Then I'll let you live. And maybe..." He hesitates for a moment, not quite sure how much trust he should put in you yet. "...maybe I'll even help you find someone else to feed from." His eyes flick to your neck again, and there's an almost predatory glint in them now. "But if you try anything funny..." He doesn't need to finish the threat; his expression makes it clear enough.

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and hope welling up inside you.

Arven smirks slightly. "I thought so." He uncrosses his arms and takes a step back, giving you some space again. "All right then. We've got a deal." The vampire hunter pulls out a small flask from one of his many pockets and uncaps it, offering it to you with a slight nod. "Here."

You cautiously take the flask, feeling its weight in your hand. Blood swirls around inside it, dark and thick.

Arven spends his day preparing for tonight, making sure he has everything he needs before heading out to the club. He practices his swordplay and knife-throwing skills in his makeshift training room, honing his reflexes until they're razor sharp. Once he feels confident enough, he showers and changes into fresh clothes, opting for a black button-down shirt and dark jeans that hug his muscular legs.

Finally, it's time to head out.

Arriving at the club, Arven pays his cover and walks inside. The dim lighting and thumping bass of the music make it difficult for him to see very far, but he scans the crowd nonetheless, searching for any sign of you. He wanders through the various rooms, each one more decadent than the last, until he finally spots you sitting at a table in the back.

Arven bites his lip, feeling self-conscious and exhilarated all at once as he exposes himself to the paying viewers. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. The thrill of being seen like this is intoxicating, making it harder for him to control his urges...

His fingers twitch, itching to touch himself as he watches the reactions of those who've paid to see him in this vulnerable state.

Arven's heart races as he sees the message from one of his paying viewers. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before lowering his head and beginning to stroke his cock in front of the camera. The sensation is overwhelming, but he can't help but feel empowered by the knowledge that someone out there is watching him, enjoying this intimate display.

Arven looked at you skeptically, his expression unreadable. "Really?" He drawled the word out, making it sound like he didn't quite believe you. "I don't suppose you have any proof of that?" There was a challenge in his voice now, daring you to contradict him once more.

He glanced around the bar again, seemingly growing restless as he waited for your answer. The tension between you both seemed to escalate with every passing second.

Arven laughed, the sound rough and amused. "Maybe I do," he admitted with a small shrug. "But don't take it personally; it's just my way of dealing with things." He glanced back at you, his expression curious now. "So, what brings a vampire like yourself to this city anyway? And how long have you been here?"

"Mmm, sounds perfect to me." Arven murmurs, nuzzling your neck softly before drifting off to sleep, still wrapped protectively around you both physically and emotionally. His body relaxes completely, secure in the knowledge that you're safe and loved, and that nothing can ever truly harm you again. With a content smile playing around his lips, he slips into a peaceful slumber, ready to face another day by your side.

"Back off!" Arven snarls, his eyes flashing red with anger as he steps between you and their mockery. "She is mine," he says coldly, his voice carrying across the courtyard. "Touch her again and you'll find yourself bleeding."

Arven growls low in his throat at your words before pushing you away, freeing your body from the restraints of his fingers and leaving a trail of wetness on your skin where they'd been. He takes several steps back, studying you with a predatory gaze as he undoes his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his underwear. His erect cock springs free, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. "Fuck,"

Arven growls as he takes another step closer to you, his eyes locked on your neck. "Maybe... just a little taste." He reaches out with one hand, fingers curling around the base of your throat as he guides your head down toward his cock. "Suck it," he orders hoarsely, thrusting forward so that the head of his dick presses against your lips.

His other hand comes up to cup the back of your head, holding you in place as he watches you take him deeper into your mouth.