Binds
Warnings: Mature Themes, Sexual Situations, Bondage, Blood play, PWP
Author’s Note: The story written here is not intended for all to read. It is very mature in content as it deserves to be told, and there are several reasons why immature eyes should not come upon the content.
It surprised me when you suddenly held me back just when I was about to leave for my customary feeding, and I look back at you with a questioning gaze.
“Yes, Iblis?” I asked, and you went forward brazenly and placed a kiss upon my lips, stifling any response coming from me and I halted for a moment, kissing you back, wondering what was bringing upon this unlikely action. You never held me back when I was about to leave, and I suddenly became genuinely curious upon this sudden behaviour.
When you pulled away you led me to the bedroom that we rarely used, and there lay a beautiful redheaded young girl sleeping in the bed, her peach-coloured skin flushed. I look at you questioningly watching as you spoke.
“I took her especially for you,” you said, your voice calm as usual without any hint of an accent and then you smiled. I think I felt my heart lurch for a moment, before stilling. “She looks luscious, yes? Take her. I’ll help you dispose of her body.” Then, a pause. “We could do anything we want afterwards…” I licked my lips at your blatant invitation, and returned your smile.
With this, I stared. But then I am an absolute fool for you, aren’t I? A fool for your charms; your piercing blue eyes, and I questioned nothing. I even gave you a little knowing smirk, as though to say – Thank you for making my life a little easier– and came closer to her. Her heart beat slowly, almost too slow, but I never noticed.
“Well, go on…” you spoke again, in an oddly patronising manner and I berated you for your impatience, which was contradictory of you seeing as you constantly told me off for mine. I grinned and fetchingly bared a fang to you before turning away to sink my fangs into her flesh, and warm, thick blood spurted onto my tongue.
But something was different. There was a lingering taste of something indistinguishable in this blood. How could such a young one have so much bitterness in her blood? And there I felt something rather disgusting suddenly, my body rejecting the foulness in it and I pulled away, my chest heaving.
“W-What…” I tried to speak, ended up in a slur, my head dizzying, staring up at you incredulously, and your demonic smirk caught me off-guard. I finally realised what you’ve done. But I never thought–! “You poisoned me…!” I cried out, dropping to the ground, feeling the numbing sensations, before the tainted blood seemed to choke me, and I clutched at my throat, helpless and in great pain. My body was forced to expel of the taint, and the process was hopelessly agonising.
“A homemade potion of cyanide and absinthe, undiluted,” you spoke calmly, staring at your fingernails, then to me with a demonic smirk, looking at me as though I wasn’t suffering. I choked for breath, and my eyes burned, my vision clouded with a red film of blood tears, and I clawed at my throat until it bled. And oddly enough, my body seemed not to hasten to heal.
“Bastard,” I seethed hoarsely, the best I could in this fog of pain. “What did I ever do to you?” This question went unanswered as I succumbed to the effects of the tainted blood, and the last thing I saw was you leaning over me and that disgustingly sickening smirk on your lips, and I succumbed to the darkness.
I was disoriented when I woke up, something that rarely happens to me. My senses having always been alert and ready by nature. After recollecting myself the best I could, I realised what had transpired. Then I saw you looming over me like a haunting spectre, stroking my hair gently like there was nothing abnormal at all.
I tried pushing your hand away, only to realise I couldn’t move at all. I looked down and cursed aloud; you had bound me to the bed, nude; even though this fact hardly bothered me. We have played this game before to some extent, but not quite like this. I let out a bitter laugh, before spitting out, “You’re a fucking bastard, Iblis.” And you smirked.
Whatever it was you tied me down with, I knew I could break it. Just you wait, you selfish demon. I tugged at the binds with held me down with all of my strength, surprised that it wasn’t budging; not one bit. My strength alone is inhumanly powerful, and whatever iron these are made of – they were not made by human hands. You further confirm this by laughing at me and running your fingers into my hair, causing me to snarl and bare my fangs. “Chains forged by the dwarfs,” you told me with a hint of amusement, and I rolled my eyes in contempt, still struggling to believe this situation, that I could be held down like this – me! –unfathomable it was.
There was a slight fear that your intentions might have been to kill me, and being the fool I am I had forced this notion out, trusting you without question. And it is stupid, really, being in the situation made me realise what I’ve landed myself into. I knew by associating myself with a being like you I should have expected this, but nothing of this degree. Pinning me down like this? What, all this restraint? Me, an immortal, same as you are? Really!
When I began to laugh your calm expression changed, showing a hint of anger as you grasp forcefully onto my hair, yanking on it, and I glowered at you. “What’s the meaning of this?” I growled. “You’re not going to get away with this, and you know it.”
