#v.ampires

Scar pinned down Martyn, biting at his neck to make him bleed, turning him while grabbing his chin. She was utterly focused on making the blonde weak at the knees, it'd be easier that way, easier to breed out in the open.

Scar slipped off her pants, her hard cock brushing Martyn's thigh which made him shudder. He gasped as she pushed it against his hole, the precum sticking and glistening against it. Once she had turned him, Martyn felt his entire body shift, all he wanted was to bred by his elder, so he could submit to her.

It wouldn't be long till he got what he wanted, or atleast what he thought he wanted.

What, you sincerely thought Martyn was the one in control here? No no no this is allll Scar.

She lined her cock up and began to push, holding the blonde's weak legs down and keeping them spread so she could enter him. Martyn shuddered as the tip entered him and kept going until Scar was halfway in him. She smiled down and began to pull out, much to the blonde's disappointment.

"God, you really do act like a dog with how you whine" she muttered.

Scar then thrusted inwards, letting her cock slam into his prostate and making Martyn cum a little. She began doing heavy, large slams into him and letting the blonde feel her entire cock inside of him. Martyn ran his hand against his stomach, feeling the bulge moving inside of him.

Scar then decided enough was enough, she wanted to breed him and be done with it. She pressed his legs that moved like jelly back towards his head and got further on top of him, the 'breeding press' if you will.

She quickened her pace, muttering words of disgust at Martyn, degrading him down to nothing. Martyn came again, dripping onto his chin a little as he did.

Scar grunted, almost sounding feral, as she got closer to breeding the blonde's tight ass. She leaned down and grabbed Martyn's neck by her teeth, sucking at his blood, drinking him in. She slammed down a final time and let her cum soak through him, not pulling out until she was done.

She pulled out, slamming a silver plug into him to keep all of her cum inside him. Scar would be back later, for now she had to get back to the castle.

As she left she muttered in his ear he was her 'little fledgling', a shiver ran up his spine. He felt deep regret, disgust and fear as he felt his neck, he was paler, colder and felt so full yet empty at the same time.

Martyn couldn't help but begin to touch himself, he already came twice but the feeling of being used and pathetic had him on the brink again. He massaged his weakened and pathetic cock until white streaks covered the mossy floor below, he shuddered and began to sob as he did.

Martyn sat up, walking up a hill towards the castle. He had debated whether to stagger back to the town, stumbling, weak, his legs aching and shaking as he walked up.

He reached the top and looked between the bridge and the pathway back to the town, town felt so far and felt dangerous, especially in this state. He glanced to the castle and gulped, it wouldn't be that bad..right? Martyn reached the door, slowly, and opened it to an empty hall. He continued forwards and reached the next door to the dining hall, he swung the door open and his eyes slowly looked up, scanning the room and the table. There sat Scar and Grian, smirking at him. "Came back for me did we?" Scar chuckled. Grian glanced from Scar to the blonde stood frozen at the end of the vast table, "Well, we are in a dining hall. Shall we treat you Martyn?" The two then dashed towards him and grabbed him by both his arms, spinning him round and throwing him on top of the table cloth. He was then stripped of his cum stained shirt and pants, with his legs parted for access for Scar, again. "I'm so..so tired." Martyn muttered. He shuddered as he was tied with ropes down, threading rope between the tiny gaps in the table, tying him to the bottom. Grian and Scar then turned to each other, Scar began tearing Grian's clothes off with her teeth, first his pants and then his underwear. She then grabbed his hips, quickly using his fingers to rip all the buttons off of his tunic, which fell to the floor softly. Scar then undressed, staring at Martyn, smiling. Scar wasn't really obsessed with him, but she did love a plaything. Martyn then followed Grian, as he stepped up onto the table and hovered above the blonde, turning to stare at Scar. Scar then stroked some her precum onto her cock, not that she'd need it, after all Martyn was still full of her cum. She then put on a glove to take out the plug, using her thumb to stop her seed from spilling out of him. She then replaced her thumb with her cock, pushing the tip in to keep Martyn satisfied. Martyn felt relief, relaxing as the empty void left by Scar taking the plug out was filled by her cock. God, he was so pathetic, and he knew it. Grian crouched and lowered his dripping and throbbing cunt down to Martyn's face, Scar had teased him just before the blonde arrived, so he was in a bit of a rush for some relief. Scar gave him the nod, and so he took his seat on Martyn's face. "Open wide, slut." he muttered as he sat on Martyn's mouth. Martyn obliged, he didn't even know why but it felt right, correct. An obedient dog serving his masters. Martyn stuck his tongue out to lap at Grian's clit, slipping in sometimes to make him shudder every so often. Scar then took the opportunity to, without warning, push all the way into him. Martyn groaned, well as much as he audibly could with Grian's pussy in his face. Grian began moving forwards and backwards, letting his pre-cum cover the blonde's face and chin below. Scar smiled, watching Grian enjoy the release of being eaten out, she quickened her pace to match his. She threw her head back as she did, Martyn wasn't as tight as before but still had a good firm grip on her cock. She turned her head back down to watch his stomach bulge with every inch that crept towards his prostate. Grian fell forwards slightly, his breath brushing sensitively against Martyn's erect and dripping penis. He thought about it for a second, before looking up at Scar for approval. She nodded. Martyn yelped and moaned, mouth full of cunt, as Grian's mouth enveloped his cock. The bobbing motion driving his hips to buck towards his mouth, which Scar took personal offence to and held his hips back down. "Don't fucking move. Who said you were allowed peasant?" Scar growled. Martyn struggled under Grian's pussy, who lifted up for at least 5 seconds so he could catch his breath before having Grian's rear slammed back down on his face. Scar was getting close and began to scratch and dig her fingertips into Martyn's hips down to his legs, drawing blood.

