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All Vampire Hunters were the same. They came to his home, isolated at the Peak of Truth, and demanded his head. Asked him to come with them quietly lest they destroy his heart. Held a gun to his forehead and tried to rattle out demands as if he were a young vampire just coming into this doomed immortal life.
Truthless Recluse wasn’t. All of those who entered his domain without direct permission and with the intent to kill were slaughtered and left for the forest to clean up. Despite his clear warnings, it felt like at minimum, ten vampire hunters appeared per decade just to try their hand at slaughtering him.
They all failed. With how much they talked about wanting ‘revenge’ for their fallen brethren, it sounded like they assumed he fed on the fools he killed. He refused to be that kind of monster. No matter how alluring the smell of blood was, he could never succumb to the want that made his fangs throb.
He couldn’t desecrate this body any further than he had already.
So to preserve his sanity, and the last remaining relics of his past life, he sealed away his mansion. No one could get in, and no one could get out. Truthless Recluse was happy to rot inside of this house until the end of time. It was what he deserved.
His peace began then. It spread on for decades and centuries, to the point where he lost track of time. There was always the occasional blueberry bird familiar he would send outside just to watch the world, to learn its new language and politics. He would be a fool to keep himself secluded and unaware of the world when it wanted vampire’s dead.
A ‘legendary’ vampire that was solitary and a sitting target would be impossible to pass up on if anyone ever learned how to get through his barrier. He did not think they would, but he still sent out a familiar every now and then to keep tabs on the outside world.
Today was a particularly rainy day. It wasn’t a particularly interesting day, quiet and dull. His garden had no need to be tended to and he had no weaving he needed to make for himself quite yet. His robes and cloak were perfect for his everyday needs.
He chose to spend the day just reading some of the books in his library. Most of them were getting dull and he knew that he should get new. But he couldn’t just steal them nor did he want to take down the barrier for his own selfish desires. Perhaps he should find a way to get some delivered to him… No, that required allowing the world within these halls again.
Never again. Not after he trusted once and…
Truthless Recluse closed the book he was reading a bit too firmly. His mind was drifting again to the past and that in of itself was dangerous. He could not change it, therefore he cannot dwell on it. He rose from the chair he had been sitting in to go put the book away.
The gentle calling of rain accompanied his footsteps and soothed his nerves ever so slightly. He was alone, he would not be hurt again. He could not be tempted if there is no way for anyone to tempt him.
Just as he put the book back, something felt… wrong. A very subtle difference in the surrounding air, something that he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t know how every single magic particle in the air felt in this place.
It felt like there was a void by the foyer, someone purposefully concealing their presence inside of his home. That shouldn’t have been possible considering the barrier had no holes or weakness to it. Truthless had double checked just a week ago when he felt a disturbance in it.
Someone was here. That should have been impossible and yet someone was. Truthless Recluse walked towards the foyer, towards that void in the magic that this place was coated in. He made sure not to coat his presence, if that truly was a hunter after all of this time then they would notice immediately.
If the world thought he was dead already, he needed the hunter to remain under that impression. It would give him the upper hand on whatever game was about to be played. His fangs were throbbing at just the idea of someone else being in this damn mansion.
He hated his instincts.
Regardless, Truthless Recluse made it to the foyer. At first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary. That is why it was entirely wrong; he could still feel the void where magic should have filled up already. Hidden from his sight in such a way it could have only been from magic he once perfected and spread across the land.
Disgusting.
Truthless Recluse summoned his staff to his hand. He would be a fool to be caught without something to aid him in this fight. If this hunter could hide themselves even from his sight… There was a very, very high risk of him dying here. Was it fear he was feeling? Or was it excitement?
That void was moving. Inching closer from one of the walls that was coated in darkness. Truthless Recluse pointed his staff there and shot a lance of ice towards it. The invisible hunter did not show themself, but the ice lance disintegrated in the air before it could even hit the hunter.
The hunter stopped moving and it felt like they were having a stare down without him even being able to see this hunter. Truthless Recluse tightened his grip on his staff. Ignoring the painful throb in his fangs that wanted him to lunge forward and devour the hunter. The first real meal he’s had in nearly half a millenium.
