#Pet Vampire

[seetheothersideofparadise]

Pretty Fangs: Then And Now

Summary: Pearl heals from his recent branding and gets to feed. Mathias reflects.

Tags for this one are: Pet Vampire Whumpee, Human Whumper, Past Branding, Pet Whump, Collar, Semi-Institutionallized Pets, Heavy Dehumanization, It/It’s used in a dehumanizing way, Conditioned Pet, Possessive Whumper, Affectionate Whumper, POV Whumper, and Touchy Whumper. (Tell me if I missed anything!)

Pretty Fangs Masterpost

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Mathias watches Pearl sleep from his bed, curled up in the specially made pet bed next to his own. It’s usual garments have been shed, only wearing a silky shirt and shorts now, as well as it’s collar with a chain attached to the bed post.

The chain is unnecessary for his pet, but Mathias rather likes how it looks on it. It sleeps in a loose curl, quiet as a mouse as always, and Mathias can see the brand on its chest. The mark officially making it his.

Mathias had gone back and forth initially on whether or not he should keep Pearl or sell it like the rest. There had only ever been one other vampire he considered keeping, and after the whole disaster with that one, Mathias had thought keeping a pet would make him too soft on it.

But Pearl had been different in many ways. It’s white hair drew Mathias to it initially but as it’s training went on, Mathias found just how docile it could be. How it began to lean into gentle touches, how beautiful it looked no matter the condition— all dressed up, dirty, clean, bloody, crying— Pearl was as beautiful as it’s namesake. A precious gemstone that he had a hard time thinking about giving away.

When Pearl began to love him— honestly love him— it had been the deciding factor. Pearl was too precious of a pet to give away. In fact, Pearl’s behavior was exactly what others needed to see. That vampires could be lovely little lapdogs, pets to relieve stress and live its life never having to make another decision again.

That’s how it should be in Mathias’ opinion, but there were other methods of thought too. Ideas that vampires should be guard dogs, which Mathias found unpleasant as vampires shouldn’t fight; that vampires should be servants, something Mathias could understand a little better even if he preferred other things; or even that vampires should be stress balls in that one could inflict pain on them for their own benefit, which Mathias had mixed feelings about, believing pain should better the vampire as well.

Of course, there were still many out there who believed vampires should be treated humanely. The very thought disguised Mathias— they were not humans in the slightest and they certainly didn’t act like them. Vampires were desperate animals when left on their own, attacking people in the streets just for a drop of blood and more often than not, got themselves hurt in the process. No, they couldn’t take care of themselves, that much was clear. Being able to talk and take care of complex tasks didn’t mean they weren’t animals deep down. It was high time humanity stopped treated them like they were human, and started treating them how they needed to be treated.

Mathias and others with likeminded thinking were doing their best to make real change— and it was working. More and more trainers were out there, helping domesticate vampires so they could go to good homes. Shelters and pounds were set up with the necessary equipment, laws were made in major places all over the world allowing vampires to be taken to said necessary places to get the help they needed and vampires were collected of the streets— and it was a good thing. Mathias smiled at the thought of one day getting rid of the laws that allowed the ‘Intellectually-Sound’ vampires to walk among them and get jobs, and finally allow nature to heal.

Jobs, mortgages, the hustle and bustle of everyday life— that put too much stress on vampires. They weren’t meant for it. They were meant to feed and sleep and be pet and handled— they were meant to be owned. Wolves had been domesticated into the happy, little dogs they were now, and cats, once mighty hunters, were now content being fed and bathing in the sunlight from indoors— why couldn’t people see that that’s exactly what vampires needed?

Mathias sighs to himself, eyeing Pearl’s sleeping form once again. Pearl had been so fearful when Mathias had first laid eyes on it. Had never experienced kind touch and all it knew was a life where every meal was a struggle. It was starving and skittish and flinched from every touch. A pitiful, fearful little thing. If Mathias had never taken it in, who knows what would’ve became of it?

