EMJAY

Mydei sat straddling your lap in the quiet back room of the barn, the scent of fresh hay and warm earth thick in the air. Sunlight slanted through the half-open door, painting golden stripes across his flushed skin. His wrists were loosely bound behind his back with soft leather straps you kept for this purpose, not tight enough to hurt but enough to keep him from hiding. The milking machine hummed quietly on the table beside you, its suction cups already glistening from the milk that had already leaked free.

He shifted, ears flicking, tail curling around your thigh as if seeking anchor. “[N-Name]… this is embarrassing,” he muttered, voice low and rough. A fresh gush of milk spilled from his left pec when your thumbs brushed over the stiff, dark nipples. The warm liquid ran down his abs in slow rivulets, soaking the waistband of the loose pants he still wore.

“Shh, my sweet cow,” you murmured against the shell of his ear, one hand sliding up to cup the heavy swell of his chest. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.”

Mydei’s breath hitched. His hips rolled forward without his permission, grinding the hard line of his cock against your stomach. Even through the fabric you could feel how wet he already was—another quirk of his heat cycle.

You pressed a kiss to the crimson tattoo that curved over his collarbone, then lower, until your lips closed around one leaking nipple. The taste hit you instantly: sweet, rich, warmer than you expected. Mydei’s whole body jerked, a broken moan tearing from his throat as you sucked hard enough to draw another spurt straight onto your tongue.

You didn’t rush. You took your time, alternating between gentle laps and firmer pulls, letting the milk coat your lips and chin while your free hand kneaded the other pec, rolling the nipple between your fingers until more milk beaded and dripped. Mydei’s head fell back, blond-red hair spilling over his shoulders, chest heaving with every shaky breath. His bound hands flexed uselessly behind him, muscles in his arms standing out in sharp relief.

When you finally pulled back, a thin string of milk still connected your mouth to his nipple. You licked it away and smiled up at him. “Such a good prince for me.”

His yellow eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. “Please… more,” he whispered, voice cracking on the word.

You reached for the milking machine. The soft silicone cups fit perfectly over his swollen pecs, and the moment you switched it on the rhythmic suction began. Mydei’s back arched hard, a guttural sound escaping him as the machine drew long, steady streams of milk from both sides at once. His cock twitched visibly inside his pants, a dark spot spreading where precum had already soaked through.

You didn’t give him time to adjust. Your hands gripped his hips, manhandling him forward until his ass settled more firmly against the bulge in your own pants. You ground up into him in slow, deliberate rolls, letting him feel exactly how hard you were while the machine continued its relentless work. Mydei’s thighs trembled on either side of you. Every time the suction pulled, his hips jerked, grinding down harder, chasing friction.

“[Name]—ah—too much!!” he gasped, yet his body betrayed him, pushing into every touch. Heat rolled off him in waves; you could smell the thick, musky sweetness of his heat growing stronger by the minute.

You freed his cock with one hand, wrapping your fingers around the thick, leaking length. It was already slick, and when you stroked him in time with the machine’s rhythm he cried out, hips bucking. Milk continued to flow into the collection tubes while you worked him steadily, thumb swiping over the slit to gather the clear fluid that mixed with the occasional pearl of something thicker.

“Gonna make you come just like this,” you told him, voice low and steady. “Then I’m going to bend you over and breed you until that pretty little hole can’t hold any more.”

Mydei’s ears flattened back, tail lashing. “Yesyesyes—please—fuck me, fill me—”

You didn’t make him wait long.

The first time you took him that afternoon, you kept the milking machine running. You bent him over the sturdy wooden table, chest pressed to the smooth surface, ass presented and already slick from the heat-slick that had leaked down his thighs.

The suction cups stayed attached, still drawing milk in rhythmic pulses while you lined up and pushed inside in one long, relentless thrust. Mydei’s cry echoed off the barn walls. His inner walls clenched around you, hot and tight and fluttering with every pull of the machine.

You didn’t hold back. Your hands gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling him back to meet every snap of your hips. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the mechanical hum and Mydei’s broken moans. Every time you bottomed out you felt the machine tug another spurt of milk from his chest, and the sight of it—his powerful body reduced to shaking, leaking, desperate need—made your own control fray.

