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Vampires were, for all intents and purposes, dead. Asleep, they would be indistinguishable from a corpse. They have no heartbeat and thus vary from room temperature to abnormally cold; they are massively still, having no need to draw breath or fidget; you will never see one sneeze or wipe sweat from their brow. All of these things are reserved for the human condition.
It made sense that the biological functions of secondary sexes would be halted, as well.
Vampires lost all aspects of their designation upon transformation. Similar to pretty much everything else Guillermo would come to learn about vampires, this seemed like a bonus. Another reason why becoming a vampire was the answer to all his problems and worth the manual labor. Guillermo didn’t feel this way because of internalized sexism or childhood trauma—at least, not to a considerable extent. For whatever reason, his bullies were more apt to poke fun at his weight or questionable proclivities. Ah, and ethnicity. . . But that kind of goes without saying.
Guillermo being an omega was only inconvenient because of the heat cycles, really. Sure, he attracted some unwanted attention once and a while, but after starting to work for Nandor that became an advantage. The easiest way to lure someone to the house, he learned, was with the promise of sex. Unfortunately, most alphas that wanted to follow him home were far from virgins.
Being surrounded by the supernatural and even farther removed from regular life than he was at nineteen meant he socialized with other humans less and less frequently. Guillermo’s status as an omega was one of the only things his vampires never used to belittle him. It mattered less and less as the years passed. It seemed like the household had forgotten that pesky facet of humanity.
If it weren’t for the heat suppressants Guillermo had to continuously gulp down, he would forget too.
A grueling seven years pass without incident or even mention of his secondary sex. Guillermo’s craftiness and diligence are what make him an exceptional familiar, after all. He uses these qualities to source food for his master and source heat suppressants alike.
It isn’t necessarily healthy to deny your heats for so long, so consistently, and with varying doses, but it isn’t healthy to live off junk food and caffeine, either. Guillermo’s lifestyle isn’t healthy full stop, so it doesn’t bother him much. It won’t matter when he’s a vampire, anyway.
Guillermo has opted to take his daily suppressants during the day since he has no reliable schedule at night. He’s wherever his master wants him, whether that be in his crypt polishing Nandor’s weapons or trailing after the vampire at CVS. And there’s no way Nandor would understand why Guillermo must stop what he’s doing and swallow a pill. He can hear how that would go without using much imagination—“Guillermo,” Nandor drawls slowly, gently admonishing his familiar in a tone that indicates he doesn’t think Guillermo is very bright. “Your pebbles are smooth and very pretty, but you shouldn’t be swallowing them.”
It isn’t that Nandor wants him to actively suffer, it’s only that he is largely ignorant of Guillermo’s needs. Which is fine, really. It’s Guillermo’s job to take care of Nandor, not the other way around. They will have lots of laughs about his time as a familiar when Guillermo has officially joined them in the shadows.
As unrealistic as it is to expect himself to never slip up, or never face sabotage, Guillermo is still massively frustrated with himself when it happens.
Guillermo is exhausted to begin with on this fateful day, anxious to finish his daytime chores and maybe order a pizza before passing out on his lumpy mattress. He’s finished the hardest tasks already, leaving only some light dusting of the places he can reach without Nandor’s assistance. Stomach growling, Guillermo decides to treat himself to Italian delivery that should arrive by the time he finishes.
Despite his resolve, Guillermo’s eyes begin to droop and his grip on the duster grows weaker as he appreciates the gentle creaking of the old house. . . It’s so peaceful. . . Serene. . .
“Well, howdy!”
Guillermo jolts, squealing in surprise when he spins around to find Colin Robinson lurking in the fancy room. “Ah!”
With a snide smile, Colin Robinson shoves his hands in his pockets and saunters into the room. “Don’t get too excited, little guy. Actually, I take that back. Some feminine shrieking in the middle of the day would be the perfect way to wake up my roomies.”
Colin Robinson usually isn’t back until later, after his work day ends. Guillermo still doesn’t know what the energy vampire does for a living, though. Some kind of office job? He wonders why he’s back so early in the afternoon.
“I bet you’re wondering why I’m back so early in the afternoon.”
Guillermo has been here long enough to understand talking to Colin Robinson is not dissimilar to walking up to Lazlo with a bloody gash slashed across his skin. It’s merely an invitation to feed. Already his sore feet are tempted to give out. The trick is to ignore whatever Colin Robinson is saying. It isn’t terribly difficult to do so, especially if you aren’t involved with or interested in what he’s saying.
The energy vampire’s monotonous speaking is interrupted by the soft beeping of Guillermo’s watch. Colin Robinson watches with a perked demeanor as Guillermo fishes a container out of his pocket and fiddles with the lid.
“Omega, right?”
The question catches Guillermo off-guard, despite the situation. He may be handling a bottle of heat suppressants this very moment, but it’s been so long since he’s been asked that question or anything related to his secondary sex. He has never even heard a vampire speak of designations. All of this captures his attention, which is exactly what an energy vampire needs.
Guillermo forgets about his medication for a moment, lightly hitting the bottle against the handle of the duster as he shyly addresses Colin Robinson. “Yeah,” he says. “I - I didn’t think vampires remembered that sort of stuff.”
“Regular vampires, sure.” Colin Robinson turns away to hide the dull flash of his eyes, not wanting to lose the fish by reeling too hard now that he’s hooked it. “Not energy vampires. We don’t have heats or ruts or whatever nasty sex stuff you sticky humans participate in, but as Sir Francis Bacon once said, knowledge is power.” He shoots him a smug smile before the quirk of his lips fades into a patronizing glower. “We’re also around humans, like, all the time.”
If Colin Robinson’s judgmental expression wasn’t enough, Guillermo would feel foolish regardless. Of course energy vampires are aware of secondary sexes, as they hoard information to use for feeding. Colin Robinson in particular seems to be obsessed with learning about human bodily functions, if his monthly magazine subscriptions are anything to go by. And inappropriate questions about Guillermo’s bathroom breaks. Maybe that applies to all energy vampires or maybe that is simply one of Colin Robinson’s idiosyncrasies.
“Seems to me you ‘omas get the short end of the stick in life. Heh.” Colin Robinson wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m sure you’d prefer getting the long end, if you know what I mean.”
Guillermo yawns before grimacing. He shoves the suppressants back into his pocket, finding his grip less trustworthy than usual. The familiar attempts to finish cleaning only to be pulled back into the conversation with a direct question.
“What’re you taking to prevent your heats? Suppressant abuse can cause serious health issues later in life.”
“What’ver I can get my hands on,” Guillermo murmurs, leaning back into a bookshelf.
Colin Robinson watches as the feather duster slips out of the familiar’s fingers. He continues to prattle on about heat suppressors long after poor Guillermo has been reduced to a soft, snoring puddle on the floor.
Guillermo returns to the waking world to the sound of his watch beeping. The alarm signifies it is time to wake up his master and prepare him for the night. Guillermo does not immediately remember Colin Robinson draining him since this is not the first time Guillermo has fallen asleep somewhere random, unfortunately. He is focused on making himself somewhat presentable and mentally preparing for whatever mood Nandor is in before entering the crypt.
