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The harvest for human blood had not been bountiful this time of year, when snow iced the grass and the ice minted the air.
Vampires were not affected by such weather, but humans found the weather so bitter and unpleasant that they cooped themselves inside their suffocating cottages and only came out when their fridges needed restocked.
Of course, there was always the option of slipping through a window, or falling down the chimney in Santa Claus style, but Wanderer was no master of stealth. His brute appearance and overbearingly massive form was damn near impossible not to notice, even if his skin was as pallid as the snow.
He was no smaller as a bat, either. Though a creature as cute as the ones that slept upside down in caves would have been much more pleasant than a bloodthirsty vampire, they still held parasitic diseases that scared humans.
So, to sum up his situation, he was fucked and hungry.
The night was dark and long and the snow came down in a flurry as he walked, his boots crunching the snow beneath his soles as he marched through the snowy hills of the forest, his hot breath coming out in a fog of smoke. He’d been returning from his journey to one of the villages, another unsuccessful hunt leaving him hankering for anything he could find.
Animals went into hibernation, but deer and rabbits still grazed the grass beneath the snow. If some spear of luck could strike him, he’d be satisfied and grateful for the next few days from the refreshing flavors of blood… but it seemed like nothing was in sight.
“Damn it all.”Wanderer growled beneath his breath, flexing his freezing hands. He’d been walking for awhile, but it seemed as though no animals were around to sink his teeth into. With little hope left to give, Wanderer debated doing what he always did during these desperate times and return to the outskirts of the village, sit and wait for someone unsuspecting to come out, then pounce…
But it seemed that the luck he’d been preying upon was granted to him when a bird’s coo was heard from above him.
His head snapped up, a barn owl of unnatural color staring back down at him. Her eyes were solid blue, with one closed shut while she tilted her head side to side to inspect the vampire. Wanderer licked his lips at just how plump she was… There must have been a ton of blood beneath her skin and feathers…
“‘Ere birdy birdy...” Wanderer called, clicking his tongue at her before he cooed to her in a mock owl calling. She stayed in the same spot, still observing him with those unblinking eyes, as the vampire made a fool of himself trying to communicate with her.
Wanderer’s patience quickly thinned, but acting too fast would certainly scare her away. He approached the tree she perched on, his sharp nails chipping at the wood as he pondered how to reach her without sending her flying off. Climbing the tree would probably be his only option, though he really didn’t want to do that.
As he lifted his boot to press against the bottom of the bark, his arms raising up to hoist himself up the tree, the owl was taking off. Wanderer quickly abandoned trying to scale it in favor of chasing after her as she flew through the trees, staying in the vampire’s line of sight through the darkness.
He didn’t stop until the owl flew into a narrow opening of trees, vines that created an uncanny archway making way into an outcove Wanderer didn’t first realize was there at first. His heels dug into the dirt and snow as he paused for a moment, debating on whether or not following her would be wise.
In the end, his growling stomach made the choice for him, and he followed her inside.
Behind the archway was more overgrowth and snow… but it was much neater than the rest of the forest, well maintained by… something. Wanderer looked around the unfamiliar area of woods, before the sound of flocking feathers came from above and that teal creature was hovering ahead of him…
Up until she reached a large treehouse that was very clearly lived in.
Blue lights illuminated out of wooden windows, lanterns lit by a matching flame illuminating against the crystal snow and the rest of the tree. It looked magical, was magical, and the owl that led him here matched its strange hue. Strangely enough, he didn’t feel intimidated or unwelcomed by it… Rather, he found himself curious to investigate it.
Wanderer approached the tree, a stairwell that wound the side carefully carved and made with love inviting him up. He was cautious with his approach, ducking his head beneath waving lanterns and stray branches that stuck out until he reached the top of the treehouse, a wooden porch decorated in plants and windchimes swinging in the wind inviting him inside the opening that lacked a door.
Instead of a door, a curtain made of beads swung and clacked against each other with the blow of the wind. Wanderer pushed his hand against them to peek his head inside, his hollow black eyes widening upon seeing the shelves of books that lined the wall, the small kitchen, small dining room, and a nest of pillows and blankets in what he assumed to be a living room area.
“Hello? Anyone live in this place?” Wanderer called. If he was going to invite himself into the house, he mide as well make his presence known rather than barge in as an intruder. He looked around at the many antique appearing items delicately placed between open spaces on the bookshelves and tabletops, running his gloved fingers along surfaces clean of dust when something from out the corner of his eye shifted.
