yoichi isagi x reader || M || vampire isagi + blood drinking || wc: 5.6 || ao3
You have become an auctor at the well-regarded blood house, Bastardpunkt . Isagi is your first client.
a/n: god i love vampires. i love vampires so much. vampire ya was my literal actual gateway to becoming a writer at all and therefore i will be hopelessly endeared to the genre always. please enjoy some vampire isagi!! this is a snippet from a larger blood house-verse (kaiser centric but shhh). huge thank you to @suguwu for beta reading!!! enjoy loves!!!
tags: blood drinking, author-brewed vampire lore, vampire isagi, human reader
"Have you done this before?"
You shake your head. "N-No, it's my first time.
Isagi is pouring some tonic into a polished silver... well, you can only call it a chalice. It gleams in the lowlight of the room, all warm and full despite the dark red and black tones of the room. Bastardâs Pointâ Bastardpunktâ is full of these gothic aesthetics. It lines the halls and grand rooms like flesh inside a body.
Isagi doesn't fit it well, at least not now. Heâs wearing well-tailored black trousers, a white dress shirt, and a cool-toned blue sweater vest. He looks more like a schoolboy, really, a man about to go to a university lecture and not a vampire who is more than likely several times your age. His appearance, oddly, puts you at ease.
Youâve seen the other vampires of the coven that runs Bastardâs Point. Zweiter Herr Kaiser wears garish outfits, high-waisted pants with ruffled shirts with cravats, glittering stones on shining silver bands wrapped around his fingers. Herr Ness prefers to be draped in long fabrics, favoring maroon and violet velvet. Herr Noa, the sire of the coven, you believe, looks more like a business man, always in fine suits and ruby cufflinks that catch the light like they're glowing.
Isagi is so normal looking by comparison. You can see why the attendant at the fine stone reception desk placed you with him, rather than someone more intimidating and voracious-looking. Heâs rather tame by comparisonÂ
"Ah, I see." Isagi hums. "I saw that in your chart, but some folks fib in order to add some perceived appeal to them. I'm glad you were truthful, it's better to be honest here."
You nod. You're a little too nervous to speak.
Becoming a blood auctorâ sanguinarius, if one is to be archaicâ at Bastardâs Point is quite a process. It required you to be vetted by two coven-based vampires. You needed blood testing to check for disease and hemoglobin levels. A background check was completed and you think a private investigator may have been hired to tail you for a few days.Â
Not that they would've found much if your hunch is correct. Your day-to-day is quite dull. You have your part-time work at the bakery from early morning until early afternoon, and after, you usually return to your studio apartment to rest and make a paltry meal in the evening.Â
All of the hoops to jump through to get here should be worth it. The contract that you signed had a bonus attached, to be awarded after your first feeding takes place. Not to mention that each individual feed has a handsome fee that will go, more or less, into your pocket, beside the percentage Bastardâs Point takes off. Bachira had told you that vampires often tip as well. And this is merely what is included in your current, starter contract. If you establish a regular client who wants exclusivity, modifications can be made. More money secured.Â
Youâre getting ahead of yourself. It's only your first time, after all.
And despite the promised funds, you're still apprehensive. Nervous at the prospect of being drank from, even though auctorship is a rather common side hustle these days, given how much regulation and reform that there has been in the last few decades. It's a safe profession, especially at an established, above-board blood house like Bastardâs Point. Such knowledge should quell your anxiety.
But, it doesn't really. Not when you're settled on a firm velvet couch with a throw pillow in your lap.
Isagi looks kind as he approaches from a long counter and assorted shelves in the corner. There are plenty of snacks and refreshment stocked, even in their standard rooms like this one. You know the tonic in his hands is meant less as a tasty treat and more for nourishment. You read up on them prior to arriving. Theyâre quite miraculous little tinctures. Bastard's Point is known for their stock, in variety and quantity, as well.Â
Isagi sets the chalice on a side table and looks you over. You meet his gaze, or attempt to, even as his slides over your form.
You dress as you had been instructed to. Loose pants that can be pushed up past your knee if required with a soft, oversized shirt that can be shoved this way and that, depending on the bite preference of the vampire that you're serving. You feel very dressed down like this, vulnerable and soft-bellied, even though Isagi isn't looking all that hungrily at you.Â
There is a calculating sheen to his eyes. It's not cruel, but it's intense to be under. He seems to catch your spiking anxiety, probably due to his acute hearing and the way your pulse is undoubtedly thumping a little harder than it was a few minutes ago.
He sits beside you, though a few feet away. "There's no need to be nervous. They placed you with me because I go easy on the newbies."
"Do you have that reputation?"
Isagi nods. "I don't have a consistent auctor, so I'm frequently available to take fresh bloodâ ah, Iâm sorry, that probably sounded insensitive."
"No, no, it's fine. That's what I am, right?" You laugh, a little too high and tittering.Â
Isagi looks at you with undisguised sympathy. "It's okay to be uncomfortable. You can back out at any time, okay? I won't take any offense and you certainly wouldn't be the first."
It provides you some comfort. Isagi doesn't seem like the type to force you into anything, not to mention your contract has quite heavy penalties if a vampire were to take from you without your consent. A proper blood house protects its stock and all.
"That's good to know." You fiddle with the tassel trim from the throw pillow over your thighs.