One day, Mathias would train more vampires, and Pearl could help. Comfort it so it knew it were safe with Mathias, show it what a good pet looked like— Mathias would have to ensure Pearl was ready for it before he even thought about doing it, but it would be possible. A better system, even.

If only Mathias had Pearl before. There had only been one other vampire he planned to keep— it was a feral, little thing. Bit him before he trained it out of it, snarled when he got close, disrespectful, ungrateful, and one of the most difficult cases he ever had. But Mathias couldn’t deny that he loved the challenge. The fiery attitude had gotten fun, and it made it all the more satisfying when his lessons began to stick.

When his little spitfire, still so full of anger and contempt, began to call him master and avoid his gaze unless spoken to. Still so much defiance in him, but it finally followed the basic rules. Mathias couldn’t help but grin when it kneeled when it was supposed to and stayed when he told it too. How fear flickered in its eyes when Mathias threatened punishment.

It was finally learning its place. And then it was gone.

Perhaps, if Pearl had been there, it could’ve been different. Pearl could’ve helped his little spitfire— made it stay. Made sure it learned the rules properly.

Mathias shakes himself. No use dwelling on the past. What’s done is done, and Mathias had work to do.

Leaving his bed, Mathias kneels down to Pearl and begins stroking its hair softly. It takes a minute for Pearl to awaken but its eyes finally flutter open, locking onto him.

“Sir?” Pearl sits up, groggily but ready for any order to come nonetheless. Mathias smiles.

“Good morning, Little Gem.” Mathias greets. “Does your brand hurt at all?”

Pearl hesitates. Mathias laughs and takes that as a yes. He reaches over, unhooking the chain from the bedpost and instead taking it into his hand. “Come. A little feeding is in order.”

A soft, grateful smile forms on Pearl’s face. “Thank you, Sir.” It tells him.

Mathias stands, giving the chain connected to Pearl’s collar a little, experimental tug. Pearl stands up quickly, never losing its grace despite just waking up. Mathias leads the way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, going right for Pearl’s feeding corner. “Kneel.” He orders, even if Pearl already knows the drill, and Pearl doesn’t hesitate. It kneels right where it stands, earning a chuckle out of Mathias.

“I appreciate the unquestioning obedience, but I meant kneel on the pillow.”

“Oh.” Pearl is quick to correct its mistake. “Apologies, Sir.”

Mathias waves it off. “You did exactly as you were told.” He praises, cupping Pearl’s face as he says it. Pearl’s eyes go half-lidded, leaning into his hand and letting out a content purr. “You don’t have to think about a thing, allow me to be more specific next time.”

Mathias pulls his hand away before Pearl can fall asleep to his touch. A soft whine escapes Pearl before embarrassment seems to flush across its face. It opens its mouth to no doubt apologize but Mathias just laughs again. “Someone is in need of a little attention, hm?” He teases.

Pearl ducks it’s head but answers dutifully. “A little, Sir. But if you are busy—”

“I can give my pet a little attention.” Mathias tells it. “What kind of owner would I be if I didn’t? Especially to such a good pet.”

Pearl preens at the praise. Mathias attached the chain to the hook in the wall and gets up, heading for the mini fridge next to the regular one. It’s locked, a precaution he no longer needs seeing as Pearl is no longer trying to get its own food anymore, but Mathias opens it with ease. He thumbs through the options before opting for a snack-sized blood packet. He returns with it, holding it up and smiling when Pearl’s attention is more focused on him than it.

“Small blood packets for now.” He tells it. “There’s an event at the Gala I want you to be ready for so I’m afraid you can’t be full for a little while. This should be enough to ease your pain however.”

Pearl nods. “I understand. Thank you, Sir. You’re very generous.”

Mathias pauses before choosing to sit down, crisscrossed, and pats his legs. Pearl’s eyes light up and it immediately crawls forward in order to lay its head in his lap, the chain thankfully being long enough to allow it. Mathias starts combing through its long locks of hair and the purring intensifies.