You bred him thoroughly that first round, grinding deep when you came and holding there until every pulse had been milked from you. Mydei’s own orgasm followed seconds later, his untouched cock spurting thick ropes across the floor while the machine kept working his chest. He was still trembling when you finally eased the suction cups off, but the moment you pulled out he was already pushing back, wordlessly begging for more.

You gave it to him.

The second time you took him on the hay-strewn floor, on his back this time so you could watch his face. His wrists remained bound above his head, attached to a low ring on the wall. You straddled his chest first, feeding one leaking nipple into your mouth while your hand worked his cock in slow, twisting strokes. He tasted even sweeter after the machine had already drawn so much from him. When you finally sank your cock inside him with deliberate control, rolling your hips in deep circles that had him sobbing your name.

“More—!! harder—please, I can take it—,” he begged, voice hoarse. His yellow eyes were wet, tears of overstimulation clinging to his lashes, yet he kept grinding his hips to meet you, chasing every brutal thrust.

You gave him exactly what he asked for. You flipped him onto his stomach again, hauled his hips up, and drove back inside with enough force to make the table legs scrape. Mydei’s tail wrapped around your waist like an anchor while you pounded into him, one hand fisted in his hair, the other reaching around to stroke his oversensitive cock in time with your thrusts. He came again with a broken wail, walls fluttering and milking you until you followed, flooding him a second time.

By the third round his heat had peaked fully.

He was incoherent, begging in broken sentences, milk still leaking in thin streams down his chest even without the machine.

You took him against the wall, one of his legs hooked over your arm so you could drive even deeper. Every thrust punched a gasp from his lungs. You kissed him through it—messy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted of salt and milk and desperation. When you came this time you stayed buried, grinding slow circles while you whispered praise against his ear.

“Good boy… my perfect prince… took everything so well.”

Mydei’s answer was a shaky, grateful moan, his body going pliant in your arms.

You then unbound his wrists first, rubbing circulation back into them with gentle thumbs. Then you cleaned him with warm cloths, careful around the tender skin of his chest and the puffy rim of his hole. You brought him water and a small bowl of the sweet feed the hybrids liked, feeding him by hand while he leaned against your chest, tail curled loosely around your calf. Every few minutes you pressed soft kisses to his forehead, his eyelids, the corner of his mouth, murmuring how beautiful he looked when he let go.

Mydei’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke again. “[Name]… can we… again? Still feels empty.”

You smiled against his hair, already feeling yourself get hard again. “Anything for my sweet cow. Lie back and let me take care of you.”

The sun had shifted lower by the time you finally carried him to the soft pile of blankets in the corner.

You took him once more—slow this time, almost tender, one hand cradling the back of his head while the other stroked his cock in time with your deep, rolling thrusts. Mydei came with a soft, broken sound, and you followed soon after, filling him one last time before pulling him into your arms.

He drifted in that hazy space between exhaustion and satisfaction, milk still faintly beading at his nipples, body marked with your hands and your release. You stayed with him, petting his ears, tracing his tattoos and kept whispering how proud you were of him.

Outside, the farm continued its quiet rhythm, but inside the barn there was only the sound of Mydei’s breathing and the steady beat of your heart against his back.

And you already knew you would be back tomorrow, ready to give your prince everything he needed all over again.

wc— 1826.

( ✎ ) This fic is rushed ngl so it isn't really my best work. But still mydei milk 🤤🤤🤤

you weren’t entirely sure how you stumbled into such a situation.

the last thing you remembered were the metal gates surrounding a manor, the surfaces growing rusty and emitting an unpleasant smell. word had spread amongst your guild of inphernals that this mansion harbored various rare treasures that wouldn’t exist in any other place. after much inquiry, you’d learnt that its previous owner was a renowned inventor who suffered a grave accident, leading to his death. 

the tale sounded simple enough. an abandoned manor with several valuables inside, perhaps heavily guarded with traps or security systems. upon entering, you swore it appeared perfectly normal, like every other excursion you’d been a part of. dark rooms clouded with dust and cobwebs, metal scraps and shards of glass vials littered across the floor, traces of papers with blueprints scribbled all over… judging from the peaceful surroundings, you were sure this would be another successful quest to add into your collection. 

