My Ichor | Blood Play
Synopsis: For as long as the Kamo clan had existed, a treaty had been in place with a certain vampire deity. In exchange for a sacrifice once every year, you would ward away bad omens from the surrounding areas. The clan had upheld this tradition without fail, yet this year, it was the black sheep’s turn. What will come of this “tainted” sacrifice?
Word Count: ~3.4k
Content Warning: Top!Black!Vampire!Male Reader x Bottom!Sacrifice!Choso Kamo, Nasty, sinful sex (MDNI), Reincarnation mention, Horror Elements, Cultish Behavior, Blood Play, Sadist/Masochistic Tendencies, Humiliation, Control Kink, Size Difference, Mirror Sex. Methinks that's all… hopefully.
Notes from Aeternum: Wanted to get a Kinktober post in before the month ended, and I thought up this little morsel. Choso has a soft spot in my heart, so ‘f course I had to show love.
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Choso doesn’t remember when it started.
Maybe he was cursed to this fate before he was brought into the world, god knowing that he had a future out of his control.
Born with shifting, unnatural markings and blood that ran gold instead of red, he was destined to be cast aside.
He remembers the years of trying to reach out, of longing to connect with his kin, hoping that someone would reciprocate his efforts, but not even his parents would bat an eye. Conversations would stop when he walked by, warm gazes shifting to those of disdain. Not even the maids would touch him for fear of being cursed themselves. But through all that, he would still try. Try when his relatives spit on him, when he had to forage because scraps were all that was left, even when younger clan members would hit him.
But when his cousin spent his last moments with the clan looking at him in disgust, knowing full well this would be the last time he would see him, Choso knew it would never be enough.
Now, he doesn’t bother. Not with talking, with social image—because the only thing he has left is trying to be the best sacrifice he can be, and he doesn’t need other people to do that.
The day for his sacrifice had to be chosen out of spite. The air was dense, fog so thick a person’s nose was barely visible in front of them. It doesn’t help that it rained the night before, leaving an air of melancholy about the compound.
Choso wakes up to a special soap and a ceremonial robe outside of his door. “Guess it's my time…”
Usually, the sacrifices would be assisted in bathing by maids, but the silence that greeted him when he got to the hot spring wasn’t a surprise. At least he gets to use the ceremonial bath instead of the outdoor shower he’s been relegated to since he could walk.
The warm water of the spring slips over his ivory skin, cascading down and through the years of muscle he accumulated in solitude. The soap smells of hemp and almond, and makes the markings on his body bloom and shift wildly.
He’s confused. His markings usually changed with his mood, and he doesn’t feel particularly conflicted at the moment, so what could be causing this?
The answer comes in a warmth that begins settling in the pit of his stomach, cheeks and upper body flushing as his body betrays him, toughened skin now hyper-sensitive.
Choso never bothered with self pleasure. What good would it do to becoming the best sacrifice? Now, he’s wondering why he never did. 23 years without experiencing this?
His hands map over his body with an unfamiliarity like he’s never known himself. When the pad of his index finger ghosts over a perked nipple, sparks of pleasure run down his spine, eliciting a lewd keen.
‘Why can’t I stop?’ He thinks to himself, pinching and rubbing the hardened nubs.
Wanton whines and mewls spill out of his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as if that’ll make the desire stop. He’s only halted by his legs giving out, dunking him underwater.
The sound of blood rushing through his ears graces him as he surfaces, eyes wide.
Panting, he crawls out of the bath, barely managing to put the robes on correctly before stumbling to the sanctum of the compound.
The world is spinning when he collapses in the middle of the circle of people lining the room. Through blurred vision, he sees his parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, all led in a chant by the head of the clan. An enormous mirror adorns the ceiling, leaving every square inch with a reflection. Choso blinks away the tears of pleasure, seeing the state he’s in, surrounded by his kin.
“Blood to bind, breath to call. O great (Y/N), we send thy, for it is through your grace and our reverence that we continue.” The head beseeches.
Two of his cousins step forward, one with a blindfold, the other with a dagger. The cousin with the dagger acts first, harshly gripping each of his wrists, slashing a clean line through both of his palms.
A yelp of pain is what should’ve escaped his mouth, but instead, a shameless wail of pleasure warbles out of his throat, gold blood flowing onto intricate designs on the floor he didn’t notice before.
Before he can witness any more, the other cousin roughly ties the blindfold around his eyes. The removal of one of his senses heightens all of the others tenfold, leaving him prey to all the stimuli he could barely resist before.