Isagi reaches out and squeezes your knee.Â
"Do you have any preference for where I bite?"
Youâve thought about this. It would be better to not have any lingering marks visible for your day job, but that leaves your ankles and thighs as the most optimal spots. However... that seems quite intimate for a vampire that you only met in the last thirty minutes. Your wrist is another coverable-option, but you read online that that can lead to soreness that affects oneâs motor function temporarily, even with proper treatment and replenishing tonic. Your neck, by proxy, may be the best option. You purchased a mock neck in preparation for today, just in case, though you left it at home, air drying on your petite balcony following its first washing.Â
"I think," you swallow. "My neckâ may be preferable. Do you have any favorite spots?"
Isagi smiles again, a little sharper, but not mean. "Ah, for first timers, I usually go for a wrist or forearm. But post-defloratio, I preferâ" He looks a little shyer. It's cuteâ he's quite cute, isnât he? "Upper thigh, mainly."
"S-So my neck doesn't work?" You had some plan in your mind for how this would all go. You planned for your neck to be bitten, and the seeming lack of that option sends you into a minor panic, a weird threat of uncontrollability cascading down the back of your neck.
Isagi shakes his head, waving his hands in front of him. "No, no! Your neck is totally okay. It can just be a lot, for the auctor. Are you prepared for that?"
"Yes, I am." you say, though a good part of you wishes that a bite on the wrist was less risky. "I n-need my hands for work."
He looks at you thoughtfully. "Your file said you work at a bakery, right?â
"Mhm,â you nod. âI can't lose dexterity for the day job, you know?"
"Kneading a lot of dough?"
"Yesâ and I decorate our pastries, and it requires a steady hand."
"I see," Isagi squeezes your knee again. "Well, weâll be sure to keep your hands intact then. Your neck is perfect. Would you like to be thralled?"
Yes, is your immediate response, but you don't voice it yet.
Youâve read plenty about thralls. Both in online forums offering first hand accounts of the experience, and the most romanticized notion of them, plucked from the vampira amor genre of books that folks are so enamored with these days. It's less absolute than vampiric compulsion (a rare skill, though you've heard rumors that at least one of Bastard's Point's vampires has the ability.) But, it renders you highly suggestible, sedated in a supernatural way that makes the process of bloodtaking more pleasant. Some vampires don't like a thralled victim, they like the cortisol in their prey'sâ auctor'sâ blood.
You don't know Isagi's preference.
"... What would you prefer, zweiter Herr Isagi?"
You stumble over his coven title. Itâs not required, not at all, for as ancient an establishment as Bastardâs Point is, a mortal human using only a vampireâs given name is more than acceptable. If anything, itâs a bit odd that youâd use it in the privacy of an auctory suite. Your use of his full title is more a form of avoidance. A diversion, maybe. A poor attempt, all things considered.
Isagi examines you. The pit of his gaze feels endless. Itâs critical, unveiled in its intensity. Heâs drinking in every breath you take and every slight twitch of each individual muscle of yours. Youâre like a poor insect, pinned by thin needles for his analysis. Heâs taking you apart in a way that feels rending. He probably has been this entire time, Isagi just has been wearing a kinder cloak up until now. Heâs a disarming type of man, a dangerous type of vampire when he shows this side of himself, too.
You understand why he is Bastard Pointâs secondâ zweiter Herr.Â
Your nervousness, in contrast, is apparent. Your attempt at a verbal diversion is easily cast aside by Isagi, ever even-keeled, it seems. YouÂ
"Thralling is my go-to, especially considering this is your first time being fed from. It really tamps down any pain from the bite. And, if weâre lucky, it will feel pleasurable to be fed from, rather than painful."
You feel a little silly for trying to divert Isagi from your own fractiousness, but he doesnât seem put off by your attempt in doing so. He seems forgiving. It doesÂ
"Would it hurt, without a thrall?"
You know the answer already, but you want to know how Isagi will respond.
"It would, yes." Isagi says. "Quite badly, too. I've drank from a few auctors who preferred the barebones, no thrall at all, and itâs quite painful.â
Of course it would be. One is getting a bite from an iron-jawed vampire to your jugular.
"That makes sense." You tug the pillow to your chest and hold it tight against your sternum and ribs.Â
Youâve been dragging out the preamble, avoiding the inevitable.
Isagi must notice. You won't look at him anymore, fixated on the light-catching fabric of the pillow. You know you're hunched over a bit, shielding your core. It's only instinct, really, one that you don't know how to quell. Youâve willingly put yourself in private quarters with an apex predator, intent on your drinking your blood from the vein. Itâs only natural that your hindbrain is screaming at you, and your response to said screaming is to retreat into yourself, away from the source of your fear.
You could walk out. You could leave without consequence. Your contract has such a clause, built in for your comfort and safety. And yet, you don't move to exit.Â
(You need the money. Your cat had an emergency vet visit a few weeks ago, and rent is due in a few days. The bakery has been cutting your hours, little by little. Your purse is more empty than youâd like it to be. Despite this, even as you have spent the last few months being vetted to be a sanguinarius here, you're still a little terrified.)
"Hey, can you look at me?" Isagi implores you. You take a big breath, being so very brave, and turn to him. He's a little closer, but not cloyingly so. He smiles, brightly and kindly, that calculating side of him washed away. "There you are."
