𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖌

He shifts back and forth between his human form and that massive humanoid wolf-beast, confused and a little scared of his own strength. So I've been teaching him how to handle it, how to move without breaking everything, how to control those new instincts... and most importantly, how to knot me properly when the urge gets too strong.

Even in his human form, that thick knot isn't going anywhere and the poor thing gets so embarrassed about it. He tries to hide it, cheeks burning as he mumbles apologies like he's done something wrong:(

A centuries-old Vampire Mistress, a powerful creature, the one who decides when the night begins and ends... and her new darling pet: a newly turned vamp, still clumsy with immortality, too eager to please and fangs itching to sink into soft flesh. She keeps him close, teaching him restraint with a single look, a slow finger under his chin, and a gentle "not yet, pup."

Feeding is ritual; he's learning to take only sips, to savor instead of devour. Every time he trembles or tries to rush, she scolds him and waits until he asks properly while holding his jaw. Pleasure follows the same rule. She lets him worship between her legs for hours if she wants, praising the way he listens and the way he aches untouched while she comes apart above him... of course, his own release is a reward after he's proven that he can please her properly~

She's straddling his hips, cool skin against his fever-hot body, fangs grazing his throat without breaking skin yet. "You're such a good boy for coming to me like this," she murmurs, voice low and amused, fingers trailing down his chest to wrap around his cock. She strokes him slowly, thumb circling the head until he's leaking and twitching under her. "Knew you came here for a reason..."

He begs, voice cracking on "please, Mistress," hips bucking up into her hand. She rewards him with a tighter grip, pumping him steadily while her other hand cups his jaw, tilting his head to expose more neck. When she finally bites, it's just enough to draw a thin line of blood she laps up with slow strokes of her tongue. The pull makes him gasp, cock jerking hard in her fist. She drinks in small sips, never taking too much, keeping him hazy and desperate instead of dizzy.

All the while her hand never stops, edging him right to the brink and then easing off. "Look at you, so pretty when you're shaking for me. My sweet little mortal, giving everything so willingly." He cums with a choked sob when she finally lets him, spilling over her fingers in hot pulses while she licks the last drops from his throat.

She doesn't stop touching him after, though. She keeps stroking through the sensitivity, gentle now, coaxing soft whimpers and aftershocks out of him until he's trembling and completely spent. Then she unties him and pulls him against her chest, kissing the bite mark softly. "Rest now, baby. You did so good for me." He curls into her, fuzzy-headed and already drifting, while she holds him close.