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Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

Michael paused for a moment, trying to decide if this was some elaborate plan of hers. He was not blind to her inuenndo, but he was not sure he could afford the distraction tonight. At the same time it would be an excellent test to see just how subservient she was wiling to be. He considered it for a moment, the silence in the air was palpable and he could tell that she was eagerly awaiting his response.

"Very well, but be aware that if this is a trick I will not hesitate to end you"
 
She smiled, thinking he would never get teh chance to end her. All the same, she moved around him and removed her tattered dress. Her wounds had already healed, and with the exception of the scares left form her human life, her skin was perfect. She fell to her knees before him and ran her hands over his thighs, reaching up to open his pants, her tongue running over the fabric.

"I promise, you will not regret your choice, Hunter."
 
"I should hope not, If I do it will be you that suffers for it not me" he replied. "This is your chance hell spawn, to prove to me that you are trustworthy enough to fullfill your end of our arrangement."

he leaned back and let her do as she would, but he kept the remote tightly in his hand his thumb never far from the button.
 
Her fangs protracted at his words, but she kept them safly tucked in as she leaned down, pulling his still soft cock form his pants. Her mouth opened and she took his lip dick into her mouth and began succking it, moaning as she did.
 
Michael moaned as she took his cock into her mouth, he was not a virgin by any means but it had been many years since he had been with a woman. The life of a hunter did not leave time for such things. His hand went to her head and he forced her all the way down on his cock, pushing it down her throat.

"You appear to be quite experienced at this hell spawn"
 
Vesta made a sound of displeasure as she felt her head pushed all the way down the Hunter's cock. SHe was not one to give in to the power of others. She had lived centuries, and she was used to being in control. She forced herself not to fight though, as her fangs protracted in anger, hugging the man's cock.

She continued to suck, playing the ruse out, her tongue moving skillfully over his hard, warm flesh. She loved a hard cock, any intelligent vampire would, knowing that it was swollen with blood.
 
He reached down and took a hold of her hair, he wanted to see just how far she would allow him to take his dominance over her without resistance, he could feel her fangs grazing the sides of his cock as she sucked him and knew what she could do if she wished. He kept his other hand tightly grasped around the remote, he knew he was taking an enormous risk but it had been so long since he had experienced pleasure with anyone that he considered the results worth the risk.

For the first time he allowed his eyes to roam over her body, she was nearly flawless, her breasts were large and firm, her ass tight and toned. Her pale skin only enhanced her beauty. Perhaps this would not be completely unplesant, he thought to himself, she certainly knew what she was doing.
 
Vesta's entire body tensed as she felt his hand tangle in her hair. She was like a predator ready to rip in to him, but the worst she did was dig her nails into his thighs.

It was becoming harder and harder for her to resist fighting him, but she controlled herself still, working his cock in and out of her mouth like a practiced whore. Her hair fell over her shoulders and against his still clothed legs, and she pressed her breasts forward. As she sucked, she plotted against him, fully intending to find herself a way out of this trap.
 
"You think you are so subtle dont you?" he asked her between groans as she continued to suck him, "You think I can't see that look in your eyes? I can almost see you plotting behind those eyes of yours, know that whatever plan you may come up with, it will fail, and when it does you will suffer agony the likes of which you have never imagined"

His research so far had not been completely without reward, while he had not as yet uncovered a means of control he had come across several texts going into great detail on torture of vampiric prisoners.
 
She growled around his cock, finally pulling away from it, she wasted no time. Now she was fucking him out of anger. She climbed into his lap, spreading her legs, and throwing herself down on his cock, letting it fill her.

SHe hissed at him, her fangs bared. She was small against him, but both of them were aware of the power she had. If she wanted to, she could throw him across the room with a most no effort. SHe put her hands against his throat, a threatening gesture, as she rode him, her body moving father than any mortal woman's could as she slammed down on him over and over again.

"I have lived for centuries, human, you can not outsmart me for long."
 
He gasped as she sheathed his cock inside her, unprepared for the force and vigor with which she went at it, he groaned as she rode him, allowing her to keep her hands at his throat, he knew the danger in doing so but he was confident that he still had the upper hand.

"I think you will find it, Is you who underestimates me" he replied between grunts as she rode him "You may also find that I am not without my own surprises for you"

With that statement he thumbed one of the two buttons on the remote, the spikes in her collar shot forward a few centimeters and released a concentrated liquid into her bloodstream before retracting.

"I forgot to mention that the silver is not the only thing contained within the collar, it also contains an experimental chemical designed to specifically effect your kind. It's intent was to serve as a tranquillizer but it currently functions more akin to a recreational drug"
 
Vesta cried out as the collar bit deeper into, releasing the drug into her system. As it went directly into her blood stream, it did not take long to take effect, and soon she felt lighted headed. She closed her eyes as a kind of elation overtook her. There had not be a drug in over a century that had been worth her use, but this . . .

She gasped as she became more sensitive to his cock inside of her, her hands tightening slightly, subconsciously, around his throat. She let her eyes roll back in her head as she rode him, her cunt wet and hot, grasping at his cock with a new vigor.

"Drugs . . . are for the weak . . . ."
 
"You seem to enjoy its effects enough. what does that say about you" he replied as he moved her hand from his throat.

He was very interested to see the effects of the drug, he had never actually seen it used on a vampire as it was intended and was very excited to see the results. He noticed instantly that she became more aroused, the increase in her wetness and heat was immediatey evident. That was interesting to him because it was not one of the listed effects.
 
