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Charles took a minute to breathe, not that he necessarily needed to breathe. He hadn’t had the need for years, but there was something entering and comforting about that purely human action.
When he had taken up leadership of the Monaco coven, he haunts expected it to involve quite so many boring meetings, that only ended in disagreement. However, that seems to be how the tiles fell. Years of cultivating a fearsome persona and gaining leadership of one of the richest covens in the modern world, only to sit at a desk of Old old vampires from other covens talking about borders and broken vows.
The skittering sound of claws on marble made him snap out of it. He looked down as the twin cats, Sassy and Jimmy, his human’s beloved pets.
His Human’s pets
It was in the middle of the night, why were the cats out and about??
Wondering, Charles made his way over to Max’s room. A room he had given the human, so that he may rest and have a place to sleep whenever he required.
Not so that he may stay up at all hours of the night, when a human was normally supposed to be asleep and play on the Sim.
Stalking into the room, Charles stood next to Max, radiating disbelief. Only to wilt when Max didn’t so much as flinch at the sudden appearance.
“Max what are you doing up so late? I thought you would be asleep by now?” Charles tried to keep his voice soft.
“Trying to beat the track record.”Max replied, not turning from the screen.
Charles huffed. Max did seem to be in a bad mood. Probably because he was back late.
He had asked Max to be here today even though he had an class tomorrow.
Worrying at his lip, Charles wondered what he could do to get Max out of the sim and happy with him again.
Well, when in doubt, go with something you know works well.
“Oh. Are you not coming to bed ? “
A grunt was all the response he got for that.
“Well I was just …. Never mind.” Charles back tracked and made as if to leave the room.
Immediately he could hear Max pushing away from the Sim.
“What ? What is it?” Max asked, tone worried and yet also slightly suspicious.
Charles hid a smirk before turning towards Max, his face a picture of reluctance.
“Ahh it’s nothing … I was just feeling a bit tired from the journey and was wondering if you would…. But its okay !! If you’re not feeling up for it I can just take one of the bags..”
“No.” Max’s face flashed with jealousy as Charles mentioned the Blood bag.
“You can feed from it.. its not a big issue.” Max said, trying very hard to radiate nonchalance, but missing by a mile.
“Are you sure? You didn’t seem like you were coming to bed.. you seemed quite upset.”
“I’m fine. Just don’t come so late again.” Max mutters, before quickly pushing past Charles and striding towards their bedroom.
Charles chucked softly to himself, admiring the flush of red on Max’s ears.
His human was the cutest.
Following the direction in which Max had left, Charles found him seated on the futon of his bedroom. His face was flushed red and he was incapable of looking Charles in the eyes, pupils darting about not settling on one thing.
“Well come one then, get on with it.”
“ Of course, thank you.”
Charles smoothly slid into a place on the futon.
“Come here. You know its easier that way.”
Huffing Max shuffled along to be closer to Charles, who smirked at his absolutely adorable behaviour and then swiftly plucked him up and seated him onto his lap.
“Charles!!” Max’s voice turned into a squeak.
“You love this way Cheri.”
Charles adjusted his grip on Max’s waist, pulling him closer until he was held flush against him, side turned into Charles’ chest and Max’s neck at the perfect height for Charles to bite into.
Charles blew onto the bare soft skin on Max’s neck just to see him shudder.
“Hold on.” Charles muttered, before placing his sharp fangs on the thin fluttering skin above Max’s carotid and biting in.
Max whined and arched into his hold at the intense pain.
Charles held on, sucking deeply, letting his mouth flood with the sweet sweet nectar of Max’s blood.
No other blood had that effect on him. Got his undead heart feel like it was beating again, like he could feel the tingle of moonlight upon his skin.
Once the initial high had worn off, Charles turned his attention back to Max, who was now whining and writhing in his arms.
Amused Charles traced one hand down to Max’s crotch, letting his fingers curve around the bulge there. It fit perfectly in his hand, small enough to be completely engulfed.
Max whined and rut up into the cupped surface of Charles’ hand. High on the erotic pleasure the bite gave him.
No other human had reacted quite like this to Charles’ bite, maybe that is why he made so many exceptions for this unique human.
The first he had ever let into his home, his bed. The first to truly know him.
Charles caressed the bulge through the small shorts Max ws wearing. A piece of clothing so nonsensical as it hid nothing from sight, displaying thigh plush thighs and the cute needy bulge.
Charles suckled slowly, retracting his fangs and letting blood drip slowly into his mouth ad he urged Max to rut into his hand.
Max whined and writhed, hips jack rabbiting with the need to come. Soft desperate please interspersed with reverent calls of his name fell from Max’s plush lips.
Charles granted his unvoiced request by sucking just a bit harder as he ground his palm onto Max’s clothed dick.
Max let out a chocked off sound before his entire body froze as he came hard. Thick sticky cum filling his shorts and ruining them.
The orgasm seemed to last quite a while, leaving Max boneless and malleable in Charles’ arms. Charles licked over the wound on Max’s neck, making it close up as he pulled his lips away.
“That was wonderful Cheri. Thank you.” Charles kissed Max’s hair.
Max grumbled something as he snuggled closer to Charles.
He was also so adorable and sleepy after a feeding and a good orgasm.
Chuckling at the response, Charles stood up with Max still cradled in his arms. He would clean his human up in the bathroom before they can go to bed, after all Max does get quite cross when he wakes up with sticky pants.