❤️ 🦷 Vampire Domestic 🦷 ❤️ (F4A) (Femdom Maker & Vampire Listener) (Fighting & Making Up) (Romantic Jealousy) (Cuddling in Your Coffin)

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I should stop playing video games. My love, I am home. My love, my paramour, my midnight, where are thee? Where are you, I miss you, why did you not come out with me? Such fun, such freedom, and all these new people with all these drugs that they're taking, it's so.

.. Otherworldly. Don't worry, Mon Ami, I was careful.

Aren't I always? Excusez-moi, who turned you, those drugs, into me? Remember, I was there, and I spied you in that little tavern, so lonesome, so melancholy, so perfectly, perfectly imperfect that I just wanted to take you, but if you recall, I did not.

I pursued you. I courted you. I wound you.

I do not conform to gender stereotypes, though with this current generation, I'm not sure how much they hold up. Everything seems to be blurring, but in a good way, like paint on a canvas, or colors in the sky, we take this bit of femininity, of masculinity, and we create something new. You, beautiful, are serious.

What have I done now? Whenever you're serious, it's because I've done something, so can we just be a modern, pure couple? Communicate honestly.

You tell me what I did wrong, I listen. But I won't listen. I am a very good listener.

All that mourning you did for those victims in the early days, I listen. My love, when you've been alive as long as I have, everything becomes dulled. Well, most things.

What have I done? What have I done? Tell me.

I adore you, but this vagueness is not helpful. How are we supposed to keep growing as a couple if you keep holding back? That I wonder.

All right, all right, all right. Listening, upright and tough. Who? I don't know.

Somebody I've never heard of? Oh, him. It was nothing he offered to satisfy me.

It was embarrassing, really. My love, I promise you, nothing happened. Nothing happened.

Because he was boorish, pretentious, and incredibly dull. Whenever a vampire meets a fellow vampire, it's like it's so fucking fascinating. It's really rather not.

Now making a vampire and forging centuries worth of sex and love and fights, that is worthwhile. Am I to be punished for something that didn't happen? I don't care if he was as old as the pyramids.

He was boring and condescending, lecturing me on making you the nerve of a little bug. We had nothing to discuss, no similar interests, and I couldn't wait to be free of him. And return to your side, as I have been all these nights.

My darling, you are loved completely, utterly, irrationally by me. You are my everything. Some crazy slimeball a few years older than me is not going to change that.

We can find knowledge elsewhere, everywhere. We have the internet now. Sky is international.

Am I forgiven for the crime I did not commit? I need to trust you more. You are adorable, Jealous.

And I'm full of pride? It's okay my love, I find it endearing. Where are you going? It's far too early to turn in, I merely came back to retrieve you.

You have not fed, the night is young. Come out and play with me. You'll have a lot more fun.

The gloomy vampire is out of season my love. It's time for fun, frivolousness, and maybe some thorough fucking. Well, if you can keep up.

Come to me. My adorable sourpuss. As if I prefer anyone over you.

For a smart person you really are silly sometimes. Really? All he did was fondle me a little and offer to.

.. He's not the first man to fondle me against my will. Darling.

My love, don't get so upset. Protect him. Because I didn't think it was noteworthy, what's the matter? You will not go rip his throat out, come here.

Because as I told you many times, killing another vampire is a bad idea. My love, look at me. I'm fine.

He was a grubby little nobody. Forget him. My love.

So I guess I'm sleeping alone tonight? As I thought. Always my fault.

Baby vampires. So sensitive. Enough of this.

Move. Yes, well if it's your space, it's my space too. Why are you angry? I was not unfaithful.

I have never been unfaithful. Look at that little grub offer me. Especially when I have you.

How can you not see yourself? Well I do. And so does everyone else when we go out.

I'm telling you the truth. We were on the subject. Because I don't understand.

Why are you angry? It was nothing. Why would I be angry? My love, he fondled me.

He didn't rape me. He was making his grimy intentions clear and I made mine crystal. I was a girl born in the 16th century.

I've seen worse. Long before I fed on blood. I'm sorry you are angry.

But I am not. No, he didn't have the right to touch me. And why do you think that is? Because you are mine.

As I am yours. I belong to no other. I want no other.

Can we let go of the grouper? My love.