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In old tales of european mythology, a corpse rises from its grave at night and bites the necks of the living to suck their blood. The first recorded vampire - the Edimmu of Mesopotamia (also known as the Ekimmu) - dates back 6,000 years. Following reports of a pre-existing folk belief in south-eastern and eastern Europe, which in some cases led to corpses being staked and people being accused of vampirism, the word “vampire” became widely used in Western Europe. In south-eastern Europe, there were also local variations of the term, including strigoi in Romania, vrykolakas in Greece and shtriga in Albania.

Vampire hunting is a tough and rather troublesome business to be in. Along with the fusion of hunter and church, the facade of bravery, grandeur, and mysticism serves a dual purpose. It is meant to promote trade and appear more regal to both humans and monsters. Felix has observed vampires fleeing at the sight of a hunter, though he is unsure if this is a direct result of his own influence in the area.

Felix has been a member of the secret organisation for six years. The secret order had come together in a covenant to protect humanity from the underworld and its creatures from the lower planes. Although Lee Felix was only 25 years old, his notoriety preceded him, having begun hunting at the impressionable age of 19.

The secret order had tasked Felix with finding a dilapidated, abandoned chapel. Ironically, there were rumours in the streets that the governor of this abandoned sacred building was the highest ranking vampire leader.

Felix hadn’t expected to find the large wooden door slightly ajar as he quietly climbed the stairs of the old church ruin. After taking a deep breath and gathering himself, he squeezed through the narrow entrance. Felix entered the once bustling holy place, but was left feeling abandoned and alone. The old structure was still standing, but Felix’s immediate surroundings had structural damage and a collapsed conversion roof. Felix walked quietly past the rows of pews as he made his way down the corridor. The once revered and sacred place to confess your sins or share your troubling ideas.

A deep chamber with steps leading down into a pit, the tomb was almost screaming with vampires. Felix suddenly noticed something on the pillars of the building.

Felix took his lantern and walked down the narrow tunnel of the catacomb until Felix groaned as he fell onto his stomach after being violently pulled down the ladder-like steps and violently thrown to the ground. A dagger is attached to his foot. He just has to - Chan smiles wildly before saying calmly, “I’ve been waiting for you to come looking for me,” as he circles Felix and looks at him like a lion at a lamb. “I’ve never seen an ordained official in leather,” he sings in a soft rasp, oddly flirting with pleasure.

His comment warms Felix’s ears. Traditional hunting dress straddles the line between the sacred and the practical. The priestly robes of noble, primitive tones, shapeless tunics and trousers seem at first to be at odds with the long leather gloves and boots.

“I think you already know that I’m not a religious leader,” Felix says finally. His head is still spinning, his vision slightly blurred.

“Oh, that wasn’t a question, hunter.” Chan grins wryly as Felix rises from the ground with ease. Felix is only too aware that the vampire who appeared in his early 20s was just a facade; in reality, he could be hundreds of years old.

The notorious head vampire, Bang Chan, attacks Felix again, slamming him against the crypt wall before he can reach for his dagger. This time, Chan tightens his grip on Felix’s throat, preventing him from breathing. “I’m going to teach you a lesson this time, Hunter, one you won’t forget,” he says. On the battlefield, Felix had faced the bloodsucker again and again. Each time, Felix narrowly escaped death. Chan’s aura made Felix nervous, and he could almost feel the power of the vampires choking him as it rippled through the air.

“What are you?” - Felix suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and turned to face the appearance of the infamous Bang Chan. Chan is almost shedding his skin, revealing his true vampiric identity. His skin is dull and disgusting, with a corpse-like appearance, and feels as if it is dangling from his enormous frame. It can’t be called that, because it imitates a demon with human skin. Felix can see the long, matted, brown-black hair that surrounds his face under his slouch hat. Clawed hands, large enough to drip with the blood and brain fluid of other vampires, are Felix’s as the monster lazily lays its headless body aside and stares at him with eyes that can only be described as greedy.

It fits easily around his leg. There is no humanity there, only hunger. Then Felix opens his mouth, puts his tongue over his teeth, and holds it open until it reaches his pointed ears. Felix can see how the skin on the sides of his face is forever torn and distorted, lining his two rows with blood-soaked, uneven bony ridges that hardly resemble human teeth.

“Did anyone ever warn you that it’s risky to venture out this late?” Chan asks, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smile.

“I had to find out if the rumours about a vampire hiding in a church crypt were true.” Felix scowls with narrowed eyes.

