”
Leonardo’s lips drifted further down your chest, taking a peaked nipple between the blunted edges of his teeth. You arched further, pushing your breast further into his mouth as you struggled against the fabric of your restraints. Leonardo’s free hand massaged the neglected flesh of your other breast before switching sides, his talented fingers teasing your saliva-dampened nipple.
“Leonardo,” you breathed. “You’re such a tease.”
He released your nipple with a lewd pop, looking at you with a Cheshire grin. “Have I ever given you any indication otherwise, cara mia?” His fingers dipped below the waistband of your skirt, slowly easing the fabric off of your hips and maintaining eye contact while doing so.
The sinful look in his eye caused you to clench around nothing, your thighs shifting in discomfort.
He sat back, fully admiring the view. You made to close your legs but Leonardo clicked his tongue, his hands quickly moving to hold them apart, his thumbs caressing your inner knees. “Maybe we should have gotten ties for her legs as well, ‘Comte’.”
“I’ll have a word with my tailor in the morning,” le Comte replied instantly, his voice deep with desire.
You bit your lip in response. With Leonardo holding your knees apart, there was no rubbing your thighs together to relieve any pressure, nor could you hide your arousal.
Leonardo’s hands moved up your thighs, his thumbs running over the soft flesh there. “You truly are beautiful, cara mia,” Leonardo murmured. He released your legs, sitting back for a moment and shucking off his shirt, followed by his fingerless gloves. He left his pants on for now, turning his head to look at le Comte. You adjusted yourself so you could see your partner as well.
Le Comte’s breathing was ragged, his nostrils flared; his eyes had darkened to the point they almost appeared black in the already dim lighting of the room. The vampire’s fingers were harshly gripping his armchair as he watched the both of you. From your position you could see the glint of Comte’s fangs peeking out over his bottom lip.
You shuddered. Le Comte’s gentleman façade was all but gone, replaced with the visage of a hungry, possessive vampire.
“Are you sure this is still what you want? It’s not too late to stop,” Leonardo asked his friend. His tone was amused, but you also knew he would stop if asked to. By either of you. You inadvertently let out a small sound of protest, causing Leonardo to chuckle under his breath.
He released the arms of his chair, leaning back in the plush seat as he breathed deeply, trying to re-center himself. “Continue,” Comte finally said, voice clipped.
Leonardo grinned coyly, his attention back on you. “We’re almost there, cara mia,” Leonardo purred, his now completely bare fingers settling on your calves. “You’ll get what you want soon.” He hooked a hand around the back of a calf, tossing it over his shoulder as he gazed at you hungrily. The deep amber of his eyes was almost like molten gold, smoldering with a barely restrained desire of his own.
You gulped. When agreeing to this situation your mind had glossed over the fact that both of your partners were in fact pureblooded vampires, instead focusing on the fact that two extremely attractive men with several centuries’ worth of sexual experience desired you enough to share you. Damned hormones.
Leonardo pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee, slowly kissing further and further towards your weeping folds. He dragged his fangs across the meat of your inner thigh, sending a shiver up your spine, a breathy whine escaping your throat.
Leonardo pressed a couple more open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, eagerly tasting of the moisture dampening them, before swiping his tongue straight through your glistening center.
You gasped and moaned loudly, throwing your head back. You pulled at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to card your fingers through Leonardo's thick hair. Unable to do so, you instead locked eyes with le Comte, your eyes glazing over in pleasure as his best friend tasted every last inch of you.
Through your own haze of lust, you could barely make out the shape of your partner watching you, completely enraptured. His hand had drifted to the crotch of his pants and he had begun to lazily palm himself through the fabric. Every time a sound fell from your lips, Comte would squeeze his shaft through his pants.
Leonardo eagerly lapped at your folds, his tongue sweeping away your wetness. You whimpered as he slid a bare finger inside your aching entrance. “More,” you begged, your thighs spreading apart as though to invite him in further. Leonardo obliged with a sensual chuckle, slipping another finger inside of you all the way to the knuckle. The throaty vibrations spreading across your sensitive flesh was almost more than you could take, but you continued to endure.
