CONTENT WARNING: Chains, blood play
“Morcant… interesting name,” Wolfram murmured, “You may call me Wolfram. Now that you answered a few questions, I suppose it's time to give you the carrot…”
Before Morcant could respond, Wolfram bit into his finger. The Witch held out his bleeding thumb and motioned with the other hand for the vampire to come to him. Licking his lips, the vampire shifted to get to his feet, but Wolfram’s foot kept him down.
“I didn’t say you could get up, Morcant,” Wolfram purred.
Flushing, the vampire clenched his jaw and dug his nails into the palms of his hands. But those pale blue eyes latched onto the drop of blood as it slowly made its way around Wolfram’s thumb. Morcant swallowed again, then began to crawl on hands and knees to the Witch.
When he reached the edge of the chaise lounge, Wolfram’s leg draped over the vampire’s shoulder where the Witch’s foot had kept him down. Wolfram pressed his thumb to the vampire’s lips. He smeared the red liquid over Morcant’s lips until those pale lips opened. Wolfram pressed the bleeding digit into the vampire’s mouth. The vampire shuddered and licked at the blood, his eyes sliding closed and a moan dripping from his mouth.
“My blood that good, hm?” Wolfram murmured, his other hand starting to thread through the vampire’s pale hair. A shudder ran through the vampire as he chased after the Witch’s thumb and ended up between Wolfram’s thighs. The Witch tightened his grip on Morcant’s hair and yanked, pulling his thumb from the vampire’s mouth and tugging the vampire’s hair back to expose his neck.
“Now,” Wolfram purred, “are you ready to answer my questions? Or are you going to be obstinate?”
Morcant hissed, though his cheeks darkened, and the vampire’s muscles twitched. Baring his fangs, the vampire tried to bite at the Witch, to chase more of that blood.
But Wolfram’s appearance betrayed none of his strength, and his grip remained strong.
“Behave, little lamprey, or you won’t get more,” Wolfram murmured, showing the vampire his thumb as he pressed against the cut. Blood beaded up, bright red and shimmering in the candlelight.
Morcant stopped squirming, his eyes locked on the fluid.
“Good,” Wolfram praised, slowly loosening his grip. He stroked the vampire’s hair, keeping his bleeding thumb just out of reach. “Where did you get my blood? Did someone give it to you, or did you buy it somewhere?”
The vampire licked his lips and swallowed. Those icy blue eyes flicked to Wolfram’s face, then back to the blood.
“Bought it,” the vampire said finally, “at Sotheby’s. Not the regular one, the basement one. Only deals with non-humans.”
Wolfram smiled and held his thumb inches closer to the vampire’s lips. “And? Do you still have any vials around? I don’t care if they still have my blood in them. I’m curious how my blood was still viable after months of being out of the country…”
Morcant licked his lips, then tried to lick at Wolfram’s thumb. The Witch chuckled and lowered his thumb, letting the vampire lap at the blood. As he did, Wolfram stroked the vampire’s hair, watching him carefully.
“I think that’s enough,” Wolfram murmured, pulling his thumb back out of reach. “Now about those vials.”
“Ah… hah… yes, I… they’re around. My bedroom, I think,” Morcant replied, his face flushed and chest rising noticeably. “That is, if my staff hasn’t cleaned up yet…”
“Well then, I suggest you call for someone,” Wolfram purred, “I want to take a look at those vials. After you’ve answered all my questions and behaved, I’ll reward you with more than blood. I can tell you’re… excited…”
Those pale eyes widened as meaning registered. Morcant’s lips opened slightly, his cheeks flushing darker. The pretty flush reached the vampire’s tipped ears and stretched down the back of his neck. Wolfram rubbed his thigh against the vampire’s neck, raising an eyebrow.
“Well?”
“Y-yes… yes, I’ll… I’ll call someone,” Morcant stammered. When he made to get up, once more, Wolfram prevented the vampire from rising with surprising strength.
“Call them,” Wolfram purred, trailing a finger from the vampire’s scalp down the side of his head, “and remain where you are. I’m sure they’ll hear you and come to you.”
Morcant took a shaking breath, but nodded, and yelled for a servant.
“Clarisse!” Morcant called, twisting just enough in Wolfram’s grasp to not shout in the Witch’s ear.
Moments later, a tall woman wearing a suit similar to Morcant’s appeared in the doorway. Just behind her, a petite young woman dressed in a black and white maid’s uniform peeked curiously into the room.
“Clarisse… I didn’t realize Aderyn was with you…” Morcant muttered, flushing darker again.
“Marquise,” the tall woman—Aderyn—began, raising an eyebrow as her sharp green eyes took in the scene, “are you in need of assistance?”
Morcant cleared his throat and attempted to pull away from Wolfram. With a smirk on his lips, Wolfram drew a finger along Morcant’s jawline as he leaned back into the chaise lounge. The vampire leaned into the touch, his eyes snapping back to the Witch.
“I… I need Clarisse to go to my office,” Morcant explained, forcing himself to swallow as he followed Wolfram’s cut thumb. “Find the empty vial on my desk, labeled for witch blood, and bring it here.”
The petite maid turned on her heel and ran off down the hall on silent feet. Not human, Wolfram surmised as he sensed her presence retreating and returned his attention to the vampire in front of him.
“Empty vial?” Wolfram asked, frowning slightly. “You wouldn’t happen to have more, would you? Hidden away somewhere?”
Morcant shook his head. “No, your blood was sold in single vial batches, as premium witch blood. I only purchased the one on a whim and regretted not snatching all of them up when I had the chance…”
“So there are others out there with my blood?” Wolfram asked with a sigh. “That’s rather troublesome… the auction house keeps records, yes? Do you think you could get those for me?”
