#suho vampire

“You need to relax.” Yifan announced boldly. Joonmyeon ran his hands over his face, distraught and irritated. “No, no, no, Yifan, n--” “When was the last time you had a good fuck?” Yifan sat on his office chair leisurely lifting his feet onto his creaky desk. Joonmyeon rolled his soft red eyes and shook his head. “I'm not dignifying that question with an answer.” Yifan smirked. “C’mon.” “I'm quite fine.” Joonmyeon insisted. “Luhan stole your last one, your favourite one I believe.” Yifan looked all too happy at the prospect. “So it must be a while.” “I don't have favourites.” He replied swiftly. Yifan brushed him off quickly, ignoring his argument as if he hadn’t even spoken. “There's some new ones that I've recruited, one I think you'll like--” “You know I hate this business, I've never indulged in this and I won't start now.” Joonmyeon snapped, standing from his chair. Yifan lowered his feet, standing and circling his desk to face his stubborn brother. A cunning look was sent Joonmyeon’s way as Yifan pulled back the curtain on his private booth. Joonmyeon watched as a girl no older than 20 quivered at the sudden reveal. She had large doe eyes that swam with fear and apprehension. Her small, tiny form looked lost on the lush satin sheets of Yifan’s personal booth. Her scent was delicious and her skin so soft as porcelain it made Joonmyeon’s mouth dry. She looked from vampire to vampire her breath baited with what was to happen. Her fear shook the atmosphere and it made Joonmyeon want to taint her fear with something much more sinful. Yifan knew him well; too well. “You always had a weakness for the frail ones.” Yifan drawled. “You haven't had one like this in a few good decades, you'd be stupid to turn this one down.” He was smug, his tone laced with smug truth. Joonmyeon heard her heartbeat just that little bit faster and his throat burned, it burned like it hadn't had blood in weeks. “She's a virgin too.” Yifan continued patronisingly. Nothing could save Joonmyeon at that moment, his core pulsed with need and the sound of her heart and the deepness of her breaths made his throat drier by the second. His eyes scanned her body, the loose fitting white gown reflecting her innocence and her young age, her disheveled hair, freshly washed but not brushed and her small round face. “I’ll have one of the maids bring her to the manor--” “No!” Joonmyeon forced himself to protest, he had to, for his own moral standing - he had to try. “-- All primmed and ready--” “Alright.” Joonmyeon glared at him, conceding. “You set it up - set it up exactly how I like it to be.” “It was good doing business with you, my friend.” Yifan smiled ~~~ Joonmyeon trudged back to the manor with a frustrated scowl on his face. The knocked out fisherman he dragged with him by the collar of his shirt hopefully enough to sate his hunger and his frustration for the time being. “Are you sharing?” Chanyeol passed him on his way to his office looking gleeful at his master’s meal. “Go and hunt your own. You still need practice.” Joonmyeon shot back ignoring his huff. Joonmyeon shut himself in his office, he started for the long table in front of his roaring fireplace and he tossed his prey atop of it like he weighed nothing but a feather. He pulled some anesthesia from his stash and injected it into the human’s bloodstream keeping him under. Joonmyeon had a long life, he was the best of the best, not like the elders he had crossed back when he was a youngling, but he was still extremely experienced. He hunted differently than the rest, he didn’t need that much blood like the rest, he was the second oldest vampire in their house. He didn’t bite into his victims - unless it was sex -, he liked to savior their livelihood, keep them alive as long as he could so their blood stayed rich. Dead blood was bad blood. He hung his velvet red blazer over his office chair and pulled a glass from his cabinet, his small blade clinking against the glass. He walked to his meal and pushing his jacket up his arm he pressed the small sharp blade to the side of his wrist. He caught the blood in his glass and raised it to his lips. The red thick liquid was bland and sharp but he drank it nevertheless.  