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[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Being a demi-human was a miserable life. Even others like you knew that you were less than humans, that in the grand scheme of things your life didn't matter. There were not many paths through life for one like Milo. There were two kinds of Demi-human in the world, there were those who were servants, either sold or born into captivity, kept in facilities and mistreated but at least fed with a roof over their heads until some human bought them. Usually for pleasure, or for labour. Why pay a gardener or a maid every week when you could buy a demi-human, a larger upfront cost but they had no rights so you didn't need to pay them and over time you'd more than save your money, especially since one could do several tasks. The same one who tended your garden could cook your meals, clean your home, care for the animals that were ironically often treated better than the part-human part-animal demi-humans themselves. They could be sent to the fighting rings, both legal and underground where demi-humans of all breeds fought brutal battles with one another for the entertainment of their superiors, even to the death in the more illegal arenas. Then there was the most common, sold as sex slaves. Usually the females of their species they were exotic, different from humans and since they had no rights they were often sold for just this purpose, dressed up in skimpy outfits as they served their masters. A human woman could withdraw consent, say no at any time, a demi-human would be laughed at and punished for even trying. If they were lucky they would be the personal slave of somebody who wasn't too bad, an aristocrat with low stamina, a quick pump and then back to working as a maid...the unlucky ones were bought by owners of brothels, they worked all day and night save for when they slept and were beaten for daring not to smile. The other path through life was destitution. Scavenging in the slums, the only thing they owned was freedom until somebody decided to come and claim them for themselves. Even there it was the poverty-stricken humans that got to live freely, demi-humans had to stay hidden because they never knew when a slave trader would come to find new stock and when all you had was freedom you were usually desperate to keep it. That was how Milo had lived his life. His parents were both demi-humans, a feline type and a canine type, and he'd been born a canine. They never had enough to eat, they'd lived life on the edge of starvation but they had managed to find abandoned buildings to sleep in some nights, and had made shelter in caves on the outskirts of towns on others, where the most desperate of their kind went to avoid capture and imprisonment. He'd been young when they had died...it was common for demi-humans not in captivity to die young from starvation or disease, but Milo had survived at the age of only 14. The next ten years had passed and he'd used the skills they taught him to survive but that was all he'd managed to do, that and evade capture, fleeing when the slavers came to raid their homes, at least up until last year. He wasn't sick or injured, he could have ran but what was the point? He lived a lonely life, moving from empty building to cave to empty building, he didn't have friends, he'd never had a partner to share it with like his parents, who had at least had each other, and then him. He survived on scraps of food and what clean water he could get during the rainfall, and come winter he spent every night shivering, too scared to wish for death and too miserable to hope to live, caught in a terrible limbo. So this time when they came, he had walked over to them voluntarily. He knew he would be a servant, he'd never have his freedom again but at least he would have food and warmth and though they looked down on him he would have people to talk to. Maybe if his parents had done this they would still be alive, serving some rich asshole somewhere and separated but alive. Even when he'd handed himself over they had cuffed him in their van, put the shock collar on him in case he fought them, they took no chances as they took him to the facility. That had been a year ago, give or take, and life wasn't much better than it had been but it was something. He got those meals he had wanted, he had that shelter he had needed, and he got yelled at often enough to count as conversation in some small way. Sometimes he got beaten...but as a male he at least didn't get raped. Some did, the younger men, as soon as one turned sixteen they were considered fair game, the ones that put up more of a fight were the ones most likely to be abused but Milo was twenty five now, and he had lost the fight long before he turned himself in. He was the quiet one, he obeyed orders, he did as he was told and his reward? He was put in a cage near the front of the facility, on display when the wealthy came to buy. If he smiled, he even got rewarded with a little extra food and an extra blanket, so he smiled when they came, and when told to stand so they could inspect him he obeyed without a word. It was...more comfortable than life on the streets had been, but still just as lonely. Nobody seemed to want him, maybe because it was hard to hide the sadness in his smile, maybe he just wasn't handsome enough, or didn't look strong enough. Maybe it was because he was too old or untrained...the facility had decided not to train him at all, he'd never put up a fight anyway and they'd had other priorities than to train him personally when he would likely be easy enough for anybody that bought him. With all that, it was a surprise to him when his cage was approached that morning by one of the heads of staff, a man he rarely got to see. They'd spoken very few words, just given him instructions, put his wrists behind his back, open his mouth...he'd been cuffed, and gagged. His clothes had been taken from him, he'd been taken to the shower even though he'd had his weekly shower just a couple of days ago and he'd been forcibly scrubbed. He'd been blindfolded and taken to a smaller cage where he was forced to kneel and a new shock collar had been locked around his throat. On his knees he had a bar placed over the backs of his legs and locked to the bottom of the cage so he couldn't even stand until it was removed, his cuffs had been connected to the same bar to keep him upright and as an extra layer of restraint. He'd felt the cage being wheeled out and then lifted into a van, and he knew what was happening. He was being sold...and as the van started driving he could only hope that it wasn't to the fighting pits. The drive took a few hours, his thighs ached from the position he was in by the time the vehicle came to a stop, not that anybody would care, and he heard voices as the delivery men set up the ramp and then wheeled him and his cage out of the van. Because he couldn't see he wasn't to know that the cage was completely covered with a large, black velvet sheet and above the door was his name on a plaque. Milo. He couldn't see that he'd been wheeled into the front room of a large mansion, and he couldn't see if anybody was there to greet him. There were strange smells, that was all he had to go on, perfume and cleanser, so unlike where he'd grown up or the stink of the facility, but all he could do was wait. ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Being wealthy didn’t amount to much in life when there was no one to share it with. Oh, people wanted to be her friend or more, but it was often based on what she could provide them or do for them. With both her parents having died when she was young and her grandparents too old and too self absorbed to wish to care for a child, Adline had grown up in boarding schools. Harry Potter made it seem glamorous and maybe it would have been, if there had been magic. The world, though, lacked such wonder. It was cruel, dark and more often than not, depraved. By virtue of her birth, Adline was ahead of the game, even if she’d been born poor. She was human, at least.. Sort of. Adline had been born to vampires and was a vampire herself. Luckily for her and her kind, no one had ever thought to enslave them as they did demi-humans. Not that they could have, for Addie couldn’t think of a single one of her kind who would willingly allow themselves to be a slave to another. They were not prey, but predators. It was their nature, plain and simple. While some demi-humans could be from predator species, they were easy enough to tame. It was why they were looked down on as they were. Upon turning eighteen, the wealth of her parents and now deceased grandparents was hers as was the mansion her mother and father had owned along with a litany of other properties. She’d lasted exactly three months before deciding that the big, empty house needed someone other than her to inhabit it. It was almost as if it was haunted, though not by ghosts, but by loneliness. Rather than find some boy or girl to share her bed and prey on her isolation and loneliness, Adee had decided to buy herself a demi-human. At least she knew what she’d be getting herself into. They would require food, clothing and a room. Like a pet would, but they wouldn’t take advantage of her. They couldn’t. It had taken her another month to decide on exactly who she’d bring into her home. She’d never visited the facility, but had browsed online, looking at live feeds of the many demi-humans that were available. Women and men both, all beautiful and exotic. When she’d come across Milo though, with his sad eyes and gentle demeanor, she’d fallen for him. Not in love, no, but she’d seen something in him that was mirrored in her. There was the problem as to what he’d do.. Most bought them to be servants; cleaning, cooking and fucking. It wasn’t her brightest moment, but Adee knew she’d likely want him for all three. Though, she’d never force anyone into the latter.. It just wasn’t in her nature. The cage had been brought in and set in her living room. It was massive and within it was Milo. Covered in soft velvet, like a present just for her to unwrap. She felt nervous, which was silly, wasn’t it? Her fingers pulled at the long black sleeves of her crop top, fingers worrying the fabric. The short black pleated skirt brushed her thighs as she paced in a small circle, trying to build up courage. Her stocking feet made no sound on the polished wood.. Exhaling she reached for the cloth, the fabric bunching in her hand before she pulled. It slithered over the bars like water and fell in a pool at her feet. Inside, Milo was bound and she gave a small gasp. “Oh!” Worry filled her eyes and she fumbled for the cage’s lock. “That looks really uncomfortable,” her voice was sweet and soft as she slipped the key into the lock. The mechanism popped and the heavy lock clattered to the floor. Pulling the door open, she bent and made quick work of the restraints before pulling back, not wanting to crowd him or scare him. “You can come out, it’s okay.” The way Adee spoke,was as if he were a scared animal. Low, soothing and a touch coaxing. “It is okay, Milo.” She smiled, a shy curl of lips and stepped back. “You are home.” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Scent was all he had, so Milo used it to try and figure out his surroundings as he knelt in the cage. It was impossible to tell where they'd been driving through the acrid stench of gasoline and motor oil but he'd been able to recognise the scents of the two men delivering him as ones he frequently could smell back at the facility. It made sense, delivery was rare, there were no more than one or two per month so they didn't have dedicated delivery men and instead just two of the men working at the facility had taken it amongst themselves to take him to wherever he was going. Once they were at the location, new scents had filled the air, the cleanser, bleach, and then something else entirely. It was something feminine, he knew that even before he heard a voice as he breathed in the vanilla notes, the scent of a fruit he couldn't name, he'd never tasted but he'd seen once when he was starving and never forgotten how it had smelled. That and something clean, peppery with a touch of a woodsy scent. It was pleasant and he breathed it in, a welcome change from what he was used to. He couldn't hear anything for several minutes, then he heard a gasp and a feminine voice. He blushed immediately, he couldn't help himself...he knew he was naked and never in his life had a woman seen him like this...even at the facility, where he'd often been stripped to be cleaned before they had trusted him to do the job himself after months of no resistance they had all been men. The very few women that worked in that place never came down to where the slaves were kept, though he didn't know if that was because they found it distasteful or because none of them had any purpose down there. He would have answered if he could, he mumbled into the gag when whomever it was said he looked uncomfortable but it wasn't very easy to tell what he was saying, and he was only agreeing with them anyway, then he heard the sound of a metal clinking on metal, the sound of a lock turning and the door opening, squeaking only slightly. He felt a tug on his arms and after a few seconds his wrists were free, then the bar locking his legs into place let up in pressure and he knew that too had been unlocked. The shock collar still remained, and the gag, the blindfold...but he could move his arms now. It was risky because he didn't know if he had permission, but the rest of his restraints had been removed so Milo took a gamble and before climbing out of the cage he reached up and pulled off his blindfold, having to close his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden assault of bright light on his eyes, then he reached for the gag. Luckily for him it hadn't been locked into place, not like the collar had, and fumbling with the clasp for a few seconds was all it took to figure it out and start to remove it. A few seconds later and he pulled it free of his jaw. It came away with a small string of drool which he wiped with the back of his hand before he climbed out of the cage, an act made more difficult by having to hide his manhood. He didn't want her to see him...he'd rarely been around females, the few he had he'd been very shy around, nervous...like they were a different species entirely, because to him they were. None had ever shown an interest in him, he had never in his life really been in a place to date, the few he'd met that he knew were single didn't seem interested and he'd never been bold enough to ask them. His parents had never taught him about women, the talks all humans expected to give or receive at some point in their lives and he had never asked anybody because it felt shameful not to know. To him, his knowledge of sex was that it was something that happened to demi-humans, usually inflicted by humans but sometimes other, stronger demi-humans. Consensual sex was a rarity, he himself was a rarity, a demi-human born to two of their kind outside captivity and not bred like common dogs. When he rose to his feet both his hands were in front of him, covering himself and he could feel his body heat from embarrassment, the flush of his cheeks and he looked towards where the voice was. She was beautiful...she was younger than he was, he could tell, she was well bred too, the way she spoke was soft and gentle and the way she moved was graceful and poised, it was no wonder he'd heard no sound. She was wearing clothes, long black socks, a black skirt that was pleated and ended just above her knees and a top that didn't cover her midriff, he could see the pale flesh at the tops of her thighs, at her stomach and his eyes roved higher up to see her face. She was pale there too, her lips a deeper red than most people he'd seen, her eyes golden, beautiful, he felt he could get lost in them as the silver of his own met them for just a few seconds before he looked down, his blush deepening. "H-home?" It had a nice sound to it, but he knew better than to hope. Milo knew the simple truth, his kind were bought to be used, as servants, as slaves. She looked beautiful and in that he felt he saw kindness but he'd seen beauty before, he'd watched in the streets as beautiful human women had kicked and laughed at men like him, led around on leashes and his eyes flicked to the remote on top of the cage he'd just left. Even not fighting hadn't spared him from the shocks when the men at the facility had felt he wasn't moving fast enough, wasn't smiling enough in his display cage, and sometimes just because a visitor wanted to test the collars he'd felt the sting in his neck. As kind as she sounded, Milo knew better than to hope so he stuck to what he knew, speaking with respect and not meeting their eyes any more than he had to, and he'd already done enough of that to earn a shocking. "Y-You're my new owner...so I suppose this is home. You have a very nice home, Ma'am, it will be an honour to serve you, w-what duties do you require of me?" ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

It hadn’t occurred to her when she’d rushed to free him that he was naked. Some part of her brain had processed it, of course, but it wasn’t until he awkwardly climbed from the cage, trying to cover himself that it seemed to dawn on her. Pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson and she averted her eyes from his face. Rather that letting her eyes roam his body, as surely some would, her eyes were resolutely on the far wall. “Um, you can cover yourself, with the um.. Cloth that was over your cage.” That sweet voice held clear embarrassment. “I have.. Some simple clothing up in your room..” The words came and she turned on her heel. “Wait here, I will go get you something to wear. That way you don’t have to try and walk up stairs with that silly long cloth.” She left him there, quickly slipping through the doorway on their right. He’d be able to hear her start to climb the stairs and after a few moments, her return was proceeded with the same soft creaking of the wooden slats. In her hands she held a pair of boxers, some loose slacks, meant for lounging and a simple t-shirt. The coloring of all three were greens and grays. Adee hadn't gotten him a lot of clothing, wanting to give him the freedom to pick what he’d like. Her eyes closed as she offered the clothing to him. “I didn’t know what you would like to wear, but I thought these looked comfy.” The pants were soft cashmere and the shirt was of similar make. While they were simple, she’d clearly put thought into his comfort. Only after she heard the rustling of cloth stop did she peek at his face. “Yes, this is now your home, Milo. Well, our home.” A shy smile curled on her lips. “I am Adaline.” He’d called her ma’am without a better title and while she’d hated it, she’d understood. “You can call me Adee, if you like?” Now came the other part of his question. She toyed with the sleeves of her shirt again, a clearly nervous gesture. “If you wouldn’t mind. I would like you to clean and cook.. But more than that, I bought you for companionship.” It dawned on her how it sounded and she lifted her hands before her and shook her head quickly side to side, her silky chestnut hair sliding along her shoulders. “Not.. sex..” Her face bunched and she sighed. “But friendship?” Not that she wouldn’t sleep with him, but that would be his choice.. Shifting her weight she looked to the shock collar, one hand lifting to her lips, her thumb and index finger curling against the softness of them. “I would take the collar off, but I was told not to.” There was more to it than that, but Adee didn’t know how to broach the subject. While she had been advised by her solicitor and the company shed bought him from not to remove the collar, that much was true, there was a sexual aspect to it as well. She was a virgin, but she knew a few things about herself. Yet, she’d just told him that she didn’t intend to sleep with him so telling him that the collar was there to shock him because she’d find pleasure? No, it was too complex and awkward for a first meeting. “Would you.. Like to see your room? Or would you like a tour of the house?” Bending she picked up the velvet cover and began to fold it, if for no other reason than something to do. A mental note was added that the cage would need to be removed. The cloth was set on top of the cage and she turned back to him. “Or if you’d like to explore on your own.. I could leave you?” one little fang shown as she bit her lower lip. “I just ask you not leave the grounds.” It was the only restriction she planned on placing on him. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo was genuinely lost, he didn't know what to expect. He'd heard rumours, he'd heard them all his life about how humans used and treated his kind and he'd seen plenty of examples on the streets. Their cruelty wasn't just limited to their homes when they had no laws to protect demi-humans, and from his hiding places he'd seen what happened to those that ran or disobeyed or simply committed the crime of not being fast enough to follow orders. Of dropping something or lagging behind their owners while shopping and carrying everything by themselves. He'd seen the fear in demi-humans who knew they were about to be punished, seen the shock collars used again and again till they were begging for it to stop, seen them being kicked and told to get up. That was what he assumed was his fate for being weak, for giving in when they had come for him and allowing himself to be taken in and sold. He'd had a year of relative peace, a few shockings, a few beatings but he'd been fed. Now he had been bought, all bets were off and he expected the worst. So when the first thing she did was tell him he could cover himself, his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked to the cloth still on top of the cage. With one hand he reached for it and pulled it to himself, wrapping it around his waist. "T-Thank you, Ma'am." He'd quickly learned that showing respect meant less abuse once he'd been taken in and when women had come in to look at the slaves they'd been called Ma'am by the workers there so he'd immediately defaulted to that name when he saw he'd been bought by a woman. She continued talking and he watched her disappear, to get him clothes? This wasn't what he'd expected...she'd looked away to protect his modesty, now she was clothing him like she cared. It was confusing, and strange. She probably just didn't like the look of him, that was what he reasoned. He didn't like looking at other men naked, he couldn't believe she would enjoy it either. That had to be it, and when she returned he did his best to stay hidden beneath the cloth, taking the clothes without a word and slipping them on. Once he had the boxers on he could drop the cloth, so he did, pulling on the slacks and then the t-shirt. Both were finer than anything he had ever worn, the comfort level was something he didn't know was even possible. They felt...clean. Warm, soft against his skin and when she spoke she said she didn't know what he would like to wear...like she'd thought about his comfort more than a uniform, which these clearly weren't. Another anomaly. He wasn't going to fall for the trap of calling her by such a casual name, he'd seen what happened when his kind didn't show respect. When he spoke, his tone was formal, he wasn't good at it but it was one of the few things he'd actually been trained in, speaking with respect to his betters. "Miss Adaline...thank you for the clothes, they feel...nice, I..." she continued speaking and he fell silent, knowing better than to talk over her but the things she said, they didn't make sense. Nothing was making sense. He'd been bracing himself for what he'd find once they'd arrived here from the moment he'd been put in the cage, he had known it would be awful, he would be lucky if they'd ignored him and put him to work, some kind of hard labour but this wasn't that at all. Was she trying to trick him? "W-What do you mean? Companionship? Friendship? I...I'm your slave...you bought me...it doesn't...it doesn't make sense." His fingers came to the collar as she mentioned it, still there, still locked. He hadn't expected it to be released anyway, it was there to remind him of his place, and as a deterrent against bad behaviour. Adaline continued to speak, offering him a tour or to explore on his own and asking, not telling him, asking him not to leave the grounds. He gave her a smile that didn't quite eliminate the sadness in his eyes and he shook his head. "I...will take the tour, Miss Adaline. May I ask you something?" He knew he shouldn't, that he was heading for trouble and shouldn't be questioning what was clearly a trick, to enjoy it while it lasted but he didn't like feeling that he was missing something. He might not have been a fighter, he might have been more inclined to just get by with his head down and hope not to be noticed but he couldn't just ignore this weird feeling. "Why are you being so nice to me?" He stepped closer, to follow her on her tour and if she started to move he would do just that, staying a few paces behind her respectfully, of course. "Is it a trick? I've seen others, I've heard stories...I know that I'm your slave, your property...you didn't have to give me such fine clothing, and you asked if I wouldn't mind when you explained my duties...as if I had a choice." He tilted his head a little, curiously. "I'm not complaining...of course...but I don't understand..." ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Fear from him wasn’t something she’d expected. Perhaps she should have. Her interactions with his kind had been rather limited. They had been servants at school but she had been one of those weird people who thanked them when they did something for her. She didn’t treat them like objects. So his stuttering shyness was seen just as him being shy and nervous in his new home. Miss Adaline. It made the corner of her mouth quirk to one side slightly though he fell silent as she kept talking. She wouldn’t have minded if he’d kept going, she could have easily paused. The confusion though, that was understandable. “Well, yes. I do own you. But.. I didn’t buy you for the same reasons I guess most do?” She paused considering what all they were used for. Manual labor, servants, sex, fighting. While she could use some of those aspects from him, forcing him to do such seemed.. Wrong. Adee just didn’t see them the same way so many others did. Almost as if they were less than the animals that they shared traits with. They were not so different from her. Her head tilted curiously as he asked if he could ask her something. “You just did.” The answer was soft, playful, “But you may ask me something else too.” Her eyes widened and she bit her lower lip. “I am nice to you because.. You deserve it.” She seemed to take a moment before lifting a finger to her fang, her mouth opening. “See this?” She tapped her fang. “I am not exactly human either. Difference is vampires never allowed themselves to be where demi-humans are.” Her hand fell away and Adee continued. “Too many of your kind are based on prey animals. You have no way to defend yourselves. It is likely why demi-humans have never been able to shake their chains.” It was a mused thought more than fact. “Humanity can be kind, but many will be cruel if allowed.” Owning someone, abusing someone, using someone. It seemed to be a vice for humanity. If someone was lower than you, you were doing good. “As to if this is a trick, no. Though, if I was tricking you, would I tell you?” It wasn’t meant to scare him, just more to point out the futility of the question he’d asked. “And I didn't, no. But I have the money to buy you nice things, so why not spoil you? I don’t imagine you have had many nice things..” Her voice trailed off and she smiled shyly. “Well, that is because you do. I mean, you can’t leave.. And I would like to be friends. In that I didn’t leave much wiggle room. But if you don’t like to clean or cook, I can hie others to do that for me..” Her shoulder lifted and fell in a small shrug. Moving closer Adee took his hand. “Now let me show you your home!” She seemed to want to focus on brighter things that such heavy subjects, though she’d continue to answer his questions. They tour was simple, but she showed him each and every room. Living room, formal dining, dining, kitchen, breakfast nook, library, study.. The list went on and on. When it came to their rooms, they were on opposite ends of the second story. She’d put his room further away for his comfort. The bedroom had been done up in dark rich woods and black with cream accents. It was a touch gothic with the wood accents and the heavy framed bed. She stood in the doorway, stepping aside for him to enter. “This is your room. I wanted to make it nice, but if you hate it we can re-do it!” She offered, her fingers curling around the doorknob nervously as she leaned against it. “There is a private bath and a walk-in closet too. If you need more space, we can always have a door added and you could have a second room too. For hobbies or something?” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo listened as he followed her, keeping a respectful distance and his eyes lowered to the ground where possible. He still didn't trust her, not completely, he was worried that this was just some weird game being played for her amusement, but...he wanted to believe her. The only proof he had that something was wrong here was that she was human, and he was demi-human, which was enough to stay suspicious. The worse part of this was how much he wanted to believe her. She said she wanted companionship, a friend...that was something that Milo ached for, he'd never had a friend, never had somebody he could trust, could rely on, not since his parents had died. The men at the facility hadn't been friendly or kind to him, the other demi-humans had their own problems and worries and they weren't allowed to mingle too often anyway, because if they were allowed to gather then they might form a large enough group to cause problems. Despite being considered less than human, the fact was that many demi-humans had gifts. He himself had sharper canine teeth, a powerful bite and an outstanding sense of smell and there were species that had far more. There were demi-humans that were several times stronger than humans, those that were faster, true predator species and still treated like this...because they didn't have numbers, didn't have organization. They were kept apart and Milo wasn't the only one that had very few to no friends. "No, you said you bought me for companionship, Miss Adaline?" Curiosity was getting the better of him...he knew better than to trust a human but so long as she was letting him speak, he wanted to know, he wanted answers. Wanted to hear what she'd say. "But you're a pretty, rich woman...I'm sure you could find a companion easy, you don't need to buy one..." He thought his answer made sense, and he continued to follow her up the stairs, eyes lowered, until she told him to look at something. He looked up and his eyes widened to see her teeth...elongated canines, like his, though hers looked far sharper. His brow furrowed again...her scent wasn't so different from any other humans he'd met, what did she say she was again? "Are you...a demi-human too?" He was clearly confused. "What's a vampire?" The way she was speaking, no, she wasn't like him, but she was talking like she wasn't human either. Maybe that was why she was acting so strange. She was right when she said humanity could be cruel, he wasn't so sure about kind, yet. She was also right that if she was tricking him, she wasn't going to tell him. He followed her into room after room, looking around at the clearly opulent wealth...he'd have been content with just one of these rooms, his entire famlily would have been happy to live in one, hell several families could have made their home in a single room here and she owned them all. She told him again that he did have a choice, he just couldn't leave. He frowned again, this just wasn't what he had expected, what he'd braced himself for. "I've never cooked...or cleaned. I've never really had anything to cook or clean...I've never had a home, I lived on what I could scavenge, either already cooked and thrown away, or stale. Bread...I like bread, when it's not moldy." It was just the truth, though he found he didn't like saying it, didn't like the answer he had to give. He wanted to change it, for some reason he wanted to offer her something for her kindness. "But I...I could learn. I-If that's what you'd ask of me...I could learn, Miss Adaline." She'd taken his hand then, he'd flinched at the touch, expecting something else, he'd never been touched gently before, when he hadn't been hit or beaten he'd been dragged around, impatiently forced to stand where he was told, out of the way, or like when he'd been put in his cage, undressed, positioned, restrained. So he'd flinched, but he didn't fight it, let her guide him. He wanted to see what she meant by home. And then he did. The room was huge, as opulent as all the rest, it looked comfortable, spacious, with fine black sheets and a bed, an actual bed. He stepped inside in wonder, looking around...he breathed in the scent...it smelled a little like her but mostly just clean, empty. It was beautiful and...she said it was his? His room? "This...is mine?" He thought back to what she'd said about the clothes too, that she didn't imagine he had very many nice things, and even now the way she spoke, saying they could even change it if he liked but it was so perfect...he felt his eyes water. Why...why was he falling for this, why was he not fighting...she'd gotten under his skin so easily and quickly and he didn't understand how but it was too late. He ran his fingers over the bedframe, over the chest at the foot of the bed even though he had nothing to put in it. He'd never owned anything before in his life, only the ragged, dirty clothes on his back and she wanted to give him this whole room? For what? And she was still talking, offered him a second room. He couldn't take it anymore and he rounded on her, his eyes tearing up. "W-Why? I don't understand why...why you're being so kind, is it just a cruel game? Do you want to make me want something just to take it away?" He'd heard humans liked such cruelty sometimes, liked to hurt and tease just to get a few laughs. "I've never....never owned anything at all, not a home, not anything...and now you want to give me this? This room, it's more comfortable than anywhere I've ever slept and you're saying it's for me?" He sobbed...he couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back the tears, he brought his hands up to try and hide them, to wipe them away, careful to lift up the sleeve of the fine new t-shirt, he didn't want to stain it. "I-I already belong to you Miss Adaline, you d-don't need to tease me or teach me a lesson...I will be good, I'll learn to cook and clean, I'll do whatever you ask of me and I won't r-run, but please...please don't torment me with things I can't have..." ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

When he flinched, Adee considered dropping his hand. She’d not wanted to scare him, but it was the sort of response that an abused animal would have. Milo may have known a kind touch once, but now? How long had it been since someone had really shown him kindness? It made her heart hurt for him. Adaline had never been abused, but she understood being touch starved. That was likely true of Milo. His reasoning as sound as he questioned why she needed to buy him. “Yes, but I know what you will want and need from me. I have had.. Experiences that have not been the best. Even wealthy people can be used.” She left it at that. Rehashing her own pain wouldn’t benefit either of them. Lips quirked some.. “Vampires are people who drink blood. I eat too, but blood is needed to sustain myself. Think of it like water for yourself.” Her smile grew and she lifted a hand, to stop any question about if she’d be feeding on him. “And I will not drink your blood unless we agree on it. I can feed myself easily enough. So it isn’t required of you.” She’d been honest. All she sought from home as companionship. Did she one day hope for more? Of course. It would take time though and Adee was not willing to take anything from him without his consent. “You can learn if you want. You don’t need to cook or clean. Though, I will not be able to cook for you. I am absolutely terrible at it.” Her nose wrinkled and she gave a shake of her head. “No moldy bread here, though I can order you some tasty ones.” She smiled, making a mental note to do just that. She liked bread too and already knew what kinds she’d like to share with him. All bread was amazing and it was as varied as anything else. “Learn if you want to,” Adee stressed. “I can get cooks, maids.. If you don’t want to or find you don’t like it.” She insisted. Nodding, she smiled. “Well, yeah, you need a bedroom.” Adee watched as he walked deeper into the room, fingertips brushing over surfaces before he turned back to her, his silver eyes glassy. “Milo?” her voice held concern. Her eyes widened as he spoke and the horror was plain on her face. “No! I am not taking anything away. This room is yours!” She didn't correct him that the house was hers. He would live here with her. When his hands lifted to his face and the heartbreaking sob left him she moved away from the door. She gently gripped his wrists, pulling them away from his face. “I will only say this once more. I am not playing a game, Milo.” Though the wording seemed strict, her voice was soft, comforting. “This room is yours. We will get you more things. Things you like. I didn’t know you when I decorated. I just wanted you to have a nice place to call your own.” She pulled his hands down a little lower. Her hands slipped into his, holding them. “No need for tears or fears.” Still that gentle, sweet voice and she smiled at him. “You can learn to cook or clean, if you like. If you want to learn to play an instrument or want a gaming system or if you want to collect something, you can. I will help you.” Exhaling, Adde looked sad. “I do own you. That will not change. I want to be friends, but if that isn't in the cards, that is okay. You can still stay here. I will not take any of this back.” She’d need to try again, if he didn’t want to be her friend, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

"Even wealthy people can be used..." He repeated what she'd said, pondering it. It seemed like a strange thing to say, he knew that he didn't believe it immediately, just another trick, though why? The more they walked and talked the more he became confused, Milo just couldn't understand. This was a lot of effort to go through just to trick him, and why would she do that? She no doubt had the controller to his collar, she had ways to hurt him that weren't nearly so elaborate and time consuming so why was Adaline bothering to go through this charade? He continued his walk with her, his eyes widening when she explained to him exactly what a vampire was. "You...d-drink blood?" He froze as she'd said it...was that what she wanted him for? She wasted no time in telling him that wasn't the case, but that didn't make sense to him. He'd seen nobody else around. "How...how do you feed yourself...if not from me?" An honest question, the more he learned the more he could be prepared. He was still thinking about it when they continued, giving a sad smile when she said she couldn't cook for him. "I'd never expect a woman of your station to cook for me, Miss Adaline...I...I..." He was going to continue but he'd seen the wrinkle of her nose when he'd mentioned what he was used to eating. Of course she'd never had to eat anything like that, he had no doubt the food she ate was the finest of everything...he'd smelled it before, mouth-wateringly delicious scents, dangerous scents that could have drawn him in if he wasn't careful, led him to being captured when he was younger. "I-I'll learn." If he learned, maybe he would be treated well. That was a lesson he'd already learned in the facility...he hadn't been