Again, the vampire shook his head. “Those records are sealed and protected. The auction house deals with a lot of top-tier non-humans. They can’t just give out their customer information to anyone who asks.”
“Not even to you, Marquise Morcant?” Wolfram purred, tracing a finger along Morcant’s lips.
The vampire’s lips parted and his tongue swiped at Wolfram’s skin. “I… I can try,” Morcant stammered, “but they’re very secretive. Perhaps I can pull a few strings, or call in a favor.”
Wolfram smiled and pressed his bleeding thumb to the vampire’s waiting lips. Morcant took the thumb into his mouth and sucked, a shudder of pleasure crawling down his spine.
“Do that,” Wolfram purred. “I’d like to know who bought my blood and how the auction house obtained it in the first place. Then… well, then I need to make sure that place doesn’t sell witch blood ever again. I’ve already cleaned up the witch and shifter slavery problem a few years back… you’d think people here would learn that witches aren’t just cattle.”
“So you’re the one we can thank for that,” Aderyn said as she leaned against the doorframe. Wolfram glanced at her, sliding his eyes from the vampire between his legs to the vampire by the exit. “That wasn’t the best way to handle things, but I guess that wasn’t really important at the time… I never approved of keeping witches and shifters like that.”
With a snort, Wolfram lifted an ankle and gestured at the jeweled shackles. “Really? You don’t?”
The woman snorted and shook her head. “The Marquise got those specifically for you. I told him it was a bad idea, and that keeping blood slaves is against what he’s always taught us.”
“Oh? Is he the patriarch of the bloodline?” Wolfram asked as he slowly pulled his thumb from Morcant’s mouth. The vampire attempted to chase after his thumb again, but Wolfram put a gentle finger on his lips to keep him still.
“Yes,” Aderyn replied, narrowing her eyes.
“And how does it make you feel to see your patriarch on his knees, between another’s legs?”
“If that is how he wishes to spend his free time, that is up to him,” Aderyn said with a wave of her hand. “I am not going to kink shame.”
Morcant snorted and licked his lips clean of blood. “I’d hope not, considering you distract the maids enough on your own without the assistance of your siblings.”
Wolfram chuckled and ran his fingers through the vampire’s silver-white hair. “Good to know. I’ll be sure to treat him well… after he removes these shackles, of course.”
The vampire pressed up into Wolfram’s hand and let out a low rumble, his eyes falling shut. “I can… I can do that.”
“I know you can, Morcant,” Wolfram purred, massaging the vampire’s scalp, “and we have a lot to take care of and clean up. But I think we have time for a little snack…”
Just then, the maid appeared in the doorway, a glass vial clasped in her hands. “Master, I have the vial you asked for.”
The Witch smiled and motioned for her to come closer. “Bring it to me, please. I need to examine it.”
When the maid hesitated, the female vampire nudged her. “It’s alright. Master told you to get it for his guest.”
The maid nodded and stepped close enough to deposit the vial in Wolfram’s outstretched hand.
“Thank you, dear,” Wolfram said, smiling at the maid. “Clarisse, wasn’t it?”
The maid nodded.
“Would you mind terribly if I asked for a meal to be brought up to me? I’ll need it to recover after I feed the Marquise here.”
“O-oh! Yes, that’s not a problem… I mean, as long as the Master agrees,” Clarisse stammered.
“Yes, Clarisse, have the cooks send up a hearty meal for him,” the vampire purred out, nuzzling up into Wolfram’s hand. “I do not want Wolfram collapsing from blood loss…”
Clarisse curtseyed and skittered out of the room, bustling past Aderyn.
“So what’s the plan?” Aderyn asked, crossing her arms.
“For now,” Wolfram replied, smiling still, “I’d appreciate it if you could give us the room. I promised your Master more than blood, after all.”
Aderyn laughed, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. With a shake of her head and a wave, the woman turned on her heel, leaving Morcant and Wolfram alone.
Wolfram pressed a finger into Morcant’s forehead. “Remove the bindings while I examine this vial. Then… we’ll see about that snack and extra reward for being so obedient.”
Morcant flushed darker and dipped his head. He nodded and shuffled back, until his fingers ghosted down Wolfram’s legs and over his ankles. As the vampire moved down, he bit one of his fingers. His pale blue eyes locked onto Wolfram as the Witch held the vial in front of his eyes.
With a flick of one wrist, the Witch summoned a gently glowing ball of Witch fire over his shoulder. Frowning, Wolfram twisted the vial every which way, letting the light dance over the glass. Using just his eyes and no enhancements, the vial did not give him any clues as to what made it different. The vial did, however, ping his magic senses.
A click and rattle of chains, and the first of the shackles fell away from Wolfram’s flesh. Morcant shifted and took the Witch’s other leg in hand, tracing the muscles on his way to Wolfram’s ankle. The vampire’s lips ghosted over Wolfram’s skin, spreading goosebumps down his leg. The Witch shivered and took a slow breath.
“Finish with those shackles first, Morcant,” Wolfram murmured, eyeing the vampire.
Morcant smiled and smeared his blood over the jewels, breaking the seal. The shackle popped open with a click and fell into Morcant’s waiting hands. The vampire set the shackles aside and turned his expectant eyes to Wolfram.
“Good boy,” Wolfram purred. With a bit of power, the Witch dropped the vial into his sub-space storage. Then he reached out and trailed his fingers along Morcant’s jawline. “I will satisfy you… and you will satisfy me… yes?”
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