[Despite knowing that eye contact with a vampire like this is dangerous, Diluc doesn't look away. He intends to stand his ground until the last, as much as one can while naked and bound like he is. And while there's nothing in that gaze that's mesmerizing or pressing into his mind, there's something alluring about it...
Oh, he hates that fleeting thought.
The eye contact is broken when the vampire tugs on his collar. He tries to maintain the percarious balance he has on his knees, but he can't stop himself from pitching forward and landing against his new master's chest. A soft curse passes his lips in frustration.]
What do you mean by "fortunate"?
[By his measure, any vampire taking him in is going to be hell. The only difference is the shape that hell takes.]
[ The human will no doubt be able to feel the chuckle that rumbles in Sylvain's chest as he wraps one arm around him to brace him there, holding him in place. That finger slips free of the collar, but only to trace down the pulse point in the man's throat, feeling how his heartbeat races just below the surface.
He wonders what he'll taste like, this new pet of his? And how he'll react to the bite. It could be varied, with some humans, although ultimately a vampire's venom always won out. He found himself wondering, too, if this human, so immersed in his rebellion as he'd been, had ever felt the pleasure of a vampire's bite. Possibly not. It would make this all the more entertaining, if so. What a silly thing to rebel against, when it was something he would soon come to crave so desperately. ]
Oh, there were quite a few who thought it would be fitting to give you a very lengthy, painful death. Others wanted to send you to the blood factories, where you would be hooked up to be drained for whatever remained of your life, feeding those of us you sought so hard to evade. You're not the first who's been caught and sentenced to such a fate. It's the most common punishment, after all. Or you could have been sent off to the breeding farms, I suppose. You are pretty enough, you might sire a few worthwhile pets while still in your prime.
But I suspect my prince wants you here to see the fate of those you lured into your foolish endeavor along with you. They're hunting the remnants of them, you realize. We shall hear of their fates in a few nights, I'm sure. Enough time to get you settled into your new life. I've no intent of killing you, so you needn't worry about that. I know how desperately you humans cling to that ideal. Besides. You're much more useful to me alive. Hale and hearty, even. It's been a while since I've taken a personal pet.
[Diluc is one of the few humans to have been born free in this world, and as such he has no idea what being drank from will be like. He's always imagined it to be excrutiating, with the vampire enjoying the infliction of pain with each feed. The very idea of the sensation being quite the opposite has never once crossed his mind.
His hands ball uselessly into fists behind him as he listens. It's clear that this punishment was specifically chosen to hurt him as deeply as possible. Any of the other punishments--even the breeding farms, which sound almost as awful--would have been preferable to being toyed with while being constantly reminded that his companions are all in grave danger.
This asshole won't even do him the dignity of drinking him dry.]
I'll kill you the first chance I get.
[He means every word of the threat, even as he knows the chance of him actually having such an opportunity are practically zero.]
[ Sylvain just hums at that, not sounding bothered in the least by the threat. Humans were all so full of bluster before they realized just what it was they thought they were fighting.
That diminished considerably once they realized they’d truly just be fighting themselves. ]
For a little while, at least. But as I don’t intend to give you such an opportunity, you can just console yourself with the thought of it for now. Does that make you feel better?
[ There’s laughter in his tone, because yes, he’s mocking him a bit, but probably not for the reasons the human would assume.
With a low, angry growl, Diluc starts squirming in an attempt to break free of the hold he has on him. It's pointless, and he knows it's pointless, but like hell does he plan to be cooperative and pliant.
If Diluc is going to suffer, then he's hellbent on making this just as miserable for the vampire who owns him.]
[ That gets a reaction and Sylvain just laughs as the human starts to struggle, his strength easily a match to keep him right where he wants him. ]
Mmm. Guess I’ll take that as a no then.
[ Straightening, he moves to yank the human upright onto his feet with his grip on one bound arm, barely giving him time to find his balance before steering him deeper into his quarters. A doorway off to one side shows his darkened bedroom, quiet and empty for the time being, but Sylvain takes the human only so far as the sitting room for now. Bypassing the couch and comfortable chairs and steering him towards the desk instead.