“Open.” Mathias orders. Pearl obeys and Mathias lowers the blood packet to its mouth, right above its fangs. “Drink.” He says after a long beat to test its patience, and Pearl passes with flying colors, only inserting its pearly-white fangs into the packet when told. It drinks slowly, Mathias holding the packet up for it the entire time so it’s feeding right out of his hands. He waits until it’s finished to finally pull away and stroke its hair lovingly. It’s mouth hangs open until Mathias says, “Close. Very good.”

Pearl relaxes, the blood no doubt doing it’s work and easing the pain. Mathias has always found it useful, ensuring he could still punish his pets and make sure they could heal without a scar in place later. There are things that scar, but Mathias prefers his pets to look untouched and perfect. Not only for any potential buyers, but for himself as well.

Idly, he strokes Pearl’s hair and gently rubs his knuckles against the side of its head and chin. It purrs and purrs, never having to worry about a thing, and Mathias can’t help but be glad he chose to keep this one.

“I can’t wait to show you off at the Gala.” Mathias whispers, and Pearl just keeps on purring.

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Maybe this was a little excuse to write some worldbuilding but also more important plot info! Also. Maybe I just love writing Pearl. Anyways, Gala is coming up, I’m just figuring out where to split all the stuff. Stay tuned for that and some potential Pearl’s Training Days! >:)

Also I can try doing a tag list if anyone wants it?

[daily-spooky]

source

[e-vasong]

I think that Daniel should get a little cat that he names something cute. like typo. and it should be the silliest dumbest creature in the world, and Armand should be so jealous of that cat that it still somehow makes him look stupid in comparison.

he's just like. you, feline companion to my beloved. most loathsome of creatures. i see through your foul ruse. my daniel may be taken in by your charms, but i will not be played for the fool. you seek to replace me in his esteems, and you may yet distract him for a time. but he will see the truth of you soon enough. your cruelty. batting him in the face with your dreadful claws while he is trying to rest. begging for your meals at the wicked hours of the morning and night! you will visit no more of these horrors upon him. know this, 'typo.' if you did not bring my daniel such joy i would see you removed from this home and cast out into street like a beggar. i suggest you watch your back.

[emacrow]

There a ghost in the Watchtower vent!

Batman could only sighed in defeat as the Justice league were searching in the vents again, after Superman heard a odd small screeching sound of an animal coming from it this morning.

Which lead to the Justice league searching around the vents to find the source of the sound. He internally blamed Damian for this after he snuck a odd animal in the batcave, and is still looking for that animal whom may have snuck itself into the watchtower teleportor and got beamed there.

So far they been searching for 8 hours straight with no luck whatsoever. Batman could only sighed and calls comms to get Damian to get his newest attempt of pet adoption.

Which only took 7 minutes as Damian in his robin suit just put down one of alfred's special cookies in front of the vent entrance as the Justice league watch along side as a small odd cat lik-, oh that a tiny alien feral child nawing on the cookie.

He looked 4 year old at most, glowing lararus green eyes feral and dilated with long elvish ears, sharp tiny fangs, white but dirty dust covered hair that look like a rats nest, wearing a toddler sized suit that look otherworldly yet similar to a hazmut suit if it weren't so skin tight looking. He was wearing a glowing green skull on his smol middle finger and a floating crown that remind superman of the fairy odd parents except this was black with blue aurora light fire.

"You are so losing chew toy privileges, danny." Damian huffed as he just pick danny up by his armpits and just begans walked away through the hallway door.

The justice league could only look a bit gaped.

"Where did Robin found that?"

