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Vows - Part 3
cw: consentual blood drinking, threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, edging, double penetration, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues
male vampire x afab reader
Word count: 5k
Vows Masterlist
It was all for intel. You kept repeating the phrase in your mind, over and over and over, like that might make you believe it.
Something had shifted last night. You couldn’t deny it.
You’d felt it in your gut but more than that, you’d proven it when on your report, you’d said absolutely nothing.
You’d lied to your family, to your kin, and why? Because he’d kissed you so softly. Because he’d let you inspect him on the odd chance it might ease your mind? Because he’d come up with schemes to try and ease your fear just a little? Because he’d offered you the gardener's house and made you laugh and made you hot cocoa but sent someone else up because he was so scared that he might make it worse?
The more you tried to rationalize it all away the more overwhelming it felt.
When you left your room there was another box outside your door topped with a bow and you almost screamed.
This was more than you could handle. You’d been prepared to be attacked and thrown in a dungeon and to be completely stripped of your dignity, but what you’d never prepared for was the onslaught of goodness.
You honestly preferred it when he’d been demanding that you kneel and practically cutting off the circulation in your hand. At least then you didn’t feel like the villain for hating him. For being here to destroy the little world he’d built here.
The unbidden thoughts solidified something in you, resolve hardening in your stomach. This wasn’t just their mission anymore. You needed to be sure you were doing the right thing before you did anything.
They’d earned that much. Of that fact you were certain.
A tap sounded at your window and you saw the unexpected return of your pigeon.
You opened it, welcoming the distraction.
“That for me?” you asked as you unwound the note from around his ankle.
It was a note from the hunters, the first correspondence you’d received since you got here.
You read it with a sinking feeling in your gut. It read:
Too dangerous, get out of there.
The sinking feeling wasn’t because of the potential danger, you realized, it was because you didn’t want to leave.
And, you supposed, you didn’t have to.
What were they going to do, come get you? They couldn’t set foot within these walls.
You simply refused. Whatever was going on here, you could handle yourself. Despite all the uncertainty in your head, that much you knew.
You wrote a quick refusal and not much more, once again leaving out anything else.
You weren’t sure why they wanted you out. Maybe they could sense your resolve crumbling, knew you weren’t up to the job, just like they’d feared. You’d had to argue and fight for months even to convince them to let you come.
But surely if they knew it would be like this they would’ve warned you. They’d certainly warned you about all sorts of other things, if vampires weaponized kindness then you’d know about it.
But you didn’t.
And so, instead, you were left floundering, desperately trying to find the trick in it. Because there must be a trick. If there wasn’t…
You headed downstairs to try and find someone. You weren’t even sure who you were looking for, you just knew that being alone with your thoughts was the last thing you needed right now.
It didn’t take long to find them. All three of your companions were milling about the kitchen, Oliver trying to snatch something out of Viv’s hands that she was holding high above her head while Rook watched, a fond smile planted firmly on his face.
He was the first to notice you entering the room, the other two too preoccupied with their battle over what looked like a pastry.
You sat down beside him and Rook gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you did.
He did it casually and you couldn’t help but appreciate it because by acting like it wasn’t a big deal, it made it feel like it wasn’t.
Vivian and Oliver did not appear to have received the memo, Vivian staring wide-eyed and elbowing Oliver between the ribs to make sure he hadn’t missed it while Oliver just grinned at you.
Rook looks at them incredulously. “Glad we can keep you two entertained.”
Oliver scoffed. “I’m just glad you didn’t scare them off.”
Vivian elbowed him again, less enthusiastically this time.
He took her distraction as an opportunity to snatch the food out of her hands and took off, barely a heartbeat passing before Viv was chasing him through the door.
Rook chuckled as they disappeared through the doorway. “Petyr needs to hurry back, I don’t know if I can survive on my own with them. I’m too old for all this.”
“Yeah?” you said, not willing to be outdone by the other two troublemakers in the house. “You too tired for them, old man?”
He shook his head disapprovingly, crinkles forming beside his eyes in amusement.
“Go chase them,” he said, nodding towards the door, “I need to rest my old bones, lest they crumble to dust.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Maybe. But I’ll be dramatic in a comfortable chair.”
You rolled your eyes once more before setting off to find your human companions.