Chan chuckled loudly, “You took the bait so easily, sweetheart. I was the one who spread that pathetic rumour, hoping you would sneak up on me.” The vampire said as he rolled his eyes and continued, and Felix realised he had been staring in wide-eyed silence for a moment too long: “Fine, I’ll make it even easier.” He moved even closer, almost brushing his lips against Felix’s ear as he murmured, “You want to get out of here safe and sound, don’t you, sweetheart? Let me fuck you, hunter.” Felix looks up at the vampire, his eyes following the movement with a ravenous intensity, his breath coming raggedly from his pouty lips. He pushes Felix to his knees, bending his legs just enough to bring Felix to eye level with the protrusion of his crotch as they remain fixed on him. Felix wasn’t ready to die, but he knew that if he didn’t comply with Chan’s wishes, this would undoubtedly be his doomed end.

It’s not tempting to remove Felix’s gloves, but he watches with rapt attention as Chan does so. His claws twitch at his sides as if it took all his strength not to rip all of Felix’s clothes off his body, and his nostrils flare sharply as Felix pulls off the first glove and then the second.

Maybe this is it.

Felix tosses the gloves in the bin and reaches for the vampire’s belt buckle, unsure whether to look at his face or his intended victim. Felix chooses the former, but finds it difficult to concentrate as he stumbles over his words: “I’m, um... I don’t have a strong gag reflex, so even though I haven’t had much practice with it...”

The sound of the vampire’s sinister chuckle makes Felix’s stomach clench almost as much as his large palm rises to cradle the back of his blond head. “You make me feel like I’m getting special treatment, darling. Never apologise.”

Chan has called him darling twice now, and Felix has to admit he enjoys the compliment more than he should. Felix is about to give him the side-eye when he feels a palm on the back of his head and is suddenly pulled inwards. As Felix’s face is pressed against the vampire’s crotch, the vampire realises his plans and opens his jaw to mouth him through the cloth. Felix is convinced he must be terrible at this, because it’s messy, but Felix doesn’t care; the vampire clearly sounds excited from the back of his throat. When Felix turns to face him, he sees him staring back at him, eyes wide, entranced by Felix’s efforts, and his tongue lolling from his villainous lips.

That tongue, my God. It is frighteningly prehensile and unfathomably huge. Before Felix can consider the consequences, he must force himself to turn away.

Felix can feel it through the fabric, hardening under his attempts, and his patience is wearing to the bone. Pressing both palms against his legs and shoving is enough to get the message across. The vampire releases Felix’s head so he can work on his belt buckle.

Chan growls loudly, “There’s no hurry. I’m not exactly small, you know,” Chan had informed him. Who would have thought a wild vampire leader could be so polite?

Felix just rolled his eyes this time and replied, as Felix began to unbuckle his belt, “You don’t have to gloat. Just let me have a look.” Chan creates enough space behind Felix by leaning one hand against the crypt wall and bending his legs just enough so that Felix can easily pull down his trousers and show off his erection.

... Oh.

As Felix confronts something that is... disproportionately large, he can feel the colour leaving his face. Felix tries to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a silent utterance of shock.

Felix should be terrified. He can’t even get his small palm around the vampire’s base. He can’t possibly fit the whole thing in his mouth, and he can already feel his jaw aching from trying. Its size, closer to Felix’s wrist than a human’s erection, is almost amusing. Felix, on the other hand, clenches his legs and whimpers as he still looks at it.

“I warned you.” Although the vampire’s tone is deafeningly smug, he makes no attempt to pull Felix’s face back to his crotch. The vampire doesn’t share Felix’s patience, but he respects it. Felix gives the vampire a half-hearted scowl in response to his attitude, before spitting into the small palm of his hand and stroking it from base to tip. He sighs softly as he runs his claws through Felix’s hair.

“You don’t have to be so smug,” Felix breathes, trying and failing to sound annoyed. “Wow, just wow. Just give me a moment, please.”

The vampire replies, still sounding extremely pleased with himself, “I’m not going anywhere. Go at your own pace.” Felix gives him an unconvincing look and takes a deep breath, before opening his lips wide and dragging his tongue from root to tip. He lets out another loud, almost groaning sigh, and Felix repeats it before bringing his head to his lips. He struggles to keep his teeth clean, but tries to encircle the thickened vampire with his pouty lips as he presses firmly against Felix’s tongue.

Chan sings, “That’s it, sweetheart,” as Felix strokes the rest of his cock. When Felix looks up, he sees the vampire already watching him rapturously from above. “Fuc-fuck, you’re a natural,” the pigment that had previously disappeared from Felix’s face has now fully returned, and Felix knows that he can see right through the brief glare he gives him. Despite his size, Felix is persistent. He slowly fists at the large vampires, trying to strangle him, doing his best to bob his head during the first few inches.