A shove, and Diluc is bent over its polished surface, the long way, his upper body stretched out and held taut in such a way that it kept him pinned from the waist up. All that pale skin and lithe muscle on display as fingers curl around the back of his neck to hold him in place. ]
In that case, we might as well get started, shall we?
[That laugh is infuriating, but Diluc isn't given time to seethe over it. He's dragged to his feet, and his immediate, instinctive attempts to pull away are easily overpowered as he's pulled to the sitting room.
He hits the surface of the desk hard and is swiftly pinned into place. Depsite the futility of it, he continues to struggle to break free. It's all he can do, vulnerable as he is like this.]
Do your worst.
[He's managed to survive a few days of torture prior to this. Whatever the vampire has in mind--and given his position, he has an inkling of what it might be--the same principle applies here: keep the anger burning within him and don't break.]
Oh, no, you don’t want that at all, that’s highly unpleasant.
[ Sylvain argues with that demand mildly, as if completely oblivious to vitriol in the man’s tone. He’s not, but he finds that amusing, too. Wonders how long before those demands melt into whimpers and then into begging. He thinks that voice will sound quite lovely, tinged with desperation. He supposes he will soon find out.
Still keeping Diluc pinned by his throat, he slides the fingers of his other hand up the inside of one bound arm. ]
Did you know there’s a purpose to each and every place a vampire bites? No, you probably don’t know that at all, I can’t imagine you’ve had that many conversations with one of us in order to learn such things.
[ HIs fingertip taps at the large vein on the inside of the human’s wrist. ] This is, of course, the most common and polite place to bite, especially in public. Minimal mess, no compromising positions, very perfunctory and businesslike. Then there’s the throat, of course. A favorite of most of my kind. Far more intimate, of course, and far more intense, for all of its closeness to your heart. [ Which just has the venom spreading faster, affecting them all the more potently. ]
There are a number of other locations, of course. All with different meanings, some holding a level of insult or perhaps tasting sweeter than elsewhere. My personal favorite, however, is one of the most intimate known to our kind. [ Those fingers trail their way down Diluc’s spine now, over the bared skin, flushed from the exertion of his struggles. It’s got his heart pumping harder, too, which makes him all the more alluring, even though Sylvain is sure he’d be horrified to realize just why his struggles would be considered to satisfying to the vampire pinning him in place. Giving him something to struggle against.
One foot slides between Diluc’s legs, kicking them a part before those fingers trail down over the curve of his ass, over the tight ring of muscle there that he spares only the briefest moment to circle before moving lower. Down to the soft flesh of the inside of his thigh. ]
There’s an artery here, you see. One responsibly for carrying all the blood to the lower half of your body. Dangerous, if bled out, but you won’t have to worry about that. As I said, you’re far more valuable to me alive.
[The seemingly nonchalant reaction to Diluc's anger only serves to stoke his fury further--which is probably the intention. But there really is no way to react that won't feed into some dark desire or another. At least with open resistance, he can maintain some small part of his human dignity.
Even so, he takes in a sharp breath and freezes when he feels the vampire's fingers circle one of his most vulnerable places. He remains still as those fingers move to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.]
That's where you intend to bite me.
[It's not a question. Despite how stupid the vampire thinks he is, Diluc's rather perceptive with his human senses.
So, that's how this is going to be. He'll drink Diluc to near-death, then take his pleasure when he's too weakened by blood loss to put up any fight. It's not something he wants--no human being would, he assumes--but it's something he can steel himself for. He clenches his jaw and waits for the inevitable.
He's hilariously wrong in his expectations, but that's not his fault.]
Oh, I’ll probably bite you in a variety pf places but the first one? [ That’s the most important, after all. ] Yes, I think I’ll do it here.
[ He doesn’t do it yet, however. No, first he slides the human a little higher on his desk, so only his toes are able to reach the ground if he stretches, giving him little slack or leverage to speak of. His hand reaches over the far side of the desk to fumble with something and a moment later, there’s a chain clipped into place through the small hook of Diluc’s collar.
