[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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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.]