Emiliano

The vampire smiled, seeing that the more reserved slave seemed to be in a talkative mood. He had been starting to worry that this one’s attitude would become a bit of a problem, but it seemed food had managed to coax him into a more social stance. The smile faded, though, when the slave expressed a want of being able to see his sister.

“I’m afraid I can't really help you in that regard. There’s no way of knowing where your sister is at the moment. I'm assuming she was captured along with you and, if that’s the case, she might have been sold to a different vampire.”

Of course, he knew there was also a possibility she had been killed outright upon capture if her captors felt she wasn't worth selling, but the vampire kept that thought to himself. Emiliano felt a twinge of sympathy for his slave. Though he was an only child himself, he could faintly imagine the pain of being separated from someone who shared your bloodline.

“My name is Emiliano de Vic, but you may refer to me as your master. What is your name?”
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Callum

"Eika, don't laugh!" Though he was whispering, the irritation in his voice was apparent. Now the situation was just embarrassing, having his thumb suckled by the vampire. "This is so humiliating..."

But he had to admit--at least to himself--that this was far better than he had imagined being owned by a vampire would be. Maybe he could hope for a long life ahead of him that wasn't full of pain and fear. Callum just wished he wasn't positioned in such a fashion between the vampire's legs. What with their groins crushed together and his thumb being sucked on, it was only his body's natural reaction to get a little...excited.

"...?.......!!!" The boy's eye twitched and a small breath escaped his lips. He tried to keep still, his face turning beet red.

[i]Oh god, oh god![/i]

This wasn't good. This was absolutely mortifying. He waited a moment to see if he would cool down, but it seemed that this was a tent not so easily taken down. He hoped maybe Eika wouldn't notice anything was wrong if he played it cool and he prayed to every god in history that the vampire wouldn't feel it. His shoulders tensed up and he shifted his legs apart uncomfortably. Callum cursed his own body for betraying him like this. [i]Why me?[/i]