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Someone wanted this.
Writing Prompt Human eating vampire meat like steak and drinking blood like its fine wine.
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If I do it it is going to be some smut with a human eating "vampire meat". Basically a human eating clam, and the blood can go into the "play".
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That's not what was asked of you.
SH authors try to write something that isn't smut challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)
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Goodbye!
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Bye! Get writing on that non-smut prompt!
TheEldritchGod
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Hunter's Hunted (WW2205)
Caiaphas Caine, a ghoul that uses vampire blood to prolong his life so he can hunt and kill vampires. He just drinks their blood, however.
Caiaphas Caine, a ghoul that uses vampire blood to prolong his life so he can hunt and kill vampires. He just drinks their blood, however.
T.K._Paradox
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Baron Brenner Ashphallen was a mighty lord that ruled over his subjects with an iron fist. However his power was but an illusion that he had weaved throughout the land by claiming that he'd had claim over an unearthly power and by rallying that fear with smoke and mirrors.
The Baron had slighted once of his magicians however by withholding his pay and stealing his magic book.
Soon his secret was revealed, the Baron had been ousted as a fraud. A mob formed and chased him, and he barricaded himself in his castle with his wife and his two sons.
A siege was being laid waste to his castle and the air became palpable with how much tension was held.
And for once in his life the Baron prayed for some sort of salvation, but not to anything divine, no he sought the help of something Infernal, as the magicians book held no power for him.
He hastily called on the sulphurous creatures from below offering anything to provide some sort of escape from certain death.
They answered.
And he knew what he had to do.
His children and wife were slaughtered and drank their blood to finalize his soul pact, all in exchange for his kingdom and power.
The Baron allowed the rioters, and with his newfound power he dined on those that wished place his head on a pike.
The legion of voices reminded him so long as he sucks the blood of the living, his eventual penance for his sins would be magnified for every life he took, and he'd be unable to walk amongst the living under the sun as he should be dead and shall be in a death like state when daylight touches the ground.
Drunk on power the Baron cast the voices back into Hell and his tyrannical rule began once more now expanding to the nearby lands.
Blood flowed through the streets, corruption rose in nobility as they wished to not be their rulers next meal, and eventually a paranormal drought and famine struck the Baron's land.
It was as the divine had struck the fields barren and salted the earth. Causing the livestock to die of awful boiling blisters and a creeping blood red rash that wrapped around their throat.
A new mob had formed in secret, led by a mysterious foreigner, and crept into the Baron's castle, waiting for the bloated creature to return after eating his fill of the peasantry.
The Baron waddled his way back into his castle falling asleep in his garish room.
The peasants along with the mysterious man crept inside the bedroom and sealed him to his bead with a circle.
And the Baron woke at next dusk in a drunken fury lunging at the intruders only to find himself stopped by the candles surrounding his bed.
The foreigner stepped forward and moved his hand over his face, revealing to be the magician that he scammed all those years ago.
The Baron laughed and proclaimed that nothing of this mortal coil could strike him down and not even this great magician could end him.
The magician nodded and proclaimed that he could not, but he knew of a fate worse than death.
Retrieving his magic book after all these years he transfigured the vampire into a giant, fat bull.
It had a rich black hide and startling crimson eyes which shone with fear.
The magician ordered the peasants to bring the bull to the town square and demand that tables, chairs and cutlery be pulled out and a grand fire built.
The peasants obeyed and the bull was taken to the platform in town square and he declared that the Baron is no longer and declared that they have been blessed with this immortal bull.
No matter how many times they cut it, it shall live. So the starving people cut into the bull and let the blood flow. Drinking from the ornate glasses stolen from the castle eating with fine silver forks and knifes, their vitality returning with each pint of blood and every bite they took.
They also watered the soil with the blood which seemed miraculously spring the cracked dirt back to life.
The bull could only cry out in anguish, but its pleas feel on deaf ears as the life blood it stole from the land and its people returned to its rightful place.
The Baron had slighted once of his magicians however by withholding his pay and stealing his magic book.
Soon his secret was revealed, the Baron had been ousted as a fraud. A mob formed and chased him, and he barricaded himself in his castle with his wife and his two sons.
A siege was being laid waste to his castle and the air became palpable with how much tension was held.
And for once in his life the Baron prayed for some sort of salvation, but not to anything divine, no he sought the help of something Infernal, as the magicians book held no power for him.
He hastily called on the sulphurous creatures from below offering anything to provide some sort of escape from certain death.
They answered.
And he knew what he had to do.
