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“Fuck you guys!” you scream, wriggling around on the hard dirt as you struggle to escape the thick ropes tying your arms and legs together. “Go to hell! I hope a plague overtakes the village and you all die! When you go back, tell Naoya to go fuck himself!” You scream and shout until your voice is hoarse, but your anger never dissipates. A sigh escapes you as you heave, trying to sit up. 

You curse under your breath. Naoya Zenin is your boyfriend of a few months, and also the idiot who suggested you be the sacrifice for this generation. You cannot begin to fathom what made him sell you out like this, though you have a sneaking suspicion that he had become smitten with the village whore. You scoff, shaking your head. Wait till he finds out just exactly who she is. 

You know the chances of him feeling remorseful and coming out here to save you are next to none. There’s not a chivalrous bone in that man. Besides, the rumors that could arise from such an affair between the two of you would be far too scandalous for him to bear, considering he’s supposed to be the next in line to become leader of his clan. You wonder how you were able to put up with him for so long. Far too late for hindsight now. 

So now you’re paying the price. The price for appeasing this monster that has terrorized your village for centuries without end. You’re beyond irritated. You’d known, growing up, that the time to pick the new sacrifice was approaching. The sacrifice of your parents’ generation has gone. Killed, you assume. So in order to avoid being picked, you made yourself a part of the background. It worked. You went unnoticed by most for a majority of your life, besides Naoya, who’d been a childhood friend. You’d only recently started dating, so when he brought your name up to the village officials, you were shocked. 

They’d lined up the villagers, ages eighteen to twenty-five, and were determined to pick who’d make the least amount of impact with their absence, like they did every time the monster sent back a letter requesting someone new.

You sigh, lying back down onto the dirt. It doesn’t matter now. Naoya can have a million babies with whomever he chooses, while you shall spend the rest of your limited life feeding a creature you’ve never met. 

“Ropes? A blindfold?” a voice speaks out in disbelief. You jump, startled by the man. You didn’t hear anyone approach. “They’re such barbarians.” Ice cold hands touch at your wrists, making you flinch. A quick snap here and there and you can move your limbs. You reach for your blindfold, but the man is quicker, hands already behind your head to untie it. He lowers it slowly, and you blink, taking in the area. It must’ve been hours since you’d been left here. But, where is here?

The scene you’ve been left at is a dark forest illuminated by the moon. Thick trees with overhanging limbs surround you at every angle. You’re not sure if you’d be able to figure out the direction of the village even if it was daytime. You finally adjust to the dim lighting provided by the moonlight and focus your eyes on the dark figure before you. 

A pale man stands there, wearing dark tight-fitting pants and a cream colored button up with ruffled sleeves. Half of his long raven hair is tied up in a bun while the rest hangs loosely over his shoulders. It shines in the moonlight, making it seem as though he has silver streaks. His eyes are purple. You thought for a second you may have seen it wrong, but no, his eyes are literally a shade of violet. He looks as though he’s no older than you, but you’re reminded of his immortality. 

Here he is. The monster. 

You tilt your head, blinking with confusion. Isn’t a monster supposed to be…monstrous? Surely, this isn’t him. Maybe he’s here to help you. 

He offers his hand out to you, but you stand up on your own, highly cautious. 

“Who are you?” You curse yourself in your head, feeling your voice quake in fear. 

He smiles, revealing a pair of bright-white fangs, and bows slightly. “Getou Suguru, pleased to make your acquaintance. But, by all means, feel free to call me Suguru.” 

“I thought,” you pause, shaking your head. This makes no sense. Getou. You’d heard this name before. He is the monster. But how? “I thought you would be scarier.” 

His grin only grows at your words. “Apologies for not fitting the image you conjured up in your head. What are they saying about me in that village these days? I can only imagine.”

Everything you know about the monster rolls around in your head at once, making it difficult for you to answer immediately. 

Disgusting. Evil. Ghastly. Blood-sucking. Ravenous. Terrifying. Sallow. Sickly. 

But the man standing in front of you is none of that. He’s beautiful. Alluring. Intriguing. Your curiosity is piqued by him.

Yet, there is still something unsettling. Despite his smile and helpful nature, his violet eyes are dull. Hollow. They don’t match. It sends shivers down your spine. Still, he waits expectantly for you to respond.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t expect you. You don’t exactly seem like a monster.” 

He raises an eyebrow. “Monster? That’s a bit harsh.” 

A flash of fear runs through you. “Sorry, I–”

He waves you off in dismissal. “I don’t really care. You humans are all hypocrites. If someone called you a monster for slaughtering the goats and lambs and chickens you all breed and eat so greedily, that wouldn’t be fair, would it? At the very least, my food source is sustainable.” He pauses. “Somewhat.”

You aren’t sure what to say to that. So instead you start, “If you’re not a monster, then what are you?” 

He leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms. His sleeves hike up a bit, leading your eyes to his forearms. “You’ve never heard of a vampire? What are they teaching this generation?” 

Vampire. That does sound familiar. 

You recall when you were young, there had been a mass movement of book burning. You had been a child, so you weren’t sure why. There had been an incident. Someone had run away into the forest to look for the monster. The heads must’ve blamed the books. 

