#zilya fae

[aller-geez]

After nearly 17 hours, and 39000 strokes of my Apple Pencil, I finally finished my new cover photo for my blog with all EIGHTEEN OCs from A Shifter’s Tale.

It also matches the new pastel purple vaporwave/glitchcore theme I’ve been slowly adding to my blog~ ✨

@thekinkyleopard owns Levi, Alistar, Connie, Biziil, Elex, Syphus, Zilya, and Blythe.

[aller-geez]

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Ugh I stg Tassya fics are always so god damn hot 🫠🫠🫠🫠

TAKE MEEEEE

Just This Once

A Zilya x Tass Canon Sequel

Sequel to Caught’cha!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Blood drinking kink, Casual Snz Insert, Smut,

Dom/Sub, induce

Description: Zilya took a huge risk choosing to punish Tass for snooping, rather than feeding themselves. They feel weak. Tass feels…guilty? Empathetic? He can’t place it but offers the vampire a taste to get them back on their feet….but it goes too far.

Author’s Notes: Horny on main! Horny on main! Horny on main! 🥳🥳 I just wanna write vampire smuuuuuut sorry not sorry 😂 @aller-geez did the cover art and owns Tassian!

It was miserable, Zilya couldn’t get out of their coffin, they hadn’t been this weak in centuries. Not since they had been a slave. Hunger hadn’t ever really been a problem but with the cold winter months turning everything to hibernation, and the hunting seasons getting longer, producing less and less for the vampire to consume. It was taking its toll. The last few days, not another animal in sight.

They tried, gripping the sides of the wooden containment taking a deep breath to heave themselves over but only managing to flop halfway out like a dead fish. Groaning with displeasure and disdain. “Whyyyyy…” they moaned through the horrendous inability to get to their feet. Suddenly, the sound of a gentle jingle began to titter its way across the space. Abyss, their little black papillon familiar, cautiously waltzing toward her master with an ever so softened look across her little puppy face.

“Mommy doesn’t feel…..right….little love…” Zilya sighed through lips that barely moved. The little dog whimpering softly, before brandishing their hand in tender dog kisses, almost offering herself to them. “Oh…my sweet girl….never you,” managing to muster up a loving smile toward his ever so faithful companion. “Too small….and precious…go, go back to bed….darling,” their voice was staggered as they fought between breathing and staying awake. They wouldn’t die. Vampires do not die from starvation, but they will go comatose until they are given blood. A defense mechanism of sorts.

The little black dog huffed helplessly through her tiny muzzle before tick tacking her way back to a very large and fluffy dog bed. She did not sleep but kept her worried gaze on her debilitated owner.

At this same moment of their pathetic current existence, Tassian came storming inside the room, flinging his dead cellular device back and forth, clearly distraught. “Look! We need electricity, I am SICK of having to go into town to charge my charging block, just to charge my phone. This is my litera-…” he paused, the creature that was normally so strong and alert, practically a puddle on the stone floor now. “H-Hey….?” His entire demeanor changed, what was this? This wasn’t normal? Tassian now fully concerned, got closer to the splayed vampiric lord.

“Leave me to dieeeeee…..” Zilya grumbled through a lazy throat, both of them surprised they could muster the strength to even speak they looked so poorly. Sunken eyes, more so than average, normally pale white scleras now blood shot, and their veins were almost bursting from behind their scarred flesh.

“Wait, no, seriously, Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” Tassian asked with a more softened tone now, dismissing his previous woes.

“I-I’m just…so hungry….” The vampire responded, slowly shifting their gaze to look up at the other’s face.

“Shit that’s right….you haven’t fed…” The Jackalope cursed, looking down at the sunken creature with guilt, and slight frustration with themselves.

“Nope…. Too busy and-….” When they were suddenly cut off by the other’s nervous assumptions.

“Hey! I never asked you to-…” Zilya let out a breathless chuckle and shook their head.

“Food shortage as well….not your fault….” Tassian automatically feeling bad yet again for even suggesting he’d become a burden to the immortal within a few days.

“O-oh….right….” His gaze shifted, he looked toward the ground now, but still reaching over he to gently pat the weakened creature’s shoulder in an effort to comfort themselves both.

“Leave me….come spring…..bring blood….” Zilya spoke with genuine despair, trying to roll their eyes shut to accept a fate that wasn’t necessarily theirs for certain.

“Spring?? No way! I need you! What if someone invades the castle? You can’t expect me and Abyss to hold anyone back!” Aby looked up, her head turning sideways at the sound of her name, but without it being her master’s voice, she simply returned to her previous position. Tass panicked looking around and then furrowing his eyebrows with utter desperation he couldn’t stop the next sentence that came out his mouth. “What if I fed you?”

“You?” The vampire’s eyes now slowly slid back open, raising a thin brow curiously.

“Yeah, just this once, you could….drink from me….JUST !!!” He paused, his voice getting very loud, very serious, Zilya squinted in agony. “Don’t kill me please,” the other almost wanted to laugh at such an Insinuation, but it was valid. As intelligent as they were, they were so hungry they weren’t cognitive to the very real fact this would be their first time drinking from another person, ever.

“I….wont,” they spoke with a softened voice that still somehow exuded confidence, brows furrowed inward with determination. Still desperate to keep themselves conscious. 

“Okay well…uh…here let me….” He helped drag the vampire fully back into their coffin, but sliding Z into a sitting positon. The vampire helping by keeping themselves steady, gripping each side of the coffin’s edge. “Okay, and then I guess I’ll….just…” sliding into the coffin, getting themselves accompanied in Zilya’s lap.

They hadn’t been this close since Tass got busted snooping in places he shouldn’t. Which, as much as he enjoyed it, he couldn’t just let the vampire think they could just, own him. Pft. Right?…despite how much that secretly turned him on.

Despite his carnal lust, his natural instincts to adjust and adapt in relation to a predator, were far greater. He had learned relatively quick to ask permission for almost everything he did. It was slightly bothersome to the once lonely vampire. Someone always asking them to do, or for, something. Though, they had to admit, they did enjoy the influence they realized they now had on the castle guest. Being on the other end of this little, dance.

“Okay….” Zilya closed their eyes, responding back, to more than anything, keep themselves from passing back out and hibernating for the next several weeks. Tass took a deep breath in and slowly removed his shirt to make it all around easier to deal with.

“Okay…go uh…g-go ahead,” His legs trembled and his heart raced, Zilya reached out and placed a palm down upon it. They smiled.

“Thee is shaking….” Making a casual note out loud that almost sounded concerned.

“Well yeah! Not every damn day you feed a vampire on purpose! Can you just, okay?” Zilya chuckled breathlessly, shaking their head now with an almost solemn response.

“No,” a simple word, but one that carried enough weight to slap the other across his ego. What did the vampire mean NO.

“What?” His brows fell and crossed inward, the fuck was this guy’s problem?

“No,” Zilya repeated simply.

“Why?” Taking a slow deep breath in, Tassian thought maybe there was a reason, some sort of connection between the answer and his offer.

“Thee is scared….I can’t….it’s not….” Shaking their head slowly, trying not to make themselves too dizzy with the motion.

“I’m not scared,” his brows tightened at the other’s response, avoiding eye contact as he looked down at his hands, his body sitting across the weakened vampire’s lap.

“Thy legs….are shaking….heart racing….” Z simply didnt want Tassian to know what it felt like. To be used. To be a meal. It felt wrong. There was too many moral paradoxes to this situation, Zilya just didn’t want to scare the Jackalope away.

“Promise…it’s not fear,” he wasn’t lying, truthfully, it wasn’t every day that something like this came to be. He had just realized Vampires were real and if they’re hot, why not right? Couldn’t be that big of a deal.

“Okay…thou is certain?” Zilya looked back up to meet the other’s gaze, searching for any sparkle of doubt but only seemed to find first time jitters.

“Oh my g-…just…okay?” Tassian now mustered up the courage to look the vampire deep within their tired, glossy gaze and beg for it. Truthfully tired of playing this back and forth game, he was already more than mentally prepared. “Please,” confident now he repeated himself, his face freshly painted in a bright pink flush.

There was something that had long ago been locked down and snuffed out. A feral part of Zilya that they had not yet discovered til that moment a few days ago, and here it was. Back again. When that please dripped off Tassian’s lips. They leaned closer, mouth just barely grazing the soften skin of his neck, mere inches away, the sensation caused the Jackalope to tremble.

Tassian held his breath and within a few seconds as Zilya extended their long teeth with a stretch of their jaw, they pierced through the elastic flesh. A sharp gasp could be heard from the small male’s stuttering lips, hands shaking as they reached for the lapels on the vampire’s coat, gripping them desperately. The sharpened chill of Zilya’s teeth penetrating his neck, was a temporary feeling. The one that came after was what caused his body to suddenly start twitching and gently convulsing. Like a cold burn that ignited every one of his nerves to stand at attention.

