We can't make you pliant, pet, our bite hardly does that. You wouldn't even use that word for the situation you're in right now and you're experiencing it firsthand.
[ That chuckle is still audible in his voice as he curls fingers around the man's straining erection. He strokes him slowly, not giving him enough friction to push him too far, but to let it meld with the venom-laced pleasure already winding its way through his system. Then again, the band about the base of his cock will make sure none of this goes too far anyway. ]
I've given you two little bites and you're already a few moans away from begging me to hold you down willingly. Although I'm sure you'd still stubbornly deny that. But you're thinking about it, now. How much more pleasure I could give you - and not just with my fangs. You're starting to consider all the other options. My fingers. My tongue. My cock. Which one is it you'll break down and beg me for first, I wonder?
[He's right. And Diluc hates that he's right. Despite every effort not to, he's imagining all the ways the vampire could manhandle him and continue drawing out and expanding upon this pleasure. The stroking doesn't help, even if it's just enough to keep him from focusing too much on anything but the sensation between his legs.]
I won't--nngh--beg...
[Somewhere deep down, he knows that's a promise he can't keep. Not addled with the venom like he is, and largely touch-starved besides. He, like several of his comrades, put mission first and self second. Going from a lifetime of that to this is overwhelming.
But he won't admit it, not to himself and especially not to the vampire doing this to him.]
[ That chuckle has turned into dark delight as he slides his thumb over the swollen tip of him, smearing that moisture around before bringing it to his lips to lick it from his skin. Smirking, he lets his finger trail up once more, this time rubbing his wet thumb directly over the tight ring of muscle left exposed while his legs are spread to the side, giving him the perfect access, when he wants to take advantage of it. ]
Although I suppose the more fair wager would be on how long it will take before you give in and beg me. I'll be generous with you. What do you say, ten minutes?
[This isn't a wager he should take. He knows this isn't a wager he should take. But despite everything, he still has his pride. Stupid and reckless as it is, he refuses to let the challenge go unanswered.
(A dark thought occurs to him as he feels the press against his hole--that losing the bet and letting the vampire completely overpower him might be as good as winning the bet, if not better. He quickly pushes it aside.)]
[ Another dark chuckle, as he slides just the tip of his thumb inside that tight ring of muscle, only to the first knuckle. Of course, the digit had been slicked with his saliva first, so that will only play to his benefit here. He doesn't miss the way he can all but feel the human's attention zeroing in on that touch and he smiles, knowing he's already won this even if the human doesn't realize it. ]
If you can manage to make it ten minutes without breaking down and begging me for what you want, I'll give you one chance at escape. I'll untie you here and now and step back and we'll see how far you get.
But if I win... Hmm. You will willingly submit to accepting a thrall bond. You will let me have my pleasure of you, without any resentments.
[ That seems more than fair, in his mind. And it might just tempt the human into taking him up on it, for the brief hope of escape. Freedom. Even though Sylvain knows it will be in vain.
But a human submitting to a thrall bond willingly? Makes for a far stronger bond than one made by force. The little human will basically be handing him the keys to his mind, body, and soul without even realizing it. ]
[He doesn't even hesitate to consider the terms. All he has to do is last 10 minutes, and he'll have the chance at freedom he desperately desires. He doesn't even care that he won't get far before he's recaptured or killed. As long as he has the opportunity to do as much damage as possible before being neutralized, it will be more than enough.
(If he were of clearer mind, he'd realize that being set free while tripping on vampire venom means almost nothing. He'd be hard-pressed to cause the sort of trouble he wants to in peak form, let alone when his senses are dulled and his libido piqued.)]
Do... do your worst.
[Somehow, the phrase lacks the bite it had when he said it the first time.]
[ There's a smirk on his lips - and audible in his voice as he pulls his hand away from that brief penetration. It had been enough to slick some of the inner walls of Diluc's entrance with his saliva, and enough to jumpstart a craving to be filled - something that would be more pronounced now that he was empty once more.
But he had other plays in mind to win him this bet, because Diluc truly had no idea yet what he'd been missing all this time.
He shifts forward a little, turning slightly to the side to improve the angle he wanted to work at, leaning forward and swiping his tongue along the underside of Diluc's cock. His fingers curl around that tight ring, tilting his erection downward and making it easier to reach. And at a perfect angle to lave every inch of it with slow, deliberate licks, coating the heated and sensitive skin in his saliva.
Before pausing at the tip to swirl his tongue around the head. Gathering the wetness that had beaded there anew, and giving an appreciative hum at the taste. Sucking just the tip of him past lush, full lips to wrap him in tight wet heat as his tongue continued to swirl and tease. Leaving the rest of his length to ache for the same sort of attention.