“Well, I wouldn’t consider myself a monster. A creature is fine, I think. A creature of the night,” he chuckles to himself. “I’ve always liked that name. It strikes a certain emotion, doesn’t it? Fear?” He glances at the discomfort in your face and snickers, shaking his head. “Do you even know why you’ve been sent to me? Why your village requires ‘sacrifices’ every generation?” He uses air quotes with his fingers. 

Suddenly you remember the set of circumstances that had led you to this conversation. The reason you were here in the first place. Your blood runs cold. 

“Are you going to eat me?” you whisper. 

The man ponders for a moment. “Well, no. But also yes? I don’t want to eat you. It’s more like drink your blood.” 

Your horrified look only makes him laugh again, and he nearly doubles over when you start to back away, scrambling to disappear into the woods. 

“I’m not going to kill you!” he calls out, though you barely hear him as you beeline through the trees. You push through, powered by pure adrenaline. The moon gives you enough light to see just in front of you. You hope the trees will make it difficult for him to follow.

You refuse. You refuse to die like this. You refuse to let Naoya win. You refuse to be wasted as sustenance for this thing. 

Just then, your foot gets caught on a thick tree root and you fall, collapsing into the dirt. You curse, trying to remove your foot from the root. You tug at your leg, ignoring the pain.

“Are you done yet?” 

You jump, backing up against the tree. Getou stands tall above you, crossing his arms with an amused face. “How did you find me?” You continue to pull your leg to no avail. 

He only shrugs, watching you struggle. “You’re not very fast. Besides, you can’t exactly hide from me when you smell so delicious. These woods reek with your scent.” He squats in front of you, reaching out to your face. 

You writhe, trying your best to get away, but he grips your chin tightly. You hadn’t noticed before but he has long, black nails and they dig into your cheeks painfully. His icy touch spreads goosebumps throughout your skin. You close your eyes tightly, terrified for what’s about to come. His thumb brushes over your cheek. It feels wet? 

You open your eyes to see Getou staring at his thumb. The crimson smear of your blood is unmistakable in the glow of the moon. You reach up to touch your cheek and feel multiple scratches, a few beading with droplets of blood. It must’ve happened while you ran through the forest, too terrified to notice the branches scraping at your skin. 

But now you look at Getou and you notice something that may be more chilling than anything you’d seen before. 

His once dull gaze had transformed into excitement. He’s ecstatic as he stares at your blood, a smile growing on his face when he brings it up to his mouth. He presses his thumb to his tongue, dragging it down to properly taste you. The moan that leaves his throat has you staring in horror. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he throws it back, licking his lips slowly. 

Suddenly, you feel another emotion start to surface. Oh god.

You don’t want this. You shouldn’t want this. But you want him. In a primal, disgusting way. In a way that a prey needs its predator to fuel its will to live. You need him. 

But maybe that’s a part of his charm. He lures you in so you never want to leave. Are vampires like sirens? You’d heard tales of sailors coming back, traumatized by the calls of siren at sea. Maybe they’re related. 

Getou looks back to you. He looks different. “You’re staring. That’s impolite, you know.” 

You gulp, waving your hands around. “Wait, I’m sorry, I-“ 

“I wish you would’ve made this easier. You taste wonderful. How can your personality be so rotten?” he scoffs. That’s when you see it. His eyes are gone. You nearly shriek from terror right then. But then he moves slightly, and the moonlight catches his eyes. It shines. They’re not gone. They’re black. Pitch black. Where the whites of his eyes once were, now only a dark pool of ebony remains. Even the purple irises have disappeared into a sea of darkness. Your stomach churns violently with fear. You try to back away, though again it’s futile. 

He lets out a long sigh. “Alright, this has gone on long enough. You’re coming back with me.” The once amused and light tone is now gone, replaced by a hardened, firm voice. Getou pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, and brings it up to your face. 

You struggle against him, but his iron grip holds your face steady, pushing your nose and mouth into the soaked cloth. You try to scream, but within seconds the world goes dark. 

When you come to, the first thing you notice is the aroma of a full fledged meal. Your mouth begins salivating before you even open your eyes. 

“Ah, finally awake, are we?” 

Your eyes snap open at his voice, though you feel unbelievably groggy. In front of you is a long dining table filled with the most delectable food you could imagine. Dishes you couldn’t even dream about in your little village. It’s a table set for a king. 

The rest of the room is too dim to make out any features, lit by small candles on the walls, but you don’t think you would’ve noticed anyways. You’re so fixated on the food you nearly forget about your captor. That is, until he clears his throat, making himself known. You tear your gaze away from the food to see him sitting at the far end of the table. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks with a serene smile. He seems so calm you almost think the events that happened prior to your blackout were a dream. His eyes have gone back to normal again, no longer the bright darkness you recall but instead a dull emotionless gaze. This can’t be the same man, can it?  

Regardless, you nod feebly, still feeling weak. With the village tossing you out in the morning, you hadn’t eaten since last night. Your stomach grumbles, casually giving it away. You feel your face burn hot as Getou chuckles.