The clan watches in nervous anticipation as his golden life-force meets itself, completing the magic circle.
Nothing happens.
Gasps echo around the room as the clan look at each other frantically.
“He was supposed to be teleported there by now!” One says, whispering harshly. “What will come of us now?!” Another cries out.
So he really was cursed, huh?
Through the unrelenting pleasure he’s feeling, a bitter laugh escapes him, tears threatening to wet the blindfold. “So they were right-” He’s cut off by a glow that blinds him through the blindfold, accompanied by a pulse of pleasure in his lower abdomen.
Another cry of pleasure ripples through him as the clan members watch in bewilderment as you manifest in front of Choso, gazing down at him with wild eyes.
“What is the meaning of this?! (Y/N) has never appeared before!” The head of the clan screams, backing up in fear. You pay him no mind, leaning down and picking up Choso, resting him against your chest. One strong hand rests on his waist, the other coming up to cup his cheek. You feel him tremble under your touch as you remove the blindfold.
Choso’s never seen such a beautiful person.
Your skin is a glowing milk chocolate, accented by a birthmark on your cheek and red eyes that almost light up the room. Delicate curls fill an afro that can only be described as perfect. His wide eyes fall downward, now noticing the sharp fangs that are digging into your plump lips—exposing your barely contained restraint.
You wear a knitted turtleneck and dress pants that must be custom tailored.
Jesus Christ. Is that a cock in your pants or a stalk of bamboo?
“Ah ah.. My eyes are up here, little bloodbag.” You whisper, tilting his chin back up with your thumb.
Fuck, why do you have to be so tall too? Choso is by no means small, but it almost feels like his 6’3 doesn’t matter when you tower over him this easily.
“O great one. Please forgive us for providing such a low quality sacrifice-” “Silence”
Your rich, alluring voice reverberates around the room, filling their ears and infiltrating their very beings. The head of the clan squeaks, fear paralyzing him.
“You all don’t even know what he is, do you?” You query, staring the clan members down.
One person musters up the courage. “He’s cursed!” They shout, other members finding their voices now. “Yeah! His blood is gold, he’s a tainted sacrifice!” One of Choso’s aunts yells.
“Did I not say silence?” You thunder, voice icy. Your expression breaks into one of rage, eyes sharpening. Your gaze moves back to Choso, who’s panting into your chest, inhaling your scent—hemp and almond.
“Have they always treated you like this, my prize?” You whisper, cupping his face with both hands now. Choso blinks away the haze in his vision, hands resting softly on top of yours. “Mhm..” He nods, rubbing his cheek on your palm. “What would you like me to do about it?”
Choso looks—really looks at those he’s had to call family for his entire life. He tries to recall a positive memory with them, but none pop up.
He hides his face back in your turtleneck. “Don’t wanna see them.” He stammers, gasping when your hands go back to holding his hips through the thin robe.
A feral smile expands across your face, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the sanctum.
“Close your eyes for me, starlight.” You say, stepping back from Choso. He obliges, looking down.
“Now just wait a second-” The clan head tries to get out, but you’re already upon him.
Your claws decapitate his head cleanly, body falling to the ground with a loud thunk. The rest of the members watch in horror as blood pools around your feet, seeing you lick the blood off of your claws.
“Peugh. Gross…” You mumble, before teleporting to the next victim.
The sanctum erupts in chaos as everyone runs to avoid your wrath, but it’s of no use. You tear one person’s heart out, biting another with your fangs and draining them dry. Dumping the bodies on the ground, you rush to the next one.
Choso hears it all, from the muffled grunts of the old to the wails of the young. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but he feels the coldness of your hands on his face once more after some time.
“Good boy. You can open your eyes now~” You coo, helping him to his feet.
A spark of twisted pleasure spreads in his brain when he sees the fate of his former clansmen. Blood paints the wall like abstract art, headless bodies occupying floorspace like a shitty bear rug. He spots a younger cousin that hit him for hours once, eyes lifeless, innards splayed across his gaping chest. He wants to feel a little remorse, at least for a life cut short, but all he musters is a satisfied chuckle.
Your cold body slots in behind him, strong arms wrapping around his body.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You murmur into his ear, licking the shell. “Y-Yeah..” He musters out, body fluttering at the wet appendage.
Turning him to face you, you gaze at him reverently.