"Sorry," you apologize. "Iâm just nervous."
"That's alright, we'll take things slow. We can stop and be done at any point, okay?"
You nod, only a little assured. "... And you won't take too much?"
"No, no. promise. I've got good self-control, no need to worry about that. Though, you may be dizzy and a little nauseous regardless, but that's what I pre-poured that tonic for."
Ah, it's nice that he's so prepared. You appreciate his thoughtfulness. It puts you a little more at ease.
"Okay." you say, sounding smaller than you mean. "Thank you."
"Of course." his thumb rubs circles on your knee. "Would you prefer to have me drink from you here, or in bed?"
Ah, bed. The room feels like a parlor, but there is a queen sized mattress in a sub-room, just feet away. It's more hidden from the roomâs entrance than the couch. You're exposed here. But, the bed itself is on a four poster frame with gossamer drapery. The sheets look fine and soft. It feels like a more... intimate setting.Â
"Can you choose?" you reply.
Isagi looks... contented at that, almost like he's breathing a sigh of relief. You feel similarly. You don't know if it's presumptuous to want him to take the reins on this experience at this point, but whatever silly little plan you constructed prior feels more and more frail each second.Â
"Of course. I'll take the lead." He says. "Letâs stay here and get comfortable.Â
You nodâ that's more than fine. A couch feels less like you're about to fuck than the plush-looking bed.
Isagi shifts. "Trust me from here, okay?"
You nod again, a little dumbly as he moves closer. In a flash of motion, all vampiric speed, he is kneeling on the ground before you. He taps your knees and you spread them without thinking. He shuffles closer and you can feel heat rising in your cheeks.
"Herr Isagiâ"
"Trust me, remember?" He braces his hands on the inside of your knees, sliding them to your thighs, kneading the tense muscle.
You swallow audibly. Isagi's gaze shifts from the give of your thighs to your throat in an instant. He swallows too. He must beâ he must be thirsty.
His touch moves on from thighs. His hands ghost to your wrists, squeezing, before tracking up your arms. He rises from his kneel to a more upright position on his knees. Like this, he's a little taller than you. Itâs a good vantage. You look to your lap, unable to meet his eyes, whether they are pitying or hungry.
His fingers tips brush over your collarbones. You shiver.
He drags the backs of his fingernails around your jaw, lingering there. Back and forth, with a rhythm that's gentle, almost musical. He does it long enough that your pulse stops racing quite so quickly. You dare to look at Isagi directly.
Heâsâ pretty. He really is. His jaw is sharp but his cheeks are soft, especially for a vampire. His hair looks soft too, like it would be nice to put your hands in and musse up. His teeth are white, his canines sharp and a little too long, in that unnatural way that vampires are. Your throat bobs.
"Not so bad, right?"
You nod and Isagi looks pleased. He looks kind now. You understand why he is placed with new auctors like yourself. Youâre unsure that most vampires would take so much time with their meal, ensuring their comfort in this particular way, so intentionally.Â
His palms cup your cheeks. He's cold to the touch. Not like metal left in snow, he's better fed than that, but still too chilled to be human.
"Just relax for me," Isagi says softly, hushed, barely loud enough to hear.
His eyes are all soft-polished lapis, deep in hue like how an old sea is on a calm day. You feelâ absorbed by them. The color is in your throat, smooth and cool, but warming too, somehow. Like a heavy blanket. You feel your eyelids droop.
You feel like you're being pulled and pulled and pulledâ
Belatedly, you realize that this is his thrall. Panic climbs in your throat.
Itâs unnatural for a human to accept a thrall. For how many tens of thousands of years has falling prey to such a sensation meant certain death? There are some twitchy impulses that can't be quelled with gentle words, and this is apparently one of them.
You push where there is pull. You tense where youâre urged to loosen. You blink, rapidly, tears forming in your eyes.
Isagi shushes you, thumbing over your cheeks. "Don't fight it, love. Itâll only make this harder."
You can't nod, you're too ensnared for that. You whimper instead, mouth falling open like you're going to speak, but how could you? The world is glassy, far too smooth to hold onto. The thing pulling you back and back and away from your panic is so warm and inviting. Like a blanket of calm against your own maelstrom. Itâs so lovely that itâs disquieting.Â
You choke and jolt away, but Isagi's grip doesn't waver. He tightens his hold on your face, following your motion.
"Don't resist it, dear. I promise, it'll be alright. Just let go."
No. You shouldn't. The bulb of a brain at the top of your spine ignites like a spark on brush. You warble out some helpless sound, eyes stinging. You can't make out Isagi's expression, your vision is ringed at the edges, hazy in the center.
You do feel Isagi brush a thumb under your eye. "Be good and relax, I know you can."
Be good, be good, be good.Â
His words hit like a sedative directly into your veins. A noise gets caught in the back of your throat, and the pull feels easier to acquiesce too. The rigidity in you collapses like wobbly stones stacked atop one and other.
Isagi swoops you up. You dully feel yourself settled against the back of the couch. The weight of the pillow in your lap is suddenly gone.Â
"There we go." Isagi sounds so soothing. He's so warm-sounding, so easy to sink into. He smells nice, too. He did earlier, but you hardly made note of it. Now, his cologne is like a pleasantly-scented cloud that you're misted with.