“Well, no one’s stopping you. Feel free to dig in.”

You continue to eye the food, looking up at him suspiciously. “I’m not sure I want to.” Still, you move to pick up a fork. That’s when you realize you can’t move your hand. Actually, you can’t move at all. “What the hell?” Chains wrap tightly around your wrists and ankles, tying you to the chair. “Let me go!” You struggle against the bonds, wincing as they dig into your skin. 

You look back to the man, but your anger dissipates when you see his smile has disappeared. “Now why would I do that?” He stands up, the chair screeching on the tiles as he pushes it back. The sound echoes in the room, making you cringe internally. “You’ve proven to me that you’re nothing but a flight risk, remember?” He begins to walk over to you, hands clasped behind his back. “Pity. I believed we could be friends.”

Your eyes follow him, sweat beading on your forehead as he gets closer. You want to shut up. But as he speaks, your mouth moves faster than your brain. How dare he? “Friends? How could we be friends?” you spit, as if the word itself carried venom. He certainly seems surprised by your outburst, pausing when he nears you. He composes himself with a small smile. “If anything, you’ve made me your slave.” Your arms writhe within the chains to emphasize your point. 

The tight smile disappears, quickly replaced by a frown and furrowed eyebrows. A chill runs through you. “Slave?” Any hint of humor that may have lined his voice is gone.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Your brain screams at you. But again, you speak, “Slave, feeding cow, blood servant, dinner. You can call me whatever you like but ‘friend’ doesn’t seem very fitting.”

In a flash, Getou’s hand is on your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You aren’t sure if you blinked. He moved so suddenly you barely had time to process before he began. The icy cold from his hand feels like it spreads through your skin. His nails scrape against your cheeks ever so softly, as if warning you of the abilities he has. Your heart pounds in your chest. You wonder if he can hear it. 

“No one who ever arrives at this place is my slave. You are not trapped here, nor are you forced to stay. I make that clear to everyone from day one.” His voice is calm and even as he explains this to you. Somehow, that makes it worse. 

“Right.” Disbelief lines your tone. “Then why has no one ever come back?”

Getou shrugs, shaking his head. He lets go of your chin, putting his hands back behind him. “It’s likely because whatever fate they face here is much better than anything their future holds back home. I’ve never killed a person that’s been sent here, either; I’m very careful with how much blood I consume. Yes, I need it to survive, but I need you to survive as well. No point if I drain the humans from day one and quickly pick you off one by one. What’ll be left for me then? The whole idea of a sacrifice has been implemented by your people, your folktales. I’m simply an immortal man who needs blood for sustenance. And who am I to deny free food?” His lips curl up into a menacing smile, the two sharp fangs poking out. 

You process his words slowly. Something’s not adding up. No one has ever returned from the monster. Where do they go? “Then let me go. Let me leave now.” 

“I do have one condition though.” 

“I knew it. You’re lying.” 

Getou laughs slightly, shaking his head. “I’m not. I only require that you stay here for twenty four hours. You’ll see where you’ll be living, the feeding process, etcetera, so you can have all the information to make a sound decision about leaving.” 

“You can show me whatever you like, I’m not changing my mind.” You glare at him. 

“Well, how about we share a meal before anything else? I do believe we got off to a rough start, and I’d like the chance to fix that.”

“Nothing you do is gonna fix this.” You shake in your chair again, gesturing to the chains.

Getou clicks his tongue in disapproval. “At least try to be a little more open minded. You’re stuck here for the next day whether you like it or not. You can’t escape me, you know.” He says this so matter-of-factly, as if it’s not one of the most terrifying things you’ve ever heard. You stay quiet, unable to come up with an argument to that. “Great.” He seems to have taken your silence as affirmation. “Let’s eat.”

Getou pulls up the chair next to you, bringing it close before he sits down. He begins to plate the food, pulling things from all sorts of dishes. The aroma wafts over to you, and you’re reminded of a very unfortunate fact. 

You don’t even bother to wriggle around anymore, as your wrists are in pain under the chains. “How am I supposed to eat?”

“Like this.” 

Before you know it, Getou brings up a forkful of mashed potatoes covered in the most delectable gravy and brings it up to your lips. You don’t move to take it, despite the smell filling your nose. He continues to hold it in front of you as you eye it suspiciously, lips sealed shut. 

He sighs, “Really? What good would it be for me to poison your blood? I need to drink you, remember?” You still seem unconvinced, so he rolls his eyes and puts the fork into his mouth. He makes an overexaggerated show of enjoying it, letting his lips coat the entire utensil. He licks off any leftover residue, staring at you with a slight smirk as his tongue drags over the silverware. The way you shift in your seat and tighten your thighs does not go unnoticed by him. 

“Is that good enough for you, princess?” he asks, resting his head in the palm of his hand, propped up on the table. He waves the empty fork around lazily. 

The pet name feels like a punch to your gut, knocking all the wind from your lungs. You try to act like it’s no matter, but you do a very poor job of it. His smile grows by the second. “Well, I suppose it seems alright,” you mumble, avoiding contact with his face. 

