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springfallendeer · 6 months

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Newfound Treasure (Vampire!Eclipse x Reader)

This here is a commission that I recently finished. I had a lot of fun with it. It takes place in the same AU as "Celestial Pact", but is sort of a run-off idea of the Reader getting into a relationship with Eclipse. Specifically a relationship in which the Vampiric Deity becomes very possessive of them. (This is definitely the result of me relentlessly bullying someone with ideas of Vampire Eclipse being possessive).

Par for the course, it contains things like biting, blood drinking, and some implications of violence and animal death.

Female reader, though I don't get overly involved in descriptions this time. No nicknames. Just a story about finding a wounded God and them falling in love with you (or developing an obsession with you).

Part 1: Newfound Treasure

The blood of a God.

An ichor saturated in power far beyond the grasp, or the understanding of mankind. Thick. Never to be spilt without justifiable cause, lest horrific curses fall upon thee who dared to draw it.

That forbidden substance now marks a trail on the path. Glowing, and hot, it naturally draws your attention; and the attention of all others in the town; to its source.

Like the others around you, you tremble at the sight of the wounded God.

Like the others around you, you recall the many horrific legends that revolve around the Deity, and what he is capable of doing to those like you.

He is an ancient, powerful God of the Cosmos. A being which rules over space and all that exists within it. One which is capable of destroying this world and others like it; one which has, most definitely, brought other worlds to ruin.

If that alone was not terrifying enough, he doubles as a God of Vampirism. And like the others afflicted with the curse, he is doomed to sustain himself on the blood and flesh of mortals.

He is the origin of the curse. He may very well be the only means of ending it. But that... That cannot be proven, and proving it would only lead to catastrophe.

You anxiously watch as the Deity limps through the town.

His frozen flesh is battered and torn, seemingly from a violent battle with another God. A battle which he surely must have won, otherwise he would no longer be standing.

Glowing ichor seeps from the many open wounds. His heated blood steams and sizzles upon meeting the ground, where it gradually cools and loses its fiery hue.

Everyone gives him a wide berth, terrified of what might happen should they allow him to draw near enough to reach out and touch them.

He... Pays them no mind, strangely enough.

In fact, he seems quite lost. He looks dazed. Delirious, even. As though he is not only unsure of where he is, but unsure of where he means to go.

He isn’t reacting to the people around him, or even looking in anyone’s direction. Even though he must be hungry, it is as though he is ignorant to the presence of food.

Or perhaps... Perhaps he is intentionally ignoring the people around him?

Perhaps he is frightened, because he is hurt and lost?...

The idea of that being the case... Makes you strangely sad.

Empathy really is a powerful thing. Capable of overwriting fear or logic.

Tentatively, you reach into your pocket to retrieve a handkerchief.

Though you hesitate... You eventually work up the nerve to approach him.

His eyes flicker to you the instant that you step towards him, rather than away. But he takes his gaze off of you just as quickly, making you believe that he really must be intentionally ignoring the many humans that inhabit this space around him.

Maybe he is afraid... No. He must be afraid. Afraid of you, and afraid of the people that are standing around gawking at him.

Cautiously, you make your way over to him. You stop well within arms reach of him, and nervously extend your hand towards him.

Your hand trembles as you bring the handkerchief to his cheek.

He keeps his eyes off of you, up until the fabric comes into contact with his face. The instant that he feels you touch him, his focus moves to you and to you alone.

His gaze burns with the intensity of the sun. A sun blocked out by the body of the moon, in hopes of preventing your soul from being burned by its light…

You know now why he is the one that they call “Eclipse”.

His gaze alone proves so intense that you nearly recoil in fright.

Just nearly.

Instead, you guide your trembling hand to the deep gash upon his cheek, where the handkerchief immediately soaks up the thick, glowing blood that flows from the wound.

You yank your hand almost immediately after. Not because you’re afraid, but because his blood proves hot enough to scald your delicate flesh.

He visibly flinches in response to your abrupt movement, seemingly startled. Or perhaps he simply resists the urge to reach out and touch you in turn.

You see one of his many arms shift ever so slightly at his side, as though he meant to reach out for you. But if that was his desire, then he hesitated, and in doing so resisted the urge to reach out and... Do something. You don’t know what he would do if he actually reached for you.

But you’re perfectly safe!... Probably. Hopefully.

Hopefully the actions taken today will not come back to haunt you…

He keeps his eyes locked on you as you stand before him. His gaze is somehow not only intense, but heavy. It burns your soul just like his blood has burnt your hand. And while you somehow urge yourself to maintain eye contact with him, you cannot help but feel as though a crushing weight is slowly settling over your meager frame.

“I-I-!” You stammer, opening your mouth to speak before you can even think of something to say. But having not even taken the time to determine what you actually mean to do, you then close your mouth just as quickly.

His posture changes ever so slightly in response to your voice. You swear you see him straighten out his hunched body. If he were to straighten out and stand at his true height, you have no doubt that he would tower over you.

You are but a child in comparison to his full stature. If he were to stand up properly, you are unsure if you would even be able to work up the nerve to try and speak to him, yet alone approach him as you have done.

You take a deep breath in hopes of composing yourself.

When you next open your mouth, it is because you have taken the time to think of the right words to say.

“You look tired, my Lord...” You awkwardly murmur, taking a slight step back so that you might offer the Deity a respectful half bow.

“If it would please you, you are welcome to come and rest in my home.” You offer, albeit with a note of uncertainty obvious in your voice.

You then fall silent.

Honestly... You don’t expect much of a verbal response from him, if any. The stories that you’ve been told have all made him out to be this silent, malevolent force that would sooner tear your head off your shoulders to guzzle your blood than share a single word with you.

