[ Even if Mephisto would to reveal himself to be a demon, Reign would still worry about taking too much. Perhaps he should be ordered to drink, rather than hesitate and worry his little mind about the consequences.
The man was really pushing Reign's limits, testing the vampire's will to hold back. A whimper slipped up upon seeing that wide expanse of skin. Unfortunately, vampires had rather good eyesight, and though Reign could make out the faint scars marring the otherwise pristine skin, he didn't comment on it. ]
I've gathered as much. You look the type of man whose presence children are often warned to stay away from. [ Reign's tone was teasing, playful even. But he soon shut up as he leaned back in, running gloved fingers over the spot where he could feel the jugular. Without another word, Reign closed his mouth around the spot, fangs sinking in as he took his fill of Mephisto's blood, even allowing a few muffled moans to slip out. ]
[Oh, he can't help but laugh at that -- it wasn't exactly untrue, but it made him profession back home all the more funny. But his laugh quickly breaks into a gasp instead, groaning as be feels that same pain-turned, pleasure sensation from the bite of Reign's teeth.]
[But he'll be giving Reign plenty of reason to moan soon, pulling of his gloves and tossing them aside before resting his hands on his hips again. Even through his clothing, Reign is sure to feel just how sharp those nails must be as he draws them up along his sides -- not enough to tear through his clothes, but plenty to give him an idea of what he had in mind right now.]
[He's starting to feel it too, after all -- that heat pooling below his waist as his pants start to feel a bit too tight. This isn't what he expected when they decided to make camp here, but boy, he's not going to complain.]
[ Hearing that groan was a nice ego boost for Reign, who took his time drinking compared to being an almost glutton during the first bite. He didn't think blood could taste the heavenly, even if he knew the other wasn't entirely human. It was hard to pin down, but Reign decided not to think too much about it.
He tensed briefly at the feel of sharp claws, hoping that Mephisto wouldn't tear through them just yet and instead allow Reign to remove his clothes. Those were quite expensive, all right? Made of excellent quality and workmanship. Where else was Reign going to find more clothes of his style, especially when he didn't have much local money on him?
Either way, Reign drank some more before pulling back, already having had his fill. No point over gorging himself. A trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth to slid down his chin, the expression he had on his face one that clearly showed how affected he was by Mephisto's blood. His face and neck flushed red, chest heaving as he panted softly. He swallowed before he managed to find his voice. ]
I know we made a deal for this to be a one time offer, but... may I drink from you again in the future? Not often, of course. Just... an occasional snack.
[ Hah, Mephisto being a snack to a vampire. What a tale that will be.
Even though the puncture wound had once again sealed close, Reign pressed a kiss to the spot, as if thanking this stranger for offering something so rare to him. Of course, he was also aware of a particular bulge pressing against his groin, and Reign couldn't help but press closer, grinding their hardness together. ]
[Likewise, by the time Reign pulls back, Mephisto is also looking flushed and breathing heavier. His eyes trail downward as Reign grinds against him, fighting the urge to do so in return as he instead focuses on keeping Reign held close.]
Seeking an arrangement already, hm? Do you always do this sort of thing before even learning a man's name?
[He pulls one hand up to tilt up Reign's face, letting him see and feel those long, dark blue nails of his, seemingly cut into points on the end. #aesthetic.]
Fufu, not that I'm one to talk right now. Mephisto Pheles is my name... and you are?
[ Reign chuckled, a little breathless as he nuzzled against Mephisto's hand, a sheepish smile on his lips. His own gloved hands moved to slide around the other's neck, fingers idly toying with the dark locks. ]
Ahaha, looks like I got carried away—[ A lot. ]—a bit.
[ And ooooooh~ That was a good look on the man. It pleased Reign to know that getting bitten and drunk off had affected Mephisto as well. The name was quite a surprise to Reign, though, and it showed on his face. ]
I'm Reign. Reign Fear. Truth be told, I'm not sure how to feel about meeting a demon. Are you the same one in that Faust folklore, or merely share his name, Mr. Mephistopheles?
Ah, so you're familiar with it! I suppose that saves me a bit of explanation, doesn't it?
[Would it be funnier to let him think he's the actual demon from Faust... probably. Of course, it wouldn't exactly be "folklore" for him if that were the case, but with all the variety between worlds around here, anything was possible!]