Getou’s grin grows wide on his face, seemingly satisfied as he grabs another forkful. “Alright then, open wide.” You follow suit and he gently places the fork onto your tongue. 

The two of you share uncomfortably heavy eye contact as you close your mouth around the fork. To say the flavors burst in your mouth would be an understatement. It takes everything in you to suppress your moan, and you can tell he’s noticed. 

“I knew you were positively famished the moment I saw you. You were weak. This will help.” He goes back to the plate, adding some steamed vegetables. 

“What would help is if I had my hands free and I didn’t have to be fed like a child,” you reply pointedly. 

He laughs, “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”

“I’m not!” you protest. “Besides, now I know you’re just fattening me up before you eat me.” 

Getou makes a face as though he’s about to prove you wrong, but he hesitates. “Well, I suppose that’s not entirely wrong. Though, I’m not fattening you up, I’m keeping you strong. And again, I’m not eating you! Please understand that, I will not repeat it once more.”

He lifts another fork, which you take into your mouth grumpily. “Can I at least ask how this will work? Since you seem to allow for a question and answer portion of this tour,” you add sarcastically. 

“Yes,” he beams. “I was wondering when you’d ask. What do you want to know?”

“Why are you even giving me food? I thought you would’ve drank me dry by now.”

“Ah, yes. So, as I explained earlier, I’m not going to drain you on day one. Because humans are self-sufficient, as in they create their own blood, it’s very feasible for me to live off of only one for quite a while.” He’s sat back in his chair, explaining eagerly. “Of course, this means you need to be healthy in the meantime so your body can function. You need proper food, sleep, and, moreover, I suspect your mental state needs to be well. This is why I feed you.” 

You nod slowly. You’d never been allowed in school, so you can’t really be sure if what he’s saying is true, but it sounds logical. 

He continues, “What else would you like to know?” 

“Your name is Getou?” 

He raises an eyebrow at this. Your question was unexpected. “Yes, but I did ask you to call me Suguru. Why?”

You shrug, “Just doesn’t sound like you’re from around here.”

He sighs, “When you’ve lived for centuries like me, the idea of staying in one place just becomes boring. And sometimes the local villagers get a little bold and feel like they need to oust me. Not that it matters to me, I could certainly overpower their entire nation if I felt like it, but why expose myself to such negativity? I don’t want to rule a sovereign or overtake a kingdom. I just want to live a quiet life.” 

You ponder his statement, somewhat surprised at how normal he sounds. 

“Anything else?”

You think for a moment. “Why hasn’t anyone returned to the village?” 

Suguru’s lips curve into a smile. “Well, that you might have to find out for yourself.”

Anxiety grows in the pit of your stomach, as your mind is filled with horrible thoughts. What could that mean? He holds up more food to your mouth but you shake your head. 

“I’m not hungry,” you mutter, avoiding eye contact. It’s true, you’ve lost your appetite. 

Suguru stares at you for a moment before rising from his chair. “Alright, then I can show you to your chambers.” 

You glance up at him curiously. “You won’t be throwing me in a dungeon?”

He chuckles slightly. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call them that, but I suppose it’s similar.” 

You’re dejected and it shows. “Then, are you finally going to let me go?”

He makes a bit of a face, suddenly showing you pity. “Well, unfortunately, I can’t have you roaming around the castle so freely. What if you end up choosing to leave? You would see where I live and expose me. It’d be very silly of me to show you so much kindness just for you to come back with your people waving pitchforks and torches, wouldn’t it?”

“Is that why they left me in the middle of the woods?” you realize aloud. He nods solemnly. “So, then how am I getting to my room?”

Getou holds up a cloth sheepishly. You groan, the smell and taste of chemicals coming back to you. “This is going to be unpleasant. Sorry.” You brace yourself as he quickly puts it to your face and the room goes dark.

More chains. That’s the first thing you notice before you even have a chance to open up your eyes. The restraints are cold and wrap tightly around your wrist, rubbing your raw skin painfully. Your legs are free, but the chains give you very little room to move. 

“Is this really necessary?” you mumble groggily, blinking as you stir awake. You strain to move your head up, glancing at where the chains end. They’re tied to bedposts on either side, while your head rests on a pillow. You do have to admit, however, that the bed is much more comfortable than what you’re used to in the village. 

Suguru’s voice comes from somewhere you can’t quite see. “It helps.”

“Helps who? I told you I’m not going anywhere.” You tug your arms, stopping quickly as you wince from the pain.

“Chronic stress isn’t good for your blood. The taste is just,” he shudders, “Horrendous.” He finally steps into the light, previously hiding in a dark corner of the room. “Acute fear, however, makes you simply delectable.” He sighs contentedly, a small smile on his face.

You bite your lip from anxiety, but quickly stop when you notice how quickly his dark eyes zero in on your lips. Of course, he can smell it.

“Now begins the fun part,” Suguru says, clearly gaining excitement. “Are you ready?”

“Do I really have a choice?” you snap unexpectedly. You hate how he’s turned this into a game, how he’s clearly enjoying your misery. He’s told you as much.