He couldn’t.
“Show yourself or else I will bring this mansion down on both of us.” He would. As he is now, he cannot die unless something happens to his heart. Truthless would just regenerate slowly and rebuild his home with the hunter dead beneath it.
A moment passed. The hunter did not reveal themself, most likely trying to call his bluff. So Truthless Recluse diverted his staff and fired a beam of raw magic at one of the supporting pillars to the mansion's foyer.
The creak in the walls around them was terrifying. There was a slight fluctuation in the hunter’s perfect spell in which he hoped was rightful fear. Another moment passed and he got ready to blow another support beam to pieces when finally the hunter lowered their invisibility.
Unfortunately, Truthless Recluse recognized the hunter in front of him. There stood the ‘Sage of Truth’ countless cookies liked to praise and talk about. Only ever heard of and never seen, the only few public appearances the ‘Sage’ gave were during moments of crisis or when he was teaching classes at a local academy. Truthless Recluse gripped his staff tighter. If he was sent here then that meant someone truly wanted him dead.
A king most likely wanting the fame of getting the ‘legendary’ vampire dead, or sent to confirm his death. Yet he had no idea how the Sage managed to get through the barrier. It was completely flawless and the only possible change would be that they shared their magic origin. But that was impossible, they would have to practically be the same soul for that.
“You really don’t hesitate, hmm?~” The Sage spun around his rapier in his hand and Truthless Recluse struggled to keep eye contact. This far away, he hoped that the Sage couldn’t notice that he was looking through his staff primarily. “And here I thought there would be no one alive in here.”
… So they did think him dead. Good. He could never truly tell with the sights that his familiar gave him. That didn’t explain why this hunter was here. The only thing that sprung to mind was his library, but he had locked his most valuable books behind several spells. There was nothing here for the hunter.
Prestige then? To confirm that he was dead and that he could pass the barrier? To steal his knowledge and curse the world with what he kept hidden? Surely that, considering the title the Sage adorned. If that's the case then he would kill this hunter here and now.
Truthless Recluse turned his staff back towards the Sage and fired a shard of Black Magic directly at the Sage’s chest. The hunter launched out of the way before it even got close, skidding across the foyer with a wild look in his eyes.
“Not much of a talker huh? What, are you just an undead ghost now?~ A legendary Vampire reduced to nothingness?~” The Sage’s voice was annoying and grating. Truthless Recluse did not dignify the hunter with a response. One of them would be dead by the end of this and Truthless Recluse saw no point in giving a dead man his condolences.
Black Magic boiled under his flesh and ate away at his regenerating body. Whispers of pain and suffering echoed against his ears, wishing to be unleashed upon this hunter. Wanting to feast upon his bones like it had on the previous hunters foolish enough to seek him out before the barrier was erected.
The Sage reached for his thigh and Truthless Recluse launched a fire ball at his hand. The fool barely managed to escape, his gun scattering across the ground far away from him. Truthless Recluse barely had to glance at it for vines to erupt and engulf the weapon.
He wasn’t surprised that the Sage was covered to the teeth in weapons that weren’t visible. That was the mark of a good hunter, one that knew what he was doing. Despite his gun being disposed of, the Sage barely looked concerned. Instead slowly standing up with his rapier loosely in hand.
Truthless Recluse slowly approached. He kept his staff pointed at the Sage and both of them slowly began to walk parallel to each other. Prey and predator. Vampire and Hunter. Truthless Recluse narrowed his eyes at the Sage who just smiled at him brightly. Like this was just some game to him.
Perhaps it was.
The Sage’s rapier changed into a staff and the Sage slammed the bottom of it to the ground. Tendrils of Dark Moon magic broke through his floor and attempted to grab him. Truthless Recluse threw himself out of the way yet the tendrils continued to follow him.
A few balls of light were enough to dispel the Dark Moon magic. The two of them continued to destroy his foyer, spell after spell were fired. When the Sage realized that using spellcraft would not tire him out, he swapped back to trying to get close to attack. The staff changed back into a rapier intent on piercing his heart.