perhaps that assumption was your most fatal mistake. your journey progressed with so much ease that you’d failed to notice the pink gas that slowly slid into each of the rooms. 

was it a defense mechanism installed within the manor itself? a rather complicated one, considering your time period. several of your fellow scientists haven’t even considered the use of poisonous gases as a weapon. how was this sort of technology even installed in such a pla—

“ah ah ah,” a melodic voice floated into the air, waking you from your slumber. the first sensation you felt was something binding your entire body, restricting even the smallest movements. through your blurred vision, you realized that you were tied up against a chair within a dim room. the ground beneath you felt like torn up paper, and upon looking up, you realized you were in a laboratory. surrounding you were several broken metal models resembling… guards? or robots? 

a laboratory with robots? in such an era? surely that should be impossible. the tools and containers scattered around this place were far too advanced for the average invento—

“still in your slumber?” 

a set of sharp claws grazed over the side of your neck. they felt cold and fleeting, but dangerous enough to cause some serious damage.

“i can tell that you’re awake,” the fingers dragged up to your cheek, their touch just shy of gripping your skin, “perhaps you’re thinking of what led you into such an unfortunate position?”

a shiver ran down your spine, and judging from their giggle, they noticed it well. 

“oh, don’t tell me you’re already regretting your decisions!” their voice chirped right beside your ear, though the gesture was anything but friendly. “i’m sure it’s too late for a rat like you to be considering anything right now. do you mortals not know it’s so incredibly rude to trespass a place like this?”

mortals?

before you could even reply, the claws gripped at the back of your chair, immediately spinning you around. 

standing before you was no doubt a figure resembling an inphernal, their skin unnaturally pale and their lone eye scowling with hostility. they were draped in a large black cloak and a black gas mask, covering their skin almost completely. their most prominent features had to be the set of bright pink horns, and what seemed to be a floating crystal right in between. 

upon closer inspection, you swore that their appearance looked eerily familiar… 

“must you stare at me so intensely?” the figure sneered, “such flattery would’ve brought me to tears! if only i could receive a good explanation as to why you were snooping around so giddily…” 

“i- i…” you choked. you should’ve seen the signs the moment you entered your first room. it was impossible for a mission to be so easy. “i apologize! i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to…” they purred. right away, they held up your leather bag, the objects inside clinking against each other. “surely, you didn’t mean to take all of my precious items with such a delighted smile on your face?”

ah. there was no denying that part.  

although, their choice of wording was rather peculiar. you were sure this place was completely abandoned, so why did they speak of having such ownership? 

the more you stared at their features, the more you slowly started to connect the dots. this manor did have an owner, the genius inventor and the unsavory rumors surrounding the circumstances of his death several decades ago. everyone had assumed that he was dead, even if his actual body was never found—you’d read through the papers detailing such news on the board with several other guild members.

bright pink horns. laboratories. the unfinished blueprints…

you’d been such a fool from the very beginning. 

“aha—! that look in your eyes is priceless!” they laughed, “with a face this memorable, i would’ve been incredibly offended if you were still clueless about my identity.”

“...subspace,” the inventor himself, in the flesh. but how? how has his body remained functional throughout the years? a normal deceased inphernal would’ve been rotting or disintegrating within weeks, and their features would’ve become unrecognizable by then. “i… i don’t understand, how are you still—”

“of course you don’t! such concepts would be far too complicated for a mind like yours.” 

wow. rude.

“hm, if i had to explain so graciously…” subspace tapped at his chin, “let’s just say right before that wretched scientist tried to kill me, i… experimented with a little something as a safety precaution. and would you believe it? the next thing i knew, i was still alive! breathing! in this very lab! i tried all sorts of tests, but for some reason, i’d become immune to death itself!”

“i’m… not following.”

“ugh, must i explain it so thoroughly?” he huffed, crossing his arms, “i’m still alive, that’s a fact. but, i’ve been afflicted with two conditions specifically. even if i may look oh so pristine right now…” 

he raised up his right arm, revealing what appears to be dark pink marks resembling rotting skin. if you looked closely, the left side of his face also bore similar stripes all over. 