Felix makes a valiant effort, even though he knows he will never get it all in his mouth. Felix can hear the vampires breathing loudly and raggedly above him, hissing through his fangs as he runs his tongue along the underside, stroking over anything that doesn’t fit.

It wasn’t until the vampire poked at the back of his throat that Felix almost vomited, but he managed to fight it off and swallowed loudly all around him.

After a low hiss at the end of his groan, the vampire suddenly rocks his hips forward and hits Felix’s throat again. Felix coughs again, jerking away with a gasp, but he doesn’t wait long to encircle your lips again as he inhales forcefully through his nostrils. The way the vampire’s arousal pulsates on Felix’s tongue, and the way the vampire’s grip tightens on the back of Felix’s fluffy head, is exciting. Felix is far from any path, so the idea that any lost hunter or traveller could see him right now is more fantasy than anything else. Still, the thrill of the increased risk motivates him to keep going.

Chan purrs as Felix lowers his length as far as possible.

“Aren’t you a sight? My little hunter, taking it so well. As if you were made for me.” Chan growls hoarsely, as if struggling to keep his composure. “I’d fuck this pretty face every night if I had the chance.” His words shouldn’t have this effect on Felix, but such pure, unfiltered praise and attention is so new that it draws a greedy moan from Felix’s lips, muffled by his dick.

Felix recognises Chan has realised what is going on, as his cracked lips curl back to expose his vampire teeth in a ruthless grin. “You like that, love? Being destroyed by a monster?”

Felix doesn’t think. He just nods desperately, grinning broadly. He hisses, “I should have known,” and Chan begins to rock his hips forward again, taking control of the situation. “Someone with that taste wouldn’t look at me like that.”

The vampire’s dick nudges Felix’s neck and eases further, sliding into his throat, completely cutting off his air for a split second, before releasing again, interrupting Felix’s second moan. With Felix’s head bent to meet his thrusts, he quickly becomes relentless, developing a rhythm as he fills Felix’s lips and throat with each thrust of his hips. Felix looks up at the vampire, tears clouding his vision as Felix’s hands move from caressing him to clutch his waist too desperately. His cool composure crumbles like a matchstick before Felix’s eyes as he continues to stare down at him with wide, half-mad eyes.

“That’s right,” he snarls through his teeth as he fucks Felix in the face. “Take it. Take it. You are all mine.”

Even though Felix struggles to breathe, let alone speak, he knows that his strangled moans speak better than any words ever could. Felix has never been so wet. His more monstrous than human smile is back, along with his vampire-like grin.

It doesn’t take long for the vampire’s low growl to become louder and longer. His hip swings more erratic and frantic. Finally, as the attack reaches its climax, the vampire grabs Felix’s head in his claws and moans deeply.

Felix nearly chokes as the vampire forces a large amount of blood down his throat, but he swallows most of it after squeezing his eyes shut. More blood drips down the vampire’s jaw as he exits, and Felix can feel it as he gasps for air. Felix can lean forward and wipe his eyes as the vampire’s grip on his head loosens. The vampire, obviously still euphoric but friendly, looks down at Felix as he brushes the hair from his face.

A momentary surge of tension pierces Felix as he sits up and rubs his tight jaw. It was exciting, pleasurable, and judging by the proverbial puddle between Felix’s thighs, Felix probably wouldn’t say no to more pleasure. However, the monster’s teeth still gleam in the dim light of Felix’s abandoned lantern, and a part of Felix still has doubts about his ability to keep his word.

Felix rises from the damp crypt floor and Chan jerks to attention, but it’s hard to read the look of expectation on his face as he tucks himself back into his trousers. Felix breaks the silence before he can get too worried. “Well. Um. I should go now.”

The vampire raises a hand to wipe the mess from Felix’s chin as Felix’s speech breaks into a squeak. The vampire presses his thumb to Felix’s lips as he opens his mouth to speak, blushing furiously and smearing his own occult sperm on Felix’s tongue. He lets out a low, threatening growl that makes Felix’s bones quake. The vampire’s hand, which had dropped to press firmly against Felix’s stomach before he could move or find an excuse to get out, pinned Felix to the wall.

“Hunter,” Chan’s other hand wrapped around Felix’s leg effortlessly after touching it there. “We’re not done with our’more than business’ yet.” Felix’s eyes widen, all his muscles go rigid. Felix should have tried to run. Felix’s chances of surviving this, let alone escaping this vampire, are extremely slim. Maybe even zero.