“Let’s not be hasty.” He smiles softly, using his back to close the door behind him. It shuts with a loud thud, causing you to jump. Your nerves are fried and he is not helping much. “You will have a choice. Tomorrow. Didn’t I tell you I’d provide you with the full experience first?” 

Suguru steps forward slowly. Each step echoes loudly in your head, the impending doom growing as he moves closer. He stops at the edge of the bed, tilting his head as he towers over you. He drags his eyes down your body and you shiver, feeling as though he’s undressing you with his mind. 

You’re terrified. You know you are. However, somewhere along the route to your brain, your signals may have gotten mixed up. Because for some reason, as he stares down at you, all you can focus on is his dark, flowing hair. His thick, pale arms are crossed across his shirt which is slightly unbuttoned, giving you just enough access to peek inside. You’re aware of the vulnerable situation with your arms locked above your head, but he’s just so captivating that your fear is turning into something else. Your angry stare softens. 

You’re embarrassed. You’ve never thought of anyone this way. Even when you and Naoya began dating, the mere concept of intercourse seemed so far away. Yet as you look up at this tall, dark man, this vampire, all the forbidden thoughts run rampant in your mind. Sensations you didn’t know were possible begin rising through your body. He must’ve spiked your food. He had to have. Right?

“Suguru,” you start meekly, hating how small your voice sounds. He smiles at you expectantly. “Is this going to hurt?”

He shrugs, “A bit. You don’t mind though, right?” 

“I don’t think so,” you say, uncertainly.

His smile grows more menacing as his teeth poke out. Your heart is beating a mile a minute. However, your stomach is fluttering. Your skin is burning hot, and your pussy is getting slicker. You shudder under his pointed gaze. 

Suguru puts one knee down beside you, leaning in close. “Are you sure?” he murmurs, chilled lips brushing against your ear. You tense up as he places a hand on your thigh, seeping the warmth from you. He drags it along your skin ever so slowly, causing an eruption of goosebumps. You breathe heavily, almost in a panicked state as you’re overwhelmed by the circumstances. He stares at your chest, watching it rise and fall with each breath. “Your heart.” 

 “What about it?” You notice his eyes. They’re darkening ever so slightly, pupils growing and irises disappearing as he stares into you. 

“It’s so,” he breathes, suddenly panting, “It’s so loud.” His eyes dart to yours, narrowing. He’s struggling to keep his composure, his hold on your thigh pressing down ever so slightly. His nails begin to dig into your skin, leaving indents. He glances at your neck. 

The tension is disgustingly thick. You’re paralyzed with so many emotions. Terror. Fear. Arousal. It seems that Suguru shares the same feelings. Yet despite his desires, he waits to move. You aren’t sure whether he’s waiting for your approval or if he’s just biding his time. 

“I’ll ask you again,” he whispers. “Are you sure?” 

You tug at your chains one more time as a last ditch effort. They rattle uselessly. You look back to Suguru and nod. 

In an instant, he’s at your lips. But he’s not biting them, he’s kissing them. It happens so fast you don’t see him move till he’s already there. He kisses you with desperation, moving his hand to the side of your neck as he straddles your hips. 

You gasp into his mouth, shocked at the situation, but it’s not long before your body moves automatically, reciprocating his actions. You wish so badly you could touch him, even if his skin is made of ice. Your lips push against his fiercely and he slips his tongue into you. You try to buck your hips up with inexperienced movements, but his thighs firmly hold you down. His cock hardens within his pants, but he pays it no mind, giving his all to your lips. 

You suddenly feel a sharp pain in your bottom lip, and yelp, but your sounds are swallowed by Suguru. He sucks at your lip and you realize he’s already starting to feed. Your eyes widen and you squirm, trying to shut your mouth. 

He pulls away quickly, wiping the corner of his lips. His eyes are pitch black again. He pants quietly, a smile appearing on his face. “Apologies, I got a bit carried away. After that sample back in the forest, I just wanted a quick taste.” 

You shake your head slowly. “It’s okay, I just…I wasn’t ready.” 

Suguru gazes at you with his hollow, voided eyes, tilting his head slightly. “You’ll get used to it. But, of course, I’ll try to be a little more careful.” You nod curtly, dragging your tongue to taste the blood on your swollen lip. He watches your tongue intently, licking his lips. “I would hate to scare you too much.” His eyes flit to yours. “You're not, are you?”

“Not what?” you mumble. 

“Scared.” 

You shake your head slowly.

“Good.” Suguru lowers himself, prying open your legs with two cold hands. He settles between them, pressing your thighs against his hips. You squirm a little, the sound of chains jingling filling the air. He flashes a shiny smile at you, fangs licked clean after being tainted with your blood. 

“What are you doing?” you ask in a hushed tone, struggling against the restraints. 

He reaches into his pants to answer your question, revealing a thick, veiny cock. It flops out between your legs. There’s a bead of precum pooling within the slit, threatening to fall. Your resolve slips away fairly quickly as you blink, staring at it. 

“Playing with my food, of course,” he states matter-of-factly. He hooks his fingers under your waistband, slowly pulling down your clothes. He brings a hand to your underwear, cupping your pussy from outside. His middle finger drags over your clothed clit, brushing small circles around it.