His hands don't leave your face, you don't think so any way, but there's a shift of... something. Your vision is darker and for a moment, you think you've closed your eyes without meaning to. Thinking is hard, so difficult. It takes you a moment, and a weight settling over your thighs, to realize it's Isagi who has moved, eclipsing the light of the room.
His thighs are sturdy around your own, another heat source. Pleasant warmth begins to feel a little hotter, like the burn of liquor on the back of your tongue, sinking into you.
"You're doing so well, not fighting me at all." Isagi's voice is sweet and sticky like honey stirred into tea. It soothes any burn. You want to cling to it, get stuck in it and never move. "Just take what I give you from here, and you'll do well."
You can't nod, wordlessly or otherwise, anymore. Your hands twitch at your sides. You wish you could grab him, but you don't trust your body to respond to your thoughts in your intended way.
Isagi's hair brushes your neckâ it is soft. His lips ghost along the line of your throat. You jump with the pressure, even thralled. A little noise escapes you, watery in your ears.
"So sensitive." His voice is so close. You're going to drown in it. "You are fresh. And you smell so wonderful."
You feel him inhale against your skin. It feels indulgent of him, but youâre not in any place to refuse his greed, nor would you want to. Isagi presses his lips firmly against your throat. The pressure is dull, but there. So soft, too. His lips are soft. He really is so soft, especially for a vampire.
He keeps his lips on you, dotting them from spot to spot. You could almost call it kissing. Maybe it isâ if you weren't thralled, maybe you could tell definitively. Instead, it's all a wash of sensation. Heated and lovely and warm warm warm.
"You'll feel a little pressure, then you should feel good, maybe really good, if you're lucky." Isagi whispers. "Keep being good for me."
It's less of a request, more of a command. Your mind is too slow to catch all of the intention behind it though, especially as Isagi's jaws loosens and you feel two points against your throat.
Ahâ
He bites.
His fangs sink into you. Beneath the thrall, it's a wash of sensation. Heat, a tinge of a sharpness that's balmed by a gentle suck almost immediately. It's hardâ hard to catch all his motions. You think he removes his fangs from the wound and pulls away a little, just enough to fit his mouth over the punctures and suck.
That you feel, vibrantly beneath the thrall.
It's good. It's good, it's good, it's goodâ you're lost in how pleasurable it feels to have him sucking at the wound on your neck. There's a weight on your hips, holding you down, but still you arch into him, you feel yourself do it. Isagi gives a longer, deeper suck, a wet noise echoing into your ear. It doesn't disguise the groan from him that follows. Isagi shudders, you think. Or maybe, you're just vibrating where you sit.
He drinks to his heart's content. You're lost in the sensation of him, taking his fill of you with each slippery noise that slips from the seam of his mouth and the fragile skin of your neck. Itâsâ it's hot. It's so hot and not just in the way your skin is lighting on fire where he touches. Itâs molten in a way that sends liquid desire pooling between your thighs.
Youâre not sure how, but you managed to raise your hands. One grabs his sweater vest at his back, the other lands shakily into his hair. You don't intend to tug, but you do, holding him there. He outright moans into your skin.
You can't tell if it's him who rocks forward into your center, or you who grinds up into his.
Isagi pauses.
He isn't sucking anymore, just holding his mouth over the wound, inhaling and exhaling with enough force to feel like a strong gale. He's scenting you through his mouth, maybe? You heard most vampires can do that, like how cats do.
"Fuck." Isagi curses, pulling himself back.
You whine at the loss, at the way the heat retreats aside from the weight around your thighs and the hand of his that's still on your cheek.
"I have to," Isagi pants a little, "play it safe, baby. Can't take too much."
He hasn't taken too much, you want to tell him. He can have as much as he wants. He can drown on you, on all the blood from your veins that he wants. He can take and take and you'll give and give and give. Youâd let him crush you down, even, for him to consume in your entirety.
He rubs over your cheek, settling back over your thighs.
The haze subsides, but the heat remains.
Your head is tilted to the side, you realize. Itâs a better angle for him, but you hadn't even noticed that you'd been arranged in such a way. You blink, slow and unsteadily. Your chest is rising and falling in a way that almost hurts in its intensity. The side of your neck is wet. Isagi brings up something to hold against the wound there. It's soft, high quality linen. When you attempt to get a better look at him, not even moving your head, just your line of sight, your vision swims without any pleasant warmth.
You whimper behind your teeth and clamp your eyes shut. Dizziness rocks you, like you've drank too much yourself.
"Light-headed." Isagi says, rather than asks. He stretches and grabs the chalice with tonic. "Iâm putting a few drops of my blood in it to help the bite clot, okay?"
Fear shoots through you, all animal again. "Nooâ"
"Shh, it's okay." Isagi holds the cup, so cold, against your lips. Youâre so cold, arenât you? In your flesh. "I would need to take a lot more blood from you and feed you significantly more of mine to trigger any change."
You choose to trust him, if only because he is Bastard Pointâs second, and making a fledging of fresh blood would reflect poorly on him in a multitude of ways. He tilts the glass, just enough for you to get a reasonable mouthful of the tonic. It's metallic on your tongue, like you're licking a coin or a rod of grey metal. You grimace.
"It tastes bad, I know, but it'll help you to feel better. Bear it just a little longer." Isagi urges you.