Even without his saliva to help him with this, Sylvian had always had a bit of an oral fetish. And being a vampire? He'd had a very very long time to perfect his skills. Which Diluc would quickly realize as he took his time in seeking out sensitivities the human probably didn't even realize he had as he expertly turned his attention to giving the man the most thorough and pleasurable blowjob of his life.
Then again, as far as Sylvain knew, it might be the only blowjob of his life. His pretty little pet didn't seem to have all that much experience when it came to pleasure. Not that he minded that either. ]
[Diluc does, in fact, feel the absence of his finger quite keenly. But he tries not to think too much about it, knowing that he has to keep those kinds of desires to himself for the next ten minutes. Ideally after that as well, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to keep his breathing even as the vampire shifts his focus to his cock, lavishing it with his tongue and mouth in ways that make him want to scream.
Just ten minutes...
His pervious sexual experience is minimal. The only other blowjob he's ever recevied had been rough and adolescent, with neither partner really knowing what they were doing. It had been enough to get him off, but it wasn't anything terribly memorable aside from the fact that it happened. Meanwhile, every ministration here is deliberate and confident, playing Diluc like a finely-tuned instrument. Despite his efforts not to react, every now and again he lets out a soft noise that he's not quite able to suppress.
Just ten minutes...
Even the act of resisting the pleasure of it feels erotic, creating a feedback loop that only serves to make him want more of everything. He imagines, unbidden, what it would be like to be in bed with the vampire, fighting back but overpowered, pain and pleasure blending together in a heady blend of sensation.
[ Sorry to break this to you, Diluc. It hasn't even been five.
But he just smiles as he hums around the cock in his mouth - he hadn't even taken him that deep, mostly just teased the swollen head and just under it, letting his saliva do at least half the work for him. Although he was thoroughly enjoying all the twitches and pretty little noises he was wringing out of his little human in the process, counting down the moments until Diluc finally caved.
To be fair, he held out for longer than Sylvain had expected him to. He might have suspected he wouldn't even make half that, from how deeply he was clearly affected by this.
But he lets the vibration of his hum travel along the length in his mouth before deliberately pulling off, letting his tongue trail along that vein on the underside in the process. He knew withdrawing completely in response would only drive the man even more mad and desperately needy. ]
[He's lost. He can tell from the grin he can hear in the vampire's voice, and he can feel it in the way that he continues to toy with him. The request to repeat himself only solidifies it, as if the vampire means to rub it in.
It's pathetic, really. After lasting through days of neglect and torture, mere minutes of stimulation have undone him. He could console himself with the thought that he's been so worn down since being captured that his capitulation was inevitable, but he knows that it's not true. All that would have been different is that he could have struggled harder in the beginning, before the bite threw everything entirely off-balance.
Diluc doesn't reply right away, taking a moment to mourn the last of his dignity.]
Take the ring or whatever you've put on my cock off. I'm begging you.
In good time, pet. We’ve barely begun and I wish for you to enjoy our first time together to the fullest, after all.
[ A finger slides up the underside of his slick cock once more, teasing him with the faint touch, nowhere near what he’ll be craving after Sylvain had his mouth on him.
He pulls back a moment later, though, getting up to cross around to the far side of the desk where he can take in Diluc’s face. Slide those fingers along his jaw to angle him where he wants him. Brushes a thumb against bitten lips with a smile. ]
Such a picture you make like this, pet. You’re going to be such a good thrall for me, I can tell. Shall we begin, then? You did make a wager, after all. Are you one of those humans who stands by their word?
[The denial gets a soft, disgruntled noise out of Diluc. To have lost and then not even get what he broke for just adds insult to injury. Yes, it was a "not yet" and not a full "no," but in the moment they might as well mean the same thing. Even the finger along his cock feels like a taunt.
The expression Diluc wears when Sylvain moves around and adjusts the position of his head is conflicted, but plain as day. He's frustrated, emotionally and sexually, and there's both anger and desire in his eyes when he looks up. And, of course, his pale skin is flushed from exertion, the venom, and arousal.]
I am.
[He made the wager recklessly, but he did make it. He takes a deep breath, swallows heavily, and gives as much of a nod as the collar and leash allow to indicate that he's as ready for this as he's going to get.]
[ He doubts the human will appreciate the quiet praise - not yet, anyway, but at some point he will come to crave it. For now, though, he just gives a dark smile and brings his thumb to his mouth to slice the skin on the pad, watching as much darker blood wells up. He brings it to Diluc’s mouth, smearing the blood on his lips. ]
Open.
[ It’s a soft command, but firm, and he’ll push that digit into the human’s mouth if he doesn’t comply. Either way, he’ll let the blood drip onto the man’s tongue, knowing the small cut will heal itself in a few moments, but it’ll last long enough for him to accomplish what he needs to.