His children and wife were slaughtered and drank their blood to finalize his soul pact, all in exchange for his kingdom and power.
The Baron allowed the rioters, and with his newfound power he dined on those that wished place his head on a pike.
The legion of voices reminded him so long as he sucks the blood of the living, his eventual penance for his sins would be magnified for every life he took, and he'd be unable to walk amongst the living under the sun as he should be dead and shall be in a death like state when daylight touches the ground.
Drunk on power the Baron cast the voices back into Hell and his tyrannical rule began once more now expanding to the nearby lands.
Blood flowed through the streets, corruption rose in nobility as they wished to not be their rulers next meal, and eventually a paranormal drought and famine struck the Baron's land.
It was as the divine had struck the fields barren and salted the earth. Causing the livestock to die of awful boiling blisters and a creeping blood red rash that wrapped around their throat.
A new mob had formed in secret, led by a mysterious foreigner, and crept into the Baron's castle, waiting for the bloated creature to return after eating his fill of the peasantry.
The Baron waddled his way back into his castle falling asleep in his garish room.
The peasants along with the mysterious man crept inside the bedroom and sealed him to his bead with a circle.
And the Baron woke at next dusk in a drunken fury lunging at the intruders only to find himself stopped by the candles surrounding his bed.
The foreigner stepped forward and moved his hand over his face, revealing to be the magician that he scammed all those years ago.
The Baron laughed and proclaimed that nothing of this mortal coil could strike him down and not even this great magician could end him.
The magician nodded and proclaimed that he could not, but he knew of a fate worse than death.
Retrieving his magic book after all these years he transfigured the vampire into a giant, fat bull.
It had a rich black hide and startling crimson eyes which shone with fear.
The magician ordered the peasants to bring the bull to the town square and demand that tables, chairs and cutlery be pulled out and a grand fire built.
The peasants obeyed and the bull was taken to the platform in town square and he declared that the Baron is no longer and declared that they have been blessed with this immortal bull.
No matter how many times they cut it, it shall live. So the starving people cut into the bull and let the blood flow. Drinking from the ornate glasses stolen from the castle eating with fine silver forks and knifes, their vitality returning with each pint of blood and every bite they took.
They also watered the soil with the blood which seemed miraculously spring the cracked dirt back to life.
The bull could only cry out in anguish, but its pleas feel on deaf ears as the life blood it stole from the land and its people returned to its rightful place.
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I ran a finger along her neck and leaned in close. "Usually you drink my blood... but today I'm going to drink your blood like fine wine."
She flushed and stared at me with wide eyes, arms still over her head from where I had chained her. "But... but that's not how it works," she whined softly.
"...and then eat your flesh like steak," I continued.
She nodded after a moment. "...weird smut angle, but I'm down to try anything once."
"Hey hey hey, this is not smut," I quickly clarified. "We're not doing this in like, in a lewd way. That's not what the requester wanted."
"...this is a reverse vore scenario, isn't it inherently lewd?"
I laid a finger against her lips. "Shhhh. Smut is in the eye of the beholder."
She nibbled at my finger with her vampiric teeth and fluttered her eyelashes at me.
However, I remained resolute, and flicked her in the forehead softly. "Just because this is literally cannibalism, doesn't mean it's smut! Cannibalism can also be gruesome dark horror stuff, you know."
"Fiiiiine. You probably shouldn't have chained me up like this, though."
"You can throw a little titillation in gruesome dark horror stuff, it's fine."
"Where's the line?"
"...look, discussing this isn't making it less smut, just more silly. I'm going to cut you and harvest your blood now, and I guess we'll do a cut in case that in itself is too lewd."
She pouted. "Awwwh, I was looking forwards to an onscreen harvesting."
"No, you'd be too into it, and people would get the wrong idea."
"If I screamed and cried and begged for mercy, would that help?"
"...I feel like some people would still get off on that. Maybe next time, when someone requests smut specifically."
A little time passed, and the camera focused on the window, looking down on her estate outside her castle.
Despite her screams and writhing that, I must assure you, were entirely nonsexual, I had harvested a chunk of flesh from her, and had drained some of her blood into a wine glass, and put them on a little table with a nice tablecloth.
She lay back against the wall she was chained too, panting, her eyes slightly dazed from the pain, and definitely not from anything else, shhhh, get your mind out of the gutter... seriously, what's wrong with you? I can't help you if you make this into smut, you know?
I put her flesh in my mouth -- just to be clear, this is a chunk of flesh that has been cut out of her, as opposed to anything that's still attached to her, definitely not a sexual thing -- but before I could even chew the foul chunk, my body reflexively spit it out, and I felt like I was about to vomit.
