title: Ira the Collector aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Alexiwolf1] id: [44720079] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期日, 八月 28日 2022, 10:47:04 晚上

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Ira the Collector

Author: Alexiwolf1 Source: Ira the Collector

“Hehehehe…” Ira chuckles mischievously, fidgeting with something between his fingers. The vampire creeps across the halls of apartment 1031 to Damao’s door. He quietly pushes open the door, not having to be too cautious as the werewolf was a heavy sleeper. He silently closes the door behind him and looks at the sleeping Damao resting peacefully on his bed. “’He’s naked. This is perfect!’” Ira’s grin nearly lights the darkness, his devious intentions unknown to anyone but him.

Earlier that week

“That’s right everyone, a real-life werewolf! He’s pretty cool, huh?” Ira aims his phone at Damao, the man forcing a smile for the camera fixated on him. He was only doing this for Ira because the two had made a bet over a game of cards. Damao was in a good mood and bet that if he won, Ira would have to clean up after him for a month. Ira on the other hand wagered that if the werewolf lost, he’d have to go on one of his livestreams.

“Come on wolfy, give us a pose!” Ira teases, motioning the man to flex. Damao conceals a growl best he can, his canines showing slightly under his quivering lips. He lifts his arm and curls it, soon finding himself excited by his show of masculinity. Without prompt, Damao begins to perform various poses and flexes, Ira making sure to get each one on tape.

Ira gets a surge of followers and thousands of likes for each pose Damao performs. Various excited and horny comments flood the chat, too fast for anyone to see without pausing, and even then, they likely wouldn’t have managed to find the comment they had their eyes on. “’The fans are loving it!’” Ira gushes over how many new followers he’d gotten, his popularity surging with his new main attraction.

The comments surge with request for Damao to remove his shirt, and Ira decided to become their voice. “Come on Damao, take off your shirt! The fans are dying to see your chest!” As soon as Ira said this, Damao rips off his shirt, tearing it to shreds, his muscular arms bulging. The werewolf’s firm pectorals were on display, triggering a landslide of activity on the streamer’s account. Ira’s follower count instantly skyrockets to numbers he never expected to see for years. The people were obsessed with Damao, the chat filling with so much thirst it could drown someone. Ira took one glance at the comments, and he started to feel thirsty.

“Wow ho! That was my best stream yet!” Ira cheers while Damao slowly slinks back to his room. “Woah! Where do you think you’re going? We gotta keep this flow of content up! That was just stream one.” “Eh!” Damao’s eyes widen in horror. “No way! You just said one stream, and that was it! I’m done!” The werewolf runs back to his room and locks the door before Ira gets a chance to stop him. The vampire sighs and slumps down to the floor, checking his phone for the replies.

A few minutes quickly turns into an hour of scrolling before Ira spots a comment that catches his attention. “Huh?” A comment with a link leading to a sketchy selling site presents itself to the vampire. He clicks it and his eyes light up. A website with a black colored background and white text presented a list of things the site runner desired. The list included:

• A jar of Damao’s spit: $5500
• Some of Damao’s Breath: $4000
• Damao’s Sweat: Foot $3000 Pit: $4000 Chest: $6000 Ass: $8000
• A jar of Damao’s musk: Foot: $3900 Pits: $5200 Ass: $9500 Crotch: $15000
• Some of Damao’s toejam: $5000
• A cup of Damao’s cum: $100000

Ira’s eyes light up as an opportunity to make quick and large amounts of cash presented itself to him. “With that much money, I can pay so much rent and buy so much merch! Ramen, blood, anime, I’ll be rich!” Ira falls on his back, holding up his phone while he shakes with joy. “I should go ask Damao to- “Ira pauses. “’No, I can’t ask him. If I do, he’ll want some of the money too. Worse, his bad luck may make us lose it all! I can’t lose that money! I need it!’”

Neil passes by Ira’s door while digging into a nice snack. “I need it!” a loud shout comes from the vampire’s door, startling the demon. “W-woah. I keep forgetting how passionate Ira is sometimes…”

Ira began to make plans on how to retrieve the items from Damao without the werewolf noticing. He found an ad online advertising a shrinking potion and he immediately bought it. The purchase hit his finances hard, but he figured it would be worth it in the end. The product arrived in the evening, and he hurried it up to his room. The vampire surveyed the contents of the box and found the product he ordered. Dollar signs shine in the man’s eyes as a lustful grin spread over his face.