“it’s all that man’s fault! the utter audacity—to inflict such hideous scars on me and still have the nerve to run, calling it a bloody accident!” subspace continued on, “my life has been terribly inconvenient. parts of my body are actively rotting, and i could do little to sustain myself! begs the question how i’m still faring until now, don’t you think?” 

well… now you did not really want to know.

“which brings me to my next point…” subspace’s tone dropped low as he leaned forward, his hand moving over to the clasps of his gas mask. with a loud click, the material fell away to reveal the expanse of his jaw, the skin peeling off to expose specks of flesh and bone underneath. “i’ve discovered that my condition renders ordinary food as completely useless for my body. i kept testing, and testing—oh, how could i possibly survive? my own internal systems are rejecting basic nutrition!” 

his claws reached out, poking at the side of your neck. with his face up close, you could smell the potent scent of chemicals and toxin, which slowly emitted from the spaces between his sharp teeth.

“out of pure coincidence, i found the solution,” he grinned devilishly, “my source of nutrition came from consuming… blood.”

immediately, the claws dug deep into your neck, causing your body to jolt. from the scale of the pain, you knew his intentions were to draw blood. 

pulling back, subspace inspected the tips of his fingers, which glistened with a bright shade of red. with a pleased hum, he brought them up to his mouth, as if to test the quality of your blood. the scientist fell speechless for a moment, his mind too busy conjuring up the right words to describe what he’d just consumed.

“how curious,” he pondered, licking away any remaining traces of your blood, “from my notes, inphernal blood tends to be similar in consistency. it’s hard for me to distinguish each individual taste now, but…”

he leaned in again. 

“don’t look so shaken, little rat,” his teeth stretched into a threatening smirk, “after scurrying through my things so shamelessly, it’s only fair you repay me somehow, no? thievery is such a terrible crime, after all.” 

your eyes widened at his words—instantly, you struggled against the ropes securing you, but to no avail. 

subspace gazed over your form with much amusement, taking great pleasure in seeing your fruitless efforts to run. ultimately, his hands reached out to still your shoulders, the strength becoming too much for you to bear.

“brace yourself, mortal,” he cooed, “struggling will only make it hurt now.”

the sensation of pain shot right through your body.

subspace’s jaw shifted into the junction of your neck, his canines digging deep and breaking into your skin. the smell of iron drifted up to your nostrils, and right away, your body tensed up with every little movement his fangs made against your wound. it stung badly—more than you’d like to admit—and you tried your best to stifle your discomfort through gritted teeth. 

the canines remained in place as he drank down gulp after gulp of your blood, and after what felt like forever, you felt something wet dragging over the punctures—his tongue, presumably, or what remained of it. 

deciding that he’d had enough, the scientist finally pulled back. though, he still stayed a little too close for comfort. if you had to choose the right words to describe the expression on his face, subspace looked like he’d just found a specimen that he couldn’t wait to experiment more on. 

“ah…” his mouth stretched up into a wide, beaming smile, “i’ve underestimated you, mortal.” 

“wh– what?”

“your blood…” his claws grazed over your jaw, the touch dangerously affectionate, “ever since that accident, i’ve lost my sense of taste completely. every little drop has always been the same for me, but your blood…” 

his face inched closer to yours. 

“how should i explain it?” subspace’s mouth dipped down, brushing lightly over your wounds in what could be described as an imitation of a kiss. “it’s… invigorating. absolutely delightful. heavenly, even.”

for some reason, he appeared way more terrifying than his hostile self moments ago. 

“my precious machines have been gathering me nourishment for several decades, but the mortals they picked out were awfully boring,” he sighed dramatically, “blood has always been so dull for me, so why is it that yours is so… fulfilling?”

finally, the scientist pulled back, his movements now more energetic. he circled your chair gleefully, his fingers curiously grazing your bound frame every now and then. it made the hairs on your neck stand up—you’ve never wanted to bolt out of a building so fast. 

“you are a wonderful anomaly, sweetheart,” his head dropped to whisper right beside your ear, his voice sickeningly sweet, “i must keep you for my studies. surely, you don’t mind staying for a little while? after all, we must make your dreadful trip to my manor worth it.”

