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Somethings wrong. He's taking much more blood than usual, his hands are massaging my waist and back, and is he moaning? I panic when I feel something hard rub against me. “M-Magister Draug, I think that's enough for today.”
[Fem reader. The use of the term "sister" refers to the reader's position as a nun.]
TW: Blood; Unhygienic; Dubious to full consent
He kept returning to your convent.
It wasn't particularly uncommon that Magister Draug would return to certain infrastructures in his quest to spread knowledge and acceptance- But he seemed particularly intent in stopping by yours.
He was asked about it at some point by one of the sisters, a string of appealing replies dangling from bold teeth. He feels this convent is exemplary, he feels at home amongst such kind people, he's truly proud of your ability to adapt- And they preened like birds about it. Predictably.
Feeding hours have become almost ritualistic.
Caius slowly pressed the sisters into a schedule of bloodletting. After all, purifications should be semi-regular, to keep everyone's minds and bodies free of the sins of tainted blood.
Starting resistance was already low, it was only a matter of time until there was an "order of purification". Though by no means would this stop Caius from insisting someone needed more sessions whenever they faltered.
Such as you.
You don't waver much. It is with a healthy amount of pride that you can say you're not a troublemaker -or troubled in general- But the Exsanguinarius always seems to be ready to pick at something you say or do. Not in an abrasive manner, but as a way to pin you. Drag you into his space for a pointless purification.
This has effectively singled you out a tad from your sisters. It'd be impossible not to, and it's even worse when they catch glimpse of the numerous bites across your body.
Caius doesn't need to sink his teeth into your body to feed, he can slice a wound to drain from with only a tiny prick. The leech monster bites because it pleases him to do so.
The same way it pleases him to schedule your near daily purifications basically in the dead of night.
The monster never dares invade anyone's personal cell, instead, you have to seek his personal quarters, dressed in your sleeping gown, faced with the leech already more than ready to welcome your entrance upon humble but finely adjusted quarters. He must hear your footsteps from afar.
Turly, no one would blame you for assuming this is some kind of macabre ritual when the only light in Caius' room is provided by an intentional symmetrical placement of tall candles- Which he stands in the middle of.
Thin gloves off, the monster had beckoned you to him with the same toothy smile. Today, he had chosen your neck. The general area of it, at least. With so many bites attempting to heal on your skin, the scoundrel needed to readjust so as to avoid bruising an already bothered zone.
The session developed the same way it typically tends to, up to a point.
Caius has always liked to grab onto you. An initially tight hold of predatory claws, settled on the most cushioned areas of your form as if to remind you to become still, that you can't weasel out- Not that you want to, forcing yourself away could result in him cutting you open further and uninterrupted bleeding. Besides, quite like the venom of a wild snake, you're sure there's some sedative-like qualities to Caius' saliva, because your body often relaxes without meaning to, a haze clouding over your mind for several moments where all you can hear is his gluttonous swallowing.
There's a point where his tight grip transforms into a soothing roam, back and forth in various spots. Perhaps to calm, perhaps to stimulate bloodflow, like squeezing a juice packet.
Sensitive as this treatment makes you, there's no choice but to shudder and try to muffle the electric sparks of sensation that surface. It's natural, he had reassured when you made a noise a little too scandalous, nothing to be ashamed of.
It's not as if you're the only one anyway, the monster makes his own variety of pleased vocalizations, be it a hum of satisfaction or the occasional quiet groan.
Tonight however, something has shifted.
Your face burns when Caius' noises become more frequent. It could just be that he ate less, but the leech almost seems to nuzzle into your neck, unmissable and shameless moans vibrating against your skin. He'll pop off you to breathe on occasion, chin already soaked, a puff of hot air manifesting before he laves the area with his tongue and resumes, another series of borderline wanton noises escaping him.
Caius is closer as well.
In previous feedings, he'd always maintain a slight distance- Still looming close, but mostly only his hands and mouth would make contact. He's flushed against you this time, a strong arm trapping your back to his front.
While he's not exactly warm, he's overheated compared to his usual temperature. You can feel the rise and fall of his broad chest and almost feel the motion of his desperate swallowing. Perhaps it's the fact that you don't remember the last time a man has ever been this intimate with you, but your own body heat rises in response. He must sense that.
An unhinged side of you argues that Caius is particularly hungry tonight because you have sinned more.
But truth of the matter is he might be overdoing it...
That's when you feel a shift of his hips.
It must have been a slow rock, a subtle nudge, the tension in his thighs felt against the roundness of your ass. Caius' hand spreads to anchor you better when you squirm, and now that you're forced still anew, you can definitely feel the grind of large legs against you. The hump, because what else could it be?
A fat tail swishes erratically, followed by more insistent pressure, the blood sucker either uncaring or entirely unaware of his state as another hot moan bubbles across your neck and a twitch follows.
You're not nearly as naive as people would guess, you know exactly what that is, paling slightly. A hardening length stirs on the softness of your behind, and your mouth opens as if to say something.