[Like a guy like this having a fearsome name like "Reign Fear". Either there's one hell of a backstory there, or his parents had very interesting hopes for his future.]
But if you're going to address me like that, Mr. Pheles would be preferable. It's a bit of a mouthful otherwise.
Mn, well, it does explain the pointy ears and fangs. No offence. Just... surprising in some ways.
[ He said with a sheepish chuckle. It shouldn't be strange, seeing as how they were all brought in from different worlds. If it surprised people that vampires existed, then surely the same applied for demons as well.
If Mephisto were to ask, Reign will just say that his parents had weird naming senses. Actually, almost all vampires in his world had an odd custom when it came to names. Unfortunately though, Reign didn't quite live up to his namesake. ]
Oh, I see. [ So it wasn't just a single name, but split into two parts. And then the sheepish smile turned into a grin. ] Seeing as we're getting more intimately acquainted, can I call you Mephisto instead?
Oh? You say you've earned the right to speak to me so informally? That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?
[Generally speaking, Mephisto was a patient man. But all this talking was doing nothing to satisfy the building pressure in his pants, still aroused from the feeling of Reign's teeth against his neck.]
[He smooths his hands along Reign's waist, reaching behind him to give his ass a squeeze as he finally allows himself to grind back against him.]
Perhaps I should teach you some manners... would you like to play a game? You seem like the sort of person who might enjoy something like this.
[ Reign felt almost chastised as he pouted lightly, if only because he was facing a real demon, one whose powers he had no knowledge of, or the extent of it all. It was frightening, but also rather thrilling. ]
Well, you didn't say I can't speak informally—mnh!
[ He let out a gasp at the feel of Mephisto's hands on his rear, acutely aware of those sharp nails raking through the materials of his pants. His cheeks flushed deeper, fingers digging deeper into the demon's thick hair. ]
Hm, maybe you should. What kind of game are you proposing, Mr. Pheles?
[ The word "Sir", or even "Master", was at the very tip of his tongue, but Reign managed to hold back. No point giving Mephisto that ego boost so early into their play. He grind down, hips shifting and gyrating, doing his best to further stimulate the other. ]
A very important one... you see, it's rather dangerous out here in the wilderness. Even within the safety of our little shelter, it would be unwise to make too much noise.
[He gives his ass another squeeze before moving his hands out to his hips, attempting to hold him in place.]
We need to be absolutely quiet. Now, I don't foresee a problem as far as I'm concerned, but for you... do you think you can manage it?
[ That had Reign glancing around them in a wary manner, almost fearful that one of those wild creatures would suddenly jump out at them from the dark. Mephisto was right. It wasn't just noise, but blood too, despite how quickly the demon heal.
When he felt Mephisto's hands at his hips, Reign stopped, his attention returning back to the demon. ]
Mn... I don't think I'll have any trouble keeping quiet. [ Maybe. ] If I made any sound, are you going to dole out your punishment by gagging me? [ Oh, this was starting to get fun, the thought of having to stay silent making him giddy with want and arousal. ]
[And then Reign had plenty of trouble being quiet and they banged until dawn, where Mephisto left him to wake up alone. Sorry he doesn't stick around to cuddle, try not to get eaten by a bear, etc etc.]
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The man was really pushing Reign's limits, testing the vampire's will to hold back. A whimper slipped up upon seeing that wide expanse of skin. Unfortunately, vampires had rather good eyesight, and though Reign could make out the faint scars marring the otherwise pristine skin, he didn't comment on it. ]
I've gathered as much. You look the type of man whose presence children are often warned to stay away from. [ Reign's tone was teasing, playful even. But he soon shut up as he leaned back in, running gloved fingers over the spot where he could feel the jugular. Without another word, Reign closed his mouth around the spot, fangs sinking in as he took his fill of Mephisto's blood, even allowing a few muffled moans to slip out. ]
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[But he'll be giving Reign plenty of reason to moan soon, pulling of his gloves and tossing them aside before resting his hands on his hips again. Even through his clothing, Reign is sure to feel just how sharp those nails must be as he draws them up along his sides -- not enough to tear through his clothes, but plenty to give him an idea of what he had in mind right now.]
[He's starting to feel it too, after all -- that heat pooling below his waist as his pants start to feel a bit too tight. This isn't what he expected when they decided to make camp here, but boy, he's not going to complain.]