You poked around for a while until finally, you stumbled upon Oliver. The chase had seemingly ended and instead he was sitting on the floor, knitting, just like he had been outside the throne room.
You broke him out of his concentrated trance by asking, “What’re you making?”
“This? It’s a sweater, or at least I hope it’ll be. My last two didn’t turn out too great. It’s for bat Rook. My attention span isn’t good enough for full-sized sweaters.”
“So you’ve seen him like that then? In bat form, I mean?”
“Oh yeah. He gets all snuggly when he’s a bat, it’s very sweet.”
You tried to picture it, a sweet little bat curled up on Oliver’s chest in a sweater that looked like a chessboard. It didn’t quite fit with the ominous image of him that you couldn’t fully shake.
“Maye someday I’ll see it,” you said, sounding far more wistful than you’d intended.
“I’m sure you will. Maybe he’ll have a fancy little sweater when you do.”
His focus jerked up from his knitting to focus on you, eyes widening in a look of realization. “Oh! Also, Viv had an idea. We noticed your relationship with Rook was progressing but you still seem hesitant and she thought maybe the first time you slept together I could be with you two. She thought it might make it easier, if I was there.”
Your face heated. “Vivian proposed this?”
“Yeah. She’s a schemer at heart. If you don’t want to it’s not a big deal I just thought the idea wasn’t half bad and I certainly don’t mind.”
“No, not a bad idea, I just… If it comes to that I think it would be nice. You being there.”
Oliver was so excited it almost scared you a little.
“Hell yeah,” he practically shouted, “I can’t wait. After Beatris left no one else here was willing to do stuff like this. Which isn’t a problem, obviously, I just kinda missed it. Oh, and if things get overwhelming just let me know, I’m more than happy to take all the attention. You know, to get it away from you.”
“Noted.”
Once Oliver started rambling it was sort of difficult to get him to stop. Eventually, you managed to sneak away, to think on his proposal.
The words kept swimming around your head.
It was too vulnerable, obviously it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any trepidation about it.
Sure, you felt guilty that you were giving in to the vampire, but you weren’t scared of this. It’s like a switch had flipped in you, like you’d accepted something.
You should listen to the note, get out now, before your loyalties tipped any further. But doesn’t your certainty that if you stayed the scales would eventually tip say something?
Maybe you shouldn’t leave at all.
Beyond the fighting with yourself and spirralling thoughts, your mind kept drifting back to the kiss between you and Rook.
Back to how it made you feel. The lack of control and yet feeling of security, the feeling of being connected.
You wanted to feel that again.
The kiss hadn’t just been a mistake, a weakness of the moment.
You wanted to do it again.
You’d spent your whole life training and learning and working and this seemed fun.
You sought out Oliver after that, understanding now why he’d been running through the halls that first day. There was no way to get anywhere in a timely manner without running.
You almost sprinted right into him, skidding to a halt as you saw him.
“I was looking for you,” you said as he greeted you with a smile.
His head cocked to the side. “You were? Why?”
“About what you said earlier, I think I’d like that. You being there, I mean.”
He tried and failed to hide his excitement. His poker face was functionally nonexistent. “Oh,” he said, feigning a casual, vaguely interested tone. “Like, in theory or in the near future?”
“Yeah, like in the near future. I don’t know. I’m still nervous, I’m not sure I’ll ever stop being nervous, but I want to do this.”
His nose scrunched up as he smiled, rocking a bit on his heels. “This is going to be so fun, you have no idea.”
Before Oliver had a chance to inform you, Rook was storming into the room. You tried to recall what you might have done to make him look upset this time but instead, he grabbed Oliver by the scruff of his shirt.
“Can you come here?” he said, yanking Oliver backward towards the door before he even had the time to respond. “I swear, I can’t leave you and Viv alone for five minutes.”
And then the door shut and you could hear any more of their conversation, hidden behind thick walls and a heavy door.
You sat patiently, fidgeting nervously. It almost felt like you were in trouble, despite Oliver clearly being on the receiving end of Rook’s frustration.
After what felt like an eternity, Rook poked his head through the doorway. “Is this right? Did you agree to this?”
“Are you going to pull me outside and give me a stern talking to if I say yes?”
You heard a low hiss of “I told you so,” come from behind the door.
He dragged Oliver back into the room by the scruff of his coat. “Don’t let this little scoundrel talk you into anything you don’t want to do, alright?”