“Bradley Givens is a librarian who works the night shift. He’s been described by people who know him as friendly, scholarly, and handsome. He also happens to be a vampire.”

Lloyd Brewer chewed his lip as he typed up the information his team would need for their little outing that night.

“Every few months, like every vampire, Bradley will get an irresistible craving for human blood. We know this because he’s been posting online for a couple years about events where a real vampire will feed on you.” He grimaced. To think a killer creature of the night had been menacing innocent, misguided people for so long! It was enough to make you sick… though he had to admit, he was a little excited too. As a vampire hunter, he’d had several false starts that were embarrassing to look back on. But tonight, this little vampire party? This would be the one. He’d bring an end to this monster, and nobody would have to worry about getting their blood sucked in this town again!

Lloyd was feeling slightly less confident upon arriving at the door of a nice-looking two-story house. Luckily several other vampire hunters were with him for backup- a couple of old college pals and a guy he’d met on a vampire information forum. True, none of them had any real experience with vampires either, but there was safety in numbers.

He’d been expecting a ravenous, snarling monster descending on clueless and terrified partygoers to kill them, but what he found upon arriving was a charming, well-dressed fellow feeding on guests all too eager to give him a taste. The guests themselves came in a wide variety, he noted as he glanced from goths in full makeup to guys in casual dress chatting about a film festival with a middle-aged businesswoman. There was a table covered in plates of delicious-looking food, which partygoers periodically stopped to enjoy.

Lloyd noticed a few people looking nervous or uncomfortable as they approached the vampire Bradley, and watched them, ready to jump in at the moment he struck. The moment never came, though. Bradley seemed perfectly happy to let them decline, directing them to go mingle or try the snacks. It wasn’t as though there was any short supply of people willing to give him a sip straight from the source. Lloyd wondered if this many people showed up to all Bradley’s parties- were they repeat guests? He definitely seemed familiar with some of them. His suspicions were confirmed when he overheard a duo of women gushing over how Bradley had “filled out” since a few years ago. The fact that he’d gained that weight from snacking on people didn’t seem to bother them, judging from the bandages on their fingers. Lloyd tried to ignore the uninvited thought that Bradley’s large figure was pretty attractive. That was how they got you.

As the night progressed, he and his fellow hunters kept to themselves. He didn’t even sample the food, not trusting it. However, when all the guests willing to be bitten had gotten enough blood drained away, Bradley turned his bright eyes to the many new guests who’d declined a drink.

“Come now, it’s a party!” he said, grinning at them with his sharp teeth on display. “You may not have wanted to have me feed from you, but there’s no reason you can’t eat some of this spread! I want all my guests to enjoy themselves.”

Lloyd took a deep breath. It was now or never. He stepped forward, his hand on the holster that concealed his stake.

“Actually,” he said, willing his voice not to shake, “I’d enjoy myself more if I could slay you.”

Several guests around his target gasped, but Bradley himself only gave him an easy smile. “Really? That’s exciting. Come over, then.”

Lloyd made his way across the floor. Though it was only a few feet to the vampire, the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him made it feel a lot longer. Bradley made no move to defend himself, sitting prone in his chair with the grace of an aristocrat.

“Shall I unbutton my shirt? It will make for easier access,” he said. When Lloyd didn’t answer, he began to do just that. Two buttons were open before Lloyd finally found the guts to say something.

“I’d rather do this somewhere we don’t have so many people watching,” he said.

A woman beside Bradley began to whisper something in his ear, but he murmured something to her that seemed to put her at ease.

“Of course. Come with me.” And with that, Bradley took his hand and led him upstairs, then down a long hallway. Lloyd began to wish he’d taken along one of his slayer friends. They’d come after him if he was gone too long, though… wouldn’t they?

Bradley opened the door to a room with a large, curtained four-poster bed. It was very clean, with unlit candles in jars and moonlight streaming in through a window. He lay on the bed, exposing his pale collarbone in a way that made Lloyd blush. It wasn’t bedroom eyes, he told himself. He was just trying to mess with his head.

Lloyd narrowed his eyes. The only way to win this was to beat the vampire at his own game. “Would you mind taking off your shirt?” he asked. “For practicality’s sake.”