But at the same time... The stories seemed wrong. They made him out to be this monstrous force that desired only to devour the mortals of this world; so much so that he was forced to lock himself away, otherwise he would consume everything that came into his line of sight.

Yet here he was, limping through a human town without offering so much as a malicious gaze and flinching in response to an unexpected human touch.

The stories had to be wrong. Or at least heavily embellished.

You are safe.

Or at least you assumed yourself to be safe, until he finally got around to fully standing up.

He had basically been kneeling in front of you due to wounds on his legs. Wounds which must have made it painful for him to walk, as he had kept them mostly curled up whilst he limped through the town. That was why you had been able to reach out and touch his face in the first place.

You see his body shudder and strain in response to the change in posture, as if attempting to fight off the urge to curl back up so that the pain would be kept at a reasonable level.

You seem to shrink as he rises to his full height. Or at least, you feel as though you're shrinking whilst you watch him grow before your very eyes.

Skies above, he towers over you! He is easily, easily, twice your height. If not taller.

He also seems a lot less docile now that he has stood up fully.

Nothing about his expression has changed. Nor has his pain become any less apparent. It is genuinely scary how easily he can remind you of your own mortality simply by standing and observing you with his body straightened out.

He could crush you beneath his heel. Or pick you up and tear your limbs off like a child ripping the wings off of a fly. Or throw you to the far side of the town with the ease of a man tossing a stone.

Nothing about his expression implies that he has any desire to do such brutal things to you. But his alarmingly massive height, mixed with the many stories of your youth, and the intensity of his gaze all work together to simply make you feel…

Insignificant.

You are nothing compared to him and you will continue to be nothing whether or not he kills you or ignores you.

Despite being absolutely terrified, you do not run from him. Nor do you withdraw your gaze from his. Some part of you has seemingly been paralyzed by his divine presence, and that is the part of you that would allow you to retreat.

Tears well in your eyes as you stare up at him. Not only from the fear, but because you have not blinked once since first locking eyes with him.

He reaches for your face just as that first tear rolls down your cheek.

You don’t even flinch when you feel his fingers brush against your damp skin, though you are unsure of how you manage to keep still.

But you do calm down, somewhat, in response to the contact.

You can feel the gentleness in his touch as he wipes away your tears. The simple contact proves more than enough to make it clear that he has no intention; yet alone any desire; to harm you.

And that is all the reassurance that you need to calm yourself in his presence. Though you do, unfortunately, remain easily intimidated by him. So you do not fully relax, despite understanding that he harbors no ill will towards you.

You find yourself absently leaning into his touch. Just slightly.

Though his blood is boiling hot, his skin is cold as ice. It warms faintly in response to your heat. Not enough to resemble the warmth of human touch, but enough to almost feel pleasant against your skin.

He remains silent for a very long time as he stands there with his hand against your cheek.

You remain silent in turn.

The town remains just as silent, as if frozen by the astonishing events which are taking place. No one moves. No one speaks. Even the birds and the wind have fallen silent, as if waiting with bated breath to see what will unfold as a result of your actions.

“Are you not afraid?” He suddenly asks, admittedly startling you to the point that you jolt in response to his voice.

He does not sound nearly as monstrous as the stories made him out to be. In fact, his voice is... Surprisingly pleasant. Smooth and deep, but calm. It is the voice of a guardian and a protector. Not the voice of a ravenous beast bent on bloodshed.

“I am... A little.” You admit in response. The idea of lying or even downplaying your anxiety never even crosses your mind. And so you reply to him with complete and total honesty.

You are afraid of him, yes. But you are afraid of him in the same way that you fear a large dog, or a horse. The fear comes from knowledge that you could be easily harmed by an entity so much stronger than you. But you know, based upon the behavior of this powerful entity, that the danger is not real.

He has no intention of harming you, and you can feel it. So while you are afraid of his power, you are at ease with his ability to keep that power under control.

“But you should be terrified. Am I not monstrous? Do you not fear what I might do to you?” He asks in turn, as if dissatisfied with your overall response. He almost sounds... Startled. Or confused. It seems as though he cannot fathom the idea that his presence alone does not fill you with dread.

Yet even as he seemingly attempts to instill you with more fear, his touch remains gentle. The only change that you can feel is a slight tremor in his hand; likely from the pain of maintaining his stance when covered in so many wounds.

“You don’t want to hurt me.” You bluntly and confidently reply.

“Are you certain?” He questions, spitting out his words so quickly that he would have interrupted you had you actually had more to say. So quickly, in fact, that even his voice seems to tremble; even if only slightly.

“I could devour you here, in front of all your friends and family. They would be able to do nothing to save you.”

“Yet you touch my cheek so gently, my Lord...” You murmur in response.

You feel his hand twitch somewhat in response to your words, but he otherwise falls still and silent.

Finally, you find the will to blink. Or rather, you wind up calming down enough that you can finally relax your eyes.

Intense as his gaze has been, it was never really all that threatening. As in you did not look into his eyes and sense any manner of malice. They were just... Powerful; as the eyes of a God should rightly be.

That power startled you and made your poor mortal soul seize up in alarm, that was all.

In a way, you had simply been awestruck. The eyes of the Divine are not so regularly encountered. As the windows to the soul, you found yourself unwittingly staring at something that your fragile, moral mind could not immediately comprehend. Of course you would freeze up in response!

For a few moments, he remains silent.

You remain silent in turn, absently leaning into the palm of his hand as he stares down at you.

Every now and again you resume eye contact with him, and your body stiffens faintly as if on the brink of seizing up. But the sensation grows weaker and weaker between each blink as your mind and soul adjust to the dominating presence of a God.

Eclipse breaks the silence with a sigh.

A long, tired, pained sigh. And as he sighs, his body relaxes and submits to the agony that has overtaken it. He shrinks back down as he curls up, seemingly satisfied enough with this interaction to stop putting up a brave front.