Looking back at your partner once again, you saw one of Comte’s fangs digging into his lower lip. His eyes snapped up to yours when he noticed you looking at him. The look on his face was familiar; he was barely holding onto a semblance of restraint at the moment. You weren’t sure he’d be able to take much more before -
Your thoughts were cut off as Leonardo chose that moment to seal his lips around your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive nub. You let out a strangled cry at the sensation, your eyes falling closed in bliss as you clenched hard around Leonardo’s long fingers and you came on Leonardo’s skilled tongue. Your fingertips dug harshly into the smooth silk of Comte’s tie as you writhed around on your partner’s bed, simultaneously chasing the pleasure and trying to avoid overstimulation.
Leonardo finally pulled away from your pussy, releasing your clit with a wet pop. Your chest was heaving as you opened your eyes and turned your attention back to Leonardo. He grinned up at you from between your thighs, your slick coating his lips and chin. The sight was so sinfully erotic that you thought you might be able to come a second time just from the view.
There was just something about coming on your partner’s best friend’s face while the man in question willingly watched it happen; perhaps it was how utterly taboo the situation was, or maybe it was just the thrill of trying something new, but you were more turned on than you remember ever being before.
You looked up to see Comte’s reaction to everything that had just happened and were somewhat surprised to see that he had tugged his pants open and had his thick length in his hand, his thumb almost absentmindedly running over the swollen head. The tip of it was glistening with his own fluid, the sight making your mouth water. You wanted to taste him, feel his heavy cock slide along your tongue as he -
Leonardo pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, drawing your attention away from Comte and back to the vampire between your legs. “Are you ready for me, cara mia?” He asked, voice deepened with lust. You shivered and nodded your assent, unable to speak.
He pulled away from you and reached down to his pants, pulling apart the fastenings. Leonardo hissed as his erection was freed from its confines and he stroked it twice in anticipation, kicking his trousers off the rest of the way. You just barely caught a glance of the proud length jutting out from his hips, but your inner walls contracted in anticipation. He was longer than Comte, and at least as thick. Before you could really think about it, he settled himself between your legs, his flushed head pressing against your slick folds.
“Remember, just say the word and I’ll stop,” Leonardo reminded you as he dragged his cock through the wetness pooling between your legs, the tip catching on your entrance as he did so.
“I know,” you breathed. With a grunt, Leonardo’s length pushed inside of you, stretching your walls even more than his fingers had. You and Leonardo both moaned at the feeling, your head thrashing to the side as he filled you completely. He rocked his hips a couple of times experimentally before grabbing ahold of the backs of your thighs and pushing on them, folding you in half. You made unfocused eye contact with Comte, watching as the other vampire pumped his fist in time with Leonardo’s thrusts. The fingers of Comte’s other hand were digging into the arm of his chair again, his own eyes glazed over as he watched Leonardo impale you over and over again.
You whimpered and tugged on your bindings, attention returning to Leonardo, wanting to grasp onto the vampire’s back as he fucked you into Comte’s bed.
“Papi,” you gasped after a particularly hard thrust. Leonardo stilled inside of you, looking at you in surprise.
“Papi?” He questioned. Your response was an adorable flush to the cheeks and you looked away from both him and le Comte. Leonardo clicked his tongue, gently grasping your chin and forcing you to look at him once more. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, cara mia,” he said with a smirk, resuming his ministrations with an even more punishing pace. The room was filled with the lewd, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
Leonardo released your chin and moved his hand back between your legs, his fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts. You came hard and fast, moaning so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if half of the household could hear you. You found you didn’t really care at the moment, though. Not that you were capable of much coherent thought at the moment, what with the intense pounding you were receiving. Leonardo’s relentless pace didn’t so much as falter; if anything he somehow moved faster.