Truthless Recluse was slowly losing energy. His accelerated regeneration and healing spells were barely enough to keep him going. He had neglected his training for nearly five hundred years now and he’s suffering the consequences now.
BANG
His eyes widened. The Sage had another gun and fired a bullet made of magic straight into his thigh. Truthless Recluse collapsed. The Black Magic eating away at his body sealed off the wound quickly, devouring the magic left over from the bullet. The Sage sighed in mild relief.
“You are one hard thing to get down.~” The Sage was breathing hard, a very thin layer of sweat coated the hunter’s face as he stood there. A moment passed before the Sage slowly walked up to him, never losing eye contact.
Truthless Recluse knelt there and struggled to catch his breath. He had one chance and he needed the Sage to be close for it. He let the hunter approach and think he won. The Sages grip on the gun never faltered, slowly walking up with it still pointed directly at his forehead.
Eventually the Sage got close enough for Truthless Recluse to feel the magic radiating off of him. The muzzle of his gun was nearly pressed flush against his head. It was most likely more of a dominance thing than truly meaning to kill him. Both of them knew that a Vampire’s weakness is their heart.
“Hmm..” The Sage smirked. Very slowly kneeling down to be face to face with Truthless. This close, he could see the Sage’s eyes without aid of his staff. They had a slight sparkly aspect to them. Perhaps due to mana radiation… Though he doubts he’ll be alive long enough to tell. “You’re quite curious. I almost don’t want to kill you.~”
… The Sage had a dagger on his left upper thigh. He had enough strength for a grab and a chance to stab the hunter.
One fluid motion is all it took for the dagger to be in his hand. The Sage’s eyes widened and he pulled back just quick enough that all the damage Truthless Recluse could manage was a cut on his side.
Truthless Recluse collapsed to the floor. The dagger skittered across the floor and blood from the wound he managed to inflict on the Sage fell to the ground near him. He tried to turn his head away. He barely had enough strength to raise a hand to try and cover his mouth and nose. To try desperately to not smell it but…
It was already too late. Its sweet smell had already invaded his senses and demanded his attention. His gaze flickered to that little bit of red on the white floor that stood out like a sore thumb. His fangs throbbed. His mouth watered just looking at it.
“Look at you! Holding yourself back now?~ I’m impressed.” The Sage’s shoes came into view from where Truthless Recluse was staring at the blood. More fell onto the floor as if the Sage was just letting it. Trying to encourage him to act like some dog and lick it up off the ground.
He wouldn’t. It was right there he could. He wouldn’t.
“I heard rumors that you refused to drink blood but I didn’t think it was true.” The Sage walked towards him again. Kneeling in front of him and putting a hand under his chin. Truthless Recluse was forced to look up at that smug bastard’s smile. He watched the Sage discard a glove to the side, tracing the bleeding wound and bringing the blood up to his eyesight. Truthless Recluse couldn’t look away from it. His fangs were throbbing and he wanted to taste it so badly. He couldn’t.
“Now.. In any good duel, the victor gets to ask one thing of the loser.~” The Sage’s blood covered fingers were getting closer to his mouth. Truthless Recluse closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to stop the temptation but the sweet smell was already pulling on instincts he had long buried. “So here’s my ask.~ Drink.”
The Sage’s bloody fingers were pushed into his mouth. Truthless Recluse wanted to be disgusted. He wanted to be revolted, he wanted to pull away. He couldn’t. The sweet taste on his tongue, the ache in his fangs finally being satiated even slightly was addicting.
Slowly, he pulled himself up. Sitting down and licking the Sage’s fingers dutifully. Pushing his tongue between the two digits in his mouth, getting every single drop of blood off of them like a starving man. He practically was.
He couldn’t taste anymore. He raised a shaky hand up to the Sage’s wrist and tried to move his hand so he could get his fingers beneath his fangs, just to get more of this sickenly addictive blood.. Anything more, just to give a little more.
The Sage took away his hand with a soft chuckle. Truthless Recluse was forced to breathe again and slowly opened his eyes. The Sage was staring at him with a light blush on his face. That smug smile hadn’t vanished but changed in a very subtle way. With his vision being what it was, Truthless Recluse couldn’t tell how.
