Vampire Dom x GN Human Sub
Requested by @transpunkslut
You had been living with him for a while now, the vampire. It started with a swipe right and an invitation to dinner that you couldn't bring yourself to refuse. He was honest from the very beginning - even before you got to his mansion - that he intended to drink your blood. You still went, and here you still were, months later.
You were cattle to him. Fresh blood in the pantry. That's why you hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask him to do anything more with you. Anything... intimate, even though you so desperately wanted to feel him inside of you. You doubted he would say yes.
The night began as it usually did, with breakfast in the living room before the fire as snow fell in heavy flakes outside the grand windows. You were breakfast, of course. After that, things progressed as they usually did, though he seemed to be more present than usual. More attentive.
You were talking and laughing, telling stories, when he rested his hand on your bare leg and gave you that dazzling, sharp smile you had come to adore. Later, he squeezed past you in the kitchen between the island and the counter, his crotch rubbing against your ass as he went. Then, when you were reminiscing about something upsetting, he had taken your hand in his and gave you a soft kiss on the knuckles. There were more instances than these - many more - and every time he so much as grazed you, your heart skipped a beat and your stomach fluttered. Your head was spinning all day, your legs clenched together to provide some friction.
The sun began to rise, and you were beginning to lose control of yourself. He wouldn't need to feed again so soon, but god you wanted him to. Maybe you could convince him to have a snack...
You rapped gently on the heavy walnut door that closed his office off from the rest of the house.
"Come in," his voice came from the other side, always friendly, always inviting.
You stepped into the office and closed the door behind you, then padded forward on bare feet.
"What are you up to?" you asked.
He glanced up from his paperwork to see you in nothing more than an oversized sweater and underwear.
"Working," he replied, and there was curiosity on his lips.
You stepped around his desk, and he turned his chair toward you instinctively.
I hope he doesn't kill me for this, you thought as you sat on the edge of his desk.
"What are you up to?" he asked.
You bit your lip nervously.
"Are you hungry?" you asked.
You tugged the sweater off one of your shoulders, revealing your neck and the puncture scars there.
"You know I won't feed on you in such quick succession, darling." His voice was part purr, part growl, and despite his words, his pupils were blown.
"I know. But you're hungry and I want to make sure you're well fed."
He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing, and rested his hands on your legs. He was cool to the touch, but his hands were soft, and the contact send electricity up your spine. You spread your legs, only barely.
"What are you doing?" His voice was low. Warning.
"I'm being good," you answered.
Your heart was pounding in your chest. No doubt he could hear it.
"You're trying to seduce me, aren't you, you little minx?"
You smiled and tried to avert your eyes, but he forced you to look at him with one clawed finger beneath your chin.
"I just want to make sure you're well taken care of... Master."
You had never called him that before, but you saw a fire start behind his blood red eyes when you did. He stopped breathing as yours picked up. He didn't need to breathe, of course, but it had become habit to make you more comfortable. Now, though, he was struggling to restrain himself, so breathing wasn't on his list of priorities.
You took hold of his wrist and slid his hand over your thigh and between your legs, where you pressed it against your crotch.
That wasn't a threat. It was a warning.
"No, you won't. You wouldn't do anything to risk losing your steady meals."
His pointed tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
"I know you want to, Master. Please. I want it too."
"I know what you want, pet, and it's not for me to drink your blood..."
Despite his hesitance, he pressed his palm against your crotch and began to massage. You let out a huff of breath and your hips jerked forward of their own accord. He pushed his chair out and stepped between your legs. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his cool breath on your cheek. He smelled like vanilla and nutmeg.
"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he whispered.
One hand worked between your legs while the other came up to cup the back of your neck.
"Once we get started, I won't be able to stop."
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Your body won't be able to handle it."
Finally, he allowed all reservations to crumble and fall away, and he pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding you steady by the back of your neck. He wasn't gentle. His tongue snaked into your mouth to dance with yours. It was long and slick and strong, and he easily dominated you. His saliva tasted like honey cakes, and you throbbed underneath his palm. Your skin prickled with want. You could feel his long nails digging into the nape of your neck, but you knew he wouldn't break the skin. He wouldn't want to waste any of the crimson wine that flowed through your veins. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands on every inch of your body.
His tongue snaked down your throat and he fucked you with it as his hand made its way past your underwear to paw at you properly. You allowed him to continue as long as you could before you had to push him away to gasp for air. He might not need to breathe, but you definitely still did.