Whatever he meant to do, he must be satisfied with the outcome. Though you aren’t sure if he meant to chase you away or test your honesty.

And, honestly, you aren’t going to ask. Who are you to question the motivations of a God? Yet alone a wounded one who would have every reason to be cautious while in this vulnerable state.

“I would like to rest.” He finally replies, having decided that he would take you up on your offer.

You then cautiously reach up to your cheek to wrap your hand around his, so that you can guide him to your home.

“Can you walk?” You quietly ask, naturally aware of how hard it must be for him to move if he is in this much pain.

If needed, you could probably find a wagon or an animal that could be used to move him. He genuinely looks exhausted.

“I am tired. But I will manage.” He replies.

You do not question him on the matter. It is not your place to do so.

So you gently pull on his hand to guide him towards your home; which is, unfortunately, a good distance away. He will have to limp after you for a while. And you will have to endure the many heavy stares of the other people in town as you guide this wounded, Vampiric God to your home.

The journey is made in silence. Neither you nor Eclipse speak. The people that you pass by do not make a sound; though their eyes scream loud enough whenever you dare lock your gaze with someone.

The only real sound to be heard is that of footsteps. Yours as they steadily trek along the path, and his as his feet scrape heavily against the stone.

His every footstep grows heavier and more tedious as you walk with him. But as a God, he is nothing if not powerful. He manages to endure the journey to your home. He even endures the difficult journey up the stairs to your guest bedroom, where you encounter something of a problem.

He will not fit... Anywhere. You brought him upstairs because there was no place for him to properly rest downstairs. But none of the beds in your home are large enough to support his body.

This is when you get your first glimpse of what he is capable of doing.

You hear him murmur something in a language that you cannot understand. And then you watch, admittedly dumbstruck, as the room warps and changes around you.

The foundation of your home creaks and groans as wood and stone stretch to accommodate his size. The bed and bedding make concerning sounds of violent destruction as they too transform to better support him.

The room and the bed grow larger to provide him with a comfortable place to rest. And when all is said and done, the Deity is left looking even more exhausted.

Once the initial shock of what you’ve just witnessed wears off, you give Eclipse’s arm another tug to guide him to his newly redone bed.

Thankfully, he is able to climb up on his own; though he is left gasping for breath after the fact.

He settles onto his back and folds his hands atop his torso. You listen for a moment as he breathes heavily, and you awkwardly stand nearby as he attempts to recover from the recent strain.

“Uhm...” You... Make a bit of an awkward noise in preparation to speak. It at least catches his attention.

“Can I get you anything, my Lord?” You ask.

It was only polite of you to try and tend to your guest. He was wounded and tired and while you were unsure of how to ease away his discomfort, you still had every intention of doing what you could to be of help.

“Blood.” Eclipse bluntly replies.

Your stomach sinks.

While you probably should have anticipated such a response, there was something of a difference between suspecting something and having it actually happen.

The Deity seems to take notice of your sudden shift in mood.

Or maybe he just noticed how quickly you went pale in response to his request.

You watch as he closes his eyes and covers them with the back of his hand.

He takes a deep, wheezing breath.

“Not your blood.” He calmly specifies.

“A goat or a sheep will do fine. Even a pig, if that’s all that you can find.” He states.

You stare at him, completely bewildered by his statement, as he begins to feel around his body.

He pats along his chest and sides, and along his hips as if in search of something. Until eventually he manages to locate what he’s looking for.

He then holds up a small coin pouch. Based upon the sag of it, you can tell that it contains quite a few coins.

He uncovers his eyes to look at you as he properly holds the pouch out for you to take.

“There should be more than enough here to purchase an animal.” He states as you tentatively reach out to accept the coin pouch.

You’re admittedly startled by the weight of it. Where the pouch should only hold around ten to fifteen coins, it feels as though it's being used to carry over a hundred!

“I only need the blood. You may keep the meat to use it as you will.” He adds.

In other words, you’re to go and buy him an animal to use for food. He’ll take the blood, and you’ll keep the rest.

It sounds like more than a fair trade, to be honest. Him giving you such a considerable amount of food in exchange for providing him with shelter and care.

Yet for some reason, you hesitate.

“Will animal blood really satisfy you?...” You find yourself hesitantly asking.

Call it morbid curiosity. Or call it genuine concern; or confusion. But for some reason, you aren’t really satisfied with the idea of just going out to buy an animal for him to drain of its vital essence.

“It will not be the same as human blood.” Eclipse calmly replies.

He then falls silent.

You remain quiet for a short while as you weigh your thoughts.

You want to be a good host. Eclipse himself has just admitted that while he will drink animal blood, human blood is what will be of more help to him.

You know that he is wounded and in an obviously weakened state; which likely means that he will struggle to perform his Godly duties until he has healed.

Not only that. If another Deity were to arrive to challenge him while he was in this state... Would he even be able to fend them off?...

You try to ignore the faint trembling of your hand as you reach to place the coin purse on the edge of the bed.

This is probably a foolish idea.

A very foolish idea.

You carefully undo the first few buttons of your shirt to further expose your neck and shoulders.

“What are you doing?...” Eclipse unexpectedly asks. He almost sounds nervous.

“You said that human blood would be better...” You murmur in response, hesitantly working your shirt down one shoulder to better expose an area for him to bite.

“Animal blood will serve me just fine-” He attempts to rebuke you, only to stiffen as you step closer to the bed and begin to climb up.

The instant that your knee presses into the mattress, he goes silent.

“... I cannot offer much, my Lord. But you may drink what I can give. And I will fetch an animal after.” You reply.

Human blood would be better for him. So having a drink from you along with the animal blood would be better than just giving him an animal to drain, would it not? You would effectively be giving him a nutritious boost to make the less desirable food more substantial.