… He needed more. Truthless let his gaze flicker down to the wound still bleeding on the Sage’s side. The Sage must have known. Must have seen where he was looking but he wasn’t stopped. Truthless could feel every bone in his body, every nerve wanting to move forward and lick it clean. Just to get another taste, just to get something more.
Truthless Recluse closed his eyes and tried to pull away, ignoring the fire burning in his body. Ignoring the burning need and want to reach forward and satisfy his urges, his needs. The Sage’s hand tightened on his chin after he turned his head to the side.
“That was barely anything!” The Sage’s voice felt mocking more than benevolent. Truthless was forced to raise his head back to the Sage again. The smell of blood was so strong and tempting. The Sage wasn’t letting him go. He drank what was given to him, surely that would have been enough. “Come on.~ You can do more. Open your eyes for me, pretty thing.”
He opened his eyes slowly, not wanting to listen completely but curiosity was pushing him to look. The Sage’s wrist was in front of his face and taunting him. Even with the open wound in his side, if felt like Truthless Recluse could smell his pulse. The rhythmic beat just beneath the surface. His veins so full of life and…
“I said Drink.” The Sage pushed his wrist to the Recluse’s mouth. Feeling his pulse against his fangs… Truthless couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward and bit onto the Sage’s wrist. Warmth filled his mouth as that addicting taste took over his senses. A hand flew up to hold the Sage’s wrist there, just so he couldn’t escape.
The soft chuckle that he was given for it wasn’t missed. Truthless Recluse didn’t care. He could feel his cold heart beginning to beat again ever so slowly. It wasn’t enough, the craving he had buried and forgotten about crawled up his throat and demanded more and more.
He would occasionally let go of the Sage’s wrist, letting his fangs rest and instead licking the wounds clean and using a minor amount of magic to seal the wounds. When it felt like the Sage had recovered enough, Truthless Recluse bit him again.
Witches below, he could feel his hands again. What an odd feeling after so long of his entire body being cold and numb. The slow thump of his heart in his chest felt so wrong yet so perfectly right. The Sage wasn’t even trying to pull away.
Truthless Recluse rubbed his thighs together ever so slightly. The burning engulfing his body had slowly worked its way to his cunt and breathed life back into it. It’d been so long since he’d been turned on and now it was almost consuming him.
… They couldn’t continue here. If the Sage was so determined to use his blood to give him what he needed…
Using all of his strength, Truthless Recluse let go of the Sage’s wrist. Breathing heavily into it and forcing his hand to pull it away. The Sage tried to fight him, tried to push his wrist back but Truthless Recluse had barely a fraction of his usual strength back. It did not matter how much the Sage tried to fight.
“Pretty little thing…” The Sage’s voice was angry whilst still trying to be ‘nice’. “Who gave you permission to-”
Truthless Recluse stood up. “Enough.” His own voice sounded too scratchy, too foreign. “Come.”
He did not give the Sage a chance to respond, instead pulling him along by the wrist he had just been feeding off of. His legs were easier to move than they had been in ages, not perfect but not like lead weighing him down.
The Sage stumbled behind him for a few steps before the two of them were walking in sync. Years of wandering these halls meant he knew every single turn he needed to make to get to his bedroom. Throwing the door open with a spell was nothing.
The small flinch from the Sage was quite satisfying. It was even more satisfying when he pushed the Sage straight into his bed. Who knows if this is what the Sage came here for, right now Truthless Recluse did not care.
He needed more blood and he would use the Sage to relieve the ache deep in his cunt.
“Pretty thing-”
“Shut up.” Truthless Recluse sat on top of the Sage. He threw off his cloak and robe swiftly, leaving himself only in his leotard. Ever so slowly grinding against the Sage’s clothed erection. So he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed. Good. “You demanded I feast, therefore I will feast.”
Yet despite his forwardness, he hesitated. The Sage was still full clothed and Truthless Recluse would have attempted to respect that if his hips hadn’t stopped listening to him. Grinding down onto the Sage without end. The fire burning in his body was soothed only from the friction against his cunt.