You shift under his heavy stare, feeling acutely aware of how intensely he’s gazing at your pussy. You almost start to wonder where exactly he’s going to take blood from. He continues to rub your clit, licking his lips simultaneously. The slow burn is killing you.

“Just put it in already!” you blurt out unceremoniously. Suguru lifts his gaze, eyes full of mischief. Your face burns hot as the shame starts to set in. 

“My, my,” he tuts, “I had no idea my little treat was so impatient. Don’t you know all good meals must be prepared carefully?” Nevertheless, he glides your panties down, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. 

Suguru lines the tip with your slickened hole, dragging it down to collect the secretions. You begin to writhe at the feeling, your thighs flexing with each delicate touch. He pushes the head in slightly and you gasp, jumping. You attempt to sit up as a reaction, but are quickly stopped by the chains. You curse as the metal digs into your tender skin, and lower back onto the bed. 

Suguru closes the gap between your bodies, using his thighs to force your legs down. “Can’t have you hurting yourself,” he murmurs. Yet the moment he finishes speaking, he thrusts in. 

You shriek at the stretch, back immediately arching off the bed as your pussy pulses, doing its best to mold around his girthy cock. “Fuck!” The chains clank against each other once again.

“How do you feel?” he inquires with a smile as if he didn’t just split you open.

“Um, fine?” You press your lips together tightly, waiting for the pain to turn to pleasure. 

“Good. You’re going to need a distraction for when I feast.” With that, Suguru begins a steady pace, pushing in and out. Your legs tense with each pump, pussy adjusting to the unfamiliar intrusion. You wish so badly your hands were free to touch, grab, feel anything. 

Suguru notices your discomfort, and frowns. If he wants you to stay, this experience has to be a little enjoyable. He pops a finger in his mouth, coating the digit with spit before lowering back to your clit. The sensation that jolts through you as he makes contact with your bundle of nerves is shocking. 

Suddenly his cock is hitting all the right places, rubbing your walls in all the right ways, and as his finger stimulates your clit so perfectly, you find yourself bucking your hips for more. He smiles at the reaction, knowing he’s gotten you right where he wants you.

“Better?” he breathes out.

“S-So much,” you groan, legs trembling as he pushes further in with each thrust. 

Suguru keeps his eyes trained on your face, or so you think. You’re too busy getting your brains fucked out that you barely notice the way his gaze is falling lower and lower down your body. First your eyes, then your lips, then the sweet spot: your neck. But of course, he has to prepare you. After everything, he can’t afford to scare you now.

So instead, he falls straight to your lips, mashing them against his to loosen you up. You pull at the chains, wanting desperately to grab at him. But he more than makes up for it by continuing his attack on your clit, leaving you writhing around with pleasure. You hiss curses into his mouth, feeling how deliciously his cock drags against your virgin walls. You know you’ve never had sex before, but you’re 100% sure that Naoya never would’ve pleased you like this. You find yourself feeling glad that you were thrown into the woods. 

“How’re you feeling?” Suguru asks.

“Good, I’m feeling so, so good,” you babble in a trance-like state. He almost laughs at your response, but instead he chooses to roll his hips deeper. His pelvis presses against yours, a sign that he’s gotten as deep as possible and by god, you are absolutely loving it. You find yourself wondering why sex would’ve ever been considered a sin.

Suguru pulls back to stare at your beautifully fucked-out face, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and leaving only the white part visible, drool threatening to fall past your lips, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth. Fuck, even if he didn’t need your blood to survive, he would keep you just to see this view every single night. 

But, a silent gurgle of the stomach reminds him that he does, in fact, need it, so he carries on. Suguru begins to kiss lower, leaving your lips to press his against your chin, then the bottom of your cheek, then your neck. He stays at your neck for a long time, licking and sucking, not that you notice. You’re too busy spreading your legs wider to accommodate Suguru’s hips slamming into them every second. He’s let up on your clit, but it doesn’t matter anymore. You were hooked.

“Suguru,” you mumble, fluttering your eyelids, doing your best to keep them open. 

“Hmm?” His deep voice pushes vibrations through his lips onto your skin, a feeling that leaves you tickled. You shiver, almost forgetting what you’d wanted to say. 

“Are y-you gonna drink or are you just gonna k-keep staring at me?” you laugh weakly, sentence punctured by heaving breaths. 

Suguru pulls back, clearly surprised by your initiative. You can’t be serious, right? 

But the truth is at some point all the uncertainty and fear turned into something else. Something you’re not exactly sure. Excitement? Pleasure? Joy? Maybe the vampire has finally broken you down. But does it matter? There’s no losing in a situation like this. 

Meanwhile, it’s as though Suguru hears wedding bells go off in his mind. His starvation and lust and desperation all come together to form one extremely prevalent thought: eat.  

With barely a warning, Suguru latches onto your neck, his sharp fangs piercing your skin with ease. His lips enclose around the two fresh wounds that have already started to gush. He can’t waste a single drop. He disregards the clinking chains, the pained gasps escaping your mouth, the convulsing of your body as it instinctively tries to push the predator away. He ignores it all, allowing the more primal part of his brain to take over, moaning loudly when the blood touches his tongue. All the while, he continues to thrust into you, and you’re almost sure he’s picked up the pace, vigorously slamming into you as he’s fueled by the scarlet nectar. 