Present.

Ira checks his trench coat and goes over his items. “’Vacuum cleaner to suck up his scent, check. Multiple jars to trap his fluids in, check. Miniature fans constantly blowing to prevent me from overheating, check. Shrinking potion, check.” Ira giggles childishly as he takes the potion in his hand while he creeps closer to Damao. The vampire carefully and slowly pulls the sheets off the werewolf, setting them gently on the floor. He surveyed the muscular form of the sleeping man, looking closely at his body. “’He seems to be sweating. This should be easy.’”

Confident, Ira opens the lid and begins to down the green substance. Once finished, he crawls onto the bed at Damao’s feet and waits for something to happen. “’Huh? Nothing’s happening. Maybe I- ‘” puff With a poof, Ira immediately shrinks down to the size of a small toy, the vampire finding himself standing before Damao’s massive feet. “Woah!” Ira shouts excitedly, surprised the potion actually worked. He looks at his surroundings, the flat surface of the werewolf’s bed spreading far like a vast tundra. Before him rested Damao’s feet, the muscles towering high as houses.

“Perfect! I’m gonna be rich!” Ira rushes towards Damao’s feet, the muscles seeming to grow larger the closer he got. The smell of the werewolf’s feet was intense, a strong and dirty musk mixed with sweat. When Ira reached them, he found Damao’s feet to be nearly half the size of the apartment tower. “Woah. That potion made me so small. I wonder what I could do at this height... No Ira! Focus! Get the stuff on the list and get rich!” Ira presses a hand against Damao’s ginormous foot, the muscle warm and hard against his palm. “Wow. Damao’s feet are thick. Guess it makes sense with all the exercise he does. Now, where’s the sweat…” Ira traces his hand across the towering foot, the strong musky scent starting to irritate his nose. “Geez, Damao needs to bathe more,” The vampire says, fanning his face.

“Mmm…” Damao felt something brushing against his foot that his exhausted mind thought to be a bug. Slightly annoyed by the sensation, he tries to crush it, sending his raised foot down on the mattress.

Ira hears a shift in the mattress coming from under Damao’s foot and looks up. To his horror, he saw the sole of the werewolf falling towards him. “Ah!” The vampire tries to flee, but Damao was faster, his foot crashing down on the otaku quickly, trapping him under his hot sole.

“Mmf!” Ira wiggles his body in an effort to move out from under the warm sole. The more he seemed to struggle, the harder down Damao pressed on him. He counted himself lucky to be stronger than the average human or he figured he would be in much more pain. The most he felt was annoyed and embarrassed to be under the werewolf’s foot. “’Stupid himbo! Get off of me!’” Ira taps into his vampiric strength to try and lift Damao’s foot off him, his arms pushing with all their might. The mattress shifts under him as he applies more force, feeling the sleeping man’s foot start to rise slightly. “’Am I actually succeeding?!’”

“Mgh…” Damao felt something pushing against his foot, the feeling annoying. The werewolf slams his foot down to try and crush the pest and drifts back to sleep.”

“Urk!” Ira feels the sole of the werewolf slam down on him, pinning him to the mattress where it held him firmly in place. The vampire couldn’t summon the strength to try lifting Damao’s foot again and took a moment to rest. The heat of the werewolf’s sole started to increase; the heat of his room having been turned up to accommodate for the somewhat cold night. The musky scent of the sole grew worse as well, the smell once just a bit irritating was now pungent. “’Dammit! I need to finish that list! Get off me Damao!’” Ira tries pushing again but the tonnage of the werewolf was too much to fight against.

Ten minutes pass by and Damao had begun to sweat more. The werewolf’s foot began to produce large amounts of sweat that soaked into the mattress under him. Ira became drenched in the warm bodily fluid, his body starting to burn from the powerful heat. “’Why’s he sweating so much?! Wait, he’s sweating! This is perfect!’” Ira gets an idea and begins to slide his body across the mattress like a snake. Damao’s sweat acted as a lubricant, making it easy for the vampire to move under him. Slowly, Ira made his way back to freedom, free from the heavy weight that held him for so long.

“Hah… ha…” Ira gasps for air, holding his chest as it heaves slowly. “That was awful! When I get done, I’m going to put that idiot in a bath!” The vampire spits in disgust. He looks at the werewolf’s foot that now rested blissfully ignorant of his existence on the mattress. “Right, back to work.”