Don’t ask why there’s a leash attached to one end of his desk, Diluc, you probably won’t like the answer. Or the answers about how many other pieces of his furniture have convenient places to bind you at a later date. His bed probably has a dozen different options alone.
But with the collar clipped to the far edge of the desk, his hands bound behind him and his feet just barely able to touch the floor, it severely limits any options left to him. He could struggle, but at the expense of cutting off his own airway. And his own weight will keep the desk from shifting at all, leaving him effectively helpless and vulnerable in all the ways he should really be dreading right now.
Oh, but Sylvain has one more thing to add. Not that Diluc can see it, caught as he is. A drawer opens in the desk as he Sylvain hunts through his possessions there before finding what he wants. He moves behind the human again, crouching down behind him again, and he knows the human will likely tense, bracing for what he thinks is coming but he’d be wrong yet again.
Diluc’s cock is soft, of course - clearly not one of the humans who gets aroused by fear or rage, this one - but that serves Sylvain’s purposes well enough. Naked as he is, the man’s cock is easy to access, dangling just below the edge of the desk where his hips are pressed into the edge of the wood. A thick silver ring is worked down the length of his shaft - simple enough while he’s soft, but he knows it will be a different matter later. He works it down until it’s snug around the base, knowing that it will start to squeeze, should Diluc start to harden. Never to the point of pain - the ring is enchanted to adjust subtly as needed. But its a binding that will be impossible to ignore - and one that gives Sylvain just one more avenue of control over the human now fully at his mercy.
Humans bend so much more swiftly when they are denied the one thing they want more than air itself. He wonders how long this one’s stubbornness will hold out? ]
There, much better. [ He declares this in satisfaction, giving the bared curve of Diluc’s ass a fond pat as he straightens once more. ] Are you comfortable enough, my pretty little pet? We may be here a while, after all.
[Once Diluc is fully repositioned and latched down, there's really nothing more for him to do but wait. It's a terrible position to be in, helpless and vulnerable to the whims of a monster. He briefly considers making an attempt to strangle himself on the collar to call the vampire's bluff in that he prefers Diluc to stay alive. Ultimately, however, he decides against it. He needs to preserve his strength for what is inevitably going to follow.
There's a sound of rummaging and movement behind him, and Diluc braces himself for a bite that doesn't come. Instead, the vampire slips something down over his cock. That's... an interesting decision, and one that throws Diluc off ever so slightly. Why he would do such a thing is beyond him. Is it meant to serve as a second collar to humiliate him further?
Even after the vampire stands, Diluc remains tensed and alert like a string that's close to snapping.]
No.
[Look, if he didn't want an honest answer, he shouldn't have asked.]
[ He can’t say he’s even surprised by that answer, even if he does click his tongue softly and shake his head in disappointment at the predictability. ]
Well, then. Let’s do something about that, shall we?
[ Probably not anything Diluc had intended to hasten, of course, but that had been Sylvain’s plan anyway. He slides his hands down over the curve of the human’s ass once more, spreading his thighs as he goes down on one knee behind him, settling himself comfortably at the very least. His hands are firm and enough strength is in his hold to keep the human from moving or jerking at all.
He still doesn’t bite right away. No, first, he leans in and slides his tongue over the warm flesh, feeling the way his pulse throbs beneath the surface. Most thralls quickly become aware of the effects of a vampire’s bite, the venom that washes through them, making the entire experience euphoric and addicting. What most of them don’t realize is that a vampire’s saliva also carries faint traces of it. Not enough to affect a human in the same way, of course, but it has subtle effects. One being that any skin coated in it will be far more sensitive as blood rushes to the surface in response. Almost like the wash of heat from a blush, a more pointed awareness as it seeps into flesh and nerve endings.
It made oral sex a completely different experience, which he’ll likely find out eventually.
For now, though, it will just send a shiver of warm pleasure along his nerves, as if Sylvain was licking somewhere far more intimate and pleasurable than just the inside of his thigh. It will help distract, too, because a moment later his fangs unsheathe and he sinks them into pale flesh for his first taste of his new pet.
