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Renfield squirmed and whined against the expensive carpet, the material scratching his face and making his skin burn as he repeatedly rocked back and forth on it. Meanwhile Teddy had his fist tightly curled around the back of his neck in return, keeping his face pressed to the floor and forcing him to stay down with an inhumane amount of strength. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, glowing yellow as he deliriously smirked, teeth bared and tongue poking out.
He must've been high and tripping out of his fucking mind from all the cocaine and bugs he had probably ingested earlier before the fight.
« Ooooh i bet it draws you crazy, doesn't it? » he laughed as he relentlessly fucked him, his other hand squeezing his hip and keeping his ass up so he could angle his thrusts even deeper, an obscene sequence of 'clap clap clap clap' echoing loudly in the wide living room, « The fact that Dracula chose me over you, that he loves me more than you ».
Renfield squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed, « T-that's- Aagh! That's n-not true! ».
Teddy gave his ass a harsh spank before digging his nails into the meat and squeezing his cheek like dough, making the other scream, « Oh yeah? How come he abandoned you and ran over to me instead, then? How come he respects me so much more? Uh? ».
Renfield couldn't find the words to reply, so he simply moaned and whined as he resisted the rough pounding he was receiving.
« He doesn't give a shit about you, Robbie! » he spat, his thrusts growing faster, « He never did, you were just a common cheap whore desperate for money who he simply decided to keep around only out of pity and because it would make a great warm hole to fuck! Yer nothing more than a cock sleeve for my master! ».
Renfield shook his head nervously, « N-no, no no no no no no, liar! » he cried, « No, he loves me! He does! H-He respects me a-and- he's always taken good care of me! He loves me! » he yelled at him.
Teddy smirked in disbelief, his thrusts suddenly coming to an alt. Renfield went silent when he realized that his ass was no longer getting abused, the pain in his lower back immediately stopping.
But then a pair of hands suddenly grabbed him by the thighs and rolled him over, the servant gasping as he was harshly manhandled into a new position by the criminal.
He watched in shame and shock as Teddy then grabbed both of his legs and rested them over his shoulders before suddenly leaning forward and literally bending Renfield in half, his cock once again slipping back inside and hitting him even deeper than before, basically making him scream.
« Fucking hell, yer so fucking tight » Teddy growled against his face, brows furrowed in concentration, « Now i see why master has kept you around for so long, hah! Yer all tight and wet like a fucking virgin, almost feels like fucking an actual cunt ».
Renfield couldn't stand this new position, having the criminal literally face to face with him, their noses touching and eyes meeting as he assaulted him. They were so close he feared they could almost kiss.
« Do you perhaps happen to have a womb too? » Teddy suddenly barked with a laugh against his face, « Maybe that's why Dracula has been keeping you alive for so long! You got a little breeding room in there to collect all the loads of cum he dumped inside of you over the past century? » he taunted, one hand coming up to pinch and squeeze cruelly at his stomach.
« What are you, his little breeding puppet? Uh? A empty husk for him to fill with nothing but sperm to the brim? » the criminal went on, repeatedly insulting him and humiliating him to the point of tears, « Bet your brains are so fucked and sloshing with vampire cum that you can't even function like a normal human being anymore ».
The servant closed his eyes while tears ran down his cheeks, he couldn't bear to see his stupid satisfied face anymore, couldn't bear to hear the horrible things he was saying about him. « It's over, Robbie. Your master doesn't care about you anymore, he no longer sees any use for your pathetic whored out body » he hissed, « I'm in charge now, understand? I'm Dracula's favourite familiar ».
Renfield then gasped as he felt Teddy's hands suddenly curling around his neck, fingers pressing into the skin, squeezing right on his windpipe. « Y-you're- w-wrong-! W-wrong! » he gasped, struggling for air, eyes red and filled with tears, « Y-you d-don't know him like i do! You d-don't know-...anything a-about him! ».
The criminal slooowly rolled his hips into a circular motion in return, his cock stirring deep in his guts and basically making him see stars, that along with the delicious feeling of fear and dread from nearly choking to death made Renfield literally roll his eyes in the back of his skull.
« If you know him so well and you're so sure about his love for you then why don't you call him over and ask him to help you? Uh? » he growled, licking his lips in pure bliss, « C'mon, call your beloved master! Let's see if he's willing to come over here and rescue you! ».
