⚠️⚠️ I doubt consent, humiliation
He had long since grown accustomed to this twisted routine. Reiji was a slave to what had once been his beloved Yui, who now dominated him completely, using her own blood as a leash of submission; he was utterly incapable of refusing that delicious, accursed nectar. He couldn't fully comprehend how he had let himself be manipulated into falling for the stupid, dangerous game in which she had buried him. Things had changed drastically: now, the very same mistakes he used to severely punish her for were returned to him with a doubly cruel penalty if he dared to commit them.
The current situation was the living embodiment of his decadence. Perhaps in a final, futile attempt to regain control, Reiji had slipped a sedative into Yui's food, but she, with that new and perverse sharpness, read his intentions instantly.
"Eat it," she commanded, her voice ice-cold, cutting to the bone.
"What?..." he managed to articulate, feeling his stomach drop.
"But... you asked me to prepare this especially for you..."
The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the room.
The former sacrificial bride struck him with immense force, snapping his head violently to the side. Reiji's glasses were knocked askew, but he didn't even attempt to react; he had surrendered his will and his pride long ago.
"For someone so pathetic to dare to disobey me... God, I really thought you were a bit smarter," she hissed, grabbing him by the chin to force him to look her in the eyes.
Reiji remained silent, his breath ragged and his submissive gaze fixed on his mistress's eyes.
"Listen carefully: if you don't want me to look for your replacement among your brothers, you are going to clean up this mess right now. And afterward, you will go down to the dungeon."
"Yes..." he whispered, accepting his sentence with a mixture of humiliation and a dark, addictive pleasure.
She withdrew, leaving him plunged into the silence of his own disgrace. Reiji began to clean up the mess instantly, his movements mechanical and urgent. As soon as he finished, he gathered his things in a rush to head to the dungeon; he knew perfectly well that, just as he used to be with others' time, she was not indulgent with seconds or minutes. Delay meant pain, and the pain of her contempt was the only kind he could not bear.
Upon his arrival, the atmosphere welcomed him with its usual dense darkness. Only her silhouette, tinged by a faint crimson glow, stood out as she sat in a chair that resembled a throne of torture.
"I want you to crawl to me. Now," she ordered, without looking at him.
Without hesitation, Reiji dropped to his knees. He moved forward with his hands and knees pressed against the cold floor, humbling every ounce of his former pride until he reached her feet, where he kept his head bowed, awaiting her judgment.
"You know what you did wrong, don't you?" Yui asked, drawing out her words with disdain. "Those stupid games of trying to slip something into my food are pathetic at this point, don't you think?"
"Yes..." he whispered, his voice broken by submission.
"Then how should I punish you? Ah, I know!"
From the pocket of her shorts, Yui pulled out a small pocketknife. With a cold, detached movement, she slid it across the palm of her own hand, tearing the skin to force the blood to well up quickly. The sweet, intoxicating scent flooded the dungeon instantly.
Reiji, consumed by desire and dragged down by his lowest instincts, couldn't help but slouch even further. He pressed his face against Yui's legs, seeking the warmth of her skin like a starving animal, like a dog begging for a scrap.
"What? You want this?" she laughed, enjoying his degradation. "Very well, if that's the case..."
With her left hand, Yui tangled her fingers in the vampire's hair, yanking it back roughly to force him to face her. With her right hand, which dripped with the thick life-fluid, she smeared the open wound directly over Reiji's mouth, staining his lips and cheeks red.
Far from feeling it as a humiliation, a shiver of pure happiness rushed through Reiji's body. At last, she was paying attention to him. Incapable of restraining himself, he began to lap at the blood desperately, devouring the nectar directly from his mistress's palm.
"You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit, aren't you?" Yui hissed, looking down at him with a cruel smile. "But let me remind you that this is a punishment, you pathetic man."
Without a second of hesitation, she ordered him to stand. Despite being considerably taller and stronger than her, Reiji was unable to hold her gaze; he knew perfectly well that the slightest hint of defiance would merit an even more severe punishment. Yui stood up and took a pair of iron handcuffs resting on one of the dungeon stools, using them to chain his wrists behind his back.
"Get back on your knees. I don't have time for your hesitation."
The moment he obeyed, the air was cut by the cold, violent impact of the whip. It was not the riding crop she usually used, but a lash textured with small metal barbs. Although the wounds did not inflict the same agonizing pain on a vampire as they would on a human, the stinging stimulus triggered a shudder of pleasure in Reiji, a reaction he was unable to hide.
The blows fell methodically, ripping the fabric of his impeccable shirt to shreds. The former sacrificial bride interrupted the physical punishment to lean down and lick the blood welling from the cuts on his back, causing the vampire to shudder beneath her tongue.
"Do you truly find pleasure in something so banal, you pathetic man?" she mocked in his ear.
"Stop..." he whispered, dragging out a final, dying shred of pride.
"Do you crave for me to stop that badly? What if I do this?"
With slow, calculated movements, Yui slid her free hand toward Reiji's trousers, unbuttoning them just enough to slide her fingers toward his member. She gripped him firmly, stroking him and exposing his vulnerability in the crudest way possible.
"You say stop, but your body is screaming something else to me. Does it excite you that much to be humiliated by me?" she laughed, relishing the absolute power.
"Admit it. From the moment you tasted my blood, you knew you couldn't live without it. To think you could drag me back to our old dynamic is simply pathetic."
"Please..." he pleaded, losing his train of thought as Yui accelerated the rhythm of her touches, methodical and ruthless.
"If you want to have the privilege of feeling my mouth again, you will have to learn to behave. You know I don't soften my heart when it comes to feeding; if you don't act like an obedient servant, I will go find Shu and it will be him that I feed on."
The mention of his older brother was the final blow. Through tears trapped in his eyelashes—a mixture of psychological frustration and overwhelming physical pleasure—the refined vampire nodded repeatedly, yielding completely.
"You're a good boy," she sentenced, giving him one last caress before stepping away.
Yui released him from the handcuffs with disdain and left the dungeon without looking back. Reiji remained alone in the dim light, on his knees on the cold floor. He had lost every last fragment of his vanity, his ego, and his former dignity, but as he stared into the darkness, he couldn't help but experience an immense, twisted pleasure. He craved her madly; he had become her most docile creature.
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