treated well, of course, but he'd been treated better than most, than the ones who fought back, who bit and earned beatings and pain. The one's he'd seen being locked up far away from the eyes of potential customers...so Milo knew already that it was easier to just give in. If he did what he was told to do, he could live more comfortably. He'd been wary but relatively calm until they'd reached the bedroom, then it had all finally overwhelmed him. He tried to fight it, he didn't want to give her a reason to hurt him, even if it was just a game to her, playing it was giving him some respite but he couldn't stop the tears, he was afraid he was being lulled into feeling like things might be okay and that to have it taken would be worse than the usual cruelty. When she gripped his wrists and pulled them away from his face he shook, made a soft whimpering sound. He was sure the penny was about to drop, she was about to laugh, she'd gotten what she wanted from him. But she didn't laugh. She looked genuinely sad and horrified, like what he'd said had been hurtful to her and shocking. She said it again, the room was his, he could do what he wanted, learn what he wanted. Her tone was more strict, but still soft, still gentle in it's own way. He didn't know what the things she mentioned were, an instrument, a gaming system...Milo had a very limited education, learning only what he needed to survive, these sounded like human things, luxuries. He'd barely begun learning to read and only then because of the signs in the facility. He could read his own name. None of those things mattered anyway though, because of the sad look she gave him when she said she'd still own him. It hurt...in his chest, it ached...why, he didn't quite know or understand but seeing the pain on her face caused it in his heart. All of the hope he was afraid of being taken away, the suspicion, the fear and that was what got to him the most. She'd looked happy, maybe nervous until now, he'd assumed it was fake, acting, but the sadness he could see in her eyes bothered him. It felt real...god help him he believed her. He sniffled and looked down. If she was playing him for a fool it was going to hurt more than anything he'd ever experienced but if she wasn't...if she was being honest, if she genuinely wanted him to be happy, wanted to be his friend...then wasn't he hurting her? By not believing her, by accusing her of terrible things, by assuming the worst of her he was the one causing the pain right then and that understanding made him sob again, then he lunged. He couldn't take it anymore, his arms were around her neck, he pulled her to him...it was the first embrace he'd felt in over ten years since his parents had died and he was trembling, hoping he wasn't wrong. He didn't want to hurt her anymore. "M-Miss Adaline I...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to upset you I...I...you've been so kind to me, I don't understand, I still don't understand b-but I could...I could be...your friend. If...if you still want me to be..." There was sadness and hope in his voice, he was hiding his face on her shoulder, something no human would allow from one of his kind yet he was doing it anyway because he trusted her. "I'll learn to c-cook, and clean, I'll do whatever you n-need or want from me, p-please don't be sad..." ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

The smile that curled on her lips was gentle. “People are willing to feed me, my bite is.. Addicting.” It was also orgasmic, but she didn‘t need to share that bit with Milo. “Also, blood banks will supply me if I need.” Not everyone wanted to feed on a person. “In a pinch, I could drink animal blood, but it isn’t sustainable and it would also kill them and I don’t really love the idea of killing them.” Her heart was too gentle for such a thing, but it could in theory be done for a little while at least. “If you wished to feed me, we could talk about it, but I do not expect it of you.” This was reiterated because it was important to her that Milo understood that she had no plans to eat him. Laughing she shook her head. “If I could cook, I would offer to cook for you. Last time I tried though.. The fire dept had to be called.” The look on her face was embarrassing but goodnatured. “It just isn’t my thing, ya know?” When Milo decided he’d learn she smiled and pulled her phone from her pocket. Her fingers slipped along the screen and she placed an order from a local bakery for some breads, sweet and savory. A coffee for herself and a tea, coffee, milk and juice for him. Not sure what he’d like and not willing to ruin the surprise. Next she ordered some cooking books, knowing they would come in handy and that she had no such books in the house. The last fire may have seen them thrown out… Tears and fear hadn't been expected, but perhaps they should have. It hurt her heart so much to see him like this. To see anyone like this.. But Addee had picked Milo, and decided on him. That had made her want to care for him and to feel like she was failing so much, was hard. To see how badly he had been treated. When his arms went around her shoulders, his body close to hers as he pulled her in, she froze for a second before wrapping her arms around his waist, returning the hug. His words only further tore at her heart and she gently pulled away from him. Hand in his, she pulled him toward his bed. Gently she pushed him to sit. She didn’t join him, but stood before him. Carefully she dried his tears with her sleeves. “I am sad, but not with you, Milo.” His name was a soft caress. “I am sad because of how badly you have been treated.” All of them were treated.. She said mentally. “So no need to be sorry.” As his face dried she cupped his cheeks and smiled softly. “And no need for tears. Though tears are okay.” She didn’t want to limit him from his feelings. “This will be your home Milo. From now until forever. No need to worry about being sold, or forced out. Even if I were to become mad or upset, it would never happen.” While Adeline couldn’t see how or why she’d be upset or angry with him, she wanted to soothe any fears. “Mistakes too, they might happen. Still your home.” Rising on her toes, and gently pulling him closer she pressed a kiss to his forehead. Gently pulling back, she nodded to the bathroom. “Go wash your face, Milo. It will make you feel better. Once you are done, feel free to explore your room some and a small task. Think of three things you’d like. Be it to own, learn or do.” Fangs flashed as she smiled. “Then come downstairs, I should have a surprise ready for you.” Patting his knee, she left him. Downstairs she exhaled shakily and checked her phone. The food was on its way and by the time he made his way downstairs, Adeline had it all set up in the cozy breakfast nook. It was far less intimidating than the formal dining room. On the table was bread of all kinds. Croissants, scones, sour dough, french bread, muffins, cinnamon rolls, banana bread, biscuits, sweet yeast rolls and garlic bread. Of course there was more bread in the world, but this was hopefully a good selection for him. The apple juice and milk were still chilling in a small bucket of ice, while the coffee and tea were wrapped in a towel to keep them warm. Adaline herself was sitting in the chair, her feet kicking as she scrolled on her phone, waiting for him to come down. Her own coffee sat at her elbow. She’d not yet tried any of the treats, wanting to try them with him. When she heard him, she looked up and set her phone down. “Sit!” She beamed, “You said you liked bread, so I got you a bunch to try!” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

"Addicting?" Surprisingly Milo knew what the word meant, and he considered that, along with there being banks specifically to supply people like Adaline with blood. He had a lot to learn about the world really, most of it spent in the slum areas or in the caves and woods meant he had very little knowledge of what there really was, what could be done, what could be bought. He knew there were people barely above demi-humans, humans that were poor and had very little but still lived in what amounted to luxury compared to what he and his kind had. Then there were those above them, and so on like tiers and Adaline...just judging from the size of the home he was in she was at or near the top. Being there, it wasn't so shocking that she could have something as precious as blood delivered to her. She again mentioned that he could feed her and he looked at her quizzically after listening. "You said it would kill animals...it wouldn't kill me?" He didn't question further...she had said he had the choice to feed her, or no to, and it sounded like something scary. Even being uneducated he knew he needed his blood. He smiled sadly when she joked about having to call the fire department, which in context he assumed had to be people that controlled fires. She was saying she was bad at cooking, dangerous even, and he nodded understandingly. "I'll do my best not to burn down your home then, M-Miss Adaline...if you trust me to try and learn." He could have said more, he had so many questions that he wanted to ask but he knew better than that. Trying to talk to people once he'd been captured and taken to the facility a year ago, trying to talk because he was lonely and having others to talk to had seemed nice, maybe a benefit to being captured...and he'd been punished for it, quickly learned that the humans liked him and other demi-humans to be quiet. Seen and not heard, one of them had said, though they barely tolerated them being seen too sometimes. It depended on the human, and their mood, so he stayed quiet for most of the tour, up until she'd shown him his bedroom, only speaking when spoken to directly. That was when things had changed, he'd started to break down a little, overwhelmed by everything she was saying, by the very prospect of having a room of his own and once it had started it had been hard to hold back the tears and the words. Foolish, opening himself up to being hurt, but he'd done just that and she'd pushed him