vampire au meme

[memety]

Your characters are now vampires, one is the sire and one is the sired. Play out the relationship that results from this!

- Post your characters, name | series | preferences in the subject.
- Go to RNG for their role. Note it somewhere or roll for each individual response.
- Others respond after going to RNG and getting a prompt.


RELATIONSHIP
1. Sire.
2. Sired.



SCENES

I.
1. teacher/mentor | you have to teach your newly created vampire the ropes.
2. resented | the vampire you created resents you for what you made them. can you work it out?
3. tracked down | you're being tracked down and hunted and the only thing that matters is keeping the vampire you created safe and vice versa.
4. injured | one of you has been injured and is in need of some blood.
5. before | you're giving your potential child an option to become like you... or maybe you
6. wildcard | missed something? want to combine options? go ahead.

II.
1. first time | you're confessing your love for your creator or the vampire you helped create.
2. prey | you have to show the other the art of hunting and preying on humans for food, how to seduce them.
3. sharing | maybe one of you is reluctant to drink from humans, but it works just as well from your lover or maybe you just got carried away in the throes of passion.
4. gift | a gift of food to feed on or a literal gift, you like to spoil the other.
5. dedication | you need the other to know how important they really are to you.
6. wildcard | missed something? want to combine options? go ahead.

III.
1. torture | they disobeyed you and it's time to pay.
2. no spelled y-e-s | they don't want to be like you, but you'll make them into a vampire anyway.
3. mine | the other is yours, only yours, and you will claimed them.
4. trapped | you're trapped in physical danger or about to be set out to burn. can you get out of it? or can you only save one?
5. fight | verbal or physical, you are at each other's throats.
6. wildcard | missed something? want to combine options? go ahead.

Comments

[abeneplacito]

"What I really want is for you to uncuff me and get the hell out."

Yeah, nice try, kid. But while Ben's body might disagree, his head wasn't changing its mind on the matter. It didn't matter that Lindsey knew the right places to touch and move, what mattered was that this whole event made him feel like he was going to be sick.

This had never been a problem before. None of the kids had been so deluded and desperate as to try to fuck themselves on him. Most of them tried to bolt the instant they knew they were not getting paid.

[hartandsouled]

Except unbeknownst to the cop, Lindsey was getting paid, handsomely, with everything he wanted. It wasn't as if the human was in any position to stop him from taking it all.

"Your tune will change," he murmured before he leaned down for a second attempt at a kiss on the blindfolded man. It didn't matter that even now the cop was resisting and keeping his mouth clamped, all Lindsey did was worry at that cut from earlier to get another taste of the main dish tonight.

"You should think happy thoughts," he murmured. Then all of a sudden, his weight and presence was gone and the cop was left with his hard on alone. Seconds later there, the cop will find himself suddenly taken into a cool, wet, but perfectly willing mouth that was nothing like he ever experienced before. Lindsey took him in so quickly and deeply that it seemed like the boy didn't even need to breathe.

[abeneplacito]

Ben arched off the bed with a gasp. He had not been expecting that. The kid's mouth wasn't a hot, wet, unwelcome pressure around his cock. It was shockingly cool, as if he had just drank ice water. The cop reasoned that that had to be what he'd done and a staggered groan left his lips.

No. God, fuck no. His eyes were closed tight behind the blindfold, his breathing already ragged as his cock all too willingly betrayed his own interests. He had to detach himself from this. Go somewhere else in his mind.

His ex- or that guy at the bar. The one with the curly, dirty-blonde hair and the puppy dog eyes who'd tried to pick him up. He should have gone home with him rather than back on the job, but he was on duty.

He tried to replace the image of Lindsey in his head with the guy from the bar instead, swallowing as he forced himself not to think about the kid sucking him off.

There would be no reasoning with him. He was too determined, and disturbingly strong for one so young.

[hartandsouled]

The cop shouldn't have tried to work a sting with him, shouldn't have even gotten involved. Lindsey was determined, and he was hungry for pumped blood.

As the smooth heat pulsed in his mouth, it was all he could do to keep in his human face while he sucked the man off. So much food pooled in his mouth and he was only playing with it, letting it slide in and out and swallowing at it around that meaty skin.

He fondled the man with experienced hands, and when he felt the little sacs tighten in his hand, he pulled back, letting the length slide completely out of his mouth with a wet sounding plop.

"You're delicious," Lindsey murmured as he took up stroking the cop's slick arousal, pumping it towards finish while directing its head upwards. "You got hard so fast, bet you never knew you had a secret kink for kids." He hoped the cop was a strong as he looked, he wanted to see him spray himself with cum.