“I won’t,” you reassured him. “Trust me, I think I can handle him.”
He eyed you both suspiciously and you could feel your heart flutter as his eyes softened, cocking his head a little, asking silently if you were really on board with Oliver's little plan.
You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, trying desperately to hide how flustered you felt all of a sudden.
It wasn’t right at all. All the wrong feelings were surfacing. The fear and anger had almost entirely been dissolved by giddy nerves that left butterflies in your stomach and an incessant warmth that spread across your face right up to the tips of your ears.
He glanced between the two of you before sighing.
“I have to go talk to Viv, you two just… try not to cause any major problems while I’m gone.”
He wandered off, muttering to himself and glancing back at the two of you.
Oliver didn’t seem to care, excitedly taking hold of your hand and dragging you through the endless hallways you were slowly becoming familiar with.
He led you to Rook's bed and you sat there, stiff, back straight, like you had someone to impress. You supposed in a way you did.
He poked you between the ribs, looking up at you with a tight smile as he lounged comfortably on the bed.
“You seem nervous.”
“A little.”
“Just stop thinking so much, you’ll be just fine.”
“I can’t stop thinking.”
“Then I’ll have to distract you,” he said before grabbing your arm and yanking you down into the bed.
You yelped a little as you fell, a noise which quickly turned into a fit of laughter as his mischievous hands tickled you.
Between bouts of laughter, you did your best to wrestle him, quickly giving up on your unheeded pleas for mercy.
If it weren’t for the element of surprise, he never would have gotten the drop on you. He was smaller than you and easy to get the drop on and you managed to squirm your way out of his grasp, launching your own attack on him in retaliation.
Finally, you won the battle, managing to pin him down on the mattress. Your hands trapped his wrists, restraining his devious fingers.
“Oh no, I’m at your mercy,” he said, putting all the dramatics into his voice that he could manage. “Is this when you ravage me?” He blinked up at you in faux innocence.
You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss him all the same.
Or, you kissed him as best as you could while you were both giggling.
Oliver seemed to decide this was a prime opportunity to launch a sneak attack and poked you in the ribs once more before tackling you and kissing you once more.
“I’m starting to think you don’t want me here at all.” You hadn’t even heard Rook come in but as you jerked your head towards him, you saw him leaning casually in the doorway.
He strode over to the bed and Oliver moved out of the way. As loud and excitable as he tended to be, he was quiet now, letting you be the center of attention.
Your thoughts drifted back to how he’d asked about this, saying it might make you more comfortable. You knew deep down what this was. It was a ploy from Oliver and Vivian to try and get you comfortable, to convince you to stay. They knew you liked them already, Rook was the only thing they saw in your way.
Right now, their plan didn’t feel half bad.
As soon as he reached the bed his mouth was crashing into yours, his patience from before dissipating.
The kiss was almost punishing, pushing you back towards the bed, your arms wrapped around his neck.
It was everything you remembered, everything you’d wanted to feel again. He was soft but firm, gentle but commanding.
You felt yourself losing control.
No, you felt yourself giving up control.
“You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled into your lips, refusing to pull away from you.
You nodded, not trusting your words right now.
He fought off a smile as he focused on kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin but being very careful of his teeth all the while.
And then he dropped to his knees,
“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking down on him.
“Poor thing, has no one ever eaten you out before?
You both knew that wasn’t what you were asking but he couldn’t seem to pass up an opportunity to tease you. “You’re testing if I trust you,” you said as he looked up at you from his spot on the floor.
He just smirked. “Maybe. I can’t tell, who’s winning if you do trust me?”
He hiked up your skirts, nipping lightly at your thigh. You gasped at the feeling. “I don’t know, this feels a lot like winning. Do you always get on your knees so quickly?”
“If you think this was quick you should’ve seen how fast Oliver folded when he got here. I’m not sure he was even all the way through the door.”
A pillow came flying at him, thwapping him on the side of the head as you burst into a fit of giggles.
Rook shot the culprit a halfhearted angry look that was undercut by the smile tugging at his lips.
“Aren’t you supposed to be here to help,” he asked, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly up and down your thigh as he scolded the man sitting behind you.
“I’m supposed to be here to make them less nervous. Do they seem nervous to you?”
He was right. You were grateful for Oliver’s presence, his demeanor making the affair seemed lighthearted.
Both of them proved to be incredibly calming forces, despite everything.
