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theszarrpalace · 3 months

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Acts Of Service

Summary: Far down in the dungeons of his palace, that's where Cazador keeps you, paying you a visit when the vampire lord feels the boredom seeping in again.

Pairing: Cazador Szarr x afab!spawn!Reader

Word Count: -1.8k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Heavy Dub-Con/Non-Con, Degradation, Mocking, Humiliation, Oral (M Receiving), Deepthroating, Breath Play, Use Of A Collar And A Muzzle, Mentions Of Suicide Attempts

A/N: I gave in to the Cazador brain rot.

Tagging: @vampiric-hunger @zagamn

Every once in a while you still dreamt of soft duvet covers, how safe and comforting the cozy fabric felt against your cheeks that were adorned by a smile that reached up to your eyes as you snuggled your face deeper into the cushions underneath. Those dreams caught up to you here and there again, leaving you sore and yearning after opening up your glaring red eyes to nothing but darkness again. They made you forget just how sharp the pain in your neck jolted down all along your spine when you moved your head heavy with that gnarly iron muzzle now covering your mouth. Pale, chapped lips hiding a set of fangs you never wanted or ever asked for.

The eerily crack emitting from your neck echoed back from the desolate chamber walls you involuntarily called your home as you tried to stretch yourself as much as you possibly could. The sudden snap was accompanied by a rustle of chains as soon as you tried to stand upright, not only did the bulky muzzle weighed you down but also the sturdy bond of metal reaching from the collar wrapping around your neck right into the black stone wall behind you. With a pained groan rolling over your tongue, your knees buckled down again and you slumped back down on your behind, the unforgiving marble tiles reminding you where you are and why your captor wouldn't even let you stand up straight anymore.

Oh, how much you’d love to go back to your dream, to forget all about this for a handful of hours again but no, this kind of brief elation wouldn't be granted to you until you’d pass out from pure exhaustion anew.

In a meager, barely audible form of protest, you huffed out into the darkness surrounding you.

“Now, now… why that attitude?” The harsh clicking of a tongue shot right through the dark to get into your head, aimed to set you off.

A cold rush ran down the somewhat hunched curve of your back. You didn’t hear him coming, didn't even feel him bring so unnervingly close to you at all.

“Would be a newly discovered whim of yours to suddenly care, Cazador.” Your voice was raspy and raw just like your painfully dry throat as you answered, your eyes searching his and finding them shortly after.

A pair of barely even half-lidded, dangerously red glowing irises hovering above you, staring down at you without any warmth in them.

“You're quite bitter today, no? Don't forget that you brought it all upon yourself.” The leathery clacking of heels indicated him taking a step closer towards you, “If it wouldn't have been for you trying to hang yourself with that chain I didn't have to shorten it so much, dear.”

You didn't need to see the arrogantly self-righteous grin on Cazador's face to know it was most definitely there, you heard it instead.

“You leave me no other option than to keep you all chained and muzzled up if you behave in such heinous ways.” His sly tone trickled from his lips like poisonous honey, nothing but a mockery of shallow compassion filling you with even more fury.

“I needn't risk you hurting yourself so foolishly.” Juxtaposed to his words, Cazador flicked his index finger at your collarbone, its pointy nail sharp enough to cut through the first layers of your skin at ease.

The cold sting of sudden pain made you flinch away from him and the back of your head quickly met with the wall behind you as there simply wasn't a getting away from Cazador.

“I was hoping that you may have learned to behave yourself after my last visit. Sat on your actions for a little while.”, His fingers trailed upwards, away from the small incision and along your neck until they reached the heavy iron cast following the edge of your jaws, “I'm inclined to give you another chance, to take that gnarly muzzle off your pretty face and see if you obey me now, hm?”

Disgust crept up inside of you and hit the back of your throat like caustic bile. His voice was so distastefully sweet, uttering words so rotten that you couldn't help yourself but to turn your face away. Of course, it was to no real avail as Cazador yanked it right back, harshly enough for your neck to crack anew.

“Looks like you need a little more motivation, no? You shall have it.”, He continued whilst his hand unbuckled the broad leather straps keeping the muzzle pressed to your skin, “I'm in a generous mood tonight, dear. If you behave like an obedient spawn of mine, I'll take you upstairs and feed you well. You must be famished by now.”

His twisted proposal tickled not only your attention but also the nauseating hunger sitting in your aching, cramping stomach.