Footsteps behind his door caught his attention and he turned. Zitao opened the door confidently and smiled at Joonmyeon. “This is for you.” The young vampire stepped aside and Joonmyeon could smell her before he saw her. He heard the tremble of fear in her heart and the strong scent of fear in the air. He took another gulp of his blood and he watched with a predatory gaze as his present walked in with alarm written clear on her soft features. Her lip was pouted and Joonmyeon couldn’t wait to suck it. She was without her scarce lacy lingerie Yifan had decorated her with she now wore an elegant dark green gown that had a tempting slit from her hip to the floor. Zitao pushed her inside gently and closed the door. A velvet choker was snug around her neck and the neckline of her dress was generous around the curves of her breasts. Joonmyeon’s throat began to feel scratchy. She stood almost shaking as she was left alone with the handsome vampire she had been given to. Her eyes drifted to the softly breathing man on the table to the glass in his hand filled with what she could only assume was with blood. Her heart lurched to her throat and her fists clenched at her sides. “Why are you scared?” She had heard him speak earlier, when he argued on the other side of the curtain of where she sat panicked in the office of the tall vampire. But it sounded different now, more lucious and deeper, dangerous as he drank the warm blood. She moistened her lips. “I… I don’t want to die…” It was a croak, it was almost inaudible and Joonmyeon just caught it. Joonmyeon rested his glass on the table, his head tilting and a small smile appearing on his face. “Who said anything about you dying?” She gulped and she looked to the floor unable to meet his coy red eyes. “Isn’t that what you do...?” “Sometimes.” She nodded silently and Joonmyeon licked the corner of his mouth. “Come here.” She looked up at him and her heart picked up speed. Joonmyeon had to root himself in his place to save the girl more terror at his monstorous nature. “Now.” His voice was a little firmer. She lifted her heavy feet and padded over to him slowly and she could barely breathe as she stood in front of him, a meter from him. She knew it could have been worse, she had heard the other girls in the whore house complain about ugly human pigs that couldn’t give them anything in return for their gross sex. Joonmyeon was a vampire, he had to know things and he certainly wasn’t ugly. But there was another vampire she had heard of in this house, he was supposedly the nicest but she held her breath reminding herself - it could be worse. “Closer.” Her bottom lip trembled and she blinked away the tears as she did so, her steps small as she came to him. She stood her breasts to his chest, almost touching, a whisper away. Joonmyeon looked down at her, his red eyes sharpening as her studied her face up close, pleased. Her hair had been wrapped up messily in an updo, some of the strands falling to her cheeks. Joonmyeon lifted a finger, twirling them in his fingers. She tensed with the proximity and the coldness of his skin as it whispered against her cheek. “Have you ever been kissed?” He asked. She couldn’t look away from his face. “No…” She husked. Joonmyeon’s eyes darkened and his hand slipped to the nape of her neck, drawing her in closer making her shiver. He dipped his head and she didn’t dare to blink as he closed his cold lips over hers. Her eyes fell closed at the feeling and she felt her knees tremble as his hot tongue ran through the seam of her lips. The sensation was strange but not unwelcome and she felt herself reacting to it, surprising herself. Joonmyeon hungirly kissed her lips, both hands sinking into her hair, pulling apart the up do uncaringly. He pulled her hair, making her arch against him as he deepened the kiss, pressing their bodies together. She was warm, hot energy against him and he wanted more. She felt dazed, as she tried to kiss him with as much passion as she could muster. Her made her mewl in her throat and her cheeks flared with embarrassment; she made that sound, she didn’t know she could. Her legs were useless when she felt the sharpness of his protruding fangs against her exploring tongue. She felt them next on her bottom lip and she gasped a the sharp prick of pain as they broke the skin effortlessly. The bittersweet taste of blood touched his tongue and Joonmyeon groaned. The noise created a wave of liquid heat spread down to abdomen. His lips closed over the wounds and he sucked lavishly on her rich blood. Pain melted into numb pleasure as she moaned wistfully in his iron grip. Joonmyeon detached himself from her mouth, licking away the remaining blood that oozed from her puffy delicious lip. He let her hair go and with hooded eyes she watched as he picked her up in his strong arms. Her surroundings blurred as she was taken from the room, through a door next to a bookshelf to his bed. She lay still on the white satin sheets as her vampire stood above her, his expression thoughtful with wicked desire. He kept her dress on, running his hand up her leg exposed by the revealing slit. She shivered at his breathtaking cold touch. Her arousal hung air in the air and Joonmyeon was delighted. She wore no underwear and it was easy to push her legs apart to feel her wetness on her inner thighs. “Still scared?” He asked as he pushed her dress up her body. He hovered over the lower half of her body and her face was red hot as his face was directly over her exposed heat. She itched to cover herself, shy and uncomfortable but his look kept her still under him. She bit down on her finger and shook her head unable to find the words to speak.   