gently down onto the bed, sitting him there while she spoke to him, tried to calm him. He couldn't face her as she did it, though he hadn't fought as she dried his tears with her own sleeve and spoke of it being his home no matter what. She said all the right things to stoke his hope and keep it burning and he couldn't find anything which pointed to this really being a trick...it was all so confusing, he didn't know what to do so he just listened and nodded when she told him to go wash his face. "Y-Yes Miss Adaline, I...t-thank you for not being upset with me, I...I'll d-do my best not to let you down or u-upset you anymore." He looked up as he said it, wanting to meet her eyes again, they had looked so kind...and he saw her fangs once more too. Once she left he did as he'd been told, went to wash his face in the bathroom, itself a room large enough that he'd be happy sleeping and living in there if he had to. Then he spent some time thinking. If she really meant it, he had suddenly a world of options, she hadn't put limitations on what he could ask for, for himself. While he thought he walked around the room, he looked in the mirror, ran his hand over the linen, the fine bedsheets soft to the touch, imagining sleeping in them. He looked out of the window in wonder at all the land she seemed to own, this was hers...all hers. Eventually he did go downstairs, looking through the rooms until he found her in the kitchen. She looked up as he entered and told him to sit so he found a chair, one close to her and sat down. The scents in this room were...magnificent, all of it bread, all of it smelled fresh and wonderful, he could feel his mouth watering as he looked at it all...was this the kind of thing she ate? She said it was for him to try and he looked at her with wide eyes. "F-For me? All of this?" There was so much, he didn't know where to start so he tentatively reached out for the one with the strong smell, the one attracting him so much. He tasted it and he couldn't stop the soft groan of delight, it tasted incredible, he wanted more and he eagerly took another bite of the garlic bread. He was still thinking about what he wanted, the task and he looked to her, wondering if she should mention it. He swallowed the bite he'd taken and decided to speak. "I...umm, Miss Adaline, I...I thought about what you said, a t-task, and...I think I want to learn to read...I've never had the chance before...we don't have to read much in the slums and caves. I know my own name because of the cage I was in, but that's it really. Umm...and...what do you like to do?" He put the garlic bread down and looked to another, picking up one that smelled of fruit and taking a bite. Again it was delicious...no stale or moldy taste to it and he chewed and swallowed before speaking more. "Umm...I want to know what kind of things you like...you wanted to be friends, so...that would help." He looked to the bread again. "A-Aren't you gonna eat some, Miss Adaline? Aren't you hungry?" ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Teeth grazed her cheek as she tried to keep from laughing. It wouldn’t be kind and he was asking questions because he was curious. “No, Milo, it wouldn’t kill you. While you share traits with animals, you are no animal. I know that many say otherwise. But, in this case, it has to do with the size. An animal is much smaller than you and wouldn’t have the same amount of blood within.” Milo after all was much taller than she was. The way his brain worked however was charming to her and she smiled at him softly. “Of course I do, and I will make sure we are ready just in case!” In truth, she wasn’t quite afraid of the possibility. Her accident had been more from negligence than anything else. Adee was easily distracted and had wandered off. Something told her Milo would be far more attentive. He hadn’t looked at her as she had tried to soothe him, not till the very end. He was like a deflated balloon. In time, she knew he would perk up with happiness, she just needed to breathe some life back into him. How could she be mad though? She was rich, privileged and even she knew what it was to have so little of something that it hurt. To have that be her whole existence? It was.. Terrifying. So She would help heal him and in time, he’d help heal her. Even if it took a long time, she liked how helping him felt. Perhaps a little bit of what she did for him was selfish too. Downstairs, when he joined her she smiled and nodded. “I might share some, if that is okay.” He went for the garlic bread first, which would make sense. Garlic wasn’t poison to her kind but due to her sense of smell and taste, it was overpowering to the point of being unpalatable. Adeline knew it was a popular treat though so she’d included it in her order. She pulled a sweet roll toward herself, carefully picking it apart before taking a small bite. She was chewing when he said her name. Encouraged by his broaching the subject first, Adee nodded and swallowed her bite. “We can teach you to read. I might not be the best teacher, but worst case, I can hire a tutor for you.” She licked the sweet butter off a finger and considered. “We will also teach you to write. Two birds and one stone, or so the saying goes.” Another small bite was taken at his question, a gentle smile on her face to show she was eating with him, while she pondered his question. With such varied interests, it was hard to pick one to start with. “I like to watch movies, read and play games mostly.” She poured him a glass of milk while she spoke and nudged it towards him. “Milk. If you’d like something sweeter, I have apple juice and if you want something hot rather than cold, tea and coffee too.” Her own coffee was lifted to her lips and she took a slow sip. “I like to do more things, of course, but those would be good places to start. Maybe shopping too, once you feel comfortable enough to leave the house with me.” Unsure if leaving the house would make him worry or scare him, she didn’t want to push too hard. Her eyes fell to the garlic bread and she frowned some. “Milo, would you do me a favor?” She pointed at the offending bread. “Finish that for me? The smell is really strong for me. I wanted to get it though, because I knew you might like it. It is a popular choice, but vampires have a very strong sense of smell and taste and it is too pungent for me.” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

"O-oh." Milo blushed as she answered about the blood...it was probably something that was so obvious to her but having never heard of a vampire he had been curious and asked his questions, though it should have been obvious, he knew it should have. "And blood comes back, right? I've lost blood before, and I've seen others cut way worse...it can make you dizzy but only for a little while, so I think blood comes back." It was worth thinking about to him. If she needed to feed like that, then it might be best to let her use these blood banks but she was being so generous...if she really was genuine then why wouldn't he offer her his own blood, if it was safe? Not knowing about vampires, not having seen horror movies or read horror tales he didn't think for one second that she was a monster or that vampires were scary, instead he thought she was different, like he was, from humans. She was obviously treated better, treated at least equally but she was still different, and it helped a little with the trust issues he was having. Eventually he'd given in...she'd just been too kind, she hadn't threatened him at all, everything she said highlighted that he would have choices. He hadn't fought, hadn't tried to, and she had every chance to hurt him, to use the shock collar remote, to tell him he was worthless or set him straight to work, instead she had given him a tour, answered his questions, spoke to him like he mattered, asked to be his friend...and Milo hadn't taken long to start to want it to be true and had given in, broken down...it was the best time for her to hurt him if that was what she wanted, he'd believed her, there was no better time to take everything away for maximum pain but she hadn't, she'd soothed him. When she'd left the room he'd known already that it was going to be difficult for him to not fall for her charms in future...anything she asked of him he would probably do just to make her smile, he'd never been in love or infatuated before, he was sure it was just the latter now but if this was all an act then she'd done it flawlessly, played him just right, because in a matter of minutes, not even an hour after meeting her, he wanted to please her, make her happy and proud. When he joined her downstairs and sat he was eyeing all the bread, it looked and smelled so delicious and he nodded when she said she'd eat some too. "I...I'd like that Miss Adaline, I couldn't eat all of this...I don't eat a lot usually..." The simple truth was he rarely got to eat his fill, even at the facility his food had been regulated. It was better than when he'd lived on the streets, didn't taste off or moldy, and he had more of it and never had to worry about starving but he'd always wanted more and now he had it, and he was trying the breads as she spoke and he listened. Holding his hand over his mouth he spoke with a mouthful. "I...I'd rather you teach me...I'm not used to people, I don't want to risk..." He didn't finish, but he'd been thinking of another human tutoring him...what were the chances that two humans would be as kind as Adaline was? "...I mean I...I'd like to learn from you, please..." Writing too...he wasn't sure about it, he had assumed that would come with reading anyway but he'd never actually tried, would it be hard to form the words? His ears perked up when she'd started talking about what she liked, and he looked at the drinks she pushed towards him...he'd been so eager to taste the breads that he hadn't drank and he sniffed them both before deciding on the fruity one...he liked that, on rare occasions he'd managed to find fruit out on the streets, often bruised and low quality but he'd always enjoyed it. He took a sip of