She allowed him to move her hand, hardly noticing at first, still riding him hard and fast. Her body began to undulate atop him. It seemed as though her entire body was not just becoming more sensitive, but was feeling sensations not brought on by the environment around her. It was also beginning to have another effect on her.

She looked at the man whose cock she was riding, and she gasped, almost pulling away from him. Just looking at him made her suddenly feel small. Every one of his muscles looked more defined, his face stronger. She felt herself shudder at the sight of him as she leaned forward, pressing her face against his neck and drinking in his odor, nuzzling against him.
 
Michael was surprised by the sudden change the drug produced in her, it was far faster and far more powerful than he had expectd. When her face pressed against his neck he tensed aware that her fangs were now very close to his exposed veins, but he relaxed when he realized that she was still lost to her lust, and could likely not even think clearly enough to bite him.
 
Her claws began to tear at his clothing. She wanted them off, and she wanted them off right then. She wanted to see him, to taste his flesh. She felt like she was on fire. In her haste, she scratched him a number of times. The smell of his blood drove her wild, and she pressed her face against him, her tongue flicking out over one of the wounds.

She was almost instantly too far gone for his insult to have sunk in deep enough to offend her. She continued to ride his cock, but her movements slowed, her body pulling up and push down in slow, undulating movements.

"Fuck meee . . . " It was almost a whimper, a plea in her drug enhanced state.
 
He gasped when her nails scratched him and her tongue licked across the wounds, he knew that was a mistake to have allowed, that she had now tasted his blood which would only further complicate their arrangement. However he didn't care, her body moving on his cock was getting to him. It had been too long he couldn't deny his own desires any longer. When she begged him to fuck her he snapped, he stood quickly lifting her as he did he grabbed her by her long hair and spun her around pushing her forward over the desk roughly before he slammed back into her and began to thrust hard and deep into her.
 
Everything moved so quickly, she couldn't even keep track. SHe felt like a human again, a dizzy, weak human. As he slammed his cock back inside of her, her back arched and she screamed in pure pleasure, her nails scratching deep runs into his desk.

She could still barely taste his blood in her mouth, but she was too far gone to crave more just yet. She closed her eyes and screamed for more, for more of his cock, for more of his body touching hers.

"Yes! YEs, fuck me!" SHe had forgotten that he was a Hunter, tht she was trapped, that this all was a trick, a way for him to take power over her. She hadn't even wondered how addictive the drug would become.
 
He unleashed all of his pent up lust, frustration, and anger on her as he savagely pounded into her from behind, his hand reached forward and roughly grabbed a hand full of her hair, using it to pull himself into her. He thrust hard and fast, as he felt his climax building and then with a savage grunt he came, pulling her tightly against him as he pushed as deeply into her as he could and emptied his load. When he was done he roughly pulled out and slammed her face back down into the desk, before pushing her off of it and onto the floor as he began to rearrange his papers and books trying to forget what had just happened, to forget that he had lost control.
 
Vesta cried out as her head was slammed into the desk, and she was thrown to the floor. She whimpered where she lay for a moment, trying to get her bearings. SHe could feel his seed leaking out of her, seeping from her body. Finally, as the room settled around her,s he sat up and crawled to him, pushing herself against his legs, kneeling at hsi boots.

"Please . . . don't stop . . . " She was begging him, something so far out of her nature that she looked somewhat broken and out of place. She needed him as she looked up at him, watching him rearranging the papers and books without ever looking at her.
 
"Why not?" he asked her as he looked down at her after several minutes of continuing to ignore her. "I've taken what I needed from you just as your kind does from us. Why should I continue?"

Even as he spoke however he could feel his desire for her rising again, he did not want to admit it but she inflamed a part of him that he had thought long dead. He wanted her but at the same time he had to remain in control or his plan would never work. If he allowed her to get any hold on him at all it would undermine his efforts.
 
She looked up at him from his boots, writing and rubbing her face against him like a feline who'd had too much catnip.

"Please . . . I want you . . . . You've already made sure I can't stand against you . . . " She looked up at him with drug induced desperation in her eyes, "I'll do anything you want . . . You can have any part of me . . . "

She swallowed hard. Had she been her usual self none of those words would have ever come out of her mouth, neither would she be kneeling at his feet, willing to lick his boots if that is what it took.
 
His eyebrow raised slightly as she begged, his mind racing with the possibilities, there were so many things he could make her do. He chose the simplest for now.

"Very well massage my feet while i read and if you do a good enough job perhaps I will reward you"
 
SHe looked up at him, her golden eyes clouded slightly by the drug, the clarity and cold taken away from then. She nodded in silence, pulling off one of his boots, then the other, and removing his socks.

Her hands were agile, her long fingers nimble, and she could feel, with her vampire sensitivity, every muscle in his feet. She used her thumbs to work them properly, spending half an hour on each foot. It was almost as though she were worshiping his feet.

To her, with her altered sense of time from the drugs, it seemed as though she were not spending any time at all.
 
As he finished the last entry int he tome he had been reading for the past hour he looked down at her as she finished her massage and felt his urges rise up again at the sight of her naked body. He ran options through his mind and finally came up with the one he felt would best sate his own desires and humiliate her when the drug had passed.

"Stand and bend over the table, then reach back and spread your ass for me"
 
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