It was like adding fresh meat to a dish that only drew protein from eggs. You would add to the nutritional value of the meal, rather than leave it as it would be; incomplete.

Eclipse seems visibly uneasy as you climb further onto the bed.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, seemingly unable to find the words to protest what you’re doing.

You can hear how dry his mouth is. Each time he parts his lips, you can hear how they struggle to peel away from each other. You can hear his tongue pull away from the roof of his mouth.

He must be parched.

You hope that this will not leave you... Compromised. Yeah, that’s the word. Compromised. Worse off than you are now.

There certainly isn’t a better word to describe what you’re afraid of.

Honestly, you half expected to have to force the Deity to take your blood, given his hesitation. So when he abruptly reaches out to drag you down on top of him, you cannot help the little gasp of surprise that escapes you.

His touch feels different, now. Intense and desperate.

His blood soaks into your clothes as you lay across his body. If not for the cold temperature of his flesh, his boiling ichor might have burned your delicate skin.

It is still hot. But not hot enough to be painful.

Goosebumps form upon your skin as you feel his heated breath roll across the nape of your neck.

“Are you certain?” He asks, taking this last opportunity to try and scare you away or convince you to back out.

Though you tremble in response to his voice rattling against the side of your neck, you do not retreat.

“You may have what I can offer.” You reply in turn, intentionally using very specific words.

He may only take what you can afford to give him. Nothing more.

Given his experience and his power, he should know what that limit is and he should be able to prevent himself from crossing that line. You have no choice but to put faith in that ideal now that you have offered yourself onto him.

He offers no additional rebuttal. No additional warnings or arguments of any sorts.

What you next feel is his mouth upon your throat. Ravenous and desperate.

You feel the bitter sting of his teeth piercing your skin; the dull ache of blood seeping from the wound with each beat of your heart.

His tongue is hot. Just like his breath. And despite the pain, you find yourself strangely drawn to it. Lured in by the forbidden pleasure which dwells at the edge of the great bleed.

He greedily consumes every drop of blood that spills from your throat, and you feel your body growing weaker with every passing second. Each contraction of his throat pulls more and more of your vital essence for him to consume.

He only bites you once, and he drinks until the blood stops flowing. Then he yanks his mouth from your throat as if startled by his own actions.

You’re still conscious, but you’re exhausted. Just trying to lift your head proves strenuous. More so when the Deity proceeds to lay an arm across your back, causing you to effectively fall down completely on top of him.

“Rest.” Eclipse quietly murmurs.

“But the goat...” You mutter in response, your voice now as quiet and exhausted as his is.

He proceeds to lay a second arm over top of you, literally trapping you with him on the bed in the process.

“You must rest.” He repeats his command, this time a little more sternly.

“I took a lot from you. As much as you could give, just as you offered. But it was more than enough to weaken you...” He sighs, having clearly decided that you’re entitled to a reason behind him insisting that you should stay and rest. Or maybe he had figured out that if you were not given a good enough reason, you would continue to try and leave so that you could buy him a goat.

“... It would bother me, greatly, to know that you left on my behalf only to get hurt. The animal could overwhelm you. Or mean spirited people could lash out at you, for daring to show me this kindness. I do not wish for you to be harmed because of me.” He explains further.

You can clearly hear the pain in his tone as he speaks. Pain and fear.

The idea of you getting hurt genuinely upsets him. It hurts him to think that you might get hurt because of him, and he is very much afraid that you will be harmed as a result of helping him.

You cannot help but chance a glance towards his face.

He looks so... Conflicted. Tired and conflicted. This whole situation must be so alien to him, given how heavily feared he is.

A reluctant sigh escapes you as you allow your eyes to close.

He really is kind. Surprisingly so, for someone depicted in such a monstrous light.

“I’ll rest.” You murmur, hoping to reassure the being that you will do as he has asked of you.

“Just for a little while, though. You’ll need more blood if you want to recover, right?” You add.

He shouldn’t complain about that sort of arrangement, right?

You hear him sigh in turn.

“When you can climb out from under my arms without a struggle, you may go.” Eclipse retorts.

You furrow your brows somewhat in response.

That sure is a strange way to go about doing things. But then again... Well there isn’t a better means of gauging your strength right now, is there? He certainly isn’t in any state to give you a less unusual means of testing your strength.

He wasn’t holding you down. He had just laid his arms across your back. You just happen to be so worn out from his feeding that you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up with his arms on your back. Simple as that.

“... Very well.” You mutter, opting not to try and argue with him on the matter.

He did have a point. With you this weak, the goat; or any other animal you might buy; would probably be able to overpower you if it decided to act up. And then you wouldn’t have the strength to chase it down and catch it if it somehow managed to get away from you.

There was also no telling if anyone in town would be willing to help you catch the rowdy beast, given the circumstances. So you were better off just trying to rest while you had the chance.

Even if it was a bit awkward that you were using the wounded God as a bed...

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Part 2: Treasure Claimed

Ten days.

That was how long it took for Eclipse to recover from his injuries. Ten days.

Ten days of routine care. Ten days of fetching him livestock to use for sustenance. Ten days of helping him clean his wounds. Ten days of fretting.

Ten days of watching him heal, and watching him open up to you.

He isn’t a monster at all. The Vampiric curse just has a habit of taking good people and twisting them into unrecognizable husks of their true selves when they fail to satiate their thirst for blood.

He feeds from animals because he does not want to hurt people. He does not want to be the monster that they think him to be.

During his stay, he has only allowed himself to feed from you thrice. Each time, you had to convince him that he was allowed to do so. And each time he made sure to treat you with utmost care.

With each bite, the feeding became less painful, and more pleasant. Relaxing, even.