“Food?” You mumbled, almost groaning in relief as the heavy iron was lifted from your head.

However, the feeling of elation was fleeting quickly as your captor palm clasped around your jaw almost immediately.

“Oh yes.”, He confirmed, his fingers squeezing your sunken, almost boney cheeks, “But dare and bite me again and I'll part your head by the jaw until you look like a pathetic crippled ghoul, understood?”

Through the firm grasp of Cazador's hand, you could hardly answer back so you just nodded.

“Wonderful. See? Wasn't so hard after all.” He quipped, his mocking tone making you regret your compliance instantly.

You tried to soothe yourself with the fact that there wouldn't have been another way around it anyhow, with or without resistance, you would’ve had to endure him regardless. Repeating it in your mind over and over again didn't help much at all but it kept you busy enough to not snap your mouth shut as you sensed Cazador's fingers forcing themselves past the dry skin of your lips.

“Look at you, good girl, open up for me.” He demanded not only with his voice but with his slender digits pushing down onto your tongue as well.

Letting your jaw go slack to his ministrations was painful after not moving it in what probably had been weeks already, causing a poorly choked-back whine to escape.

“Oh, I know, I felt that little tearing there too.” The vampire towering above you cooed, one of his hands lazily exploring the inside of your mouth whereas the other found itself busy with unlacing his leg garments.

Your senses followed the sound of thin leather ribbons being pulled apart to loosen the fabric’s fit around his waist and you knew what was about to happen, vivid memories from the last encounter worked themselves to the forefront of your thoughts. You'd just have to push through this time, no acting up, no swift moment of rebellion and you'd get fed… finally.

“Just so much as a flinch and you can bid your food ration farewell.”, Cazador menacingly reminded you as he pulled his now saliva-covered fingers from your lips, “Now keep that mouth of yours open just like so.”

The flat of your tongue, practically hanging out of your mouth, didn't remain vacant for long. In the very moment you tried to swallow the pooling spit at the end of it, the muscles of your throat halted, interrupted by Cazador's cold to the touch yet throbbing cock being pushed so far down past your lips that you nearly gagged. Immediately tears started forming in the corners of your eyes as you forced yourself to remain still and for your on-edge muscles to relax.

“So much better than last time.” It wasn't really a praise at all but rather a factual conclusion Cazador stated bluntly whilst guiding his entire girth further down your throat without ever giving you so much as a second to adjust.

Not only was it uncomfortable but borderline painful as well. For day's, your throat had been nothing but endlessly dry and sore with the lack of necessary hydration. Reminding yourself to stay calm, you tried to breath through it, to take every firm snap of Cazador's hips against your aching face one deep breath at a time but you found yourself struggling with not pathetically choking on his length.

The entire interaction, this forced encounter, had nothing to do with any sort of amicable connection and much less eroticism. You weren't even sure if you'd title this as sex at all. A malevolent and vile display of forcibly taken power suited it much rather and for a moment you caught yourself wondering if even Cazador himself gained any real physical pleasure from this. Sure, you very much felt the swollen girth of his cock filling out your mouth to the point where your jaw hung sore but this couldn't be it, could it? A cold dick against an equally cold tongue. No warmth or, gods forbid, love found in this transaction of humiliating obedience for maybe a chalice of blood.

That was his poison, the thing that got him off good and nicely; control.

“Huh? Don't you dream off now!” Apparently he had noticed you drifting away with your thoughts and before you could feel your lungs filling with a shaky breath of air anew, Cazador pinched your nostrils shut, causing your throat to tightly clench around him almost immediately.

His scolding laughter mixed with the wet gurgling sounds emitting from your mouth, your throat contracting in a spasm between breathless coughs and choked-out tries to gasp for oxygen.

“Fucking gods!” It shot past Cazador's lips in a low hiss as he shoved his lower torso against your face to the point where his tightening balls pressed against your chin.

You heard him groaning out in a guttural rumble that clawed its way from the very depths of his chest just as well as you felt him unloading himself beneath the cramping base of your tongue. The amalgamation of spurting out cum on the spittle you dreaded of choking upon went right down your throat without even leaving the faint idea of an aftertaste and by the time he withdrew himself from your brutalized mouth you had started seeing stats behind fluttering lids.

Tucking himself back in, Cazador gave your heavily coughing and almost dry-heaving form a swift kick with the metal tip of his boot.

“Get yourself together, dear, I'm not carrying you upstairs.”

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