[ 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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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.]