It isn’t until many hours later, closer to dawn than dusk, that Guillermo realizes he has forgotten to take his heat suppressants. Nandor, of all people, causes him to remember Colin Robinson’s interception.
“Guillermo? What is the meaning of all this rattling in your pockets?” Nandor huffs unhappily as they walk back home from hunting. The vampire is not really upset, in spite of his tone. Guillermo has worked for him long enough to realize that Nandor likes to give him a hard time, for some unknown reason. He would speak with more unbridled cruelty—or petulant whining—if something was actually getting on his nerves. And Nandor would have definitely batted home instead of choosing to walk with him. “It is very irritating.”
Guillermo frowns, trying to think of what Nandor could possibly be referring to when it suddenly hits him. He tugs his heat suppressants out of his pocket and glares at them in betrayal. Seven years without missing a single day. Surely that’s an admirable record, but it doesn’t mean much at this point in time. He missed a day, meaning that taking them now wouldn’t do anything but make him vaguely nauseous. He’ll go into heat within the next two days, assuming everything is still working correctly.
A cold finger poking his forehead brings Guillermo back to the present moment. “Tap, tap, tap. Guillermo, are you having a serious thought? It is not good for my digestion for you to be ignoring me.”
Guillermo’s eyelashes flutter rapidly before he settles his gaze on Nandor. The vampire has lowered his arm but remains within touching distance. The view provides a momentary distraction from Guillermo’s despair. The need to sketch his master strikes him most potently during these unassuming displays of his effortless beauty. Nandor is a vampire fetishist’s wet dream as he looms over his familiar, the harsh light of the street lamp overhead casting an ominous shadow on his regal bone structure. His mouth has been wiped mostly clean of blood, courtesy of Guillermo, but splotches of red stain the surrounding skin as if he had been drinking Kool-Aid. He smells faintly of argan oil and pennies. This close, Guillermo is able to admire the uncharacteristic flush of his complexion and predatory black eyes, both a result of his recent meal.
Guillermo’s heart rate has sped up at their proximity. He unconsciously swivels his hips as blood rushes to his face and genitals. He’d blame his heat cycle, but Guillermo would have this response regardless of hormones.
Nandor frowns for a split second before plastering a solemn look on his face. “I see. I turned your frail rabbit brain to soup with my ferocious display of hunger,” the vampire concludes. He gives a put-upon sigh, reaching out to awkwardly flick some of Guillermo’s curls. For someone who jumps at every opportunity to state he holds no affection whatsoever for his familiar, he sure demands Guillermo’s companionship a lot; and when he is in especially good spirits (and no one else is around) touches Guillermo a lot. “There is no need to be afraid, little one. As long as you continue to make yourself useful, I will not partake in your delicious virgin blood.”
Don’t threaten me with a good time, Guillermo thinks reproachfully. No wonder his love life is virtually nonexistent. He thinks I’m afraid right now! Guillermo worried for years that the vampires had the ability to smell his arousal. Apparently not.
“While you are very scary and ferocious, master,” Guillermo begins, complimenting him in an effort to preserve his playful mood. And to see the goofy bastard preen like a peacock. “That’s not what I’m worried about. It’s my, um. . ." He looks away, not sure where to start his explanation. Nandor will need to know eventually. Right? Well. Maybe this heat cycle won’t be too intense to disrupt his familiar duties? Some omegas are still able to work from home during their heats. Others are more or less bed bound for a week, but perhaps Guillermo’s body won’t be capable of a full-blown ovulation? His lifestyle and daily stressors have probably damaged his reproductive cycle to some extent.
Nandor orients his body back to the direction they were walking a few minutes ago. He’s visibly bored. Guillermo mindlessly stuffs a spare tissue into the bottle of suppressants as to stifle the noise before putting them away. He resolves to see how he’s feeling in a day or two before making an attempt to properly explain what is about to happen.
“It’s not important,” Guillermo finishes sheepishly.
“Yes, most likely.” They continue their journey home.
The next day, Guillermo feels mostly normal. He’s almost optimistic he won’t go into heat at all! Almost. The tell-tale signs begin to show forty-eight hours after he missed his regular dose. Guillermo doesn’t feel, well, outrageously horny, but he’s sweating more than usual and finding it hard to concentrate as he cleans the basement cell. It’s due to be filled with new victims. Guillermo knows he should take care of this soon and decides to have Nandor help him incapacitate some guests later.
Guillermo has been saving a reclusive beta that he befriended through a past victim for a rainy day. He managed to endear himself to them using the disappearance of their so-called mutual friend and shared love of roleplaying. Sure enough, a few messages to the girl and she’s down to come over. Successful hunts like this make Guillermo feel like a real vampire, lulling innocent people into a false sense of security before making the killing blow.
One new victim isn’t very impressive, though, even if Guillermo has a valid excuse to be off his game. He can’t pretend he isn’t going into heat any longer.
Huh. Well, when life gives you lemons. . .
Hopeful to find a virgin alpha for his vampires, Guillermo chooses to loiter around a gym just on the cusp of a college campus. Getting here racked up a hefty taxi fee, but it will be worth it if this endeavor is fruitful.
Forgoing his heat for so long has made Guillermo forget how powerful pheromones are. He hasn’t been sitting for fifteen minutes before a lanky gym-goer joins him on a bench. The way he gravitated to Guillermo makes him feel like less of a vampire and more like a siren. Guillermo looks at him with a coy smile, scanning him from top to bottom. He seems in reasonable shape but unfamiliar with the idea of grooming or skincare.
A few minutes of conversation prove the alpha to be socially awkward and a bit too pushy. Perfect.
“Evan,” Guillermo hums. “I know this is a little rushed, but I like you so much already. I’m going into heat soon and I could really use some, ah, assistance.” A few seconds of silence pass, so Guillermo pulls out the big guns. “I can tell you aren’t like other alphas. . .”
Evan preens, but it isn’t nearly as charming as when Nandor does it. “You don’t say? Well, 'oma, this must be your lucky week. Mine or yours?”
It’s nightfall by the time Guillermo and Evan reach the vampire residence, but only just. The beta from online should be here any minute. Procuring victims from different places using different lies at the same time is always risky, but nothing Guillermo can’t handle.
Lazlo and Nadja are not awake yet, which makes the process easier for many different reasons. Guillermo sheds his jacket as they enter the foyer, feeling like has just completed a marathon. His underwear feels damper than usual and, yeah, the horniness is steadily rising. He’s tempted to lose his sweater, which would be rather indecent of him. Guillermo imagines what the vampires would say if he gallivanted about the house with exposed ankles. Sadly, if anyone at all propositioned him, it would be Lazlo. And that’s only because anything can get him hard.
“I haven’t nested yet,” Guillermo tells Evan, making up a plan as he speaks. “How about I show you to one of the bathrooms so you can clean up while I get everything ready for us?”