Zilya had never drank blood from another living being beside his Masters, this was so incredibly new. They almost couldn’t believe the feeling of it. The taste, the connection, the power of it. Zilya’s fingers tightened within the little hybrid’s locks of hair, pulling the other’s neck closer to them. The vampire moaned, dangerously, a deep guttarl sound that surprised them both, their body feeling stronger every passing second they drank.

Tassian’s eyes rolled back in his head, mouth falling open while he squeaked another pleasured mewl from what little he could breathe. “Z-Zilya…” warning the other, unsure how long it had even been but his voice wasn’t very assertive, and the vampire ignored him. It fueled them.

Zilya grunted again, pushing, hovering, looming over the slowly shrinking Jackalope, overwhelmed with a sense of lust, intoxicated by it, realizing they could feel both theirs and his combined. The little hybrid wasn’t lying, he wasn’t scared. Gods. They weren’t sure they could stop. If ecstasy was a liquid, Zilya had found it. Slowly while the strength began to return to their body, Zilya’s grip tightened, and desperately they continued sucking the younger almost dry.

Tass moaned, pushing himself further into the numbing, ice cold pierce of Z’s fangs, his body twitched as his blood supply grew less, and less. Dancing on the edge of life and death they both let out a series of desperate grunts, moans and whimpers. Without conscious thought, Zilya began to move his hands away and tug at the jackalope’s jeans, and his own. The pleasure becoming too great, now they moved upon their hunger.

The frantic movement, the sudden exposure, Tassian began to fluster with several different emotions, but unable to push past the feral lust the two of them now shared. “W-wait….” he gasped his eyes fighting to open, fluttering, the other’s mouth tightening around his flesh. “Z-Zilya w-wait….” He tries again his palms pushing at the other’s chest. The vampire grunts, angrily, animalistically.

At this point they had stopped extracting blood, aware they were playing with fire if they stole but a drop more. Yet, Zilya refused to let go, now pushing their new connection, Tass, could hear the creature’s voice echo inside his skull.

“Hm? Is this not what thee desires? I can taste it in thy blood….thee wishes to be mine….” Like rhythms dancing and bouncing around his suddenly empty head, his body flushed, wanting. Tass whimpered as his resolves weakened, unable to brush through the fog. He couldn’t lie his way out, they were connected, he was exposed and as terrifying as that was to Tass, it was blatantly erotic. No one could ever have such control over him like this, no one else could make his body feel like it may just explode with so little to show for it. Zilya snarked from behind the tightened clench of his jaw, still clasped to Tass’s neck. “Figured as much…”

Once again, the vampire continued their motions to strip the other of his lower clothing, and ripping off the underwear that protected him underneath. Tassian blushed deeply, his eyes fluttering to stay alert, but his body had no problem responding to every slide of Zilya’s fingers across his heated flesh. “Hah~…” he gasped from behind his trembling lips, Z’s cold hands touched his inner thighs, spreading him apart and toying with the other’s clenching cheeks. “Surrender to thy wants my little prey….stop denying ourselves this moment…I can feel thy needs growing stronger…..” Tassian could hear the vampire’s chocolate tone melting inside his cranium, and they were right. He wanted it so terribly bad, for the first time in probably his entire life, he was desperate for it. If nothing really, he was just too chicken shit to admit it. His body trembling, palms grasping now at the fabric of Zilya’s ruffled shirt pulling them closer to him. Trying to signal the vampire in any way he could that he was slipping away from reality. Their bodies brushed up against one another, and Zilya took their opportunity.

Swiftly taking themselves out of their own pants, and teasingly rutting their rock hard length up against Tass’s own twitching cock. With hesitation, the vampire finally unlatches their mouth from the smaller’s now weeping neck. Lines of crimson trickled down his scarred and slashed shoulder. Zilya took notice of the other’s afflictions, curiously like their own. Was this what connected them? Two tortured souls, come to be one?

They spoke not a word as they stripped themselves of their shirt, exposing their bare scarred flesh. Littered in degreeing bite sizes. Tassian reaches up with shaking palms to trace them with the pads of his fingers tips.

Zilya’s eyes were brighter now, the blood having drained from their scleras. Yet, they avoided the other’s gaze when he laid touch upon their many scars. The dominant being suddenly a hint of shy, they weren’t used to this level of vulnerability, nor intimacy, neither of them were. As both bodies led with instinct rather than permission.

The vampire reached for the jackalope’s hand, bringing it upwards to place gentle kisses across the younger’s softened fingers. “I trust you,” fell out of Tassian’s mouth as he watched the other adorn his fingers.

Zilya let this sink in, reluctant yet lustful eyes brought themselves back to meet his little mate’s gaze. Neither of them said anything more, as Zilya’s tongue slid from between his lips and captured Tassian’s index and middle digits. Coating them, purposefully. The dark haired male could only gaze with a slightly agap jaw, lids fluttering as desire filled him. No one had ever done such a thing, he couldn’t look away, almost curiously, he slipped another digit in the mix. Zilya now taking the fingers into their mouth fully, slipping and twisting their dampened tongue around each finger.

Tassian whimpered almost soundlessly while he watched, his cheeks redder, unbelieving of the display, but as fast as the moment came, it also went when the fingers fell out of the warm cavern within seconds. “Take your fingers, and insert them….” They paused, grabbing the other’s wet hand and leading it toward Tass’s puckered entrance. “Here…..” pink eyes hungry as they gazed over the male’s twitching hole. As much as they hated to, they looked away but only to meet the other’s face once more. “Nothing else….fail to follow thine instructions….” Leaning closer, his words now trailing directly into the smaller’s ear drum. “And face consequences, understood?” Zilya asked with an authoritative calmness that brought Tassian to a shiver. “Understood?” Their tone tighter now, more aggressive, inpatient, as they awaited confirmation.

“U-Understood…” Tassian could hardly breathe, between being light headed from blood loss and euphoria. The Jackalope reached between his thighs and with slickened digits, pushed through his cheeks and started to tease and work his hole. His eyes slid shut, tight, squeezed with force, Zilya glared.

“Look at me,” voice commanding, almost cold. Tassian slowly slipped his orange orbs back open, only for his eyebrows to fold upward.

“H-Hn…I f-feel so…l-lewd…please Zilya….” Their gazes never broke, and the vampire’s lips spread into a thin, but satisfied smirk.

“I love the way my name sounds from thine lips….” They expressed this in more of a relieved sigh, than solid words. Zilya’s own lidded gaze sweeping upon his conquest’s movements. “Just stay like that, my dove,” licking their lips they reached down within the the pile of discarded clothing. Out they pulled from the inside of their crumpled jacket, that same, feather.

“Z-Z…?” Tassian questioned nervously, but unable to express himself properly as he felt his fingers massaging and wiggling inside his own body, length twitching and leaking against his stomach.

“I was considering a little treat for you, treasure, what do you say?” Licking their lips hungrily. “Don’t you want to feel really good?” The words were so tantalizing while they left the creature’s mouth and as Tassian watched with his glossy orange orbs, Zilya twisted and turned the familiar feather he had become acquainted to a few days prior. Looking between it, Zilya and trying to keep his eyes open as he pushed his fingers in and out of himself, all he could do was whimper pathetically in response.

“H-hAh ~…” silently inviting the other forward, Zilya leaned in, watching intently swiping the feather across his nostrils in a quick, teasing motion. It beckoned forth that feeling. That prickle, the static of an oncoming storm.

“Say please,” Zilya demanded gently, voice a bit tender as they leaned in close.

“Hnn….” It wasn’t that Tassian didn’t want to answer, it’s that he found himself at a cross roads of being unable to speak without finding himself fighting for his life not to blow. His nose scrunched, and his head tightened. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before it was to come flying out of him.

“Say, please,” The vampire persisted, causing the smaller male to make a decision. He chose, wisely.

“Please…” Zilya smirked at the success of having such an effect on the smaller male. Licking his lips again, they drew the feather closer once more, pushing and twisting the object into Tassian’s already huffing nose. The flickering gasps of air only causing the feather tendrils to split and tickle his inner walls. Watching the younger squirm helplessly underneath their antics and pleasuring himself was enough to send Zilya over the brink of control.

“Come on little rabbit, I know you have it in there…” praising the struggling Jackalope, leading him through it. “AHT, AHT, don’t get too distracted now, my darling Prey,” goading the black haired male while his fingers continued to twirl and shove the feather across the other’s twitching nose.

Tassian’s breathing hitched, and caught. His eyes watering and he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Actually, he went to open his lips to say something and all that came out was a loud, over due, unfiltered sneeze. “ehh’SCZTIEW!” He sprayed across Zilya’s flickering hand, the pressure that had built within his head finally releasing. It felt entirely too good as he continued to pleasure himself through it.

“Mmh, you can do better than that…” Zilya clicked their tongue with mild disappointment, slipping their body between Tassian’s legs and in between relentlessly tickling at the jackalope’s poor nostrils, that now started to leak, the other hand reached to stroke their length. “Give me something special, puppet,” purring with a lustfilled drawl, pushing the tip of their cock at the other’s fingers, signaling them to move with assertive action.