Ira walks over to the sleeping werewolf’s foot and starts to dig through his coat. He found that his items were intact, making him breathe a sigh of relief. “Glad I bought the super extra deluxe guaranteed unbreakable versions.” Ira snickers and grabs one of the jars from his coat. “I’ll use this to collect some of his sweat and then another one to collect some of the gunk between his toes.” The vampire approaches the still foot of the goliath nervously as he feared he’d be pinned again. “Come on Ira. Do it for the money!” The vampire pushes through his fears and approaches the large toe of the werewolf, finding it to be three times his size. He traces his hand across the skin and soon finds it covered in hot sweat that trails down his arm. “Eugh!” He opens the jar he prepared and shakes the contents off so that they fall into the container. Once the drop of sweat successfully finds its way in the jar, Ira quickly closes it tight. “That’s one down, now onto the next.”

Ira cautiously walks around the werewolf’s largest toe, wary that it may suddenly move. As he expected, the toe lifted slightly and crashed back down on the mattress, causing the vampire to nearly lose his balance from the vibrations. Ira stables himself and makes his way between Damao’s toes, gazing at a buildup of dirt between the webspace. He readies another jar and slowly approaches the gunk. His feet drag on the damp mattress, Damao’s sweat having seeped into it.

“Huh?” Damao sensed something between his toes that drew his attention. “’Something between my toes?’” the werewolf asks himself, wondering if he was just imagining things. Just in case, he begins to bring his toes together to try and crush whatever he thought was between them.

“I should have brought gloves!” Ira curses his past self as he delves his hand into the collection of dirt, grass, dead skin, and sweat. The substance was mushy like mud and reeked of Damao’s musk. Ira quickly tosses the sticky substance into the jar, struggling to get it off him. He presses his hand against the inside of the container, sliding the gunk down into the jar. “Gross… But it’ll be worth it!” Ira puts the lid back on the jar and turns it before putting the jar back in its holder inside his coat. He begins making his way out from between the werewolf’s toes when he hears the mattress begin to shuffle again. “Oh no!” He looks to his sides and finds the massive toes had started to close in on him. “No way!” Ira breaks into a sprint to try and escape but the pressure applied to the floor beneath him made it unstable and he fell onto the damp mattress.

The walls of skin push into Ira and try to crush him. The vampire tries to move his way up between them, his body still intact due to his durability. In his struggle, the strong toes start to flick against each other, the sound of their collision ringing in the shrunken vampire’s ears. Flakes of skin and drops of sweat fall on him, some getting into his mouth. The taste of skin and sweat burned his tongue and dried his throat. The vampire gags and tries to spit up the gross substances only for more to enter his mouth when he looks back up.

Damao’s toes squeeze Ira firmly. Whenever the toes flexed, the vampire let out a pained squeak before they squeezed again. Ira struggled against the thick walls of dry skin and sweat, forcing his way up between squeaks. He finally manages to reach the top, escaping the painful hold. Immediately he begins brushing himself off, watching as flakes of skin come cascading down his clothes. “Eugh… Just one more thing, then I can get on with the next task.” Ira tiredly opens his trench coat and pulls out the mobile vacuum. He flips it on and starts to suck up some of the werewolf’s foot musk along with some skin flakes. “’Hope the buyer doesn’t mind a few flakes. Not like I had a choice.’” Once he finishes sucking up the smell, he quickly opens up a jar and presses the push button on the vacuum, Damao’s scent pouring into the container. Ira quickly closes it before the smell can escape and lets out a sigh. “It’s a good thing I got the scent containing jars and deluxe mini super sucker with push and pull action or this would be a hassle.’” Ira chuckles.

The vampire makes his way up the slope of Damao’s foot to the top. He takes a moment to catch his breath, feeling the cool breeze produced by the fans in his coat. After the short break, he looks forward and determines his next stop. “The next closest area is his chest. After that, I’ll go to his mouth then roll down his arm to his pit. I’ll find a way to get to his ass, and then I have to…” Ira tilts his head and looks between Damao’s legs to find his monster cock. The vampire’s eyes went wide as they took in the size of the massive schlong. “F-four inches.” Ira says shuttering. That was how long Damao was flaccid, his thick length resting over his huge and full balls. “W-what the heck does he eat to get so big?” Ira imagined how large Damao’s cock would be at its full eight-inch height, the huge phallus towering over him. The idea made him tremble, he felt inferior compared to his roommate.