The Sage finally moved, lifting a hand back under Truthless’ chin. “Why are you waiting?~” A single snap of his fingers and the Sage was suddenly unclothed. All of him was exposed and Truthless Recluse’s gaze latched onto the Sage’s neck.
He didn’t wait. Truthless Recluse tore away from the gentle grip the Sage had him in and launched for his shoulder. Every part of his instincts wanted him to latch onto his neck but he needed the Sage alive for longer than ten minutes.
The warmth of blood filling his mouth again was as addicting as it had been previously. Something about this fool’s blood captivated him. It was sweet and filled every corner of his mouth. Truthless made sure to not let a single drop go to waste.
While he fed, the Sage’s hands found purchase on his hips. Guiding them and making it easier to focus on feeding rather than split his attention to continue grinding down. The sweet taste of blood was burning in his mouth and it felt wonderful like this.
One of the Sage’s hands lowered from his hips, trailing forward and down to his still covered cunt. Despite his grinding, the Sage still managed to get underneath his leotard and begin prodding at his entrance with two fingers.
Truthless Recluse forced his hips to come to a stop, trying to give the Sage an easier time accessing his hole. The Sage continued to prod slowly, almost hesitantly, before pushing two fingers inside of him.
He broke away from the Sage’s shoulder long enough to moan. The burning need that had settled inside of him felt like it was finally being satisfied. The Sage’s fingers pushed further inside of him than he could have ever gotten by himself. “You’re taking them so well.~ What a good boy you are!”
… He needed more blood. Truthless Recluse healed over the previous bite and bit right back down instead of acknowledging how the words ‘good boy’ affected him. The Sage’s fingers twitched ever so slightly inside of him but continued to move at a painfully steady pace. It calmed the burning desire well enough.
Truthless still grinded his hips down anyways. The taste of this fool's blood was keeping him addicted and unable to let go for even a moment. It was fueling the burning desire raging inside of him and demanding to have more.
“Stop fingering me and get inside already.” He let go of the Sage’s shoulder long enough to bark out a command. The Sage managed to laugh slightly even with Truthless Recluse latching back onto his neck to draw more blood.
Yet the Sage did not listen. Instead pushed a third finger inside of him and continued to move them slowly. Determined to stretch out his pitifully neglected cunt. Truthless Recluse let him, if only he could continue to taste more of him.
Feeling the warmth slowly come back to his body was such an odd sensation. His heart’s beat was slowly and steadily speeding up with every drop he sucked up. Using his body felt easier, every grind of his hips was easier and easier. Every touch inside of him was slowly more and more noticeable.
Witches below, he couldn’t contain his soft moaning just from the taste of blood on his tongue anymore. He had done so well yet his self control was falling apart the more the Sage toyed with him. Truthless Recluse needed this fool inside of him and now.
“Is my blood that enjoyable for you?~” If the Sage didn’t shut up, Truthless Recluse would riot. “You can have aaalll you want, pretty little thing!”
He reached a hand blindly down to the Sage’s wrist. Forcefully making the Sage pull out his fingers and leaving him painfully empty. The Sage took his hand instead and guided it down to his cock. “Wow.~ You really are needy.”
Truthless Recluse lifted himself up slightly just to get the tip aligned with his entrance. The pressure was painful but it didn’t matter. Not enough for him to even consider stopping. He let go of the Sage’s shoulder with all of the self control he had.
Carefully he hid his face on the Sage’s shoulder, making sure he kept his mouth away from his shoulder. The Sage’s hands slowly found themselves on his hips again, gently massaging and anxious in a way that the foolish hunter didn’t show at all.
“Pretty little thing, you need not force yourself.~” The Sage’s voice was playful and light. Almost as if this was still a joke.
… How dare this fool even suggest that he was forcing himself. Truthless Recluse growled ever so slightly and lowered his hips. His growl changed into that of a whimpered moan the lower he got. The Sage’s grip on his hips tightened and slowly helped him lower.
