[ 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.
[As if the stated promises of savoring weren't enough to drive him mad, the fang on his lip and the lack of slack in his leash bring with it unspoken promises of danger and pain along with the pleasure. He finds he really, really wants that as well.
Honestly, he wants anything and everything his master is willing to give him. This vampire is going to be the death of him, one way or another.
He follows dutifully, eyes never straying from the one holding his leash. At least, until they move into the darkness of the bedroom and his eyes are no longer able to make out his figure. He dimly thinks he should be a good pet and turn on a light, but doesn't know where one would be.]
[ It’s only when he hears the soft stumble in the man’s footsteps that he snaps a finger and summons a dim light to the sconces on the walls. Magicked, not true flame, but they cast a soft, hazy glow on the room around them. Luxurious elegance is very much on display, from the finely crafted furniture and thick plush rug under their feet, to the marble fireplace that dominated the far wall, to the massive four poster bed that stood as the centerpiece of this room. It was draped in thick brocade draperies that could be closed for privacy but were currently tied open. Two massive doors flanked the fireplace, leading out onto a starlit balcony, but even from here, the thick shutters that would close out the sunlight were hard to miss.
He leads his little pet towards the bed, stopping beside it and tugging him close by the leash once more. ]
Your eyesight will adapt with time, pet. The thrall bond comes with a great number of benefits for you, after all. You will be more than a mere human now. Besides being mine.
[ He smiles as he leans in to indulgently steal another kiss before giving one more telling tug on the leash. Emphasizing his hold, his possession. ]
Undress me now, pet. It will be easier to get it out of the way, rather than stopping to do it later, when neither of us will want an interruption.
[If he were of clearer mind, Diluc would ask in what ways he should expect to change due to the thrall bond. Surely there's more to it than just belonging to his master and improved eyesight, and he's the type of person who likes to be overly prepared--especially when the outcome is inevitable and beyond his own control.
In the state that he's in, however, the the thought to question it doesn't even cross his mind. He's too focused on the tug of his leash and the ache between his legs, and too distracted by his master's kiss.
The order to undress him couldn't have come soon enough. Diluc doesn't hesitate in removing layers of clothing, harried in his pace but not entirely careless. As much as he'd rather literally rip the clothing off of him, he's not quite capable of the feat after days of captivity and while intoxicated like this. Not to mention the matter of punishment, which would likely be swift and painful.
He pauses briefly in his task, moaning softly to himself at the thought.
Once his master is topless, Diluc can't help but press his face into the crook of his neck and breathe deeply, savoring the scent and closeness as he fumbles to open his pants.]
[ Sylvain lets him work, watching him with a gleaming golden gaze, although he chuckles when the man’s hands fumble and he moans to himself. He can pick up on some of the human’s emotions already, but they were still jumbled together. Understanding and being able to read him would come with time, but for now, the reaction is enough to spark his curiosity.
When Diluc presses in against him, he tangles fingers in that bright hair and holds him in place there against his throat as he feels fingers fumble with the fastenings of his breeches. ]
What was that thought, pet? From your reaction, it must have been a delicious one.
[The question throws Diluc off a touch--which is stupid, because of course he'd notice him moan out of seemingly nowhere--but he still manages to get the pants open and pulled down past his hips.]
I want you to hurt me.
[The answer is all but mumbled into his master's skin, and not at all specific about the details. But it's not meant to be inaccurate or evasive, merely boiled down to its most essential detail.]
[ Another chuckle, this one a shade darker than before as he lets his human strip him of his pants. he lets his fangs scrape along that bared shoulder, not enough to send more venom through him, but he knows Diluc’s body would already be starting to connect the contact with the intense pleasure it brings, so he doesn’t mind teasing him a little now. ]
Do you, my pretty little pet? What a fascinating confession. How do you want me to hurt you, pet? Surely something must have crossed your mind to make you moan so deliciously.
[It is a fascinating confession, especially out of someone like him--proud, free human that he was. This desire, like many other things happening in these chambers, will be something he examines deeply in himself when the intoxication passes and he's feeling more like himself.
The teasing is rewarded with a sharp breath in anticipation of a full-on bite, followed by a soft, needy moan when it doesn't materialize. Diluc's head is swimming, and his master's behavior isn't help.