[abeneplacito]

It was really impeding his detachment, the way Lindsey kept talking. Ben couldn't focus on not liking it and not remembering who was doing this to him, when the little prick wouldn't shut up. He grimaced, but the expression faltered when his hips jerked, forcing him to thrust into Lindsey's hand.

He twisted his wrists in the cuffs until there was blood trailing down his arm, focusing on the pain, rather than the pleasure. If Lindsey wanted to fuck with his brain he was going to have to put a lot of effort into it. Because Ben wasn't giving up just because his body had.

He stilled, going rigid and stiff against the bed, panting with the effort of holding still, and pulled on his wrists harder still, purposefully bruising and cutting into his skin.

"Fuck you, you sick bastard. I was trying to help you."

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey stopped when the strong aroma of aroused blood permeated the air when the cop tore the skin off his wrists. He moaned softly almost in a pleasured noise when he scented the blood, and temporarily pausing in pumping the man, Lindsey stretched out and lapped at the blood dripping down the arm.

When he moaned again, it was practically like someone in the midst of orgasm.

"Cops never help," Lindsey murmured between laps of the crimson liquid that created bloody smudges over the creamy skin. "They just take kids away and make it worse for everyone around."

The pumping started again, slowly at first then picking up speed and strength when Lindsey latched onto the wounded wrist near the cuffs. His free hand was used to pin the thrashing cop down as he jacked the older man to completion with motions as familiar as if he was masturbating himself.

[abeneplacito]

Ben shuddered at the tongue and lips over his wounded skin. It stung at first and then the little bastard was sucking at his wounds. This kid was even more messed up than he had originally thought.

Whatever retort he might have managed was cut off though. A pained moan left his lips and his hips began moving into those strokes of their own accord. No. Nonono. He was not going to come to some messed up in the head kid jacking him off. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

But none of that self denial mattered. Ben's head tilted back, his breath coming in sharp, short pants at his efforts to distract himself faltered and then failed.

He was thrusting into the strokes with no real control, small, half strangled sounds of pleasure leaving his lips until he could resist no more.

His cock twitched and pulsed in Lindsey's hand when he came, a sound more a defeated sob than anything else, buried in a moan as his cum shot across his own torso in strings of white, sticky mess.

He collapsed against the hotel bed, his cock still leaking some last bit of cum as he gulped in a lungful of air, mind hazy and unfocused.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey suckled at the wound a bit longer until the cop's body gave itself up. Chuckling, the vampire watched as the ropes of milky beige jetted out to spurt over the open chest and shirt, his own hand milking the manhood until the last dribble was squeezed out.

He swiped a finger along the trail of thick goop on the cop's chest and grinned when he saw some of it even splattered onto the guy's chin. He took his finger and smeared it over those split lips.

"How does your perversion taste? You just came for a kid."

Satisfied, Lindsey vamped out and leaned in to lick the man's neck. With the familiar scent of musk now covering everything like the smell of sugar in a candy store, the young vampire, with great relish, bit into the side of the cop's neck. The trickle of blood in the wrists was a great appetizer, but it was nothing compared to the main course.

[abeneplacito]

Ben was disgusted, but not with himself. Yes, the sick bastard had brought him off, but that was just a physical reaction to stimulus. He wasn't attracted to the id. He didn't get off to a kid pumping his cock. He got off to the pressure/pleasure his body reacted to. It was the kid who disgusted him.

He was beyond the misconceptions of a troubled youth. He was full on psychotic. Chaining up a cop and trying to more or less rape him.

"You had nothing to do with th-"

His sentence died on his lips in a low, surprised cry and another shudder as teeth sank into his neck,his eyes going wide beneath the blindfold, and his over-stimulated, exhausted body giving no resistance whatsoever.

"What-" But Ben didn't finish his question, groaning as he felt his blood being pulled from his body by the mouth on his neck.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey drank slow and steady, savoring the taste of that flavorful blood and pulling it slowly from the vessels that housed it. Fortunate for the human, it usually hurt less, may even be another level of pleasure altogether, when he drank slow like that. It allowed him to taste all the flavors in it and enjoy it to its fullest, undiluted by the shivering fear of a victim in pain from his drinking.

When he thought he heart sound stressed, Lindsey stopped and pulled back, licking his lips of the last traces of crimson. The cop really was delicious and it was a real effort to pull back rather than take the rest.

"Mmmmmm. You're so sweet, you know that?" He leaned down and licked at the neck again, running his tongue along it a few times to get the taste out of it and close the wound again.

"If I had more time, I'd be sucking you off until you're dry and out."