In a weird way, you would probably miss the tired feeling that washed over you following each feeding session.

But you were probably just going to miss him in general.

Today was meant to be his last day with you. You went out to fetch one last goat. So that you could celebrate his recovery and send him on his way with a full stomach.

This time, the farmer wasn’t happy to see you.

Ten goats you had bought from him. Ten strong, healthy goats that he would have rather used for breeding, or for his own needs. All of them were sold to you so that you could feed them to a “Ravenous God”, as he called Eclipse.

He did not want to sell you an eleventh goat. He did not want to sell you another animal, period. Not if you were just going to use it to satiate the bloodlust of the “Monstrous Deity” that you brought into your home and encouraged to stay in town.

Now your arm hurts.

The farmer was needlessly rough in turning you down and sending you on your way. A faint burning, almost itchy sensation on your shoulder remained as some proof of the physical damage that had been done. Not to mention the red mark surrounding the small scratches that were barely hidden under your shirt.

You solemnly rub your shoulder in a vain attempt at soothing the discomfort.

This was not the first time that someone had manhandled you, and it would not be the last. But this has soured your mood, unfortunately.

No one else in town would sell to you. Not while Eclipse was here. None of them wanted to provide a meal to the Deity, as they believed that it encouraged him to stay or to return in search of food.

No one wanted him here.

Aside from you.

Now you had to go home and tell him that there would be no goat tonight. No goat, or sheep, or anything. He would have to take his leave on an empty stomach, unless he would be satisfied with one last drink of your blood.

Heck, you could use the relaxation that his feeding would bring, because you felt pleasantly heavy and tired whenever he finished. It would be nice to just lay down and sleep and not have to worry about anything.

You ignore the various looks you receive as you make your way back home.

Eclipse is there to greet you when you step inside.

For a split second you see something flash in his eyes, but you hardly have the time to register what it is.

Concern, most likely. It is obvious that you’re upset. Given how attentive he has been to you during his stay here; at least in the sense that he has worried over your wellbeing.

“I could not get you a goat. I’m sorry.” You murmur as you haphazardly remove your coat. You also offer him back his coin purse, as there is no need for you to keep hold of it.

“What happened?” Eclipse asks in response.

You swear that you hear something in his voice. A heightened emotion of some sort. But honestly, you’re so worked up that you can’t be bothered to really focus on it.

“You may feed from me if you’re hungry.” You reply, completely ignoring his question. You do not want to talk about it. You do not want to discuss how the people in the town have decided to turn on you in response to you having provided this being with food and shelter.

You then jump and freeze as the Deity proceeds to slam his hand into the wall over your shoulder when you turn away from him.

He easily could have put his hand through the wall if he had wanted too. But he did not.

The tension in the room is palpable now.

Fear bubbles up inside of you as the Vampiric God proceeds to trap you between himself and the wall.

His gaze is intense and burning. You can feel your skin tingle in response to his eyes.

More so when he leans down to bring his face right next to your ear.

“What happened?” He repeats, sternly.

Now you can definitely hear it. The anger in his voice.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as he brings a hand up to easily tug down the collar of your shirt, exposing the minor injury that the farmer left on your shoulder during your confrontation.

Multiple thin lines reveal where nails roughly dragged against your skin. The slightest hint of pink shows that while shallow, the wounds were just deep enough to draw trace amounts of blood.

You shudder, feeling Eclipse’s heated breath roll down over the marks on your shoulder.

His tongue follows suit. Initially, to clean the wound.

But then he bites you. Unexpectedly and without warning.

He sinks his teeth in, easily engulfing the wound with his mouth and surrounding it with the imprint of his teeth.

You whine at the sharp sting of the initial puncture, then gasp at the feel of his tongue dragging against the fresh wound upon release.

You offered your blood a moment ago. And even though he’s bitten you, it's obvious that he is not feeding.

Whatever he’s doing now feels closer to... Domination. Or possessiveness. It's as though he’s overwhelmed the injury inflicted upon you by the farmer with a wound of his own making.

Your legs are trembling by the time he sucks his tongue back into his mouth so that he can move his face back to your ear.

The wound is still bleeding, but he has elected to ignore it.

“What happened?!” He repeats again, the anger in his voice getting more intense this time; possibly because you’ve opted to ignore his question twice now. Even if the second time wasn’t entirely your fault, given his unexpected attack.

Only now do you realize how heavily you’re breathing. Likely from the adrenaline rush that came with being cornered like this.

You’ve never seen him so worked up. It's genuinely intimidating. Threatening, even.

Eclipse goes back to licking the blood from your wound as he waits for your response. His tongue focuses unnecessarily on the small scratches that the farmer gave you, as if attempting to completely erase the marks.

Little do you realize that that is his plan, and that he succeeds.

He commands the minor wound to completely heal through the movements of his tongue, while simply lapping up the blood that seeps from his bite in the meantime.

“T-the farmer-” You whine, genuinely distracted by the motions of his heated tongue against your skin. Whatever he’s doing is making you feel all tingly, in a weird sort of way.

What’s fucked up is that you’re pretty sure you like it. But you’re also so intimidated by him that it's hard to tell.

Eclipse withdraws his tongue completely when you finally start talking. Though he remains a distraction in pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You can hear him panting. His breath rolls across your skin in heated pulses.

“The f-farmer was angry. He would not sell me a goat... And he was rough in making me leave.” You admit.

The Deity seems to growl in response. Though the sound was so faint that you hardly hear it.

You suddenly feel his teeth against the side of your throat.

He doesn’t bite you. Not immediately. He just uses his teeth and mouth to coax your head back so that you will further expose your neck to him.

You comply, even as you tremble in anticipation.

His lips wrap around your throat. You feel his teeth pressing faintly into your flesh; but he still does not bite.

He does not bite, yet he sucks roughly on your skin.