the juice. He was curious about the drink she had too but was happy with this and drank half of the glass gratefully. "T-thank you, umm...I don't know what any of that is...movies, or games...but...but I'd love to do that with you, if that would be okay..." He blushed again and looked to the bread, busying himself with trying another piece, the cinnamon roll, so that he wouldn't have to look her in the eyes. "W-whatever you want to do, I...I'd be happy to join you, Miss Adaline, I...I'd really l-like to be your friend if you really meant it..." When she spoke again about a favour he finally looked up into her eyes again and his brow furrowed as she pointed to the garlic bread. It had been his favourite anyway, he just hadn't wanted to finish it when she might want some herself so he had no problem as he picked it up and eagerly finished it in a few bites. "I have a strong sense of smell too, Miss Adaline...all my kind do...canids...are you like me, maybe? Your teeth too, sharp like mine, see?" He lifted the corner of his lips with his fingers to show off his canine teeth. The garlic bread had smelled strong and pungent to him too, it was what had attracted him to it in the first place, he loved the flavour and scent of it and he smiled sadly at her. "It was my favourite, but...if you can't stand it then you shouldn't get it anymore...I-I'm grateful for anything you do offer me, you've already done so much, I feel...I feel I have nothing to give you in return for all of this." He gestured to the food. "U-Unless...umm...you didn't eat much, do you...I mean i-if you want...you said you drink b-blood...and it wouldn't hurt much, r-right Miss Adaline?" He had no idea how it worked but it was all he had to repay her with for her generosity and he was blushing again as he spoke. Even without knowing the particulars he suspected it might be more intimate than just eating the bread. "I don't know if mine would be g-good but...I'd let you...it's all I have to repay you with..." ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Blush filled his cheeks and Adee couldn’t help but feel enamored with how he blushed. It was too cute and his question had her lips quirking slightly. Still, she didn’t laugh, though it was impossible to hide the amusement in her eyes. “Yes, the blood comes back.” Her words though didn’t hold laughter or any sort of mocking, just a sweet reassurance. “It take a day or so, depending, but it always comes back.” It was refreshing to not have the cinematic villains that her kind were often made out to be color his thoughts. Maybe in time she’d show him the movies, they were fun, just wildly inaccurate. Her lips pursed as she considered his words and after a moment, she nodded. “I will do my best, but, if I feel you need one, we will hire a tutor. And I will be there with you while you learn?” It was a compromise, for while she was good in her studies, she wasn’t exactly qualified and she didn’t want his fear to hold him back from a proper education. “Is that fair? I assume you are worried about them being mean to you?” She prodded the subject lightly, wanting to get down to the bottom of it. Laughter filled the room and she smiled brightly at him. “I will happily share them with you, though I think we will stick to sweet movies for now. I also like horror movies, they are meant to scary,” She lifted her hands up like claws and made a face before giggling. “But I think we will get you accustomed to happy and funny ones first.” She decided. “Gaming is a bit harder, I play a lot of solo games, but you can watch me play and we can look for some good two player ones.” Her head tilted and she pushed her hair back with a hand. “Of course I mean it. I know that will take time to believe,” Adaline wanted to tell him she would never hurt him, but that might be a lie. In the end, it would depend on him, but Adaline knew what she liked. Knew that hurting him would turn her on. Yet, she’d never hurt him without his okay. Everything would always be consensual and she’d not allow anything else. So while she couldn’t make the promise, she made one to herself. She’d never harm him. Emotionally or otherwise. Garlic bread disposed of, she snorted softly. “I will still get it for you, but I don’t need to sit just beside you while you eat it. It was just cause we are so close.” Besides, he liked it. Therefore, she’d get him more. It was that simple. She could stomach the smell if only to see how his face lit up. When he motioned to the food she looked between it and him. “I had breakfast and lunch, Milo. This is more just a snack for me.” She reassured him. “But be careful not to eat too much,” she warned. “You’re not used to being able to eat as much as you want and it could make you sick.” Offering his blood shocked her and she bit her lower lip, looking into his eyes. It was a sweet offer. Her hand reached out and she placed her hand on his. “We can talk about it, if you like, but it isn’t required of you. It would.. Be maybe uncomfortable for you, because the effect my bite has. It would arouse you.” The puzzled look on his face made her smile. “Know how some humans use your kind for sex? It would make you.. In the mood for sex.” It was as tactful as she could put it. “And that seems a bit much for your first day, doesn’t it?” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo had simply nodded when she'd told him that the blood came back. He had figured that was the case...as naive and uneducated as he was, Milo wasn't stupid, he was quick to learn and understand things so long as he had the info to piece together and in the same vein he realized that her laughter wasn't to make fun of him, she was amused by his questions but her tone, the way she looked at him and how soft the answer was...he still wasn't sure about her at that point but he'd been laughed at before because he didn't know something, and cruelly, there was a huge difference and he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't recognize the difference. What his lack of education and world experience did colour was his lack of knowledge on what an actual vampire was, just like Adaline had surmised he hadn't seen movies or books, he didn't know they were classically monsters, the villains in so many horror stories, movies, games, shows and books. To him she sounded more like him, not human but close, different. He had no reason to fear her other than the human part, and she'd shown him nothing but kindness. In the kitchen, he frowned a little at her answer. Milo really didn't want a tutor and she was correct about the reason...humans had never treated his people kindly and while he did think Adaline was telling the truth, or at least he was putting his faith in her, choosing to trust her because if she was going to be cruel to him then he had no way to stop it anyway...but he had a strong suspicion that she was the exception rather than the rule. Before he had been captured he had never actually met a human in the traditional sense, never spoke to one, interactions had only been him running to escape when they came to capture him or on the occasions he would steal food when he was so hungry that he had no other choice, but he'd sure seen them. From the outside looking in, perhaps, but they had always been either cruel or uncaring. He'd considered the demi-humans who belong to the uncaring ones to be lucky, it had seemed much more preferable than to belong to an abusive human but both had been damaging enough and they hadn't hesitated to punish demi-humans if they were slow to complete their tasks, if they dared to fall behind or drop something, even if they stumbled. One time he'd seen a demi-human punished simply because a human had walked into them while they were looking the other way and taken offence to them being there, in the way. Adaline might be different but he didn't think he'd be so lucky as to meet another kind human in a tutor. "Y-Yes, Miss Adaline...I've never seen a kind human before...I've only seen humans hurt people like...like me. I don't k-know if a tutor wouldn't do the s-same..." He resolved himself to do the best he could to learn from her so that a tutor wouldn't be necessary. Talk of what she liked to do was much better and he smiled at her mention of movies. "W-whatever movies you would prefer, Miss Adaline...I...would watch scary with you too if...if you like them." The talk of games sounded appealing too, he didn't know which option he preferred. "I could watch you, if you didn't mind...and maybe you can t-teach me how to play after I've watched a few..." She really did seem genuine when she said she wanted to be his friend...his first friend, though she probably understood that already and he didn't feel the need to say it, he didn't want to make her sad or bring the mood down when he felt they were both enjoying this. He was trying all the new breads and sipping the sweet apple juice, he was warm, he had fresh clothes, he was clean...nobody was threatening him, they were talking about things he might enjoy, things he could have...such a simple thing but he thought it might be the happiest he'd ever been as sad as it was. He nodded as she told him he probably shouldn't eat so much and after finishing the garlic bread he put the rest aside for now so they could continue talking. "Y-yes Miss Adaline, I understand. Umm...I know you said it isn't required but...you said earlier it comes back, so it wouldn't harm me and...it's all I have." He blushed softly. "You've given me so much, more than anybody else ever has already, all I have to repay you is my b-blood...so please, if you want to f-feed like that, I'd like you to let me repay you..." She explained the effect of her bite, why she was worried and his eyes widened and he blushed even more deeply, looking away from her for a moment. Milo knew what sex was, he wasn't so naive especially when his parent and every other demi-human had known, it had been a common warning of what a human would do to them if they were captured...usually to the women of his kind but men weren't exempt, sometimes used by human women and often by human men too but arousal was something they had never discussed and his parents had died before ever educating him on consensual sex, the way they had conceived Milo himself. Eventually he nodded. "I...I understand, Miss Adaline, but...aroused doesn't mean we'd have to have sex, does it?" He didn't look at her as he spoke. "I mean you...you wouldn't want to with me anyway, I...I'm just a demi-human and I've never...I wouldn't even know how, I'm poor, I lived in caves and empty huts and tents, if I was lucky, I know s-somebody like you would never, but...y-you can still feed, I don't mind if it's uncomfortable, I've probably been through worse...please, I...I want to." He finally looked up to meet her eyes, his cheeks burning with embarrassment but wanting to at least look her in the eyes. ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