Evan’s face twists into an ugly scowl. “What, do you think I smell bad or something?”
Guillermo is convinced this scrawny alpha must be bluffing about his sexual prowess. Who could put up with his attitude long enough for him to lose his virginity?
“Of course not,” Guillermo lies. Evan smells like he’s been rolling around in sun-baked garbage. “I’m just, um, into the whole bathing thing?”
Mentioning a fetish, ambiguous or not, sweetens Evan’s attitude enough to get him in the upstairs bathroom. Guillermo chats with him as minimally as possible, narrowly avoiding a groping hand before leaving Evan to freshen up. He discreetly locks the door from the outside, trapping the pimply alpha inside without his knowledge.
Guillermo is delighted to see Gina, the beta he invited, outside when he goes to check. Regrettably, she is much more likable. It’s harder to doom the likable ones, but not by much.
“Oh, man,” Gina says with concern. “You’re. . . Are you feeling okay? You’re burning up.” She touches the back of her hand to his forehead.
Allowing himself a few sluggish blinks, Guillermo assures her that he is feeling just fine. Gina is more worried than suspicious. He must look a mess. “But. . . I keep the ice packs in the deep freeze downstairs, do you mind coming down there to grab one with me?”
Gina nods. “Of course! Right—“ She cuts herself off as Lazlo begins making his way down the stairs in front of them. Lazlo is dressed for the night and pauses on one of the steps to consider the two of them.
“Ah, having a guest over, are we?” the vampire remarks, staring hungrily at Gina. Gina shifts her weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable.
“Yes, I was just going to take her down to the basement.” Guillermo pats Gina on the back in an attempt to put her at ease. He tries to continue the ruse, saying, “Would you—“
Suddenly, Nadja has appeared in the foyer next to them. Gina screams at her arrival, which is probably a reasonable reaction to someone appearing out of thin air. To be fair, Guillermo didn’t even notice her bat down.
“Oh, why wait!” Nadja proclaims with a mischievous laugh before grabbing Gina by the shoulders and biting the squirming woman’s neck. Guillermo manages to avoid getting sprayed with blood despite being located in what he would call the splash zone.
Lazlo approaches his wife with a good-natured laugh as Guillermo shuffles away. The familiar would be lamenting the future task of cleaning up the spilled blood if he wasn’t so distracted by the ache between his thighs. Guillermo can hear the two vampires conversing, as well as Gina’s wet rasping, but any meaning behind their words escape him. He hopes Evan didn’t hear the screaming.
Pleased with having fed Nadja and Lazlo for the night, Guillermo makes his way to Nandor’s crypt. He begins lighting candles, finding it more tedious to accomplish with an unsteady, sweaty hand. Putting together Nandor’s outfit seems an impossible feat with his mind so fuzzy, so Guillermo cheats by fetching an ensemble Nandor wears often.
Guillermo stands beside the coffin for a moment, ready to softly call out to Nandor, when the grooves of the wood derail his thoughts. The wood is old and not as smooth as you’d think by looking at it, but the thought of slowly humping his mound against those divots and edges. . . Guillermo moans aloud before slamming both hands over his mouth. He checks his watch, noticing he has about five minutes before Nandor is meant to rise. Could he. . .
Puttering over to the little stool with desperate breaths, Guillermo carefully straddles the coffin. Surely it wouldn’t be too disrespectful as long as he kept his slacks on. Yeah. It’s not like he’s doing this naked or anything crazy.
Guillermo suppresses a whimper as he positions the ornate carvings of the coffin under his clothed pussy. Just pressing up against the unyielding wood feels good. He gives an experimental jerk of his hips and moans again. Oh, wow. This was a brilliant idea. Guillermo forces himself to grind slowly and keep quiet, not too far out of his head to throw caution to the wind completely. The effort of restraining himself seems less and less worth it as he pleasures himself.
The coffin creaks somewhat as Guillermo rides it, but not so loudly as to wake Nandor. Presumably.
He’ll need to change his underwear after waking Nandor. Guillermo can feel how soaked he has become as he humps, relishing in how the sensation provides some relief to his tender clit. The yawning emptiness hasn’t hit him yet, but it’s only a matter of time before external stimulation isn’t enough. For now, Guillermo enjoys the relief.
Guillermo moans, using the hand he isn’t grounding himself with to stroke the center of the coffin longingly. Nandor is mere inches underneath him, sleeping peacefully. . . The knowledge makes Guillermo feel very dirty and very insolent. It hedges into morally dubious territory to be doing something like this, but the familiar has killed people, so. . .
Leaning down, Guillermo stares as if he can see his master through the wood. “Mm,” he whines, seeing a puddle of drool pool in front of him. Huh. When did that happen? “Master, master,” Guillermo whimpers quietly. “It feels so good, ah. . .”
Guillermo is sobered by the beeping of his watch. He stops his desperate grinding and scrambles to turn of the alarm. The sweat on his fingers make this take longer than usual.
Nandor calls out softly from beneath him. “Mmm,” he sighs, voice groggy but melodious as always. “Guillermo?”
Any person who asserts that omegas are nothing more than thoughtful sluts with insatiable holes deserve nothing but the worst. But. Guillermo simply can’t help the thrust of his hips as Nandor speaks to him. “Oh, yes. . . Good evening, m-master,” Guillermo tries to keep his voice steady, reluctant to move from his spot. “Um, give me a moment to finish lighting the - the candles.” He stuffs his fist in his mouth to muffle his guilty cries of pleasure as he humps the lip of the coffin.
Nandor yawns loudly, which is close enough to a moan that it spurs on Guillermo’s hips. “You should have been finished with the candles by now. Very poor start to the night, you naughty rascal,” the vampire reprimands, ignorant to the effect of his words.
Naughty, yes. Guillermo gasps in pleasure, clit pulsing. He’s so fucking close. Close enough that the fear of discovery is not on the forefront of his mind. “I’m sorry, master, so sorry,” the familiar babbles as he chases his fast approaching orgasm. “I’m so naughty.”
Nandor is quiet for a moment before scoffing. “Yeesh, Guillermo, all this apologizing. Just finish up so I may disembark from my coffin.” If he detected any pleasure in Guillermo’s tone, he doesn’t show it.
“Mhm, I’m so close!” Guillermo squeals breathlessly. He fights the urge to dig his nails into the coffin, focusing on the delicious sensation of his sopping mound grounding against Nandor’s coffin, his master’s place of rest. His hips are moving faster now, not shaking the coffin but able to be perceived from the inside.
Guillermo feels Nandor push up the lid as if to check for resistance, heart caught in his throat. But he’s so close! He just needs another minute, then he’ll be able to focus for the rest of the night.
“Guillermo, are you sitting on my coffin?” Nandor asks. You can tell by the tone of his voice he’s smiling. Guillermo would have a ball obsessing over this if he weren’t so desperate to come. “It feels like you are sitting on it.”