You take only two more mouthfuls before you, painfully, wrench your head away from it. You still feel dizzy. However, there is something grounding about the cloth on your neck and Isagi's weight over you. Still on your thighs, in your lapâ still holding you down and preventing you from collapsing away.
Isagi seems content with your consumption and busies himself with patching up the side of your neck. He carefully tilts your head forward once he does. The gauze and medical tape adhered to your skin feel far less nice than his careful touch.
You open your eyes, finally.
Isagi looksâ ravished on top of you, really. He's still panting still. Your blood is smeared around his mouth, like he got a little messy during the feed and barely had time to wipe it away before tending to you. His own chest is heaving a little. Youâ you think you see a vague outline of something in his trousers. You don't linger there for long, but still blush rises in your cheeks.
"It'sâ normal." He attempts to excuse. You know this, you read about it online. Vampire feeding usually results in arousal for the vampire, a product of blood entering the vampire's body and going to the partsâ all partsâ where it regularly belongs and has been deprived of.
"S'okay." you slur. God, you're tired, actually. Fatigue settles like lead in your bone marrow. You blink up at Isagi slowly. "Did I taste good?"
You know the answer, but maybe, since Isagi's fed on you and some pretenses can be dropped after such an affair, you feel a little bolder.
Isagi must notice, his eyes narrow and he grins. "You tasted lovely."
"Did... Did you take too much?"
"No, you'll be alright." He assures you. He climbs off your lap. You mourn the loss of him as your hands fall heavily to your side. You try and brace yourself to push up off the couch and follow him as he flits off, but you almost immediately crumple back downâ
Isagi has an arm wrapped around your waist before you can even blink. That unnatural speed of his jars you, all you can do is blink at him. He furrows his brow, looking more concerned than upset.
"You need to move slowly, you're going to feel ill for a while. Let me fetch you a blanket, alright?"
Half of you wants to ask if Isagi would help you hobble to the bed across the room, but the couch is much closer, and not that uncomfortable. You don't think he spilled any blood on it either, though you assume that's a common casualty given the nature of your suite.
You relent and lay down on your side on the couch, your beloved throw pillow finally serving its intended purpose. You close your eyes once more. Your vision still feels a little rocky, and it's easier to manage in darkness. You understand why Bastard's Point keeps its lighting so minimal even when there are plenty of humans in its halls. It's far easier to cope with the lingering effects of vampire saliva and blood loss in the dim lighting.
A heavy blanket is settled over you. It's soft and knit, you can tell. It smells nice, like a good, herbal detergent. You know that some blood houses focus on cleanliness above all, and make a point to keep their halls smelling like the alcohol and other cleaning agents they use. You appreciate that Bastard's Point does not. It feels more homey. Even if that homey feeling comes from a building in the shape of a gothic fortress.
A hand slides into your hair, rubbing over your hairline gently. You crack your eyes open to Isagi kneeling, once more, beside the couch. He looks more settled, clean around the mouth and boyish all over. There's a flush in his cheeks and his eyes don't seem to vacuous anymore. He needed a good meal, clearly.
"How long do we have the room?" You ask.
"As long as we'd like. We don't rush off humans after a feed, especially not fresh ones, like you. We don't want you stumbling out onto the street half-drained."
"I suppose it would be a bad look for the coven." You sigh.
"Well, that, and," Isagi chooses his words carefully. "Weâre selective with our stock, here. We'd rather have happy humans who are frequent auctors within our walls, rather than a larger catalogue who are less well kept that are here less regularly."
"Hence all the vetting?"
"Thatâs part of it, yes." Isagi nods. He scratches the back of your neck. You feel a bit like a pet kitty, but you don't tell him to stop. You wonder if a thrall has any lingering effects. You feelâ too shy to ask, now. Youâll comb some forums when you get home.
"That makes sense." you let your eyes drift shut again. Blood loss still has you feeling off kilter. You want to rest and not move. "Will you leave?"
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"No, no. I like to make sure whoever I feed from is on their own two feet with bright eyes before I depart. I'll walk you to the main doors too."
"Thank you."
"It's the least I can do." You dare say that Isagi sounds a little indignant. "How did it feel for you?"
"... Being fed on?"
He hums an affirmative.Â
You shift deeper into the blanket and a roll of nausea hits you again, but it subsides quickly. "It wasn't so scary, once the, uh, thrall hit. I'm sorry I fought you to get there."
"It's alright." There's a notable pause. He sounds softened. "It's only natural."
"I suppose." you don't disagree. You wonder if relenting to a thrall's gravity gets easier. "Otherwise, it was... good. It felt good. Does it always feel that good?"
"Depends." Isagi covers what could only be a delighted laugh. "On the vampire and their flavor of thrall. And the auctor themselves."
âIt varies that much?â
âIndeed.â
"Have you been given such rave reviews before?"
"Like I said, they give newbies to me for a reason."
It reminds you that Isagi is... a 'starter' of sorts. Next time you come in, two weeks from now per your contract, you will more than likely be assigned to a different vampire, unless Isagi requests you specifically. Based on what you were told by the initial attendant and Isagi himself, it doesn't seem like something he really does.
"Sad," you say, words round in your mouth and misshapen. "Iâd like to see you again."
(You want to feel that good again.)
