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Godbrand hated that he had to suck up to these stupid humans, unable to even pretend like he respected Isaac. Hector was a different story though, he seemed less intense than the former slave and overall had a more welcoming demeanour out of anyone in the godforsaken castle. It wasn’t exactly a ‘loving’ atmosphere in his forge, but Hector seemed to genuinely care for the things he created.
Godbrand leaned against the wall, watching as Hector created another night creature only to have the thing attack and swipe at him with the first breaths of life it had been given. Hector is patient, dodging them with ease before settling a comforting hand on the side of its face. It seems to understand his intent and walks out of the room without another sound. Hector turns to look at the vampire with a stern expression.
“What do you want, Godbrand?”
Godbrand sucked in a breath he didn’t necessarily need before walking to the forge. “I came to apologize for my outburst in the war hall.”
Cezar sniffs at Hector’s leg, to which the forgemaster gently picks him up. “Excellent apology.” Hector pets the undead dog, but keeps his eye on Godbrand. He doesn’t exactly trust any of them, he knows that if he were attacked Dracula would probably kill the offender–Still, Godbrand doesn’t seem like the intellectual type.
The vampire begins to go on a rant about the war as Hector shifts his focus to his dog. He smiles softly, grabbing a spare bone from the table and handing it to the creature. How cute. He really should have been paying attention to his surroundings because when he looked up again, Godbrand was standing right next to him with a perplexed expression. The human jumps lightly, his dog falling from his grasp. “What are you doing?”
“That thing cut you didn’t it?” Godbrand asks, but he says it like he’s sure of it.
“Tch. Of course not. I know how to handle them. I’m not helpless.” Hector makes sure Cezar is okay, patting the little dog before throwing the bone out of the forge for the dog to chase.
Godbrand grins so widely that Hector feels a bit uneasy. “You know I can smell blood right?”
Hector is confused for all of a few seconds before his face turns red. No, the creature didn’t get him. But he was certainly bleeding. The cramps in his abdomen made that clear, but he never let his cycle distract from his work. He puts on an uninterested expression, keeping his lips tight as he says. “I didn’t get cut.”
Godbrand laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Oh, little human. I came to say I underestimated you and you can’t even handle your own creatures.” He looks to Hector again, trying to ascertain where the injury is. It smelled like a lot of blood, it should’ve been obvious. But he can’t even see a single mark, a small scuff in his clothing or anything. Godbrand scratches his head with his long claws. “Where the fuck did you get hurt anyway?”
Hector can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, turning his tan face a darker shade. “I didn’t get hurt.” He maintains his composure as a sudden cramp builds in his body, causing him to lean over slightly, cupping his hand to his stomach.
Godbrand grabs his wrist, tugging his hand away from his stomach as he looks to his abdomen. “I don’t see shit.” He comments, starting to get annoyed. What was going on with this human? He smells another wave of fresh blood in the air and watches as Hector turns even redder.
“I-I’m fine!” Hector pulls away from the cold grasp of the vampire, taking a step back.
Godbrand takes a good sniff before realizing what the situation truly was. He rarely had women on his ship, and if he did they didn’t live long, but he recognized the smell. The smell of natural shedding. Clumps of blood. He was an idiot for not noticing it before. Looking Hector up and down, he grins again. “Oh, you’re actually a woman? Parading around as a general?”
Hector clenches his teeth, anger shooting through his body as he yells. “I am not a fucking woman! Don’t you ever say that you fucking pig sucking viking fucking-” He stops himself, his fists clenching at his sides. He takes a deep breath, and then another. He needed to get back to work. “I think you should leave. Now.”
Godbrand takes a step back, putting his hands up defensively. “Hey now, didn’t mean to offend.” He opens his mouth to continue before Hector interrupts.
“Well you did, now get the fuck out of my forge.” He says, picking up some of the things in his work area. “Some of us have a job to do.”
Godbrand obviously sees his mistake now. “Fine, fine.” He looks around to see if anyone is listening in before speaking again. “I’m sorry, you know. If you say you’re a man, then who am I to argue? Still, even as a man you’re pretty. I should’ve guessed.”
Hector’s anger begins to waver as the vampire compliments him. He puts a hand to his own face before muttering. “You think I’m pretty?” Hector wasn’t a romantic or a sexual human, he didn’t need such trivial things. All the humans in his life had disappointed him, abused him. There was never time for such things. He’s felt the tang of desire before, but it was rare, rare enough that he begins to forget it.