"...oh, right. That is technically long-dead flesh. Just searing it a little isn't going to remove the human aversion to devouring putrefied meat." Her voice was amused.
"Let's see if you're still laughing when I drink your blood."
She watched with interest as I took a sip from the wine glass, then immediately spit out her blood and made a face.
I sighed. "Sorry."
A slight shrug of her shoulders. "Just as well. It's not that unusual in vampire stories when you drink vampire blood, you become one. I'm not sure if this is one of those, though."
I shuddered, and stepped back. "If I did... then you couldn't drink my blood! Yeah, let's swap back roles now." I unchained her, and she swept me up into her arms and pressed a kiss against my lips, then little kisses trailing down my cheek and my neck.
"Thanks for keeping your gender vague enough so anyone could self-insert easily into you, pet... I'm going to suck your blood now," she said softly.
My body shuddered in fear and anticipation. "But not in a smutty way," I clarified softly.
She laughed darkly as she wrapped her arm around my waist to hold me in place as she licked my neck like she did right before she sunk her fangs into me, eliciting a soft whine from my lips. "No, my dear blood pet-- not in a smutty way at all."
She flushed and stared at me with wide eyes, arms still over her head from where I had chained her. "But... but that's not how it works," she whined softly.
"...and then eat your flesh like steak," I continued.
She nodded after a moment. "...weird smut angle, but I'm down to try anything once."
"Hey hey hey, this is not smut," I quickly clarified. "We're not doing this in like, in a lewd way. That's not what the requester wanted."
"...this is a reverse vore scenario, isn't it inherently lewd?"
I laid a finger against her lips. "Shhhh. Smut is in the eye of the beholder."
She nibbled at my finger with her vampiric teeth and fluttered her eyelashes at me.
However, I remained resolute, and flicked her in the forehead softly. "Just because this is literally cannibalism, doesn't mean it's smut! Cannibalism can also be gruesome dark horror stuff, you know."
"Fiiiiine. You probably shouldn't have chained me up like this, though."
"You can throw a little titillation in gruesome dark horror stuff, it's fine."
"Where's the line?"
"...look, discussing this isn't making it less smut, just more silly. I'm going to cut you and harvest your blood now, and I guess we'll do a cut in case that in itself is too lewd."
She pouted. "Awwwh, I was looking forwards to an onscreen harvesting."
"No, you'd be too into it, and people would get the wrong idea."
"If I screamed and cried and begged for mercy, would that help?"
"...I feel like some people would still get off on that. Maybe next time, when someone requests smut specifically."
A little time passed, and the camera focused on the window, looking down on her estate outside her castle.
Despite her screams and writhing that, I must assure you, were entirely nonsexual, I had harvested a chunk of flesh from her, and had drained some of her blood into a wine glass, and put them on a little table with a nice tablecloth.
She lay back against the wall she was chained too, panting, her eyes slightly dazed from the pain, and definitely not from anything else, shhhh, get your mind out of the gutter... seriously, what's wrong with you? I can't help you if you make this into smut, you know?
I put her flesh in my mouth -- just to be clear, this is a chunk of flesh that has been cut out of her, as opposed to anything that's still attached to her, definitely not a sexual thing -- but before I could even chew the foul chunk, my body reflexively spit it out, and I felt like I was about to vomit.
"...oh, right. That is technically long-dead flesh. Just searing it a little isn't going to remove the human aversion to devouring putrefied meat." Her voice was amused.
"Let's see if you're still laughing when I drink your blood."
She watched with interest as I took a sip from the wine glass, then immediately spit out her blood and made a face.
I sighed. "Sorry."
A slight shrug of her shoulders. "Just as well. It's not that unusual in vampire stories when you drink vampire blood, you become one. I'm not sure if this is one of those, though."
I shuddered, and stepped back. "If I did... then you couldn't drink my blood! Yeah, let's swap back roles now." I unchained her, and she swept me up into her arms and pressed a kiss against my lips, then little kisses trailing down my cheek and my neck.
"Thanks for keeping your gender vague enough so anyone could self-insert easily into you, pet... I'm going to suck your blood now," she said softly.
My body shuddered in fear and anticipation. "But not in a smutty way," I clarified softly.
She laughed darkly as she wrapped her arm around my waist to hold me in place as she licked my neck like she did right before she sunk her fangs into me, eliciting a soft whine from my lips. "No, my dear blood pet-- not in a smutty way at all."