Nimble fingers reached up and hooked under the band of your underwear and you gasped a little as he pulled them down. It all suddenly felt very real.
You knew he could feel the shift in your mood, his hand reaching up to grab yours.
It was strangely endearing, watching him take control so gently, having to try and manage a delicate balance and take care of both of you. Something rose up in you and you wanted to take care of him. You tried to shoo the dangerous feeling away
“Wait.”
He looked up at you, those cloudy, dead eyes full of caution and patience.
“No biting, okay?” you said quietly, your words just for him.
“Of course not. And what do you say if you want to stop?” he asked, squeezing your hand gently.
“Red.”
“There we go. Don’t be afraid to use it.”
And then he was gone, disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress.
Moments later you felt him lick through your folds, jerking a little at the sudden sensation. Oliver giggled behind you, seeming to find your jumpiness amusing.
Rook started out teasing, avoiding your clit except for a few bumps of it with his nose.
You went to tug on his hair or pull him closer, to ask for more, to beg him to stop teasing but he was unreachable, fully engulfed by the skirts of your dress.
It was a little frustrating, not being able to grab at his hair or see his face.
Oliver pulled you back into his chest, cooing at you as he laid you down.
“You look so pretty for us, Rook is missing out on the best view in the house.”
Rook seemed egged on by his words, the teasing finally coming to a merciful close as his tactics flipped, now seeming deadset on making you come as quickly as possible.
Oliver pulled you towards him so you were laying down on your back, your head resting in his lap. He cooed at you, telling you how good you were doing and how pretty you looked. It all started to bleed together.
You feel like you’re in a haze, grateful for Oliver’s grounding presence. His hands in your hair and his neverending talking kept you rooted to your body because you almost felt like you might float out of it, becoming a victim to sensation.
Your legs locked around Rook's head, taking what little control you had over him as you drew closer to the edge.
Oliver chuckled. “There you go.”
He took the movement as an encouraging sign, focusing all of his attention and refusing to stop the motion that had made you trap him against you.
Your back arched, Oliver’s soft hands stroking your face as you came undone. Your legs stayed locked around Rook's head, his hands gripping your thighs as your hips rose in waves, riding out your orgasm.
When you finally released him, he came out of the skirts looking disheveled, his hair a mess and panting, all the while smiling proudly up at you.
“You alright?” he asked with a cocky grin.
What an unfair question after what he’d just done to you. “You could say that.”
Rook grabbed Oliver’s legs and yanked him toward the edge of the bed. “You want a turn.”
He had already started to frantically unbutton his pants. “Please, yes, I do.”
Rook was still kneeling on the floor as Oliver kicked off his pants. “You alright with this?” he asked as Oliver’s painfully hard cock came bouncing up against his stomach.
You nodded with a giggle. “Cut the poor boy some slack, he looks like he might come if you breathe on him too hard.”
That earned you a hearty laugh from Rook and a half-joking glare from Oliver.
“I guess we’ll see.”
You had plenty of time to recover from your own orgasm, leaning against Oliver to watch as Rook firmly grasped the base of his cock before giving it a soft lick.
Now that there were no skirts in your way you could touch him. You ran your hands through his hair and gave him encouraging words, not unlike what Oliver did to you.
He was notably meaner to Oliver than he was to you. If you thought you were being teased, Oliver was practically being tortured.
He never got more than a few touches at a time. Anytime Oliver tried to get anything more he’d pull away entirely, not saying anything, just waiting.
Not that he really seemed to mind, despite all the irritated noises that kept escaping him. He seemed to thrive off of the attention regardless.
With one final lick from the base of his shaft after giving him painfully little, Rook pulled fully away.
Oliver whined, scrambling for something, anything, needing more.
“They got to come,” he said with a pout as he reached futilely for Rook.
“Well, it isn’t your first time with me. Also, I don’t think you’ve earned it. Too much scheming for my taste.”
“Come on, don’t be mean,” he whined.
You backed him up. “Yeah, don’t be mean.”
“Oh god, there’s three of you now,” Rook said with a groan.
Oliver giggled. “You’re outnumbered.”
“I was outnumbered before,” reasoned the vampire but Oliver took no mind of this, not willing to be deterred by something so silly as logic.
So Rook switched tactics, artfully snatching back control once more. “You think he’s earned it? Fine, I’m not stopping you.”