But what? Warn Caius of the fact that he's erect? That he's becoming loud and excited in a lecherous way and you're losing control of your own composure?
Instead, after a gasp, you opt to mention a more pressing issue.
" Magister- Magister Draug, I think that might be enough for tonight. "
A throb against your back, more hasty gulping, but no real response.
" Caius. "
That only seems to have aggravated his state. And frankly, you're more than a little concerned with the apparent size of him.
As a last ditch effort, you wriggle an arm free and use it to pull at one of his long ears.
Albeit childish, it works, jolting the monster out of a stupor and causing him to begin rapidly patching the wound.
" Ah, so it is. Thank you for the reminder. "
A silent moment passes where you simply attempt to steady your breathing, waiting for some of that haze to fade. The leech monster hasn't moved an inch aside from letting go of your neck. He's still glued against you, you can still feel his hardness.
" You're... Magister! " And yet, even when you squirm, he doesn't loosen his grip a millimeter. You can only stare back, silently asking him if he's insane.
" It's a side-effect of my abilities. As I cleanse you, my body reacts to the impurities I find. "
He speaks plainly and casually, effortlessly shifting every ounce of responsibility for this onto you. It's so infuriating how easily he can turn the tables.
You were ready to call him a fraudulent pervert, and with a single sentence, he now has you cornered again.
" That cannot be- I wouldn't... "
You wouldn't what? Become aroused when a large monster man rubs himself on you like an animal in rut while feeding off your sensitive neck? Who are you even trying to fool.
Caius doesn't miss a bit, cradling your chin with a hand, the other settling on the plush of your side.
" I've told you this many times, I'll say it again. Shame is pointless here. My duty is not to lecture you about your sins, but to extract their taint. "
" I wasn't aroused... " It's more of a murmur than a definitive statement, one that the monster outright dismisses.
" To lie to my own face, perhaps you do need to be accompanied more frequently, just as I thought. "
His fat paw bunches the fabric of your gown over your mound, claws avoiding nicking the cloth when he dips lower, to feel the evident heat and wetness that pooled between your legs. If you feel your own heartbeat against his curious fingers, then he no doubt feels his own digits getting humid.
There's a pause, the Exsanguinarius says nothing, daring you to deny reality.
" Your carnalities have been flaring as of late. The flavor you've acquired is one of deep longing. "
" I don't- " There's no way to weasel out of this. You observe the candles flicker and breathe slowly. " ... I'm sorry. "
You're released a little too suddenly, the presence at your back drawing away in a jarring coldness.
" No sister, this is great news. "
" H- Huh? "
Caius stalks over to your front, looking ever enthused. The tent in his lower coverings is too prominent to ignore. He seems to be as big as you felt he'd be, perhaps a privilege of his overall stature.
You haven't the faintest idea how any of this is positive, as opposed to quite literally one of the most humiliating moments of your life.
" Allow me to bring your impurities to their culmination tonight. " The monster begins, arms extending an invitation to you. " So that I may rid you of them tomorrow. "
" C- Could you not just feed tomorrow regularly? "
Caius squats on the ground before you, clawtips flirting with the lace edges of your ankle-length gown as it is raised slowly, revealing clenched together legs.
" In this aggravated state? I can't, in good faith, allow you to return to your cell. For your own good, let's abate your needs. "
You're not quite sure why you didn't simply step back and end this. Why you allowed him to slip beneath your gown and pull your plain white panties down. But you did, and now his breath fans across the heat of your needy sex, paws forcing your thighs open with some resistance.
A brief image of Caius' bold teeth flutters to the forefront of your mind, quickly chased away by the sensation of a soaked tongue lapping at you from opening to clit. The stimulus is shocking to your poor organism, untouched for years now. Caius' palms settle on the globes of your ass, pulling you forward so that the next eager lick packs a pressure to it.
The tip of his tongue circles your opening with great greed, then flicks harshly against your bud, a sudden sting of sensation that has your knees trembling for a second. While the leech has gorged himself on your blood, his hunger is now born of a different nature. The fact that he must be caking your pussy in your own redness is disgusting, piggish, yet weirdly arousing.
The monster moans again when he's able to stuff a small portion of his muscle into you, meeting little resistance and faced with an instant clench. It's an open and giddy sound that vibrates against you. While his snake tongue explores you from the inside, a spare hand rolls your clit around slowly, experimental and attentive to what has you twitching more often.
Soon enough, the mounting pleasure has you biting your own lip to muffle the litany of unwanted noise trying to escape. Your balance falters, making you grab onto the monster's head for stability and leaving your mouth open to whine.
At some point, Caius releases a snarl against your now sloppy and slick flesh, almost shredding your gown at the speed with which he crawls out of from underneath it.
His belt is hastily undone, apparently the only thing that holds his lower cloths up, because they simply fall to his feet afterwards. What you're faced with might have made some of the more curious sisters faint. Your intuition was correct, Caius is by no means poorly endowed...
Perhaps, if you weren't so aroused right now, and so secretly excited by the prospect of sex after far too long in celibacy, you would have thought twice about allowing this to continue. As is, you only flush, watching the monster soothe himself with a restless hand.