“Ah-…I-…H-hih’ESCH’iew!!” Releasing them as they came, Tassian felt the reserve of holding back at a loss while they both relished in the desires between them. “S-so full…it’s soo full….Zilya please….” Whimpering, he tried to sniffle his sinuses clear, loudly. “SNDdffF!!” To no use but the fact this was doing something for the vampire, made it acceptable for him to otherwise ditch the efforts.

“Shhh, that’s okay, little dove….feel how full you are…embrace it,” taking in a deep, sultry breath the vampire pushed their way forward, teasing, pricking and poking at his entrance. “I’m about to make you fuller…” Tassian whimpered weakly, the softened object still fluttering across his sensitive face. He blushed, he bit his lower lip, and his reddened nosey dribbled slowly as Zilya’s actions persisted.

“Z-Zily-Hhhhhh…..” his nose stretched and scrunched, another one almost stuck as he himself used what little strength he had left in his sore neck to alleviate it. Almost like a cat rubbing against their owner’s leg, the Jackalope pushed and nuzzled the feather, praying to get the stubborn sneeze out. In time Zilya watched this motion, sucking their lower lip with blissful agony, they couldn’t take it anymore.

Zilya plunged deep within the small male, who cried out in pleasure only for his echoing sounds to be cut off with an explosion. His body tightened, muscles clasped around the vampire’s hard, thrusting cock, they shuddered. A mistral cloud of saliva fell upon their flesh and Zilya’s delicate breaths became labored inhales and shaky exhales. Hips snapped forward to soak their cock in convulsions while Tassian spasmed around them. “HIXTTSHH’ieu!” Zilya dropped the feather and brought both their palms under Tass’s tightened jaw, using it as leverage, they also pushed their foreheads together.

“So fucking good for me, aren’t thee?” Their voice almost possessive the way it trickled out of Z’s mouth, the vampire snipped and licked at Tassian’s swollen, wet lips. “My delicious treat,”

“S-so….good,” the submissive repeated, almost completely broken from all the forcible pressure still ailing him.

“Hm, thy like that don’t thee? Like when I make thee release from thine head to thy groin?” The vampire snickered, eyes still casing the jackalope’s twisted face. Pleasured, mouth hanging slightly open, a small wet line that trailed from his left nostril, around his mouth, and down his jaw. “Thy looks so ravishing…certainly thee has another for me?” Never breaking eye contact as they spoke with a shakey, raspy voice. “I’m so close, puppet…” their hands grew tighter as they gripped his head. Tassian’s sinuses still swollen enough that he was almost certain he could oblige. Quickly, almost too quickly the smaller nodded his head in response and waited.

Unexpectedly, Zilya brought their face extremely close, brushing their lips just gently upon one another, dropping a soft, tender kiss, before breaking away. They then used the tip of their own nose to bump and skate past the other’s in a motion almost as light as the feather.

This was far more intimate than what he had pictured, had in mind, expected? He labored, gasping slowly, huffing. Zilya continued his movements, tenderly thrusting himself within the other’s flushed body while working delicately to squeeze one last blow from the melting jackalope.

“Hnnn…hmm….” Tassian focused, his eyes squeezed shut.

“You can do it, my little puppet, I know you can,” egging and encouraging the dark haired male, their bodies starting to glisten with sweat while Zilya’s hips worked to fill and pleasure Tassian’s hole.

“Aaahh…H-..Hh’Ik'shiew!” His throat had tightened up, and his eyes squeezed shut as the sneeze racked through him. Arms flexing and twitching with instinct to cover himself, but the vampire lay in his way.

“There it is, I’m so proud of thee…” Zilya’s eyes sparkled with admiration as their cock pulsed inside Tass’s tightened walls. “Shit…” they hesitated before their hips snapped wildly. “Shit I’m gonna fuckin….cum…fuck…” the jackalope had never heard so many foul words come out the other’s usually eloquent mouth. Tassian reached down and stroked himself loosely, fingers teasing and slipping over his sensitive head.

“M-Me too….” Responding breathlessly as his orange eyes locked onto Zilya’s pleasured expressions, watching their face twist the closer they reached their peak.

“Yeah? My little treasure’s going to blow? Hm? Tell me…tell me, I want to hear thy lips speak it…,” the words that fell out of their mouth were surely commanding but also a hint of desperate, needy.

“You’re going to make me cum, Zilya…” the words that echoed inside of the vampire’s ears were silky, erotic and while the smaller blushed brightly he used a tone that could only be described as utterly sinful.

Zilya’s hips buckled and shoveled themselves deep inside the other’s hole as far back as their cock would reach before spilling over. They continued to pump, loosely, in uncalculated motions while the jackalope continued to jerk his length, before also, completely over flowing himself. “Fuuuuuuuuck…..” Tassian whispered in a long, strained tone, moistened eyes had fallen back inside his head.

The vampire watched with hungry, lidded pupils, their hips still slowly rocking, almost unwilling to pull out. “I don’t want to stop….” They admitted lazily, tired eyes still drinking the other in.

“Then absolutely don’t…” this time Tassian wrapped his legs tightly around the vampire’s waist, ensuring there would be no where for the creature to go. Besides for round two.

“Good” taking the opportunity, Zilya moved to thrust their arms under the other’s motions. Lifting the jackalope’s legs now, they hooked at each of the vampire’s strong arms in a very tightened missionary position, their dribbling cock still hard as it continued to barrel through him.

“F-Fuck…Z-Zilya….” Their foreheads pressed together while lips barely touched one another. Savoring each the other’s hot, ragged breath against their own.

“Say it again…my name…say it again….” they couldn’t get enough. For once, someone wanted them, was desperate for them, was a pathetic mess, for them. The power, the ego. Zilya’s hips snapped harder, faster, as the smaller’s pleas fueled their hunger.

“Zilya….” Tassian carelessly gave in, it mattered not how much it inflated Zilya’s head, or how it made him look in fact. For once the jackalope was finding pleasure in sex, someone on the same wavelength as him.

“Again, ” the vampire growled from deep within the pit of his chest.

“Zilya,” the dark haired male obliged, every time, happy to provide, grateful to serve. He would say it a million times if needed.

“I want to carve the sound of thy voice into my brain…Say. It. Again” they almost spat with a lust fueled rage whilst they commanded more.

“Zillyyyaaa…” His body bounced while the vampire roughly fucked him into the tightened, yet cushioned space of Zilya’s wide coffin. Though it was made with the intention of extra elbow room, it served just enough space to plow the shorter jackalope.

“Shhhhh……it…” shoveling their arms underneath the smaller male now, Zilya hooked themselves around his arms and gripped the jackalope’s sweating and scarred shoulders. They pushed their hips upward once more and came again, this time sure the orange eyed prey would leak from overflow.

Tassian gasped, body tightening around them, he hadn’t felt pleasure like this before, continuous, desirable….it was almost addictive. Dangerously considering never stopping, almost completely hooked. Drunk off the Vampire’s essence and how every inch of motion just felt rightfully connected to him. This would easily become addictive. Tassian knew, this was only the start.

His back arched and he moaned helplessly at the feeling of Zilya’s cum filling him up. His own body succumbing to pleasure as he milked his length for a second orgasm, body pulsating, and twitching under the vampire that was trying to desperately keep themselves from collapsing onto the smaller’s frame.

“If I…don’t stop….” Pulling their twitching, leaking length out from Tass’s greedy hole, they both gasped for air, trying to peel themselves apart. “I never will….thy body is addictive…sweet treasure,” Zilya managed to crack a half smirk from his tired, and spent expression.

“I won’t lie…I’m pretty sure that was the best sex of my life…” finally taking a moment to catch his breath, the jackalope slumped from within the space.

“Me as well,” Zilya admitted, sitting back on their heels they ran their hands up to tie back the locs that had fallen from their once pinned state. Securing it all in a bun with a long stray loc.

“Hey, you don’t need to say that just because I did, you’re like what? 1000?” Chuckling with slight embarrassment. He couldn’t have been that good, surely the vampire had been around the block or two.

“700, and thy would be surprised….but I speak the truth, thee is truly a drug…I worry for thine safety if I can maintain my control,” raising a cocky brow, they snickered followed by a slow bite of their lip.

“W-well….uh…” blushing profusely, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was this immortal creature’s best? A drug? Someone so beautiful….so interesting….liked him? He cleared his throat. “Then, don’t,”

“Don’t control myself?” Zilya was incredibly confused, they’d never met someone like this, what did he mean?

“Yeah, don’t….I’ll be yours but…” now the other was looking away, avoiding eye contact as he stuck himself out on a limb.

“But?” Intrigued with what the other had to offer, Zilya listened closely, looking the other’s nervous body expression over for clues.

“You have to also be mine….” It came out sort of mumbled, not entirely the confidence he’d been going for but there was something so exotic about the immortal that flustered him.

“Deal,” Zilya shrugged simply, reaching a hand out to make it official.