Ira makes his way across Damao’s muscular thigh and carefully crawls up onto his stomach, trying to not make eye contact with his cock. “’Don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare!’” Ira struggled hard to resist the temptation to go down to Damao’s dick, the inviting musky aroma wafting from it only making it harder for him to resist. The vampire rushes forward onto the werewolf’s abs and falls down after having fought his natural urges. “Come on, come on…” Ira repeats, trying to push off the werewolf’s abs. He found it difficult with the sweat of the muscles, and he also found them very warm like a fire on a cold winter day. He once again does battle with himself, trying to remember why he was doing all this in the first place.

Ira eventually manages to stand and starts to walk up towards Damao’s chest. He watched the distant valley of muscles rise and fall as the giant breathed, sweat coursing down the skin. The warmth of the werewolf’s chest increased the closer Ira got, Damao’s body heat incredible. The trek on top of the pecs was like trying to walk on the floor of a bouncy castle, constantly moving. Every step Ira took was followed by a faceplant into the strong pectorals under his feet, covering him in the giant’s sweat. He curiously decided to lick up some of the salty fluids, his body suddenly being overcome with lust for the bulky man. He gulps down the fluid with satisfaction, wishing for more before his subconscious reminds him of his task. “’Oh, right!’” Ira quickly readies a jar and puts in some of Damao’s sweat. He felt a bit sad he didn’t get to keep it for his own consumption, but the money was more important.

“This is taking too long; I need to move faster!” Ira assumes his bat form and clenches his trench coat under his feet. He begins to fly forward quickly as he could, his vision fixed on Damao’s face. He could see the werewolf drooling, a trail of saliva moving down to his chin. “’Heh. He looks kind of cute like this.’” Ira flies down towards Damao’s face, planning to land on his chin, but his destination is changed as the werewolf suddenly shifts position. “’Crap!’” The vampire was headed directly towards the inside of the sleeping Damao’s mouth. Unable to change his trajectory in time, Ira crashes down onto the wet and spongy tongue of the oblivious stud.

Ira quickly assumes his human form once more and tosses on his trench coat. Damao’s heavy breathing surrounded him, the smell of his breath filling the vampire’s nose. The scent was made up of meats and some sticks the werewolf had caught in his mouth earlier while playing with Ira. The tiny otaku tries to crawl up the slimy tongue of the werewolf, the surface slick. He was quickly losing his hold and was afraid that he was running out of choices as his nails weren’t sharp enough to keep his hold. “’Please no!’” Ira looked at the undulating tongue with disgust, the saliva covered muscle incredibly unappealing to him because he knew what it touched.

Ira found himself having no choice as he was falling toward the back of the werewolf’s throat and would soon become his midnight snack if he didn’t act fast. Ira groans and opens his mouth, moving forward and biting down on the tongue. He made a very minor incision in the muscle that didn’t even draw blood, but it provided him a hold that prevented him from slipping. “Ewugh!” The vampire could taste Damao’s saliva, the disgusting tasteless spit warm and gooey in his mouth. “’Dammit! This is so humiliating!’” Ira claws at Damao’s tongue, finding an incline he latches onto and uses to pull himself up before biting down again.

“Ahh…” Damao felt something tickling his tongue, the taste sweet. He turns onto his side and starts moving his tongue around to try and shake off Ira.

“Ah!” Ira’s world shifts as Damao turns over onto his side, tossing him forward towards the front of the werewolf’s tongue. “What’s he doing?!” Ira lands on the man’s gums, feeling them tickle his ass. Damao’s tongue rises over him like a great serpent and lunges towards him. Ira is moved around the inside of the werewolf’s mouth, his body covered in layers of saliva. “Ahh…” The vampire groaned in discomfort as his body bumped against the rough maw of the sleeping giant.

“Mmm…” Damao smiled, enjoying the taste of his roommate.

Damao’s moan shook his mouth, making Ira tremble as the massive tongue of the werewolf continued to treat him like a snack. He tried to push away but his arms were glued to his sides from the sticky saliva.

“Ah…” Damao’s tongue grew tired of moving and fell, finally freeing Ira from its cruelty. The vampire falls down on the slick muscle and quickly runs away despite how tired he was. “Gross…” the shrunken vampire attempted to shake off the slobber, but it was much thicker than the werewolf’s sweat. Annoyed, Ira grabs one of the jars from his soaked trench coat and leans forward, scooping up some of Damao’s spit. He proceeds to close the jar and then pull out his vacuum cleaner. After sucking up then containing some of the werewolf’s breath, Ira hurries over the sleeping stud’s teeth, his pants getting caught on one of the man’s fangs. Not wanting to spend any more time in Damao’s mouth, he tears his pants and stumbles down onto his roommate’s bottom lip.