It was the owl he had been persistent on chasing, but now, instead of perching on her lonesome, she sat upon the shoulder of a chubby man dressed in black and decorated by feathers. They stood at the bottom of another winding staircase that led up to the second floor, surprised but seemingly not scared of Wanderer’s overbearing presence. The vampire couldn’t help but stare at his obvious curves and plump figure.
Perhaps the rational response to seeing someone who didn’t belong inside your home would have been to panic, but the man smiled almost as tenderly as if Wanderer had a familiar face he’d seen a thousand times before. “Do you wander into every corner of the forest you see?” he teased lightly, his voice deep and silky smooth. The vampire felt his heart pound against his chest.
“That’s partly my thing.” He retorted with a smirk. The shorter man laughed softly, reaching a hand up to stroke the feathers of his owl. “Ya aren’t surprised by my presence?” The vampire then asked, confused by the lack of concern he had for his invasion, but he shook his head in response.
“I am not surprised at all. In fact, I was expecting you. My child guided you to me. You are a guest in my treehouse.” He said, gesturing his hand to all that was around them. Wanderer raised a brow, glaring to the bird at his shoulder who’s bottom eyelids raised in a cheeky way, as though she was proud of herself for leading him on. Her intelligence on guiding him here was impressive, but had he gotten his claws on her, she would have been a dead carcass in the snow.
“A guest? Ya don’t even know who I am.” He retorted, before the owl man smiled with a nod of his head. “You would be right, I do not, but now would be a good time to get to know each other… no?” he offered, stepping closer to Wanderer with the smallest sway of his heavy hips. God, he had a body that could kill.
Wanderer almost lost himself in those few seconds of motion from the other, before a hand was being lended out to him for shaking. “I am Night Owl, the watcher of this forest. I could sense your hunger, I wanted to help you…” he hummed. The vampire raised his brows at the generosity. No human had ever showed him a lick of kindness without expecting something in return… but he supposed this man, Night Owl, was anything but human if his intuition was that good.
“And what’s the catch?” Wanderer asked, knitting his brows slightly with a bitterness in his question. Night Owl tilted his head with his plump lips curving into a slight frown. “Catch? There is no catch. I simply wish to help you… Is that so wrong of me?” he asked, light sarcasm in his voice. Wanderer bit his tongue in thought, never once breaking eye contact with the solid blues that stared back at him.
“You must not receive help all that much, do you… Humans are not so kind to people like us.” Night Owl sighed. The statement stunned the vampire a little, entering a personal zone that the other seemed entirely comfortable going in… so he decided to humor the conversation a little.
“What have they done to you?” Wanderer asked, and the shorter man shrugged his shoulders with a soft, sharp inhale. “Well,” he started on his exhale, “I am… not entirely human, as you can see. It made my people afraid of me… My own mother feared me.” His eyes drooped in sadness as he glanced away, the knit in Wanderer’s brows softening. “My child found me in the woods when I was young… Or so, I first found her. But she helped me embrace the part of me I could not.” he said with a certain fondness.
“It’s a special thing, to have a close bond with something that grounds you to this hateful world we’re forced to live amongst. Stuck here, with no easy way out.” Night Owl continued. Wanderer had to bite his red tongue, for a single touch of sunlight could burn him out like acid, in favor of the wise owl who must have tested his ways out at some point in his briefly spoken harsh life.
“M’sorry.” Wanderer simply responded. “At least ya have yer… child… with ya. I’ve been wanderin’ since the kingdom I once lived with my mother in burned down to a crisp.” The vampire mumbled, gesturing to the aquamarine owl with a lump in his throat that came with the cringe of oversharing his situation.
The feathers above Night Owl’s eyes fell apart in a commiserate way. “How awful…” he sighed, placing a hand over his heart as though he were mourning his loss. Wanderer wondered if it was some kind of mock, but the other didn’t hold judgment in those mystical deep blues. Wanderer also wondered if it would be possible for the man to hold even an ounce of it. He sympathized, a gesture of reciprocation Wanderer was not familiar with.
Silence then filled the treehouse, a steady chirp of crickets from outside keeping things from becoming too suffocating.
“Well…” Wanderer spoke up, and just as he did his stomach rumbled, making the vampire’s sharp expression turn softer as a light shade of pink dusted his pale skin.