A thrall bond is different than just keeping a human as a pet. It binds the human to their vampire Master, until they are owned, body, mind, and soul. While the magic leashes the human instantly, the effects will grow subtly over time, as his own blood leeches into every molecule of the man’s being. It’s far more than the connection a mere bite could bring.
For now, the few drops of blood will hit the human’s system like a swallow of potent liquor, giving him the euphoria and bliss of being drunk, lowering his inhibitions. Possibly making him more suggestible, too - but that differed from human to human and the strength of their will.
Combined with the effects of his bite, the combination would act like an aphrodisiac, working its way through the human’s system over the next several hours. Or anytime they shared blood from this moment forward. It had many benefits, of course - keeping the little human hard for his use, no matter how many times he came. A need that would not abate until he’d worked the effects of the blood out of his system - or perhaps deeper into it, depending on your perspective. His little human would never build up an immunity to it this way, either. Couldn’t, not when it would forever lurk in his bloodstream, ready to awaken with a fresh drop of blood all over again.
But perhaps more useful would be the more subtle effects. Diluc’s mind would gradually grow more and more susceptible to the vampire that now owned him. His Master in truth. That would gradually coax him into craving him more, being more compliant - even eager - to meet the vampire’s whims. Especially a willing bond such as this. Had he decided to fight it, those effects might be considerably less, but if he kept his word…
The human would submit to the possession, the ownership, and the bond would help… adjust him accordingly. ]
Swallow.
[ The order is a test as Sylvain watches him with the dark gleam of golden eyes, patient and assessing. Seeing what the human would do when faced with something that would be antithesis to everything he had stood for all his life. Not that he understands what is at stake here. And he had given his word… ]
[Diluc scoffs softly at the "good boy" and gives it no further acknowledgement than that. For now, at least, it just feels like another dig at his already wounded pride.
He knows he's on the precipice of losing a bit of his own humanity with this agreement, even if he doesn't know the particulars of a thrall bond specifically. Even as a free human, he understood that there were different kinds of relationships between vampires and their humans, and that those relationships varied in degree and intensity. Some humans were, to their own detriment, endlessly loyal to their vampire masters. Unable to be freed, unable to be saved. Diluc himself cut one down once, believing it to be an act of mercy.
And here he is, blood smeared on his lips and complying with the command to open his mouth. Again, due to an egregious error in his own judgement.
(The cards had been counted and the deck stacked against him, of course, but that fact doesn't change the self-loathing he feels in this moment.)
The taste of blood on his tongue is sharp, but not unpleasant. In fact, he enjoys it much more than he thought he would. By design, almost definitely. One thing he's learned in these chambers is how many ways vampires have to ensnare humans--many more than he could have ever known of without encountering them directly.
The order to swallow comes, and for a few moments Diluc hesitates. Yes, he had agreed not to resist the thrall, but that doesn't diminish the fear he has of stepping off the cliff and allowing himself to be truly, wholly damned. He may not know he specific shape that damnation will take, but instinctively he knows it will come if he accepts.
But he does accept, swallowing the blood and sealing his fate.
Should his companions or any other free human find him, may they do him the mercy of killing him on the spot.]
[ He waits and watches until he sees the human’s throat work in a swallow, thumb absently brushing against his tongue, his lips. When the human surrenders, takes that blood deeper into himself - and willingly, as he’d said - Sylvain can only smile. His other hand comes up to tangle in red locks, tilting Diluc’s head back at an angle easier for him to reach. One that would strain his already tight airways but not choke it off completely. His grip in the man’s hair is firm but not painful as he bends to brush his lips against Diluc’s.
The kiss is almost chaste in comparison to what they’ve been doing so far, but this, too, has its purposes. He can taste his own blood on the human’s lips, licks it from them, only to press it deeper than the surface, until the kiss is so mingled in the taste of them and his blood that it will be impossible to tell one from the other. Coaxes more of it into his pet’s system, focusing on the physical cues he knows he’ll soon start picking up from the man. Waiting for him to relax, to start to respond, to chase after what the vampire can give him.
[Diluc instinctively tenses as the vampire tilts his head back and restricts his airway, although he doesn't fight back otherwise as their lips meet.
At first he's only barely responsive to the kiss, parting his lips and allowing the vampire to take control of it as he pleases. His attention is elsewhere, processing what's happening to him as the vampiric blood starts intermingling with his.
Unlike before, the thought that he should try and resist the effects doesn't even occur to him. Instead, he embraces the relative peace of it, the steady silencing of every terrible thing gnawing at his mind and conscience. He's lost the fight, almost certainly for good, and there's a sort of relief in accepting that fact rather the continuing to struggle. Whether the acquiescence is of his own volition or an effect of thrall bond makes no difference. The result is the same.