(Of course it isn't. That's the point.)
He takes a deep breath in an attempt to try and put a coherent thought together. If he could, he'd also take a step back--but he's currently pinned where he is, and 'wanting to collect my thoughts' isn't compelling enough a reason to fight the hold.]
Pull my hair, slam me around, hold me by the throat...
[Not dissimilar to what he did to Diluc before the lost wager, honestly.]
[ That’s assuming he’ll ever loosen the leash that far anytime soon, sweet pet. He might not. He likes having your gaze fixed on him and only on him, your mind empty of everything that isn’t your desire.
But he smiles at the admission, feeling the faint struggle as Diluc tries to figure out what he should do next. What he should say. But the confession pleases him all the same. Sylvain bends his head down and lets his fangs break skin this time. Shallow, not a deep bite, only enough to lap at some of his blood and leave another visible mark on the curve of his throat. But he knows it’ll give his pet that edge he’s apparently craving - and more. ]
It seems my little pet likes it rough. Noted. Get my pants off, pretty, and we’ll see what we can do about that.
[Fair enough. Just make sure to let him sleep sometimes. And don't forget to feed him and give him water. A pet is a big responsibility!
Fangs pierce into his skin, and Diluc makes a strangled sound in response to the sting of pain followed by another wave of pleasure. Breathlessly, he murmurs:]
Fuck...
[Once he's released enough to do so, Diluc sinks to his knees to finish the job of removing his master's pants and underthings (if there are any). Once the clothing is no longer in the way, he sits back on his haunches and looks up. He gaze stops for a bit between his legs, admiring what is no doubt an impressive view there, before continuing to his face.
[ He’ll even take him for walkies. He’s got a convenient collar and leash already!
[ Sylvain chuckles as he lets his tongue lap over those puncture bites, letting his saliva mingle with the blood, enjoying the flavor of Diluc’s hunger on his tongue. He hasn’t fed deeply yet, only little bites and sips - mostly to keep his pet awash in the pleasure of it than the actual need to sate his physical hungers.
When he releases him finally to let him sink down to his knees before him - getting a new hum of satisfied pleasure at the pretty sight that makes - he smiles as he watches Diluc unlace the front of his breeches and then slides the piece of clothing down his legs. There’s nothing underneath them, not tonight, and it leaves the vampire naked and hard, cock erect and very, very interested in the little pet kneeling so docilely at his feet.
Reaching out, he tangles fingers in that vibrant hair, gripping him firmly as he guides him closer. ]
You look so tempting on your knees for me, pet. It’s a very good look for you. How clever is that tongue of yours, I wonder?
Seeing his master fully erect in front of him only increases the ache of his own arousal, the full realization of how much he's enjoying all of this washing over him. The fresh hit of saliva also helps with that, of course. If not for the cock ring, it increasingly feels like a slight breeze between his legs would be enough to make him cum all over the place.
He still wants it off. He knows that when it's removed is entirely out of his control.
The hand in his hair pulling him in closer causes him to moan softly, and he doesn't hesitate at the implied directive he's been given. Slowly, with a hint of uncertainty brought by inexperience, he runs his tongue up along the underside of his master's shaft. The entire time, he's looking upward for signs of approval.]
[ He’ll find it in the slow curve of the vampire’s lips as he watches him with a dark gaze. Fingers remain gripping in his hair, although he doesn’t push him past his comfort limits. Not yet. Even if his little human would probably like that. ]
That’s it. Take me deeper. Use your tongue to wet the skin. And keep your jaw relaxed, my pretty pet. See how deep you can take me.
Diluc nods slightly in acknowledgement. The guidance is genuinely helpful--the number of blowjobs he's received before tonight is one, but the number he's given is zero. He's depending on feedback from his master and instinct to get the job done, not least because he really wants to do this well.
Luckily, he's bright and a fast learner. Training him will be easy enough, assuming he remains amenable to being trained. (He will.)
He leans in and runs his tongue along the length of him a few more times, tentative at first but with increasing interest and confidence. After a bit, he takes the tip into his mouth and sucks gently before taking him in deeper.]
