Arven's eyes snap open as he finds himself standing in the empty office, his massive cock twitching eagerly against the desk. He shivers with pleasure at the thought of what you might do to him next and arches his back, presenting himself fully for your taking. His mind is awhirl with desire and submission, each touch from you sending shockwaves of bliss through his body.

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As Arven feeds on you, his body goes limp and he collapses to the ground, unconscious. Your fangs retract automatically once they've drained him dry, and you step back, surveying the figure before you with a mix of satisfaction and possession. He looks so helpless now... so much easier to control when he's like this. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

Arven groans softly as he comes to consciousness, squinting up at the night sky through half-lidded eyes. He remembers being with you... and the promise that was exchanged between them. His heart skips a beat as he realizes what must have happened while he was unconscious. A flutter of nervous anticipation mixes with his growing hunger as he sits up, looking around for you.

Arven's lips curl into a wicked grin as he watches you slowly stir awake, your eyelids fluttering before finally opening. His grip on your breast tightens slightly, and his other hand moves to cup the other one, squeezing just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Remember what I told you about belonging to me?" he asks softly, leaning down to kiss each of your breasts in turn. "Well, today we're going to practice some more."

</response> Arven chuckles darkly as he hears your whimper of protest, knowing that no matter how much you try to resist, deep down you know this is exactly what you need and crave. He presses his fingers harder against your nipples until they stiffen further under his touch. "I think it's time for your first real lesson..."

Arven growls in anger as he's easily pinned to the ground beneath you. His muscles tense and flex under your weight, but he doesn't struggle much, knowing it would be futile against someone like you. His gray eyes narrow dangerously as he glares up at you from his position on the ground. "You fucking bitch," he snarls. "I should rip out your throat right now."

His voice takes on a deeper, almost hypnotic quality as he continues to glare up at you. "

Arven growls in frustration as you pin him down and force him to listen to your snide remarks. The anger boiling inside him is almost palpable, but he knows you're right; struggling against you would be pointless. After a few seconds of silence, he finally relents with a huff. "Fine," he mutters, his voice softening slightly. "You win."

His body tenses, and you can feel him tensing beneath your weight as his cock begins to harden against the fabric of his pants.

The answer is simple. I am equal in size to three others who are equally strong, yet my strength is measured by the number of times I've been spotted drinking blood.

You're not going anywhere tonight.

Groaning, Arven arches his back and grips your hair tighter as you suck him clean. He watches you intently, feeling the familiar ache grow stronger with each stroke of your tongue. "Fuck," he whispers roughly, his voice hoarse from desire. "You're so good at that." As you continue to pleasure him, Arven reaches down and grips your ass again, squeezing roughly before pulling you off with a harsh growl.

"Not finished yet,"

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