“So polite for someone trying to kill me,” Bradley remarked, undoing the third button. There were soft, dark curls of hair on his broad chest.

“If I was too cocky, you might get sick of playing with me and decide I’m perfect for dessert.”

“You think so?” He undid another button, requiring a bit more attention than the others before it. Lloyd hadn’t noticed before, but the shirt looked rather tight around the middle. It must have been all the fresh blood Bradley had drank- and yet, his clothes were spotless, as though he hadn’t spilled one drop.

“It’s not hard to tell you’re playing mind games.”

“Mind games? I’ve been nothing but courteous to you,” he said calmly, undoing yet another button. “In fact, I’d say I’ve gone beyond being a good host.” The last button free, he shrugged off the shirt and placed it beside him on a pillow.

Lloyd stared. No wonder the shirt had looked a little strained. The vampire was so bloated with blood that his round stomach had a slight pink blush. He was a predator after a hunt, full and sleepy and, most of all, vulnerable. He gazed up at him, almost seeming to expect something.

“I don’t think good hosts usually eat the guests,” Lloyd shot back, pulling his stake from his holster and advancing on him. He wouldn’t let his guard down, not for a minute. He wouldn’t be next.

Bradley shrugged. “It’s not as if that was in fine print on the invitation. These people like when I feed from them. As long as my guests leave happy, what’s the issue?”

“I think we need-“ Lloyd thrust out his non-occupied hand, pinning it to Bradley’s chest “-to get to the heart of the matter.”

There was a brief pause.

“Your hand is warm,” Bradley said.

“I just- can’t find a pulse,” Lloyd said, trying not to show his embarrassment. “Your heart is here, right?”

“No, that’s my breast. It would still hurt if you stabbed me there, though.”

Lloyd scowled and hoped the blush creeping up his neck wasn’t visible. He moved his hand over and readied the stake. He searched the creature’s eyes for a spark of fear, anger, anything to show that he realized what was about to happen-

And he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Is this your first time?”

He blinked.

Those bright eyes were looking at him, not with fear, but with curiosity. Lloyd swallowed, not lowering the stake.

“I… yes. Why should that matter?”

“You seem like you’re the type of person who wants their first slaying to be special.” He didn’t make a move to grab for Lloyd’s weapon. His hand, pressing gently into his shoulder, felt almost comforting. “Is that right?”

He nodded slowly. “I was so sure tonight was going to be the night. Everything seemed perfect, but now that it’s time to actually do it…”

“You have performance anxiety?”

Lloyd sighed and finally put the stake down. “I really blew it, I guess.”

“No,” Bradley said consolingly, patting his hand. “You did a lot just by coming here! If you’re not comfortable with slaying me tonight, that’s your choice.”

“Are you sure that’s not just your instinct to stay alive talking?”

“Well, partially,” he admitted. “But I’d still say that even if you weren’t bent on putting a stake in me.” He pushed his hair back. “I don’t take blood from anyone who isn’t ready, either. But you already know that. I saw you watching me all night.”

Lloyd had thought he’d been subtle. He sat on the corner of the bed, brows furrowed in resignation. “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he said. “Everyone expected me to slay you tonight, but you’re not hurting anyone. I can’t.”

Bradley considered this. “You could go back and say that you put up a hell of a fight, but I got away. I could even tear your clothes a little to really sell it.”

“I feel like they might come to look for you,” Lloyd said. Bradley seemed like he could handle himself, but he didn’t want his friends to try and finish the job. “Couldn’t you turn into a bat and hide out of sight til we leave?”

“Ordinarily, sure. But at the moment, I’m so full that it’s not feasible.” He rubbed his belly. “It’s going to take me a while to digest all this.”

“Ah. Too bad,” said Lloyd, trying not to imagine how it would feel if he brushed his fingers over that satiated stomach. There were more important things at hand. “Maybe if we-“

The sound of quick footsteps came from down the hall, followed by another pair close behind. The door handle turned. One of Lloyd’s friends threw open the door, stake poised at the ready. Their eyes met Lloyd’s panicked ones, then traveled to Bradley, lying shirtless and slightly bemused on the bed.

“Oh,” they said, and then, dropping their stake, “oh, shit. Sorry.” The woman from earlier caught up to them as they closed the door. Lloyd caught her expression change from concern to relief right before it shut.

They stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Lloyd started to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“That could’ve gone worse,” he said. “I know it’s kind of bold to ask this as a party crasher, but can I take a minute before I go face the music?”

“Stay as long as you like,” Bradley said. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

Lloyd lay on his side along the width of the bed, perpendicular to his new friend. “Is it cool to ask how you became a vampire?”

“Sure, but you have to tell me what got you into vampire hunting afterwards…”

A little while later, they came downstairs together. Bradley had his shirt back on, though he hadn’t bothered to button it. Lloyd’s friends were gawking at the two of them with various astonished expressions, but he found he didn’t really mind. 

After he’d ushered them out of the house, Bradley gave Lloyd a quick peck on the cheek. “Feel free to come to the next one,” he said. “I always appreciate good company.”