“Uh, duh. Out of all these fucking duds in the castle, at least you’re good to look at.” Godbrand begins, not knowing when to shut up. “I mean, in the war room I’m always looking at you. Who else is there to look at? Carmilla is hot, sure, but that bitch would bite my dick off.”
“You–Look at me?” Hector turns to face Godbrand, the flushed expression on his face clear to even the ignorant vampire.
The vampire smiles, seeing a golden opportunity. A warm, sweet, beautiful human served up on a platter all for him. All he needed was a little praise. He had been starved for some good blood and he could feel the saliva build in his mouth at the thought of eating Hector up. “Oh, baby, you don’t know how cute you are, do you?”
“I-I-” Hector stutters, nervously running one of his hands through his hair. “I’d like to reiterate that I am not a woman, Godbrand…” His grip on his hair tights as he tries to maintain eye contact with the vampire.
“That doesn’t matter, sweet boy. What did you say about me again? That I didn’t meet anything that I didn’t kill, fuck, or make a boat out of?” He says a bit condescendingly, stepping into the human’s personal space. “I don’t think you’d make a good boat…” Godbrand grabs Hector’s chin, forcing the human to look at him. “And I certainly can’t kill you…”
“O-Oh…” Hector was completely speechless, unable to look away from Godbrand. There was a feeling pooling in his gut, and he wasn’t exactly opposed to it. He’s never done anything before, human or vampire. He’s always been an outcast. He looks in Godbrand’s eyes and fuck does it send something down his spine. The intensity of the glare is making him wet.
“So?” Godbrand asks, pulling the human a bit closer. So warm and nice. He loved fucking humans, even if they were weak and fragile. But he’s never had the pleasure of servicing one.
“So?” Hector asks, confused.
Godbrand laughs at this, softer than normal. “I’m asking if I can fuck you, pretty boy.”
Hector’s brain short circuits. “Um-I-” His eyes dart in different directions, his body unable to move as he’s in the vampire’s grasp. Looking to Godbrand he makes a sinful expression that goes directly to the viking’s dick as he pleads. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.”
Godbrand growls, grabbing Hector’s hips forcefully as he throws him down on his forge table. He spreads the human’s legs, grabbing at the cloth around his hips. He goes to untie the cloth there before tearing it off with his claws. “Why do you wear so much fucking clothes?” The viking complains as his hands make his way into the human’s pants, jerking them off.
Hector makes a small noise before covering his mouth in embarrassment. The forge was very…Open. He didn’t want anyone hearing this.
Godbrand seemed to object to this, grabbing his wrist and pinning it down to the cold metal of the forge table. “Don’t.” He warns with a growl, not elaborating before focusing back onto his task. He gently lets Hector’s wrist go, leaving a red imprint that lights Hector’s skin delightfully.
Hector makes a noise of discomfort, but doesn’t move his hands anymore, more focused on admiring the vampire who is currently getting on his knees in front of him. Hector can feel the blood rush between his legs, literally and figuratively and Godbrand grasps onto his naked legs, his claws digging into the fragile skin.
Hector jumps a bit, arching his back as Godbrand claws up his legs, drawing beads of blood. He jumps even further when the vampire snakes his tongue along his thighs, lapping up what little damage he caused.
Godbrand would kill just for a few drops of this blood. So sweet, so pure. He digs his claws in a little further, drawing even more as Hector yelps. He knows the distinct taste anywhere, one only adorned with children or the prudest of people. Virgin blood. Godbrand clenches his teeth, trying to control himself. He wants to tear into the little human, to tear him apart and feast on his insides as he fucks his pussy. Fuck, it would be so good, but he’d most definitely be slaughtered afterwards.
He licks up all the blood on his human’s legs before focusing back on what excites him the most. The man’s tight undertunic, lumpy and clearly stuffed with old cloth to absorb the blood. Godbrand should savour this moment, but he can’t help but rip the fabric to shreds with ease, desperate to get at his bloody prize.
Oh and what a prize it is. Covered in fresh blood that masks any other smell, but Godbrand can tell Hector is hygienic. So perfect. The hair sticks to the skin, the color unrecognizable but he can assume the carpet matches the drapes. God, Hector had beautiful hair. Godbrand almost wants to ignore his pussy completely to run his fingers through it and kiss his pretty face. He knew from the moment he saw Hector what he wanted to do, how he wanted to ruin him.