[s0fter-sin]

vampire au where they can only drink the blood type they were before they were turned. other blood has an almost poisonous effect, burning them from within like acid and drinking too much of it can kill them

in the old days, before the knowledge of blood types, it made humans they could feed on absolutely precious. they're kept safe, pampered and doted on; a vampire’s most prized possession

attacking another vampire's human is seen as the highest insult; not only is it a slight against them, it also carries the implication of "i want you to starve"

it's also used as the cruelest of punishments; starving a vampire for months, until they're feral with hunger just for their torturer to throw in a random human, watching them desperately suck down poison, their instincts begging them to keep drinking even as it kills them

ghost is one of the few who survived it; thrown in a pit so deep, he saw stars in the middle of the day, left with nothing but the dried bodies of the humans roba drained without care, others with their throats slit, blood he can't drink spilled out around them

a taunt of the one thing he needs but will never get

but ghost hasn't survived this long just to give up here

he refuses to die in this stinking, rotted pit

ghost is a force of nature as he descends over roba's manor; killing any who wander into his path until the halls run red. until he gets his hands on roba and tells him a secret:

vampires can feed on the blood of any vampire, regardless of blood type

it becomes a legend in vampire high society; if you starve another, you'd best make sure they actually die

otherwise you might end up piled in a dining room, the vampire you left for dead lounging on a throne of corpses with his fangs lodged in your throat

ghost decimates roba's empire, burning it to the ground until no one dares to speak his name in fear of incurring his wrath. it's incredibly taboo for a vampire to feed off another but ghost's too powerful for anyone to challenge him and the other vampires are too scared to try. scared of what he's willing to do, the lengths he'll go to; not that they'll ever admit it

soap is the first human he ever brings to court; delicately bathed in the finest silks and jewels, his throat always bare so he can show off ghost's ownership, his bite framed in lace

he's not like the delicate waifs the other vampires show off; he doesn't cling to his master, demure and submissive. he shows off his teeth as often as any vampire, fully willing to rip out the throats of any who insult him or ghost

a feral master needs a just as feral pet

[whumpsoda]

I. I love vampire hunters turned thralls. Brainwashed into adoring little pets to creatures of which they once chased down with the goal of killing… UGH just someone who used to hate the thing they now address as master… bonus points if they get their memories erased and have no memory of their hunter past :3

[iloveyourhate666]

[skykichi]

I think Damian would like bunnicula

[scampthecorgi]

To Scamp, the scariest thing about the Boo Bucket is not getting to eat the fries! (Sorry pal!)

[izzylimon]

Count Catcula 🖤🐈🦇 - SOUND ON - source: Nocturnal Cult credits: Rover the Cat 🐱 track: Twin Tribes - Monolith

[creative-clawmarks]

I had a thought.

Masky, at some point when he first met a ghostly Brian, trying to give him the classic tackle greeting only to phase right through him. And then low-key crying because he can't cuddle his packmate anymore.

How else are you supposed to react to the one guy you were ok with letting pet you no longer being able to pet you? I would cry too.

[lazylittledragon]

I love that Aunt Karlach has been a recurring character in your Astarion and Dorian comics. What are their relationships like with the other companions?

i REFUSE to believe that everyone goes their separate ways post-brain. they should be surgically attached to eachother. give me found family or give me nothing

i think karlach is there the most because she and dorian just get along REALLY well because of the adhd. also everyone else is probably busy with important things but she should get to chill after they fix her engine y'know? and after kit arrives she would just be around constantly to be a lovingly terrible influence.

i also have a ranking list for how much the companions can be trusted to take care of him

[luv-sturno]

SINKING IN - M. STURNIOLO

vamp!matt x reader.

summary: after an argument with your boss, you barge into matts room. after matt sees you crying, you shut him up with a kiss.

.ᐟ smut, fluff (if you squint), pet name (babygirl, baby)

w/c: 0.6k

matt was sat infront of his desk, on a spinning chair, reading a book with no lights on. the only source of light he had was his dimly lit lamp. the door to his room openeds. he looks abruptly as the sides of the door outlined in a bright shimmer from the other room, blinding him with the sudden light. he finds you walking in, and sensed something was up.

“whats wrong babygirl?” he said in his husky voice, spinning his chair around to look at you more clearly.

you shut the door behind you and walk straight over to his bed. his eyebrows rose, curious with the lack of response. “baby, are you ok?” his voice still hoarse as usual, but a little more finer to sound sweeter.