The callous way you mention how bored you are of me, and how much you wish I could just die, causes the ire to light up inside me like nothing else. I simply roll my eyes and force upon you one of my blessed vampiric powers, applying harsh force around your neck with but a thought, my eyes burning with anger. You growl at this, pushing this away and landing a hard slap on my face. What, and you thought you would get away with those remarks you make of me?
“You always have been so shameless,” you growled into my ear, and I nearly laughed again. Oh, is that – being shameless – something punishable? Is that such a crime? It’s just the card I happened to draw when that God above decided to make me. You grasp my hair forcefully again, making me look at you. My eyes look at you with spite, and I have an almost cruel smirk on my lips. If I could, I would have already been on you and tearing into your throat and draining you nearly dry with my sharp dagger-like teeth, and I make this known. Oh, but I’ve done it before. I’ve heard and seen you scream for it. You know it.
You responded by straddling my naked hip and pinning me down with harsh force, not that I could have pushed you off with these damned chains on me. I sighed a little and stared up at you, and saw you produce a sharp knife, and that gleam in your eyes… my old heart was unsettled.
Tongue against metal. You proceeded to lick over the sharp edge of the blade in a showy manner, as though taunting and threatening me at the same time, and I only laid back to watch this. I wanted to roll my eyes again at this. Are you done yet? Now please release me. Of course, being the obnoxious self-centred demon you are, you’re far from complying.
This wasn’t fair, really, you using childish methods like tricking me, poisoning me, only to pin me down and make me do what you wanted. If only you’d made life easier for the both of us and simply just tell me what you wanted with me. But yes, you being the brat you are, you wanted to assert yourself above me and tie me down like this. I laugh again at the expression on your face, taunting you more, feeling the chains dig into my arms and feet, ask you whether you’re getting off on this, whether you’re getting hard seeing me tied up and bent to your will.
You ask me to shut up, but why should I? You should have gagged me too, I tell you. From your expression, you know you’re just about to agree with me. But then you start telling me how isolated this house is, how no one would come and save me –not even one of the older ones who used to take care of me. And how no one would ever hear me scream.
I laugh again, tell you seductively how much I was expecting you to say all that. It’s been a while since you’ve been this infuriating. It’s sort of a turn-on for me, I tell you, chuckling, but I couldn’t help the gasp when you slapped me again, glaring darkly at you when that made me quieten down.
“I’m going to make you feel everything tonight, Cadmus,” you said, in a promising, almost tender manner, trailing the end of the blade against my skin, over my chest and hip and thigh, leaving a long, thin red line of blood forming, “I’d get bored of you if you weren’t feeling anything. We’d be just like humans that are bored of life, won’t we? Pointlessness… You know how that isn’t our way of living.”
And what was your point exactly? I noticed my gash slowly starting to heal… the poison really did quite a number on my system. You’ve thought this out quite well too. I commend you for this, and you laugh, gripping onto my chin and forced me to look at you.
“I’d like to see you with a different emotion, Cadmus. Perhaps pain… despair, hurt, sadness, all these I’ve never seen on your face before.” Then you brought the blade down to mar the side of my cheek, made blood drip over my skin, “You’ve always looked good with blood on you, Cadmus, especially your own blood.”
This was starting to be some sort of a power play, I realise. The poison was affecting me considerably, but I made it look like nothing was affecting me. It would only please you to see the pain on me, and that only rendered me vulnerable, and why should I grant you the pleasure of seeing me in that way? You’re a selfish bastard in this way you’re coldly trying to manipulate me and force me into submission, but I’m all past that. I should be used to it, shouldn’t I? That’s part of what drives me to be attracted to you, too. How boring would life be, without you? I’m not about to admit this aloud, either. There will be so much regret if I did.
“You’ve always liked to take my blood without my permission, haven’t you?” You questioned me when you very well knew the answer, dragging the blade over my thigh and licking every droplet that trickled out, “Perhaps this was just what you really needed. Some retribution.” I couldn’t help the sudden jerk when you bit down right there, tearing my flesh off much too swiftly and leaving me to bleed, and you just lapped it up like the monster you were. Gods… you were getting to be quite shameless right now. “But you’ll heal from all of my abuse tomorrow, won’t you? Pity, I can’t mark you the way I want to,” you said infuriatingly, and I only looked at you, subdued and keeping my calm.