Hector makes another noise, more high pitched and pleading. Right. Godbrand was just staring at him, enamoured by the sight. But he shouldn’t be wasting time, the forge was open and practically begging for anyone to walk in on them.
He slams his face into his cunt and he feels like he’s in heaven. He’s never tasted anything so fucking delictable. Godbrand was a warrior at heart, but he swears he could write poetry about the experience. The taste of salty iron fills his mouth as he begins lapping up every drop of blood he can get before a large clot enters his mouth. He swirls it around on his tongue before swallowing. Definitely better than pigs blood.
Hector places a hand in the vampire’s hair as his head tilts backwards. He lets out a little moan as his legs quake. His grip tightens as Godbrand’s tongue brushes across his clit. Hector yelps, his legs attempting to close around the vampire’s head.
Godbrand holds him steady, his claws digging into tan thighs as he continues devouring him. Savouring him. Hector trembles above him, his voice breaking every time Godbrand even grazes his clit. Oh, he was so sensitive. Godbrand smiles to himself as he forces his tongue deeper inside of him. The texture is silky smooth, lubed up from all the blood that there’s no resistance even with how tight he is.
“Godbrand…Please…I need…” Hector gasps out as his hips involuntarily buck forward. He grits his teeth, trying to get any friction back onto his clit that Godbrand is so flagrantly ignoring now. He feels like crying, he needs to finish and he’s so close but fuck does he need a bit more.
Godbrand grunts into his pussy, trying to focus on his task. Eating him up. He’s practically in a blood frenzy now, unable to get enough of the delectable substance. Its taste, texture, smell, it was all perfect. And Godbrand was a greedy bastard. He hears Hector pleading above him and almost considers stopping. Almost.
The vampire can’t stop himself from consuming every drop he can but angles his face so that his nose is digging into the human’s sensitive clit. He knows his facial hair is digging into all sides of his pussy and grins as Hector begins to get louder. The man’s moans echo throughout the cavernous forge and Godbrand is sure the whole half of the east wing of the castle can hear him.
“G-Godbrand!” Hector yells out as his hand tightens in the vampire’s hair. Godbrand can barely feel the pressure of it but feels Hector’s legs quaking violently under his grasp and knows what’s about to happen. He swipes his tongue flat against his pussy one final time before finally focusing his mouth on the fragile man’s clit. It only takes a few seconds before Godbrand’s beard is covered in cum as Hector finishes. Godbrand works him through it, keeping his mouth on his clit as Hector shakes violently, loudly whimpering.
When Hector’s body finally begins to relax, Godbrand looks up before smiling. He removes himself from the floor, making sure Hector is securely set on the forge table before standing up. The vampire stretches, his back popping as he does so. “Fuck, it’s been awhile.”
Hector lays on the table silently as he tries to catch his breath. He notices his legs are still splayed, Godbrand still eyeing his wet and bloody pussy. He shyly closes his legs before looking away. He can’t even look at Godbrand’s face right now. He glances back to it, blushing. His beard and face are covered in fluids in such amounts that it drips from his facial hair. Hector looks away again, even more flushed. He can’t believe he just allowed that to happen, and he can’t believe how fucking good it felt. He wants to do it over and over until he passes out from the pleasure–But he would never admit that. Especially to Godbrand, with that shit-eating grin. Fuck he was hot.
“Aw, don’t be shy. You were so good.” Godbrand says, lowering his voice as he bends over Hector, pushing his hair behind his ear as he whispers into it. “You’re so pretty.”
Hector yelps, attempting to push him away yet stutters out a “T-Thank you.”
“As much as I’d love to fuck you on his hard forging thing–” Godbrand taps the hard metal below them. “I think I’d like to take you to my room.”
Was he asking? After that, shouldn’t he just take Hector? He did him a favor after all, so he should be entitled to payment, right? Hector thinks, his face scrunching up with thought.
Godbrand removes himself from the human’s personal space, shrugging nonchalantly. “You can always say no.”
Hector is confused, but hopeful. Godbrand was brash and arrogant, but he never really got to know him. Hector takes a breath before nodding. “Okay. Let’s go.” He goes to stand up, to put on what’s left of his bottoms so he isn’t seen so crudely running around the castle. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he stumbles, his legs weak from the intense orgasm just a minute before.