[ His voice is a low croon as he cards his fingers through the human’s hair, letting him find the pace he was most comfortable with here. Sylvain was in no hurry, and he’d rather his pet learn how to do this well rather than just quickly.
But he does rock his hips forward a little to press himself deeper into that wet heat. Feeling Diluc’s tongue slide along the underside of his cock as he presses a little deeper. Nudges at the back of his throat. ]
[Fuck, he likes hearing those words from him. He can't help but moan around the cock in his mouth, even as he remains focused on taking it in deeper. Given the way his master presses in deeper, he has no choice but to remain focused.
Likely due to the influence of blood and venom pumping through his system, he finds it surprisingly easy to resist his gag reflex and relax into it. If he were sober, being able to let go of his constant tension enough to handle this would have been a nigh impossible task--even if he wanted to fuck this vampire with every fiber of his being. Unwinding is just not something that comes easily or naturally to him.
That may or may not change as he gets used to his new life here.
It's a slow and deliberate process, but he ultimately manages to open his throat enough to take him in entirely. The feeling of a cock in his throat isn't quite comfortable, but it's not unwelcome either. He could easily get used to it.]
[ He relishes that little moan, hands carding through his hair as he rocks shallowly, easing his way deeper. He feels the slight struggle as the human tries to relax his throat, tries to swallow around him, and he smiles as he feels that tight squeeze as he slips past it.
He doesn’t stay there long, drawing back to give him air, before filling him again. Setting a slow, steady pace that kept his human filled and focused in the moment. Focused fully on him and only what he gave him. He knew it would be easy to slip deeper into that mindset like this. On his knees, hand in his hair guiding his movements. Letting himself be used, be filled, be nothing but a source of pleasure for his master to take at will. ]
[As intended, Diluc remains entirely focused on what's being done to him and the vampire doing it, gazing upward until the sensation of his throat being fucked becomes too much and he squeezes his eyes shut.
It's so easy to slip further into accepting his new role as pet when he's being treated like this. And with the associated damnation comes a strange, perverse sense of peace. As a free human and later as a member of a human resistance group, Diluc has lived a life of fighting and hypervigilance. Now that the fight has been lost, there's comfort in no longer having to work at maintaining control over himself, his surroundings, and every other thing around him. He can simply let go.
He'd be surprised by the revelation, if there were any room in his mind for feelings other than overwhelming arousal and the desire to please.]
[ He can feel that surrender in his pet, the way he gives himself over entirely to the control Sylvain has on him. It makes the vampire smile in pleasure and give him more of what he wants, fucking the human’s throat that he so obligingly offers.
The temptation is there, to fuck him deep, until he spills himself down that tight throat swallowing around him, gasping for air in the brief breaks he leaves him. But he wants to see and feel his little pet come undone even more. So after letting his enjoyment of his pet’s pretty mouth entertain him for a bit, he pulls back, fingers tugging on red hair as he pulls Diluc’s head back slightly, taking in the reddened lips and the hazy look in his eyes.
Submission was such an intoxicating sensation, after all. For both the master and the pet. ]
You’re going to stretch out on the bed for me now, pet. On your back. I think I’ll fuck you tonight. Have you ever taken a cock before?
[If someone had told Diluc even a few hours ago that he'd be this pliant and submissive to a vampire master, he would have surely attacked them. And yet here he is, on his knees and looking upward with no resistance whatsoever, expression dazed and wanting. Yes, he's currently drugged out of his mind, but it's only a matter of time before this level of intoxication isn't a necessary part of this dynamic.
The mention of being fucked causes his cock to twitch, and again he's reminded of the ring around it. He's tempted to reach down and pull it off of himself, but doesn't dare do so.]
No, I haven't.
[His voice is a hoarse when he speaks, but his answer is audible enough. And the answer shouldn't be all that surprising, inexperienced as he is.
Once the hold on his hair is released, he gets off the floor to climb up onto the bed and flop gracelessly onto his back.]
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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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Honestly, he wants anything and everything his master is willing to give him. This vampire is going to be the death of him, one way or another.
He follows dutifully, eyes never straying from the one holding his leash. At least, until they move into the darkness of the bedroom and his eyes are no longer able to make out his figure. He dimly thinks he should be a good pet and turn on a light, but doesn't know where one would be.]