“ab– absolutely not!” your head shook rapidly, “let me go! i’m not interested—”

“do you truly think you have the right to decline, mortal? how adorable!” he mocked, placing a hand right over his chest, “i told you, remember? a little thief like you should be begging for forgiveness, and i know exactly what you could do to repay me.”

subspace walked over to his original position, bending down to retrieve the discarded gas mask. after some pacing and mumbling to himself, he turned over to glance at you, his lone eye appearing a little too enthusiastic. 

“fret not, i’ll gather the best arrangements for you!” he clasped his hands together, “this place may be a little rundown in some areas, but i’m certain you’ll make yourself at home in no time! i’ll make sure to treat you as my dearest test subject, doesn’t that just sound splendid?” 

your eyes glanced over to his hands, which seemed to be fumbling with something. a closer look indicated that he was holding a leg cuff and a syringe containing some mysterious substance—he was planning on keeping you locked up in here. long term.

“you… you are mad.” you trembled.

“mad? perhaps, but it’s been sooo lonely after all… won’t you save me the trouble of having to constantly find sustenance?” he walked over, ruffling your head. he made it clear that despite your discomfort, you had no say in the matter. “don’t worry, my creations will keep you perfectly safe and sound! you’d only harm yourself even more if you ran off now, wouldn’t you?”

silently, you could only pray that your guild cared enough to search for you.

so um

i'm sorry this one took a weird messed up turn i just find it very hard to depict subspace in a cutesy kawaii fluffy romantic scenario. esp with the vampire thing too...😵 some aspects of his rot may be written inaccurately and i'm so so so sorry for that it's really for the sake of the vampire scenario :(

you weren’t entirely sure how you stumbled into such a situation.

the last thing you remembered were the metal gates surrounding a manor, the surfaces growing rusty and emitting an unpleasant smell. word had spread amongst your guild of inphernals that this mansion harbored various rare treasures that wouldn’t exist in any other place. after much inquiry, you’d learnt that its previous owner was a renowned inventor who suffered a grave accident, leading to his death. 

the tale sounded simple enough. an abandoned manor with several valuables inside, perhaps heavily guarded with traps or security systems. upon entering, you swore it appeared perfectly normal, like every other excursion you’d been a part of. dark rooms clouded with dust and cobwebs, metal scraps and shards of glass vials littered across the floor, traces of papers with blueprints scribbled all over… judging from the peaceful surroundings, you were sure this would be another successful quest to add into your collection. 

perhaps that assumption was your most fatal mistake. your journey progressed with so much ease that you’d failed to notice the pink gas that slowly slid into each of the rooms. 

was it a defense mechanism installed within the manor itself? a rather complicated one, considering your time period. several of your fellow scientists haven’t even considered the use of poisonous gases as a weapon. how was this sort of technology even installed in such a pla—

“ah ah ah,” a melodic voice floated into the air, waking you from your slumber. the first sensation you felt was something binding your entire body, restricting even the smallest movements. through your blurred vision, you realized that you were tied up against a chair within a dim room. the ground beneath you felt like torn up paper, and upon looking up, you realized you were in a laboratory. surrounding you were several broken metal models resembling… guards? or robots? 

a laboratory with robots? in such an era? surely that should be impossible. the tools and containers scattered around this place were far too advanced for the average invento—

“still in your slumber?” 

a set of sharp claws grazed over the side of your neck. they felt cold and fleeting, but dangerous enough to cause some serious damage.

“i can tell that you’re awake,” the fingers dragged up to your cheek, their touch just shy of gripping your skin, “perhaps you’re thinking of what led you into such an unfortunate position?”

a shiver ran down your spine, and judging from their giggle, they noticed it well. 

