Cleo was starving. They were so far from town, and the hunting for wild animals was proving extremely difficult, impossible even. The only sources of blood they could even sense nearby were Pearl and Martyn.
They don’t want to resort to that. They don’t want to hurt Pearl, and Martyn had been through so much already. Pearl sees how Cleo, pale as they already were, grow even paler, asking if they are okay. Cleo brushes her aside, insisting they can go just a bit longer, they can find something soon. Pearl lets it go until Cleo collapses a little later, gripping their stomach and groaning.
Pearl and Martyn prop them up to sit against a tree, and Pearl straddles herself over Cleo, instructing Martyn to get behind her and undo her corset so she can open up her shirt. He does so, despite Cleo’s protest. Pearl reassures them it will be okay. She trusts Cleo, knows they will only take what they need. As soon as the corset is off, Pearl is undoing her shirt, fully unbuttoning it and leaving it hanging open, neck and chest and all on display.
Cleo still refuses, they can’t bear to see Pearl injured, to see the unmarked flesh of her body punctured by their fangs and stained with the blood that will spill. Martyn hastily removes his headband, shoving it over Cleo’s head and covering their eyes. Now they won’t have to see anything. They try to make another excuse, but before they can come up with anything, they feel hands pushing their face into Pearl’s neck.
Their lips brush her skin, and Cleo’s nostrils are overwhelmingly filled with the scent of blood. It’s overpowering, they are unable to resist their starved urges and bite into her. Tasting her, drinking her, lapping at her skin for any drop they missed. They hear her moaning as they fill themselves with her sweet taste, feel her hips slightly grind into theirs as they drag their tongue from her collarbone back up to the bite.
They pull themselves out of proximity of her neck as soon as they have had enough to last them the trip back to town. They’d had enough…but Pearl didn’t. They can still feel her grinding into them, whining. They remind her Martyn is still there, grabbing her hips and holding her still. Telling her she will have to wait until they are home.
Avid wakes up in an unfamiliar room, dark and cold, hands tied behind his back with the backs of his wrists touching, naked, and his legs tied so that his calves are pressed into his thighs. He can part his legs as he tests for how much movement he has, but can’t do much else beyond that or general squirming.
Last thing he remembers was begging Shelby to turn him into a vampire.
He was on the floor in front of a mirror, and from what he could see in the darkness in the reflection, he was in a bedroom. The bed was right behind him, if he shifted from resting on his shins to sitting on his ass, he’d probably be able to lean back against it.
“About time you woke up. I was starting to worry that that so-called ‘cure’ was actually just some more recently developed method of killing vampires.” Avid freezes as he hears Scott’s voice right behind him. “Just as well, seeing as it’s worked, we could do this over again just like you asked~”
A clawed hand runs through his hair as he’s stuck in place, trying to figure out what was going on. “What’s the matter, little bat? You look frightened. I know you were out for a while, but surely you’ve not forgotten? Talk to me.” The claw grips on, forcing Avid to turn his head. Scott is staring at him, though not with his usual expression when looking at him. It was more curious than smug, a barely hidden concern rather than blatant disregard.
“I-I don’t-what are you playing at, Scott? What’s happening? Where’s Shelby?”
“Shelby? Why would Shelby be in our room while we’re doing this? What’s the last thing you remember?”
Avid doesn’t answer to start, but as he gazes into Scott’s eyes longer, he feels his mental defenses melting away, body relaxing as he answers Scott. Scott tuts, shaking his head and sitting himself on the floor right behind Avid, pulling his back into his chest. “Oh you poor thing, the cure erased all vampire memories as well…I’ll be sure to let the others know, eventually. For now…I’m way too wildly horny and hungry to just let go of you yet.”
Avid’s head is turned to look back in the mirror. “This may be even better for what we planned…even if you don’t remember it.” Scott’s hands wrap around to the front of Avid, one hand gently grabbing his neck as the other snakes down to his thighs, pulling one of his legs further apart from the other.
“Mm, either you’re messing with me about the memory thing and are a really good actor, or you’ve been deep in denial about your feelings for me much longer than you’ve thought~” Scott teases, in response to the way Avid’s cock was already slowly hardening, leaking pre.
He gasps as he feels Scott grab his cock, gently squeezing and rubbing it. It’s only a little bit longer than the width of Scott’s hand, the tip poking out when his pinkie is at the base. He’s terrified as hell being stuck trapped here, naked and at Scott’s mercy. But a combination of the haze that Scott put over his mind as well as his own growing horniness prevents him from doing anything.
“Don’t worry, little bat…you’re with me now…you’ll be all mine soon, my pretty little fledgling, I’ll be your new sire. Just like you wished I was, like you pleaded and begged for, what you took the cure for. So I could really be your ‘sire daddy’ as you wished me to be.” Scott speaks low into Avid’s ear as he rubs his dick. The hand that was on his neck slowly caresses over his body, claws dragging across the surface. While they don’t break skin, they certainly leave red tracks behind, Avid’s eyes following in the mirror as the dips of skin travel and leave the marks in their wake.
