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There exists a neutral ground, mainly made up of monsters. In a bar, The Naughty Nymph, is one of the only places Elias Bouchard visits outside of his manor.
The thing about the preternatural is that they weren’t afraid to get handsy. Not at all, in fact.
Martin, a hunter, is looking for information for a commission to find the whereabouts of one Jonathan Sims, last seen with said vampire.
Going there is considered a sin by all those who call themselves hunters. It's courting the devil, and seen on the same level as offering yourself up to them– It was a huge risk.
And yet..
Martin ducked his head as he entered the building, eyes scanning over its residents before landing on ice-cold vermillion eyes.
He could hear the other monsters in the room snickering at the sight of a human (in the corner he could see a group of werewolves really going at it in a gangbang) . He kept in a shudder, though he had no doubt that the mind manipulators were all too aware.
The hunter turned and ducked past the others, before he finally set his sights on what he was looking for.
“Elias Bouchard.”
The man of the hour had that business smile that seemed to be stuck on his face every second of the day, lips tilted upward in barely hidden amusement, almost conceited. As if on top of the world.
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know of me, yet I haven't met you.”
Well he has another thing coming.
“Martin Blackwood. And I have a proposal for you.”
Elias' grin only grew at the name Blackwood , giving away his recognition. Although from where, he didn’t know. As far as he was aware, the Blackwoods weren’t all that important (although considering he was the last, as his mother had died.. And before that, she’d left any living relatives after his dad left..) , but who knew.
“Blackjack. For every win, the winner gets a favor to be cashed in immediately. It can’t be to, say, murder someone, or ones that last indefinitely, nor ones that cause harm.”
The vampire pretended to think for a moment, “Why not? Alright boys, clear off the table. The spectators will keep their hands off, and their mouths shut, naturally.”
They were now sat opposite of each other, although surrounded by an audience that got his heart beating faster.
“If I win, you lose your shoes.”
Martin frowned, unsure where he was going with this, but it wasn’t anything insane, so..
“I’ll tell you my favor when I win.”
Elias shrugged, “You do you.”
Twenty-Four vs Twenty-One.
He won by a Natural Blackjack.
“I’m a man of my word, name your favor.”
“Were you involved in the presumed kidnapping of Jonathan Sims?”
Elias snorted, “What is this, truth or dare?”
“Answer the question.”
“You could say so.”
…
Seventeen. Hit. Nineteen. Stand.
Twenty-Four vs Nineteen.
“I win. In what state is he?”
“Who says I have him?”
Martin hated how annoying vampires tended to get, if one were to get past the blood hungry murderer part of course, “ Fine . Then do you know where he is?”
He tilted his head, “I do.”
“Okay.”
…
Twelve. Hit. Twenty-Two.
Bust.
“Shoes off.”
It made him feel a bit uncomfortable taking off his boots, especially in a place filled with predators, but it was really nothing.
“If I win, you lose your socks too.”
Was this his way of checking for hidden weapons?
Martin shrugged, “Fine with me.”
…
Sixteen. Hit. Twenty-Four.
Bust.
He stripped his socks.
“If I win, you lose your sweater.”
His breath stuttered, and only then did he notice the hungry way he was being gazed at, making him shiver. “W-Wha?”
Elias stared at him mockingly, “If it’s too much for you, you can leave.”
He grit his teeth, “This is nothing.”
“Alright then.”
Thirteen. Hit. Twenty-Three.
Bust.
Martin cursed under his breath, but slowly, as his hands were shaking, lifted up his jumper, revealing his binder. (He didn’t wear it usually since it could screw up his hunts since it impeded his breathing, but it was a comfort item that he’d needed when walking straight into dangerous territory.)
Nothing more like being validated for his.. dislike of people watching him.
One of the audience members took it when he dropped it on the table.
Was he getting that back at all?
“Feeling cold? Next time you’ll lose your bottoms.”
This was nothing. If he couldn’t save someone because he got cold feet for something as small as this, then he couldn’t even call himself a hunter.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get on with it.”
Nineteen. Stand.
Twenty vs Nineteen.
He lost.
What was up with his luck today?
Elias had that indulging look in his eyes, “Don’t keep us waiting.”
“Shut it,” The hunter snapped, but reluctantly pulled his trousers down anyway, and again, plopping it on the table caused one of the others to take it.
This was humiliating.
“Sure you want to continue? If I win you lose your top.”
What the hell.
Martin sighed, although shifted uncomfortably at the breeze. “Fine. Whatever.”
Fifteen. Hit. Twenty-One.
He won .
Oh thank fuck.