A pathetic sound escapes you in response. A pathetic and embarrassing sound, at that.

You should be terrified, given how he’s behaving. He’s acting like a territorial animal threatening to tear you apart!

Yet despite your anxiety, you cannot deny how arousing this situation is.

The panting. The firm, controlling physical contact. Everything from his nuzzling to his biting has been used to assert some level of power over you, and yet he has not done anything to hurt you.

Well... The bite did sting at first and it is technically a wound. But you do not perceive that as him having harmed you.

You aren’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, and as confused and anxious as you are, you don’t really hate it.

You’re... Uncertain. Unsure as to what he’s doing or why, or what he even means to do with you.

When he finally pulls his mouth from your throat, you hear the audible pop of your skin escaping the intense suction of his lips.

A faint sting makes it clear that he’s left a mark.

No.

He’s left a hickey on your neck.

You feel your cheeks flush the instant that that realization dawns on you. Which in turn draws his attention to your face, prompting him to nuzzle your cheek while making... A noise that sounds somewhere between a growl and a purr.

Oh.

Oh dear.

Is he?!...

You shudder a bit, having now grown acutely aware of something else being pressed up against you.

Where the fuck did this come from?! Throughout all of his time here, he’s never said or done anything that implied any level of carnal interest!

Yet here he is half grinding his obvious carnal interest against you whilst he traps your much smaller body against the wall with his own. He’s practically curled up around you in order to do what he’s doing, which just further makes it clear how persistent he’s being in dominating your personal space.

“E-Eclipse-?!” You stammer his name, though you quickly fall silent again as he drags his tongue along your cheek. Your thoughts escaped you the instant you felt the warmth of his tongue against your skin.

What did you even plan to say? You can’t remember.

Not with him so close. Not while he’s being so persistent with whatever he’s doing.

Your legs nearly buckle as his tongue finds your ear.

He drags you into his arms to keep you secure as he continues to tease your ear with his tongue. And once you’re in his arms, his hands don’t hesitate to begin their exploration. Nor do they explore you gently.

He nips the shell of your ear as his hands quite literally tear at your clothes so that they can access the unexplored flesh hidden beneath.

The noises that he coaxes out of you with his antics are absolutely shameful.

You still aren’t sure where all of this has come from, but for some reason, you don’t hate it. Even if you’re confused and nervous, you don’t hate what he’s doing.

Even as his claws nick your tender flesh and his teeth lightly pierce into your ear, you don’t hate what he’s doing.

“....” Eclipse suddenly murmurs your name into your ear as he nuzzles the side of your head.

You tremble in response.

His voice has gotten so raspy and intense. His arousal is beyond obvious just in his tone. And something about the way it sounds sends pleasant tingles rolling along your spine.

He wants you. His tone makes it obvious.

So does everything else he’s been doing for the past... God, how long has he been all over you like this? Time feels like it's standing still.

But he’s gotten you all riled up now and whatever happens next, you’re going to blame on him for acting like such a lust-stricken beast.

His actions prove infectious enough to make you abandon your inhibitions and pull him into a kiss.

With one swift motion you bring both of your hands to his face to hold him still while you turn your head, and you press your lips against his.

For a split second, Eclipse completely freezes.

The next thing you know, you’re being thrown onto the bed.

The very same bed that he spent his time resting in while you nursed him back to health. The stains from his blood still mark the unkempt bedding.

You stare up at him, completely bewildered, as he stares down at you in turn.

Intense.

His eyes are so intense, and hungry.

Everything about his body language screams danger; from his intense eyes to his almost predatory movements as he calmly steps closer to the bed.

You watch him peel off his own shirt before he crouches to climb onto the bed.

He crawls over top of you like a spider creeping in to devour a helpless fly.

You certainly feel helpless beneath him. And yet, somehow, you don’t feel as though you’re in any danger.

He could have done you serious harm at any point, if he wanted. And he still hasn’t. Which means, despite his visible hunger, he doesn’t actually mean to devour you like an animal.

But despite understanding that you’re probably not in any actual danger, you can’t help the fight or flight that kicks in once he comes to loom over you.

You’re confused. Scared. Aroused.

You don’t know what you’re trying to do or why you’re even trying to roll over and crawl out from under him. The adrenaline and all of these conflicting emotions are just making you react, and the only way that you can think to react is to try and escape. Even if you don’t actually intend to get away from him.

Eclipse responds in turn like an animal apprehending its prey.

His hands easily capture your small, laughably weak body. And once he has a good hold on you, he roughly pins you down atop the bed.

Your submissive mewling is muffled by the pillows as even your head is pressed down. Not enough to risk smothering you, but enough to establish that there’s no easy way to squirm out from under him.

You wrap your arms around the pillow instinctively, holding it tightly as if it will provide you some sense of stability as you wriggle about in his grasp.

Eclipse isn’t the only one acting like an animal right now.

In your squirming, you find yourself practically presenting yourself to him. He allows you to lift your hips and tuck your knees, and because that’s all that you can do, you do it.

You kneel under him like a bitch in heat and he practically mounts you like a dog. The only thing preventing him from actually claiming you is your clothes.

Yours and his, technically. He still has his pants on.

Not for long, though.

He tears apart the clothing that is keeping him from feeling you and your squirming body directly against his. You hear it and you feel it when he literally reduces your clothing to ribbons using his claws.

None too gently, at that.

Your skin stings, which makes it clear that he’s caught you with his talons again. But you don’t care.

You just whine pathetically into your pillow as you feel Eclipse pressing his fully exposed genitals against you.

You swear you feel two. They’re sliding between your thighs, threatening to invade you. But you can’t find the nerve to look back and see for yourself what he’s got going on between his legs.

“E-Eclipse!” You whine his name into the pillow as you feel him grinding against you.

