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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. ​

 

[Bunny]

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

Sweet, like candy. That was Milo. From concern at her anger to offering to protect her when watching movies. It wasn’t the sort of sweetness she’d laugh at either, his concern and desire to keep her safe came from such a valuable place. Who else would ask in the flash of her anger if she was alright? Or offer to keep her safe from the big bads within movies? He might not have known what he offered, but both were made with a simple desire to please her. Others might have laughed at him, found him simple. Adeline though found wonder in his sweetness. Something,s he’d not experienced in a long time, if ever. Her lips had curled into a soft smile both time and when he offered to pick out a movie if she told him about them, she’d nodded. “Well of course, how else could you pick?” Her words held a teasing note, but not a cruel one. Gaming too, brought out an innocent joy and Adaline found herself wanting to show him all the things that brought her joy, if only to bring him the same joy. If not what she liked, she wanted to find things that Milo liked. To help him figure out who he was. It had been robbed from him because of his birth. Not many of his kind knew themselves. They knew what they were taught to know. How to clean, cook or perform services, sexual or otherwise. To discover, to learn what they liked? How many could say they had that luxury. Maybe the more dominant of their species, who were not gelded. Though those were few and far between. Blood. It was all he had that was his. Milo wasn’t wrong. It was a gift to one like her, to offer it so freely and damned insistently. Though, while feeding off him had been an eventual hope, a small part of Adaline wondered if this was some form of abuse. She knew what her bite would do, even as she settled in his lap. Felt his body react beneath her, felt him grow, eager and in need of touch. Knew that this would be unlike anything he’d really felt before. Even if he had touched himself, found pleasure before he’d been captured, for they’d not allow such lewdness. This would be different though, like liquid aphrodisiac, flowing through his blood. Had she not felt the erection pressing beneath her, his breathing and his whimper as she pulled back. Heavy lidded his eyes concealed the lust barely. When Adaline touched his face, his skin felt flushed under her fingertips and his answer was not unexpected in the least. A small worm of worry, doubt growing larger within. “Mmm, I’d expected not.” Her voice held that same softness and when his eyes finally met hers she shook her head. “No, Milo.” Firmness now. She shouldn’t have fed on him, not so soon. He’d wanted her too, wanted to give back. She pulled back some and shook her head, arms slipping around herself. “I am afraid to do it too often. It feels no different if I’d brought you here for sex. It feels like I am using you. You’ve never been kissed..” This spoke more to his innocence and she wasn’t sure if she could rob him of that. Adaline had hoped, in time, they might grow close, that they could.. Together.. But.. This felt like tipping the scales, forcing his hand, even if he’d asked it of her. Adaline felt like.. A monster. And wasn't she? How was she really all that different? So she'd had wanted to go slower. It was all some sort of plot, in hope of.. the same thing his kind were all used for. In the moment, she couldn't distance herself from the fact she'd have never made Milo sleep with her. All she could see were the similarities. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