“Deal?” Tassian looked over now, hesitantly, but looked over none the less, and slowly…took the other’s hand, as they shook on it.

“Deal…now get the absolute hells back over here…it’s been centuries I have a lot to make up for,” gripping the back of Tassian’s head the vampire initiated him back in for hours more of newly discovered bliss.

The End

Author’s Notes: OOPS IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY PRIORITIES HAVE BEEN WHACK AF. I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate like an insatiable beast. WE ALLLLLL KNOW who Zilya is based off okay…..Don’t talk to me T^T anyways this was probably the hottest fic I’ve ever written, personally. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[ophiaihel]

hey mir! can i join your family? my name is eden, character: zilya, she's average height, lean, delicate-framed but also sharp-looking (does that make sense?), with pale skin, black eyes and short wine red hair; she looks a bit like a fae? quote: her blood looked beautiful on the snow.

of course! sorry for the wait, you’ve been added here, love!

join the pen & dagger family!

[avalonianrising]

Okay, hold on, I just gotta’...according to that thing, lemme see here:

Bogsneak (Slimy Swamp King): None...yet.

Coatl (Angry Bird Man): Dang it, it’s Halmista...

Fae (Scantily Clad Twink): Azania, Ryann, Zilya* (*Scantily clad, yes. Twink? Heeell no. She big...for a Fae, at least.)

Guardian (Buff Mom Friend): ...okay, that’s...yeah...all of them...

Imperial (Edgy(TM) Royalty w/ Long Hair): /sweats Okay--royalty, I only have one. And she’s only technically royalty. Most of them have long hair, but a there’s a decent amount who don’t.

Mirror (Strange Dog in Disguise??): None, and I’m surprised. :’D

Nocturne (Magic Fairy Lady): Nope! Now if you wanna’ go magic fairy fella’...then it’s Nahbi...

Pearlcatcher (Rich Snob w/ Too Much Jewelry): ...Riordan...it’s always Riordan...

Ridgeback (Nose): Actually, no one’s really...nose-y in ‘jinka form. Maybe Eirik a little.

Skydancer (Probably gay. Dances.): Niamh, Gazsi, Narcissus...(Fireflies, man.)

Snapper (BARA TIDDY): Emblem. Defs Emblem. I don’t have a lot of Snappers, but yeah...

Spiral (Grinning or Way Too Serious): G r i m s h a w. Serious Spiral...same with Ezhno...no one’s really the grin-y type, tho’.

Tundra (BARA TIDDY...w/ Long Hair): Aaactually...none of them. I love buff fluffs, tho’. Claymore’s the buffest of fluffs, but her hair isn’t that long. She’s not even that buff.

Wildclaw (Edgy Royalty(TM) w/ Short Hair): The closest I can get is edgy w/ short hair--and that’s Tirumala. None of the few I have are royalty, tho’.

Not as bad as I thought...ah man, that’s funny, tho’.

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For the last round of OCs (Indigeaux doesn’t have one cause I haven’t developed her as an OC yet….. and of course Sy will not have one bc child OC)

We have Sven and Elex, Perry, and Zilya and Tassian~

(Keep an eye out for whenever I get the ambition to draw/conceptualize our newest Succubus & Fallen Angel lesbian OCS 😂)

@thekinkyleopard owns Elex and Zilya 🩶

[aller-geez]

Get to know: Zilya Faê

( @thekinkyleopard owns)

27 (700) // Non-Binary He/They // Pan-Demiromantic // Elven Vampire

Full name: Zilya Fae

Nickname:Z, Zilly, Zil

Date Of Birth: Doesn’t Remember

Big Three: Gemini

Physical Appearance —

Age: 27

Eye Color: Faded albino pink

Hair Color: White Locs with Pink highlights

Weight: 132 pounds

Height: 6’0

Race: Elven Vampire

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Septum, loc charms with dangling crystals, beauty marks under their eye, nose and by their mouth, 3 claw slash marks across his face from his master, Elven ears fully pierced, pentagram with crescent moons on each side “tramp stamp” lower back branding from captivity, bite mark scars all over their body, easily covered with long sleeves, long coats and pants.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Their historical and fictional knowledge, intelligence and innate ability to remain calm under pressure

Greatest Weakness: Their loyalty and fear of being alone

Soft Spot: Nocturnal creatures, dogs, children and Tass

Mannerisms: Amazing posture, speaks in broken old English dialect, socially awkward, either makes too much eye contact or not enough, “Fun Fact” type of MF

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Zilya used to tell stories to the younglings of their coven, it used to bond them together and it gave them a sense of belonging and comfort. Every night they would create/write a new story for the vamplings before they’d go to bed.

Zilya thinks that technology is rotten and has been the biggest downfall to all creature-kind. It creates blocks and obstacles in one’s mind and finds it to be a waste of time. Doesn’t have a cell phone. Refuses to get one even when Tass begs them.

Zilya once helped a human to freedom, one that was captured by the coven set to be drained, and to save her from such a fate, they helped her break free. It cost him a large scar across his face when his master found out, was also often starved as punishment.

Zilya is a plant parent; loooooves plants, loves herbology, loves potions and crystals, anything that comes from Mother Earth is viewed as magical and useful to Zilya.

Zilya is a necromancer, they can talk to the dead, possess a recently deceased body momentarily, reanimate a recently deceased body for as long as they can keep concentration on the spell, and summon the God of Death (can bargain if Death is in a good mood) loves to go to grave yards to speak with the deceased. Both the spirits and Z find it comforting

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

The Sun! They dont burn like they used to when first turned, they actually wound up making a potion for themselves but mixed a very important ingredient incorrectly and a huge side effect of the potion is they can be in the sun but it causes them severe fits; the ingredient having made them allergic to sunlight

How severe are they?

Severe. The sun causes them uncontrollable fits until they’re back within the safety of the shadows

Do they get sick often?

Not too often as they’re immortal but can catch whatever Alistar, Kanai, Perry and any demon can pick up. Whatever can get past Hellion immune systems can also effect the Vampire

How bad is it usually?

They hate it, it’s not nearly as bad as what everyone else experiences but typically they hide away in their coffin when sick

Do they stifle?

Yes if they can help it, because they fear the mess it’ll make if they don’t (hates their own messes but loves when their partner is messy)

How loud are their sneezes?

Stifled, soft & airy

What do they sneeze into?

They have a little kerchief kept on their person at all times just incase

How often do they sneeze?

Not terribly often unless induced or exposed to the sun

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

It’s a drawn out build up usually when induced, but in the sun it’s almost instantly a fit

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

In the sun it’s sudden and instant, when it’s induced, takes a minute to build up

Do they sneeze in public?

No!!!! They have the fet and it’s extremely embarrassing for anyone to hear them sneeze unless a trusted person

Some examples of their sneezes?

Tss’ssh’huhh!

H’ihtsh!

Tss’k’hih!

Backstory —

Zilya was born into a hard working family of wood Elves, but their family was starving to death, and the youngest children were sure to waste away. Without realizing what he was giving up in exchange for some comfort and wealth, Adonis had to trade away his most valued asset. Not realizing it would be his first born child, Zilya. Along with losing their eldest child the family would also lose their memories of Z ever having belonged to their family in the first place. Zilya was then whisked off to a small community of goblins that used Zilya for all their dirty work.

For 14 years, from the time they were 13, Zilya did manual labor, child care, and otherwise whatever the hell the goblins wanted. Until, a vampire by the name of Vindicus came in and slaughtered the entire village, noting the young Elven slave, seeing potential, Vinny took the captive and brought them back to the coven, deciding to try something he had failed at many times, but this time was different. Half turning someone by only completely the process by 75%. Normally, Vindicus tries with humans, goblins, or shifters, but never an Elf. Being his first success, Zilya became Half immortal.

For the next 573 years Zilya was used as a feeding bag for the coven of 15. They would feed from places that could be easily hidden, case they ever needed to send the captive out. Zilya was capable of consistently supplying blood, human blood, but there was never a limit as they were partially immortal. It couldn’t kill them to loose blood, no matter how much, as their body just produced more. Making them the perfect backup for laying low, and sparse hunting seasons. They could go in homes uninvited, live forever (within reason) produce unlimited blood, have all the charisma and cunning of a vampire. It was excellent was it not? Not really. He was soul tied to Vinny til one of them died, the sun wasn’t deadly, but it certainly didn’t feel good, and they were nauseous (as well as delusional) all the time from consistently being fed on and starved out. Another thing they couldnt do, drink their own blood. Relying on their master for the mercy to drink from him when teetering the edge of life and starvation.

Zilya was never regarded for having emotions, feelings, personality or truly even existing. When the spawn wasn’t feeding one of their coven mates, they were writing children’s stories, reading books from the library, reading their stories to the vamplings. Zilya always did have a softer spot for children. Their family may have forgotten them, but Zilya remembers their 3 younger siblings almost as clear as the day they were last back at home.