Suddenly, Leonardo stopped, pulling himself from within you with a sinful squelch. “Took you long enough,” he laughed, a roughness to his voice that you hadn’t heard before. Before you could really question what was going on, you found yourself turned onto your stomach, ass in the air. A pair of hands roughly caressed your rear, teasing your hole, before your pussy was filled again, a familiar preternatural growl echoing around the room.
You moaned as the hands around your hips moved up to your waist, harsh thrusts forcing your face to press into the mattress of Comte’s bed, mouth open and drool dripping from the corner of your lips. Comte was fucking you so hard you could almost see stars, your vision being overtaken by bursts of white.
In your sex-fueled haze, you were surprised to see Leonardo move in front of you, swiftly untying your hands and tossing Comte’s tie towards the back of the room. You were about to question why you were untied, but quickly understood what was going on as you propped yourself up on your elbows.
“Think you can take us both, cara mia?” Leonardo asked, his cock edging close to your mouth. You nodded as best you could, your entire body shaking with the force of Comte’s rough thrusts into your wet heat. You adjusted yourself slightly to give him a better angle and Leonardo pressed the tip of his length to your lips. He groaned as his cock slid along your tongue. You could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft and taste the remnants of your mixed fluids as he pistoned himself into your throat.
Comte’s thrusts forced you to take Leonardo’s throbbing cock deeper into your throat, and Leonardo’s own thrusts pushed you back onto Comte’s shaft. All you were really capable of doing at this moment was taking what you were given from both of them as you were pushed and pulled in two directions. You were moaning on Leonardo’s dick as Comte’s hand found itself between your thighs, stimulating the sensitive nub there.
As Leonardo’s cock slid deeper into your throat, you started to apply pressure to the sensitive frenulum with your tongue. “Cazzo,” he swore, his hips stuttering as he pulled his length from your mouth. You kept your lips open, watching intently as Leonardo stroked himself a couple more times before finding his release. He groaned low and deep, his ejaculate coating your tongue in thick ropes. You swallowed every drop he gave you, the eroticism of it resulting in you clenching tightly around Comte’s thick cock, your third orgasm of the night tearing through your body in waves of pleasure.
Le Comte hissed through his teeth, pounding into you a couple more times before flooding your insides with his seed. Comte grunted, sinking into your warmth as far as he could before pulling out. You collapsed onto the bed, entirely spent. Your eyes drifted shut, nearly falling asleep where you lay.
Comte gently ran his hands over your rear, in clear contrast to the punishing pace his hips had made. Leonardo affectionately brushed hair out of your sweaty face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, before looking over at the other vampire. With a subtle nod of Comte’s head, Leonardo stepped away from the bed and moved to grab a soft towel from the corner of the room.
“Are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt?” Comte asked, looking you over for injury. You were barely awake enough to reply at this point, completely exhausted.
You managed to mumble out a quiet “’m fine” before adjusting yourself to a slightly more comfortable position. Leonardo had returned with the towel at this point, handing it to Comte. Comte gently cleaned you up with it before carefully lifting you up. You let out a noise of protest and he laughed lightly, kissing your nose.
“I did tell you, ma cherie,” Comte murmured. “I may appear to be a gentleman on the surface, and I do try to remain kind and considerate to you, but in truth I am neither gentle nor man.”
When Leonardo had returned, he had tugged his pants back on and reclined in Comte’s bed. Comte laid you down on the bed in a much more comfortable position, with your body half laying on Leonardo. You contentedly snuggled into his warmth, Leonardo chuckling tiredly at the feeling.
“My bed isn’t large enough for three, unfortunately, so it’ll be a bit cramped. I apologize.” Comte was addressing his friend. You were just barely holding onto a wisp of consciousness at this point, feeling the bed dip behind you as Comte took his own place. He wrapped an arm around your waist, settling behind you. The combined body heat from both Leonardo and Comte quickly soothed you into sleep.
The last thing you heard before completely falling asleep was a murmur from Comte to Leonardo. “We can talk specifics later, old friend, but I wouldn’t be opposed to doing something like this again.”