“im fine.” you say in a harsher tone than normal. you’re head in between your knees, covered by a blanket. matt looks at you in doubt, even a bit of anger. “y/n.” he calls out to you on the bed. “matt please” you respond with a sob. matts expression quickly changed into a face of worry.

“aw, hey its ok babygirl..” he cooed, jumping out of his chair and walking over to comfort you. he sits beside you, knees up aswell, puts one of his arms under the blanket and reaches for your shoulder. “whats wrong.” he says im a calm tone. but quickly switches it up. “who did it.” he says demandingly.

“i just got in a argument with my boss. its nothing, really!” you get your head out of the blanket and look at him with your glossy eyes.

“do you still have your job? what was the argument about? was anyone else there? do i need to talk to—“ matt says peeved before you cut him off with a kiss, you had no energy to argue right now. your tounge feeling all around his mouth, but stopping at his vampire teeth.

matt chuckles “now, what was that for?” he questions. “oh shut up and kiss me.” you say before swooning back in.

matts kisses soon move down the tip of your chin, continuing to descend to your neck. matt stays in your neck area, and lets his teeth sink in and gives small pecks after as you give out sharp exhales.

“ow,” you hiss through a smile as matt harder at your skin then usual. he looks up at you, then continues to peck down your neck and collarbone. heading back towards your lips while unbuttoning your work attire, and taking your bra off. he goes back and continues to gently kissing down your body, taking a moment to suck on your tits.

“oh s-shit” you moan out of pleasure. you slip your hand into the waistband of his pants and boxers, making him gasp instensly. he looks back up at you and grins, pulling down your pants, the sudden cold breeze sending a shiver up your spine.

he moved your panties to the side, looking like a hungry wolf. he held onto your thighs and started to suck your puffy clit. “i missed your taste.” matt muttered. you could feel both of his vampire teeth pressing onto you.

“f-fuck matt.” you moan as you close your eyes in pleasure.

he licked your clit and looked up at you to make sure you were enjoying it. matt took his time, savoring the taste of you. he couldn't get enough and kept going back for more, loving how you tasted.

“oh y-yeah. f-fuck. right t-there” you managed to murmur. matt entered his middle finger, gliding it up and down as he continued to eat you out. you were so close to cumming your thighs closed in trapping matt in his position. he didnt seem too mind.

“cum, baby.” he cooed. you didnt have a choice, you can already sense your orgasm building in your stomach.

“f-fuck!” you yelp out, pulling matt towards you. your back arched on the bed. you look at matt, his face covered in your hot liquid.

“fuck, baby. you’re so hot.”

(this is my first little thingy 🙈 please give me advice and ways to improve!)

🏷️ @her-favorite @https--roman @beridollie

[the-black-manor]

Bad Decisions

Vampire Dom x GN Human Sub Requested by @transpunkslut

Summary: You've been living with your vampire for a few months, but you've never been fucked by him. Tonight, you found the nerve to ask him to be intimate.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, blood drinking,

Kinks: Vampire, terato, blood drinking, master/pet, excessive cum, primal play, oversized cock, rough kisses, multiple orgasms

Words: 2,140

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You had been living with him for a while now, the vampire. It started with a swipe right and an invitation to dinner that you couldn't bring yourself to refuse. He was honest from the very beginning - even before you got to his mansion - that he intended to drink your blood. You still went, and here you still were, months later.

You were cattle to him. Fresh blood in the pantry. That's why you hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask him to do anything more with you. Anything... intimate, even though you so desperately wanted to feel him inside of you. You doubted he would say yes. The night began as it usually did, with breakfast in the living room before the fire as snow fell in heavy flakes outside the grand windows. You were breakfast, of course. After that, things progressed as they usually did, though he seemed to be more present than usual. More attentive.