He didn't allow a second to go by before his mouth was on your neck and he sucked deep bruises into the soft flesh.
"M-more..." you begged. "Please..."
He licked a long line up the side of your neck, following your carotid artery, and then his hands were on the hem of your sweater, tugging it up and over your head, and your underwear down and off. He tossed them both to the side and then pressed his chest against yours, forcing you to lie back on the desk. He ground his clothed member against you. You could feel the thick bulge in his pants. He was... much bigger than you expected.
"Please..." you whined again.
"Please what?" he purred in your ear as his fingers tangled in your hair.
"Please. God, fuck me, please."
"You can call me Master," he replied, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed you again.
Your head was cloudy, filled only with thoughts of him, with wants for him. Your body ached and you arched up to meet him as he pressed his hard cock against you.
A tear ran down your cheek. You couldn't take this teasing. You needed more.
When it seemed as if you might pull your hair out, he finally reached down between your legs. You heard his zipper, and then his cock sprung out of his trousers to slap against you. His length was throbbing and hot, and you nearly screamed in frustration.
His cockhead pressed against your entrance, his precum lubing you up, and then, agonizingly slowly, he began to push himself inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan as the head slipped in, and you clenched as the bulging shaft followed, stretching you painfully wide.
He bottomed out, buried completely inside of you. You were soft and warm around him. He stilled, allowing you a moment in which you panted and spasmed around him, trying to acclimate to the sheer size of him. He was breathing heavily and you wondered briefly why. It didn't seem like he was doing it to make you comfortable, but more like... he couldn't help but pant.
He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, before he slowly buried himself deep once more. He set a steady, slow pace, and you were grateful. You had never taken anything so big, and you felt like you might break. You hurt with each thrust, stretching painfully, but your moans gave away the pleasure you were feeling. He crushed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, and his tongue snaked into your mouth a third time. The taste of him... god the taste of him. It made you wild. Feral.
He picked up the pace and you grimaced against the discomfort, but it quickly faded into bliss.
"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." you moaned, long and low.
Your voice caught each time he thrust into you, breaking the word into pieces that got caught in his breath and fluttered away to swirl around the room like music.
"You feel incredible," he broke away just long enough to pant into your ear. "I should have done this sooner."
"Have you ever... nnnng... drank from someone... oh god... while they came?"
"I'm about to," he growled and sank his fangs deep into your neck just as his cock hit exactly the right button.
You came hard, clenching around him so hard it hurt. Your eyes rolled back, you arched up into him, you clawed at his back. He didn't stop thrusting, fucking you hard and fast through your orgasm as he drank deep. Your head spun as you came down. You tapped on his shoulder.
"S-stop... Gonna... Pass out..."
You felt the confliction in the muscles of his arms and chest as he struggled to let you go.
"Master..." your voice was barely a whisper.
Finally, he tore his mouth away from your neck and froze, gulping in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself.
His head whipped around to look at you. You had never seen him like this before, so primal. So... monstrous. His eyes were wild, his hair was a mess, his lips were painted with your blood, and the tips of his wicked fangs were visible beneath his frown. You reached a hand up and stroked his cheek gently.
He didn't need you to tell him again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his pace, hammering into you like a beast breeding its mate. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around him as he fucked you. Minutes passed... First five, then ten, then more. You came at least three more times before he was done. Finally, when you thought he was going to split you open, he pushed inside of you so deeply that you were scooted up on the desk.
The snarl that ripped from his throat was unlike any sound you had heard him make before. It was desperate. His cock throbbed aggressively inside of you as it released cum like a faucet. He filled you quickly, and you dug your nails into his back to help ground you as the sheer volume of his seed forced your insides to stretch. More minutes passed. Two. Three. The heat of his cum was bliss. Knowing that there was no way it was leaking out past his bulging manhood was ecstasy.
He thrusted as he began to come down, seemingly trying to get deeper, and with the heat of his seed, the throbbing of his cock, and the thrusting of his hips, you couldn't help but cum again. You nearly blacked out from the force of it.
After what seemed like an eternity, he relaxed on top of you, shaking. You went limp beneath him, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. Your bare chest heaved. You licked your lips, and he licked his.
"That was incredible," you panted.
He didn't smile, didn't chuckle. Instead, he pushed away from you, hooked his arms beneath your legs, and glared down at you with dark eyes. It was then that you realized he was still rock hard inside of you.
"I told you this would take hours."
Your eyes went wide as he began to thrust.
"I'm just getting started."