“Is Jon in danger? Or, uh, hurt in any way?”
“That’s two, but it depends on what you define as ‘hurt’.”
He clenched his hands. “Did you bite him?”
“Perhaps.”
“But he’s alive?”
“He is.”
“Alright.”
‘Alive’ could mean anything. Jon could be on the brink of death but he’d still be breathing. Do vampires even know how humans work?
Thirteen. Hit. Twenty. Stand.
A tie.
Twenty. Stand.
A tie.
- Hit. Twenty-One.
Win.
“Did you Bond with him?”
“Hm, no. Why? Are you jealous? Because if you’d like me to Bond with you instead–”
“No.”
In some places that were working towards preternatural rights, one could not remove a Bonded human from their vampire, as it would be considered kidnapping, despite the fact the Bond could’ve been made due to stockholm syndrome in the first place. The waters were a little murky as it was still being discussed, but it could make his job a lot more difficult.
..When he got home, he was going to turn into a hermit. No more eyes, no more socialization, nada. Just him, in his bed, at home, alone, in his comfy blanket. He hated this feeling of being watched, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Eight. Hit. Seventeen. Stand.
He won.
His luck was returning.
“Why did you take him?”
Elias hummed once more. It was oddly chilling, and he felt very.. Seen . “It’s not often I stumble upon someone unafraid of us monsters. Or, more so, willing to stand up to me if need be, or to be willing to make friends with me.”
‘No duh, you kill people.’
“Right.”
Thirteen. Hit. Twenty-Three.
Bust.
“Finally.”
Martin ducked his head, ignoring the way the others waited with bated breath, and took off his binder.
There were some whistles and catcalls that made his skin heat up.
Endure.
“You don’t have much left to lose. If I win, you can say goodbye to your boxers.”
“..Whatever.”
Eighteen. Stand.
He won.
“ When I go to collect Jon, you will not interfere.”
“Of course.” The only reaction he’d gotten from the vampire was something heated. It left him unsettled.
Martin shivered.
Twenty-One, a Natural Blackjack.
“You’re awfully lucky today. So, who do you want dead?”
He jerked in his seat.
“–Kidding, but still.”
Only a vampire would make such a careless joke.
“You will let me into your home.”
“Naturally.”
No fear? Nothing? Really?
Eleven. Hit. Eighteen. Stand.
He won.
Elias raised an eyebrow, “You should win a lottery ticket.”
Martin ignored him, “Would it be too much to ask to let me kill you?”
“Of course.”
Twelve. Hit. Twenty-Two.
Bust.
“Don’t keep us waiting, let’s see what’s underneath.”
(“Off! Off! Off!” Chanted the other preternatural creatures.)
The hunter stripped off his underwear, and again, it was taken.
He couldn’t help the way his body reacted almost excitedly at the looks (Some of them were even jerking off) .
Don’t think about it.
“Let me think. If I win this time, you twirl on the spot. No covering with your hands.”
“R-Right.”
Eleven. Hit. Twenty. Stand.
He won.
“..C-Could I get clothes?”
Elias didn’t hesitate, “No.”
“Hey!”
“You asked, I answered.”
“Unfair..”
Fifteen. Hit. Twenty-Five.
Bust.
“I’m waiting.”
Martin blushed (his wetness down there felt so.. dirty.), ducked his head, and hesitantly stood, doing a spin.
“If I win, you climb on your chair and bend over. Let us see you more closely.”
He shivered.
Twelve. Hit. Eighteen. Stand.
Win.
“Give me clothes,” He ordered this time.
Elias didn’t seem to mind, stripping off his jacket, which he then wrapped around Martin’s shoulders.
“You look good in my clothes.”
He couldn’t really ask for more, well he could, but he didn’t want to , but it still felt a little weird. Like, perhaps he was staking some sort of claim on him.
Eighteen. Stand.
Lose.
“Turn around and present.”
He could hear some of the werewolves snickering.
The hunter didn’t know if he could get anymore red, but he turned, climbing atop his chair, and sticking his butt out. It felt.. a bit vulnerable to do this, unable to see behind him.
The vampire’s voice sounded different, but the undertone of hunger made him flinch, “If I win, you sit on my lap. I won’t touch.”
“R-Right..”
Thirteen. Hit. Sixteen. Stand.
Lose.
“Get over here.”
Martin didn’t answer, feeling flushed to the bone as he slowly and very self-consciously made his way to where Elias sat.
The older grabbed him by the waist and pulled him over, leaving him to straddle the man’s legs, facing each other.
He tensed at the feel of a hardened length.