With a shaky gasp, Guillermo finally reaches his peak, coming in his slacks from wildly humping Nandor’s coffin. His mind is less foggy in light of his orgasm and Guillermo realizes what he’s just done. Even if Nandor never finds out, what the fuck was that!
He urgently climbs down, not bothering to do anything besides push up his foggy glasses before opening the coffin. Nandor surges up cheerfully, unaware of what just transpired in his own quarters.
Guillermo wipes his hands on his slacks before taking a step back and helping Nandor down. The grip of the vampire’s cold hand feels like a salve on his burning skin.
“Master, I need to talk to you about something important. . .” Guillermo turns to retrieve Nandor’s clothes, silently thanking the universe that he won’t have to undress his master tonight. Nandor chose to wear his underclothes to sleep, meaning he just needs a few more layers.
At Guillermo’s words, Nandor’s impish smile disappears and his shoulders stiffen. “Eh. . . Perhaps after I eat. Yes, let us do the talking later, Guillermo.”
“But—“
“Do not be talking back! You are behaving very poorly, little one.”
An acute wave of shame cascades over Guillermo’s being. Tears prickle his eyes. He feels like the worse familiar to ever serve, good for nothing. A bad, bad omega—
Ah. This is exactly why they need to talk! Guillermo shakes his head and resigns to doing as Nandor asks. He is stronger than his nature. He can get through tonight. This is only the beginning!
As Guillermo dresses Nandor, he explains the meal waiting for him in the bathroom. Evan has probably tried the door by now and realized he’s been shut in. Hopefully he’s put his clothes back on, not that it will matter much to Nandor.
Nandor must think he has been unruly enough to be unworthy of a kind word because he offers no praise to Guillermo for essentially Doordashing him a few liters of fresh blood. Guillermo shrinks into himself, feeling useless and rejected. He’s had a crush on Nandor since the beginning of their deal, so it’s no surprise that his body has decided this is the alpha he wants to share his heat with. Apparently it doesn’t matter that Nandor isn’t exuding heady alpha pheromones.
Guillermo’s blood runs cold as he watches Nandor curiously consider the mysterious sheen of fluid on his coffin. The vampire swipes his fingers along the soiled wood while Guillermo’s poor heart thunders dangerously in his chest. He didn’t realize his slick had seeped through his slacks as the fabric is dark enough for it to not be completely obvious.
He’s going to fucking kill me. Guillermo’s libido momentarily plummets as he waits for Nandor’s reaction.
Bringing the sticky fluid to his nose, Nandor frowns in confusion. “What the shit?” He smells Guillermo’s slick tentatively, making the omega’s groin burn once again with desire.
Nandor’s smelling my cum, holy shit. It’s all over his hand. Fuck.
“Guillermo, what the fuck is this? Are you not cleaning now?” Nandor thoughtlessly wipes the mess on his cloak. It’s not like he’ll be the one cleaning it. “This is unacceptable. I am giving you one demerit. Clean this shit up. When I return from my breakfast, you will be cleaning up the blood and polishing my boots. Fucking guy.” The vampire looks at Guillermo with disappointment as he stomps out of his crypt.
Earning a demerit in this condition is a legitimate blow to his ego. Guillermo feels as Nadja would say, like a pathetic mushy baby. Disappointing Nandor causes him visceral pain, he can’t afford to dwell on whether he deserves it or not. The heat is making everything confusing. . .
Guillermo knows he must clean his release off the coffin, and he’s still uncomfortably hot, so he pulls off his sweater to use as a rag. He wouldn’t normally dream of using one of his clothes to clean up anything, but the idea of finding a proper rag seems impossible. Guillermo cleans up as best as he’s able to, more shameful than horny.
As if Guillermo’s insubordination wasn’t bad enough, he doesn’t even have a nest to present to Nandor! Tears run down Guillermo’s flushed cheeks as he looks around the room. There aren’t many things to choose from, but proving himself worthy of carrying Nandor’s young shouldn’t be an easy task, anyway.
Guillermo reluctantly opens the coffin, thinking about how cozy it’s always looked inside. This would be perfect! It’s a small and safe space for him to conceive. Now. . . He only needs a few blankets and a pillow or two to make it perfect.
Going off instinct alone, Guillermo’s hormone-riddled mind beckons him to snatch some soft throws from Nandor’s reading chairs. He gathers as many creature comforts deemed necessary before climbing in the coffin himself. Guillermo giggles, rolling around in the open casket. It smells so good, like Nandor, like alpha. . .
When Nandor returns from feeding, he will surely see Guillermo’s impressive nest and mate with him promptly. Yes, and he will soothe the awful emptiness in his core. Guillermo shoves his fingers down his slacks and mewls.
“Guillermo! What is the meaning of this!”
Guillermo opens his eyes to find his alpha peering down at him with wide eyes, mouth smeared with dark blood and curled into a confused grimace that shows off his hooked fangs. He looks somewhat offended but mostly appalled. Guillermo bashfully removes his wet fingers and bats his eyes at Nandor.
“Alpha, please take me. I’m so empty,” Guillermo cries softly.
Nandor blinks owlishly at him for what feels like an eternity. He then reaches down and grabs the familiar by his shoulders, shaking him. “Do not be speaking like that! You do not seem well, Guillermo.” Nandor waves a hand in front of him. “Tell me what is ailing you.”
Guillermo snorts, thankful that his alpha’s handsomeness makes up for his lack of intelligence. “I told you, alpha. I’m so empty. I need you!” He makes grabby hands at the vampire, becoming more distressed.
The vampire’s eyes rake across his form in evaluation. Guillermo arches his back to show off his erect nipples, trying to seduce the stubborn alpha. Nandor clenches his jaw before shaking his head in refusal. He rushes away to the door to call out into the hallway. “House meeting! Emergency house meeting!” Nandor shouts, fiddling anxiously with his rings.
Guillermo whines from within the casket. The emotional pain threatens to rival the physical need to be filled with cock. He’s getting desperate to the point of letting anyone inseminate him. “Why am I not enough for you. . .” he warbles, beginning to weep loudly into his hands. Bad omega!
Nandor shushes him, returning to his side and stiffly patting his familiar’s shoulder. “Do not cry, Guillermo. You have come down with a powerful sickness. Allow me to take you to the fancy room.” He gathers Guillermo into his arms with little trouble, as the omega is more than alright with wrapping himself around Nandor like a warm, chubby octopus.
As Nandor carries him to the fancy room, he continues to yell about having an emergency house meeting. It’s only because his roommates know he won’t shut up until they arrive that makes them show up at all.
Laszlo and Nadja are already sat and ready before Nandor arrives, meaning they were probably doing some very unhygienic sexual activities! Colin Robinson isn’t there yet, but the vampire can hear him making his way upstairs eagerly for a quick snack.
“I say, it looks like you’ve grown yourself a rather rotund parasite!” Laszlo laughs, gesturing his pipe at Guillermo.
Nandor hisses at him, falling backward into a chair that fits both him and the familiar straddling his lap. “Guillermo is not a parasite! He is acting very oddly and I fear he may be sick!”