Zilya lived a very lonely life, often reminded they were disposable, that Vindicus cracked the code and all they needed to do was find more like Zilya. Vinny’s ultimate goal to have a feeding fleet.

However, they were infiltrated by Vindicus’ ex lover and competition, Armin. The two had become vampires together, out of love to save Vinny from an illness and have eternal life together. Yet, Vindicus couldn’t control the urges for power and the two wound up becoming enemies. Armin wanting to remain good, Vindicus wanting to take over with a coven army. Armin wound up being able to take down the entire coven. Zilya had begged and pleaded for mercy, explaining they weren’t apart of the coven but a slave to it.

Armin took pity on the spawn, and brought them back to his castle, realizing turning the spawn would be a better decision than leaving them a vulnerable experiment. Together they lived in Armin’s large castle, the elder teaching Zilya about controlling their urges, and resisting the need for power. Armin could see that Z was different than Vinny and had the potential to put forth more good than evil amongst society. For the next 50 years things weren’t so bad, quiet even. Zilya discovered a love for crystals, magic, potion making and herbology.

They were just starting to heal, and get used to the idea that their Master was more of a friend, than someone in charge of them, but Armin was suffering silently. After having killed their lover, their entire existence no longer mattered or made any sense. They’d become a monster to save the one they loved, to preserve the passion and love they shared, only for it to end anyway. Armin leaves one night and turns himself into a monster hunter and never returns to the castle, Zilya left to fend for themselves.

Zilya tries to live amongst society, but their craving for blood never allowed them to stay long before getting chased out for killing too many live stock. Eventually, returning to the castle, only to find it having been worse for ware from environmental tragedies. Doing their best to fix what they could, a little dog, a black papillon finds its way on the property one day when Zilya is out mixing concrete. Immediately Z falls in love with her, and names her Abyss. She is their first company since Armin’s death, and very quickly becomes their most treasured companion, realizing that Mother Earth presented them their very own familiar. Zilya cherishes her. Very soon after Abyss, comes someone that changes Zilya’s existence for all of their eternity. Tassian.

Reference Sheet —

(Coming soon..)

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Zilya Faê & Tassian Raeburn

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Caught’cha! (Tassian sneezes; allergies/induced)

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[aller-geez]

did Geezie really just add 2 (TWO) new OCs to their masterlist? Aren’t they already on Part Two of their OC masterlist bc her and @thekinkyleopard can’t stop making new OCs?

I have nothing to say to defend myself except—

New allergeez & Kezzie OCs dropped guys; I swear, they’re definitely not a dom/sub kink couple 🫠😏🤤

An

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OC Masterlist (cont…)

(May combine this with part 1 eventually when I feel like doing it up on my laptop..)

Sven Wistari

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Oh—

Oh, my— 🫠🫠

This is seriously so fucking hot????

How Z literally coaches him through it while wrapped around him in his COFFIN, feather forced into his nose? 🫨🫠🤤

Poor Tass, HE DIDNT DESERVE BEING BLUE BALLED 😂

Caught’cha

A Zilya x Tassian Canon Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Forced Induce, Dom/Sub, Bratty Sub,

Edging, slight CNC

Description: Tass has been invited to stay in the Vampire’s den. Zilya is trying to remain a good host, but they find the little Jackalope snooping in places he doesn’t belong, and something inside Z snaps.

Based loosely off a prompt by Mochisnz

Author’s Notes: oops another ship. Can you tell what inspired these two ? 🫠🫠🫠 It’s Baldur’s Gate. Ok. Zilya is a product of my unhinged addiction to the new RPG. I needed a vampire OC because god damn does my blood kink run deep. Anyway! I hope you guys love these two 🫠 @aller-geez owns Tass and did the art as usual!

In the night, crept a tall figure, pale salmon eyes scanning over the landscape as if it had a deadline to meet. They did. Zilya was on the hunt, starving after neglecting their thirst for an extra day. It was hard to go out and hunt between campers and nearby hikers. They often found the best times to hunt were the colder months, when people were less likely to be wandering their property. There was a scent, one they’d been trailing for a minute, stalking through the tall unkempt grass of their land.

Under the glowing moonlight, they stay silent as they crept through the brush, eventually the smell of irresistible crimson liquid was getting closer and closer. Then, they spotted them, horns in the distance. More than likely a young buck of sorts. Zilya licked their lips with anticipation, if they lucked out, it would be practically bursting with blood. Almost salivating at the opportunity, the vampire squatted down, keeping those diluted coral eyes locked on target.

Waiting a few moments, making sure the creature wouldn’t stir, Z leapt from position their hands immediately grasping hold of the velvety antlers that essentially was their target. They both collapsed to the ground in a struggle.

“Hey what the fuck?!” A voice cried out upon being tackled. Zilya, realizing sooner rather than later, they were gripping a…hybrid creature of sorts? They scrambled backward, eyes widened with shock.

“Thee…is no buck? What’s this?” Tilting their head with confusion, scanning the creature in front of them. Seemed human, but adorned long ears like a rabbit, and horns like that of a deer. Zilya was properly perplexed, having never heard or seen such a being.

“Yeah, no kidding, I’m a fucking person, you creep! Why’d you do that??” Brushing the dirt off his sleeves, and rear end from having been tackled into the ground, he narrowed his eyes sharply at the practically frozen being in front of him.

“If thee a person why does’t thou look like an animal?” Looking at the other up and down, his dialect threw the jackalope off but he instead crossed his arms over his chest and looked back at the other with a questionable expression.

“You sure ask a lot of questions for someone I don’t know,” throwing out a bit of attitude as a deflection from how absolutely terrified he felt inside. Who was this person? Why were they out here? Why were they manhandling deer at 1 in the morning?

“And thee sure aren’t keen to answering thy questions of thine owner to this property,” Standing straight again, Z also crossed their arms in reflective defense.

“W-what?” Blinking with surprise, it was news to him that anyone owned this hunk of junk land, he couldn’t even remember seeing a house nearby just an old abandoned creepy castle.

“This is my field, I own all 28 acres of this land around the Castle…what? Did thy think it was just free ??” Zilya scoffed at the other, rolling their eyes a bit at the audacity of this land intruder.

“Kinda yeah….well, my bad, I’ve been staying in a tent nearby I hope that’s….cool?” Scratching the back of his shoulder nervously, looking around for an easy escape INCASE the other wanted to turn violent upon learning of his squatting. Never letting his guard down.

“Cool? Thee sleeping outside?” Zilya raised a thin white brow, almost unnerved to hear that someone was just, sleeping outside in the grass.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal though right?” Tassian shrugged his shoulders, it hadn’t been the first time and it wouldn’t be his last, he was like a traveling nomad! Yeah! Not homeless, that sounded….well, pathetic.

“Well if thee need somewhere to sleep, and swear not to drive a stake through my chest…might I offer a stay in the castle til thee find other arrangements?” the tall figure spoke with elegance, almost high society with a slight accent.

“You’re the stranger offering me a place to stay, usually isn’t that the first warning sign that YOU’RE in fact gonna kill me? Also why a stake? That’s oddly specific…” he stepped back one single step, squinting his eyes again.

“Uh, no reason just a metaphor,” Z quickly recovered. If they told the man now, it was bound to scare him off and truthfully, it would be so nice to have company for once. “Zilya Fae, nice to make thy acquaintance,” sticking their hand out for a proper greeting.

“Tass,” the dark haired male responds apprehensively taking the other’s hand in his own. The strange being’s skin was cold to the touch, it caused Tass to shiver unexpectedly, pulling away he looked the other up and down.

“Okay….let me just grab my things and I guess you can just lead the way?” Already starting to walk in the direction of where he was camping out at. Z following close behind.

“Sounds swell, shall I help thou carry thine things? I do have some decently working hands,” they came across a small clearing of grass with a tent, and backpack set up in the middle. Tass walked over to it and began to deconstruct the tent, slipping the parts back into his bag. Rolling up the tarp, and clasping it to the bag it self via straps and buckles.

“No need, it’s all made to be carried in one heave,” Tass shrugged his shoulders simply, he had made sure his setup wasn’t too complicated, or risk losing things when having to leave in a hurry. Together the two walked in awkward silence before reaching the front of the castle, they stopped. Tass was feeling apprehensive, unsure of this decision with how darkened the area was. Clearly no electricity.

This place was strange, completely out the ordinary. Half of the large “abandoned” castle was dilapidated, crumbling at the seams, and the other half was almost unscathed. Possibly a fallen tree or bad storm had taken down the left hand side. Tass looks over at the tall, dark, looming presence in front of him. Does he accept the invitation into the other’s home? His down stretched pierced rabbit ears twitched with caution, it had been so long since he hadn’t slept on the ground….it might be nice.

“You’re sure you’re not going to rip my skin off and wear it like a Halloween costume later?” Raising a questioning brow, taking one step back, with the strange, almost grey skinned, being leering at him. Zilya couldn’t help but let out a genuine chortle of laughter. Almost unsettling how quickly, and exponentially the sound was that escaped them.

