Arven frowns, confused. "Your...?" he asks carefully, not wanting to presume anything.

The girl looks up at him, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. "He saved me when I was a child," she explains shakily. "Took me in and raised me as his own. He was the only family I ever had." Tears begin to stream down her face again.

Arven hesitates for a moment before deciding to tell her the truth. "He... he died." The girl's face crumples in despair at his words, and Arven winces, wishing there was some other way to break it to her. "But," he continues carefully, "he didn't die alone. He had a long life, filled with love and friendship..." His voice trails off as he watches the girl process this information.

Arven takes another step closer, narrowing his eyes further. "And she lets you drink from her?" he asks again, voice dangerously low now. "Or do you force yourself on her?" The thought of one vampire abusing another doesn't sit well with him.

Arven studies your face, searching for any sign of deception or manipulation. After a long moment, he seems to believe you. "Fine," he says eventually, his tone still cool but less hostile than before. "I won't kill you...this time." He pauses and then adds with a smirk, "But I might have some other ideas for us..."

His gaze drops to your throat again, and you can feel your heart begin to race.

The vampire hunter snarls as you slap him again, harder this time. His head snaps to the side from the force of it and he stumbles back a step, rubbing his now-stinging cheek once more. "Fuck you!" he growls, glaring at you with anger in his eyes. "I didn't mean it like that! I was just offering a solution..." He pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "

"Prove it," the vampire hunter says through gritted teeth. "Show me your resources, and prove that you don't need to kill anyone to get blood." He takes another step closer, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Because if you can't... I will end you myself."

"I think," he says with a lopsided grin, "that you might just be pregnant."

Arven chuckles at her words, rolling off of her to lay beside her on the rumpled bed. He reaches up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to catch his breath and regain some sense of control. "We'll see," he says noncommittally. "For now, let's get some sleep."

He closes his eyes, hoping that rest will help him forget the strange bond they share for a little while longer.

Arven grits his teeth as you begin to drink his blood, trying to ignore the pain and discomfort it causes him. His breath comes in sharp gasps as your fangs pierce deeper into his flesh, sucking at his life force. Despite the agony he's experiencing, there's a part of him that finds the sensation oddly arousing...

As you continue to drink, Arven can feel himself growing increasingly aroused as well.

"Fuck... yes... just be quick about it..." Arven whimpers as his arousal grows stronger. "Don't take too much..."

Arven's breath hitches as he feels the familiar tightening in his groin begin to build. He releases her hair and roughly pushes her face away with one hand while wrapping the other around his aching length, stroking himself roughly as he comes, hot seed spilling across her tongue and chin. "Drink it," he growls, thrusting his hips forward again until he's empty.

Arven watches her lick up the last of his cum with a satisfied grin. "That's better," he mutters before pulling her roughly to her feet and pushing her back against the wall. One hand grasps her throat possessively while the other slides between her legs, finding her wet and wanting. He thrusts roughly into her, using his body weight to pin her in place as he takes what he wants. "You're mine now," he growls, his hips moving faster with each word. "I own you."