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

Milo was going through a lot of strange feelings that he hadn't expected, things he never thought he'd feel in his lifetime. The first one was gratitude...he'd never been grateful to anybody before, not for anything real, yet Adaline was giving him so much. He couldn't understand how a person could be so kind when everything he had grown up to learn pointed to the opposite. She was inviting him to play games with her, to watch movies, she was offering him food he'd never been able to experience before and letting him choose what he liked and didn't like. She'd given him his own space, and entire bedroom all to himself, clothes that felt clean and comfortable. This was so far from what he'd imagined...in his mind when they had caged him this morning he had expected he would be a slave, probably doing hard labour. At worst he would be raped...he knew enough about it to know it would be painful, humiliating and invasive, he'd heard horror stories when he was among others of his own kind. He expected to be hurt if he made any mistakes or even spoke when he wasn't asked a question and yet instead he'd been brought here. He was happy. For the first time in a long time Milo was happy and of course he'd wanted to pay Adaline back for this glimpse of what his life could be...any sense of mistrust had been quickly eroded by talking to her, smiling with her, laughing even...Milo had rarely laughed in his lifetime and now he'd done it more than once in her presence, his sad smile had become a genuine one and while it was definitely too soon he had become somewhat infatuated with his new benefactor. Was it really a surprise that the kindness shown had made him see her as more than just a human, more than just a person who had bought a slave? When he looked at her smiling and offering to let him watch movies and play games with her she'd been far more than that, she was his saviour, the gratitude he felt was overwhelming in it's own right and he'd wanted to repay her. Knowing that his blood was all he had to offer her besides his body, something he was both naive about and sure she wouldn't want as beautiful as she was, he'd been insistent that she feed from him if she was hungry. And she had. And it had been incredible, he'd never felt such heat and warmth flowing through his body, he'd never felt pleasure like that, need, pure lust and desire. He ached...but it wasn't in a painful way, it wasn't in any way that made him feel used himself he just new that he wanted to touch, to be touched, and he felt a connection to her too...to Adaline. She'd drank from him, it was a moment of pure intimacy that he'd never even been able to imagine, that even if he had he wouldn't have ever expected to have such an experience and when she stopped he whimpered and whined softly, he was panting, looking into her eyes and feeling something entirely knew. His gaze slipped down to her lips, he could see her fangs again and his breathing was a little ragged, hard to control. He'd offered to let her feed from him like that any time, he'd expected, even hoped, she would agree but something was wrong. Even as inexperienced as he was with emotions Milo could tell something bad was happening, the way she pulled her arms around herself was something he'd done many times, he'd seen others of his kind do it too, like they were trying to protect themselves. He frowned. "M-Miss Adaline, I...did I do something wrong? Did I taste b-bad?" Why else had she said no so firmly, so insistently at his offer? They were so close now, his seat was near hers and seeing her like this he just wanted to hold her. "P-please, I'm sorry if I tasted bad, I just...using me?" She'd continued talking and a look of confusion crossed his face as she said this. Quietly he mumbled at her, frowning. "You...you're the only person I've met that hasn't used me..." Shocked at how quickly this had turned into something bad from what he thought was wonderful Milo still wanted to make her happy. He could see what it was now, what was getting at her. "M-Miss Adaline, I...I know I'm not smart, not really...I haven't been taught things, I can't read or write, there's a lot I don't know that you've offered to teach me but...I know what being used looks like. I know what it feels like...I'm not t-that stupid." He moved his hands, which at that moment had been hiding his bulge from her, the large erection he'd been so ashamed of, and instead reached for hers. She'd done it before when he'd been spiraling, taken both his hands in hers so he took hers in his own now and looked her in the eyes. "Y-you didn't bring me here for sex, you said I didn't have to let you drink from me, ever...said we don't have to do that...you...you've freed me." He could feel tears welling up. "When I was c-caged this morning I thought I was going to be made into a slave, made to work hard until I d-died, beaten if I got tired, maybe r-raped...even men get raped..." He refused to look away from her eyes as he spoke. "Instead you gave me food, you've offered me movies and games and so much...I...I just wanted to pay you back, my blood...it's a small price to pay...I don't care how it makes me feel, if it hurt I'd still offer it because...because you've saved me...you brought me here instead of going some place terrible...some place awful...you even bought me the bread that you didn't like, that hurt you to be around, the g-garlic? That one...and you...you said even if I didn't want to be your friend I could stay, you'd let me stay...Miss Adaline please, please don't say things like you used me when you saved me...and...and maybe I've not been kissed but I don't care about that...if I could kiss anybody it would be you, I want to kiss you, I know I can't, I know I'm still j-just a demi-human, I'm not silly enough to think you'd ever want me l-like that but if I could I would and I'd be happy..." He was rambling, he didn't know what he was trying to say, but he wanted her to know he didn't feel she was using him. "I...I know I'm not free, but...I don't want to be. I've been free most of my life, I...I'll be happier being yours..." ​

 

[Bunny]