(There is a specific clause in your contract that clears consensual intercourse around a feeding if desires are made known--)
"Who says you won't?"
"Mister newbie, the vampire in front of me, I think." You force your eyes open and flash him a smile. "Iâll be alright, I'm sure."
Your eyelids are so heavy. They close again and Isagi doesn't reply. But, his hand doesn't leave your hair, not until it tracks lower. Over your shoulders, to your back, where he rubs and scratches. It feels good, even if the sensation prickles a little bit as your body remembers itself and its blood, piece by piece.
A quiet envelops the room. The only sounds are the ambient ones from the building itself. The distant sound of voices and the thrum of footsteps on the polished stone floors that lay the castle. There's maybe a drip from the sink across the room. Isagi doesn't stop petting you. You donât want him to.Â
Isagi interrupts the quiet with a conviction that makes your heart drop and leap, all at once.
"Nothing bars me from taking what I want." Isagi says. His tone forces you to look at him. He's closer than before, pupils large and eclipsing. "And you tasted very good, you know that?"
You swallow, your throat dry and your mouth tasting like the replenishing tonic.
"So you say."
Isagi leans forward, nosing into your cheek. You let him, lacking any thrall.
âI mean it." Isagiâs lips drag a path that's hot like fresh embers. âAnd I'm at liberty to take another taste if I should request you, arenât I?â
"I suppose you are."
And whether you mean too, or it's some animal in you that's been warped by a single feeding, you bare your throat to him. You hear his breath catch. And though he doesn't dare to bite you in your condition, you know that he watches your jumping pulse with nothing but interest, desireâ
And the undying hunger that only an undying being can have.
okay so like, big fan of that concept and i would loveeee to see how you expand on it. love me a icky, creepy guy, especially when there is emotional or angsty side themes. isagi is a great choice tbh, i need to see more of him as the perv he is. i can also see reo (yes i am sooo biased because he is my fave, but like hear me out- he has the charm, the money and cocky nature in general but he's also soooo yandere too, like you've seen how he ended up when nagi left right? he has potential for horror cnc/ noncon type stuff and i'll stand on that). also karasu does has the confidence and he looks like he can pull girls, but he also gives sleezy vibes. another one is hiori, he's a sadist. very quiet but also calculating? so he's like...a hard maybe. and then i'm throwing kaiser in the mix because i can. haha but these are just options and my thoughs which can be not so accurate with their actual characteristics, you do not have to consider them haha sorry again for the ramblings! i do look forward to what you decide tho! (also i don't have an X acc, so i couldn't see the full posts. but i'll make an acc and check it later.
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WAITTTTT i kind of love the hiori pick. he looks so sweet he looks very convincing..............i think reo is also a good pick, but i dont like reo IM SORRYYYyyuhkldfl;//.....
kaiser is perfect for manipulation fics but i feel like he's a little more evil and a little more direct..i have drafts for him!!!! stuff like age gap and piss and humiliation :3
hope all goes well for you then! life can be weird at times. and yes yes, i know that feeling - that's why i stopped for a while. then i rewatched blue lock and got some motivation to write hah. do you have any characters that stand out to you? any that you can get any concepts out for?
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for ideas OK so im still stuck on this post AND also i saw this twitter acc yesterday and i just cant stop thinking about basically cam boy x innocent yn? like. he usually films all his encounters but they meet outside his cam stuff and she doesnt feel comfortable but she wants himt o like her so she forces herself and i kinda want it angsty but like really smutty too >.>
i cant think of a character that even fits this scene like...i need someone charismatic enough to be a camboy in the first place and he needs to have charm...if nothing else works though........ isagi <3
re the twitter acc: this video specifically. look at the way hes coaxing her to be more comfortable LIKEEE.........its making me feel some type of way
HII, im a long time follower - but first time messaging i think. anyway i just saw your post and im so happy youre back and writing !!!! its been so long and ngl even though we never spoke i did miss your content !!! hope youre keeping well ⥠stay safe xoxo
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hiii hades!!! thanks for reading, dont worry im never gonna stop writinggg. im just in a weird place rn like who do i write for??? really need to get a new fixation so i can write again >.<
synopsis: isagi can't resist to opportunity to have you, if only by chance.
tags: r18, pro-player!isagi, noncon, alcohol, degradation, vomit, choking, forced breeding, kidnapping if u squint
isagi didnât know who you were, just that you had come in with the group of girls that had been invited to the afterparty.
but he watches you, canât take his eyes off of you since the moment you walked in. he could tell that you arenât comfortable, that you didnât want to be here really, clinging to the one girl whom he guessed had brought you here.
he watches as you nervously down drink after drink, your eyes glazing over after every glass. and he watches as you try to get up, swaying side to side.
he appears next to you at the right time, catching you just as your head falls onto his shoulder.
âcareful,â he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.
you moan, and his cock instantly hardens.
ââŠbathâroom,â you hiccup.
her friend looks at her worriedly, but isagi gives her a stellar smile.
âiâll take care of her,â he assures her.
she looks worried, but kaiser coaxes her attention back to him, and she lets you go.
youâre disoriented when isagi escorts you out of the room, but even in your inebriated state you know that this is not the way to the bathroom. heâs steering you through hallways, past bouncers, into a quiet room labelled with VIP.
the silence in the room is so different from the thumping music outside, but you feel so heavy that you canât force anything coherent out of your mouth.