“Oh! My… I almost forgot.” The birdman hummed, “Let’s get you fed. Perhaps my nest would be the most comfortable spot to proceed.” he said, offering his hand to the vampire who paused in debate before hesitantly taking it. Why his nest of all places Wanderer couldn’t answer, but he had an inkling that he was either falling into a trap after being deceived with pity, or getting more than what he bargained for.
He swallowed thickly at the lewd thoughts that crossed his mind in that moment. Night Owl walked in front of him, his big and plump ass shifting with his elegant walk, and his hands looked so small compared to his own, with a round chest that looked more like breasts than pecs. His love handles looked so grabbable, the fat on his tummy soft as it was visible beneath his robes…
Wanderer felt ashamed for staring at the man who was about to feed him this way, but his cock still twitched with interest on what he looked like beneath all that black cloth and soft feather.
The birdman led him past an oak doorway that used a blue crystal bead curtain as a door. Inside were shelf-walls decorated by many antique looking spell books with a lot of whatchamacallits and thingamabobs between the spacing. From the roof hung tapestries and lanterns lit by blue flames, and a canopy in the center that framed the large nest that took up a large percentage of the room.
Wanderer whistled at the mysterious yet calming atmosphere. It smelt strongly of burning essence and the man in front of him… a mix of cedrus, jasmine, and amber. “Nice place ya got… and ya live ‘ere all alone?” The vampire decided to ask.
“That would be correct.” The Night Owl hummed, walking to his nest which he carefully pulled his shoes off at the end of, before dropping his hood and unclasping the shawl around his shoulders. It dropped with such an odd grace that the vampire’s growing arousal spiked even more, along with the reveal of his curly, soft white hair.
The birdman smiled gently, looking over his shoulder as he stepped into the bed of soft materials, sitting down in the center and laying back against the many decorative pillows. “Come, make yourself comfortable.” he beckoned. The vampire didn’t need to be told twice.
He took his hat and shoes off as well, and joined the man in his nest. “This ain’t… necessary, ya know. I wouldn’t have minded just takin’ some at yer doorway.” Wanderer snorted, but Night Owl’s smile turned into something more of a smirk. “Of course I know… I just thought, perhaps, you’d like a place where you can take something more?”
Night Owl then shifted his hand down his body, watching as Wanderer’s red orbs followed the slow movement. Down the curves of his breast and tummy, to the top of his deliciously thick thighs that the vampire wanted to seep his teeth deeply into. He could already feel his tongue growing wet as his mouth watered at the thought of the soft skin hidden beneath, but his curiosity would soon be answered as long as he was patient with the generous stranger. If he was enough of a freak to sleep with a vampire, then he was sure getting bit in places other than his neck wouldn’t be that more of a problem.
“Are ya sure ya wanna do this?” Wanderer decided to ask, against his better judgment. “Mmn… I wouldn’t have invited you this close if I didn’t.” Night Owl cooed, reaching over to grab the vampire’s hand before he placed it atop his thigh. “Perhaps you could call me a liar for saying I’d feed you without wanting something in return.” he joked lightly, making Wanderer snort. “A good feedin’ with a good fuckin’ sounds like the perfect meal to me, baby.”
Night Owl cooed at the nickname, before he leaned into Wanderer with want. The vampire met his lips feverishly, soft and plump against his dryer and thinner ones. With fumbling hands, the vampire reached up to strip Night Owl of his robes, unclasping the steady locks down until his breast spilled out from behind the black cloth, and just as Wanderer had expected, his soft breast with two perfectly hard pink nipples were there for him to marvel… but beneath the graspable mounds of flesh were scars of neon blue, matching his eyes.
When they pulled back, the task at hand was resumed. “Tell me, what’s your true name?” Night Owl asked almost breathlessly, forcing Wanderer’s attention back to his round eyes. “Norton.” The vampire responded without hesitation, his hand coming up to touch one of his plump breasts. Night Owl’s breath hitched at the contact while he arched his back into the pleasant touch of cold fingers and coffin shaped nails.
“Norton…” The birdman breathed, his beautiful eyes fluttering closed. “What an interesting name… I like it very much.”
Norton grinned gently. “And yers?”
“Eli…” He breathed, his hand coming up to cup the back of Norton’s. “You may call me Eli.”