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

Though she felt like a monster, he made her smile and she gave a weak chuckle. “No, Milo.. You don’t taste bad.” He’d tasted sweet, like bright berries and something herbaceous she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The laugh turned bitter and she shook her head, looking away. Only one to not use him. She was, though, wasn't she? Adeline had bought him, and while she would give him some choices, her goal, her ultimate goal, had been friendship with the hope of something more. It was just.. Sneakier. Look no string attached, but wait! There was. Who could honestly decided after the life he’d led to not be her friend. Seemingly so kind. So sweet. She waited until he was done. Done talking, rambling before giving a small, sad shake of her head. “I thought i was being nice. Helpful. A good.. Good person.” She cupped his cheeks in her hands, her thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Think about it though.” her voice was soft and sad. “You who haven’t known kindness in so long, are suddenly given it.” She held his gaze, it was only fair. “It isn’t a trick, or so it seems. Food, warm, soft clothing. A room. And it appears, a choice.” Adaline hadn’t meant to do this, to trick him. She had honestly felt she was doing a good thing and that illusion might have lasted a touch longer, but she struggled to ever see the outcome where she didn’t eventually see herself as the monster she was. “So grateful, wouldn’t you do anything for such a kind person? Offer your friendship? Blood? Body? If you thought that is what they wanted?” Her sad smile was on display once more. “See, we both know the answer, because you did. You’d do anything I asked of you, because I gave you the illusion of that choice.” Her hands slowly pulled back from his face and ruby tears glistened in her eyes. “I thought I was being a good person.. But it was a manipulation. I hadn’t meant it to be, but who in the face of everything wouldn’t give all they had in return?” Milo had. He had offered her everything and she bit her lower lip. A single tear traced down her skin. Leaving a pink trail along her pale skin. “I wanted a friend, this is true. I wouldn’t force you to be my friend. True. But how could you want to not be? And in time? I’d hoped we might grow to be more. Biting you, would have come in time. Might have helped you into my bed.. Which was my hopeful goal.” Monster. Evil. Hugging herself tight, she looked at Milo, so lost. She wasn’t any better. Surely she was worse. All the time she’d promised him it wasn’t a trick. Hadn’t thought it was and in the end? She’d lied. It was a trick, a game. She was no better than the others. No. Adaline was far worse. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

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

Milo smiled, even blushed a little as he was told he didn't taste bad. Honestly he had thought he would, but he didn't know what blood was supposed to taste like anyway...he'd tasted his own, just because he'd lived a life of trying to avoid humans didn't mean he'd avoided pain and getting hurt by any stretch of the imagination and he could distinctly remember the metallic tang of it. Like tasting a penny...and he'd done that before too when he was younger. "Thank you...I would hate it if I tasted bad, does that...does that mean you liked it, Miss Adaline? I...never mind." He grinned nervously...he'd been about to ask her if blood tasted different to her because she was a vampire but he realized she wouldn't have any way of knowing, she wouldn't have experienced what blood had tasted like for him and others. Maybe it tasted differently for everybody? He wasn't grinning for long, unfortunately. His new benefactor...owner even, had started to become unhappy very quickly despite saying he tasted good and it was confusing to Milo. When she cupped his cheeks he looked into her eyes and he saw nothing there but sadness and pain...gone was the laughter and happiness that he'd seen so far. She'd listened to him talk, listened to him tell her that he would be happy to be hers, that she'd treated him with nothing but respect but it hadn't helped her at all, she continued to speak, continued to make points that all led to the same end, calling herself just as bad as other humans. "Miss Adaline...y-you're wrong." Milo took a deep breath, he had never been in a situation like this before, he'd avoided others as a general rule of life though it hadn't always worked out that way but he knew that now he should say something, he should try to help...because she was suffering. Where he came from everybody was suffering, everybody was in it for themselves, sometimes even having to fight just to get a scrap of food for the day but this was anguish of a different kind. "You told me what you wanted...a...a companion. A friend. You're as l-lonely as I am, that's what you told me, that's what you said...and I believed you. It...it isn't the same as what others pay for people like me for, as slaves, as p-property." He blushed a little more when she'd said she'd hoped he'd end up in her bed, he still felt aroused, he wanted that so badly and he didn't know if it was because of her drinking his blood or if he just liked her that much...he knew he had very quickly become a little infatuated with Adaline, he knew that he was attracted to her too. "You didn't manipulate me...I...I know what that looks like. I told you I know I'm not educated, I k-know I am probably not smart but I know what bad people do...I know what happens to people like me. If you hoped we would be friends, if you hoped I'd share my b-blood with you, if you hoped I...we would...ummm..." He went crimson and shook his head. "You know what I mean, but if you hoped that then...that's all it is. Hope. It doesn't make you bad, it doesn't make you like them." He could see tears in her eyes and he did what she had done for him, he moved closer and used the sleeve of his new top, the fanciest thing he had ever worn, to wipe them away. "I saw others...b-because I'm more timid, didn't fight m-my cage was at the front of the facility where humans could see me, see that us...animals...were well trained. I saw how they looked at us, I saw cruelty in those eyes. I saw them laugh when one of us would get hurt, I...I was even hurt myself, look." He moved back a little and stood, turned so his right side was facing her and he reached for his pants. He had to pull them down a little, half revealing himself but it didn't matter, he'd arrived here naked, he'd been stripped so many times at the facility to be washed and inspected...that his erection was so large even helped, the pants trapping it so only part of the shaft was visible as he showed her a little lower than his hip, to the small, circular burn mark. "I never fought, I never argued...all I did was stumble and bump into a human just a little and they did this with their cigarette just a few days ago, it...it wasn't the first time, I've had worse..." He pulled his pants back up and sat back down to face her. "I-I don't care if you had hopes for me, remember what you said? If I didn't want to, you wouldn't make me, you...you'd even still let me live here. You said this is m-my home now...I...I've never had a home, Miss Adaline I've never had a f-friend...please...please don't cry...all the things you said, M-Miss Adaline...how it was manipulating me because you wanted my blood, and companionship and s-sex...you could have been like the others, you could have forced me...used my shock c-collar, you could have gotten everything by making me do it but you didn't..." He slid from the chair and was on his knees in front of her, looking up. He reached out, his arms on her lap, hands on her thighs and he looked up at her from that position. "I-I want to stay here with you, I want to be yours...I've never had hope before today, I've never felt like I could be happy, I'd be happy with you owning me, I'd feel safe, I'd feel cared for...I'd have a friend...let me be yours, I trust you...please trust yourself...if...if you use me to make yourself happy, it will make me happy too..." ​

