Prompt by @drpeppertummy
Tired. Your character comes home starving and utterly exhausted. Will they have the energy to cook something?
[Vampire, liquid bloating]
It wasn't often anymore that Ellisar left the temple for extended periods of time, but taking the time to visit his family for the day was almost a necessity more than anything else. When he'd been living alone in his tower of isolation, Ellisar was left well enough alone other than frequent phone calls from them. Now that he's integrated himself back into society, going back home every once in a while to catch up wouldn't... *kill* him. Especially not now... Since his experimental necromantic ritual turned him from your average high elf into a blood sucking vampire, filling food was hard to come by. Or at least it would have been *much* easier to come by if he was at home.
Thankfully, the ritual didn't make eating regular food impossible or harmful to him by any means, just never enough to satisfy. If he did decide to eat humanoid food, he'd more than likely eat himself sick before he felt any kind of relief from the hunger he felt. That *did* make things exceptionally easier in convincing his family that he was doing fine, despite his stomach occasionally protesting from hunger. His mother did sound a touch concerned when he sounded so hungry *after* eating, but it was relatively easy for him to abscond after dinner.
His family was *nice, lovely, a picture-perfect little home to present to the neighbors and town as a whole.* Ellisar... never really felt like he fit into the bright, sunny, happy ideal that his parents were trying to propetuate to the others in the town he'd grown up in. Going back home after he spent so much time and effort to get away was... draining, to say the least. Going to that town was *always* draining, no matter if he was alone or if one of his partners decided to join him. It was unforutnate Zeke, Sani or Mal couldn't come with him this time...
By the time he stumbles back into the temple's halls, the majority of the temple should be sleeping or working. Ellisar grips a hand into his side as another hollow sounding growl emits from him and echos through the temple's main hall. All the interaction and show of his arcane prowess took all his energy out of him. The sooner that he can get back to his own room, the better... Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to get there, just a journey to the library and entering through a false bookshelf to get to his own quarters for the evening.
The temple's resident doctor-in-training was a godsend after Ellisar had accidentally turned himself into a dhampir... Where he thought he would have been scolded for being so greedy and foolish, Ellisar was met with only love and understanding from most everyone in the temple. As such, a vast majority of his partners chose to donate blood for him as often as physically allowed to do. The extra bags were kept in a small fridge underneath his workbench for more convinence.
He digs through the samples he currently has and picks out two that he knows he thoroughly enjoys the taste of: One from his long-time partner, Zeke, and the other from the resident doctor-in-training himself. The samples need a few minutes to come to room temperature before he can enjoy them properly, but a sharp pang in his stomach causes him to double over slightly. He should *really* invest in something to gradually warm them up, rather than flashing them with a heating spell... but he truly couldn't wait any longer. The exhaustion was closing in on him, and if he continued to wait, there was a good chance he'd go and find his little eladrin plaything to drink directly from the tap. Last he checked tonight, Zeke was working at the casino until... 3 hours from now. Ugh... flash heating it is.
He hovers one hand over the two packs of blood and allows a heating spell to radiate from his palm, readying his meals in a matter of moments. The short exertion of arcane energy only serves to deepen his exhaustion, causing his knees to begin going weak underneath him. Before he can collapse to the floor, Ellisar opens up the first bag, takes the "straw" end, and places it into his mouth for less messy consumption. As soon as the first drop hits his tongue, El lets out a long, muffled moan and settles into a chair nearest the fridge.
The taste of Zeke's blood was the first he'd known, and after sampling from everyone else in the temple, he was still one of Ellisar's favorite tastes. It... was almost like a sour candy, sweet with a bit of extra kick to it; and almost completely devoid of any iron-y aftertaste. Every gulp settled down low in his stomach, filling the void that had been left behind with something that his body would consider as more substantial and only served to make his exhaustion melt away with every sip.
He gets about halfway through the bag before his opposite hand snakes up to unbutton his shirt, face lightly dusting in a blush as he starts rubbing his own stomach. It felt... exquisite to begin feeling the first signs of satiety... but he wasn't just going for the feeling of being sated. No... Ellisar wanted to stuff himself silly, and he was about halfway to accomplishing that goal by the time that the first bag of blood disappeared into him. He pulls the straw of the bag out of his mouth to admire his own handiwork as the final tastes of his boyfriend linger against his tongue shamelessly.
With a nice bit of weight to his stomach, Ellisar takes a deep breath and lets it out in a slow, drawn out sigh; finishing with an exaggerated groan. *Gods* was he happy to be home. He stays to run his hand across his warm, pleasantly full belly before turning to grab one of his cigarettes full of his latest aphrodisiac blend and sticks it in his mouth. He brings out a match to light it, and soon a nice, warm buzz accompanies the soft stretch of his usually thin tummy. Once he's finished smoking, he reheats the next portion of his meal and pops the straw of the bag into his mouth.
Llyrune's blood was another of El's personal favorites to taste. It... was *almost* like a smoothie. Fruity, almost tropical tasting; with additional notes of floral hibiscus. *How* he was able to get such complex flavors out of a person's blood, he still wasn't sure... But he certainly wasn't complaining. The variety in taste at least keeps things interestng. The high elf dhampir moans between each drink, scooting to the edge of his seat and grinding against it as he feels himself getting fuller and fuller by the moment. One liter was usually enough to keep him full and satisfied for a good while... But *gods* did he adore the rush in energy he would get with overstuffing himself on the blood of his partners... If only one of them were around to rub his now aching stomach... and someone to tease him and play between his legs wouldn't be unwelcome either...