You were talking and laughing, telling stories, when he rested his hand on your bare leg and gave you that dazzling, sharp smile you had come to adore. Later, he squeezed past you in the kitchen between the island and the counter, his crotch rubbing against your ass as he went. Then, when you were reminiscing about something upsetting, he had taken your hand in his and gave you a soft kiss on the knuckles. There were more instances than these - many more - and every time he so much as grazed you, your heart skipped a beat and your stomach fluttered. Your head was spinning all day, your legs clenched together to provide some friction.

The sun began to rise, and you were beginning to lose control of yourself. He wouldn't need to feed again so soon, but god you wanted him to. Maybe you could convince him to have a snack...

You rapped gently on the heavy walnut door that closed his office off from the rest of the house.

"Come in," his voice came from the other side, always friendly, always inviting.

You stepped into the office and closed the door behind you, then padded forward on bare feet.

"What are you up to?" you asked.

He glanced up from his paperwork to see you in nothing more than an oversized sweater and underwear.

"Working," he replied, and there was curiosity on his lips.

You stepped around his desk, and he turned his chair toward you instinctively.

I hope he doesn't kill me for this, you thought as you sat on the edge of his desk.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

You bit your lip nervously.

"Are you hungry?" you asked.

"I'm always hungry."

You tugged the sweater off one of your shoulders, revealing your neck and the puncture scars there.

"You know I won't feed on you in such quick succession, darling." His voice was part purr, part growl, and despite his words, his pupils were blown.

"I know. But you're hungry and I want to make sure you're well fed."

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing, and rested his hands on your legs. He was cool to the touch, but his hands were soft, and the contact send electricity up your spine. You spread your legs, only barely.

"What are you doing?" His voice was low. Warning.

"I'm being good," you answered.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. No doubt he could hear it.

He smirked.

"You're trying to seduce me, aren't you, you little minx?"

You smiled and tried to avert your eyes, but he forced you to look at him with one clawed finger beneath your chin.

"I just want to make sure you're well taken care of... Master."

You had never called him that before, but you saw a fire start behind his blood red eyes when you did. He stopped breathing as yours picked up. He didn't need to breathe, of course, but it had become habit to make you more comfortable. Now, though, he was struggling to restrain himself, so breathing wasn't on his list of priorities.

You took hold of his wrist and slid his hand over your thigh and between your legs, where you pressed it against your crotch.

"I'll hurt you."

That wasn't a threat. It was a warning.

"No, you won't. You wouldn't do anything to risk losing your steady meals."

His pointed tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

"I know you want to, Master. Please. I want it too."

"I know what you want, pet, and it's not for me to drink your blood..."

Despite his hesitance, he pressed his palm against your crotch and began to massage. You let out a huff of breath and your hips jerked forward of their own accord. He pushed his chair out and stepped between your legs. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his cool breath on your cheek. He smelled like vanilla and nutmeg.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he whispered.

"I know."

One hand worked between your legs while the other came up to cup the back of your neck.

"Once we get started, I won't be able to stop."

"Good."

"It will take hours."

"I hope it does."

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"I don't care."

"Your body won't be able to handle it."

"Try me."

Finally, he allowed all reservations to crumble and fall away, and he pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding you steady by the back of your neck. He wasn't gentle. His tongue snaked into your mouth to dance with yours. It was long and slick and strong, and he easily dominated you. His saliva tasted like honey cakes, and you throbbed underneath his palm. Your skin prickled with want. You could feel his long nails digging into the nape of your neck, but you knew he wouldn't break the skin. He wouldn't want to waste any of the crimson wine that flowed through your veins. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands on every inch of your body.

His tongue snaked down your throat and he fucked you with it as his hand made its way past your underwear to paw at you properly. You allowed him to continue as long as you could before you had to push him away to gasp for air. He might not need to breathe, but you definitely still did.

He didn't allow a second to go by before his mouth was on your neck and he sucked deep bruises into the soft flesh.

"M-more..." you begged. "Please..."