Joonmyeon bent down and when he opened his mouth she saw a glimpse of his threatening canines. “Good girl.” He licked her inner thigh and all her breath left her in a rush. His hand travelled down the expanse of her skin between her legs till it reached her soaked core. Her breath got caught in her throat as his finger drifted against her slit slowly, making her shake at the rush of new sensations that hit her brain. Her eyes wide and her mouth open he found her clit, the bundle of nerves quivering at his cold touch. His finger traced her entrance delicately and she subconsciously bucked her hips to his hand, her body becoming a slave to his touch. A loud mewl left her throat as his finger pressed tightly against her walls, pumping in and out of her slowly. “Shit.” He muttered against her thigh feeling just how tight she really was. He bit down on her inner thigh, unable to stop himself and her legs stiffened around his shoulders. He carried on fingering her as blood poured into his mouth. She felt the stabbing pain in her thigh and she cried out, her hands fisting the pillow. She felt the pleasure of his pumping fingers and the sucking numbing pain of his mouth attached to her leg and all of it together was intense. She couldn’t find the humiliation anymore when she screamed not even when she felt the best pleasure in the world rock her body and soak the sheets. Joonmyeon licked the wound clean, his fingers coaxing her, calming her as they slowly left her center. Blood stained his chin but she didn’t feel scared, not by the blood, not by him, just of herself of her body as he pulled the straps down her arms, pulling the dress down her body, exposing her all to him. She could barely keep her eyes open as she watched Joonmyeon raise to stand at the foot of the bed, watching her as he pulled shirt apart, slowly, button by button. She looked delicious in just her choker. “Turn over.” His voice was gruff and she sluggishly rose on her arms to do as he said as best as she could. She tucked her knees beneath her, remembering what she had seen briefly at her time at the house. She felt the bed dip behind her when he was completely naked and she bit her lip, apprehensive. Joonmyeon pushed her tense thighs apart, situating himself between them. He pressed his hand down on her lower back, smoothing it up her back, pressing her down, pushing her ass up higher and pressing her face into the mattress. “Are you ready?” She felt his thumb pressing against her button again making her squirm. She wanted to say no but she knew that was the wrong answer. “Yes.” She choked. Joonmyeon held her hips as his thick shaft slowly breached her. She whimpered in pain, her eyes clenching. “N-no-!” He held her still as he slowly filled her up, inch by inch. “Relax.” He cooed, his voice strained. She pressed her face into the sheets, tears brimming her eyes as he moved inside of her. He felt her pain and he scented her tears. He wanted to lose control on her body, lose himself in sex - but not yet. His hand looped around her hip, finding her clit quickly making her clench around him so invitingly. She gripped the bars of the headboard so hard her knuckled whitened. He moved his hips slowly pounding her softly and deeply as her whimpers gave way to moans. Pain melded into bliss and she pressed her cheek to the tear soaked mattress, her mewls freely filling the room as Joonmyeon fastened his pace, He palmed her ass in his hand as he fucked her harder, making her yell louder. She felt like she was in heaven as he made her toes curl, her second orgasm crashing into her body violently making her shake. Joonmyeon ripped his cock from her, her juices dripping down her legs and she sighed at the empty feeling. His finger left her clit and that hand came down hard on her ass. She cried out at the sting, tears blurring her vision and in one fast lithe movement he thrust himself deep inside of her. Her throat felt hoarse as he did it again and again, pushing in her so deep her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Orgasms blended into each other creating such intense pleasure that she didn’t know if she would ever be able to walk again.