Fuck, you’re so wet. If he felt like it, he could just slide right in and stretch you out without issue.

You gasp at the unexpected feeling of his mouth against the back of your neck.

He’s biting you. And for some reason, it burns.

It burns like…

You tentatively reach back to feel where his mouth is locked against your flesh. And in doing so, you burn the tips of your fingers on his scalding hot ichor.

“Eclipse?!” You whimper his name, admittedly bewildered, as the heat of his blood spreads throughout your body from the bite on the back of your neck.

You hear and feel him growl in response.

He keeps his teeth locked so long that the bite genuinely starts to become painful. Genuinely painful. His teeth pull free of you only when those first tears begin to roll down your cheeks; at which point he begins to lap at the sore wound in order to soothe it. But by then you’re meekly sniffling from the pain brought about by the intensity of the bite and the unpleasant sensation of his blood singing your wounded flesh.

The only real distraction that he can give you is the feel of his cock - er, cocks? - sliding into your waiting body.

You cannot help but cry out in response. The pain and the pleasure mix together, creating a sensation that genuinely overwhelms you as he claims you completely.

He moans like a beast as he invades your body.

You moan and you sob, clinging tightly to your pillow as you feel him stretch you to the brink of breaking.

Hot.

You feel hot. Especially around the back of your neck, and where his body invades yours.

Eclipse practically curls around you to hold you close as he animalistically ruts into you. He presses you so close to him that he can barely even rock his hips.

But whether he manages to slide an inch, or six inches, it still feels incredibly intense.

So much so that you can’t stop crying. Even though the pain is gone and your neck has stopped bothering you, you’re just so overwhelmed by it all that you cannot help but sob underneath him as he fucks you like a beast.

It feels good. But it feels too good.

So good that you have to grip the pillow until your knuckles turn white from the strain.

So good that you genuinely cannot tell how many times you’ve orgasmed before you feel an unexpected rush of heat as the Deity apparently reaches his climax.

His ejaculate is hot. Just like his blood, but not nearly as intense.

Your abdomen is left feeling incredibly warm after he spills his seed into you. Even from the outside, you can feel it when you press your hand against your abdomen in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure.

You feel so hot and full.

There’s so little space between your bodies that his seed has nowhere to go but inside. So your abdomen bloats ever so slightly from the excess fluid that has been pumped deep inside of you.

He bites you again mid-ejaculation.

You whine meekly as his teeth pierce your shoulder.

The one that was previously completely unharmed.

God, you’re covered in marks. From his teeth. From his claws. From the sheer strength of his grip.

Bite marks. Claw marks. Bruises.

You genuinely look as though you’ve just been attacked by an animal, and yet all that you can really focus on is the sensation in your abdomen as you feel his seed permeate your uterus.

Good Lord, he fucked you like he meant to breed you. And given the heat spreading through your insides, he very well might have.

Somehow he’s still hard.

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, now that he’s holding still.

You whimper again as you feel him start to nuzzle the crook of your neck. The last of your tears roll down your cheeks as you begin to hiccup uncontrollably, all of the emotions now catching up with you now that the intensity of the moment has passed.

Eclipse shushes you gently. Apologetically, even.

“I’m sorry...” He murmurs, moving to gently nuzzle your cheek as he shifts ever so slightly, coaxing another whine out of you unintentionally.

“Shh. It's okay.” He hums, adjusting you in his arms so that he can roll you over until you face him.

You then wrap your arms around him and cling to him tightly; even as you feel him slip out of you, along with a sudden gush of his seed.

Your cheeks flare with the embarrassment of the sensation. But he draws no attention to it, because his focus is entirely on comforting you.

“I was too rough with you. I’m sorry.” He murmurs, continuing to apologize even as he rolls over so that you can lay on top of him.

For a few moments, he seems content to just hold you. Until suddenly his arms shift so that he can hoist you off of him.

Initially, you try to resist him. And at first, he allows it. But after a few seconds, he gets very persistent with his movements and you have no choice but to obey him.

“Let me see.” He requests, establishing that he wants to see what he’s done to you.

You whine, mostly in protest, and partly in embarrassment as he proceeds to sit you upright on top of him. Then you shudder as your recently demolished, still overly sensitive genitals come into contact with his bare abdomen.

His skin is so cold. It feels strangely pleasant against your nethers. Soothing, in a way. Like a rush of cool water on a burn.

You cannot help but awkwardly roll your hips.

Despite the stimulation that the friction brings, the soothing chill of his skin is worth it. Though you fail to properly take into consideration that Eclipse can see what you’re doing. And what you’re doing is basically humping his chiseled abdominal muscles like an untrained animal. Not that he seems to mind, given that his hands are on your hips, and he could stop you at any moment.

He does not want to stop you, though.

If you had bothered to stop and pay attention, you would be able to take in his expression. You would see the intense desire in his half-lidded eyes. You would see how he has to fight the urge to arch his back against you as you shamelessly grind against him. You would see the faint curl of his lips and the pleasured snarl that he gives you with each motion. A pleasured snarl that remains silent only because he somehow finds the strength of will to keep from moaning underneath you.

You become aware of his heavy stare only when he finally tightens his hold on your hips to force you to keep your body still. At which point you realize what exactly you’ve been doing, and you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

“I am” Eclipse groans, his hands now shaking as he trails them down your hips to your thighs “I am trying to be gentle, with you!”. He practically scolds you as he coaxes your hips up off of his abdomen; which has now been heavily smeared with a mixture of your own arousal and his spent ejaculate.

“Have you any idea how hard it is to control myself, with you throwing yourself at me like this?!” He asks, though his tone is anything but accusatory.

He sounds excited, to say the least. And you know that it must be your fault, given the little show you just put on for him.