“Of course not…I don’t celebrate Halloween,” their attempt at a joke that only caused Tass to hesitate within the doorway as they were making their way in.

“Alright well….can I use the bathroom? It’d be nice to shower,” trying to brush past the awkwardness of the entire conversation, and situation, he figured he could at least get clean before settling into the scariest place he’d ever stepped foot in.

“Sure but, let me start up the broiler, least thee want a cold sho-…” already making their way toward the large hall before he was stopped with Tass’s sudden response.

“I do,” Zilya paused, he turned and looked at the Jackalope with a puzzled expression.

“Thy guest…wants a cold shower?” Nodding in response before they could finish the thought, Tassian interjected.

“Yes, I do,” repeating himself once again, orange eyes looking Zilya up and down for any more context clues of what kind of person he was up against. Truthfully, the Jackalope just didn’t want to burden the other more than he was, but also, couldn’t be left alone in this place nor have the courage to follow the stranger any further into the darkened domicile.

“If that is what thee so wish, I shan’t be the one to cease thine actions…do as thy will, please,” they nodded toward him now. Tassian thought this whole gentleman’s tone was strange, also probably full of shit but they hadn’t seemed to drop the act yet, so he couldn’t help but wonder if this really was just who they were.

“You’re a weird man….” Shaking his head slowly back and forth in bewilderment. He’d never met someone so, peculiar before.

“Oh, I am not a man, but thank you,” Zilya responded almost too casually. Tass couldn’t put his finger on it, there was something off about this person, and not how they identified, everything they were.

“You’re not?” Asking for clarification on what exactly he was confronted with.

“No, I do not identify neither male or female, I simply am Z, or Zilya, nothing more or less,” Tassian nodded with understanding, Zilya just seemed to intrigue him more and more by the minute they spoke. He’d never met someone who didn’t resonate with either male or female before. How interesting.

“Noted, alright then Z, you strange…being you,” floating his hands around like the other was made of magic or from another planet, which made the vampire’s lip turn up into a delighted smirk. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” setting his stuff lazily onto the ground, he rustled through it, picking out a pair of pajamas and his toiletries bag.

“Enjoy!” Neither of them acute enough to realize Tass had never been here before, and it was a relatively gigantic place to be inside of. Tass turned around and waltzed his way through the hall way. After a while of walking, Tass only started to realize, he’d forgotten directions.

He’d also, already made a few turns in hopes his instinct could find where he was going. It couldn’t. Well, he WAS inside a giant cool castle, why not explore then? Creeping around the halls silently the Jackalope turned a corner and noticed a very large stone chamber. “What’s this?” He wondered out loud, stepping through the intricately carved archway. Ivory vines and roses littered the surfaces of trim along the walls of the area, and one large black coffin that stood out, in the middle of the room. “…a coffin?” At first, Tass didn’t think much of it, maybe Z just slept in a coffin. The other was off putting, awkward and weirdly beautiful. It didn’t make sense, until it did.

“Mother fucker….didn’t invite me to be nice, they’re trying to eat me!” He stumbled back, but found himself hitting a wall. Or was it? Zilya quickly brought their hands up to his shoulders and gripped them tightly.

“This doesn’t look like the bathroom to me,” a much darker, and deeper voice than the one he’d met before, echoed from behind him. Tass froze immediately within the other’s grasp.

“I uh…I…you…” taken completely off guard he could speak, like the cat had gotten his tongue.

“I, uh, me? What?” They chuckled after mocking the stuttering jackalope. “That I’m a Vampire? Yes, I am, and thou also, snooping where thee don’t belong,” clicking their tongue with disapproval, there was one thing Zilya didn’t like, was those who couldn’t ask or mind their own. So much for secrecy.

“N-no! You didn’t tell me where t-to go!” Trying to excuse himself of blame. It was true, he didn’t know where to go, but also, there was an easier way to fix that problem besides venturing further into the unknown.

“Thou didn’t think to turn around and ask, hm?” Z turned their head to look up at them now, fingers gripping the prey’s chin tightly.

“I-…..got lost,” his legs buckled, this strange new aura, almost like he was conversing with a whole new person. Was this Z? Or was this the vampire? Were they one and the same? Or was he just manipulated?

“No, thee went SNOOPING,” snapping from their once calm and cool composure, their fingers curled inward as they clasped around the other’s delicate jaw, squeezing it with the intention of showing the other they could easily crush his jaw into dust. Though they wouldn’t. There were two sides of this creature, one they weren’t so proud of, and who they presented to be. They couldn’t control the rage, the bloodlust, the power.

“Get off my ass will you?” Trying to brush the incident off as an accident, and trying to appear tougher than he really was. Truthfully, it was a no big deal Oopsie poopsie moment, but Zilya wasn’t going to let it go. There were morals, principles one should stick by. Snooping someone’s home in the guise of not knowing better, as an adult, was crossing a line.

“No, you need to be punished,” Z stated firmly, towering over the slightly shaking Jackalope.

“W-?! PUNISHED?” What did they mean by that! Surely not….killing him right?

Without a word more, Zilya gripped the other’s throat tightly in their grasp, dragging him over to the coffin, shoveling the lid aside. It crashed to the floor with a loud “Bang” as Zilya crawled inside and forced the male into his lap.

“H- Hey!” Blushing profusely, his heart racing and his body reacting the opposite of which he thought it might be, ya know, being forcibly grabbed by a monster and what not. “Let go! St-stop! Don’t suck my blood!” Protesting loudly.

���Hah! Suck thy blood? I don’t need to do that to teach thee a lesson, please,” ridiculing the other for even suggesting such a low level way to show who’s in charge. “I have other ways of making thee squirm, hm?” With their free hand, Z pulled a single feather out from the inside of their jacket. The feather was black, sleek, that of a raven or crow. Tass watched as it slowly came to his face. “Now thy is going to count to ten, hm? Don’t fuck this up, or thee will start from the beginning,” they gently brushed the softened material against the other’s nose, already twitching and twisting to fight off the sensations it cursed him with.

“N-no! Stop it!” His face tickled, he tried to squirm and fight it but being trapped within Zilya’s grasp was unmatched. His nose already flexing and stretching against the feather.

“Count to 10 without exploding,” Z responded calmly, ignoring the other’s fussing and fighting as they dragged the feather across his ticklish flesh.

“Hnnn…n-no!” Swiping his face back and forth but only making his situation worse by helping the feather move across his nose to a faster pace. He could feel the walls of his nostrils filling up, that familiar itch in the back of his throat, the tingle of movement as it threatened to overflow.

“The faster thee cooperates, the sooner thy will be out of this predicament, now count,” the vampire commanded sternly, never letting up on their affairs. Eyes fixated on every twitch and jerk of Tass’s defiant nose.

“……O-One h-H…” it built up, Z continued to tenderly brush the feather underneath the smaller’s twittering nostrils. His breathe caught in his throat, and he swore it was going to be the end of him, but he had to hold up. He sniffed softly, trying his best to contain any mess from escaping down his face.

“Now two,” Z’s velvet like voice almost brought a sense of comfort now as it softened with each accomplished count. It was a double edged sword, while he hated it, he also found himself reacting positively, his mind frenzied with lust. Yet, he would die before admitting it. He continued to fight.

“T-..hAh-…Hi’—…Two…” he struggled against that one, the feather splitting and tickling upward the little hairs living inside those holes. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to make it.

“Three,” the other continued to encourage him through it, hand delicately wafting and swiping the feather over the very tip of Tassian’s struggling face. All the while, their whole body turned hot, enjoying the sight of this far more than he would have drinking the blood of some random animal tonight. No, he could hold off a few more hours so long as this could satiate something inside of him.

“Th— TS’GKNT!!!” There it went, decorating the vampire’s busy hand in glistening droplets of projectile saliva. Zilya swallowed the urge to moan by biting their lower lip.

“Start over,” clearing their throat, Z’s eyes narrowed, and that domineering attitude was back, almost impossible for Tassian to get a grip over.

“Pl-please…” he tried begging. He couldn’t do it, there would be no way to survive this. He snuffled loudly. “Sndf…”

“No, I didn’t ask thou to beg, I asked thee to count,” again, they were stern, the words harsh as they spoke them. Tass sighed, trying to catch his breath, before soon he found Zilya returning to their motions. It drifted over his nose, cheeks and chin, only for it to get dragged back up, and under his tormented, leaking nose across the top of his shuddering lip. A glimmer of moist sheen reflected off the edge of the feather now making them both aware that Tass was unable to keep up the act much longer.

“Nnnnh..O-One,” Tass tried once more, he would at least put his best foot forward.

“Good, now two,” Pressing him further, Zilya rapidly flittered the top of the softened object against Tassian’s nose, fast and uncalculated.

“Tw-………..” he paused, his breath caught and he hicked slightly before catching himself. His jaw slung open in response but quickly he snapped it shut and swallowed the feeling of it about to burst from within him. “Two,”

“Three,” impressed by the other’s will and strength to keep himself at bay, but Zilya was determined to get him to crack again. Their groin burning from want and need at the sight of him struggling against it.