The vampire nodded, before he leaned in to kiss his lips again, with additional tongue this time that went greatly to Eli. The touch of his sharp teeth made the birdman coo, a shiver of arousal rushing through him at the sheer danger they posed had they poked the wrong part of his body.
Norton pushed Eli back into his nest, slowly shifting his weight on top of the smaller man while he continued to unbutton the rest of his attire. “Yer quite naughty, Eli. Do ya present like this fer every stranger ya meet, or am I jus’ special?” the vampire teased, the Night Owl pudgy, round stomach fluttering beneath Norton’s cold touch.
“Call yourself special… I usually do not let my body be taken so easily.” He sighed, lifting a hand to admire Wanderer’s big chest. His pecs felt firm, but it was difficult to tell with how tough his armor was on his shoulders. “Mmn, well, I’ll take feelin’ special. I can tell this body was made fer someone to feast on… Well preserved, no marks from other vampires eatin’ ya up.” Norton teased, his hand further drifting down to touch Eli at his crotch.
As he guided his hand over his briefs, there was simply a wet and smooth surface… no bulge (other than something soft protruding) presented beneath his cotton underwear. With the reveal of his soft breast with some kind of reduction, Norton pieced the puzzle together quickly that the man had a fat pussy in replacement of a fat cock.
The touch on his intimates made Eli gasp. “Yer all wet.” The vampire whispered, making the smaller laugh breathlessly. “My body is preparing itself for you…” he hummed, rolling his hips up into Norton’s touch. The vampire grinned, before he pulled his hand away and placed the hand he’d been touching Eli with over the one the Night Owl placed on his chest.
“Please, my lonely Wanderer… Will you strip yourself for me?” Eli asked softly. Norton didn’t have to be asked twice.
“With pleasure, darlin.’” He hummed, beginning to strip from his own attire. His armor fell from his body, along with his suspenders and blood red shirt, with some assistance with his lover in taking his slacks off. He was left in black socks and red boxers, which he hooked his thumbs beneath as Eli admired his large pecs.
The other man’s stare made the vampire’s face flush a shade of red. “Oh, goodness…” Night Owl cooed, his feathers fluffing in arousal. “Your body… It is beautiful.” The compliment made Norton’s lip quirk up in appreciation, the warmer hands of Eli that wandered his hairy chest, pierced nipples and strong abs making him feel right at home.
“Yer beautiful too, Eli. I ain’t ever seen a body as thick and delicious as yers…” he sighed, before he began to tug at his boxers. He was half hard already, and the other had taken quick notice as the hand that fondled his pecs ran down his belly and into the thick happy trail he sported.
With a quick motion, Norton’s boxers were coming off and his thick, hard, cut cock came springing out. Eli’s lips parted in surprise, and his tongue watered with want.
“It’s so big…” He hummed, reaching his hand forward to stroke him. Norton hissed in the sudden spike of relief and pleasure, Eli’s warm and curious hand wrapping around him with the foreknowledge of smearing his pre to make sliding down the length easier.
“Mmn… Eli…” Norton groaned. Eli smiled sweetly, starting to rub up and down in a more consistent rhythm until he had stroked the vampire to full hardness. He came to about ten inches with his cock hard.
“I’m quite impressed, I have never had such a large partner before…” Eli mused, staring up at the vampire that bit his lip with a single fang. “Well, m’happy I can be yer first…” he breathed, rocking into the hand that thumbed along the thick veins of his cock. Eli was effectively humored by Norton’s cute comebacks, and he decided to show just how much the vampire had slithered into his heart with the way he leaned back and helped the man slot his hard cock against his clothed folds. Norton could see the white, curly public hair poking beneath the man’s briefs.
“Yer pussy is so hot…” Norton groaned, rutting against him as Eli rocked his hips back. “Mmnh… It awaits you, my wanderer.” he cooed, to which Norton growled low at and brought his hands to take his underwear off… but he was no ravenous beast.
“May I?” he politely asked, and a nod from Eli had him tearing the cloth off to reveal his engorged clit that poked from between the top of his fat pussy, all crowned by snow white hair.
“Holy shit…” Norton huffed, mesmerized by the sight. Eli’s cheeks tinted a shade at his marveling, and he reached down to pull the lips of his pussy apart to show the man what awaited him within.
Norton huffed, his stomach growling in need as his penis throbbed in want. He lurched onto Eli, trying his best to keep what was still contained of him inside, but now that his stomach was finally catching up to his head he realized Eli’s scent was much more alluring now than before. Eli was pleasantly surprised by the action, the vampire stuffing his face into his neck as his hard and throbbing cock slapped against his cunt.