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He leads his little pet towards the bed, stopping beside it and tugging him close by the leash once more. ]
Your eyesight will adapt with time, pet. The thrall bond comes with a great number of benefits for you, after all. You will be more than a mere human now. Besides being mine.
[ He smiles as he leans in to indulgently steal another kiss before giving one more telling tug on the leash. Emphasizing his hold, his possession. ]
Undress me now, pet. It will be easier to get it out of the way, rather than stopping to do it later, when neither of us will want an interruption.
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In the state that he's in, however, the the thought to question it doesn't even cross his mind. He's too focused on the tug of his leash and the ache between his legs, and too distracted by his master's kiss.
The order to undress him couldn't have come soon enough. Diluc doesn't hesitate in removing layers of clothing, harried in his pace but not entirely careless. As much as he'd rather literally rip the clothing off of him, he's not quite capable of the feat after days of captivity and while intoxicated like this. Not to mention the matter of punishment, which would likely be swift and painful.
He pauses briefly in his task, moaning softly to himself at the thought.
Once his master is topless, Diluc can't help but press his face into the crook of his neck and breathe deeply, savoring the scent and closeness as he fumbles to open his pants.]
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When Diluc presses in against him, he tangles fingers in that bright hair and holds him in place there against his throat as he feels fingers fumble with the fastenings of his breeches. ]
What was that thought, pet? From your reaction, it must have been a delicious one.
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I want you to hurt me.
[The answer is all but mumbled into his master's skin, and not at all specific about the details. But it's not meant to be inaccurate or evasive, merely boiled down to its most essential detail.]
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Do you, my pretty little pet? What a fascinating confession. How do you want me to hurt you, pet? Surely something must have crossed your mind to make you moan so deliciously.
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The teasing is rewarded with a sharp breath in anticipation of a full-on bite, followed by a soft, needy moan when it doesn't materialize. Diluc's head is swimming, and his master's behavior isn't help.
(Of course it isn't. That's the point.)
He takes a deep breath in an attempt to try and put a coherent thought together. If he could, he'd also take a step back--but he's currently pinned where he is, and 'wanting to collect my thoughts' isn't compelling enough a reason to fight the hold.]
Pull my hair, slam me around, hold me by the throat...
[Not dissimilar to what he did to Diluc before the lost wager, honestly.]
Punish me. And fuck me.
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But he smiles at the admission, feeling the faint struggle as Diluc tries to figure out what he should do next. What he should say. But the confession pleases him all the same. Sylvain bends his head down and lets his fangs break skin this time. Shallow, not a deep bite, only enough to lap at some of his blood and leave another visible mark on the curve of his throat. But he knows it’ll give his pet that edge he’s apparently craving - and more. ]
It seems my little pet likes it rough. Noted. Get my pants off, pretty, and we’ll see what we can do about that.
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Fangs pierce into his skin, and Diluc makes a strangled sound in response to the sting of pain followed by another wave of pleasure. Breathlessly, he murmurs:]
Fuck...
[Once he's released enough to do so, Diluc sinks to his knees to finish the job of removing his master's pants and underthings (if there are any). Once the clothing is no longer in the way, he sits back on his haunches and looks up. He gaze stops for a bit between his legs, admiring what is no doubt an impressive view there, before continuing to his face.
There he waits for what's next.]
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[ Sylvain chuckles as he lets his tongue lap over those puncture bites, letting his saliva mingle with the blood, enjoying the flavor of Diluc’s hunger on his tongue. He hasn’t fed deeply yet, only little bites and sips - mostly to keep his pet awash in the pleasure of it than the actual need to sate his physical hungers.
When he releases him finally to let him sink down to his knees before him - getting a new hum of satisfied pleasure at the pretty sight that makes - he smiles as he watches Diluc unlace the front of his breeches and then slides the piece of clothing down his legs. There’s nothing underneath them, not tonight, and it leaves the vampire naked and hard, cock erect and very, very interested in the little pet kneeling so docilely at his feet.
Reaching out, he tangles fingers in that vibrant hair, gripping him firmly as he guides him closer. ]
You look so tempting on your knees for me, pet. It’s a very good look for you. How clever is that tongue of yours, I wonder?