Renfield was turning blue-ish from air loss, mouth wide open and eyes rolled back as he desperately tried to call for the only creature who could've ever saved him from this certain death.
« M-maste-...».
His words got harshly interrupted as he choked when Teddy grotesquely spat in his open mouth, letting his spit swing around the roof of his palate before suddenly bending over and filling his mouth with his tongue as well.
It wasn't a kiss, it was a brutal and animalistic way of showing him who was in command now, who dominated who…who was the follower and who was the food.
He lapped around the walls of his mouth like a dog, licking at his teeth, his chapped lips, his own tongue. They moaned in unison at the feeling, Teddy taking advantage of his lax jaw to explore the depths of his mouth with his tongue.
« M-Mast-...t-ter » the servant kept babbling between laboured gasps for air and the wet noises of their tongues colliding together, « -ster…pl-plea..se ». The criminal eventually pulled away, breaking their 'kiss' with a groan, lips still connected with a string of spit.
« I'm gonna cum » he said, « I'm gonna fill you up like a fucking fleshlight, and then- Ahh- then I'm gonna fucking kill you, I'm gonna cum inside your guts and then stab them until they're nothing but disgusting red mush ».
Renfield felt light headed, the room around him spinning and his vision going foggy, the entire lower half of his body spasming in pain, his muscles burning from being bent in half for too long.
In his last moments of consciousness all he could see was the face of Teddy scrunching up with a wicked grin, eyes glowing as he finally came inside him, his cum filling him up like liquid fire. And then an obscure, dreadful cloud of bats suddenly appeared right behind his back, a tall and intimidating figure emerging from the smoke and the shadows of each dark fluttering wing.
His eyes fought to stay open as he suddenly saw a pale, clawed hand brutally punching right through Teddy's chest from behind him, breaking his ribcage and puncturing through the lungs.
A cascade of blood instantly poured between their bodies, warm and thick; Renfield watched in horror and fear as Teddy's body was then immediately snatched away from his, his now flaccid cock slipping out of him and leaving his sore hole gaping around nothing.
« You repulsive creature » the familiar voice of Dracula made his heart throb, eyes fighting to be able to see him through all the tears and the motion sickness. « Goes to show that your sickening kind cannot ever be trusted ».
Dracula was holding Teddy high in the air by the hole he tore in his chest, almost like a puppet, meanwhile the other hand quickly flew forward to violently pierce through his eye sockets with his claws. He then heard a gut wrecking scream from the criminal, the vampire immediately grabbing his head with both hands before suddenly breaking it in half like a literal coconut, brains and cranial bones splattering and exploding everywhere on top of the expensive carpet.
Dracula then threw Teddy's gorey carcass far away on the opposite end of the wide room, gracefully wiping his hands on a tissue afterwards as if even his blood could've repelled his skin. « M-master » Renfield cried in joy from the floor, blue eyes sparkling as they looked up at him almost like he had just seen a vision…a God.
The servant ignored every single ache and sharp pain that his body signaled to his brain as he immediately threw himself on his knees to hug the vampire's legs, sobbing onto them.
He felt his master's slim, sharp hand slowly running through his blood-spattered hair, « Hush pet, i suppose you've suffered enough for today ».
Renfield instinctively grabbed his pale hand and began to reverently kiss it, lips kissing almost desperately every inch of his hand he could possibly reach, even his rings.
He wanted to desperately worship him, honor the ground he walked on, hell, he would've kissed his leather shoes too if he allowed him to.
He wanted to show him how immensely grateful he felt, how devoted he was to him, how much he would've literally died for him.
Renfield opened his mouth to murmur his gratitude between kisses as he worshipped his hand, but the adrenaline kick suddenly left and before he even knew it, the servant instantly fainted to the floor, still covered in cum, sweat and blood.
Dracula signed as he looked in slight disgust and pity at the abused and passed out body of his familiar laying at his feet; looks like he was going to have to carry him all the way back to their lair once again.
A few hours later and when Renfield finally opened his eyes again he found himself naked and splayed on top of his master's bed, red sheets of silk underneath him and the smell of incense heavy in the air.
He groaned in pain before eventually looking down and realizing that his master was kneeling on the mattress right in front of him, keeping his legs wide open while one hand kept curling and scissoring his fingers inside of him.