“Thre-..three Hh’ih…” the sweet sound of each hitch and hick was only furtherly driving them mad, the silence between each one filled by their labored breaths.

“Aht don’t crash now, come on, four,” Pushing the other further down the rabbit hole.

“Fah….fahwr SNndf,” maybe if he could just inhale some of that ick that threatened to leak out, he could manage to get himself to the count of ten. A loud snort emitted as he tried to clear his sinuses, but only managing to stop himself from pouring out all over his own mouth. He was still determined, he could do it.

“Five,” Tassian heard the next number and then his resolve faulted, wavering in uncertainty that he could manage, because as the word fell off Zilya’s lips, the jackalope found his body trembling just trying to keep himself from erupting loudly.

“Fiiiiii-..ve..” struggling to get through it, he managed, releasing a breath that wasn’t almost a sigh of relief.

“Almost there, half way, come on,” Zilya was feeling prideful in between the carnal lust they were also feeling for the sneezing hybrid. Look how far he had come, just 5 more to go.

“S…sih’ S’ih…S’HI’TSCH!” So close but yet so far away as the jackalope felt crushed under the weight of his own inability to just hold it in. He sniffled loudly, rubbing the back of his nose with his hand trying to erase himself of this painfully ticklish predicament.

“You were so close….come on, start over,” Z clicked his tongue, shaking his head back and forth before commanding the other to continue.

“Please…I’ll give h’Hi..you anything…” the vampire laughed, fully, it boomed and bounced off the stone walls. The little jackalope just didn’t get it.

“This is what I want, to see thee suffer under the fate of my hands….watching thy face exhaust itself as I relentlessly tickle it…marvelous and delectable, the perfect punishment,” pink eyes seemed to shimmer with lust, almost mistakenly similar to how someone could look when they were starving. Was this really the same person he’d met outside?

“How?!” Tassian furrowed his brows, sick of the shenanigans and riddles.

“I’m a vampire, little one, I crave the power…” Z’s lips pulled into a cocky smirk, one that made Tassian a mix between extremely turned on, and outwardly annoyed.

“You’re si— H’GXNT!” Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, this one came out unexpectedly, so half way through, Tass just tried to simply stifle it from happening, sick of the other having this type of control over him.

“Tsk tsk, don’t hold them back like that little one, you’ll only prolong your punishment, now get back to it…” their voice dropped and suddenly Z was incredibly serious once more. “One,” the word dripped off his tongue like a shard of ice.

“One..” Tass repeated without hesitation now, the sound of Zilya’s voice not giving him much an indication he could win the argument he wanted to start. Determined to best the vampire at his little game.

“Two”

“T-two,” the Jackalope continued to count along, orange eyes staring dangerously back into stone cold pink ones. His body shuddered involuntarily.

“Three,” Zilya continued.

“…….”he paused, Tass physically swallowing the saliva that built up under his tongue that was desperate to release. His sinuses so incredibly full from being played with.

“Three??” Zilya furrowed his brows, gaze darkening as he forced the feather to tickle the inside walls of Tassian’s nostrils, a line of snot embarrassingly trickling down his lip.

“Three….” His voice shook in response, half because he needed to sneeze so incredibly bad but also from trying to avoid consuming his ick. Zilya’s eyes fluttered, noticing the mess enough to grab at their own sleeve hem, and wipe the glistening substance clean for him.

“Four,” voice gentler as they started to coax the other through it. They also, wished to see the little Jackalope beat the odds. It was fun, was it not? They were having fun.

“F-f-Four…” Tassian closed his eyes momentarily, just trying to focus on the in and out motion of breathing deeply, hoping it would get him through the rest of this god forsaken punishment.

“Five,” Zilya noticed the other was powering through as much as he could manage, and that could only mean one thing for Z. Up the stakes. They needed to see more suffering, Z brought the hand that wasn’t busy tickling Tass’s nose, to his thigh. Gauging the other’s response before sliding upward with his slender fingers, gripping the area.

“F-Fih…ve….” Tassian’s breath became more unsteady as Zilya’s hand started to creep up his leg. A mixture of pleasure and discomfort now, shit, he’s gonna be so embarrassed when Z finds out how hard he is. He blushed, bright red.

“Six,” Z’s volume steady, consistent, while they reached, and unzipped the jackalope’s jeans. Soon after, Tass’s pants button was popped open and a cold hand slipped inside. He gasped.

“H-Hah…Si…x” he stuttered and whimpered, his eyes glazing and glossy as he struggled to get a hold of himself. His nose and throat tickled, burned and agitated his comfort, body writhing and wiggling beneath the hypnotic vampire. Why didn’t he just run? Simple. A fantasy come true, he never thought he’d have? No. Simply he wouldn’t allow the other to see him beg any further for mercy, lurching and twitching underneath the other. No, this was now a challenge between him and the beast. One he thought if he could win, would humiliate the vampire from ever trying to best him again.

“Seven,” Zilya’s silky tone caressed him, his palm gripping hold of Tassian’s hard, leaking length and began to pump inside the space of his boxers.

“S’heh’ven,” he almost lost it there, if he wasn’t concerned with how good Z’s hand felt on his cock, he might be able to push away the insistent urge of needing to sneeze. It wasn’t so lucky. He was faltering, bursting at the seams trying to keep himself steady. He just needed to get to ten. His eyes teared over, drops trickling down reddened cheeks.

“Eight,” Z’s movements turned fast, fingers squeezing tightly around the other’s throbbing shaft, slipping the pad of their thumb carelessly around Tassian’s tip.

“Ei—ght,” his eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to focus through the force of the next two numbers. That was it. Just two. He could make it through two more numbers.

“Look at you, you’re almost there, ready?” Z praised the man for his resilience to get through it. Upping the ante, Z gently wafted a soft breeze of air from pursed lips, allowing in a cooling sensation to stiffen, Tass’s numbing nostrils. This was the edge needed to get those sensations back. All the while being stroked and edged.

“H’ah!!” Tassian almost forgot he was in the midst of a punishment, it felt so good. He hadn’t been touched in a very long time, and something about the forcefulness of this creature only made his cheeks hotter. He was losing. In a matter of minutes he went from determined to putty in the creature’s hands.

“Not yet, hold it back…Nine,” Zilya commanded, their own voice turning strained as they had to fight the gnawing desires to swallow the jackalope hole, or at the very least pierce his fangs into the flesh of his softened neck and have many different ways with him.

“Nih….Nine….” Almost there, then he would be rewarded, yes? For being so good, for being so brave?

“Goooood boy…now Ten,” the long drawn out praise, like music to Tassian’s red tipped ears. His body shuddered, his glistening maw open wide. There was no chance of catching even a single atom of oxygen through his stuffed up nostrils. Who was this? Who had he become? The pleasure was too great.

“T-t…Hi’h…TEN—K’TSCHIEW!!” He almost completed his mission, almost reached a perfect ten, but the feather assault proved to be too much as it teased and tickled him. Out shot a loud sneeze in place of a cry for pleasure, his body shaking violently. He spritzed the vampire across their face, whom could only roll their eyes in lust as they felt the cooling sensation across their flesh and watched the other release all their pent up energy. Zilya squeezed their palm tighter around Tassian’s now leaking member.

“Ohhhh, y’know? I’ll give thee that…thou at least made it to ten, before breaking apart,” Z chuckled with a toss of their head, hand never ceasing to please the little hybrid. Bodies smushed up tight within the space of the coffin.

“Hnn..hah~” he moaned with labored breath, it wafted across Zilya’s intently watching features.

“Does that feel good?” Licking their lips predatorily, yet with a softened tone of voice. His eyes glancing swiftly between the other’s face and bare open neck. It wasn’t something they could help, just pure instinct, but they fought it back.

“S-so…hah~ good…” Tassian peaked open with those gorgeous orange orbs and Zilya almost felt themselves soften, almost. The instinctive animal inside of them, burned hotter.

“Good…” watching the other get closer and closer to the brink of losing it before, right there, Z could see it. Swoop, just at the moment Tass thought he could blow his load. Zilya had stopped all motions and allowed the other to suffer at the loss of a much needed and long awaited orgasm.

“H-hey! Wa-wait! You can’t just….” Suddenly cut off.

“This was a punishment, remember? Thee wish to cum? Then earn thine reward with good behavior,” Zilya smirked, confident, smug. That fucking bastard.

“Good behavior? Earn it? You asshole!” Shoving the other away from him, trying his best to scramble out of the coffin. “No! I will do no such thing… I don’t need a reward from you!” Sticking his tongue out and clasping his hands at his hips.

“We shall see then, won’t we?” Z sat against the edge of the coffin, confidently licking the tips of his wet fingers, tasting the jackalope on his tongue, pink orbs watched the other carefully.

At a stand still, the two stared each other down, Tassian blushed profusely watching the other sip his pre cum off their hands. Neither of them moving from position. “So….I can stay here still right?”