The hunter shivered, feeling a gush of slickness at the hot voice that was even closer (it wasn’t fair that so many of them were so divine looking), “Don’t worry, I won’t take you. Yet. I’ll make you come first, but I won’t touch until you lose. Then your pussy’s mine .”
“..Shut it.”
Elias shrugged indulgently.
Nineteen. Stand.
Lose.
His breath stuttered at the warm hand that lowered and started to fondle his hole.
“You want to lose. Don’t deny it. You want to be bent over that table.”
Who didn’t?? It wasn’t often that he found a good partner for a one night stand. Especially one to top him.
..And well, he wasn’t as trigger happy as the other hunters, he didn’t hold what they were born as or became against them.
“..F-Fuck off.”
Martin tried to stay detached from the sensation, but god was it hard, and Elias was way too skilled.
He then proceeded to lose to the Natural Blackjack.
It felt like his mind was running a mile a minute, as Elias’ other hand went to touch his chest, whispering dirty words that had him flustered.
(..Elias stopped saying what his favor was in advance.)
Sixteen. Hit.
Win.
Focus.
“H-Have you ever.. Done this to Jon?”
Elias chuckled, “Jealous are we? I have not.”
No! ..On a serious level, he needed to know how much trauma Jon might’ve experienced, and what help he’d need.
He almost wanted to ask next time why him, but that felt a bit egotistical. ..And selfish.
Seventeen. Hit. Twenty-One.
Win.
“Have you kidnapped anyone else?”
“Who's to say I kidnapped them?”
“Did you ‘take’ anyone else?”
“No. It’s a bit of a hassle.”
“..Right.”
Fifteen. Hit. Twenty-Three.
Bust.
"How about a bite ?"
Martin leaned away as far as he could in his hold, "No!" His breath hitched, it could all too easily be seen as a rejection, and with wide eyes he quickly continued. "I-I mean, it wouldn't be fair if you made my mind melt while we're still playing, r-right?"
Elias hummed from where he was stroking the hunter’s skin, giving him goosebumps. “How about a kiss, then?”
At the focus, he bit his lip nervously. “Y-Yep, that’s good.”
Elias surged forward, claiming his lips heatedly, and Martin, admittedly..
Was losing the battle of self-control, in which he found himself grinding down. “M-Mmph..”
Fourteen. Hit. Twenty. Stand.
Win.
They broke apart, and he panted for a bit.
“A-After this.. Game , you let me go.”
“Of course,” Elias practically purred.
There was something wrong that he wasn’t seeing, but he could hardly bring himself to focus.
Twenty. Stand.
Tie.
Sixteen. Stand.
Lose.
His slim fingers slipped past his walls, causing Martin to shudder.
Sixteen. Stand.
Lose.
“ A-Aah.. Haah~..”
Skilled fingers were making a mess of his insides.
Fifteen. Hit. Fourteen. Hit. Twenty-Four.
Bust.
Martin mewled, letting out an embarrassing moan as he rocked his hips down onto his fingers, causing them to jerk as he tipped over the edge when it happened to hook on something, a gush of wetness leaking out and onto Elias’ pants.
Elias didn’t hesitate, removing his fingers, getting his dick out, and immediately plunging itself into his spasming hole, all the way to the brim.
“ Fuh-fuckk.. ”
With his inhuman strength, the vampire lifted him by his thighs, before dropping him all the way back down, effectively making him bounce while fucking his brains out, roughly .
“ A-Ah! Ha-aah~.. O-Oh.. Elias! Gah! F-Fuh.. Aah~! P-Pleasee..”
His mind spun, feeling like it spun and spun until it got so goddamn dizzy . He couldn’t latch onto any singular thought, except–
“Elias! Elias! Elias!”
Elias leaned down to his ear, as if entirely unaffected by the way they were connected so intimately, or the obscene slap of their skin, “You’ve been such a good boy, so I have a reward for you. Even if you didn’t win.”
Martin whined dumbly, “ Wha-haah.. ?”
“My True name is Jonah Magnus.”
He took a moment to register it, but when he did, his heart stuttered, and he squinted in a sudden moment of clarity, “You–”
The thrusts suddenly got faster, and he keened, jolting as he orgasmed for the second time that day.
He knew that name.
He’s.. heard it before.
..
..what was he thinking about?
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Martin. I must say, I met your ancestor a long time ago. He was brilliant , and his name was Barnabas Bennett. I think that was the first time I felt love. It was a shame that his parents detested anything different , and figured they were monsters, brainwashing their children. Making them homosexual. Interesting to see that they still lived on as a family of hunters, even now. Annoyingly persistent, but I can see the charm.”