“I wouldn’t leave you alone with them Milo.” There was, for a moment, a flash of anger in her eyes. While he could be disrespected, no one would dare to do so in her presence after expressing such. Milo had no way of knowing the violence that such a small, sweet looking female could unleash if angry. Likely though, she’d no need to result to violence. Money would speak louder. “But, that will only occur if I feel we need it, so no need to worry now about it.” She patted his hand gently. “But I will make sure you get a good education and my shortcomings nor your fear will stand in the way.” Her voice was soft but it was clear that no objection would be heard. Conversation flowed smoothly to movies and she wrinkled her nose. “Sweet first. I like them as much as I like horror.” She lifted a finger to her lips and winked at him. “Besides, sometimes, in scary movies, I close my eyes to avoid the scary. I like them but I am not always the bravest.” She smiled and chuckled. “Our secret though, yes?” Not like she truly expected him to tell anyone. “I like a lot of sweet animated movies. Disney movies. I think we will start with those and if you want you may pick, or if that is too much, I will pick.” Overwhelming him wouldn’t do. Her smile grew and she nodded. “You can watch for a bit, help me find all the secrets hidden and then we will teach you and I will help you find all the secrets!” Milo wouldn’t understand what she meant yet, but Adee loved to play games were you explored and found things though that exploration or through puzzle clues. Like a cat her head cocked to one side, watching him. “It is, but I was after company more than your blood.” Her words were gentle. Adeline went on to explain the issues that could occur with her feeding from him. It was embarrassing for her to explain and clearly for him to hear as his cheeks heated. Yet there was a determination when his eyes rose to meet hers that made her sigh softly. After a moment of considering Adaline nodded softly. Rising she held a hand to him. “Stand for a moment, Milo.” When he scooted his chair back, hand in hers, Adaline turned his chair so it sat parallel to the table and she gently pushed him to sit again. With blood donors, Adaline could feed from the wrist and that was how she preferred. Yet, with Milo, she didn’t want to be so distant. So she gently sat in his lap. “Is this okay?” When he nodded, shyly, she lifted a hand to turn his head, his face angled away from her and her lips brushed his neck. A whisper of butterfly wings against his skin before there was a sharp pinch and then it faded as her mouth locked over the pinpricks. She fed slowly, his life force flowing into her body. No one person tasted the same. Milo had a sweet sort of nuttiness to his blood that reminded her of Mont Blanc. A touch or richness that coated her tongue as she swallowed a mouthful, then a second. By the third, she was pulling back and he’d feel a soft lap of her tongue to close the marks. As she’d fed, Adaline had felt and hear the changes in his body. It wasn’t something he could help as pleasure and need washed through his body. "How are you feeling?" Adaline asked with concern. The experience was new to him and she carefully slipped from his lap, to touched his jaw, turning him to look at her once more. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo nodded. He believed her when she said she wouldn't leave him alone with them and that did help, though he faltered for a moment when he saw what seemed to be a look of anger in her eyes. "Are you...are you okay M-Miss Adaline?" He hadn't meant to upset her and without thinking much about it he had assumed that she was angry at him, maybe for being worried and scared about being bullied by another human. It didn't take her long to soothe him, patting his hand helped, the contact, something he had had very little of in his lifetime had an immediate effect...he looked down at her hand and he just felt better...it wasn't shoving him, or hitting him, she wasn't speaking in an angry tone even if he'd seen a flash of it...just like before upstairs he felt he was safe with her. "I understand...and I'd like that, I want to learn..." The movie conversation was much more cheerful, he had never seen a movie, he knew vaguely what one was but found it hard to imagine...only once in his life, when he was in the facility, had he glanced a television screen and seen the moving images on it, it seemed like magic to somebody like Milo. Because of that he was eager to watch not only the sweet ones but the scary ones too...it didn't hurt that he'd spent his life sometimes sleeping in dark caves and the woods themselves using trees for shelter and when he was younger the sounds of the woods themselves had indeed been terrifying...but he'd grown out of that. It had just been animals and darkness....the thing he feared the most was cruel humans now, compared to them the forest was hardly scary at all. He smiled as she winked at him and even laughed as she mentioned that she was scared of the scary ones herself sometimes and swore him to secrecy. "Yes, Miss Adaline, our secret...but I...I would protect you if you needed it..." He was quite sure she didn't, he didn't even know why he'd said it, it had just slipped out and he blushed gently. "N-Not that I think you need it! I...I'd be fine picking one too if you can tell me what they're about first..." Gaming also seemed like something he might enjoy, though he was still unsure how it worked so he just nodded at her and smiled widely. "That sounds like fun, I'd like to learn!" Overall he was excited...he'd expected the worst when he'd been caged and brought here so this was the most pleasant surprise he could imagine...he was rapidly becoming attached to Adaline, he wanted to make her smile, make her happy because she was being so kind to him and trying to do the same for him. It was a new feeling, it had been a long time since he'd had anybody in his life he cared about, his parents had been the last all those years ago. That was why he pushed for Adaline to take his blood, if she wanted it of course, even though he was a little worried. Strangely he wasn't scared, in such a short time she'd already made him feel safer than he had in his entire life and he didn't for a single moment think that she could harm him, instead he was worried that she wouldn't like it, that it would taste bad, dirty somehow. When she told him to stand he nodded and followed her instructions exactly. "I...I know you wanted companionship, Miss Adaline, but...if I can offer this to you then...please, take it." He'd sat back down and his heart was racing as she slid into his lap. He blushed already...he didn't know why but he liked it, it felt comfortable, warm, he liked her being so close to him. He nodded when she asked if it was okay, but he didn't trust himself with words so he didn't speak. His hands he didn't know what to do with as she sat there, he didn't want to touch her without permission, didn't want to assume it would be okay to grab her waist or hold them around her so he grabbed onto the table, arms still loosely around her but not holding, then he let her turn his head and he shivered as he felt her lips and breath against his neck. "Haha...it tickle..ah!" The sharp pain caught him off guard but then he felt the most incredible sensations...pleasure radiating from where her teeth had sank into his flesh quickly through his entire body, and he felt it in a place he never had too as it seemed to all be heading in the same direction, lower, ever lower to his crotch. He gasped and made a soft whimpering sound. His hands which had been gripping the table grabbed tighter, knuckles turning white and his eyes were wide...he could feel himself getting hard, erect...he'd felt it a few times in his life but it had never been explained to him what was happening he only knew that it was sexual, and that he felt embarrassed. It was large, pushing against his trousers and her rear where she was sitting and he moaned softly, as it became trapped between them. He lost track of how long it was happening, it probably wasn't for a long time but he didn't care, he wouldn't have cared if it had lasted forever, he felt incredible and he whined softly when she stopped. He felt the kiss of her tongue against his neck one more time then she slid away. He was panting softly, blushing deeply and looking away when she turned his head to look back at her again and asked him how he was feeling. "I...I don't know, it...it was amazing, I've never f-felt anything l-like it, I..." He took a moment to breathe but he didn't look away, he obediently kept his eyes where she'd guided them, locked with her own. "It feels good, so good, is this how I'm supposed to feel? I...I'd be happy for you to feed f-from me like that a-anytime Miss Adaline, I...I loved it..." The ache in his cock was something new, he quickly moved his hands down to cover the large bulge in his trousers and gasped slightly when his own hands put on a little pressure. He wanted more, he wanted to touch it, squeeze it, he had feelings he'd never had before and didn't know what to do with them but there was clear, pure lust in his eyes and his heart was still racing. ​