It was utterly surreal, feeling everything happening to him, and seeing it happen in the mirror with nothing but himself present in the view. The only thing for him to see is himself as he gets hornier, as his body gets toyed with. He shudders feeling Scott’s lips brush his neck, moaning as his fangs gently rest against his flesh.
The moment he cums, the fangs sink into his skin, holding down as his body is filled with vampiric power, driving him beyond the point of overstimulation. It nearly leads him into blacking out, but by some miracle he stays conscious, if only just barely.
He’s limp in Scott’s hold, Scott licking up every rivulet of blood falling from his neck. He saw as his body slowly faded away in the mirror’s reflection, his self overtaken by dark energy.
He’s not sure how honest Scott was that Avid asked for this. Even if he had, he certainly doesn’t recall. He’d have struggled more in the start had he not been caught so off-guard and dazed, but…he can’t deny how good it made him feel.
I need Scott to go feral over those two killing Avid. The moment the vampires win just tearing them apart and staking their bodies many times over and over until they’re pincushions. Disrespect their corpses, maybe behead them and keep their skulls as decorations/examples. Toss the rest of their bodies aside in some pit or body of water like they’re nothing. Because they are nothing.
Scott collecting Avid’s body and cleaning it up, cradling it and carrying it oh so carefully back to the castle. Laying it into the coffin where he was previously buried himself and pretending it’s just another forced sleep, like he experienced. Kissing it and cuddling it like he’s alive. Growing more delusional over the years and starting to really believe it, since the body isn’t decomposing (but really that’s to do with Avid lore). And he holds on to that Avid was in love with him to justify him as he starts to fuck the body one day. They were in love, Avid would have wanted this, so it’s okay.
Imagine apo x shelby, if things ahd gone different they could've been a good duo I think, what with how shelby was the only one to accept apo into the castle and how apo didn't kill shelby even though she had the chance to. War vet x excitable cryptid hunter, or if we take into consideration coven dynamics, golden child x black sheep of the 'family'
I see where this is coming from but I have nothing to add, so I’ll just share it out to the world ✌️
(Scott is present, but I’m keeping the knight unnamed to allow the reader to pick whichever character they wish to fill the role, just note it is a cis male knight while reading.)
Scott had had many knights sworn to him over the hundreds, or even thousands of years in his time as a vampire prince. All human, all mortal. Most feared him, loyalty born of that fear. On more than one occasion, there had been fools who took to the position in an attempt to end him; they were swiftly turned to meals, blood drained from their bodies, paled, cold skin and pile of bones cast aside without second thought.
But never before had a knight so outwardly dismissed the prince’s teasing advances while also showing no display of resentment towards the royals. It frustrated Scott. He can handle himself just fine, didn’t actually need a protector. No, his insistence on having a knight was to keep a human, a warm body around at all times he could toy with for a few decades before he grew tired, they had to step down due to age, or they passed.
So any time he’s walking among shadows to creep up behind his knight, silently wrapping his arms around their body, one hand gently wrapping their throat while the other travels down to their crotch, he lets out a frustrated huff as they simply respond “If I ask what you need, are you going to answer honestly or by saying you need me without specifying?”
He’s not willing to admit how much the attitude and dismissal is turning him on. A want to toy with this human has almost certainly been turning into a need to have him. It’s near shameful how his brain defaults to thoughts of the knight being the one to take lead, to trap him beneath them as they fuck into him so hard it makes his unholy self call out to gods that would never listen.
Lucky for him, one day the knight had enough. They were alone in the massive library, and Scott had turned to the night, draping his arms over the knight’s shoulders and clasping his hands behind his neck. Bragging how he’s personally never made so much as a peep while having a few past knights pleasuring him between various walls of shelves. The knight so quickly pins Scott against one, muttering in his ear and shoving a knee between his thighs. “Sounds to me like a challenge…go on, if you truly desire me like you keep teasing, I want you grinding that little princely cock on my leg…if you want more of me, you will keep silent like you say you’ve done.”
Scott nearly failed immediately, swallowing a lump in his throat where a whine would have been. He does nothing for a moment of stunned silence, and right when the knight starts to pull away, Scott grinds down into him as commanded. He closes his eyes to avoid the smirk on the knight’s face as Scott gets further into it, shaking slightly and genuinely struggling not to make any noise. All the way up through cumming into his pants. He’d bitten down into his own arm to keep himself quiet.
The knight takes his leg away, chuckling softly into Scott’s ear. “So much for not a peep…you did make a few sounds but I can honor the effort made.” A hand grabs at his crotch, gently rubbing into the material of his pants. “How improper of you, making a mess of yourself…what would your father say? Knowing his son, his heir should anything happen to him, came in his pants while trembling as he grinds himself against a human who commanded him to do so? Don’t worry, as your loyal knight I can keep this little secret…let’s hurry to your quarters before anyone can see you and you embarrass yourself.”