Elias cupped the side of his face, pushing a finger past his lips, which he sucked mindlessly.
“Truthfully, the change of name might be because they’d killed their beloved child, staining the Bennett name. So then they moved onto Blackwood, signifying the traditional use of stakes to kill a vampire, and the ash that comes from a burnt one. Almost as funny as the family name Argent, or silver in French, for werewolves.”
..He took a long moment to process that, not helped at all by the phallic invader inside of him. “H-Huh?”
His eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head, but fuck he needed to hear this–
“I see him in you. With your ginger curls laid so prettily atop your head. With how adorable you look while determined, it reminds me of an innocent little puppy, however unyielding and refusing to back down in what they see as wrong. But you both bend so easily for me.. So receptive to my touch, I wanted to rail you against the door the moment you stepped in. But I didn’t want anyone to hear, much less touch . I would’ve burned out their eyes twice over if I didn’t know you’d get mad at me, believing all life to be equally important. And then you came up to me.”
Elias burst into a stream of curses, thrusts getting harsher and sloppier– (as if just the thought of it brought him physical pleasure)
“You’re mine , I won’t let you leave again,” He growled, before a jerk of his hips gave way to his insides being painted white .
…
It was only later that he noticed that it was all said in his head.
No duh, El– ..Jonah.. Wouldn’t have just blurted out his secrets where anyone could hear.
Martin had awoken back in the hotel he was staying, but barely gave it a thought as he rushed to get changed, dashing over to Elias’ manor.
There, he found Jonathan Sims, helped him escape, and—
The hunter melted against the arms that held him as close as possible.
The hot breath against his bare skin made him shiver, but he bared his neck anyway, to the teeth that opened,
and bit down, breaking past skin.
He exhaled shakily as the aphrodisiac effects invaded through his bloodstream, and throughout his entire body.
The Mesmerizing Power of Vampire Bonding: Unveiling the Secrets of Immortal Connections (p.4)
Vampires have different bites. They can bite to get their food out as cleanly as possible, or for their mate, their significant other, they can bite them for intimate purposes.
Exploring the Depths of Vampire Bonding (p.7)
It binds both the vampire and the human, which would be referred to as a vampire and their Bonded. The human would thus live as long as the vampire did, even gaining some of their traits, while having the advantages humans have over vampires. That being the ability to walk in sunlight freely, and able to handle things that would usually hurt vampires, while on the vampire side getting enhanced speed and strength and the like.
These abilities can differ according to what the vampire has.
The Power of Vampire Bonding: Unbreakable Connections (p.28)
In very rare cases can the Bonded survive even if the vampire dies, but it has been described as losing a part of themselves.
This is the same case for vampires who have lost their Bonded, who go insane. In the very few cases that exist, some can and have Bonded with new humans, but it’s a very under-researched topic.
Vampires & Their Bonded: A Tale of Unconditional Love (p.3)
A Bond between a vampire and a human are the greatest things that can ever exist. It is such an intimate bond, for those who love each other so deeply. Almost equivalent to marriage, however while you can get divorced, you cannot remove the mark unless one or the other were to die, which says a lot about their commitment. They would rather die than lose the other. Isn’t that beautiful?
It’s comparable to the mating bites of werewolves, who in comparison—
Is Reincarnation Possible? (p.1)
Is reincarnation possible? Most likely not, however it is possible for traits to pass down genetically. For example, an orphan who has never met their parents could embody the traits that their parents once had.
It is in this way that we can’t really be sure if it can go any farther than that, and results are inconclusive on whether orphans can still “imitate” those characteristics even if it’s never been done while they were still in the womb.
However, there have been unique cases out there that—
…
(“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You know that they are wrong.. right? I am not.. I do not..”
“Of course I do! They do not understand. They never could. But I do, I understand, and I See You Jonah Magnus. I see the way every time we meet you look for injuries. When the other villagers hurt me, I see you retaliate against them, no matter how it must make things so much more worse for you. I love you with my every being. I see all of you. The good, the bad, and I don’t care about that. I see you here, with me. That’s all I care about.”
“..Fuck. Barnabas–”
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“ BARNABAS! What in God’s name are you doing, mingling with that monster? Get over here right now, Mister! You are in so much trouble! You have been warned time and time again that you are on the sinner’s path. You love him? Don’t make me laugh. You’re going to Hell! I am so tired of– ”
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“What the fuck is wrong with you!? Y-You- You!”
“He got what was coming for him. God, I plead for you to strike down this wretched creature!”
“The only one going to Hell is you, you crazy bitch! What kind of mother kills her own son!?”
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“I was too late. ..I’m so sorry.”)