The anger that he's been clinging to so tightly slips away entirely. Surprisingly, he isn't all that sorry to see it go.
Eventually he relaxes, intoxicated from blood and venom both, and starts kissing in earnest, tongue pressing back against his master's and a soft noise of want coming up from deep inside of him.]
[ He can feel the way the human before him surrenders to this in increments, the acceptance of the bond washing over him in ever-rising waves, as inevitable as the tide coming in. He lets himself be maneuvered, eventually relaxes into it as lips part to kiss him back, then to chase that kiss. He can feel the resistance wane, fading out of the bound form. Watching as he quiets, settles.
And then that soft sound comes as the tide reverses itself, changes direction and Sylvain smiles as the redhead presses into the kiss as much as his bindings allow. As much as Sylvain's hold in his hair allow. That little whimper had been like music and he wants to coax more of those soft sounds of want from him. Intends to make sure his little pet learns to be very vocal in the pleasure Sylvain can give him.
He lets a fang scrape lightly against Diluc's lips, the faintest hint of an edge to their kiss as he lures him in deeper. Pulling back to see the man's eyes dark with want, pupils blown wide. His thumb brushes over those kiss-swollen lips again as his hand tucks under Diluc's chin until the man meets his gaze. ]
Do you still crave more from me, my pretty little pet? [ He knows the answer to that question already, but he wants to hear the human admit it aloud. It will only help strength that bond already weaving its way into his very being. Making it more real with every admission Sylvain coaxes from his lips. ] Shall I show you what other pleasures there are to be had here? What else you've been missing all this time?
[Diluc tries to chase the kiss but is unable to, leashed and held in place like he is. He wants--needs--more of that taste, more of that edge. But it isn't his to have, and he huffs his discontent before his master brushes a thumb over his lips and redirects his gaze.
His master's golden eyes are beautiful. He stills, allowing himself to get lost in them for a moment.
Before, being called "pet" felt like an insult. Now, hearing the word causes something inside of him to squeeze. A confusing response, some vague part of him realizes, but not an unwelcome one.]
I do. [The answer comes without the slightest hesitation, his voice soft and yearning.] Please, show me.
[ He hums, pleased with the answer. The bond settling into place gives him a little more insight into his human’s intentions and it isn’t hard to see that he’s caught up in it now. Focused fully on Sylvain and living in this moment. WHich is just how he wants him.
Letting his fingers trail back over a bared spine, he lets his touch brush over his bound wrists, the skin rubbed red from how he’d struggled to free himself earlier. ]
If I untie you now, are you going to behave for me, pet?
[ Enforcing that role, the nickname, because he hadn’t missed the slight flush that had slipped across Dilc’s skin at the use of it. He would let that reality sink a little deeper into the man’s subconscious as well. ]
[The light touch down his back causes Diluc to shiver slightly--followed by a soft hiss and a wince when that touch comes into contact with the raw and angry skin of his wrists.
The offer to remove the bonds takes him by surprise, and he's momentarily pulled from his reverie by it. It sincerely hasn't occurred to him before now that good behavior could be rewarded in the same way that resistance is punished. He isn't quite sure how to process that information, and the look he gives is a touch dumbfounded.
Then the word "pet" is spoken again, and he melts a bit into it. He averts his gaze slightly in response.]
I'll behave. I promise.
[He's proven himself as a man of his word, after all.]
[ Fingers tangle in red locks again, tipping his head back just enough that Sylvain can lean over him and kiss him once more. Another reward, for his obedience. ]
Good boy. [ He murmurs the words against his lips with a knowing smile when he pulls back a moment later. One more kiss is pressed to his lips before he straightens again and a moment later the bindings holding his arms behind his back are loosened and fall away as Sylvain unclasps his leash from the side of the desk and tugs the man upright once more. ]
Better now?
[ he’s watching him carefully, just to make sure. He’s fairly certain the bond has worked its magic deep enough now that Diluc will be too distracted to try anything. And even then the reluctance might be starting to settle in as well, as his own mind starts to come to terms with who he belongs to. And who he’ll crave to please from now on. ]
[Diluc accepts the kiss gladly. The "good boy" that follows causes a throb between his legs, and he moans softly as he's kissed one last time before being pulled up. Is it the thrall bond or a praise kink he didn't realize he had? He doesn't know, and he doesn't care.
He could run now that he's unrestrained, but he makes no move to do so. What he wants is right here in front of him. The only reason he doesn't immediately try to capture his master's lips with his own is that he takes a moment to stretch and examine his wrists.]
Much. Thank you.
[The gratitude is automatic, as if he innately understands that it's owed for every act of kindness he receives from here on out--even if he consciously hasn't quite caught on.