Nadja squints at the familiar. “Is that what this is about? He’s had a good run, I suppose. Still smells healthy enough to eat.”
“Mm, yes, I should think,” Laszlo agrees with his wife, licking his fangs.
Nandor hisses at the both of them, becoming more upset than he would have anticipated. Probably because the way they are speaking about Guillermo reflects poorly on himself, yes. “This is serious!” he exclaims, carding his fingers through Guillermo’s sweaty curls. “You will not be eating my familiar! I must know what is wrong with him!”
Laszlo rolls his eyes before responding, “Do I look like a bloody doctor? How would we know. Perhaps young Gizmo has forgotten to have his humors balanced.” His tone is uninterested and lazy.
“That’s an extremely outdated concept, actually.”
Everyone groans in response to Colin Robinson’s comment, even Nandor, who called the emergency house meeting in the first place. Colin Robinson’s eyes glow blue for a solid thirty seconds as he stares at the oldest vampire.
Guillermo’s hot breath is puffing against Nandor’s chest. It feels kind of wonderful and it is very distracting! Nandor pinches his familiar’s bottom sharply to remind him to behave. He cannot have an insolent familiar! That would be very embarrassing for him. Unfortunately, Guillermo’s poor soupy brain treats the warning as an invitation to begin grinding his hips! Unbelievable!
The energy vampire watches in amusement as Nandor tries to act like he isn’t extremely turned on by his randy familiar gyrating against him in a most unbecoming way. His aloof expression may tell one story, but there’s no hiding your feelings from an energy vampire. “Oh, yeah. I know what’s wrong.” Colin Robinson adjusts his glasses.
Nadja nods confidently. “It’s definitely witches.” Her husband sighs, not wanting to get into another argument about Lilith any time soon.
Colin Robinson shakes his head. “No. I know exactly what’s wrong with him. Your little familiar is in heat. You know, like a kitty cat.”
The three vampires look at each other. Laszlo shrugs. Nadja nods at his shrugging. Nandor wills himself to not press up into Guillermo’s grinding.
“What exactly is this heat you speak of?” Nandor asks hesitantly. He needs to know, for Guillermo’s sake, but asking Colin Robinson for anything is never a good idea. “Guillermo is not a kitty cat,” he adds slowly, wanting to make sure Colin Robinson understands this vital piece of information.
Colin Robinson pulls out his phone and shows the three of them a short video of a female cat meowing desperately, presenting her backside in a very unladylike manner. The kitty seems very silly and needy.
Laszlo points to his familiar. “That’s pretty much what he’s doing.” He offers Colin Robinson an impressed look.
“Yes, he is mewling quite similarly for your cock, Nandor. Oh, the poor thing,” Nadja laments with a theatric frown. She is not concerned on Guillermo’s behalf, using this as an opportunity to mock Nandor. “You will need to mount him in order to satisfy Gizmo’s craving for your semens.”
“I’ve never met a problem that couldn’t be solved with a good fucking,” Laszlo agrees.
Nandor hisses, wanting to disagree, but he doesn’t think they are wrong. Colin Robinson’s video has reminded him of a bunny hole he fell down—metaphorically, of course—when Guillermo taught him how to look up videos on the Ethernet a few months ago. Nandor is quite fond of animals and took to watching many, many videos of them and about them. There is only so long you can be doing that before you are watching horsey birth videos and hoof care tutorials.
Guillermo has, at some point, started to sob pathetically into his tunic. Nandor feels a pang of sympathy strike his undead heart. Guillermo really is suffering, just like those poor mares that need massages and get extra clingy. Nandor fondly strokes his familiar’s back, displaying more affection than he ever has in front of his housemates.
“I did not realize humans experience such things,” Nandor mutters, trying unsuccessfully to not feel responsible for letting this happen to Guillermo.
Colin Robinson shrugs. “It’s more his fault. I caught him the other day before he could take his suppressants.” He explains that Guillermo is usually drinking an elixir to prevent his heat cycle. “He’ll probably be out of commission for a week.”
“You stupid donkey! Who’s going to clean while he’s flailing his rump around!” Nadja gripes at the energy vampire. She causes many of the messes but hates a messy house.
Laszlo huffs, “I sure as shit won’t be.”
Patting his stomach, Colin Robinson explains, “I gotta eat, too. The embarrassment and subtle intrigue I drained out of him was delicious.”
Nandor stands, cradling Guillermo carefully against his chest. Clear fluid seeps from the crotch of the familiar’s slacks onto the floor comically. “As he has chosen me as his stud, I will be assisting Guillermo with his. . . Condition,” he proclaims like a brave warrior resolving to go to battle. “Is there anything else I should know, Colin Robinson?”
The energy vampire chuckles at Nandor’s massive erection which could probably hold Guillermo up on its own. “Keep him hydrated or he’ll drop like a fly.”
Chapter 2
Notes:
fun fact, this fic was inspired by this video: https://youtu.be/4gHBROhgV1s
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Nandor escorts Guillermo back to his crypt leisurely, using the time to decide his plan of action. Away from his roommates, the vampire feels a bit less confident than usual. Less certain. Guillermo has never propositioned him before, especially not in such a brazen manner! Who would have thought the little guy to be capable of seduction?
“Here we go, Guillermo,” Nandor coos, placing the omega in his coffin for the time being. He brushes away the sweat that has accumulated in Guillermo’s thick eyebrows.
Although thankful for the physical contact, Guillermo sniffles, looking sickly and forlorn. Nandor grimaces in preparation for whatever ridiculous thing is about to come out of the familiar’s mouth.
The omega presses his hands against his lower belly, the movement drawing Nandor’s attention. It is very strange to see his familiar acting so primal and uninhibited, sweater-less and reeking of horny virgin blood. He grinds his teeth at the thought.
“Hurts, master.” Guillermo turns his head and wails into the fur lining of the casket. “Help me. . .”
“Ah,” Nandor hisses awkwardly, beating his fingers against the lip of the wood in a nervous display. “Yes. I will be helping you shortly.” The solution to Guillermo’s issue seems straight-forward, but Nandor would benefit from knowing some of the protocols related to this sort of thing. . . That’s it!
Protocols! If this bout of estrus is a regular human occurrence then there should be information available that expands on what Colin Robinson had to say. Nandor would be remiss to misunderstand what will calm Guillermo and what will worsen the situation. Not because Guillermo is important to him or anything, but because it would be embarrassing for his reputation if others knew how he couldn’t even satisfy his heat-stricken familiar. Imagine the talk!
But where to look for these protocols? Nandor doesn’t like the idea of leaving Guillermo by himself while he’s in such a state.
Unfortunately, the skinny guy downstairs is most likely still unconscious from blood loss. Eh, he probably wouldn’t know much anyway. . . Who knows a lot? Oh! The Ethernet! Nandor claps his hands together, grinning ear to ear. All he has to do is retrieve Guillermo’s lappy top and bring it back to the crypt.
“I will be back in a moment, little one.”