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He tensed briefly at the feel of sharp claws, hoping that Mephisto wouldn't tear through them just yet and instead allow Reign to remove his clothes. Those were quite expensive, all right? Made of excellent quality and workmanship. Where else was Reign going to find more clothes of his style, especially when he didn't have much local money on him?
Either way, Reign drank some more before pulling back, already having had his fill. No point over gorging himself. A trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth to slid down his chin, the expression he had on his face one that clearly showed how affected he was by Mephisto's blood. His face and neck flushed red, chest heaving as he panted softly. He swallowed before he managed to find his voice. ]
I know we made a deal for this to be a one time offer, but... may I drink from you again in the future? Not often, of course. Just... an occasional snack.
[ Hah, Mephisto being a snack to a vampire. What a tale that will be.
Even though the puncture wound had once again sealed close, Reign pressed a kiss to the spot, as if thanking this stranger for offering something so rare to him. Of course, he was also aware of a particular bulge pressing against his groin, and Reign couldn't help but press closer, grinding their hardness together. ]
Am I now in your debt? Mr...?
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Seeking an arrangement already, hm? Do you always do this sort of thing before even learning a man's name?
[He pulls one hand up to tilt up Reign's face, letting him see and feel those long, dark blue nails of his, seemingly cut into points on the end. #aesthetic.]
Fufu, not that I'm one to talk right now. Mephisto Pheles is my name... and you are?
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Ahaha, looks like I got carried away—[ A lot. ]—a bit.
[ And ooooooh~ That was a good look on the man. It pleased Reign to know that getting bitten and drunk off had affected Mephisto as well. The name was quite a surprise to Reign, though, and it showed on his face. ]
I'm Reign. Reign Fear. Truth be told, I'm not sure how to feel about meeting a demon. Are you the same one in that Faust folklore, or merely share his name, Mr. Mephistopheles?
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[Would it be funnier to let him think he's the actual demon from Faust... probably. Of course, it wouldn't exactly be "folklore" for him if that were the case, but with all the variety between worlds around here, anything was possible!]
[Like a guy like this having a fearsome name like "Reign Fear". Either there's one hell of a backstory there, or his parents had very interesting hopes for his future.]
But if you're going to address me like that, Mr. Pheles would be preferable. It's a bit of a mouthful otherwise.
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[ He said with a sheepish chuckle. It shouldn't be strange, seeing as how they were all brought in from different worlds. If it surprised people that vampires existed, then surely the same applied for demons as well.
If Mephisto were to ask, Reign will just say that his parents had weird naming senses. Actually, almost all vampires in his world had an odd custom when it came to names. Unfortunately though, Reign didn't quite live up to his namesake. ]
Oh, I see. [ So it wasn't just a single name, but split into two parts. And then the sheepish smile turned into a grin. ] Seeing as we're getting more intimately acquainted, can I call you Mephisto instead?
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[Generally speaking, Mephisto was a patient man. But all this talking was doing nothing to satisfy the building pressure in his pants, still aroused from the feeling of Reign's teeth against his neck.]
[He smooths his hands along Reign's waist, reaching behind him to give his ass a squeeze as he finally allows himself to grind back against him.]
Perhaps I should teach you some manners... would you like to play a game? You seem like the sort of person who might enjoy something like this.
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Well, you didn't say I can't speak informally—mnh!
[ He let out a gasp at the feel of Mephisto's hands on his rear, acutely aware of those sharp nails raking through the materials of his pants. His cheeks flushed deeper, fingers digging deeper into the demon's thick hair. ]
Hm, maybe you should. What kind of game are you proposing, Mr. Pheles?
[ The word "Sir", or even "Master", was at the very tip of his tongue, but Reign managed to hold back. No point giving Mephisto that ego boost so early into their play. He grind down, hips shifting and gyrating, doing his best to further stimulate the other. ]
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[He gives his ass another squeeze before moving his hands out to his hips, attempting to hold him in place.]
We need to be absolutely quiet. Now, I don't foresee a problem as far as I'm concerned, but for you... do you think you can manage it?
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When he felt Mephisto's hands at his hips, Reign stopped, his attention returning back to the demon. ]
Mn... I don't think I'll have any trouble keeping quiet. [ Maybe. ] If I made any sound, are you going to dole out your punishment by gagging me? [ Oh, this was starting to get fun, the thought of having to stay silent making him giddy with want and arousal. ]
/wraps this up