Godbrand catches him in a secure embrace. The vampire sighs before setting the human back on the forge table gently. “Stay.” He says like he’s talking to an unruly dog. Hector frowns, ready to protest until the vampire grabs one of the blankets Hector keeps around for the chilly atmosphere. The vampire wraps up the exposed little human before carrying him bridal style. “There you go. Now you won’t have to worry about bleedin’ all over the halls.”
Hector grips onto the straps that run along the viking’s chest, trying to keep still. This one was one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to him. Godbrand strolled out of the forge, walking through the empty halls with Hector clinging to him like a wounded animal. It would be daylight soon, so all of the other vampires should be settling in their rooms by now. Except, Godbrand’s accommodations were on the same hall as the other generals.
It would be at least a few minute walk though, from the way Godbrand was casually moving. “Can’t you go any faster?” Hector remarks, side eyeing the vampire as best he can from the current position he’s in.
Godbrand chuckles. “What, excited are you? Can’t wait for me to get you in my bed?” He says with the same confidence he used to speak in the war room against Hector.
Hector doesn’t have a retort for that. Because it isn’t entirely untrue. He had completely recovered from his last orgasm and it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t yearning for more. One just wasn’t enough. He can feel himself bleeding onto the blanket he’s wrapped in and silently hopes that it’s absorbent enough to last a few minutes.
They walk in silence and Hector leans in to relax his head against Godbrand’s chest. It’s nice. Even though he isn’t warm like someone living, Hector likes the feeling of being embraced by someone, especially carried. He’s doing absolutely nothing and still being cared for. Hector smiles softly, blushing. He’s starting to like Godbrand. Maybe it was his inexperience with anything romantic or sexual, but he feels like he’s in one of those novels he used to read when he was bored. Godbrand was no knight in shining armor but…Hector looked up. He wasn’t so bad to look at.
Godbrand sneaks a glance down at him and smiles widely, showing his fangs. “What? I got something on my face?” He knew he did, he can still feel the dry blood caking his facial hair, but he loved teasing the little human.
Hector scoffs at him, rolling his eyes. They both knew what was happening here and Hector wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response.
That was until Godbrand slyly moved one of his hands to grope Hector’s ass as he carried him. Hector yelps, moving around a bit. Godbrand’s grip doesn’t falter, easily being able to carry him with one focused hand.
Hector playfully slaps a hand to his chest, scoffing. “You are so unbearable.”
“Really? And here I thought you liked me.” Godbrand retorts, which only makes Hector blush harder.
“You’re not terrible to look at, I suppose.” He crosses his arms, but keeps his head securely against the man’s chest. He doesn’t smell as bad as he would’ve guessed. Mostly like salt-water and blood.
The banter they share fills the hall as Godbrand walks, his boots pounding against the floor and his loud laughter bouncing off the cavernous castle. Somehow, he ends up going on a little tirade about boats that Hector not so subtly coaxed in him to. Godbrand was not only loud, but extremely passionate. All the while, Hector laid in his arms, completely relaxed and focused on the man holding him. Hector always knew he had bad taste in men, hell, he’d had a crush on Dracula the first time the vampire visited him until he learned he had a wife.
Hector was enamoured with Godbrand, and the vampire was too busy telling his human about one of the raids he went on in his golden days. They were distracting each other from their surroundings, which had worked out for the first few minutes until they arrived at the general’s hall. Godbrand was still talking loudly, only to be interrupted by a quick scoff before someone cleared their throat.
Hector seized up, looking in the direction. It was Carmilla, at the end of the hall and quickly approaching him. No, no, no! He couldn’t have anyone else see him like this! But there was nowhere to go, so Hector opted for planting his face in Godbrand’s chest out of embarrassment, unable to face Carmilla.
“Godbrand, I see you’ve made a pet out of one of our generals, how ever did you manage to tame it?”
“I’m not in the mood, Carmilla. We’re just going to my room.” Godbrand says through his teeth, obviously a bit annoyed at the intrusion. The viking attempts to sidestep the other vampire. She immediately steps in front of him, smiling mischievously.
She looks down to Hector, moving a hand to touch him. “Poor little thing, what did you do to him?” She’s surprised with the force Godbrand slaps her hand away. She shakes her injured hand. That actually hurt her. She gives Godbrand a look of warning. “Careful, Godbrand. Wouldn’t want Dracula to know about what you’re doing to one of his forgemasters.”
Godbrand bares his fangs at her. “I’m not doing anything he didn’t agree to.”