He licked a long line up the side of your neck, following your carotid artery, and then his hands were on the hem of your sweater, tugging it up and over your head, and your underwear down and off. He tossed them both to the side and then pressed his chest against yours, forcing you to lie back on the desk. He ground his clothed member against you. You could feel the thick bulge in his pants. He was... much bigger than you expected.

"Please..." you whined again.

"Please what?" he purred in your ear as his fingers tangled in your hair.

"Please. God, fuck me, please."

"You can call me Master," he replied, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed you again.

Your head was cloudy, filled only with thoughts of him, with wants for him. Your body ached and you arched up to meet him as he pressed his hard cock against you.

"Please..."

A tear ran down your cheek. You couldn't take this teasing. You needed more.

When it seemed as if you might pull your hair out, he finally reached down between your legs. You heard his zipper, and then his cock sprung out of his trousers to slap against you. His length was throbbing and hot, and you nearly screamed in frustration.

"Master, please!"

His cockhead pressed against your entrance, his precum lubing you up, and then, agonizingly slowly, he began to push himself inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan as the head slipped in, and you clenched as the bulging shaft followed, stretching you painfully wide.

God, he was big.

He bottomed out, buried completely inside of you. You were soft and warm around him. He stilled, allowing you a moment in which you panted and spasmed around him, trying to acclimate to the sheer size of him. He was breathing heavily and you wondered briefly why. It didn't seem like he was doing it to make you comfortable, but more like... he couldn't help but pant.

"M-move. Please, move."

He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, before he slowly buried himself deep once more. He set a steady, slow pace, and you were grateful. You had never taken anything so big, and you felt like you might break. You hurt with each thrust, stretching painfully, but your moans gave away the pleasure you were feeling. He crushed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, and his tongue snaked into your mouth a third time. The taste of him... god the taste of him. It made you wild. Feral.

He picked up the pace and you grimaced against the discomfort, but it quickly faded into bliss.

"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." you moaned, long and low.

Your voice caught each time he thrust into you, breaking the word into pieces that got caught in his breath and fluttered away to swirl around the room like music.

"You feel incredible," he broke away just long enough to pant into your ear. "I should have done this sooner."

"Have you ever... nnnng... drank from someone... oh god... while they came?"

"I'm about to," he growled and sank his fangs deep into your neck just as his cock hit exactly the right button.

You came hard, clenching around him so hard it hurt. Your eyes rolled back, you arched up into him, you clawed at his back. He didn't stop thrusting, fucking you hard and fast through your orgasm as he drank deep. Your head spun as you came down. You tapped on his shoulder.

"S-stop... Gonna... Pass out..."

You felt the confliction in the muscles of his arms and chest as he struggled to let you go.

"Master..." your voice was barely a whisper.

Finally, he tore his mouth away from your neck and froze, gulping in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself.

"Master."

His head whipped around to look at you. You had never seen him like this before, so primal. So... monstrous. His eyes were wild, his hair was a mess, his lips were painted with your blood, and the tips of his wicked fangs were visible beneath his frown. You reached a hand up and stroked his cheek gently.

"Cum in me."

He didn't need you to tell him again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his pace, hammering into you like a beast breeding its mate. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around him as he fucked you. Minutes passed... First five, then ten, then more. You came at least three more times before he was done. Finally, when you thought he was going to split you open, he pushed inside of you so deeply that you were scooted up on the desk.

The snarl that ripped from his throat was unlike any sound you had heard him make before. It was desperate. His cock throbbed aggressively inside of you as it released cum like a faucet. He filled you quickly, and you dug your nails into his back to help ground you as the sheer volume of his seed forced your insides to stretch. More minutes passed. Two. Three. The heat of his cum was bliss. Knowing that there was no way it was leaking out past his bulging manhood was ecstasy.

He thrusted as he began to come down, seemingly trying to get deeper, and with the heat of his seed, the throbbing of his cock, and the thrusting of his hips, you couldn't help but cum again. You nearly blacked out from the force of it.

After what seemed like an eternity, he relaxed on top of you, shaking. You went limp beneath him, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. Your bare chest heaved. You licked your lips, and he licked his.