The blood that splashes on his tongue is rich and deep, a heady flavor that reminds Sylvain of a fine wine. His tongue laps at the punctures, knowing there would have been an initial prick of pain before the venom hits the human’s bloodstream. And then it’s only a matter of heartbeats before the effects of that kick in.
It’s like an aphrodisiac and the hit of a potent drug, all hitting his bloodstream at once. It might take several minutes to spread throughout his body, but by choosing to bite here, of all places, Sylvain’s ensured that the pleasure is felt almost immediately in the places that would react to it the most strongly. ]
[Diluc squeezes his eyes shut as he continues to brace himself for the bite. The warm, wet sensation of his tongue catches him off guard, and he flinches slightly at how... nice... that feels. Moreso than it should, given how tightly wound he currently is.
There's a sting of pain when fangs finally pierce into his flesh, but it's not nearly as much as he had imagined. And more than that, it's quickly overwhelmed by a pleasurable warmth spreading out from the point of contact.]
Ahh--.
[He manages to bite back to noise before it becomes a full-throated moan, but only just.
It isn't long before his head starts swimming. There's no way for the vampire to know that he's a lightweight even by human standards, barely able to handle a few glasses of alcohol without becoming quite drunk. That works to his disadvantage here, making him especially susceptible to the effects of the venom.
He's much too warm, and his arousal is difficult to deny--especially now that he's figured out what the ring around his hardening cock is for. There's a distinct pressure there that he's unsure if he likes or hates.
Vaguely, he remembers that he's supposed to be resisting this. He makes a half-hearted effort, squirming a bit against the various holds and bonds he's under.]
[ Sylvain smiles against the warm flesh he feeds from, tongue lapping up any stray drops before they can escape. He's not feeding deep - only enough to let his venom sink in and give him a taste. He has no intention of letting this end too quickly, after all, and he has infinite patience. Which will probably be maddening for the human as he grows more and more needy, but Sylvain isn't overly concerned about that, either.
The heated flush steals visibly along pale skin and he's at the perfect angle to watch as Diluc's cock starts to harden, lengthen. Twitching each time a new wave of sensation washes through him. It's lovely to see, and that aborted noise had been delicious. He wanted to hear the rest of it. He was definitely going to have to make Diluc make more of those.
Which is why he withdraws his fangs, only to bite down again, a little higher this time. A new jolt of venom-fueled pleasure washing through his little human's system. He could do this until the redhead was all but blind with his need, but it's better to pace him. Build it a little higher, a little hotter, in increments. He had no intention of completely breaking him, after all.
[This time, Sylvain is rewarded with the moan he so badly wants to hear. It's followed with a soft, nearly growled:]
Fuck.
[The expletive is equal parts arousal and frustration. He's alarmed at how quickly he's coming apart, heartbeat by heartbeat. The more this goes on, the more he enjoys it--and the harder it is to reach for that anger that was so clear mere minutes ago. That rage is all he has, and without it he knows he's lost.
The worst part is that he doesn't entirely understand why this is happening. Being bled like this, having a vampire drink from you so unabashedly, is supposed to be painful. It's supposed to be hell. Not... not this.]
You drugged me...?
[He doesn't mean for it to be a question, but it comes out as one. Given how much his body yearns to have his mind just give in to the pleasure of it, it's a small wonder he got the words out at all.]
[ The breathless question gets a laugh from the vampire behind him as he withdraws his fangs and slides teasing fingers down over the curve of Diluc's ass. ]
Poor pet. Clearly you've never been bitten before. Did you think it was some terrible torture to endure? A torment you would have to grit your teeth and separate yourself from until it ended? [ Those fingers drift lower, down over his balls, before tracing up the underside of his fully erect cock. The vein stands out there, beckoning him, and he can see liquid already pearling at the tip. His little pet is enjoying this very much, it seems. ]
It's quite the opposite, actually. Our bite is one of the most exquisite pleasures a human will ever experience. Why do you think the majority of your kind have flung themselves at our feet and begged us to feed? Surely you've encountered the sheer number of humans who have no desire to be saved. [ There's a hint of a sneer in his voice, because this is hardly the first human rebellion or resistance that has tried to rise up. There's been a multitude. Humans thinking they want freedom, when in truth, they truly crave the opposite. It's why none of the foolish endeavors - including this one - will never truly succeed. ]
No, pet, I haven't drugged you at all. I've just given you a taste of what you've been missing all this time. Foolish of you, to have avoided it for so long, no? [ His tongue laps over those twin puncture marks, catching the beading drops of blood from his skin and letting his saliva coat the flesh there a little thicker. ]
{Another undignified noise passes Diluc's lips as the vampire touches him where he craves it most, and his hips try to thrust forward into that touch almost involuntarily. Of course, given how he's positioned and held in place, the motion accomplishes almost nothing.