“Really?” She asks, putting a hand on her hip. “Then why does it smell like he’s bleeding out? Do you have any clue what Dracula will do to you if he finds out you harmed or heaven forbid killed one of his forgemasters?”
Godbrand growls, about to go off on the woman before Hector mumbles something into his chest. Both of the vampires stop their spat to look at the human, who turns his head to face Carmilla. His face is still red, but he tries to keep a stern expression.
“He’s helping me, Carmilla. I got injured in the forge and after he helped with that I thought I’d…Repay him.” She looks like she’s about to rebuttal the statement before he adds- “Who I have sex with is none of your business, so please move aside.” Hector keeps his expression as deadpan as he can as he does in the war room.
She stands there for a minute, clearly unconvinced but eventually puts her hands up and takes a step back. “As you wish. Just don’t go crying to Dracula saying I didn’t save you after that animal mauls you.” She walks away, a single hand on her hip with an unwavering poise, like she’s confident that this will go badly for Hector and she can’t wait to laugh at him.
Godbrand raises an eyebrow down at Hector before smiling. “You know she thinks you’re a helpless puppy? The idea of you getting injured by your own night creatures probably didn’t help that.”
Hector rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I don’t care what Carmilla thinks.” He looks up to the man before smiling lightly. “So…Are you going to take me to your room or not?”
Godbrand laughs loudly again, and Hector can feel the rumble from his chest as he does so. “Oh, baby, you’re perfect.” The viking says, beguiled. He places a filthy kiss onto Hector’s forehead before he walks to his room.
Hector cringes a bit, feeling all of the dried substances that were on Godbrand’s face now transferred over to his forehead. But he enjoys the sentiment of it anyway.
The door slams behind them and Hector can barely register the surroundings of the dark room before he’s thrown onto the bed. The blanket falls around him, the wool still scratching his delicates. He kicks it off before Godbrand has a chance to climb on top of him. The sheets aren’t much better texture-wise, but Hector has a feeling he won’t be caring for that much longer.
Godbrand climbs on top of him, pinning him down as he slides his tongue across his neck. The vampire can hear the blood thrumming in his body and it sends shivers down his spine. He grazes his teeth over Hector’s carotid artery, knowing if he punctured it the human would die in minutes. He can hear as Hector sucks in a breath, his legs anxiously moving around as Godbrand tastes him.
“Um…Godbrand?” Hector whispers in an attempt to get his attention.
Godbrand removes himself, looking down at the human. Hector has unfocused eyes, unable to see in the blinding darkness. His body is still and uncomfortable and Godbrand removes his hands from his wrists, allowing him to move. Hector moves a hand to Godbrand’s face, searching for a moment before finding his cheek. He relaxes a bit.
“Do you want me to light a candle?”
Hector nods politely, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I just…Think it’d be nice to see you too.” His tone is soft and unsure, his gaze shifting to the side of the room.
If Godbrand had a pumping heart it would be pounding right now. This wasn’t a little tryst that he would forget about in a week or so, he felt like he needed Hector. So much so that he was actually considering running away from the war just to keep this little human on his boat and by his side for as long as Hector would let him. Hector would never betray Dracula though, not in an immediate sense. Would he?
Godbrand sits up, putting a comforting hand on Hector that wordlessly tells him he’ll be back momentarily.
Hector takes a moment to breathe, hearing Godbrand scrounge around in the room. He still has his top on and makes an executive decision to remove it. It takes a few seconds, especially since he’s in the dark. He feels around for each button, unbuttoning them before finally getting his shirt off. As soon as he does the room is filled with a dim light, allowing him to see the messy room with clothes and miscellaneous items thrown around on the floor.
Hector gazes at Godbrand, who is removing his clothing adornments and pants. His boots have already been thrown to the side. The viking gets his pelt off, removing the trousers beneath it and Hector looks away quickly. He can feel his face heat up as the image of Godbrand’s dick is seared into his mind. It was big. How was that thing supposed to fit inside of him?
Godbrand places a kiss on his cheek, smirking as he crawls into the bed beside him. “Nervous, baby?” He moves in closer, grabbing the human with a gentle caress, admiring him. “You’re so beautiful.” He mutters before going to lick Hector’s neck again.
Hector yelps before sighing, his body relaxing into the viking’s touch. His nerves were still on fire, alighted even further as Godbrand pressed his body into him and Hector could feel his hard dick rutting against his leg.