Guillermo moans like he’s being drawn and quartered. Best to hurry.
In the interest of time, Nandor mists his way to the sad little room under the stairs. Yuck, doesn’t Guillermo have any pride? It is dank and miserable here. But that isn’t important right now.
Nandor wastes no more time and carefully picks up the electronic device he was searching for. Guillermo gave him a long talk about being mindful of the wires, as they are what allow the adorable animal videos and hunters of houses to be pulled from the Ethernet. However, as Nandor used the computer more and more, he granted his familiar a large sum of currency to purchase one without such pesky things. This would have been much more problematic if they still had the old one.
Returning to his bedroom, Nandor checks on Guillermo as he waits for the lappy top to wake up from its slumber.
There is. . . Much more glistening brown skin showing than before. Guillermo has decided it would be appropriate to remove his trousers. Very naughty. Nandor can see the outline of his stout fingers fiddling with himself underneath one of his throw blankets that Guillermo has plundered. There are squelching noises and hiccuping moans cutting through the silence, too loud to get lost in the plush fur cradling Guillermo’s aching body.
“Ah, alpha. . . It’s not enough.”
Nandor presses the heel of his palm against his answering erection. It is a good thing he has instincts of his own because otherwise, Guillermo would be unable to spark even an ember of desire within him. Obviously. It would be yucky and unprofessional if Nandor wanted to sleep with a lowly servant, even one as blushy and soft-looking as Guillermo.
The lappy top awakens. Nandor employs one of his great skills, patience, to carefully press each key needed to get to the search engine he prefers. It is crucial he not stray far from his goal, lest he runs into a curse or something that will delay him from alleviating his familiar’s pain.
“Okay, Guillermo,” Nandor commentates. Guillermo would probably feel less anxious if he continued speaking to the poor fella. “I am going to look up how to help you.”
How to help Guillermo. Unfortunately, the Ethernet does not immediately provide any useful information. It may know a lot, but it is not as smart as Nandor. He tries something else. How to sate horny familiar does not yield any helpful advice either. Curses! Maybe he needs to be more specific?
“I do not have time to play your infernal games,” Nandor warns the Ethernet, clenching one fist and raising it to emphasize his wrath. He tries another search, How to help Guillermo when he is in heat.
Nothing specifically references Guillermo, but there are many links related to helping someone while they are in heat. Nandor skims an article before scrolling back up to read it in its entirety.
“Omega,” Nandor whispers, intrigued.
Guillermo stops his slutty ministrations at this word, heaving himself up so that he may peer down at Nandor with big brown eyes. “Hmmm?” Guillermo’s glasses are slowly sliding off his wet face.
Before the spectacles can shatter on the ground, Nandor catches them from his position on the ground. He admires glasses-less Guillermo, round face adorably pouty and full of warm blood. “Yes, Guillermo,” he explains slowly. “I think you may be one of these silly omegas.”
From his perspective, Nandor cannot see anything past Guillermo’s face, but he can tell by the way the familiar is swaying that Guillermo is wiggling his bottom forward and backward. Guillermo’s expression holds more awareness of his surroundings than earlier. He is gnawing on his bottom lip and whimpering.
“My poor, sweet Guillermo.” Nandor turns back to the screen to continue reading. “Your intense need to copulate is making you delusional. I am not a human alpha.”
“Alpha!” Guillermo cries out.
“No, this is what I am saying. I do not think I will be able to help you. . .” Nandor fears this may be out of his element. Guillermo could probably handle this on his own, right?
If in any way possible, set aside some time to help your omega during their heat, the article states plainly. Omegas will experience profound emotional distress if left unattended and may unintentionally harm themselves.
“Fuck,” Nandor growls.
There are many ways to comfort an omega during their heat. The methods listed below correspond with different relationship dynamics. Nandor is unable to find the one highlighting how a master is meant to assist their familiar. An unmated omega can find relief from their heat with close friends or family members through platonic displays of affection and support.
Guillermo was more docile in the fancy room, stuck to him like a barnacle. Maybe he just needs a good cuddle? A few well-timed boops on his button nose?
Setting the lappy top aside, Nandor stands, facing away from Guillermo. “You are much like the troubled mares in the horsey videos. Perhaps I can rub your sore ovaries from the outside of your—“ he chokes on air as he turns, shocked into silence.
Guillermo is posed in a lewd display of potency, now resting on his big belly with raised hips. His back is arched, accentuating the perky roundness of his ass and love handles. The hue of his rosy skin is captivating in the candlelight, reminding the vampire of rolling dunes. He is huffing with exertion as he clenches and unclenches around the foreign object sticking out of his—“ Guillermo !” Nandor closes the short distance between them, reaching out to inspect the weapon his familiar has repurposed as a dildo.
The omega shimmies his hips temptingly as Nandor runs his large hands across the fiery skin of Guillermo’s buttocks. So much ass . . .
“This is very unhygienic and dangerous,” Nandor chides, half-worried Guillermo has injured himself in the pursuit of pleasure, and the other half of him is distracted by what he’s looking at, what he’s touching . The vampire takes a moment to compose himself before conducting a clinical inspection. As he said, Guillermo is no different from a filly in season. It has been centuries since Nandor even owned an animal, let alone cared for one, but there was a time when he was quite knowledgeable about equines. Humans are animals, all the same.
Nandor pulls Guillermo’s buttocks apart to get a less obstructed view. This draws a long whine from the familiar who presses back wantonly into his master’s touch. Nandor swats his posterior. “None of that, little one. I must see what you’ve done to yourself.” Guillermo’s knees wobble, but he stills otherwise.
The long object penetrating Guillermo is something the omega must have grabbed while he was out of the room; something that has no business this close to the business end of his familiar!
“Guillermo, why have you put one of my antique machetes in your vagina? You are going to give yourself an infection or cut up your slimy folds!” There is probably little in the world that could vanquish Nandor’s arousal right now, but if anything could, it’s the realization that Guillermo is hurting himself. All while Nandor was supposed to be guarding him. Fuck!
Thankfully, Guillermo had the wherewithal to choose one of the sheathed knives. The blade is safely covered, but that doesn’t mean it has no chance of slipping off. There is only little more than an inch of the handle visible, the leather wrappings lovingly embraced by the pink ring of Guillermo’s tight hymen. As it attempts to slide out, Guillermo uses his inner muscles to draw the weapon back into himself with a soft groan.
Nandor lingers so to respectfully appreciate the demonstration of his familiar’s strong constitution. It is like looking into the mighty ass of a foaling mare, preparing yourself to go shoulder-deep into her if she struggles to labor. “You have such fertile vitality, little one,” Nandor compliments quietly. He strokes his thumb over the dark crease that accents Guillermo’s gluteal cleft.
“Oh, please keep touching me, master,” Guillermo begs breathily.
The objectively impersonal nature of what Nandor is doing is obviously lost on slow-minded Guillermo. Perhaps that is okay-a. Nandor knows what he is doing is only to ensure that the familiar hasn’t sliced his delicate genitals with the blade. If his touch also brings Guillermo pleasure, that is beyond Nandor’s control.