After making sure his upper body is still in working order, he looks up at his master--who, he realizes, stands a few inches taller than he does. All the better to manhandle him.]
[ Sylvain’s lips curl when his pretty little human looks to him patiently for direction. Stepping back around the desk, he tugs his pet closer by the hold he still has on the leash attached to his collar. Drawing him in against him as he winds that chain around his hand and lets his other come to tangle in red locks, tipping his head back for him.
Another kiss, slow and lazy as he holds him there in place. Indulgent, almost, because Sylvain is very much about indulgence in everything he does. Something his pet will no doubt pick up on very quickly. ]
Oh, now I intend to savor every inch of you, pet. Perhaps we should move to the bedroom now? I have a feeling we’ll be more comfortable there for what is to come. Especially now that you’re behaving yourself so well.
[Diluc will definitely pick up on that trait, and he'll have to adapt. Indulgence is not something he's used to, nor does it really suit him. He's used to having to fight and hide, and he pointedly ignored even the few, small indulgences available to free humans. The mission always mattered more.
For now, however, he's so addled that he can't help but lean into it. His hands find their way to his master's chest, holding tightly to the clothing there as if he might drift off to gods-know-where without an anchor.
He makes a soft noise when their lips part, and his breath catches at the promise of more to come. As long as the rewards keep coming, he'll do anything his master asks. He wants to be good, wants to please.
There will be plenty of time to unpack the why of it later.]
[ It’s okay, Sylvain intends to train him very thoroughly. And also thoroughly spoil him (and himself) with every indulgence imaginable.
He twines an arm about Diluc’s waist, drawing him close when he clings, that leash still wound tightly around his fingers, keeping the chain taut and giving him very little slack.
He kisses him again, a fang scraping lightly against his lip before he chuckles and steps back. Giving another tug, he starts leading the way to his darkened bedroom. ]
Good choice, pet. Come, you can help undress me and then we’ll get to all that savoring.
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[ That chuckle is still audible in his voice as he curls fingers around the man's straining erection. He strokes him slowly, not giving him enough friction to push him too far, but to let it meld with the venom-laced pleasure already winding its way through his system. Then again, the band about the base of his cock will make sure none of this goes too far anyway. ]
I've given you two little bites and you're already a few moans away from begging me to hold you down willingly. Although I'm sure you'd still stubbornly deny that. But you're thinking about it, now. How much more pleasure I could give you - and not just with my fangs. You're starting to consider all the other options. My fingers. My tongue. My cock. Which one is it you'll break down and beg me for first, I wonder?
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I won't--nngh--beg...
[Somewhere deep down, he knows that's a promise he can't keep. Not addled with the venom like he is, and largely touch-starved besides. He, like several of his comrades, put mission first and self second. Going from a lifetime of that to this is overwhelming.
But he won't admit it, not to himself and especially not to the vampire doing this to him.]
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[ That chuckle has turned into dark delight as he slides his thumb over the swollen tip of him, smearing that moisture around before bringing it to his lips to lick it from his skin. Smirking, he lets his finger trail up once more, this time rubbing his wet thumb directly over the tight ring of muscle left exposed while his legs are spread to the side, giving him the perfect access, when he wants to take advantage of it. ]
Although I suppose the more fair wager would be on how long it will take before you give in and beg me. I'll be generous with you. What do you say, ten minutes?
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[This isn't a wager he should take. He knows this isn't a wager he should take. But despite everything, he still has his pride. Stupid and reckless as it is, he refuses to let the challenge go unanswered.
(A dark thought occurs to him as he feels the press against his hole--that losing the bet and letting the vampire completely overpower him might be as good as winning the bet, if not better. He quickly pushes it aside.)]
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If you can manage to make it ten minutes without breaking down and begging me for what you want, I'll give you one chance at escape. I'll untie you here and now and step back and we'll see how far you get.
But if I win... Hmm. You will willingly submit to accepting a thrall bond. You will let me have my pleasure of you, without any resentments.
[ That seems more than fair, in his mind. And it might just tempt the human into taking him up on it, for the brief hope of escape. Freedom. Even though Sylvain knows it will be in vain.
But a human submitting to a thrall bond willingly? Makes for a far stronger bond than one made by force. The little human will basically be handing him the keys to his mind, body, and soul without even realizing it. ]
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[He doesn't even hesitate to consider the terms. All he has to do is last 10 minutes, and he'll have the chance at freedom he desperately desires. He doesn't even care that he won't get far before he's recaptured or killed. As long as he has the opportunity to do as much damage as possible before being neutralized, it will be more than enough.
(If he were of clearer mind, he'd realize that being set free while tripping on vampire venom means almost nothing. He'd be hard-pressed to cause the sort of trouble he wants to in peak form, let alone when his senses are dulled and his libido piqued.)]