The implication was clear and you didn’t hesitate to answer what Rook had silently asked you. You grabbed Oliver’s face and kissed him.
Rook seemed more than happy to just watch for a while, sitting behind Oliver with a smile on his face that you kept catching glimpses of every now and again.
Oliver remained sandwiched between you as Rook removed his pants, something you were almost startled to realize hadn’t happened yet with him still fully clothed in juxtaposition to your states of undress.
You snuck some greedy glances at him as he undressed. He was certainly bigger than Oliver was, although he looked similarly close to coming undone.
He caught your eye during one of your glances and gave you a disarmingly genuine smile and a wink that made you giggle into Oliver’s mouth.
Oliver ground against you, his cock pushing against your clothed stomach. It was still slick with Rook’s spit, gliding against you as he moved.
Rook raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to help him?”
You nodded, feeling like it was just as much for your benefit as it was for his.
Oliver guided his dick in place under the increasingly more and more frustrating skirts of your dress and as he did, Rook sunk abruptly into him, pushing Oliver forward into you. You gasped as he did, your walls that had been aching to be filled flexing around his cock.
It was a good call, having Oliver separate the two of you. He hadn’t explicitly asked but you both knew he’d led you there, he’d led you to every step of this. He didn’t need to give commands to be in control of the situation, you saw that now.
The separation made you feel safer, less on edge. You knew Oliver, knew he couldn’t do anything to you other than perhaps an irritating poke or two.
Despite the evergrowing trust you placed in Rook, he could still hurt you if he wanted to and the prospect would’ve been too much for you while you were here, floating, vulnerable.
Also, Oliver was notably smaller than Rook and you were kind of glad he was the one inside of you right now. You already felt overstimulated, you weren’t sure you could’ve taken him.
You have no idea how Oliver was managing, stimulated from both ends after being denied for so long.
Rooks thrusts controlled him completely, moving him in and out of you sharply. You got the sense that if you hadn’t been there, he would have been going even harder. Oliver certainly wanted him to, trying to push back with nowhere to go, trapped between the two of you.
“You’re being such a helpful little toy, aren’t you?” Rook hissed at Oliver.
He nodded and you kissed him again, one he accepted gladly.
You heard Rook chuckle at the sight. “You’re lucky your new friend is so sweet, I never would have helped you like this.”
Oliver’s moans started to become more desperate and Rook pulled him back, leaving you empty.
“Please, Rook. Please drink from me, I’ll be good,” he cried out.
Rook glanced over at you as if asking for permission. You gave him a little nod and he dove in immediately, burying his head in Oliver’s neck.
For a moment, Oliver thrashed, an instinctual push against the vampire as he broke skin.
It only lasted a moment. Then he did anything but, trying to pull Rook in even closer and revealing his neck as much as he could.
It lasted for a few minutes, Oliver with his hands tangled in Rook's hair, holding him there while Rook suckled from him, hips still rocking upwards as he did.
Rook’s skin flushed as he drank, like you could see the blood entering him, giving him life.
All the times you’d imagined a vampire feeding, you’d never pictured something like this. It was so intimate, almost sweet, the way they were entwined, connected.
A sense of yearning started to surface in you that you couldn’t quite manage to snuff out.
Rook pulled away, a trail of blood trickling down Oliver’s neck as he did. When he opened his eyes, you noticed they were brighter, a dark brown replacing the clouded-over eyes you’d grown accustomed to.
He quickly reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a bandage and setting it into place, pressing a quick kiss on it before burying his face in Oliver’s neck once more.
This time it wasn’t to drink. This time he opted to whisper quiet affirmations into his skin, telling him how well he did.
And then he turned to you.
The prospect of being cared for so gently suddenly seemed overwhelming. You drew back and he let you, his eyes soft and his expression anything but the hard shell he’d put on when you first came here
“We won’t get near you if you don’t want us to," he reassured you. "Just please stay. I’d rather you not be alone right now.”
You conceded that much, falling back onto the pillows on the opposite side of the bed as the pair
You noted how comfortable and safe Oliver looked. Rook just held him, making eye contact with you, a look that seems to say someday, if you want it, this could be you, safe in my arms.
A sinking feeling rose in your chest and you couldn’t tell if it was because you thought that could never be you or if it was because some part of you was still upset that someday it might be.
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