 

[Bunny]

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

Comfort. He offered her comfort as she broke down, feeling like nothing more than a monster. Slowly, with his shy instance, he worked through each obstacle she rose before him. Each mirror to her soul, he shattered them with unflinching sweetness. He knew what manipulation was. He wasn’t book smart, but he knew as much. Hope was not manipulation. Adaline listened to him and tried to see it from his side. Struggling as she was, it was hard. Because while it had been hope, it had been an almost known quantity in her mind. Cruelty and when he showed her the mark a soft, vicious sound left her. They’d hurt him?! That didn’t sit well with her, but the sound faded and she looked back into his eyes. Wouldn’t make him. He was right, she’d have never raped him. Forced him to do something he found repugnant. She exhaled slowly and as he knelt before her, arms reached out across her lap. A hand lifted, almost absently and she stroked his hair, her nails finding his scalp, scratching. Offering him comfort. It was absent mindedly, the way one might pet well… a dog. Considering all he laid at her feet. She had been lonely. Hoping for a friend. Hoped for more in time, but she would never force him. The words rang through her mind in his sweet, hesitant voice and after a long moment she looked down into his eyes. “Oh.. Milo.” His name was soft and she lowered her head to brush a kiss against his forehead. “Sorry that I freaked out.. I just. I never wanted to be like them. Your reaction to my bite scared me a little. I think because in the past, I paid for the service. They knew what they were getting, I knew I would get sustenance. There were no wires crossing. It was far more personal with you.” At least, that is what Adaline thought had happened. It was hard to know for sure what had scared her so badly. What had made her look into her soul and see nothing but evil. It was.. Not something she’d ever been prepared for. Her fingers found his ear, rubbing the velvety fur between her fingers. “You don’t think less of me because what I hope may come of.. Us?” Her cheeks heated much like his had and she held his gaze. Gently she pulled him to his feet. “Before we discuss this further. Go back to your room. In the bathroom, you will find a small box with a red cross on it. Bring it back to me, please. Let me tend to the burn.” There was a tightness in her face, an anger that seemed to exude from her, but it was clear it wasn’t at him. She watched him leave and when he returned she took the box from him. Riffling through it she found the burn cream and a bandage. Turning him gently she pulled his pants down slightly with one hand, allowing him to keep himself mostly covered. The tip of her finger with the ointment rubbed against the mark before she pressed a band-aid to his skin. “They shouldn’t have hurt you, but that should help with any discomfort. It should also help it heal better.” Her voice was soft and she put the bits and bobs back into the case, before setting it aside. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