“Hah…” Damao’s breath brushes over Ira, causing his eyes to fog up. The shrunken man could feel a trail of saliva start to move down his leg and the disgust he felt gave him the extra energy to crawl off the werewolf’s lip. “Ah… hah… dammit. This has to be worth it… It has to be.” Ira could feel his chest pounding, Damao’s tongue having knocked the wind out of him. He felt sweat course down his brow, mixing with Damao’s saliva to create an unpleasant scent.

Ira moves forward and notices that Damao had rolled onto his side, quickly understanding why he felt like his world had shifted earlier. “This should make it easier to get to his ass. I have to hurry before he rolls over again!” Ira was hesitant, but he decided to turn into a bat once more in fear he wouldn’t make it to the werewolf’s rear in time on foot. He flaps his wings, feeling the wet saliva weighing him down slightly.

Ira manages to land behind Damao and reassumes his human form. He looked up at the full moon before him and he wondered if the werewolf ever looked at his own ass and transformed on accident. Toned back muscles presented themselves before the vampire, concealing a cave between them. Ira could already smell the reeking odor of Damao’s asshole drifting towards him, the scent causing him to gag. “Gotta make this quick!” The vampire rushes forward while prepping his container, looking at a large drop of sweat trailing down his roommate’s left asscheek. He removes the lid of the jar and moves the fluid inside before sealing the jar as quickly as he unsealed it. “Vacuum!” Ira quickly grabs his vacuum and begins to suck up the foul odor of the werewolf’s hole. He empties it into the jar and sighs. “Phew. Nothing bad happened this time.”

Damao had started to feel a bit cold in his current position and rolled over. Ira heard the shifting of the mattress before he turned around to see the falling form of the giant. “No no no no no n- “He is quickly trapped between Damao’s thick globes, the muscles squeezing him as the werewolf inhales and exhales. As the muscles continue to press into Ira, he noticed by the increasing heat that they were dragging him closer to the werewolf’s anal passage. He had no idea how to escape as Damao’s ass was directly on the mattress and the skin was too thick to worm his way under.

Ira is soon pushed all the way inside of Damao’s asshole, the acrid odor burning his nose so bad he thought it would catch fire. He felt his body land on the greasy skin of the passage, the vampire using all his strength to have his hands push down so he could keep his face from hitting the flesh. Even when he fell, he sent all his energy to his neck to keep it lifted just above the grime beneath him. “’I won’t fall this far! I won’t!’”

Ira eventually manages to regain his strength but that didn’t do much for him seeing as there was nothing to stand on with the world sideways. “’I need to get him to move but how…? Oh no!’” Ira suddenly remembers the time Damao got an ice cube stuck up his butt and it made him roll around like a barrel down a slope. “’Oh no no no no…’” Ira knew what he had to do, and he had never wanted to not do something more than right now. However, he knew that if he was getting out of this situation, there was only one real choice. He lets out his tongue and presses it against the dirty flesh, immediately regretting his decision as the most vile taste he had ever experienced in his entire life met his tastebuds. Tears streaked down his face in a moment that the vampire would never forget.

“Huh?!” Damao jerked awake, feeling something in his asshole. He shoves his fingers up his ass quickly and felt something in there. The thick fingers smacked Ira in their struggle to grab him, the vampire feeling his body bruise slightly. “’I hate that dumb dog…’”

Damao brings whatever he felt in his ass to his face and his eyes lit up. “I-Ira?!” Ira broke into a panic, sweat coursing down his face as he tried to think of an excuse. “W-what? I-I’m not Ira silly!” Damao brings the tiny vampire closer to his face, looking at him from different angles. “But you look just like him. Also, how do you know who I’m talking about?” Ira feels his skin turn cold. “Ah ha! Well, this is awkward. You see, I’m…’Shit! Think of something to trick him! It can be anything, just think dammit! Wait, the jars, that’s it!’” “You are…?” the werewolf asks, his eyes turning sharp with suspicion. “I’m the scent collector!” “Scent collector?” Damao tilts his head. “Yes! I go around collecting the smells of people to help others in need by using them to make medicine! I know everyone so obviously I knew Ira.” Damao’s expression had eased but he still seemed quite confused. “But you look so similar. Why is that?” “Ha ha ha! That’s because after I collect, my face slowly starts to look like the person who’s scent I took. Not long after I finish with you, my face will start to transform again!” “Oh… That makes sense!” Ira smirks but inside he was frustrated. “’No, it doesn’t you idiot!’”