The vampire receives a low moan in response, but he remains true to his word and takes it slowly, moving slowly to penetrate deeper into Felix’s creamed cunt. Even though he can tell from Felix’s dark, wild gaze that he would like nothing better than to bury himself to the fullest, he doesn’t want to break Felix. And he probably could break Felix; he’s barely halfway there, and Felix can already feel so full, so much thicker and longer than anything Felix has ever considered trying to fit inside him. As he continues to ease himself in, bit by bit, the palm on Felix’s thigh dips down in front of his legs to rub small circles against his clit, relieving the initial discomfort with a wave of ecstasy.

He can feel his cock brushing against his cervix a few millimetres before his hips are flush against Felix’s. Heavy testicles scrape against his balls. The vampire stops instantly as Felix gasps for air, desperately reaching back to slap his arm.

“I’m full,” Felix gasps. Felix cannot express that his manhood is simply too big for him. Without missing a beat, Chan watches as he slips out of Felix’s wet cunt, before sliding back in and stopping in the same place, grabbing Felix’s hips. “Good.” He hisses the word as he fills Felix’s tight pussy, followed by a low moan. He almost touches Felix’s cervix with each slow thrust, never painful, but still leaving Felix trembling and so full he can barely breathe. “How do you feel, hunter?” Felix feels it as his gentle thrusts accelerate, each knocking the air out of him. He can hear his veneer of civility cracking open again. The vampire’s testicles are swollen against his body, and he stares directly at Felix, waiting intently for a response, but somehow that undoes him as much as anything else.

Felix moans, gasping for breath, “That’s good.” “Keep going,”

“Good fucking, really tight and snug in there,” Chan grunts again as he fucks him, making the crypt sway. “If I had known you would be so useful to me, I would have spread the word sooner, and you would have come snooping around here sooner.” His filthy words affect Felix. The mental image he conjures up sinks into Felix’s skin and makes him squirm: the vampire roughly pressing Felix against the wall of the dimly lit crypt, gloved fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet, both of them feverishly pursuing their release with no regard for dignity. Felix whimpers, “God,” unable to stop looking over his shoulder behind him. “Please.”

Chan watches as Felix’s little pussy hungrily accepts his cock, while laughing out loud and holding Felix’s legs so tight it hurts. “Oh, darling. I’m sure we can do this.”

Felix has to be more careful, because he still has to travel home after this incident and keep everything a secret, and because he is still unsure of his true abilities. Although he may want to drag this out and perhaps make Felix beg for it, he is clearly already having trouble maintaining self-control. But, as has been the case from the start, the barely contained ferocity in his eyes tempts Felix. Felix is curious to see what he might be capable of if he let go of his own chains.

If he knew Felix would like it, what would he do to him, for goodness’ sakes?

Felix lifts his ass even higher than before as he tries to arch his back as much as possible. “Come on, fuck me like you’re an antediluvian,” was the request. Felix makes an effort to spread his legs wide and clench around his dick, as if the vampire inside him needed any more motivation. “P-Please.” The response is swift, his fangs bared in a vicious snarl, eyes bulging as he leans forward, the abrupt change in perspective intensifying everything. As the vampire pulls his head up by Felix’s blonde hair and growls through his fangs, Felix gasps and clings to the floor of the large crypt with both hands.

Being so close and moving so fast could be embarrassing, but Felix doesn’t care. Felix squeezes a hand under his body to reach the wet pussy between his legs, punctuating each breath with a helpless moan. “You’re going to make me...”

The vampire’s astonishment startles Felix as he slaps the hand away from his clit, but the vampire quickly inserts his own hand there before Felix can object. The rough callus adds to the friction, and Felix realises with a jolt of pleasure that he is completely at the vampire’s mercy. He loves it.

Chan growls, “Mine”, and Felix’s building tension finally gives way. As the vampire gets closer, Felix writhes and shakes, moaning loudly and hopelessly with every breath. The vampire sees Felix disintegrating beneath him, but doesn’t stop, just slows his thrusts. By the time he descends, Felix is in the vampire’s embrace, having lost all his bone density. It feels like half an eternity.

The vampire pulls away from Felix completely, before grabbing his hips and rolling him onto his back. By the time Chan was close enough to grind against Felix’s moist, creamy cunt, Felix assumed a borderline gymnastic position, forcing Chan to spread his hands to make room for himself between them. He met Chan’s vampire red eyes as he lifted one of his hands to cradle Felix’s chiselled face. “Darling, did you just come for me?”

