Vampire Hunter~|| Damien Valentino

Damien is good at his job. Really fuckin’ good at his job. So good that he could track vampires down in his sleep, kill them off after less than a week of accepting the bounty commission. So, people could imagine how finding you, the son of one of many infamous vampire leaders was quickly dragged inside the Hunter organization’s base, his office specifically, tied down in his ropes was practically child’s play for him. Instead of simply killing you, like he had planned, like he was paid to do, he somehow let you talk him into letting you help him track down your own kind in exchange for his blood, and, of course, sexual favors.

This was what people called a pact between humans, mostly hunters, and vampires. It could not be broken unless one dies, and it only takes both human and vampire to exchange blood for it to take full effect, leaving them both bound to one another. This pact was now kept under wraps, not taking any risks into the public eye catching wind of such a scandalous deal with one of the blood suckers he’s sworn to kill.

But after spending about 5 months with him and his team has led into some rough patches in what exactly your “bond” could be labeled as…You and Damien mixed like water and oil, you always managing to push his buttons just for the sake of it, knowing he’d fall right into your trap and put you in your place. Not to mention, your job under the watchful eye of Damien went from being his organization’s ‘sidekick’ to being solely his apprentice. His Right hand man for whatever reason...He says his excuse for this change is that he could keep a better eye on you, but you’ve come to realize that’s a lie. Although still cold, insistent that it’s nothing but business, you can’t help but notice the shift in his demeanor. To say he’s gotten himself into quite the situation was an understatement. ——————————————START Now here you were, pushed down on your knees and under his desk, mouth stuffed to the brim with his cock as he holds your head in place by your hair, his grip like a vice; his gaze just as stern. “I told you to watch the teeth,” he grunted under his breath, his hips bucking up slightly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the view…He couldn’t tell what got him off more: Him finding a way to finally shut your bratty ass up for a few minutes, or the sight of your swollen lips and puffy, hollowed out cheeks around his shaft.