“Would thee still like to? I am a monster, after all,” raising his brow in an almost challenging response.

“I never—“ cut off again.

“You didn’t have to,” Zilya almost looked hurt, looking to the side. This was why they didn’t say anything at first, about being a vampire. People always thought the worst of them immediately and never truthfully gave them a chance.

“Look, so long as you don’t go sucking my body dry of all its nutrients, I don’t care that you’re a vampire, okay?” Tassian clasped his arms across his chest, hip hooked with a hint of attitude. How dare the other think that he was immediately judging him!….well…he kind of did. It was fair. His demeanor softened. “And no more using that shit…” pointing aggressively to the feather. “Against me!”

“I can promise I won’t drink thine blood…..without thy permission…..but the other request? Denied, I’ll punish thee as seen fit,” winking at the other with a cheeky resolve. Tass rolled his eyes but couldn’t help feel his heart skip a beat with excitement. What on earth was happening to him? Was he seriously crushing on a creature of the night? This was a new low, even for him, but he might as well get settled with it. If he was to be staying with him after all.

To be continued….?

Author’s Notes: OOOOOOOO towards the end I decided I was gonna make a second to this. 🫨🫨🫨 so stayed tuned for that eventually. I have so much stuff I have to accomplish and post, I’m very behind but enjoy this of our new babies! 🫨🥰 @aller-geez owns Tassian and did the art!

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Get to know: Zilya Faê

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27 (700) // Non-Binary He/They // Pan-Demiromantic // Elven Vampire

Full name: Zilya Fae

Nickname:Z, Zilly, Zil

Date Of Birth: Doesn’t Remember

Big Three: Gemini

Physical Appearance —

Age: 27

Eye Color: Faded albino pink

Hair Color: White Locs with Pink highlights

Weight: 132 pounds

Height: 6’0

Race: Elven Vampire

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Septum, loc charms with dangling crystals, beauty marks under their eye, nose and by their mouth, 3 claw slash marks across his face from his master, Elven ears fully pierced, pentagram with crescent moons on each side “tramp stamp” lower back branding from captivity, bite mark scars all over their body, easily covered with long sleeves, long coats and pants.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Their historical and fictional knowledge, intelligence and innate ability to remain calm under pressure

Greatest Weakness: Their loyalty and fear of being alone

Soft Spot: Nocturnal creatures, dogs, children and Tass

Mannerisms: Amazing posture, speaks in broken old English dialect, socially awkward, either makes too much eye contact or not enough, “Fun Fact” type of MF

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Zilya used to tell stories to the younglings of their coven, it used to bond them together and it gave them a sense of belonging and comfort. Every night they would create/write a new story for the vamplings before they’d go to bed.

Zilya thinks that technology is rotten and has been the biggest downfall to all creature-kind. It creates blocks and obstacles in one’s mind and finds it to be a waste of time. Doesn’t have a cell phone. Refuses to get one even when Tass begs them.

Zilya once helped a human to freedom, one that was captured by the coven set to be drained, and to save her from such a fate, they helped her break free. It cost him a large scar across his face when his master found out, was also often starved as punishment.

Zilya is a plant parent; loooooves plants, loves herbology, loves potions and crystals, anything that comes from Mother Earth is viewed as magical and useful to Zilya.

Zilya is a necromancer, they can talk to the dead, possess a recently deceased body momentarily, reanimate a recently deceased body for as long as they can keep concentration on the spell, and summon the God of Death (can bargain if Death is in a good mood) loves to go to grave yards to speak with the deceased. Both the spirits and Z find it comforting

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

The Sun! They dont burn like they used to when first turned, they actually wound up making a potion for themselves but mixed a very important ingredient incorrectly and a huge side effect of the potion is they can be in the sun but it causes them severe fits; the ingredient having made them allergic to sunlight

How severe are they?

Severe. The sun causes them uncontrollable fits until they’re back within the safety of the shadows

Do they get sick often?

Not too often as they’re immortal but can catch whatever Alistar, Kanai, Perry and any demon can pick up. Whatever can get past Hellion immune systems can also effect the Vampire

How bad is it usually?

They hate it, it’s not nearly as bad as what everyone else experiences but typically they hide away in their coffin when sick

Do they stifle?

Yes if they can help it, because they fear the mess it’ll make if they don’t (hates their own messes but loves when their partner is messy)

How loud are their sneezes?

Stifled, soft & airy

What do they sneeze into?

They have a little kerchief kept on their person at all times just incase

How often do they sneeze?

Not terribly often unless induced or exposed to the sun

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

It’s a drawn out build up usually when induced, but in the sun it’s almost instantly a fit

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

In the sun it’s sudden and instant, when it’s induced, takes a minute to build up

Do they sneeze in public?

No!!!! They have the fet and it’s extremely embarrassing for anyone to hear them sneeze unless a trusted person

Some examples of their sneezes?

Tss’ssh’huhh!

H’ihtsh!

Tss’k’hih!

Backstory —

Zilya was born into a hard working family of wood Elves, but their family was starving to death, and the youngest children were sure to waste away. Without realizing what he was giving up in exchange for some comfort and wealth, Adonis had to trade away his most valued asset. Not realizing it would be his first born child, Zilya. Along with losing their eldest child the family would also lose their memories of Z ever having belonged to their family in the first place. Zilya was then whisked off to a small community of goblins that used Zilya for all their dirty work.

For 14 years, from the time they were 13, Zilya did manual labor, child care, and otherwise whatever the hell the goblins wanted. Until, a vampire by the name of Vindicus came in and slaughtered the entire village, noting the young Elven slave, seeing potential, Vinny took the captive and brought them back to the coven, deciding to try something he had failed at many times, but this time was different. Half turning someone by only completely the process by 75%. Normally, Vindicus tries with humans, goblins, or shifters, but never an Elf. Being his first success, Zilya became Half immortal.

For the next 573 years Zilya was used as a feeding bag for the coven of 15. They would feed from places that could be easily hidden, case they ever needed to send the captive out. Zilya was capable of consistently supplying blood, human blood, but there was never a limit as they were partially immortal. It couldn’t kill them to loose blood, no matter how much, as their body just produced more. Making them the perfect backup for laying low, and sparse hunting seasons. They could go in homes uninvited, live forever (within reason) produce unlimited blood, have all the charisma and cunning of a vampire. It was excellent was it not? Not really. He was soul tied to Vinny til one of them died, the sun wasn’t deadly, but it certainly didn’t feel good, and they were nauseous (as well as delusional) all the time from consistently being fed on and starved out. Another thing they couldnt do, drink their own blood. Relying on their master for the mercy to drink from him when teetering the edge of life and starvation.

Zilya was never regarded for having emotions, feelings, personality or truly even existing. When the spawn wasn’t feeding one of their coven mates, they were writing children’s stories, reading books from the library, reading their stories to the vamplings. Zilya always did have a softer spot for children. Their family may have forgotten them, but Zilya remembers their 3 younger siblings almost as clear as the day they were last back at home.

Zilya lived a very lonely life, often reminded they were disposable, that Vindicus cracked the code and all they needed to do was find more like Zilya. Vinny’s ultimate goal to have a feeding fleet.

However, they were infiltrated by Vindicus’ ex lover and competition, Armin. The two had become vampires together, out of love to save Vinny from an illness and have eternal life together. Yet, Vindicus couldn’t control the urges for power and the two wound up becoming enemies. Armin wanting to remain good, Vindicus wanting to take over with a coven army. Armin wound up being able to take down the entire coven. Zilya had begged and pleaded for mercy, explaining they weren’t apart of the coven but a slave to it.

Armin took pity on the spawn, and brought them back to his castle, realizing turning the spawn would be a better decision than leaving them a vulnerable experiment. Together they lived in Armin’s large castle, the elder teaching Zilya about controlling their urges, and resisting the need for power. Armin could see that Z was different than Vinny and had the potential to put forth more good than evil amongst society. For the next 50 years things weren’t so bad, quiet even. Zilya discovered a love for crystals, magic, potion making and herbology.

They were just starting to heal, and get used to the idea that their Master was more of a friend, than someone in charge of them, but Armin was suffering silently. After having killed their lover, their entire existence no longer mattered or made any sense. They’d become a monster to save the one they loved, to preserve the passion and love they shared, only for it to end anyway. Armin leaves one night and turns himself into a monster hunter and never returns to the castle, Zilya left to fend for themselves.

Zilya tries to live amongst society, but their craving for blood never allowed them to stay long before getting chased out for killing too many live stock. Eventually, returning to the castle, only to find it having been worse for ware from environmental tragedies. Doing their best to fix what they could, a little dog, a black papillon finds its way on the property one day when Zilya is out mixing concrete. Immediately Z falls in love with her, and names her Abyss. She is their first company since Armin’s death, and very quickly becomes their most treasured companion, realizing that Mother Earth presented them their very own familiar. Zilya cherishes her. Very soon after Abyss, comes someone that changes Zilya’s existence for all of their eternity. Tassian.