Godbrand kisses along his neck, and then his collarbone, nipping at the flesh every so often but never drawing blood. As his fangs slide against the human’s warm flesh, Hector gasps, his body involuntarily jumping every so often. Godbrand holds him down with a single firm hand to his chest but Hector doesn’t feel trapped. He feels safe, like he’s being taken care of in the best of ways.
Hector nuzzles into the pillow he’s situated on, content to be showered with gentle kisses and caresses. Well, he was content for a while until he felt the undeniable build up of lust in his stomach. He bites his lip as Godbrand continues down to his chest, admiring the barely visible scars where his breasts used to be. Hector is about to explain it before Godbrand takes one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling it across his tongue.
Hector whines, his hips moving slightly as he becomes more desperate for friction. “G-Godbrand…” He keens out before covering up his face with his hands, embarrassed by his needs.
The viking takes notice, looking up from his position. He nips the nipple he was sucking at, earning another quiet yelp from Hector before raising his head up to face Hector at eye level. He moves his hand, grabbing Hector by the wrist and removing one of his hands.
Hector is completely red, swallowing nervously as he looks Godbrand in the eye. He knows he should voice his needs, but how can someone say something vulgar like that? How can he say he wants his pussy absolutely wrecked but is also scared but also wants to suck his dick BUT ALSO wants Godbrand to eat him out. Sex was so complicated! Why couldn’t Godbrand just do everything?
“You’re needy for a virgin, aren’t you?” Godbrand teases him in a sultry tone, and while Hector stutters out a retort the vampire sneaks a hand down to his tender virgin quim, grazing his fingers against his bloody folds. Hector makes a face before huffing, lying back on the pillow as he opens up his legs further.
“You’re such a good boy.” Godbrand states as he lowers his head back down to his neck not expecting such a visceral reaction from Hector. He can hear as his breath catches in his throat, his pulse quickening with just a few words. Godbrand smirks into his skin, sliding a finger into him as he bares his fangs against his throat.
Hector keens, letting out a soft moan as he tilts his head backwards, baring his adams apple. Godbrand takes the opportunity to lick a strip up his throat as he coyly inserts another finger into him. There’s practically no resistance and he can feel the blood coating his fingers, the squish of the liquid and their breathing the only thing audible in the otherwise quiet room.
Hector wants to cringe at the thought of dirtying someone else’s bed sheets with his blood, but he sees how worked up Godbrand is getting and he can’t help but bite his lip in anticipation. He’s in heaven, simply laying on a pillow and letting his body be worshipped by a blood sucking vampire. Maybe Lisa had more things figured out than she was given credit for. He does his best to relax and finds his pleasure building even faster than last time. It was probably all the praise–If only he’d say it again. Over and over. Tell Hector how beautiful and good he was. He could probably cum without anything else.
Godbrand adds a third finger, looking up at Hector’s expression every few seconds as he lavishes his body with kisses in an attempt to keep him pliant. It seemed to be working well so far. He moves the digits carefully, without much force or speed to make sure he doesn’t cut Hector’s delicate insides with his claws. Sure, they weren’t as sharp or long as Dracula’s, but they could do some damage if he wasn’t careful. He stretches out Hector’s inexperienced walls, indulging in every whimper and moan the human gives him in return.
They stay in this comfortable silence for a few minutes, Godbrand mumbling something about how beautiful Hector is every so often before he finally removes his fingers. Hector groans at the loss before Godbrand grabs his thighs, adjusting them properly as he centers himself. His dick slides up against his cunt, twitching at the contact.
Hector closes his eyes, throwing his head to the side as he prepares for the inevitable pain that the initial penetration will be. Godbrand stops, placing a hand on his face, coaxing him into looking at him. “I’ll make it painless, baby. I promise.” His tone is genuine, soft and sweet. Just for Hector.
The human doesn’t know how to react to the charming demeanour and simply nods and does his best to keep his eyes open and on Godbrand as he enters him. It wasn’t painful, but Godbrand was huge and even with the copious amounts of blood lubing their encounter, Hector could definitely feel the intrusion. It wasn’t pleasurable at all. Just uncomfortable.
Godbrand keeps a grip on his thighs, opening them further as he buries himself further and further inside of Hector. He stops for a few seconds each time before going a bit further until his pelvis touches his. Godbrand grunts, his grip tightening on Hector’s thighs as he makes an effort to not move. He looks around a bit frantically before grabbing a pillow that was thrown to the side earlier in their encounter, lifting Hector up and placing it under his ass. He can feel him relax around his cock, now more comfortable with the position. “There you go, sweet boy. Pretty boy.” Godbrand says and loves the way Hector gasps and shudders at his words.