âdonât worry,â isagi leads you to the couch, pushing you down, âiâm just letting you rest.â
he sits next to you, letting your head rest on his lap. you feel dizzy, like the room is spinning. heâs brushing the strands of hair thatâs falling across your face away, but the motion only makes you more uneasy.
for a moment you close your eyes, but immediately you feel isagiâs hand driftâover your shoulder, skimming the strap of your dress, down to the exposed swell of your breast. you stir, but you donât stop him.
he pauses for a moment, his fingertips grazing over your skin, before you hear him suck in a deep breath.
âyouâre so fucking hot,â he rasps, and itâs so low that you think youâre hallucinating.
but the air has shifted, and you know what you heard when you feel his hand reaching down past the neckline, pulling it down and letting your tits spill out of your dress.
you groan, protesting, but youâre so incoherent that it wouldnât surprise you if he thought you were moaning to his touch.
and logically, you knew you didnât want this, couldnât want this, but you also couldnât stop your body from responding.
when he swipes his thumb over your nipple, pebbled after being exposed to the cold air, you canât help but squeeze your legs together. you hope heâs too busy fondling you to notice, because he would take it as encouragement.
you donât know if itâs just the alcohol or the guilt of enjoying the feeling of being violated, but the pit of your stomach starts to churn.
âfuck,â isagi swears, loud and clear this time, âget on your knees.â
and before you even know whatâs happening, heâs picking you up, handling you like a ragdoll, and settling you on the floor, between his legs. you canât keep your head up, laying it on his knee while he unbuckles his pants.
heâs rock hard when he pulls his cock out. your heart is pounding now, knowing whatâs going to happen, but not being able to stop it.
isagi taps his dick against your cheek a few times, letting a groan out. the warmth of his skin makes you pliant, your lips parting ever so slightly.
âopen your mouth wider,â he demands, holding your chin, âand stick out your tongue.â
you shake your head weakly, trying to protest. he grips your chin tighter, fixing your gaze on him.
âdo it,â he tells you again, firmer this time.
you let your tongue fall between your lips, and he takes the opportunity to slide his cock inside, shoving it between your loose lips.
your fingers dig into his strong thighs as he pushes deeper and deeper into your throat. he buries his hands in your hair, maneuvering your head the way he wanted it, just as heâs hitting the back of your throat.
his grip on your hair tightens until it stings, bringing tears to your eyes, as he continues to fuck your face.
you start sputtering when he quickens his pace. heâs greedy, relentless, his groans echoing through the room.
âfuck, your mouth feels so goodâŠâ he encourages you, raking his fingers through your hair.
you start to panic when he pushes your head all the way down, his cock lodged deep in your throat. itâs hard to breathe with your nose pressed into his skin. youâre tapping on his knee, trying to pull your head back, but itâs as if he doesnât register anything his own pleasure.
you desperately suck in half a breath when he finally releases his hold. you start to cough, trying to catch your breath. heâs watching you with a smug smirk as you heave once, twice, before spitting up onto the floor.
âcanât help it?â he teases.
isagi looks at your tear stained face, drool leaking down your chin, and he canât help himself. he knew you would be this beautiful. he cups your face in his hand, swiping his thumb over your lower lip. you look dazed, but scared, and his cock is only getting harder.
âopen up,â he demands, his eyes narrowing when you start to resist again, âcome on, baby.â
his other hand is circling your neck, so you comply.
he shoves his cock into your mouth again, moving his hips frantically as he holds down the back of your head on his lap with both hands.
when he finally lets you breathe, you canât help it anymoreâyou heave and you empty all the contents of your stomach onto the floor where youâre kneeling.
heâs holding your head up by your hair, keeping you upright when all you want to do is collapse.
âdirty girl,â he chides, gaze gliding over your fucked up face, âfilthy fucking slut.â
you canât even respond. you feel so vulnerable and exposed, with your tits on display and your dress hiked up around your hips. youâre starting to sober after throwing up and the bitter taste of bile lingers in your mouth.
âyou wore this dress for me,â he rasps, sliding his finger under the hem of the skirt and hooking it under the string of your thong.
âyou wanted me to notice you.â
he rips the thin fabric off of you, baring your pussy as he lets it drop to the floor.
âi couldnât take my eyes off of you,â he confesses, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you to him.
he turns you over, laying you down on the couch where he was just sitting, and spreading your legs for him.
he runs a finger through your folds, stopping at your hole.
âi wanted to fuck you in this dress so bad,â he tells you, âi knew you wanted it.â
you mewl, shaking your head.
âyes you did,â he repeats, furrowing his eyebrows, âyou fucking whore. coming to these after parties night after night, looking to get yourself a rich husband.â
he spits on your pussy, as if disgusted with you. the sound cracks through the room, and his spit is hot on your skin. you squirm uncomfortably. he slides his finger through your folds again, lubing you up with his spit until his finger is pressed inside you.
you moan at the intrusion. but heâs gripping your thigh, keeping you open for him.
âiâll take care of you,â he promises, moving his fingers inside you, âiâll fuck you nice and good until your womb is full of my cum.â
you freeze up at that, starting to struggle against him more.
but heâs relentless, sliding a second finger into you, stretching you out in preparation for him. carving his shape into your body.
