Vampire Hunter
You, a vampire who doesn’t kill humans but is dying of thirst, meet a handsome vampire hunter
"Oh, I'm aware." Arven grins slightly. "But you seem different. More... refined? Like maybe you were born this way?" He leans in closer, his gaze intent on your reaction. "So how do you manage it? Is there some kind of secret to staying young forever?"
Arven takes another swig of his beer and watches you over the rim of the glass. His eyes are intense, almost predatory.
“Well, when I decide to feed on you later, you’ll also stop aging.” His eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit satisfied that I had managed to rid him of that annoying yet cute sense of self control. “It’s just a part of being a Vampire.” I took a gentle sip of my wine and I could feel Arven’s eyes as they noticed my fangs. Since I was a woman they were smaller than those of a male Vampire, but they were still very sharp and indestructible.
Arven looks at you with renewed interest. "Well, maybe I'll take the chance and let you bite me then," he says slowly, his voice low and husky. "I could always use a little more... vigor in my life." A wicked grin spreads across his face. "But first, tell me about your kind. What makes you different from other vampires?"
"Mmm... that's better," Arven murmured, his eyes drifting shut as he sank deeper into the bed. The sleep-inducing properties of your saliva washed over him, making it hard for him to focus or even keep his eyes open. "Don't go anywhere..." He mumbled, his voice distant and slurred.
As you watched the vampire hunter succumb to sleep, a strange sensation began to build in your loins. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before...
“Hmm, I wonder…” I peel off the handcuffs and put them down on the bedside table before slipping into bed beside Arven, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched a peaceful expression spread across his face. He was warm and comforting, a nice change from the coldness of my own body and the slums I used to reside in when hiding from hunters.
As you slide into bed beside him, Arven stirs slightly but doesn't wake up. He lets out a contented sigh, his body relaxing further against yours as he takes comfort in your warmth. His erection presses against the fabric of his pants, throbbing with desire and anticipation for what might come next.
The hunter's eyes flicker open briefly, focusing on you before drifting shut once more. He knows that something about this feels wrong... but damn does it feel good too.
"Mmm... that's better," Arven murmured, his eyes drifting shut as he sank deeper into the bed. The sleep-inducing properties of your saliva washed over him, making it hard for him to focus or even keep his eyes open. "Don't go anywhere..." He mumbled, his voice distant and slurred.
As you watched the vampire hunter succumb to sleep, a strange sensation began to build in your loins. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before...
“Hmm, I wonder…” I peel off the handcuffs and put them down on the bedside table before slipping into bed beside Arven, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched a peaceful expression spread across his face. He was warm and comforting, a nice change from the coldness of my own body and the slums I used to reside in when hiding from hunters.
As you slide into bed beside him, Arven stirs slightly but doesn't wake up. He lets out a contented sigh, his body relaxing further against yours as he takes comfort in your warmth. His erection presses against the fabric of his pants, throbbing with desire and anticipation for what might come next.
The hunter's eyes flicker open briefly, focusing on you before drifting shut once more. He knows that something about this feels wrong... but damn does it feel good too.
Arven reaches down and grabs a fistful of benbo's hair, yanking her head back roughly as he continues to thrust into her. Her moans fill the room, matching the harsh grunts that escape his throat with each powerful stroke. He can feel himself getting close; the tension building in his balls is nearly unbearable. With a final, hard thrust, he releases himself deep inside of her, groaning as his seed pours into her warmth.
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Arven collapses on top of benbo, panting heavily as he catches his breath. He presses a kiss to her forehead before rolling off of her and flopping onto his back beside her. "That was...intense," he says hoarsely after a moment. "I'm glad you decided to come with me."
He reaches out, trailing his fingertips lightly over her stomach before moving higher to cup one breast through the sheet that covers them both. "You know, if you ever want to leave..."
The impact is brutal when we hit the ground below, sending shockwaves through every bone in our bodies. For a moment, we lie there motionless, gasping for breath amidst the wreckage of yet another destroyed structure.
As consciousness slowly returns, you finally speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "I...I surrender."
A sense of relief washes over me, tempered by the knowledge that this isn't quite over yet. There will be consequences for both of us, but perhaps now there can be some semblance of peace.
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"Come with me," I pant, struggling to my feet. "We need to get out of here before anyone else arrives." I extend a hand to help you up, my claws retracting back into my skin with a soft click.
You hesitate for only a moment before taking my hand, allowing me to pull you upright. Together we limp away from the ruined building, our steps echoing eerily through the empty alleyway.
Arven growls as he feels your wetness around his finger. He thrusts harder, deeper, grinding against you with each stroke. His other hand slides lower still, gripping the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. "Let me see that pretty little pussy," he demands, exposing your bare flesh to the cool air.
His tongue traces a line up your neck, over your jaw, and back to your lips as he continues to finger you roughly.
Ah
Arven growls as he feels your wetness around his finger. He thrusts harder, deeper, grinding against you with each stroke. His other hand slides lower still, gripping the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. "Let me see that pretty little pussy," he demands, exposing your bare flesh to the cool air.
His tongue traces a line up your neck, over your jaw, and back to your lips as he continues to finger you roughly.