“Eli, my Night Owl… Please let me have ya.” He huffed.
Eli smiled gently. “Help yourself, my lone Wanderer.”
Norton was quick to position his cock at the man’s entrance, pushing in eagerly while he searched for a spot on Eli’s neck to bite. The smaller man gasped and moaned out at the harsh stretch, using some magic last minute to help with the pain of his entrance being stretched out by something so large. They could have used a little bit of foreplay, but Norton was starving and Eli wanted to deprive him no longer.
“Mmh, ohhh…” Eli moaned, wrapping his legs around Norton’s waist. When the vampire found a suitable spot for biting, he sunk his teeth in without a second thought, which acted as a double punch to Eli as he moaned out in pain and pleasure again.
“Norton!-“ The Night Owl gasped, shaking as he grabbed at the man.
The vampire moaned at the sweet relief of blood filling his mouth, feeling like a parched dog finally getting water on a hot summer day. He began to rock his hips with soft plap, plap, plaps as he met Eli’s skin, which bounced against Norton’s beautifully.
“Mmnh… Yes, Norton… That’s it… Take as much as you desire… ahhn!” Eli moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned his head back. Norton slurped and sucked at Eli’s hot body, his hands admiring the fat of his skin that he kept a firm grip on.
“Mmnhg…” Norton moaned into him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he thrusted his hips, pistoling in and out of the chubby man who clawed at his back in desperation. He slurped and sucked up all the blood he could fit into his mouth at once, taking big gulps that filled his stomach with warm, satisfying blood.
The moans of Eli egged him on, deep and soft cries of pleasure bringing him closer to the edge. Eli was in a consistent loop of such noises as he clawed at the vampire, the squelch of his wet pussy sucking Norton in hitting his ears and making him whimper.
“Norton… Haahn… Ah…” He huffed, “Please, my darling… I-I’m gonna cum soon-“ Eli cried, his hazy gaze tuning in and out of focus as he lost more and more blood to Norton’s feasting. He’d sucked away a significant amount, but he cared little when his cock felt *this* good.
When Norton finally popped off, he licked his lips with a soft huff. “Fuck… Yer such a good boy, Eli. Ya can cum fer me whenever ya want, sweetface.” he growled, closing his eyes as he grabbed Eli’s legs and pulled him closer, bending him into a mating press to reach deep inside him, which forced a punched moan out of Eli.
“Oh, Norton! Fuck!” The Night Owl cried, clenching around him at the new angle. “Yeah, take it baby… Take my cock like the good little birdie ya are.” Norton purred, panting with the other as they both exerted their bodies in this position. It didn’t take much longer for either of them to meet their climaxes, and Eli’s legs tightened around Norton’s waist as they both became aware of the situation.
Eli came first, cumming around Norton’s big cock with a small spurt of squirt before Norton followed, pumping rope after rope of creamy, thick cum inside his lover.
The two of them paused after that, catching their breaths before collapsing against the inviting nest of cloth and pillow. Eli cooed happily while Norton sighed and draped an arm over his eyes, basking in the afterglow of their intense orgasms.
“Norton… Do you intend to stay the night with me?” Eli asked softly. Norton pulled his arm away to meet the bird man’s gaze, and with a sigh he shook his head. “I ain’t ever settled down fer too long, Eli. It’s only put me in danger.” he explained. The Night Owl frowned with a shake of his head and scooted closer to the man, who he wrapped his arms around and held tight. The hug was a little awkward with them both laying down while still connected intimately, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Nothing will hurt you here. Not with me.” Eli assured, nuzzling into the man’s chest. “You do not have to remain a lone wanderer… Even if you do not stay, my nest will always be a home for you.”
Norton felt his face heat up hearing that, and for once in his many generations of dealing with cold winters and bitter humans, he felt warmth in this treehouse of magic and in the arms of the birdman he’d just slept with.
“Maybe i’ll stop by every now and again to visit ya. Ya saved me from starvin’ afterall.” Norton grinned, and Eli cooed with a small laugh. As they laid there and continued holding each other, Norton hummed softly while thinking a little more on how rare true peace like this was for him.
“On second thought, I think I will stay the night.”
Eli laughed again. “I knew you’d change your mind.”