" Come. Let's not waste time. "
The command jolts you.
" Place your hands around my neck. "
Some manner of insanity has you complying, tentative steps forward culminating in your fingers meeting inside the leech's veil, behind a strong dark neck.
Caius works fast, readjusting and lifting one of your legs in the process. The monster lines up with your heat a little too effectively, a practiced motion that makes you wonder just how sexually active he might be. His grin is much too wicked for someone who claims to only want to help. And perhaps he can hear the way your heart thunders, how the rest of your blood pumps generously in response to the contact he establishes with your petals.
" Breathe steadily, it wouldn't do to hurt ourselves now. " He whispers, receiving nothing but tight-lipped nods.
The Exsanguinarius is slow and considerate, rocking gently into you- As gently as he can when the thickness of his cock is already more than what any human would sport.
You're only able to stifle any sounds by effectively burying your head in his chest, panting and trembling at each new inch that your pussy greedily sucks up.
The two of you choke in your own groans of pleasure, holding onto each other for a few moments, basking in it.
The fullness of a partner inside you is something that you loathe to admit you've missed, and Caius' proportions more than make up for that disgusting desire. You wonder if it has been long since the Magister also had a warm hole all to himself. Are you better than any he's ever had before? Or does he throb against your walls simply because he's been dying to fuck you stupid?
You're very glad for how stable your hold of the monster is, because within moments, Caius has both hands firmly on your ass, and lifts you.
Instincts make your legs curl around his waist, and with his length already partially buried in you, it doesn't take the leech a lot of effort to start bouncing you.
You've hardly ever been picked up in such a way. Much less used this casually. This easily.
The monster moves you on his member like you weigh feathers, the only strain visible being that of his own pleasure, a steady bestial panting that only aggravates when you moan out and clench around him, feet curling on his back.
" You are a vessel of endless sin. "
He comments heatedly, your flustered blinking spurring the male on.
" Surpassing all your sisters, a need of such magnitude festers within you... "
There should be alarm bells ringing at this point, but all your body cares to do is grow warmer for the monster using it. Slicker, until every piston is loud and wet.
" I will tend to it. I will tend to you every night. "
Every night... This.
Every single night, tormented by a wanton monster who'll use your own body and desires against you. Who'll play you like an instrument and taint you with his own sickness.
The thought is vile, yet images of Caius easily bending you over and fucking you right under everyone's noses is all it takes for you to careen into a thunderous orgasm- One the monster silences with a forceful kiss, feeding you his tongue to suck and whine around.
The sudden tightness of your climax has him curving forward in newfound desperation, the slap of your ass on his thighs becoming truly garish as Caius now seeks only his own finish. Although his eyes are never visible, you know he studies the bounce of your every soft curve with each lift and fall. The way your tits shift and your softness molds, how your wetness seeps between the two of you- It seems to hypnotize him into focused silence.
You know he's coming when his hips tilt forward and you're impaled at an angle so deep that fireworks of ecstasy and pain spark behind your eyelids. His own calls of delight are nothing short of depraved, you can hardly claw for better purchase before you're being stuffed to the brim, load after load that can only seep out grossly.
Caius kneels breathlessly, allowing you to rest for as long as you need.
You'd rather not move at all, and he doesn't seem too keen on having you off him just yet either.
Someone has to move however. You'd rather it be you. " Magister- "
" Sshh. You did well tonight. Eat, rest, I'll see you tomorrow. "
Tomorrow.
You won't be able to look anyone in the eyes after what just transpired.
subby boys with sensitive necks deserve to be tormented! it’s so good to find that particular spot that makes them shiver and touch it absentmindedly in public. it’s especially good when they look at you trying to figure out whether you’re doing that on purpose to get them hard, or if it’s just a genuine gentle caress.
Smoking a joint in someone's lap and they keep blowing more smoke into your mouth.
You and your friend do this often, share a joint and ignore the needy touches, noises and pet names you'd make for each other, simply watching cartoons and eating snacks.
But this time you were sat in their lap, and you're softly, unashamedly grinding into them.
Your head feels fuzzy and you need someone to look after you,
"can you do one more for me pup."
You nod biting your lip softly.
"open." They command, and you watch as they take a large drag, holding it for second before holding your jaw and blowing the smoke into your mouth.
They place the joint in the ash tray, their free hand holding your jaw again,
"open."
Without hesitation you open your mouth, feeling their warm fingers press against your tongue... You're grinding harder in their lap, soaking through your underwear..
They watch you softly suck their fingers, never breaking your eye contact, and you giggle as they pull their fingers out of your mouth.
They drag their fingers down to the waistband of your trousers, their other hand picking the joint back up.
oookay so who's gonna take one for the team and have a sloppy makeout session with me where we're both high as fuck just grinding on each other for hours until we're both stupid and needy ahaha
Do you still like tops who get exhausted while pounding the shit out of you and have to take breaks where they lay on top of you and just breath for a while with their cock still deep inside you before they go back to fucking you
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