“I thought I felt something on my body earlier. Was that you?” Ira nods nervously. “Oh… But why didn’t you just wake me up? I could have helped you!” Ira scratches the back of his head anxiously. “W-well you see, it’s kind of against the rules for you to see me. I could get in trouble if my boss finds out about this.” “Oh! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I didn’t mean to find you!” Ira grins. “’This is too easy. Maybe I can use him to make this go faster. I only have four items left and with his help I won’t have to crawl everywhere.’ Aha! Don’t worry about it. I’ll just get an earful and a slap on the wrist!” Damao breathes a sigh of relief. “But, since I have your attention, I could really use your help. You see, it’s hard climbing over a big guy like yourself and fitting into all those nooks and crannies. Do you think you can help me a little?” Damao nods. “Yes, anything you need! I’ll make it up to you sir!” Ira holds back laughter as his smile widens. “Great. Now, the first thing I need you to do is bring me to your armpit!” “Okay sir!”

Damao raises his arm and brings Ira to his armpit and starts rubbing him against it. “Are you getting my scent Mr. collector?” Ira gags on the gray hairs and sweat that fill his mouth. The smell of Damao’s odor made him extremely dizzy as the werewolf moved him around quickly, encasing him in his scent.

Damao pulls Ira away from his armpit and sniffs him. “There! You smell like my armpit now!” Ira’s vision spins until he shakes his head violently. “No, that’s not it! I put your sweat in jars then I put your scent in a jar idiot!” Damao bows his head in apology once more. “Please forgive me! I didn’t know!” The vampire slaps himself in the face as Damao returns him to his pit. Ira quickly fulfils his task, and the werewolf brings him back to his face. “Okay, what now?” Ira recalls the last things on the list he had to acquire, the two being the most rewarding. “I just need two things. One is the musk of your cock and two is your cum!” Damao blushes slightly at the mention of semen. “M-my cum?” Ira nods. “That’s right! Your cum!” The werewolf had a bashful look on his face, showing signs of nervousness. “O-okay sir. If that’s what you need, I’ll help you get it!”

Damao sits up and spreads his legs before setting Ira down on the mattress before his balls. Ira looks up at the thick and squishy cock before him surrounded by thick gray pubic hairs. He felt his own cock hardening in both respect to the greater one before him and arousal.

“Uh, hey Mr. collector. Are you going to get my musk, or do you want me to cum first?” Damao’s words snap Ira from his trance as he remembers his task. “O-oh, yes! Just a moment!” Ira whips out his portable vacuum cleaner and begins to suck up some of Damao’s musk. He could smell the strong masculine aroma in the air, the scent arousing him further. Once the smell was in the vacuum cleaner, Ira quickly traps it inside of a jar and puts away the items. “Okay Damao, it’s time to cum!” The werewolf blushes and slowly moves a shaky hand down to his cock. “I-I’m a little nervous. I don’t usually do this in front of others. C-could you help me?” Ira’s face flushed red at the request. Part of him was embarrassed to be doing this, but the rest of him was screaming with joy. “S-sure! I don’t see why not.”

Ira walks up to Damao’s manhood and presses a hand against the tip. He is hit by the great warmth of the organ that quickly jolts up in response to his touch. “’He’s so sensitive!’” The vampire tosses his body against the head, feeling it lift him upwards as the werewolf’s cock hardened. “’So warm!’” “’So warm!’” The two men loved the feeling the other provided, Ira holding tighter to the soft head of Damao’s cock to feel more of its heat. The werewolf feels his penis lift higher in response to the shrunken vampire’s touch and he felt the need to masturbate. “Ohh…” Damao grabs his cock and begins to jerk, feeling Ira’s body slap against the head of his meat.

Ira slams repeatedly against his roommate’s hard cock, feeling his boner grind against Damao’s superior length. “F-fuck!” Precum stained Ira’s pants and he felt himself quickly nearing his climax. “’I-it’s too good!’” The vampire begins to lick the slowly hardening head, tasting the amazing flavor of the werewolf. “’Too good! Why does he taste so good!’”