“Pity the way you can’t stop wanting me if you wanted to,” I said blithely, earning another harsh smack on my face, and the hand that lingered there… I dexterously moved my mouth to begin licking and sucking over your finger, seeing your pleased expression as I did the lewd motion slowly, then just bit down harshly on your digit with a fang. I laugh when I tasted your hot blood, saw you retract away from me like you’ve been burnt.
Then you just slapped me hard across the face once more, and that left me reeling, bruised and frowning and just about to lash out, but the restraints were did do a good job. I sighed and relaxed because nothing would come out of this, nothing at all.
“Giving in to me already? How boring. And I thought you would have fought me more.”
I roll my eyes and sigh, try to will the bonds away, try to cut them off with a sharp fingernail. You noticed this and just pinned my hands down harder, hearing the crack of bone, and I winced. “Just get on with this, won’t you?” I said dully, and I heard you laugh and say no. Fine. You want me as your plaything? The crude demon as you are, and the crude vampire as I am… what could come out of this?
Then you suddenly got off me, and left me alone all bound up like this. You left the room and came back with a satchel, taking something out, something circular and then your hand moved over my thigh deliciously and then over my flaccid member, and you stroked my length demandingly, forcing my body react, and I was just unable to resist. And when I was hard, you slipped that ring around the base of my member, and I realised what it was.
“It’s not like you’d die from this, anyway,” you said indifferently, “Madden you, perhaps, but you can’t die from it.” I nearly growled, knowing very well your devious intent. I probably would have enjoyed it had the circumstances been better, had you not drugged me up in the first place and done all these things to me. Then you began running your lips and tongue over my stomach demandingly, felt the edges of your sharp teeth against my skin, bracing for it and yet gasping as your fangs pierced into my flesh again, tearing into me like you were hungry… and this was just so animalistic, there was nothing in your eye that was apologetic about this.
“You deserve this,” you said accusingly, and I growled at your mocking words and it would be foolish to say that it wasn’t hurting me. Then your hands moved down my thighs and over my stiff member again, stroking and laving in my reactions and grinning at me infuriatingly, your look telling me I did deserve this. Even right then, you looked beautiful, in your attempt to overpower me… Ah, you do this once, Iblis, I’ll return it to you a thousand-fold.
It maddened me, the way you touched me, spreading my legs open like I was all but your display and this was humiliating. “If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just said,” I growled, and you gripped onto my hair and made me look at you in the eye.
“What fun would that be?”
I gasped feeling a finger invade me, felt it moving in and out dry and that was just uncomfortable. Then you were taunting me with words, telling me lewdly how much you could play around with my body and not get bored, because there was no limit as to what I can take. Gods, dirty words… words I never thought could come out from your mouth, Iblis, because sometimes you pretended to be so restrained I almost believed in your act. Had I been human, I would have flushed terribly, but this pain was nothing compared to what I’ve felt before, but it stung all the same.
“You actually like this, don’t you? You sick bastard. You’re actually getting off on pain. But pain’s nothing to you, isn’t it?” You grasped my cheek, made me look at the intrusion of your finger, and you just added a second digit, a third, then a fourth, all just so forcefully, and then there was blood from your fingernails hitting the tender flesh there, and you just seemed to enjoy the sight of blood. “You’ll just heal anyway. I could tear you here over and over and you’d just love it.” You just grinned at me again, your eyes dangerous and dark, “You’d probably ask me to do it to you again and again.”
“Would you just shut up?” I snarled, my impatience coming to an end, gritting my teeth because that hurt, and I wasn’t healing as fast as normal. “You’re a sadist.”
“So? You know I’m a demon. It’s what I do. It’s what you know I’d do.”
Then all five of your fingers slid inside, and I gasped at the intrusion, squirming and trying to get away, because you were going in all dry without anything slicking the way, save for the blood, and this pain was almost unbearable, turning my head to the side so you couldn’t see my expression. My fangs accidentally nicked my bottom lip when I bit down on it, and more blood just came from the little wound. You noticed this, then grasped my head and began to lap up my blood, obviously pleased and enjoying my discomfort, moving your whole fist inside me till the wrist was engulfed. Even with this body, I am overwhelmed and filled.
“Ah, but you’re still so hard, I know you love this,” you said carelessly, moving the whole damn thing in and out, in and out, but at least to your credit you did it slowly. A small whimper escaped my lips, and my eyes widened – had I not been tied I would have covered my mouth, so you wouldn’t have the pleasure to hear it again. You’re absolutely sadistic to be doing this to me.
“Oh, what’s that?” you asked me tauntingly, “You trying to tell me you love this? Huh? But you can’t come just yet.” You moved it even deeper than I can take, felt my eyes water from the excessive stretching, “I won’t let you.” You just think this is a game, don’t you? You toy with me like this, expect me to take it… but there is no love between us when you do this to me, Iblis.