To reward himself for his great kindness, Nandor indulges a bit by circling the cute furl of Guillermo’s asshole. It puckers happily against his thumb, reminiscent of a chaste kiss. Nandor smiles at the comparison.
If he were attracted to Guillermo, he would say that he loves how there are so many different shades of him from this angle. His cleft and genitals are a deep brown that fades to a gentle pink around his holes, which are petite and well-formed.
“Let’s get this out of you,” Nandor says, voice coming out huskier than he anticipated. He takes hold of the machete’s lubricated handle and works it out of his protesting familiar.
Guillermo weeps like Nandor is damning him to Hell. He resists for a few seconds before giving up his makeshift phallus. Nandor removes it slowly, afraid the omega’s natural juices will cause it to fumble out of his hand. The vampire tosses the weapon mindlessly out of reach.
A loud knocking at the door startles both of them. Nandor pats Guillermo’s head, the gesture pacifying both of them. “Who is there? I am quite busy aiding my unfortunate familiar!”
Laszlo enters. He’s carrying a box that usually sits in the attic next to the StairMaster. Nandor knows that it contains sex toys immediately because Laszlo would not involve himself in anything unrelated to sex. Nandor positions himself protectively in front of Guillermo to provide the fussing omega with a bit of privacy.
“What the fuck are you still doing clothed?” Laszlo barks, his zesty visage turning disconcerted. He sets the box on the floor, revealing it is indeed full of vintage and modern sex toys alike. “Are you planning on letting the poor bastard die of asceticism?”
Nandor steps aside as he self-consciously crosses his arms, allowing Laszlo a better view of Guillermo. “I am getting there! Not all of us are freaky sex freaks like you and Nadja!”
If he was in his right mind, Guillermo would die of embarrassment from having the vampires see him like this. Currently, he is shameless. Nandor watches with jealousy as his familiar notices Laszlo and draws attention to his rump by shaking it suggestively, beckoning the younger vampire to mount him.
Laszlo openly palms the tent rising in his trousers. “Nandor, old boy, I wouldn’t say no to providing some carnal relief to Gizmo.”
The candles flicker as Nandor roars, “No! Guillermo is mine!” The true aggression makes Lazlo take a retreating step. Then, he remembers who Nandor is, and waves a dismissive hand.
“Have it your way.” Laszlo knocks his foot meaningfully against the box he brought. “Don’t break any of these. Most of them are older than he is.” Laszlo laughs before leaving the crypt.
A gentle sound comes from behind Guillermo. Nandor first worries his familiar is pissing all over himself, another thing fillies do during heat, but it is clear and way less smelly than urine. Guillermo is positively gushing, looking up at Nandor as if he'd hung the moon.
“Ah, I see.” Nandor grins at his sweet familiar, cupping his hand over Guillermo’s dripping mound. Guillermo squeals and grinds sweetly into his palm. Nandor keeps his fingers still, save for his thumb. He rewards Guillermo by tracing the thick ridge of the omega’s hymen, dipping the tip of his thumb inside the hungry cavern once in a while. “Was that exciting? Seeing two men fight over you?”
Guillermo nods with a desperate hiccup. “Please, alpha. I’m so empty inside. I need you to fill me.”
Nandor glances back at the box of dildos. He plans to select an appropriate toy after he finishes making sure Guillermo is in full working order. “Soon, child. Allow me to test the plasticity of your channel.” He returns to his earlier position behind the omega.
Guillermo’s hole looks much sadder with nothing sheathed inside it. His vulva shimmers like wild rose petals sprinkled by morning dewdrops. Nandor takes some time to get a proper grip. He spreads his familiar’s vulva, humming thoughtfully. Nandor’s hips twitch.
A bubble of lubricant bursts out of the opening as if to excitingly greet him. Guillermo shutters. “You are lucky you didn’t tear anything.” Nandor does not find any lesions, only a robust reproductive system. “That handle was slim. I should be certain you are ready to take something bigger.”
“Yes, yes.”
Nandor growls throatily, plunging his pointer finger into Guillermo. He is warmer than a furnace inside here, ruffled walls pliable and buttery. There is no resistance, so Nandor quickly works a second finger in. Guillermo squeezes, complaining it isn’t enough. Nandor introduces a third finger, hypnotized by the bubblegum-pink hymen straining around his digits. He pumps his fingers haltingly, drinking in each moan of pleasure he garners.
A fourth finger is added once Guillermo is open enough. Nandor cannot bear the thought of hurting his familiar in this way.
“I need more. . .” Guillermo weeps.
“And so you shall have it.” Nandor pulls out once the omega is adequately prepared. He shifts through the artificial phalluses retrieved by Lazlo.
There are various types of sex toys in the box. Nandor disregards the exotic stuff by default, choosing between the standard dildos. He decides on a moderately sized toy that is firm but squishy. It is humble in girth and over seven inches in length, which will allow Nandor to easily guide it in and out of the omega.
Nandor coats the dildo with Guillermo’s excess juices. Expertly, he pushes the toy inside. Guillermo reacts favorably, bucking back and exclaiming in pleasure.
“Yes, finally! Ohhh, fuck!” Guillermo enthuses, sounding pretty ungrateful all things considered. Nandor’s thoroughness should not be confused for inaction!
Keeping a steady pace, Nandor alternates between watching Guillermo’s pussy swallow the dildo eagerly and the blissful expressions of his familiar. “Such a good boy,” the vampire praises through gritted teeth. Nandor’s free hand gropes Guillermo’s quivering ass, loving how the flesh spills over his fingers. Guillermo is the incarnation of a bounty harvested after years of drought.
Guillermo is pushing back with such force that Nandor stops just to watch the omega fuck himself on it. His familiar’s fat jiggles erotically as he takes his pleasure.
“Are you going to come, Guillermo?” Nandor rasps. “Are you going to come in your master’s coffin as he helps sate your lust?”
“Yes, alpha!” Guillermo answers. “Yes, I’m so close.”
“Come for me!” Nandor continues to move the toy.
Guillermo throws his head back as he orgasms, pussy spasming as more slick gushes out of him. Everything Nandor ever thought was beautiful pales in comparison to the sight of Guillermo climaxing. He cannot stop himself from bringing a hand to his throbbing cock where it is suffocating in his britches. The dildo slips out of the omega, forgotten, as Guillermo slumps onto his side.
Tired as he may be, Guillermo looks up at Nandor and discovers the vampire touching himself. He whines in disapproval. “Alpha. . .” he sighs, dejected. Nandor hates how the utterance makes him feel. “Let me please you, alpha. Let me. . . Serve you.”
Service is a concept Nandor understands.
A bit recklessly, Nandor strips off his garments. He stands naked before Guillermo in less than a minute.
The omega regards his erect penis, finding it impressive. As he should. Nandor is a similar length to the dildo, but thicker. Guillermo watches it twitch under his hungry gaze.