Do... do your worst.
[Somehow, the phrase lacks the bite it had when he said it the first time.]
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[ There's a smirk on his lips - and audible in his voice as he pulls his hand away from that brief penetration. It had been enough to slick some of the inner walls of Diluc's entrance with his saliva, and enough to jumpstart a craving to be filled - something that would be more pronounced now that he was empty once more.
But he had other plays in mind to win him this bet, because Diluc truly had no idea yet what he'd been missing all this time.
He shifts forward a little, turning slightly to the side to improve the angle he wanted to work at, leaning forward and swiping his tongue along the underside of Diluc's cock. His fingers curl around that tight ring, tilting his erection downward and making it easier to reach. And at a perfect angle to lave every inch of it with slow, deliberate licks, coating the heated and sensitive skin in his saliva.
Before pausing at the tip to swirl his tongue around the head. Gathering the wetness that had beaded there anew, and giving an appreciative hum at the taste. Sucking just the tip of him past lush, full lips to wrap him in tight wet heat as his tongue continued to swirl and tease. Leaving the rest of his length to ache for the same sort of attention.
Even without his saliva to help him with this, Sylvian had always had a bit of an oral fetish. And being a vampire? He'd had a very very long time to perfect his skills. Which Diluc would quickly realize as he took his time in seeking out sensitivities the human probably didn't even realize he had as he expertly turned his attention to giving the man the most thorough and pleasurable blowjob of his life.
Then again, as far as Sylvain knew, it might be the only blowjob of his life. His pretty little pet didn't seem to have all that much experience when it came to pleasure. Not that he minded that either. ]
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He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to keep his breathing even as the vampire shifts his focus to his cock, lavishing it with his tongue and mouth in ways that make him want to scream.
Just ten minutes...
His pervious sexual experience is minimal. The only other blowjob he's ever recevied had been rough and adolescent, with neither partner really knowing what they were doing. It had been enough to get him off, but it wasn't anything terribly memorable aside from the fact that it happened. Meanwhile, every ministration here is deliberate and confident, playing Diluc like a finely-tuned instrument. Despite his efforts not to react, every now and again he lets out a soft noise that he's not quite able to suppress.
Just ten minutes...
Even the act of resisting the pleasure of it feels erotic, creating a feedback loop that only serves to make him want more of everything. He imagines, unbidden, what it would be like to be in bed with the vampire, fighting back but overpowered, pain and pleasure blending together in a heady blend of sensation.
Just ten minutes...
He wants to cum. Needs to cum.
He can't.
Fuck.]
Take... the ring off...
[A groan.]
Please.
[Has it been ten minutes? He has no idea.]
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But he just smiles as he hums around the cock in his mouth - he hadn't even taken him that deep, mostly just teased the swollen head and just under it, letting his saliva do at least half the work for him. Although he was thoroughly enjoying all the twitches and pretty little noises he was wringing out of his little human in the process, counting down the moments until Diluc finally caved.
To be fair, he held out for longer than Sylvain had expected him to. He might have suspected he wouldn't even make half that, from how deeply he was clearly affected by this.
But he lets the vibration of his hum travel along the length in his mouth before deliberately pulling off, letting his tongue trail along that vein on the underside in the process. He knew withdrawing completely in response would only drive the man even more mad and desperately needy. ]
What was that, pet? I don't think I heard you.
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It's pathetic, really. After lasting through days of neglect and torture, mere minutes of stimulation have undone him. He could console himself with the thought that he's been so worn down since being captured that his capitulation was inevitable, but he knows that it's not true. All that would have been different is that he could have struggled harder in the beginning, before the bite threw everything entirely off-balance.
Diluc doesn't reply right away, taking a moment to mourn the last of his dignity.]
Take the ring or whatever you've put on my cock off. I'm begging you.
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[ A finger slides up the underside of his slick cock once more, teasing him with the faint touch, nowhere near what he’ll be craving after Sylvain had his mouth on him.
He pulls back a moment later, though, getting up to cross around to the far side of the desk where he can take in Diluc’s face. Slide those fingers along his jaw to angle him where he wants him. Brushes a thumb against bitten lips with a smile. ]
Such a picture you make like this, pet. You’re going to be such a good thrall for me, I can tell. Shall we begin, then? You did make a wager, after all. Are you one of those humans who stands by their word?
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The expression Diluc wears when Sylvain moves around and adjusts the position of his head is conflicted, but plain as day. He's frustrated, emotionally and sexually, and there's both anger and desire in his eyes when he looks up. And, of course, his pale skin is flushed from exertion, the venom, and arousal.]
I am.