“Agh!” Damao starts to leak a large amount of precum, the fluid moving down his cock. Ira tastes the clear and slick substance, the taste slightly meaty but mostly tasteless. He didn’t care for it much on its own, but its flavor combined with that of Damao’s cock mixed perfectly to create a heavenly taste in his mouth. “’Need more!’” Ira licks his fangs and bites down on Damao’s cockhead, more of the delicious taste filling his mouth.

“Woah!” A shock of pleasure went through Damao’s entire length, the feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before. He feels his body start to shake and he begins to stroke his meat faster.

Ira grips tight to the shaking head, his cock slamming into the skin faster from the stronger vibrations. He was unable to hold back the cum travelling up his shaft and his body forced hm to release. “Mmf!” The vampire unloaded inside his pants, warm semen trickling down his legs.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” Damao warned, the werewolf’s fangs digging into his lips. A thick shot of spunk fired from his cock and hit the sheets beneath followed by another one. Heavy loads of Damao’s seed traveled in low arcs in intervals of medium length one after the other, more of his mattress becoming soaked in his essence. “Hah…” When he finally finishes, he collapses back on his bed, his cock slamming down against his stomach, pinning Ira to his muscles.

“Mmm…” Ira drank Damao’s cum greedily, the warm and meaty taste his newest obsession, one rank behind ramen. He drank every drop that came out from the dripping organ until there was no more. “Gah…” When he finished, Ira felt incredibly full, his steps unsteady, and he fell back into a puddle of Damao’s cum.

Damao watched the perverted Ira drink his cum and tiredly said: “S-sir… Aren’t you supposed to store that?” Ira’s ears perked up upon being reminded of his goal once more. “A-ah, right! I was simply tasting to see if it was a good sample and let me say it certainly is!” The vampire swiftly grabbed a jar from his trench coat and stored the werewolf’s seed inside of it then put it away. “Yes, yes! It seems my job here is complete! You should go to sleep now!” Damao didn’t have to be told to fall asleep as he already had, his climax having worn him out.

Ira flies back to his room, the trip taking ten minutes at his height. When he gets back, he goes to his desk and flies on top of the growth potion he left on it. He forces the cork off, dives into the liquid and drinks it down quickly. He exits the empty bottle and soon returns to his original size. He then grabs his phone and clicks the link he saved to the website from before. When the site finished loading, Ira’s eyes sank. All that appeared before him was a screen saying the site had been shut down. “A-all that work… M-my money… W-what do I…” Before he could finish thinking, Ira suddenly found himself shrunk down again, sitting in his now too large chair. “W-what?! But the growth potion I took!” Angered, Ira flies up to the bottle and begins to read the instructions. “Are you serious!” At his size, Ira was able to see extremely small text that read: “If a shrinking potion was used prior to ingesting in an attempt to return to original height, the potion will work temporarily but the user must ingest the semen of a werewolf twice a day over the course of a month to permanently return to their normal size.” Ira nearly fainted, the world seeming to spin around him.

Ira returned to Damao’s room and climbed up to his ear. “Damao, I need your help!” Damao jolted awake, nearly sending the vampire flying. “W-who’s there!” The werewolf glances around his room quickly to find the source of the sound. “It’s me, Ira! I’m in your ear!” Damao reaches into his ear and retrieves the tiny vampire. “Mr. collector? What are you doing back here?” Ira sighs. “It’s me Damao. Ira.” Damao scratches his head. “But I thought you said you were a smell collector?” The vampire shakes his head. “You must have had some weird dream. Listen, I need your help. I made a mistake…”

Ira proceeds to explain the whole situation with the shrinking potion and why he needed his help, making sure to leave out why he shrunk himself so Damao wouldn’t get pissed.

“Oh, I see. Sure, I’ll help. You’re the reason I got to stay here after all. But I’m really tired.” Damao yawns. “It’s cold tonight… Wait, I know! I can cuddle you and keep you warm!” “Wha- “Before Ira can finish, Damao brings him to his chest and wraps his arms around his tiny body, trapping him for the night. The vampire was too weak to struggle against his roommate’s hold and eventually decided it was no longer worth the trouble. “’I guess it could be worse. Besides, I get to taste him again! I can’t wait!’” Ira went to sleep with something new to look forward to in his mind, the vampire warmed by the body heat of Damao’s strong chest.