“What’s your name, my ichor?” You croon, staring at him with those hypnotic red eyes.
“C-Choso…” He gasps, feeling your hands splaying and exploring his body. “Mmm… Such a pretty name for a pretty prize.” You bring one of his hands up, licking the dried golden essence. Your eyes glow even brighter, growls rumbling in your throat as you lap up every molecule of blood. Choso whimpers and pants, body still sensitive from the special bath. The mark on his nose warps from the black bar to thin lines over his nose and eyes, before flashing back to the bar, then the spiked version. You, ever the observant being, notice.
“Oh? Someone likes this. Nasty slut~” You purr, spinning and pulling his back flush against your chest.
His head spins, cheeks ripening as a lewd moan escapes him. That feral grin graces your face again, hand splaying over his lower abdomen as you whisper something in an ancient tongue.
Choso’s eyes widen as otherworldly pleasure sprawls through his body. It pulses, ceaseless and intense—he almost doubles over, only held up by your strong hands. He glances down, eyes widening as he sees a large mark scrawled across him. It pulses and glows in time with the bolts of pleasure racing to every nerve ending.
“I own you now, and you’re never leaving me~” You croon, tapping the sigil, sending even more pleasure through him. Your onyx hands trapeze up his body, ripping the robes apart and leaving him bare before your hungry gaze.
Choso’s hands try to hide himself, deep blush stretching across his face.
“Ah ah ah, none of that. Let me see you.” You drawl, using one hand to hold both of his above his body. Your fingers trace around his nipples, pinching and rolling the buds between the pads.
Keens and mewls roll off his tongue, arching into your touch.
“More.. need more~” He whines, tears dotting his lashes as he looks back at you oh so prettily.
Your grin stretches, grabbing his chin and kissing him with fervor. You suck and nip at his lips, gasping into the messy kiss. You spank him, his mouth opening in a moan as you slip your longer tongue into his wet cavern. Sweet—like cream dango. You can’t get enough, slurping up his noises. You rub over the tender spot before kneading his plush rear, coaxing more noises out of him.
His cock strains and bobs in the cold air, dripping onto the blood-stained floor, mixing into a filthy, sinful mess.
“Needy boy needs to cum?” You hum, wrapping a large hand over his member.
Choso cries out, precum spilling onto your fingers as his dick throbs in your hand fervently. You stroke him, pulling him back into your clothed member, hard and heavy in your pants.
“Feel that? I’m going to split you open.” You growl, stroking him faster.
The warmth in his stomach begins to twist into something new, something that he instinctively knows will make him fall apart in your possessive hold. His moans grow higher pitched, more needy—you feel it in the way his body tenses and his cock throbs incessantly.
He's so close, body bowing deliciously as he reaches the peak, mouth opening in a silent squeal—then you stop.
A broken cry erupts from him, tears flowing now from the ruined orgasm as he stares back at you, pouting.
“So mean… need it so bad.” He chokes out, hands reaching behind to palm your hefty length.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific Cho. What do you need?” You smirk, knowing exactly what you’re doing.
He whines, reaching for your clothed cock again, but you stop him.
“Words, ichor.” You chide, forcing him to look at you again.
He sniffs, nose marking blooming as more tears of pleasure threaten to fall down from his lashes.
“Need.. yer’ cock. Need it so bad…” Choso cries out, grinding back into your dick.
A snarl escapes your throat, de-manifesting your clothes as you shove him to the floor. You’re on him in an instant, spreading apart his cheeks to look at the pink hole winking back at you. You waste no time, long tongue lapping at his entrance. His cries and keens of pleasure spur you on, spearing your tongue into him, lapping at his gummy walls.
You reach up, holding your fingers in front of his mouth for him to suck. He obliges, drenching your long appendages in his saliva. He watches through blurred vision as you add the fingers with your tongue, stretching him for the inevitable. You peek at him through your afro, crimson eyes glowing as you smile into his hole, kissing it once before getting on your knees. You spit in your palm, lubing up your lengthy cock before nudging the fat head against his entrance.
“Count down for me.” You grit out, placing one hand around his throat.
“Three-” A scream of pain-pleasure echoes around the room as your member spears into his tight cavern. He has no time to catch his breath before he feels your fangs pierce his neck, the sound of you slurping his golden essence loud in his ear. An airy squeal escapes him, back arching deliciously as his cock spurts rope after rope. His gooey hole clenches and pushes back against your member, making you groan into his neck.