âiâm going to cum inside,â he growls, towering over you now, pushing your knees up to your chest, âiâm gonna get you pregnant and youâre going to have my baby. thatâs what you wanted, isnât it?â
isagi wraps his hand around your neck, knowing that if you struggle any more you wonât be able to breathe. he strokes his cock once, twice, as his eyes are glued to your tits, and then heâs pushing himself into you.
your eyes roll to the back of your head as he bottoms out. heâs filling you up completely with his cock. he starts thrusting into you slowly, so that you feel every inch of him as he takes you for himself.
âyouâre so fucking tight,â he grunts, pulling back, âthought you would be a loose whore, but youâre perfect.â
he pushes back in.
you canât even tell him that this was only your second time attending these after parties, that you had only come because your roommate insisted it would be fun. that even the dress he loved so much was borrowed.
the lack of air makes it hard to think. you can only focus on the way his hips are moving against yours and the way his cock tunneling in and out of your pussy. he fucks you until youâre weak, until you canât fight back anymore. until he can loosen the hand on your neck and you would obey any command he gave you.
isagi pulls out, taking a moment to appreciate your expression. thereâs drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth from the way you were gasping for air, and your eyes are completely blank.
with a satisfied smile, he scoops you up in his arms and puts you on his lap with your back to his chest.
he presses kisses from the top of your head, down the column of your neck, the curve of your shoulder. heâs playing with your nipples, knowing exactly how to make you react to his touch. just as youâre relaxing into his arms, he spreads your legs open, hooking his arms under your knees, bracing your feet on his lap.
your pussy is completely exposed now, facing the door. he laughs.
âanyone could walk in right now,â he taunts, âand no one would believe that you didnât want thisâŠespecially now that youâre enjoying it.â
before you can say anything, he guides his cock back into you. he enjoys your little gasps, and the way your hand is frantically trying to grab onto anything, as if itâll steady you. but he has you completely on his lap, restricting your movements, placing you just how he wants you.
isagi canât get enough of you, with your head rolling back so sweetly against his shoulder.
he gathers your knees up to your chest and fucks into you harder and harder. heâs chasing his own high, rutting into your tight cunt. heâs encouraged by the long moans that keep coming out of your mouth, the ones you canât hold in because heâs fucking you so hard, until youâre squealing.
âfuck, you feel amazingâŠâ isagi breathes, âyour pussyâs gripping me so tight. youâre gonna milk me dry, baby.â
he slams your hips down, bouncing you up and down on his lap like youâre his plaything. fucking you like youâre his property. you canât move even an inch without him restricting you, guiding you where he wants you.
you hear his labored breathing start to quicken, to get heavier. you feel his forehead against your skin, his hot breath blowing over your back.
âyouâre gonna make me cum,â he tells you, and it sounds like a warning.
you lie there limply, taking his cock inch by inch. the constant movement feels tiring, and your head is still heavy with alcohol. drool is dripping out of the corner of your mouth, completely out of your control, and you know itâs hopeless.
âfuck,â he swears, his jaw clenched, âiâm cummingââ
you mewl when you feel him pulse, pumping you full of hot cum, and he holds you down, forcing you to take every drop. youâre not sure itâs the alcohol anymore. youâre limp and you feel exhausted.
âlook at you,â he murmurs, his hand coming up to the base of your neck.
he pushes you to look down, to watch his cock slip out of your pussy. you exhale loudly. the cum is slowly dripping out, proof that heâd completely possessed you.
isagi presses a kiss to your jaw.
âcome on, baby,â he whispers, âiâll take you home.â
your mind barely registers. homeâŠ? you think. but you canât find enough energy to react, to ask what he means by home.
you cling to him helplessly as he takes you off his lap, pulls your dress back down without your panties, and carries you out with his cum still smeared between your thighs.
HIIIIIIIIIIIIII actually i have been playing more genshin than usual bcoz i want those constellations.............SPOILERS act i of the nod krai archon quest got me so tight i love lumine and aether sm and then the BETRAYAL........but idk about how much i like current nod krai characters i really just like the traveler lore
the region itself is really nice and i love the compass so ive been exploring more than ive ever done (my sumeru desert is at 9-12% if ure wondering how much i hate exploration)
i will be diligently saving for columbina and nicole and alice!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also plz give a proper review of the magical girl vibe itâs so cute
okay okay BTW I SAW THAT IT SOLD OUT AFTER I POSTED THE LINK...
ive only been using it as a vibrator coz i havent figured out how to use the clit sucker...idk if mines defective or im just clueless but the clit sucker portion of the wand doesnt pulse or move at all... one time i saw it vibrate but it never happened again so IDK... also tmi but i realized i have a lot of pussy folds and my clit is hooded so its actually really hard to get a good suction on it so yeah
for the vibrator, the handle vibrates the hardest. the head where the clit sucker is doesnt do much so i flip over to use that part instead :3 i rly like the vibration patterns and the intensities, its better than my bullet vibe.
for the interchangeable heads, the bow is obviously the cutest but its sooo big and its it really gets in the way lol the heart head is also cute but its like really thick? i usually have one of the other non disruptive heads on it. i would tell u how the different heads work with suction but i dont know!!!
the wand itself is smaller than other wands (i think) but its still kinda bulky so i dont use it for sex, its easier to position with the bullet vibe