[He made the wager recklessly, but he did make it. He takes a deep breath, swallows heavily, and gives as much of a nod as the collar and leash allow to indicate that he's as ready for this as he's going to get.]
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[ He doubts the human will appreciate the quiet praise - not yet, anyway, but at some point he will come to crave it. For now, though, he just gives a dark smile and brings his thumb to his mouth to slice the skin on the pad, watching as much darker blood wells up. He brings it to Diluc’s mouth, smearing the blood on his lips. ]
Open.
[ It’s a soft command, but firm, and he’ll push that digit into the human’s mouth if he doesn’t comply. Either way, he’ll let the blood drip onto the man’s tongue, knowing the small cut will heal itself in a few moments, but it’ll last long enough for him to accomplish what he needs to.
A thrall bond is different than just keeping a human as a pet. It binds the human to their vampire Master, until they are owned, body, mind, and soul. While the magic leashes the human instantly, the effects will grow subtly over time, as his own blood leeches into every molecule of the man’s being. It’s far more than the connection a mere bite could bring.
For now, the few drops of blood will hit the human’s system like a swallow of potent liquor, giving him the euphoria and bliss of being drunk, lowering his inhibitions. Possibly making him more suggestible, too - but that differed from human to human and the strength of their will.
Combined with the effects of his bite, the combination would act like an aphrodisiac, working its way through the human’s system over the next several hours. Or anytime they shared blood from this moment forward. It had many benefits, of course - keeping the little human hard for his use, no matter how many times he came. A need that would not abate until he’d worked the effects of the blood out of his system - or perhaps deeper into it, depending on your perspective. His little human would never build up an immunity to it this way, either. Couldn’t, not when it would forever lurk in his bloodstream, ready to awaken with a fresh drop of blood all over again.
But perhaps more useful would be the more subtle effects. Diluc’s mind would gradually grow more and more susceptible to the vampire that now owned him. His Master in truth. That would gradually coax him into craving him more, being more compliant - even eager - to meet the vampire’s whims. Especially a willing bond such as this. Had he decided to fight it, those effects might be considerably less, but if he kept his word…
The human would submit to the possession, the ownership, and the bond would help… adjust him accordingly. ]
Swallow.
[ The order is a test as Sylvain watches him with the dark gleam of golden eyes, patient and assessing. Seeing what the human would do when faced with something that would be antithesis to everything he had stood for all his life. Not that he understands what is at stake here. And he had given his word… ]
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He knows he's on the precipice of losing a bit of his own humanity with this agreement, even if he doesn't know the particulars of a thrall bond specifically. Even as a free human, he understood that there were different kinds of relationships between vampires and their humans, and that those relationships varied in degree and intensity. Some humans were, to their own detriment, endlessly loyal to their vampire masters. Unable to be freed, unable to be saved. Diluc himself cut one down once, believing it to be an act of mercy.
And here he is, blood smeared on his lips and complying with the command to open his mouth. Again, due to an egregious error in his own judgement.
(The cards had been counted and the deck stacked against him, of course, but that fact doesn't change the self-loathing he feels in this moment.)
The taste of blood on his tongue is sharp, but not unpleasant. In fact, he enjoys it much more than he thought he would. By design, almost definitely. One thing he's learned in these chambers is how many ways vampires have to ensnare humans--many more than he could have ever known of without encountering them directly.
The order to swallow comes, and for a few moments Diluc hesitates. Yes, he had agreed not to resist the thrall, but that doesn't diminish the fear he has of stepping off the cliff and allowing himself to be truly, wholly damned. He may not know he specific shape that damnation will take, but instinctively he knows it will come if he accepts.
But he does accept, swallowing the blood and sealing his fate.
Should his companions or any other free human find him, may they do him the mercy of killing him on the spot.]
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The kiss is almost chaste in comparison to what they’ve been doing so far, but this, too, has its purposes. He can taste his own blood on the human’s lips, licks it from them, only to press it deeper than the surface, until the kiss is so mingled in the taste of them and his blood that it will be impossible to tell one from the other. Coaxes more of it into his pet’s system, focusing on the physical cues he knows he’ll soon start picking up from the man. Waiting for him to relax, to start to respond, to chase after what the vampire can give him.
He’s going to make a delicious little pet. ]
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At first he's only barely responsive to the kiss, parting his lips and allowing the vampire to take control of it as he pleases. His attention is elsewhere, processing what's happening to him as the vampiric blood starts intermingling with his.
Unlike before, the thought that he should try and resist the effects doesn't even occur to him. Instead, he embraces the relative peace of it, the steady silencing of every terrible thing gnawing at his mind and conscience. He's lost the fight, almost certainly for good, and there's a sort of relief in accepting that fact rather the continuing to struggle. Whether the acquiescence is of his own volition or an effect of thrall bond makes no difference. The result is the same.