You struggle to fight back a needy moan as he guides your hips back so that he can bring you down to his pelvis.

You can see how strange his anatomy is now. He really does have two penises. But they are not shaped like anything a human has ever had. They are long, and striking in their color. Fiery orange. They stand out as a sharp contrast against his ebony skin.

No wonder they feel so hot. With a color like that, how could they possibly be made from anything but flame?

You watch, literally trembling with anticipation, as the two tendrils coil around each other like snakes.

Did you really take both of these, before? Skies above; they were huge! And when wrapped around each other like they were now, their combined base must have been as thick as your arm!

“Say that you want me!” Eclipse commands, holding you so that you hover over his writhing mass of arousal. You’re kept high enough that he cannot slip into you, but low enough that you can feel the two tips greedily reaching out to explore your sensitive flesh.

He even forces you to lean slightly so that he can specifically tease your clitoris with his bizarre phalluses, stimulating your further and coaxing dramatic sound from your trembling lips.

“I-I wh-?!” You try to question him, only to be distracted by the teasing stimulation.

Fuck. You want him! Of course you want him! You would have sobbed and begged him to stop if you had not wanted him to mount you earlier! So why does he care about consent now, when he’s already marked your womb with his divine seed?!

“I claimed you once already, while my mind was gone. Nngh - I-I want to hear it from your lips! Tell me. Gift yourself to me, and become mine completely, while I still have this moment of sanity!” He commands again, giving you more thorough details this time around.

He seems to be struggling to maintain his composure. You can see it in his face, as you gaze down at him.

Come to think of it, you saw it earlier as well. Back when this little confrontation first began, and it took place right up until you kissed him.

Eclipse is battling with a part of himself. A part that desperately wants to just take you and claim you as his. A part of him that is likely governed by the beastly instincts of the Vampiric curse; the part of him that contains the monster that he could become if his bloodlust goes unquenched.

The other part of him; the part that is currently in control, the part that houses his humanity; it wants to make sure that you’re alright with this.

He wants you to be his. Both sides; the God and the Vampire. But one side will take you without your consent, whereas the other desperately wants to give you the right to choose.

You tremble as you stare down at him.

You really are messed up, aren’t you? To be turned on by the idea of being claimed by a God; with or without the right to turn him down; is absolutely abhorrent.

But you don’t care how wrong it is to want this, or to want to be made his property.

He is kind.

Despite everything; he is kind. He has shown you more human compassion in his brief stay here than you have received from the actual humans that live here.

And you have shown him more compassion and understanding than any other human that he has had the chance to meet. That is likely why he has grown so fixated on you in the first place. You embody everything he has longed for since he was stripped of his humanity, and he is not willing to let the opportunity satiate his desires slip past his fingers.

You hold just as much power over him as he has over you. Maybe not in the literal sense, but still.

“I-I-” You whine, struggling to find your words as you desperately try to lower yourself down onto him.

“I-I” He relaxes his grip, allowing you to sink down onto him of your own free will “I want you!” you finally blurt out.

Eclipse responds in turn by pulling you down onto him completely. He mercilessly reclaims your body, coaxing a strangely relieved moan out of you as you feel him stretch you out again.

The heat is back. Intense and addictive.

The God uses his hold on your hips to guide you as you begin to ride him. His other hands move elsewhere to support your body as you move.

One hand tangles with yours while the other cups your face.

His thumb slips into your open mouth. You feel it hold down your tongue; which makes your moans appear so much louder than before.

“You are mine!” Eclipse practically snarls these words as he maintains unwavering eye contact with you.

“No one else may have you! No one else may do so much as touch you! Or I will show them how monstrous I can be!” He states, grunting between every word as you bounce relentlessly on top of him.

Droll dribbles down your cheek and tears of pleasure well in your eyes as you become overwhelmed by the sensations once more, but you cannot help but bounce your hips.

This is all your doing. You’re the one riding him. You’re the one moaning like a whore as you feel his heated lengths impale your womanhood time and time again.

You’re the one offering yourself to him as a willing sacrifice. One that is meant to be treasured, rather than slaughtered.

“After this, I must go... I have duties to attend to.” He groans, obviously fighting back his orgasm in a desperate pursuit of dragging out these last few moments by your side.

“But I-” He groans, arching his back and trembling as the pleasure nearly overwhelms him “I will return!” He promises.

You gasp as he pulls you down completely onto him, stretching you to the brink of breaking as he ejaculates once more. You’re made to take every drop of his seed while he holds you completely still to prevent anything from spilling.

You moan, practically broken mentally from the pleasure, as you watch your abdomen bloat from the internal pressure.

“When-” He pants “When the bite on your neck fades, I will return to mark you again.” He promises, sitting up so that he can claim your lips in a rough and dominating kiss.

You moan sweetly into his mouth as he tangles his tongues with yours, devouring your pleasure with his kiss.

By the time your brain registers the sensation of him slipping out of you, he’s already gone. Long, long gone.

Your mind completely blanked out at some point during the kiss. What would have been a couple hours of aftercare have become nothing but a foggy dream in the back of your mind. But you can remember the feel of his embrace as he ushered you off into sleep, promising to return for you before the bite on your neck could heal completely.

Your cheeks flush faintly as you reach up to brush your fingers against the mark on the back of your neck. Though it is sore, knowing that you have it makes your stomach feel all fluttery.

You do not know for certain if this is a mark of love. It is too early to say for certain what it truly means to be claimed by a God.

But you know that Eclipse treasures you like he treasures nothing else upon this Earth. And that alone is enough to give you those same lovestruck butterflies that anyone else might feel in those moments where they first catch feelings.

And honestly, just knowing that you’re cared for is enough. At least for now.

#Vampire!Eclipse #Eclipse x Reader #not osha approved #Possessive Eclipse #female reader

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