He whined and slightly squirmed around, almost attempting to escape from the overwhelming sensation, but Dracula was quick to immediately give a harsh slap to his thigh, immobilizing him instantly.
« Stay still, do i need to remind you that this was all your fault? You're the only one to blame for your own suffering, Renfield » he said with his monotonous voice, « If you hadn't betrayed me and ran off to be a whore this would've never happened ».
Renfield nearly screamed when he felt now three of his slim fingers stirring around deep in his ass, his long claws scratching the walls of his insides.
« I-I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry- Ahh! » the servant rushed to apologise, head thrashing left and right among the sheets, « Y-You were right, i-i was just a dumb whore a-and i should've never abandoned you, never ever ever ever ever ever » he sobbed.
Dracula rolled his eyes in return, almost like he couldn't physically bear all that pathetic whining.
« Please, spare me all that pitiful bitch whining, Renfield. Instead do something actually useful and stretch wider, why don't you? » he said, almost all of his fingers fitting through his abused hole now, « I need to scrape out of you every single possible particle of fluid that that disgusting animal left behind. I need your body to be pure and clean again for me to use, i want your guts to exclusively host nothing but my own semen and nobody else's. Because you are mine, Renfield. Mine ». The servant nodded desperately, face red and wet with tears, « -Ster…h-hurts…» he squeaked.
Dracula completely ignored his cries as he kept digging deeper and scooping out any trace of cum he could find inside him, a pure look of disgust on his face whenever he thought of the fact that somebody else other than him dared to touch him or claim him.
Well no matter, that rat was dead now.
That agony seemed to go on for hours for Renfield, even though in reality it took less than thirty minutes for the vampire to completely clean off his insides, making them pure and virgin for him to desecrate again and again.
Only for him, for his own pleasure, for his own desires. Renfield's body was his property, and he owned every single inch of his pathetic human soul.
« All done » the vampire then exclaimed in an off-character high pitched tone, pretty satisfied with himself as he gave one final slap to his ass before getting off the bed.
In his barely conscious state, Renfield heard some rustling and footsteps around the room before he felt something warm and wet pouring all over his perineum and rim. Through half lidded eyes all he could see was his master pouring his own black blood all over his sore and scratched skin from a little vial, his insides and his abused rim suddenly healing and going back to normal, clean and virgin tight once again.
« I trust this will be a sufficient lesson for you to never commit the same mistake again, correct? » the vampire said while pouring the liquid over his sore and bruised neck too, the signs where Teddy tried to strangle him quickly disappearing, « This is why you should never dare to leave my side ever again, Renfield. Because you need me, you need my protection, my shelter, my care…».
The servant felt his body slowly coming back to life, no longer feeling tired or bruised or exhausted, his eyes now wide open and shiny as they looked up at Dracula in full adoration.
« Because you'd be lost without me, you wouldn't be able to take care of yourself on your own, I'm your only salvation…your only hope ». Renfield looked at his sharp fangs revealing between cold, ebony lips and suddenly he felt devoured by the carnal need to kiss them, to kiss him whole, to worship and adore his entire being.
Just like he was meant to do.
'I love you'
Dracula could read his thoughts, but instead of looking pleased with it he simply ran a slow claw along his pale neck, « If you dare to betray me with someone else like that again I'll behead you and hang your pretty head on the wall…understood? ».
The logic didn't make a lot of sense to him considering that he never really meant to "abandon him for somebody else", it was actually Dracula who forsaken him first to make Teddy his new familiar.
But he decided not to stress too much over it, they were reunited together once again and this time nothing could ever convince him to doubt or leave his master ever again.
« I understand completely Master, you have my word ».
That's when the vampire finally smirked satisfied, « Good » he cooed before suddenly slapping him across the face, his skin stinging from the rings hitting his cheekbone. The servant immediately brought a hand to his burning cheek, shock but strangely arousal painted over his face.
That was a good sign, wasn't it? If his master hit him then it meant that he really was worthy of his attention, his jealousy, his rage…his "love".
« I'll go get a glass of blood martini » the vampire informed while calmly readjusting his elegant night robe, « And when i come back i want to find you bent over and ready for me. I want to claim your body as mine again ».
Renfield had a stupid little smile on his lips as he watched him leave the room.
Yes, this is exactly how things were meant to be, for him…for both of them.
And he couldn't be happier.