#sub hector

༄ Hector is happily taking his time, two fingers deep inside of you as you lay together on your bed, his head resting on your shoulder so he can watch your expression as he croons his fingers just right, the ecstasy you feel spreading to him

༄ he just can’t help himself. he rocks his hips forward, breathing heavily as his erection drags across your thigh, the friction filling him with sweet relief

༄ unconsciously, he speeds up his fingers, biting his lip to stifle his own noises so he can listen to you, focusing on your pleasure so he can seek his own. his cock throbs and leaks onto your skin, leaving a sticky wet trail as he rolls his hips back and forth

༄ he doesn’t last long, he can’t. You’re utter perfection, brows pinched together as you moan so sweetly, all because of him. he curses under his breath, trailing off into a high pitched whine as he comes, painting your leg white

༄ despite his trembling, his fingers never still, working you up to your own orgasm and through it as he watches you through hazy, tired eyes. he’s flushed bright red now, out of breath and horribly embarrassed by his early orgasm, but he works through it

Hector is human. Despite being an asset to Dracula’s army, it did not mean that the other vampires respected him: still viewing him as a lesser being.

However, not you. You showed him respect and courtesy, unlike the others, and showed an interest in his work as a forgemaster. He became enamored with you and eagerly awaited your every word because of your charisma and empathy.

Hector feels your presence and stops his swing, hammering over his shoulder. He casts a sidelong glance.

“[your name]”

“hector”

Hector lowers the hammer in hand, a small smile spreading across his lips. “What brings you here?”

“You” you answer sitting on an empty area near his forgery. Hector’s face flushes, and he lowers his gaze. “Oh- um… I- I am just working.” You lower your gaze from his figure to his forgery. “what are you working on” you get off the table and walk closer to him but keeping your distance so as not to get you’re self hurt.

Hector turns his neck alert of your sudden movement, his face flushes at your sudden closeness.

“will you not answer me?” you ask a little disappointed. Hector snaps out of his trance, he shakes his head out of the trance. “M- my apologies… I am working on a new piece. If this battle is going to be bigger than it seems, I will need to make more weapons.”

“keep up the good work” Hector cannot focus on his work, only hearing your words in a distant fog. His skin tingles and skin flushes at your praise. “y-yes.”

seeing the state he’s in it only makes you wanna see how red you can make him “you’re very pretty hector you have no idea what you do to me” upon hearing your words hector immediately stops his hammering and looks to you.

As you get closer you move your hands over his chest and stomach. “i really want you” your hand traces the band of his pants before slipping by and grabbing his ass underneath his pants. “can i have you?” you say squeezing his ass.

Hector gasps and freezes, stunned by your action; a hand squeezing his backside, another hand squeezing his heart, your warm breath on his neck. He tries to pull away, but every movement sends a shock through his body. His chest heaves as his breath quickens. In a whisper, he asks, “what am I supposed to say to that?”

“you can always say no, you know I won’t force you” you say taking another squeeze of his ass

“De—decline? You— you want me to decline something like this?” Hector’s voice goes shaky, as though something so wonderful could never be offered to someone like him and in this way. He tries to move again, but his body is stiff and unmoving. He is at your mercy. “Then do you like it?” you ask biting at his ear.Hector bites his tongue to stop himself from saying “yes” over and over again. He nods, barely able to get the words out. “Yes, you can.”

in a flash you use your vampire speed and strength to place him on a table. his back lays flat on the table and you above him. you bite into his flesh with your fangs sucking his blood claiming him as yours. Hector’s body quivers in pleasure as he becomes trapped beneath your firm touch. His breath deepens as your fangs find his neck, puncturing his skin. His mind begins to cloud, thoughts escaping, lost with every drop of his blood that you take. He becomes nothing but a vessel to serve and please— yours for the taking now. “you’re delicious” your lips slowly and passionately trace his neck down his collar leavening a path of bruises “i’ve wanted to taste this blood of yours for so long, it’s even better than i imagined.”

Hector whimpers as your lips travel down his neck, leaving a trail of delicious agony in their wake. His head falls forward to give you more space, making it easier for you to take. His breath hitches in his throat, his body trembling under your touch, overwhelmed by the pleasure you give him. While your mouth is focused on his upper body your free hand wonders his waist and your hand grabs at his cock.

Hector lets out a sharp breath, frozen in place under your hand. His face flushes red again, and his chest fills with heat as he is overwhelmed with passion. His heart races while his breath quickens. He shivers under your touch. your hand moves up and down around his cock, you tighten your fist causing him to thrust into your hand. “you like that pup?” Hector can’t do anything but nod his head with a slight pout on his face. he shuts his eyes tight, focusing only on the pleasure you give him. “good I want you to feel good just worry about taking everything I give you hm?” Every word you say is an embrace to him. He feels your love and gratitude. His body trembles, wanting every bit of the pleasure you are giving him. Hector has no idea how this is possible, how someone like you could find someone like him,a human, attractive. Tears trickle down his cheeks as his breath comes in rapid, shallow gasps.

You lick his tears away “good boy does that feel good hm baby?” Hector lets out a small whimper, and his cheeks flush even redder than before. Your words fill him with warmth and that wormth continues to build in the pit of his tummy. He is at your mercy in every way possible, his body now belonging to you. His breath grows steadier as he takes everything you give him. seeing the expression in his face you can tell he’s close, you twist your hand at the tip of his cock. “you gonna cum baby? cmon cum, feels so good doesn’t it pretty boy” at your words his face scrunches and his pretty dick shoots white in the palm of your hand.

you lift your hand to his face “clean my hand.” Hector heard the assertiveness in your voice and can’t help but obey. “his lips touch your palm first then he like at your palm making sure to swallow his load. “good boy” you grab his face kissing him and tasting him.