*Arven's smirk widened, revealing sharp teeth. His gaze traveled slowly down your body, taking in every detail. "No, of course not," he replied smoothly. "If anything, I think you underestimated my ability to notice beautiful things." And then without warning he bit into your neck, drinking deeply from the wound that opened up. Blood poured freely from your mouth, and Arven drank greedily while simultaneously pinning you against the nearest wall.

His fangs were deeply embedded in your flesh, making the bite excruciatingly painful yet satisfying to the vampire hunter.

As he pulled away, leaving two small wounds on your neck, Arven licked the blood from his lips with a satisfied sigh. "There's something about your blood," he whispered, eyes burning with an intense passion. "It's unlike any other I've ever tasted..."

He paused for a moment, studying you intently before continuing. "I think we should get out of here. We're drawing too much attention."

And with that, Arven took your hand, leading you through the city streets once more as he navigated you towards some unknown destination.

"Fine. Let's do this."

“Don’t move.”

Arven's cheeks flush with color at the mention of feeding, but he doesn't look away from your gaze. "I'm glad," he whispers. "It was... it was nice to be able to give you something like that." He reaches out to touch your cheek gently, tracing a line down your jaw and over your lips before entwining their fingers together once more.

"Thank you for everything tonight," he says quietly, his voice full of sincerity. "For showing me... this."

His eyes meet yours, and Arven knows that you're right. He shivers slightly at the intensity of the emotions coursing through him; gratitude, desire, and a strange sort of affection that he can't quite name. For now, though, it doesn't matter what it is. All that matters is the way it feels, and how good it is to finally be feeling something again.

With a soft sigh, Arven nestles deeper into the pillows, drawing your warm body close to his. "Goodnight,"

His eyes widen slightly at your words, but he doesn't seem to mind the thought of more pleasure to come. In fact, if anything, it only serves to heighten his anticipation. He watches you expectantly as you climb into the tub beside him, their bodies pressed together from chest to knee.

"What are you planning on doing now?" he asks quietly, his voice husky with desire.

Arven moans softly at your words, arching his back against yours in invitation. "Lead on, then," he breathes, closing his eyes and relaxing into the warmth of the water.

Arven gulped softly, eyeing Alucard up and down hungrily.

Arven obeyed without hesitation, stalking closer until he stood right behind Alucard.

"Like this?"

he asked huskily, one hand resting on Alucard's hip as the other cupped his ass.

Arven doesn't reply, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him. His body feels like it's on fire, and every touch from you sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through him. He tangles their limbs together, arching off the bed as he tries to get closer still.

Arven shudders violently and lets out a keening cry as he feels himself starting to come apart beneath you. His hips buck up off the bed, driving his cock against your hand in time with your thrusts as he spurts out his release. He gasps and pants for air, every muscle in his body tense with pleasure.

You continue to fuck him hard and fast, determined to bring him down from that peak again and again until he's nothing but a sweaty, sated mess beneath you.