Godbrand begins to move, admiring the blood that adorns his cock as he pulls out before thrusting back in. He goes gently at first, listening to Hector begin to become comfortable with moaning out loud. “That’s it, get loud for me.” Godbrand says huskily, getting a bit rougher as he looks at Hector. God he was so beautiful. He’d mow down hundreds of his own kind for another night with this angel. The way his hair was splayed out on the pillow and sticking to his forehead with a sheen of sweat building on his tan skin.
Godbrand grunts as he exerts a bit more force, the squelching getting louder as he tries his best to control himself. It wasn’t like having sex with a vampire where he could be rough and nasty, he could break Hector so easily, snap his pelvis in half and break his back with one thrust if he tried. But he would never. Because then he’d never hear this pretty little bird sing again. Oh how he was addicted to his song.
Hector’s moans filled the room as he begged through high-pitched whines. He didn’t even know what he was begging for. What could make this experience any better? He throws his head backwards, wrapping his legs around Godbrand. The harsh grip on his thighs were no longer there allowing him to get closer to his lover. That’s what he needed. Hector raises his arms up to Godbrand in a desperate attempt to communicate his need and the vampire immediately understands.
Godbrand repositions himself, lowering himself down as he situates one of his hands into the bend of Hector’s back. He doesn’t move the man from the comfort of his pillows, instead bringing his lips to his. Godbrand tastes the sweetness of his lips, the savoury taste of his saliva and the bitterness of his tears that he was apparently shedding. He was immediately addicted, bringing his other hand to caress the human’s face as he did his best to keep a steady pace.
Hector wraps his arms around the vampire, a chill setting in his skin as the heat of his body leaves in an attempt to warm him up. The feeling of discomfort fades as pleasure fills his body. Everywhere he can feel Godbrand touching him, Godbrand filling him, Godbrand comforting him. He guesses this is what heaven would be like. He now understands the obsession with sex some people seem to have. His eyes are closed into the kiss as he moves in tongue in tandem with the viking.
Godbrand continues moving at a steady pace for a few minutes until Hector can no longer focus on kissing him, the human’s head tilting to the side as moans fall from his mouth. Godbrand can clearly see now that he’s crying, tears occasionally falling down his face as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Godbrand could get used to that sight.
Hector is putty in his hands, his body unable to move as he’s continually pounded into. He feels his legs going numb as electricity shoots through his stomach down to his cunt. In the back of his mind, he’s sure he’s ruined whatever bedsheet they were laying on but can’t find himself to care as his hips buck wildly, trying to find any kind of friction that would speed up his release.
“I got you, I got you.” Godbrand mumbles, keeping his composure. He usually hated controlling himself during sex, seeing the act as something that should be sloppy, quick and rough. But he had a pretty little thing in his hands that he wouldn’t break for anything. He brings a hand down to Hector’s clit, rubbing a thumb over it in time with his thrusts and grins as Hector gets louder within seconds.
Hector’s body begins to tremble as he moans, crying out for the vampire with a strained voice as he attempts to get words out. Despite the incomprehensibility of them, Godbrand understands what he needs. What he wants. Hector lays his head back into the pillow, closing his eyes as he grits his teeth.
Godbrand keeps a single hand on one of Hector’s thighs to make sure they don’t collapse and ruin his frantic pace. He places a kiss on Hector’s cheek, mumbling words of encouragement as he reaches his peak. Godbrand was at his limit as well, but he was determined to make Hector unravel beneath him before he even thought about finishing.
And that’s exactly what happened. With a scream, Hector’s entire body began to shake violently as he cried out, clinging to Godbrand as he came. The vampire did a few more short thrusts before burying himself inside of the human, cramming his dick up against his cervix. Hector clawed at his back, whining in a high pitched voice, sobbing out garbled words that became clearer as his climax came to an end.
“I-Inside…” Godbrand made out the plea in some of the babble and something clicked in his brain as he set a brutal pace again for only a few seconds. This was enough to make Hector’s overstimulated pussy suffer, the human crying out as the vampire held him down and pumped him full of cum.
