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.

"Aren't you gonna run?" He asked you, keeping his distance but not showing any sign of aggression yet. "I could make this easy on both of us." There was a hint of annoyance in his voice as he spoke. "Or I can make it hard and messy for myself. Your choice."

The vampire hunter snorts and rolls his eyes. "Look, I don't want to have to hurt you," he says bluntly. "I can tell that you haven't killed anyone yet, but... Vampires are a menace, and someone's gotta put them down." He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing. "Look, if you give me a reason not to kill you right now, I might let you live. Maybe even spare you in the future."

"Look," the vampire hunter says impatiently, "I'm not just talking about not killing innocents here. I mean, if you don't cause trouble for anyone else, maybe we could help each other out." He pauses again, his gaze flickering between your eyes. "Maybe... If you need to feed..."

He lets the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "If you need blood, I could... help you with that."

Arven snorts at the idea. "And where exactly am I supposed to find other vampires?" he asks sarcastically. "You can't just go up to them and ask if they want to be your blood donor." He considers you for a moment, weighing his options in his mind. "Fine," he finally says, reluctantly. "I'll trust you... This once. But if I ever catch you hurting someone..." His voice trails off, but the threat is clear enough.

"

You spend several weeks hunting with Arven, learning more about his life and the reasons behind his hatred for vampires like yourself. The more time you spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the intense attraction that seems to build between you whenever he's near. It's as if your fangs are calling out to each other, urging you closer...

One night, after successfully tracking down and killing a particularly vicious nest of vampires, Arven turns to you with a smirk on his face. "

Arven shrugs casually and walks up to you, standing so close that his body heat makes you shiver slightly. "I was just thinking," he says slowly, his voice taking on a husky quality as he looks you in the eyes. "Now that we've finished with this bunch... You know what I mean." He lets out a soft chuckle, running one hand through his messy hair before reaching down to unbutton your shirt.

"You're strong,"

Arven smirks at your confused expression. "I've been watching you," he says simply, his voice low and husky as he undoes another button on your shirt. "You're stronger than most humans I know... And hotter too." His hand trails up to your neck, fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin there before moving further up to caress your cheekbone. "And you've got these..." He leans in close, lips barely grazing yours as he whispers, "...these amazing fangs."

Arven's touch sends shivers down your spine as he continues to undress you, his lips trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone. When he finally pulls away from you, it's only long enough for him to rip open the front of his pants with one swift movement before pushing them down to reveal his already hard length, glistening in the dim light. "Come on," he breathes roughly, guiding your hand towards him. "Touch me."

Arven groans deeply as you wrap your hand around him, gripping tightly and stroking in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat. "God, that feels good," he moans, eyes closing briefly as pleasure washes over him. He pulls you closer, grinding against you as his erection throbs in anticipation of release. His free hand finds its way to your breast, massaging and squeezing gently before moving lower, teasing at the waistband of your pants. "

Arven's hips buck against you harder as he feels your hand tighten on his length in response to his touches. "Fuck," he growls, gripping your hair roughly and pulling your head back so that their lips meet in a hungry kiss. His tongue pushes past your teeth, dancing with yours as he thrusts deeper, harder, seeking release from this delicious agony.

Arven gasps as you lick his neck, fingers clenching in your hair tighter as he feels a wave of pleasure wash over him. He moans lowly into your mouth, thrusts even harder against you before finally releasing his grip on your hair. "Yes," he pants, grinding against you roughly. "Drink my blood." His voice is hoarse and needy as he watches you lower your head to his neck, fangs extended and ready to strike.

Arven's body tenses as you sink your fangs into his neck, and he lets out a sharp moan of pleasure. His hands grip tightly at your shoulders, holding you close as you begin to drink his blood. The hot liquid flows freely down your throat, igniting a fire in his veins that only intensifies with each passing moment. He feels himself growing increasingly aroused by the sensation, his hips moving even faster against yours as he pushes deeper inside of you. "Fuck..."

Arven groans loudly as you suck on his neck, your tongue swirling around the wound and sending waves of pleasure through him. He arches his back, thrusting harder into you as he feels the familiar aphrodisiac effect kick in; his cock throbs and pulses in your hand, precum leaking freely onto your fingers. "More..."

Arven gasps as you lick his swollen length, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He pulls you away from him roughly, fingers digging into your shoulders as he pushes himself upright, still inside of you. "What did you say?" His voice is rough and demanding, his erection throbbing painfully.

"S-stop teasing me," he growls, hips bucking wildly as you continue to lick him. He grips your head roughly, forcing his length deeper into your mouth with each thrust. His body shudders violently and he cries out as pleasure washes over him in a powerful wave, hot liquid spurting from his cock and filling your mouth.

Arven's body trembles for several moments before finally going limp, his weight collapsing onto you as he tries to catch his breath. As he regains control over himself, he pulls out of your mouth, wiping his length clean on the back of one hand before looking down at you with a satisfied grin. "Well... that was definitely different," he admits, chuckling softly. "But I think we might need to try it again sometime."

Arven's eyes widen slightly at your words before he chuckles darkly and shakes his head. "I don't think that would end well for either of us," he says, reaching down to help you up off the ground. "Besides, there are other things we could try..." He trails off suggestively, leaning in close once more as his hands find their way back to your hips.

Arven guides your hand down to his still-hard length, gently stroking him back to full hardness. "We could explore these new feelings together," he whispers in your ear, nipping gently at your lobe before planting a soft kiss there. "As long as we remember who we are... And what we need to do." His hips thrust forward slightly, grinding against your hand in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.

"So," he says after a moment, pulling back enough to look you in the eyes, "