He pulls at the bindings on his wrists. For the first time, he wants his hands free for reasons other than wrapping them around the vampire's throat. He wants to reach out and grab a fistful of something to give his nerves some kind of outlet. They all feel like they're ablaze, as if just the right spark will reduce him to ash. How sweet that kind of oblivion would be.]
You... [Gods, he can't think straight.] You keep us down by keeping us pliant...
[The pleasure of the bite certainly makes a lot of unexplained parts of his experience with the resistance fall into place. The reluctance of some of their rescues. The way that escaped humans among their number would sometimes talk of missing their lives before. The fact that the world is the way it is to begin with. It all makes sudden, terrible sense.
There's a sense of indignance that comes with this knowledge. That if not for this trick of vampire physiology, humans could have the autonomy they deserve. Yet even clinging to that doesn't do much to distract him from the fact that he really wants this vampire to fuck him all a sudden.]
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.
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Oh, he hates that fleeting thought.
The eye contact is broken when the vampire tugs on his collar. He tries to maintain the percarious balance he has on his knees, but he can't stop himself from pitching forward and landing against his new master's chest. A soft curse passes his lips in frustration.]
What do you mean by "fortunate"?
[By his measure, any vampire taking him in is going to be hell. The only difference is the shape that hell takes.]
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He wonders what he'll taste like, this new pet of his? And how he'll react to the bite. It could be varied, with some humans, although ultimately a vampire's venom always won out. He found himself wondering, too, if this human, so immersed in his rebellion as he'd been, had ever felt the pleasure of a vampire's bite. Possibly not. It would make this all the more entertaining, if so. What a silly thing to rebel against, when it was something he would soon come to crave so desperately. ]
Oh, there were quite a few who thought it would be fitting to give you a very lengthy, painful death. Others wanted to send you to the blood factories, where you would be hooked up to be drained for whatever remained of your life, feeding those of us you sought so hard to evade. You're not the first who's been caught and sentenced to such a fate. It's the most common punishment, after all. Or you could have been sent off to the breeding farms, I suppose. You are pretty enough, you might sire a few worthwhile pets while still in your prime.
But I suspect my prince wants you here to see the fate of those you lured into your foolish endeavor along with you. They're hunting the remnants of them, you realize. We shall hear of their fates in a few nights, I'm sure. Enough time to get you settled into your new life. I've no intent of killing you, so you needn't worry about that. I know how desperately you humans cling to that ideal. Besides. You're much more useful to me alive. Hale and hearty, even. It's been a while since I've taken a personal pet.
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His hands ball uselessly into fists behind him as he listens. It's clear that this punishment was specifically chosen to hurt him as deeply as possible. Any of the other punishments--even the breeding farms, which sound almost as awful--would have been preferable to being toyed with while being constantly reminded that his companions are all in grave danger.
This asshole won't even do him the dignity of drinking him dry.]
I'll kill you the first chance I get.
[He means every word of the threat, even as he knows the chance of him actually having such an opportunity are practically zero.]
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[ Sylvain just hums at that, not sounding bothered in the least by the threat. Humans were all so full of bluster before they realized just what it was they thought they were fighting.
That diminished considerably once they realized they’d truly just be fighting themselves. ]
For a little while, at least. But as I don’t intend to give you such an opportunity, you can just console yourself with the thought of it for now. Does that make you feel better?
[ There’s laughter in his tone, because yes, he’s mocking him a bit, but probably not for the reasons the human would assume.