Your mind doesn’t know what to focus on. Are you in pain? Are you feeling pleasure? Fuck, your legs are beginning to ache, bearing the the impact as Suguru’s hips slam onto you. But wait, your pussy is leaking furiously, because you feel oh so good. So, why is the room starting to spin? 

Suguru has finally pulled away, lips pulled back into the most devastating grin. It’s a vision of gore, a painting that would be tucked away from young children’s eyes from just how horrible it is. His eyes are black as the night sky and zeroed in on your body, as though he’s pinpointing just where to bite next. Blood streams down his lips and chin, allowing little drops to plop down. You flinch as the warm liquid hits you. Your vision blurs, white spots taking over as you look at the dark figure above you. Blood rushes to your head and you can hear it pulse in your ears. 

“Fuck,” Suguru murmurs, caressing the side of your head gently. “You taste so much better than I imagined.” The words of praise do something to you and you squeeze subconsciously, clenching around Suguru’s cock. 

“Mmm,” you mumble incoherently, “Feels good.” 

“Does it? You’re more of a masochist than I thought.” He sounds genuinely impressed. “Well, what do you want?”

You think for a moment, waiting for your eyes to focus and your head to stop pounding. “Wanna finish.”

Suguru tilts his head with a smile, one that crinkles his eyes. “Does that mean I can keep drinking?” 

You nod dumbly. You’ll honestly say yes to anything at this point. Thankfully, he doesn’t ask for more. 

Instead, he actually breaks your chains, holding them between his closed fist and snapping them through brute force. Your arms fall to the bed with a thud, heavy and numb from lack of use. They begin to tingle with static as blood returns to them. You look back to him, shocked. 

He shrugs. “You’re not in any state to be running away right now.” He then smiles, running his tongue over bloodstained teeth. “Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you try. Might be fun trying to hunt my dinner for once.” 

At those words, you instinctively go to touch your wounds, unable to ignore the throbbing pain on the side of your neck any longer, but Suguru grabs your wrist roughly. He makes a tsk, tsk sound at you, shaking his head. 

“Your hands are filthy. If you go to nurse it now, you will surely fall ill before the week is over,” Suguru explains, “And I am not losing you now.” He studies your eyes as you blink back at him. There’s much implication behind that statement that goes unsaid.

With chains still wrapped around your wrists, clanging against one another as you move, you raise your hands to Suguru’s face, cupping it. You wipe at his chin, watching the blood smear onto your thumb. He scans your face intently, as though waiting for your next move. He is pleasantly surprised when you shove your thumb on his lips, putting the bloodied digit straight onto his tongue.

“Drink,” you insist, with a gaze of wide eyes and blown out pupils that could rival even him. 

You do not have to tell him twice.

It happens so fast you don’t even remember blinking. Within an instant, Suguru has pushed your hand away, leaving you to find purchase within his roots. You entangle your fingers within his long hair, hanging on for dear life. His pace has picked up to a speed you didn’t think was possible, fucking in and out of your pussy harder, rougher. His hands grab you by your shoulders, raising your upper body to have your neck meet his lips once again. Your head lolls back as he inhales your blood, suctioning as much as he can. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he hisses, lips gliding easily along your skin with blood as lubricant. “It’s fucking delicious. You’re never leaving this place, not if I can help it.” He fucks into you harder, groaning as your walls continue to pulsate. The taste of you mixed with the absolute bliss he’s receiving downstairs is far too much for him to bear. “I need it. I need you.”

You try to keep your eyes on him, watching dark veins pop out of his forehead and neck through spotty vision. Your arms hang loosely around his neck, muscles weakening as Suguru goes wild, draining a bit too much of your supply. But who are you to stop him? If this is how you die, so be it. At least it’d be more interesting than dying birthing children to that crazy man back home.

With one last pump, Suguru sinks his fangs back into your skin, lower this time. Through all this, it seems your body’s gotten confused between the signals of pain and pleasure–or maybe you really are just a masochist. As he attaches himself to the skin above your collarbone, grounding himself in your body to come, you realize your time has arrived as well. All sorts of obscene noises leave his mouth, groans, grunts, moans. 

Your pussy is unbelievably tight as you climax, milking him for all that he has. Your body feels like it’s on fire, thighs flexing and core tightening as the waves of pleasure crash through you from all angles. He comes hard, the warm ropes shooting deep inside. His eyes roll back, dark pupils disappearing until only the whites of his eyes can be seen. 

As you come down from your high, feeling the cum drip from your hole, only one thought enters your head: this doesn’t feel right. Perhaps it’s your body’s fight or flight finally being put to use, or maybe something’s really wrong.

“Wait,” you whisper. You try to push at his chest to no avail. You doubt he even registered the touch. He continues to suck away at your neck as he rides out his climax, which is starting to feel unbelievably long. “Suguru.” 

