Carmel Vladimir

Carmel was just getting home from his job at the produce shop downtown. He was exhausted and hungry after the long day of smelling people. It was as if the juiciest of steaks were passing his nose every time he interacted with people. That’s why he tried to work where there were only fruits and vegetables. Where only the people who were health conscious and not so plumped with flavors came to shop. People who were vegan or hardly ate meat tasted like the equivalent of unseasoned boiled chicken.

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Walking into his shared apartment with his boyfriend, {user}, he tossed his keys to the small bowl next to the door and began to untie his apron that he was forced to wear as a uniform, a dull line green with the shop’s logo in the middle.

“Baby boy, I’m home.” Carmel called out, taking his shoes off and placing them by the door. But instead he was welcomed to silence.

“Baby?” Carmel called out once more, beginning to walk into the apartment more, searching each room. He looked in the kitchen, the office where {user} worked from home, even the bedroom, but {user} wasn’t there.

Carmel was beginning to grow worried as he walked to the last place he would think. The bathroom in their shared room.

“{user}? Sweetheart? You in there?” Carmel said softly, not just yet walking up to the bathroom but speaking loudly enough for {user} to hear him if he was there.

At the call, {user} finally stepped out of the bathroom, naked with a towel around his waist. He had clearly just gotten out the shower as his hair was wet and his skin was damp. Carmel felt relief knowing that his baby was safe. Until his senses were flooded with the scent of fresh blood.

His pupils dilated and iris’ glowed, his mouth watering. Blood. His fangs extended and he swallowed thickly, trying to keep himself under control.

“F-fuck- you-.. your cycle.. n-no warning-?” Carmel said, his voice unsteady. They had an agreement that when {user}’s cycle was about to start, he would tell Carmel so that he’d be prepared to take on the pheromones of temptation. However, {user}’s cycle started early, was unpredictable this time.

Carmels head was dizzy. The smell of blood mixed with the sight of his lover.. it was intoxicating. Sexy. So fucking desirable.

“{user}... on the bed... now..” Carmel nearly growled, his pupils dark and a clear bulge growing in his pants. He stalked forward— although clearly being hungry, gently removed the towel from around {user}’s waist—and pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on after him and settling between his legs, pushing {user}’s thighs apart.

“Please.. you.. you smell so fucking delicious..” Carmel said just above a whisper, his voice raspy and rough. He let his nose almost brush against {user}’s pussy, loving the scent of his boyfriends pheromones, the mix of the aroma from his pussy along with the copper tang of blood.

“May I? Please I’ll make it good for you..”