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

Milo was trying his best to smile as he looked up at Adaline. It was a weak, sad smile but that was all he could manage...he wanted her to feel comfortable, he wanted her to feel happy and he hated that he had started this. It wasn't his fault, he knew that much, but it had been his suggestion, his insistence that had led to her breaking down. It was difficult for him to even understand where she was coming from because to him she was the kindest soul he'd ever met in his life, 25 long years. Even his parents hadn't been so kind to him...they'd provided what they could and he was grateful they had scavenged and scrounged to help him survive his childhood, he loved them as much as one could but there had been times where he'd felt their resentment...without Milo they'd have been able to move faster, they would have had more food between the two of them, wouldn't have needed to provide him with clothing and safety. Another thing that hadn't been his fault but he'd felt it all the same. It took a while but she seemed to be calming down, and his smile grew a little brighter when she said his name and leaned down to kiss his head. He could feel his tail start to move...there wasn't really room for it in these pants and he hadn't wanted to upset her by cutting a hole for it, not to mention how embarrassing it would be to show his rear through them so he was grateful that it was barely a flicker of movement. Honestly he'd rarely had to think about his tail wagging before because it was so rare to happen. "You paid for b-blood, Miss Adaline?" There was no judgement in his voice, only a little surprise in that he thought she was so pretty and kind that anybody would offer it just like he had. "Was...was my reaction bad? I..." He blushed deeply and looked down at her thighs. "I really liked it...really really liked it..." He smiled as she said it had felt more personal, something about that greatly appealed to him it seemed but something was off and he couldn't put his finger on it at first. Then he realized...he was jealous. She'd mentioned feeding from others and he'd felt a pang in his heart and he looked up at her with something approaching sadness though he tried to hide it with another forced smile. Hopefully she wouldn't notice...and his smile became more genuine again when she started to pet him and then her hand found his ear. This time he had no chance of stopping it...it felt so nice, so affectionate that he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes and there was a soft thump sound that repeated as his tail struggled against the confines of his pants. "I...no, I don't think less of you I...I think you're so kind, so beautiful and so s-sweet...I..." He opened his eyes, which was a struggle because of how good it was feeling to have his ear pet, it was like it was puppeteering his whole body, making him lean into it, making his tail pound against his own rear down one trouser leg, even his mouth had been slightly open and his tongue visible as he'd been scritched but he wanted to look at her when he said this. "I would be happy to be of use to you in any way...a-any way you would like, Miss Adaline...I want to make you happy, I...I don't know how to do any of the things you want from me but I...I want to..." He blushed again and his tail was still going right up until she asked him to go fetch something for her. He stood and nodded. "Yes Miss Adaline, I...I'll find it." In truth the burn wasn't hurting so much anymore...it had been a bad one but it had been two days ago but he hadn't had it treated and it still stung when anything rubbed against it even clothing and he'd heard the noise she'd made when she'd seen it...it had sent a shiver down his spine. Milo had the feeling that Adaline was much more dangerous than she looked but she didn't scare him...cruel humans scared him but not her. It took him a minute to find and when he returned he handed it to her and stood while she worked, moving his hands down to help cover himself a little. As bold as he wanted to be, he wasn't, and while he knew from what she'd said that she wouldn't hate seeing him naked he instinctively shielded himself. He winced and whimpered softly as she treated the burn but he did his best not to flinch away from her, he trusted her. "T-Thank you, Miss Adaline...it...it wasn't too bad." It was a lie, it had hurt a lot but he didn't want her to feel bad. "It feels better now and it was a couple of days ago..." ​

 

[Bunny]

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

Her smile was soft. “A new rule, we do not lie to one another, Milo. Not even small little white lies.” There was no way the mark had not hurt and she’d not have him telling her otherwise. “I am glad it feels better though.” Slowly she circled back to the subjects of before as she placed the kit on the table. "Yes, I paid for blood. It was no different for me than buying groceries. Both nourish the body, one is just, unusual.” It was sustenance and she needed it to survive. Nothing more and nothing less. “Sometimes from those willing to feed. You know the pleasure of my bite.. It is addictive to some. Other times, just blood from a blood bank.” There was no harm in explaining such things to him and might help him have a better understanding of her. “Rise Milo.” She could his tail and knew it was likely not comfortable. When he did so, she turned him gently so his back was to her. The kit was opened again and after a moment, he’d feel her fingers tracing his spine, till she found where his tail started. A hole was cut in the fabric with a pair of small scissors, careful to not hurt him, and once she was satisfied, she carefully pulled his tail through. Putting the scissors away she smiled up at him. “You may sit again, if you like.” He knelt again and she chuckled, her hand slipping into his hair again, stroking his head. “As to your reaction, no. It wasn’t bad. It was just expected. I am very aware of what my bite makes others feel” Her voice gave a low chuckle. “And I know you did, silly puppy. But that is okay.” Her nails scratched along his ear gently, near the base. She found she enjoyed petting him. Such comfort was rare for both of them that Adeline was in no rush to stop. “When we get you new clothes, we will make sure to have them adjusted for your body. You should have said something,” her chastisement was light and she dropped the subject. He didn’t think she was bad and thought no less of her. It was soothing in its own way. “If anyone else ever harms you, you will tell me, alright?” The thought came to her randomly. He was now her ‘property’ and as such harming him would violate rules. Her eyes drifted from his pale hair to the food. “If you are still hungry, you should eat Milo, if not, we will put it up and you may pick what we do next." He’d been bathed before he came, so need for that. She could watch a movie with him or perhaps show him a game or start teaching him to read and write. The latter felt daunting, but she knew he was scared of others. So she’d try for him. Her fingers still rubbed at his ear, though she switched between them absently as she thought. It would be best to have him start with learning his letters. He knew his name, so that was a start. Though, even though she’d offered, she already knew she wished to watch a movie with him. Cuddle and watch something silly and sweet. They could save hard things for tomorrow.. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