This process will never not be amusing to him. ]
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With a low, angry growl, Diluc starts squirming in an attempt to break free of the hold he has on him. It's pointless, and he knows it's pointless, but like hell does he plan to be cooperative and pliant.
If Diluc is going to suffer, then he's hellbent on making this just as miserable for the vampire who owns him.]
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Mmm. Guess I’ll take that as a no then.
[ Straightening, he moves to yank the human upright onto his feet with his grip on one bound arm, barely giving him time to find his balance before steering him deeper into his quarters. A doorway off to one side shows his darkened bedroom, quiet and empty for the time being, but Sylvain takes the human only so far as the sitting room for now. Bypassing the couch and comfortable chairs and steering him towards the desk instead.
A shove, and Diluc is bent over its polished surface, the long way, his upper body stretched out and held taut in such a way that it kept him pinned from the waist up. All that pale skin and lithe muscle on display as fingers curl around the back of his neck to hold him in place. ]
In that case, we might as well get started, shall we?
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He hits the surface of the desk hard and is swiftly pinned into place. Depsite the futility of it, he continues to struggle to break free. It's all he can do, vulnerable as he is like this.]
Do your worst.
[He's managed to survive a few days of torture prior to this. Whatever the vampire has in mind--and given his position, he has an inkling of what it might be--the same principle applies here: keep the anger burning within him and don't break.]
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[ Sylvain argues with that demand mildly, as if completely oblivious to vitriol in the man’s tone. He’s not, but he finds that amusing, too. Wonders how long before those demands melt into whimpers and then into begging. He thinks that voice will sound quite lovely, tinged with desperation. He supposes he will soon find out.
Still keeping Diluc pinned by his throat, he slides the fingers of his other hand up the inside of one bound arm. ]
Did you know there’s a purpose to each and every place a vampire bites? No, you probably don’t know that at all, I can’t imagine you’ve had that many conversations with one of us in order to learn such things.
[ HIs fingertip taps at the large vein on the inside of the human’s wrist. ] This is, of course, the most common and polite place to bite, especially in public. Minimal mess, no compromising positions, very perfunctory and businesslike. Then there’s the throat, of course. A favorite of most of my kind. Far more intimate, of course, and far more intense, for all of its closeness to your heart. [ Which just has the venom spreading faster, affecting them all the more potently. ]
There are a number of other locations, of course. All with different meanings, some holding a level of insult or perhaps tasting sweeter than elsewhere. My personal favorite, however, is one of the most intimate known to our kind. [ Those fingers trail their way down Diluc’s spine now, over the bared skin, flushed from the exertion of his struggles. It’s got his heart pumping harder, too, which makes him all the more alluring, even though Sylvain is sure he’d be horrified to realize just why his struggles would be considered to satisfying to the vampire pinning him in place. Giving him something to struggle against.
One foot slides between Diluc’s legs, kicking them a part before those fingers trail down over the curve of his ass, over the tight ring of muscle there that he spares only the briefest moment to circle before moving lower. Down to the soft flesh of the inside of his thigh. ]
There’s an artery here, you see. One responsibly for carrying all the blood to the lower half of your body. Dangerous, if bled out, but you won’t have to worry about that. As I said, you’re far more valuable to me alive.
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Even so, he takes in a sharp breath and freezes when he feels the vampire's fingers circle one of his most vulnerable places. He remains still as those fingers move to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.]
That's where you intend to bite me.
[It's not a question. Despite how stupid the vampire thinks he is, Diluc's rather perceptive with his human senses.
So, that's how this is going to be. He'll drink Diluc to near-death, then take his pleasure when he's too weakened by blood loss to put up any fight. It's not something he wants--no human being would, he assumes--but it's something he can steel himself for. He clenches his jaw and waits for the inevitable.
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[ He doesn’t do it yet, however. No, first he slides the human a little higher on his desk, so only his toes are able to reach the ground if he stretches, giving him little slack or leverage to speak of. His hand reaches over the far side of the desk to fumble with something and a moment later, there’s a chain clipped into place through the small hook of Diluc’s collar.