His blood was otherworldly. Sweet, hot, filled with vital essence only a deity could have. His stupid clan was right about one thing, Choso was not normal—he was yours.
Eons ago, when the pitiful people were still establishing themselves, you had taken him as your lover, marked him with golden, divine blood so that you could always find him, no matter the era. You had lost him once to time—you would not let it happen again, you had waited too long for him to return.
Your thrusts are brutal, girthy cock bullying his syrupy, velvety walls as pelvis meets ass over and over—wet, nasty plaps and slurps coming from your nether regions as his hole grips and tugs on your enormous member, refusing to let it leave its hot embrace. Your full, virile balls smack against his perineum, leaving him wondering just how much spunk you’d dump in his hole
You pull off his neck with a pwah, panting heavily as your eyes pulse, watching the honeyed lifeforce drip down his collarbone like syrup.
Fuck… Fuck. You’ve never been as turned on as now, watching your little love fall apart from your fangs.
“Pain slut, you like that huh? Do you, starlight?” You growl, bullying your cock into his prostate. You mark him up with a possessive fury, dark, mottled hickeys and fang marks adorning his neck and back.
Choso’s brain melts out of his ears when you grip him by his messy buns, spanking his ass in time with your thrusts, eliciting wanton, slutty moans out of his mouth. Your seal on his tummy pulses, Choso’s cock spurting out another weak load as his legs give out, leaving him laying in a pool of blood mixed with his bodily fluids.
The sight is debaucherous, vile, everything unholy, and you fucking love it.
“take it take it TAKE IT” You shout out, losing yourself in the feeling of his syrupy hole. “Fuck, cumming-” You grit your teeth, slamming home with a final brutal thrust right at his prostate before letting a torrent of white hot cum paint his walls. Choso can feel it in his stomach, belly rounding from the sheer volume of it all. You pant out against his neck, kissing and licking over his nape before sinking in your fangs again. Stars burst behind his eyelids as his consciousness floats off somewhere else, overwhelmed by the sensations wracking his body.
Choso vaguely registers you flipping the positions, before a smack to his dick summons him back to the world of the living.
“Look up. Watch how I ruin you.” You growl, now beneath him.
You thrust upward, watching how your member distends his tummy, leaving a bulge where your cock carves out space. Choso watches as it moves up, down, up, down, the deepest point stretching the sigil on his lower abdomen.
How is his body taking that much?
You splay a hand over it, pushing down. Needy, overstimulated whines bubble from his mouth, eyes squeezing shut.
“None of that, keep looking.” You squeeze his cock harshly, thrusting in time with his bounces.
“Disgusting cumdump, getting off on me ruining you for anyone else. Covered in the blood of your family, have you no shame?” You taunt, meeting his gaze through the mirror.
Choso cries out, bouncing faster, chasing the high that shatters him time and time again. You watch, shifting your gaze from the mirror to the way your chocolate girth disappears into his messy hole over and over, reemerging slicker and harder than before.
“Cum for me, Choso” Your voice pounds in his skull. What could he do but obey?
Choso watches himself fall apart on your cock, the last spurts of cum shooting weakly from his member, splattering across your muscles like abstract art.
You hiss as his walls convulse around your dick, trying to milk you. Flipping him so that he lays down on the floor, you plunge into him again, fucking him with a gentleness that belies your violent nature. Choso wraps his arms and legs around you weakly, kissing your neck as you bite and suck on his chest, reveling in the sensation of his now sloppy hole.
“One more f’me.” You whisper, gazing at him from behind your disheveled afro. “Can’t~!” He cries out, feeling your tongue flick his pert nipples. “Oh but you can, and you will, won’t you?”
The pleasure doesn’t let up—dick still sliding in and out lovingly as you continue your assault on his upper body.
The coil in his stomach is more pain than pleasure at this point, but it snaps all the same. Tears run down his face as he dry-orgasms, shaking uncontrollably, You moan, thrusting one last time as you drain what’s left into his awaiting hole, before sinking your fangs into his neck once more. Black dots dance across his vision as he watches you pull off of him in the mirror. Your cock slips out, a waterfall of cum sliding out of his gaped hole as well.
You kiss him gently, picking him up princess-style and walking with him over to the magic circle. Your chest is cold, but it’s the warmest thing he’s ever felt. Light glows around the both of you as you use your magic to transport you back to your domain.
“Sleep now, I'll never let you leave me again, my ichor.”
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