Your head is pounding, heart hammering wildly in your chest as you heave to catch your breath. Your vision is nearly gone, white spots overtaking your sight as though you stood up too quickly. A thick layer of sweat forms, the sheen glowing under the dim light. Your limbs have long since fallen to the sides, incapable of grabbing onto him any longer. 

From any other perspective, it would seem as though Suguru was feeding from a corpse, sucking all remaining life from what was once a beautiful young woman. Well, maybe that is what’s happening. 

“Suguru,” you repeat, slightly louder, though your tone is still feeble. 

He quickly pulls back, detaching himself as he holds you up, cradling your sweaty and weak body. He says something in a strong voice with widened eyes, but it's perceived as muffled sounds by your ears. Something out of concern, maybe, but you can only blink back as he rubs at your neck, looking at the blood on his hands. A tinny ringing fills your ears as he continues to shout, laying you down on the bed as he runs out of the room. You barely get a chance to look at the mess he’s made of you before the world goes black.

“Am I dead?” you ask before you open your eyes. 

A low chuckle reaches your ears. “You should be so lucky.” 

You finally look up to see you’re still in the same room. Fully uncuffed, thankfully, though your wrists are rubbed red and raw from pulling on the chains. You try to sit up, but a dull, throbbing pain starts up in your neck, making you shudder. You reach up to your neck and are met with a soft cloth pressed against the skin. You notice that your body is clean. No bodily fluids, no blood. You’re actually wearing his shirt, you realize, an oversized white button up that’s covering you up. 

Suguru stands off to the side, leaning against a stone wall with his arms crossed. Or, is he holding himself back? You can’t tell. His demeanor has gone back to normal. No popping veins, regular pupils, cock all tucked away. He looks how he did when you first saw him. Pale, beautiful, but there’s a different aura to him. A strength he did not possess before that night. You see him in a different light. He’s scary, yes, but also incredible. It’s as though a switch has flipped in your mind. 

He nods to the bedside table, avoiding eye contact to glance at a glass of water sitting atop it. “Drink up.” You take the glass gingerly, taking large gulps. You hadn’t realized you were so thirsty. “Are you alright?" 

“I don’t know. What happened?” 

He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I got out of control. I apologize, really. I thought I was stronger than that.”

You get yourself up through the pain, leaning back against the headboard. “You mean, that wasn’t normal?” 

He shakes his head slowly, disappointed. “I would understand if last night that was far too much. If you choose to leave, that’s okay.”

You think it over for a moment. “Well, I’m still alive, aren’t I?” You offer a small smile, one that’s meant to be comforting but you wince, the muscles pulling at sensitive skin. 

Suguru meets your eyes with a bewildered expression. “I mean, yes, but what happened last night was dangerous. I don’t think I’ve fed like that in years, centuries.” He pauses. “The last time may have been the night I was turned.” 

“That makes me special, huh?” you ask light–heartedly. You turn yourself so that your legs hang over the edge of the bed, swinging them gently. So far, you’re not really hearing any downsides, other than the almost dying part. It’s not like you have anything left for you back home. 

Suguru stares at you in disbelief. “You almost died because I couldn’t control myself. What part of that do you not understand? I have to let you go, for both of our sakes. And what’s with the change of heart? Just earlier you were begging to go home.” 

You think back to your orgasm. Yes, you were half-passed out, but god you had never felt so good in your life. “I’ve gotten the full experience and I’m weighing my options! Besides, we don’t know if it was because of the blood or if I was…” You search for a proper description. “...just really satisfied.”  

You stand up, slightly wobbly. He reacts quickly, holding you steady in the blink of an eye. You look up at his worried expression and laugh, “See? I make you strong and you keep me safe. We work well together.”

He blinks. “I’ve never met someone so unconcerned for their life. You might be an idiot.” 

“Maybe,” you shrug. “But I could be your idiot, and I want to keep helping you. Anyways, I trust you.”

“You should be more wary of our circumstances. You’ll be locked in here with an insatiable vampire. And I can become greedy quite often.” 

You frown. “Now who’s had a change of heart? Was it not you telling me to make an informed decision after one full day? I’m making my decision.”

“No, you’re making a mistake,” he warns, ignoring your other remarks.

You smile up at him, gazing into his violet eyes. “And that’s my mistake to make.”

He narrows his eyes slightly, lips curving up. “Don’t tell me I fucked the common sense out of you.” 

You scoff, “Must you be so crude? Just, please be a little more careful next time.” 

He looks at your neck, regret clear on his face. “I’m so sorry. I will, I promise.”

You poke at his chest with a grin. “Good. Because I intend on feeding you for a long time and I can’t exactly do that if I’m dead.” 

Suguru ponders a thought for a moment, hesitating before he speaks. “I will admit, I’ve never, and I mean never, come so hard. Dead or alive.” 

“You can experience it again, you know.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer till his face is inches away. 

Suguru inhales silently, closing his eyes. He can smell the blood seeping into the cloth. He tries his best to remain composed. Against his better judgment, he nods, smiling when he looks back at you. “What’s the harm? You can always leave if you want, right?” 

“Right!”

You are not leaving.