Godbrand finally pulled out, huffing out a groan of exhaustion as he watched the cum and blood spill from Hector’s abused cunt. He lets out a small chuckle, proud of his work. A clump of blood follows after the initial spillage and Godbrand raises an eyebrow, shrugging to himself before picking it up between his fingers, putting it in his mouth. The taste is definitely Hector, but he can tell a difference from the first time. Hector was no longer pure, deflowered by a vampire and forever robbed of his purity. Godbrand smiles at the thought. He liked the flavor like this better anyway.
Hector is still recovering, completely oblivious to Godbrand’s actions as he takes deep breaths. He can feel the stickiness between his thighs that is slowly being paired with soreness. He groans, tilting his head to the side. He feels the overwhelming need to go to sleep. To rest. He moves his body slightly, the ache in his bones becoming more clear with the subtle movements.
Godbrand removes himself from the bed with the idea to go get some clean cloths to clean up the human. Though, when he stands to go get them he makes the mistake of looking back at Hector.
Hector is relaxing, his eyes closed gently as he rolls over. His hair is still matted to his forehead, clinging to his neck and cheeks as his skin glistens with sweat. The bags under his eyes are darker than usual, cheeks adorned with fresh tear streaks. The rest of his body is flush, accentuating his natural red undertones. His legs are closed together tightly, the red painting his inner thighs as he continues to bleed. Dry blood is wiped all over the rest of his legs and some of his waist from Godbrand’s handling.
Godbrand bites his lip, thinking for a moment– Fuck it. He leans over, placing a subtle kiss to the man’s forehead. He stops himself before going any further, his dead heart lighting up as he sees Hector softly smile, nuzzling into the pillow as he calmly waits for Godbrand’s return.
The viking makes his escape, taking a moment to breathe as he steps into the small washroom. He puts a hand over his chest and clenches his teeth. This cannot be happening. Fuck. He looks to the mirror to see nothing and realizes how truly fucked he was. He remembers the solemnly broken look that Dracula wore after the death of his human wife and Godbrand could never bring himself to understand his woes. Now when he looked at Hector he felt as his heart was pumping blood to his body, his skin producing heat, everything that was impossible. Now he understood.
He resigns himself to his fate, picking up a clean cloth and wetting it with the sink. He still hates these things. All the faucets and lights that adorn Dracula’s castle, the use of such contraptions didn’t come naturally to someone like Godbrand. Maybe to someone like Hector. They were so different, weren’t they?
Godbrand walks back into the room to find Hector in a light sleep, his mind and body exhausted from the experience. The viking places a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently as he rubs a piece of hair out of his face with his thumb. They both smile in unison as Hector wakes up.
They don’t say anything and Godbrand goes to work cleaning up his lover, wiping his body down with the cloth. He saves his thighs for last, well, second last. He cleans up the dry blood that sticks to the human’s skin, admiring how it looked when it was freshly cleaned and pampered. He wondered what he’d look like after a bath.
He puts the cloth to Hector’s folds, earning a soft exhale from him as Godbrand wiped down all of the fluids that clung to the outside of his pussy. He goes over it a few more times than necessary before Hector huffs out in annoyance.
“Just making sure you were clean.” Godbrand comments as he throws the rag to the other side of the room without a care in the world. He climbs into the bed beside Hector, and the human settles immediately.
“Thank you.” No quip, no banter–Just sincere gratitude. Hector said clearly before wrapping his arms around one of Godbrands, one of his hand’s intertwining with the viking’s. “Can I stay here for the day?”
“Of course, baby.” Godbrand says, his voice still husky. He moves his other arm to embrace Hector, bringing the human closer to him.
They lay there in silence, and Godbrand assumes Hector is going to try and rest, but never hears his breathing even out or his heartbeat slow. A long time passes before they talk again, Godbrand showing concern. “Are you okay?”
A pause lingered in the air before Hector answered.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?”
Godbrand chuckles, kissing his forehead. “Fucking gorgeous, baby. Wish we could make babies. They might actually be pretty if they took enough after you.” The viking speaks casually as he holds Hector, but can feel the way his body shakes in his arms.
“U-Um…” Hector buries his head in Godbrand’s chest. “That’d be nice.”
Godbrand’s gaze shifts. Fuck. He was hard again. It only took a few seconds for Hector to notice, and the human smacked his chest in response.
“What?! You can’t say okay to wanting to have my kids and not expect a guy to get hard!”
“You were the one who brought it up!”
“Come on, like you aren’t turned on by the thought?!”
Another beat of silence filled the room.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Godbrand.”
Godbrand hugs him tighter. “Alright, baby.”