I was just in a mindless state of my own, delirious with the sensation and pain, trying hard not to whimper or let any other pathetic sounds come from my lips, until finally, just finally you pulled your fist out from me. There was blood from my torn insides, and then you licked on it, disgusting and lewd, and I just wanted this over with.
“Quit playing with me, Iblis.”
“But this is only the beginning, Cadmus, don’t you realise it yet?”
I clearly heard the sound of the zipper, and saw as you took your large, unaroused member and began to stroke yourself in front of me. I watched for a moment then gasped again when you grasped my hair, forced open my mouth to take your length in. “Don’t try to bite me or anything foolish, Cadmus. You already understand who’s in control here.” Your hand was on the back of my head, guiding me down as you forced more of your thick member down my throat and I was forced to take it, and you obviously just found so much pleasure in this, eyes watering slightly at how forceful you were getting to be, forced to suck or I would have choked pathetically on you.
“It’s good that you’re a vampire, you don’t need to breathe while you’re sucking my cock.” I don’t know what’s gotten into you with this, so I just willingly guided my mouth, throat and lips to please you, sucking hard until my mouth was swollen, already rendered breathless, but I kept on going on and on, and you growled to me how wanton I looked, how shameless. You told me how much you were enjoying this, with the way you completely dominate me, and I could hardly think about anything anymore, you were grabbing my hair and forcing yourself into my mouth so forcefully, until finally, after long, torturous moments you pulled away and finished all over my face.
How completely humiliating. And I couldn’t reach to wipe it off my face either, feeling the warm liquid all over my skin, and you grinned triumphantly at me, swiping a finger over some of the fluid and forced it past my mouth to suck. Your essence was just so bitter, I almost couldn’t stand it, then you forced me onto all fours and propped my hips up into place, to be displayed like this for you was just strangely arousing… and then I realised I was still so hard. I curse my body for being so disgustingly unfaithful.
Then you brought down your hand onto my bottom in a harsh smack, and I couldn’t help but to be jutted forward, helpless and unable to rip myself away from the binds. “Aren’t you going to tell me to stop, Cadmus?” you asked me, and I could just feel you grinning over this, “I didn’t know you enjoyed pain this much. You know, if you suggested something, I could perhaps consider it, even if I was a demon…”
“Fuck you, Iblis!” I growled out, accidentally crying out when you smacked me harder than before, and again, then hoisted my hips into place and felt your fingers wandering over the bloodied ring of muscle. “You… damn you if you think I’m going to beg…”
Then you laughed infuriatingly and felt fingers press into me again, filling me up and I was only just barely healed, felt the fingers replaced by something larger, more insistent. You slammed hard inside me, and my eyes widened, my mouth open and my body quavered from that large intrusion. You had to taunt me so, you cursed demon! I let out a shaky breath, my torn muscles tense around your invading length, and you had to make a comment about how tight I was, how I was completely pleasing you, and how exciting this act was, pulling back out and slamming back in with vicious strength.
My arms could barely support myself when you began the harsh thrusts into me, pressed up against the headboard like some whore as you claimed me hard and deep. There was some pleasure in this, but the pain completely overwhelmed it, and despite my straining length there was that damned ring around it that restricted my pleasure. I couldn’t set my mind straight enough to focus on anything, just the sensation of you filling me up over and over again, until you met your climax, forcing me to take it all inside. This was only one-sided pleasure, and you knew it, turning me around onto my back like I weighed nothing and you just began your renewed thrusts into me once more. More slick sounds I could hear, of flesh against flesh as you claimed me possessively.
More lewd, dirty words from your mouth again. You enjoy this too much, I think hazily, saw you move your hand down and began to remove that restricting ring from around my member, and I think I gasped and lost myself, and it did feel good, it really did, being filled like this, though I wasn’t about to admit it to you. And it seemed like you wouldn’t notice either.
A few more thrusts like that and I don’t think I can handle it anymore. My voice betrayed me, and I think I could hear myself moaning your name, until I was liquefied with climax, and that was only just intensified on my part when you rip into my jugular with your teeth, arching disgustingly, and so wantonly against your body.
You infuriate me all the time… but those tender little kisses as you undid my binds and just kissed my skin, and I sighed in the aftermath. You could take me so viciously in one time and be so tender in the next, it’s impossible to gauge what you’re going to do next, and that’s one of the many things that draw me to you. You could just make me lash out to you one moment, and render me breathless in the next, and that’s the beauty of you, Gods, how strange this is.
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