When their hips finally met again it was pure bliss. Truthless tried to get his breathing back under control but it’d been ages since he last felt this full. Since he last allowed himself the mercy of base desires such as these.
“You did so well, pretty little thing.~” The Sage was whispering into his ear, gently rubbing a circle into his hips with his thumbs. It felt so kind it made him want to cry with the tears he could now cry again. He didn’t. “Such a good boy for me. You can move for me, can’t you?~ Come on, you can!”
This damn fool needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut. Truthless Recluse refused to admit how hearing that made him whine and begin moving. He bit the Sage’s shoulder again just to taste his blood again before he could make a fool out of himself anymore.
It didn’t stop his soft moans and whines but it made him feel better. He lifted himself up and slowly pushed back down over and over again. A slow pace that was slowly beginning to speed up the more of the Sage’s blood that he drank.
“Good boy!” The Sage slowly began to aid him in his movement. Yet Truthless Recluse could feel the way his grip was faltering, the way that the fool was struggling to even lift him. That’s fine, he can move by himself. His body belonged to him again after all of those years. “You must really like my blood…~”
He did, didn’t he? Witches below, he was already mindlessly considering keeping this hunter trapped with him inside the barrier just so he could keep feasting on it. Just so he could keep this lust burning inside of him, just so that he could keep this pleasure coursing through his veins.
… This wasn’t normal for him. He knew that and yet he continued to indulge. Moving his hips faster and reveling in the way that the Sage was practically piercing his cunt and making him mindless. The blood he drank wasn’t helping either, fueling the fire that burned inside of him like a-.....
Like an Aphrodisiac. Witches below, he would kill this hunter later. Right now, he just wanted to cum. Truthless Recluse continued to moan and whine into the Sage’s shoulder as he drank from him.
The pulse of blood beneath his fangs was weakening. Truthless Recluse didn’t want to let go yet, didn’t want to stop tasting this divine drink but he knew he needed to. The Sage was more valuable alive than dead.
Truthless Recluse finally let go of the Sage and let his moans flow freely into the air. Every bounce punched another one out of him. Every bounce got him just that much closer to the peak that the Sage’s blood had been building in him this entire time.
The Sage’s hands had stopped trying to help him move at one point. Most likely too focused on trying to stay awake and listen to his moans. Truthless Recluse wasn’t sure if he should be amused or impressed. He would worry about that later.
He was close. Truthless Recluse hoped that the Sage was as well. He wanted to be filled with the Sage’s cum just like he was with his blood. His heart almost felt like it was beating out of his chest like this. His body felt so light and like it finally belonged to him again.
Truthless Recluse reached a hand down carefully to his clit and began playing with it. A few more bounces and finally he slammed down on the Sage’s cock, moaning as his orgasm crashed into him. Normally he would have been fine but this was the first one he’s had in… half a millenia.
He grinded down onto the Sage through his orgasm, twitching and relishing in the feeling of it. A startled moan fell out of him when the Sage’s hands finally tightened on his hips and the burning warmth of the Sage’s cum filled him.
It was such a different feeling compared to the blood that now flowed through him. A warmth that engulfed his womb and made him shiver. He was very, very grateful that he could no longer get pregnant.
The two of them stayed there like that, pulling themselves back together one breath at a time.
In an act of annoyance, Truthless Recluse pushed the Sage. The hunter didn’t even fight back, simply fell backwards onto his bed and struggled to breathe. Now that his head was clearer… The Sage was shaking, most likely from blood loss.
The foolish hunter could not do anything like this. So Truthless Recluse pulled himself up and off of the Sage. He cringed from the feeling of that fool's cock being pulled out and the cum that spilt out of him from it.
A simple spell cleaned him up. An even simpler spell brought forward clothing from his closet. A nightgown for both him and the Sage. He wasn’t quite sure what the Sage’s size was but… He still got the Sage dressed, even if he mumbled complaints from his half aware state.
Truthless Recluse pulled the Sage up properly into bed. Cuddling against the foolish hunter's chest like a cat. He’ll deal with the fool in the future, when they both woke up. Until then, he will pretend that they have nothing else to be.