Don’t ask why there’s a leash attached to one end of his desk, Diluc, you probably won’t like the answer. Or the answers about how many other pieces of his furniture have convenient places to bind you at a later date. His bed probably has a dozen different options alone.
But with the collar clipped to the far edge of the desk, his hands bound behind him and his feet just barely able to touch the floor, it severely limits any options left to him. He could struggle, but at the expense of cutting off his own airway. And his own weight will keep the desk from shifting at all, leaving him effectively helpless and vulnerable in all the ways he should really be dreading right now.
Oh, but Sylvain has one more thing to add. Not that Diluc can see it, caught as he is. A drawer opens in the desk as he Sylvain hunts through his possessions there before finding what he wants. He moves behind the human again, crouching down behind him again, and he knows the human will likely tense, bracing for what he thinks is coming but he’d be wrong yet again.
Diluc’s cock is soft, of course - clearly not one of the humans who gets aroused by fear or rage, this one - but that serves Sylvain’s purposes well enough. Naked as he is, the man’s cock is easy to access, dangling just below the edge of the desk where his hips are pressed into the edge of the wood. A thick silver ring is worked down the length of his shaft - simple enough while he’s soft, but he knows it will be a different matter later. He works it down until it’s snug around the base, knowing that it will start to squeeze, should Diluc start to harden. Never to the point of pain - the ring is enchanted to adjust subtly as needed. But its a binding that will be impossible to ignore - and one that gives Sylvain just one more avenue of control over the human now fully at his mercy.
Humans bend so much more swiftly when they are denied the one thing they want more than air itself. He wonders how long this one’s stubbornness will hold out? ]
There, much better. [ He declares this in satisfaction, giving the bared curve of Diluc’s ass a fond pat as he straightens once more. ] Are you comfortable enough, my pretty little pet? We may be here a while, after all.
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There's a sound of rummaging and movement behind him, and Diluc braces himself for a bite that doesn't come. Instead, the vampire slips something down over his cock. That's... an interesting decision, and one that throws Diluc off ever so slightly. Why he would do such a thing is beyond him. Is it meant to serve as a second collar to humiliate him further?
Even after the vampire stands, Diluc remains tensed and alert like a string that's close to snapping.]
No.
[Look, if he didn't want an honest answer, he shouldn't have asked.]
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Well, then. Let’s do something about that, shall we?
[ Probably not anything Diluc had intended to hasten, of course, but that had been Sylvain’s plan anyway. He slides his hands down over the curve of the human’s ass once more, spreading his thighs as he goes down on one knee behind him, settling himself comfortably at the very least. His hands are firm and enough strength is in his hold to keep the human from moving or jerking at all.
He still doesn’t bite right away. No, first, he leans in and slides his tongue over the warm flesh, feeling the way his pulse throbs beneath the surface. Most thralls quickly become aware of the effects of a vampire’s bite, the venom that washes through them, making the entire experience euphoric and addicting. What most of them don’t realize is that a vampire’s saliva also carries faint traces of it. Not enough to affect a human in the same way, of course, but it has subtle effects. One being that any skin coated in it will be far more sensitive as blood rushes to the surface in response. Almost like the wash of heat from a blush, a more pointed awareness as it seeps into flesh and nerve endings.
It made oral sex a completely different experience, which he’ll likely find out eventually.
For now, though, it will just send a shiver of warm pleasure along his nerves, as if Sylvain was licking somewhere far more intimate and pleasurable than just the inside of his thigh. It will help distract, too, because a moment later his fangs unsheathe and he sinks them into pale flesh for his first taste of his new pet.
The blood that splashes on his tongue is rich and deep, a heady flavor that reminds Sylvain of a fine wine. His tongue laps at the punctures, knowing there would have been an initial prick of pain before the venom hits the human’s bloodstream. And then it’s only a matter of heartbeats before the effects of that kick in.
It’s like an aphrodisiac and the hit of a potent drug, all hitting his bloodstream at once. It might take several minutes to spread throughout his body, but by choosing to bite here, of all places, Sylvain’s ensured that the pleasure is felt almost immediately in the places that would react to it the most strongly. ]
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There's a sting of pain when fangs finally pierce into his flesh, but it's not nearly as much as he had imagined. And more than that, it's quickly overwhelmed by a pleasurable warmth spreading out from the point of contact.]