“oh, don’t tell me you’re already regretting your decisions!” their voice chirped right beside your ear, though the gesture was anything but friendly. “i’m sure it’s too late for a rat like you to be considering anything right now. do you mortals not know it’s so incredibly rude to trespass a place like this?”

mortals?

before you could even reply, the claws gripped at the back of your chair, immediately spinning you around. 

standing before you was no doubt a figure resembling an inphernal, their skin unnaturally pale and their lone eye scowling with hostility. they were draped in a large black cloak and a black gas mask, covering their skin almost completely. their most prominent features had to be the set of bright pink horns, and what seemed to be a floating crystal right in between. 

upon closer inspection, you swore that their appearance looked eerily familiar… 

“must you stare at me so intensely?” the figure sneered, “such flattery would’ve brought me to tears! if only i could receive a good explanation as to why you were snooping around so giddily…” 

“i- i…” you choked. you should’ve seen the signs the moment you entered your first room. it was impossible for a mission to be so easy. “i apologize! i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to…” they purred. right away, they held up your leather bag, the objects inside clinking against each other. “surely, you didn’t mean to take all of my precious items with such a delighted smile on your face?”

ah. there was no denying that part.  

although, their choice of wording was rather peculiar. you were sure this place was completely abandoned, so why did they speak of having such ownership? 

the more you stared at their features, the more you slowly started to connect the dots. this manor did have an owner, the genius inventor and the unsavory rumors surrounding the circumstances of his death several decades ago. everyone had assumed that he was dead, even if his actual body was never found—you’d read through the papers detailing such news on the board with several other guild members.

bright pink horns. laboratories. the unfinished blueprints…

you’d been such a fool from the very beginning. 

“aha—! that look in your eyes is priceless!” they laughed, “with a face this memorable, i would’ve been incredibly offended if you were still clueless about my identity.”

“...subspace,” the inventor himself, in the flesh. but how? how has his body remained functional throughout the years? a normal deceased inphernal would’ve been rotting or disintegrating within weeks, and their features would’ve become unrecognizable by then. “i… i don’t understand, how are you still—”

“of course you don’t! such concepts would be far too complicated for a mind like yours.” 

wow. rude.

“hm, if i had to explain so graciously…” subspace tapped at his chin, “let’s just say right before that wretched scientist tried to kill me, i… experimented with a little something as a safety precaution. and would you believe it? the next thing i knew, i was still alive! breathing! in this very lab! i tried all sorts of tests, but for some reason, i’d become immune to death itself!”

“i’m… not following.”

“ugh, must i explain it so thoroughly?” he huffed, crossing his arms, “i’m still alive, that’s a fact. but, i’ve been afflicted with two conditions specifically. even if i may look oh so pristine right now…” 

he raised up his right arm, revealing what appears to be dark pink marks resembling rotting skin. if you looked closely, the left side of his face also bore similar stripes all over. 

“it’s all that man’s fault! the utter audacity—to inflict such hideous scars on me and still have the nerve to run, calling it a bloody accident!” subspace continued on, “my life has been terribly inconvenient. parts of my body are actively rotting, and i could do little to sustain myself! begs the question how i’m still faring until now, don’t you think?” 

well… now you did not really want to know.

“which brings me to my next point…” subspace’s tone dropped low as he leaned forward, his hand moving over to the clasps of his gas mask. with a loud click, the material fell away to reveal the expanse of his jaw, the skin peeling off to expose specks of flesh and bone underneath. “i’ve discovered that my condition renders ordinary food as completely useless for my body. i kept testing, and testing—oh, how could i possibly survive? my own internal systems are rejecting basic nutrition!” 

his claws reached out, poking at the side of your neck. with his face up close, you could smell the potent scent of chemicals and toxin, which slowly emitted from the spaces between his sharp teeth.

“out of pure coincidence, i found the solution,” he grinned devilishly, “my source of nutrition came from consuming… blood.”

immediately, the claws dug deep into your neck, causing your body to jolt. from the scale of the pain, you knew his intentions were to draw blood. 

pulling back, subspace inspected the tips of his fingers, which glistened with a bright shade of red. with a pleased hum, he brought them up to his mouth, as if to test the quality of your blood. the scientist fell speechless for a moment, his mind too busy conjuring up the right words to describe what he’d just consumed.

“how curious,” he pondered, licking away any remaining traces of your blood, “from my notes, inphernal blood tends to be similar in consistency. it’s hard for me to distinguish each individual taste now, but…”

he leaned in again. 