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

Milo blushed and nodded. "N-no lying Miss Adaline...s-sorry. Umm...it really hurt...but it was a couple of days ago, the pain was mostly gone unless I touched it..." That was the entire truth and he nodded, smiling softly. "It feels better now, t-thank you." He listened to her explain how she had paid for blood and he couldn't stop the frown appearing on his face. It wasn't that she had paid for it of course, he didn't have any feelings about that at all...she'd paid for him, paid for her home, his clothes, his room, for everything. It was reasonable, he didn't consider it wrong, but something else did bother him and it took him a moment to figure out what this strange feeling was, the feeling he'd never had before that had made him frown. He was jealous. He tried to hide the flicker of jealousy and rose when she told him to, standing still as her hands touched him and his own hands still covering his manhood. It was large enough that it was impossible to hide the bulge, demi-humans of certain species often had such...gifts...and the thick knot at the base extended into a long, girthy shaft that he could only hide so much but was thankfully going down for now, not that Milo himself was aware of how large it was. He didn't know the difference, he hadn't seen others, he wasn't privy to the rumours about demi-humans and their size advantage, he didn't know humans didn't have a knot or that when the males of his species were bought as sex slaves it was for a very obvious reason. He shivered as he felt her fingers run down along his spine and closed his eyes...he liked it. Just a gentle touch, all of her touches had been so gentle and he was quickly learning to not only accept them, but to want them and he wasn't even worried about the scissors he'd seen in her hands. That alone was noteworthy, he was usually wary enough about humans with bare hands never mind sharp implements but not with her. He trusted her already. The trust was rewarded when he felt her hand on his bare tail, then carefully pulling it through a hole she had cut. He couldn't stop it from moving, starting to wag happily, an involuntary movement that before today had been rare and yet so many times already it had started to wag and he blushed...it wasn't easy having something like that, it was a window into his emotions, his feelings...if he was happy about something it would wag and everybody would know how he felt. Gently his tail batted against her hand as she pulled it away and against his thigh and when she told him to sit again he didn't even think about it before he went back to his knees. The chair had been a little uncomfortable anyway, probably because of his tail being trapped beneath him, but that wasn't even it...it was how her hand had petted him. Starved for affection and touch he wanted more but didn't want to ask for it and he knelt in hope that she would pet him again. When he felt her hand in his hair once more his tail started beating faster and he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling for a moment, pressing up against her palm. He knew she was answering him when he'd said he had enjoyed being bitten and he blushed, didn't open his eyes because he didn't want to face her as he wanted to admit something...she'd asked for honesty, he didn't want to lie by not telling her. "I...I've never felt like that, I...it felt incredible, I can see how people would get addicted but...umm...I..." He paused and his tail was moving a little slower, his blush deepening. "I felt...when you explained how you paid for it, I didn't...like that. I felt...is it jealous? I think it's jealous...at the thought." His head lowered and rested, his cheek on her lap just above her knee while she petted him and he nodded at her order. "I will tell you, Miss Adaline, but I didn't fight, so I wasn't hurt as much, really...I'm not a fighter..." He finally raised his head when she offered to let him choose what they do next and he had to think about it. She'd offered him so much already, to learn from her, to watch movies, to play games...he'd be happy just to stay like this though and he had to think about his response. He didn't know much about gaming but to play he knew she would need her hands, and to learn they would both need to focus if she was teaching him...but watching a movie? If he sat close maybe she would pet him more...her bite might be additive, he had no doubt that it was after what he'd felt but for somebody who'd had as little affection as Milo had her touch was just as addicting. "I ate enough, it's more than I've eaten in...ever...and umm...can we watch a movie, Miss Adaline? I know I should focus on learning for you but I...umm, maybe tomorrow?" He opened his eyes and looked up at her hopefully. ​