The anger that he's been clinging to so tightly slips away entirely. Surprisingly, he isn't all that sorry to see it go.
Eventually he relaxes, intoxicated from blood and venom both, and starts kissing in earnest, tongue pressing back against his master's and a soft noise of want coming up from deep inside of him.]
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And then that soft sound comes as the tide reverses itself, changes direction and Sylvain smiles as the redhead presses into the kiss as much as his bindings allow. As much as Sylvain's hold in his hair allow. That little whimper had been like music and he wants to coax more of those soft sounds of want from him. Intends to make sure his little pet learns to be very vocal in the pleasure Sylvain can give him.
He lets a fang scrape lightly against Diluc's lips, the faintest hint of an edge to their kiss as he lures him in deeper. Pulling back to see the man's eyes dark with want, pupils blown wide. His thumb brushes over those kiss-swollen lips again as his hand tucks under Diluc's chin until the man meets his gaze. ]
Do you still crave more from me, my pretty little pet? [ He knows the answer to that question already, but he wants to hear the human admit it aloud. It will only help strength that bond already weaving its way into his very being. Making it more real with every admission Sylvain coaxes from his lips. ] Shall I show you what other pleasures there are to be had here? What else you've been missing all this time?
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His master's golden eyes are beautiful. He stills, allowing himself to get lost in them for a moment.
Before, being called "pet" felt like an insult. Now, hearing the word causes something inside of him to squeeze. A confusing response, some vague part of him realizes, but not an unwelcome one.]
I do. [The answer comes without the slightest hesitation, his voice soft and yearning.] Please, show me.
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Letting his fingers trail back over a bared spine, he lets his touch brush over his bound wrists, the skin rubbed red from how he’d struggled to free himself earlier. ]
If I untie you now, are you going to behave for me, pet?
[ Enforcing that role, the nickname, because he hadn’t missed the slight flush that had slipped across Dilc’s skin at the use of it. He would let that reality sink a little deeper into the man’s subconscious as well. ]
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The offer to remove the bonds takes him by surprise, and he's momentarily pulled from his reverie by it. It sincerely hasn't occurred to him before now that good behavior could be rewarded in the same way that resistance is punished. He isn't quite sure how to process that information, and the look he gives is a touch dumbfounded.
Then the word "pet" is spoken again, and he melts a bit into it. He averts his gaze slightly in response.]
I'll behave. I promise.
[He's proven himself as a man of his word, after all.]
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Good boy. [ He murmurs the words against his lips with a knowing smile when he pulls back a moment later. One more kiss is pressed to his lips before he straightens again and a moment later the bindings holding his arms behind his back are loosened and fall away as Sylvain unclasps his leash from the side of the desk and tugs the man upright once more. ]
Better now?
[ he’s watching him carefully, just to make sure. He’s fairly certain the bond has worked its magic deep enough now that Diluc will be too distracted to try anything. And even then the reluctance might be starting to settle in as well, as his own mind starts to come to terms with who he belongs to. And who he’ll crave to please from now on. ]
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He could run now that he's unrestrained, but he makes no move to do so. What he wants is right here in front of him. The only reason he doesn't immediately try to capture his master's lips with his own is that he takes a moment to stretch and examine his wrists.]
Much. Thank you.
[The gratitude is automatic, as if he innately understands that it's owed for every act of kindness he receives from here on out--even if he consciously hasn't quite caught on.
After making sure his upper body is still in working order, he looks up at his master--who, he realizes, stands a few inches taller than he does. All the better to manhandle him.]
What now?
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Another kiss, slow and lazy as he holds him there in place. Indulgent, almost, because Sylvain is very much about indulgence in everything he does. Something his pet will no doubt pick up on very quickly. ]
Oh, now I intend to savor every inch of you, pet. Perhaps we should move to the bedroom now? I have a feeling we’ll be more comfortable there for what is to come. Especially now that you’re behaving yourself so well.
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For now, however, he's so addled that he can't help but lean into it. His hands find their way to his master's chest, holding tightly to the clothing there as if he might drift off to gods-know-where without an anchor.
He makes a soft noise when their lips part, and his breath catches at the promise of more to come. As long as the rewards keep coming, he'll do anything his master asks. He wants to be good, wants to please.
There will be plenty of time to unpack the why of it later.]
Bedroom's good. Please.
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He twines an arm about Diluc’s waist, drawing him close when he clings, that leash still wound tightly around his fingers, keeping the chain taut and giving him very little slack.
He kisses him again, a fang scraping lightly against his lip before he chuckles and steps back. Giving another tug, he starts leading the way to his darkened bedroom. ]
Good choice, pet. Come, you can help undress me and then we’ll get to all that savoring.
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