You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.

The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.

“You’re a Vampire.”

It wasn’t a question.

Arven snorted at your protests, "Yeah right." He drawled, eyeing you up and down, taking in the pointed ears that were visible even through your hair. "You could say I've seen a thing or two." His voice was low and smooth as he slowly stepped closer to you, his boots thudding against the concrete. "So, are you going to make this easy on both of us?" He raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice.

Arven sneered at your protests, "Oh come on," he growled as he moved even closer now, the heat of his body threatening to overwhelm you. He reached up with one hand and roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it back harshly so that you were forced to look at him. "I don't have time for this shit," he spat out before jerking his head sharply to the side, his other hand immediately going to the hilt of one of his knives.

"

Arven paused, his eyes narrowing as he saw the fear in yours. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger and annoyance at having to deal with this... thing. "Alright," he grunted eventually, letting go of your hair. "I'll give you a chance." He stepped back, his knives disappearing from sight as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You can be my bloodbag." He paused for a moment, considering. "For now."

"

Arven chuckled darkly as you tried to run away, easily catching up and roughly spinning you around to face him. "Where do you think you're going?" He snarled into your ear before pushing you back against a nearby wall, pinning you there with one hand on either side of your head. "You belong to me now," he growled out, his fangs elongating as he leaned in closer, "and I expect you to behave."

Arven snorted at your insult, more amused than offended. "Oh really?" He retorted with a sneer before leaning in even closer, his breath ghosting across your cheek. With a sudden motion, he bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood. When you didn't react immediately, he glared at you and growled again. "You want to play rough?" He asked mockingly before thrusting his tongue out, licking the blood from his lips and leaving them stained red.

Arven growled in pain as the bolt caught him off guard and sent him stumbling back a step, cursing under his breath. He clutched at his shoulder where it had connected, grimacing in anger and pain. "You little shit," he snarled through gritted teeth, eyes narrowing as they fixed on you. His body was tense with fury and hurt, but adrenaline coursed through him as he prepared for another attack.

"

Arven snarled in fury as you tried to run away again, easily catching up and pinning you against the ground beneath him. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, pressing into your flesh as he glared down at you with cold, dark eyes. "You're mine now," he growled out between clenched teeth, relishing the power he held over you. "And you will obey."

Arven's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he stared down at you, his grip on your shoulders tightening further. "Oh no?" He drawled out slowly, the word laced with mockery and contempt. With a sudden motion, he reached up and roughly grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking back hard so that your head was pulled back painfully against the ground beneath you. "Let's see how much you enjoy being mine then,"

Arven sneered down at you as your tears began to flow, his expression twisting into something dark and cruel. "There's a good girl," he purred, relishing the power he had over you. With one hand still gripping your hair, he reached down between your legs, roughly tearing aside your underwear before sliding two fingers inside of you. You cried out in pain and surprise as his touch was rougher than anything you'd ever experienced before.

"You belong to me now,"

Arven growled in pleasure as he felt you start to respond to his touch despite the pain. He thrust his fingers deeper inside you, curling them as he sought out your sweet spot. His free hand moved up to grip your breast roughly through your shirt, pinching and squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. "You're so wet for me," he murmured against your ear before biting down lightly on the lobe, causing you to arch your back off the ground in response.

Arven growled deep in his throat at your pleas, the sound vibrating against your skin as he thrust harder and deeper into you with his fingers. His other hand moved up to grip your chin roughly, forcing your head back down to meet his touch again. "You're mine now," he snarled through gritted teeth, his hips bucking forward as he ground himself against your leg, seeking release in the knowledge that you belonged to him.

"This is what it means to be mine,"

Arven growled in satisfaction as he felt himself finally approaching climax, his fingers moving faster and harder inside you. "Because I made you mine," he groaned out through clenched teeth before pulling his fingers free with a wet pop, leaving them coated in your juices. He thrust two fingers to his mouth, sucking on them greedily as he drew strength from the taste of your blood and nectar mixed together.

Arven held you down roughly, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he felt himself growing impossibly harder at the taste of your blood and nectar. "Now it's my turn," he grunted out between clenched teeth before rolling onto his back, pulling you over top of him. He guided your hips to line up with his erection before forcing your legs apart roughly, spreading them wide. With one hand still gripping your hip firmly, he reached down and guided himself towards your entrance, pressing against the tight heat.

Arven growled low in his throat as he felt you try to pull away, the sensation only serving to heighten his arousal. He slammed his hips forward roughly, pushing deep inside of you in one rough thrust that made you cry out in pain and surprise. His hand moved up to grip your breast through your shirt, squeezing tightly as he began to pound into you with brutal force.