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Seeing his master fully erect in front of him only increases the ache of his own arousal, the full realization of how much he's enjoying all of this washing over him. The fresh hit of saliva also helps with that, of course. If not for the cock ring, it increasingly feels like a slight breeze between his legs would be enough to make him cum all over the place.
He still wants it off. He knows that when it's removed is entirely out of his control.
The hand in his hair pulling him in closer causes him to moan softly, and he doesn't hesitate at the implied directive he's been given. Slowly, with a hint of uncertainty brought by inexperience, he runs his tongue up along the underside of his master's shaft. The entire time, he's looking upward for signs of approval.]
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That’s it. Take me deeper. Use your tongue to wet the skin. And keep your jaw relaxed, my pretty pet. See how deep you can take me.
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Diluc nods slightly in acknowledgement. The guidance is genuinely helpful--the number of blowjobs he's received before tonight is one, but the number he's given is zero. He's depending on feedback from his master and instinct to get the job done, not least because he really wants to do this well.
Luckily, he's bright and a fast learner. Training him will be easy enough, assuming he remains amenable to being trained. (He will.)
He leans in and runs his tongue along the length of him a few more times, tentative at first but with increasing interest and confidence. After a bit, he takes the tip into his mouth and sucks gently before taking him in deeper.]
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[ His voice is a low croon as he cards his fingers through the human’s hair, letting him find the pace he was most comfortable with here. Sylvain was in no hurry, and he’d rather his pet learn how to do this well rather than just quickly.
But he does rock his hips forward a little to press himself deeper into that wet heat. Feeling Diluc’s tongue slide along the underside of his cock as he presses a little deeper. Nudges at the back of his throat. ]
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Likely due to the influence of blood and venom pumping through his system, he finds it surprisingly easy to resist his gag reflex and relax into it. If he were sober, being able to let go of his constant tension enough to handle this would have been a nigh impossible task--even if he wanted to fuck this vampire with every fiber of his being. Unwinding is just not something that comes easily or naturally to him.
That may or may not change as he gets used to his new life here.
It's a slow and deliberate process, but he ultimately manages to open his throat enough to take him in entirely. The feeling of a cock in his throat isn't quite comfortable, but it's not unwelcome either. He could easily get used to it.]
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He doesn’t stay there long, drawing back to give him air, before filling him again. Setting a slow, steady pace that kept his human filled and focused in the moment. Focused fully on him and only what he gave him. He knew it would be easy to slip deeper into that mindset like this. On his knees, hand in his hair guiding his movements. Letting himself be used, be filled, be nothing but a source of pleasure for his master to take at will. ]
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It's so easy to slip further into accepting his new role as pet when he's being treated like this. And with the associated damnation comes a strange, perverse sense of peace. As a free human and later as a member of a human resistance group, Diluc has lived a life of fighting and hypervigilance. Now that the fight has been lost, there's comfort in no longer having to work at maintaining control over himself, his surroundings, and every other thing around him. He can simply let go.
He'd be surprised by the revelation, if there were any room in his mind for feelings other than overwhelming arousal and the desire to please.]
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The temptation is there, to fuck him deep, until he spills himself down that tight throat swallowing around him, gasping for air in the brief breaks he leaves him. But he wants to see and feel his little pet come undone even more. So after letting his enjoyment of his pet’s pretty mouth entertain him for a bit, he pulls back, fingers tugging on red hair as he pulls Diluc’s head back slightly, taking in the reddened lips and the hazy look in his eyes.
Submission was such an intoxicating sensation, after all. For both the master and the pet. ]
You’re going to stretch out on the bed for me now, pet. On your back. I think I’ll fuck you tonight. Have you ever taken a cock before?
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The mention of being fucked causes his cock to twitch, and again he's reminded of the ring around it. He's tempted to reach down and pull it off of himself, but doesn't dare do so.]
No, I haven't.
[His voice is a hoarse when he speaks, but his answer is audible enough. And the answer shouldn't be all that surprising, inexperienced as he is.
Once the hold on his hair is released, he gets off the floor to climb up onto the bed and flop gracelessly onto his back.]