Ahh--.
[He manages to bite back to noise before it becomes a full-throated moan, but only just.
It isn't long before his head starts swimming. There's no way for the vampire to know that he's a lightweight even by human standards, barely able to handle a few glasses of alcohol without becoming quite drunk. That works to his disadvantage here, making him especially susceptible to the effects of the venom.
He's much too warm, and his arousal is difficult to deny--especially now that he's figured out what the ring around his hardening cock is for. There's a distinct pressure there that he's unsure if he likes or hates.
Vaguely, he remembers that he's supposed to be resisting this. He makes a half-hearted effort, squirming a bit against the various holds and bonds he's under.]
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The heated flush steals visibly along pale skin and he's at the perfect angle to watch as Diluc's cock starts to harden, lengthen. Twitching each time a new wave of sensation washes through him. It's lovely to see, and that aborted noise had been delicious. He wanted to hear the rest of it. He was definitely going to have to make Diluc make more of those.
Which is why he withdraws his fangs, only to bite down again, a little higher this time. A new jolt of venom-fueled pleasure washing through his little human's system. He could do this until the redhead was all but blind with his need, but it's better to pace him. Build it a little higher, a little hotter, in increments. He had no intention of completely breaking him, after all.
...Maybe just a little, though. ]
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Fuck.
[The expletive is equal parts arousal and frustration. He's alarmed at how quickly he's coming apart, heartbeat by heartbeat. The more this goes on, the more he enjoys it--and the harder it is to reach for that anger that was so clear mere minutes ago. That rage is all he has, and without it he knows he's lost.
The worst part is that he doesn't entirely understand why this is happening. Being bled like this, having a vampire drink from you so unabashedly, is supposed to be painful. It's supposed to be hell. Not... not this.]
You drugged me...?
[He doesn't mean for it to be a question, but it comes out as one. Given how much his body yearns to have his mind just give in to the pleasure of it, it's a small wonder he got the words out at all.]
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Poor pet. Clearly you've never been bitten before. Did you think it was some terrible torture to endure? A torment you would have to grit your teeth and separate yourself from until it ended? [ Those fingers drift lower, down over his balls, before tracing up the underside of his fully erect cock. The vein stands out there, beckoning him, and he can see liquid already pearling at the tip. His little pet is enjoying this very much, it seems. ]
It's quite the opposite, actually. Our bite is one of the most exquisite pleasures a human will ever experience. Why do you think the majority of your kind have flung themselves at our feet and begged us to feed? Surely you've encountered the sheer number of humans who have no desire to be saved. [ There's a hint of a sneer in his voice, because this is hardly the first human rebellion or resistance that has tried to rise up. There's been a multitude. Humans thinking they want freedom, when in truth, they truly crave the opposite. It's why none of the foolish endeavors - including this one - will never truly succeed. ]
No, pet, I haven't drugged you at all. I've just given you a taste of what you've been missing all this time. Foolish of you, to have avoided it for so long, no? [ His tongue laps over those twin puncture marks, catching the beading drops of blood from his skin and letting his saliva coat the flesh there a little thicker. ]
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He pulls at the bindings on his wrists. For the first time, he wants his hands free for reasons other than wrapping them around the vampire's throat. He wants to reach out and grab a fistful of something to give his nerves some kind of outlet. They all feel like they're ablaze, as if just the right spark will reduce him to ash. How sweet that kind of oblivion would be.]
You... [Gods, he can't think straight.] You keep us down by keeping us pliant...
[The pleasure of the bite certainly makes a lot of unexplained parts of his experience with the resistance fall into place. The reluctance of some of their rescues. The way that escaped humans among their number would sometimes talk of missing their lives before. The fact that the world is the way it is to begin with. It all makes sudden, terrible sense.
There's a sense of indignance that comes with this knowledge. That if not for this trick of vampire physiology, humans could have the autonomy they deserve. Yet even clinging to that doesn't do much to distract him from the fact that he really wants this vampire to fuck him all a sudden.]
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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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