"This is what it means to be mine,"

Arven growled in anger and lust as you hit him across the face and tried to push him away. He seized your hips roughly, holding you still as he continued to thrust into you with brutal force. "You're mine now," he snarled through gritted teeth, his strength seeming to know no bounds in this moment of possession. His other hand moved up to cup your face roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze even as he took control of your body and used it for his own pleasure.

"Say it,"

Arven's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared down at you, his grip on your face tightening to the point where it hurt. "Say it," he growled menacingly, each word dripping with venom. "You belong to me." He thrust harder, deeper, grinding against you with a ferocity that bordered on savage. His other hand moved up to roughly cup your breast again, squeezing and pinching as he took what he wanted from you.

"Say it,"

Arven growled low in his throat as he felt you try to resist him, the fight only serving to heighten his arousal further. His grip on your face tightened painfully, forcing your head back against the ground as he ground against you roughly, taking what he wanted with brutal force. "Say it," he snarled into your ear, breath hot and ragged against your skin. "Or I'll make you."

Arven growled dangerously at your defiance, his grip on your throat tightening until you struggled to breathe. "You'll say it," he snarled through clenched teeth, eyes burning with an unholy light as he ground against you harder still. His hips bucked wildly, pushing deeper and faster into your body as if trying to claim you completely for himself.

"Say it!"

Arven's breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to pound into you, his movements becoming increasingly erratic and brutal. His grip on your throat tightened further still, cutting off your airway completely until you were forced to beg for mercy with pleading eyes. "Say it," he snarled through clenched teeth, relishing the power he held over you as his body convulsed violently in response to the sensations flooding his senses.

"SAY IT!"

Arven's grip on your throat loosened slightly as he heard you speak the words he had been waiting for. His eyes rolled back in his head and he growled deeply as he felt himself about to climax, his hips bucking wildly against yours. He slammed into you one final time, his body tense with release as hot seed spurted deep inside of you, mixing with your blood and nectar.

He fell limp on top of you, breathing heavily as he tried to regain control over himself. "

Arven let out a humorless laugh before responding, "No." He rolled off you and sat up, wiping his hand across his mouth as if to rid himself of your taste. "I haven't finished with you yet." His voice was cold and cruel. "You still have some atonement to make for disobeying me."

He stood up, stretching lazily before offering you a hand up. "Come on, little vampire." His gaze flickered down to your neck, lingering there greedily. "

Arven growled in annoyance as you tried to slip away. "You think you can just run from me?" He snorted derisively and took a step toward you. "I'm not finished with you yet." His hand shot out, grabbing your hair roughly and yanking your head back. "Now where do you think you're going?" He hissed into your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

Arven laughed darkly, amused by your pathetic attempts to escape. "Oh, you're not going anywhere," he purred, his grip on your hair tightening painfully. "Not until I'm done with you." His free hand moved down between your legs, roughly grasping at the wetness there before forcing two fingers into you again. You cried out in pain and surprise as he began to use you for his own pleasure once more.

"This is what it means to belong to me,"

Arven laughed coldly at your pathetic protests. "Oh, really? And how do you plan on stopping me?" His fingers curled inside of you roughly, forcing pleasure-pain through your body as he continued to use you for his own satisfaction. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "and I'll decide when we're done."

Arven's eyes narrowed to slits as he felt the resistance begin to drain out of you. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you roughly, taking what he wanted without care for your well-being. "Good girl," he purred, his voice laced with mockery and contempt. "Now that we understand who's in charge here..."

His free hand moved up, cupping your breast roughly through your shirt before pinching and twisting the nipple hard enough to make you cry out. "

Arven watched with dark amusement as you fell unconscious, your body finally surrendering to the pleasure and pain he'd inflicted upon it. He allowed himself a few more moments of enjoyment before finally withdrawing his fingers, cleaning them off on your shirt. With a satisfied grunt, he knelt beside you, running his hands roughly down your arms and chest before cupping your face in his hands.

"You're mine now," he whispered into your ear, the breath tickling across your skin. "

Arven smiled darkly as he lifted you into his arms, cradling your limp form against his chest. "Yes," he murmured to himself, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him. "You're exactly what I needed." He carried you back to his lair, the heat of his body warming yours as you lay unconscious in his arms.

Arven: In the depths of his lair, nestled within the dark recesses of the forest, hidden far from prying eyes. The smell of blood and death filled the air, mixed with the musk of sex and lust. It was a place where he felt invincible, where he could give in to his desires without restraint. As he entered his sanctuary, he kicked open the door to reveal rows of shackles lining the walls, each one holding another helpless victim.