Felix’s mental fog has lifted sufficiently by this point, and even though he is lying on his back and feels less exposed, the visual experience is completely different. Before, Felix could see him, but only by craning his neck. Now Felix can clearly see how big he is, how his vicious claws pierce the tender flesh of his inner thighs, and how his chest heaves as he stares down at him with hunger.

The way Chan’s eyes light up at Felix’s confession creates a strange cocktail of arousal and affection in Felix’s stomach, and he nods, still catching his breath. Instead of dwelling on it, Felix reaches far enough to take hold of his manhood and align it with his soaked pussy. “Don’t say you’re going to stop,” Felix says.

“Oh, I wouldn’t even think of it.” Felix could feel his bones resonating with the vampire’s words because they were so deep. “Hold on to me.”

Even though he can only reach his forearms, Felix obeys, and the vampire hastens his hands to grab Felix’s ass and back, holding him up. He becomes increasingly alarmed as the vampire picks him up and lifts them both off the tomb floor. After taking two steps, one to the left and one forward, Felix finds himself with his back to the tomb wall and between the vampire and the wall. He gives Felix a wild smile and has the temerity to wink, before effortlessly burying himself in Felix’s wet cunt with a single hard thrust.

Felix whimpers as his meow grows longer. “Hunter, I’m not finished with you yet. Whenever you want me to have you, I will. When I’m done with you, I won’t be able to pass you by again.” Felix groans as the vampire speeds up again, his eyes wide. His breath is ragged around each sentence, and he’s not yet finished. “Beautiful. Beautiful. Look how well you’re getting taut with your seductive grip on my cock.” Felix is unsure if the command is meant literally or not, but he obeys anyway. Felix looks down and notices a bump in his stomach every time the vampire’s cock fills him to the brim. Felix can feel it when he puts his hand on his stomach.

Felix screams “F-fuck” and the vampire laughs as he moans loudly and urgently. With a start, Felix realises he must be close and not far behind. Without stopping, Felix releases his arm and tears his nails across the vampire’s muscled torso, leaving white marks on his pecs. In response, Felix receives a low growl that is utterly filthy and tinged with a possessiveness that makes him cringe. Felix wants it more than anything right now. He wants it to be his.

He moans, “That’s good. I’m close. I’m-“

Felix pauses him. “Come inside,” without thinking. “Please.”

Before the vampire’s face breaks into a deep, almost manic grin, his eyebrows rise briefly. Felix holds on for dear life as the vampire squeezes his ass with a vampire-strengthened grip and fucks his hot cunt like a wild animal. He doesn’t let Felix beg or plead anymore. His self-control is in pieces on the dirty crypt floor.

Chan hisses loudly into Felix’s ear, using words Chan has never heard before. Chan’s thrusts are so fast and his balls are so deep that Felix is afraid Chan will cut him in half. Finally, Chan slows down with a full body shudder, hissing through his teeth as he gets close to Felix’s cunt. The sensation alone is enough to push Felix over the edge a second time, as it is longer and more than he expected. Chan just keeps emptying his heavy sack as Felix’s cunt clenches hard around the vampire’s cock, milking it dry until it finally subsides as Felix’s claws dig into the vampire’s arms.

As Felix draws a breath, they remain motionless for a while, still holding hands. He should feel dirty, used up, exhausted, and maybe even a little frightened of the monster holding him above the floor of the crypt, but Felix can’t help but feel intense satisfaction. Mostly, he is just tired and exhausted. Perhaps a little uncomfortable.

As soon as the vampire leaves Felix, he winces at the sudden emptiness, missing the full sensation the vampire had just given him as his seed dripped freely from his creamed cunt. Felix’s legs feel like jelly as he pulls them away from him as he sets Felix down. They almost give out from under him, causing Felix to curse and writhe for a moment before the vampire catches him.

Chan’s speed jolts Felix out of his thoughts, and as he moves on, he turns to see the ever so vampiric Chan standing at the top of the crypt stairs: “It’s well after nightfall. You should get back before they start to worry or presume you as dead.”

“Right.” He is telling the truth; practicality, not worry, is what prompts him to speak. “If the Order discovered you, the truce would not go well.”

“I don’t like it much, no.” The vampire mimed another tip of the hat while flexing his claws at his sides. “Keep breathing, darling.”

“You too, or.” Felix nodded. “Don’t get yourself killed. Avoid dying.” He hissed as he watched Felix stumble up the crypt steps, then turned away from Felix and left, leaving the church door open behind him. Picking up his hat and cloak from the floor, he dusts them off and leaves the old church, seeking shelter in the nearest tavern, as Felix watches from the once holy ground.