"That was incredible," you panted.

He didn't smile, didn't chuckle. Instead, he pushed away from you, hooked his arms beneath your legs, and glared down at you with dark eyes. It was then that you realized he was still rock hard inside of you.

"I told you this would take hours."

Your eyes went wide as he began to thrust.

"I'm just getting started."

[seraphinitegames]

Hey, Mishka!!!

I've been replaying TWC over the last couple of months, and must say, it's been an entirely rejuvenating experience for me. Like, I was reading it the first time, although I've replayed the series quite too many (worrying number) of times already. And it still manages to amaze me, EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I've repeated this in the past, and I'll repeat it again. The Wayhaven Chronicles is a blessing for me and I'm sincerely thankful to have come across it when I did. And I'm grateful to you for making this lovely world a reality (and of course, the four beautiful vamps)! Really eager for Book 4 and have already player the demo; can say it's gonna be worth the wait. It every time is.

Replaying the series in the last few months, I had a certain uncontrollable urge to drop and ask a few questions to you. Apologize in advance for the long ask and message, but it had been bottling up inside of me for SOOOOOO LONG.

1. In Book 1, when we're to lead the investigation in one of the three directions, is there any way to get success in any direction without Bobby making a big joke out of our investigation in the newspaper?

2. In Book 2, when Nicole and Max Salinas come to report their incident, can Tina actually find out anything unusual? If so, what is actually needed to explain that?

3. In Book 3, I noticed if we choose to go the final mission alone, depending on the route chosen, Boddy/Doug will end up tagging along as well, jeopardizing everything. Is there still a way to complete the mission successfully and rescuing everyone like it happens when we go along with Rebecca?

4. Less of a question, but more of a plea. Please tell me we can get a pet anytime in the series. I was just curious if we can get one.

5. How powerful is the big baddie in Book 4 compared to Unit Bravo? You don't need to answer if this verges on spoiler-y territory.

Really sorry to overwhelm you with this, but it's just months and months of joy, happiness, and sheer ecstasy making me blabber on about this world like this. Thanks once again, for making this truly beautiful story, world, and the vampires a reality.

Have a good day!!!! Lots of love from India!!

You can never play a game you love too many times (I keep telling myself that as I gradually burn a hole into my poor old console playing Dragon Age over and over, lol!)! If it brings you happiness, then that's what is important! :D

Ok, let's see about the questions...it's been a whole since I've gone through the older games without being in editing mode, hehe!

I don't think so...Bobby is, well, Bobby. And that scene was there very much to establish their character and show the player what type of person they are.

I don't think so, again. If there's anything unusual or odd, then I usually like to let the MC find that instead of it happening 'off-screen' so it's more impactful for the player—unless it's Verda discovering stuff, because that needs to happen for…reasons.

Iirc, in the Bobby/Doug routes, you get the auction scene, so a lot of that branch involves focusing on saving yourself! But the other team that joins Unit Bravo will help in saving a lot of the captives in that version.

I would love that being a massive animal companion fan myself, hehe! But likely not, just because the MC is away a lot from home, and that's unfair on the pet, even a fictional one, lol. I was tempted to give the MC a supernatural pet that hung around at the facility—that was definitely a strong idea at one point just so I could write a pet in the series for those that wanted it (me, I was the one who wanted it, hehe!) :D

**BOOK FOUR DEMO SPOILERS AHEAD** It's not just that Book Four's villain is terrifyingly powerful (or will be. They are, thankfully for the MC and UB, in a weakened state for a while due to what's happened to them and what happened in Chapter Two) but it's a lot to do with the fact that their power specifically counteracts and weakens Unit Bravo's. So that's a double whammy!

Thank you SO incredibly much for the amazing message! It means more than you can know <3

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"I heard a rumour there was, uh, one less vampire walking around making a nuisance of himself?" "There is. Guess I should thank you for the tip."

1.04 Teacher's Pet Buffy the Vampire Slayer [1997 - 2003]