“don’t look so shaken, little rat,” his teeth stretched into a threatening smirk, “after scurrying through my things so shamelessly, it’s only fair you repay me somehow, no? thievery is such a terrible crime, after all.” 

your eyes widened at his words—instantly, you struggled against the ropes securing you, but to no avail. 

subspace gazed over your form with much amusement, taking great pleasure in seeing your fruitless efforts to run. ultimately, his hands reached out to still your shoulders, the strength becoming too much for you to bear.

“brace yourself, mortal,” he cooed, “struggling will only make it hurt now.”

the sensation of pain shot right through your body.

subspace’s jaw shifted into the junction of your neck, his canines digging deep and breaking into your skin. the smell of iron drifted up to your nostrils, and right away, your body tensed up with every little movement his fangs made against your wound. it stung badly—more than you’d like to admit—and you tried your best to stifle your discomfort through gritted teeth. 

the canines remained in place as he drank down gulp after gulp of your blood, and after what felt like forever, you felt something wet dragging over the punctures—his tongue, presumably, or what remained of it. 

deciding that he’d had enough, the scientist finally pulled back. though, he still stayed a little too close for comfort. if you had to choose the right words to describe the expression on his face, subspace looked like he’d just found a specimen that he couldn’t wait to experiment more on. 

“ah…” his mouth stretched up into a wide, beaming smile, “i’ve underestimated you, mortal.” 

“wh– what?”

“your blood…” his claws grazed over your jaw, the touch dangerously affectionate, “ever since that accident, i’ve lost my sense of taste completely. every little drop has always been the same for me, but your blood…” 

his face inched closer to yours. 

“how should i explain it?” subspace’s mouth dipped down, brushing lightly over your wounds in what could be described as an imitation of a kiss. “it’s… invigorating. absolutely delightful. heavenly, even.”

for some reason, he appeared way more terrifying than his hostile self moments ago. 

“my precious machines have been gathering me nourishment for several decades, but the mortals they picked out were awfully boring,” he sighed dramatically, “blood has always been so dull for me, so why is it that yours is so… fulfilling?”

finally, the scientist pulled back, his movements now more energetic. he circled your chair gleefully, his fingers curiously grazing your bound frame every now and then. it made the hairs on your neck stand up—you’ve never wanted to bolt out of a building so fast. 

“you are a wonderful anomaly, sweetheart,” his head dropped to whisper right beside your ear, his voice sickeningly sweet, “i must keep you for my studies. surely, you don’t mind staying for a little while? after all, we must make your dreadful trip to my manor worth it.”

“ab– absolutely not!” your head shook rapidly, “let me go! i’m not interested—”

“do you truly think you have the right to decline, mortal? how adorable!” he mocked, placing a hand right over his chest, “i told you, remember? a little thief like you should be begging for forgiveness, and i know exactly what you could do to repay me.”

subspace walked over to his original position, bending down to retrieve the discarded gas mask. after some pacing and mumbling to himself, he turned over to glance at you, his lone eye appearing a little too enthusiastic. 

“fret not, i’ll gather the best arrangements for you!” he clasped his hands together, “this place may be a little rundown in some areas, but i’m certain you’ll make yourself at home in no time! i’ll make sure to treat you as my dearest test subject, doesn’t that just sound splendid?” 

your eyes glanced over to his hands, which seemed to be fumbling with something. a closer look indicated that he was holding a leg cuff and a syringe containing some mysterious substance—he was planning on keeping you locked up in here. long term.

“you… you are mad.” you trembled.

“mad? perhaps, but it’s been sooo lonely after all… won’t you save me the trouble of having to constantly find sustenance?” he walked over, ruffling your head. he made it clear that despite your discomfort, you had no say in the matter. “don’t worry, my creations will keep you perfectly safe and sound! you’d only harm yourself even more if you ran off now, wouldn’t you?”

silently, you could only pray that your guild cared enough to search for you.

so um

i'm sorry this one took a weird messed up turn i just find it very hard to depict subspace in a cutesy kawaii fluffy romantic scenario. esp with the vampire thing too...😵 some aspects of his rot may be written inaccurately and i'm so so so sorry for that it's really for the sake of the vampire scenario :(