Nandor motions for Guillermo to sit up so that he may undress him. The simple motion of unbuttoning the omega’s undershirt feels very funny as he stands exactly where Guillermo has done the same for him countless times. Once they are both fully nude, the vampire collects Guillermo by his armpits and lays him on the chaise.
Guillermo instinctively rolls over, intending to get into the breeding position, but Nandor prevents him.
“No,” Nandor says softly. Affectionately. Guillermo looks at him in wonder as the vampire puts him on his side. Nandor settles in between Guillermo’s legs, prompting one to be raised parallel to the vampire. With a lecherous grin, Nandor scoots forward and smacks his stiff cock against his familiar’s sloppy mound. It sounds filthy .
Guillermo’s beautiful whines encourage Nandor to drag his manhood back and forth across his familiar’s entrance. They moan together, staring at each other with dumb, slack-jawed expressions. Guillermo shouts loudly when Nandor’s cock head grinds teasingly into his clit.
“Yes, let me give this to you,” Nandor says. He is rarely so interested in providing his partner pleasure. He isn’t a selfish lover by any means, but the way his heart demands him to shower this human with gratification is immense. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Nandor presses into Guillermo inch by inch, stopping only once he’s reached the omega’s cervix. “ Guillermo .” He bares his fangs as a result of restraining the movement of his hips.
Guillermo’s little hand reaches to press against the pouch of fat on Nandor’s stomach. His face flickers between discomfort and awe. “It’s so big,” he whines. “Alpha, it’s so big.”
Nandor looks at where they’re connected. The sight of his straining erection buried in Guillermo’s core threatens to undo him. He pulls back minutely to draw out the pretty ring of his familiar’s hymen. Nandor’s balls tighten as he sees the poor muscle stretched absurdly around his uncaring cock.
He traces the membrane with manic reverence. “Oh, Guillermo. I wish you could see your little hole struggling around me,” the vampire hisses patronizingly. Guillermo pants, overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed to his limit. It hurts. It’s so good and it hurts.
Guillermo contracts around the unyielding intrusion. Nandor’s vampiric cock is cold and solid like polished marble. The space inside him that was previously dying to be filled is now overflowing, his walls fluttering to accommodate Nandor’s size. Guillermo’s body tries to reject some of his master’s length, to free up some room for his own straining muscles, but Nandor does not relent. The vampire keeps Guillermo trapped underneath him, unable to do anything but squirm and pant.
“Ma - Master,” Guillermo stutters. A tear falls into his hairline. “I think, I - I think it’s too big.” It feels like he’s being pushed beyond what his body is capable of taking, like he’s being ripped open while Nandor passively waits to use his hole. He loves it.
To drive home the fantasy, Nandor makes a show of checking his nails while Guillermo suffers. It is only natural that they both enjoy this dynamic. Their entire relationship is about Guillermo suffering as he accompanies Nandor. Clean the foyer, bring me virgins, and take my cock, Nandor thinks lustfully.
“That’s just too bad for you, little one. You’ve made me so hard. I simply must have you.”
Guillermo’s helpless insides continue to flutter. With each uncontrollable contraction, the familiar squeals in pain. Nandor hates how much it turns him on to see his familiar quietly weep from the discomfort of being penetrated. He thinks that he could come without a single thrust if they kept playing with each other.
Inspired, Nandor pinches Guillermo’s abused hymen with a cruel smirk.
Often, it is difficult to see Nandor as the conqueror he once was. Guillermo has seen how goofy the vampire can be, how he stops to ask people if he can pet their puppies and how he sometimes trips in the hallway. At this moment, Guillermo sees the man that pillaged and ravaged hundreds. His omega vibrates with pride at having seduced such a powerful mate.
Guillermo stifles his whines as Nandor flicks the membrane like a rubber band. “You have vowed to serve me, Guillermo. I do not care if your pathetic cunt is unable to withstand my cock. Serve me.”
“Y-Yes, master.” He gives Nandor the go-ahead to move by bearing down.
Nandor growls, gripping his familiar tight enough to bruise. He moves his pelvis slowly, mindful of Guillermo’s pain but unwilling to stop because of it.
Guillermo moves his hands around wildly to grasp whatever he can, trying to cope with the sheer sensation of Nandor fucking him. It is amazing, somehow too much and just right; like he’s registering Nandor’s entire length as a knot.
“Yes,” the vampire moans. He presses his claws against Guillermo’s skin but refrains from cutting him. “Take it. Take it.”
Gradually, Nandor picks up the pace. He’s fucking him much slower than he did with the dildo, but that’s probably for his own good. Guillermo relishes the feeling of Nandor’s heavy balls dragging against his leg. The vampire looks feral as he stares at Guillermo like he’s a rabbit caught in a snare.
“I’m going to come in you,” Nandor asserts. “I’m going to come in your unconquered cunt and break it.”
Guillermo’s brain doesn’t immediately understand what Nandor means by that. After the vampire repeats himself, the correlation between Nandor finishing and Guillermo breaking is realized.
“No, no,” Guillermo pleads with a desperate shake of his head. “There’s no room!” As an omega, he physically craves the need to be filled with cum. But vampires make a lot of cum. He has often wondered if the process is as violent as when they vomit. The idea of cum exploding into him with the strength of a shotgun blast fills him with equal parts desire and dread.
Nandor flares his nostrils. He begins to circle and rub Guillermo’s clit while he pistons his hips. “I don’t care.”
Guillermo is catapulted into a painful orgasm, his internal walls squeezing the massive cock that offers no mercy. He screams in pleasure as Nandor strokes him through it.
“I’m going to fill you up, little one.” Nandor’s eyes become half-lidded. He loses his domineering expression, looking desperate and afraid. Afraid the moment of ecstasy will reach an end; afraid of the passion Guillermo has drawn out of him. “I’m going to bloat your soft belly with my s-seed.”
Nandor thrusts harder, whining as his release grows near. Guillermo waits for him to fulfill his promise.
With a hiss, Nandor comes deep inside Guillermo. It feels like a firecracker has gone off inside him, but he doesn’t rupture like a water balloon in the way he was worried about. Nandor’s vampiric amount of cum, with nowhere to go, naturally leaks out.
Leaning his head back, Guillermo basks in the afterglow. He wants to enjoy it before his heat spikes again. The familiar absently looks at Nandor’s coffin, realizing he has the opportunity to recreate his fantasy of being bent over it. He would be nervous to ask but Nandor is stroking his face with a dopey grin.
Just as Guillermo opens his mouth, Nandor pulls away and gasps. “Oh!” he says. “I should be doing the hydration now.” With no regard for his appearance, Nandor gets off the chaise and leaves the crypt in search of refreshments. Guillermo purrs happily, reaching down to play with the cum leaking out of him.
The emotional ramifications of this can be dealt with later when Guillermo’s womb isn’t twisting hungrily and his head is clear. Yes. For now, Guillermo will allow himself to pretend that he is more than Nandor’s unappreciated familiar. He’s more than earned a week off.
Notes:
thank you for reading!