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𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ! + 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 ; 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵
warnings : afab reader + no pronouns used, choso x reader, vampire ! reader + choso, vampire x vampire + biting + blood drinking, dick riding, bathtub sex, flowers in bath + candles, romantic sex, unprotected sex + slight breeding kink, smut + fluff, grammar mistakes(?)
notes; love choso sm, don't ask why a male is making afab reader smut, k. Just enjoy this! also doesn't a romantic bathtub sound so lovely? Like I could give you a romantic time in a bathtub & who wants to recreate Queen of the damned with me/hjjj
Your head was spinning, and your throat felt dry, your groan in pain, you tried your best to hold in your bloodlust. Choso had a suprise for you, you didn't know what yet but he said for you to try hold in your hunger, for him. Of course you did, you took off your coat and shoes, the house was dark and light was appearing from under the door. "Choso, baby?" You said, you heard a yelp form inside the bathroom, you can hear splashing of water. "G-ah! Hold on, darling!" You can hear footsteps from inside, you can see the doorknob turn and it reveals him. Your sweet boyfriend, Choso. He was kinda wet, his black hair down and he smiled sheepishly at you, you can see his fangs and you groan slightly before hugging him. "So where's the suprise, is it you wet?" You chuckle slightly, his face flushes red and he rubs the back of his neck, he sighs and looks at you. "A-ah no! Sorry, is that what you wanted..?" He says, slightly confused, his eyebrows furrow in worry, you shake your head. "N-no, just- nevermind. So the real suprise?" You ask, he grabs your hand gently, his cold skin touching your skin, he walks in and the bathroom is in the dark expect the candles as lights, there are beautiful rose petals and flowers in the bathtub. "Woah" you let, it was beautiful, he smiles and kisses your cheek gently, he rubs your knuckles. "I hope you like it..!" He says, looking excited, you forget about the hunger in you, you kiss him, you found it lovely. "About... We take a b-bath together..?" He suggests, it was obvious that it was ships original plan but he wanted to make sure, you nod and take off your clothes. Freeing your body from your clothes, he gulps and looks away, you smile at him before going in the bathtub, the hot water warming your cold body, the petals float around your body. You go to the other side of the bathtub, your head turns to look behind you, choso gets in. His face still red, you grin and go underwater. "Uh..? Sweety?" He asks, confused, the water moves so does the petals, you pop up, infront of his face, he flinched before he blinks at you, you look at his neck and your hands go up his chest.
Your nails softly rubbing against his skin as your hand goes up, you lean more closer, your cunt clenches around nothing as your mouth touches his pale skin, kissing his chest, he holds your hips as you suck softly on his skin, your fangs glazing over his skin. "a-ah" that's all he can mutter out, your hand goes behind his head as he leans backwards, your mouth goes on his neck, you bite down, he yelps and grips your hips harder, you can feel his dick twitching against your stomach, his hardness standing tall, you suck on his neck, you slowly fill your hunger with his blood. "Choso, 'm love your taste.." You mutter out which he blushes on return. He softly grinds his hips against you. You suck him harder. You softly let out a moan against his pale skin. Your hunger turns into hunger for lechery, you lift yourself by grabbing his shoulders, he moans and opens his mouth when you slide yourself down on him, your wet warmthness clenching around his dick, his moans turn to whimpers, you move. "Ah-, fuck." You moan, his hands are still on your hips, you move up and down, he whines when you stop, teasingly. "Baby, please move, 'm want you.." he whines, you move slowly, after some minutes of teasing, his nails dig into your skin as he moves you, himself. You throw your head back, one of his hands go up to grope your chest, playing with the soft mush, rubbing your nipple by and down by his thumb, you bite your lip, your bottom lip hurts due to your fangs, he holds you closer, thrusting in you even more faster, it makes calling noise, the water splashing around you both, the petals and flowers move around in the tub. "Ag-ah.. 'm love you so much!" He whispers, biting your neck, you let out a small scream, he pulls out of you and thrusts back in, not stopping his harsh thrusts, you push his chest as he slowly gets up, his butt resting on a step in the tub, water drips down both of your bodies. He grabs your ass, using it to thrusts into you, your legs tremble slightly and his mouth finally moves around from your neck, focusing on your anf his pleasure, the light of the candles shine on your bodies. "I love you, Choso! 'm want you forever, s' mark me as yours!" You say, hpace, e nods his head and he goes more faster, his hand going to your clit, rubbing the bud with his thumb, his cold and wet fingers make it feel better, your nails dig into his skin. His dick hits spots in you, that one spot which makes you see stars, your and his head are thrown back, mouth open as you let out a silent scream, eyes are rolled back, and Choso doesn't stop his pace. Continuing to thrust inside of your cunt, his mind goes hazy so does yours and you both don't think about anything else, your mind is cock-drunk and he is pussy-whipped. He is only thinkin' is cumming inside of you and your thinkin' is cumming all over his cock, which you both do so, you being the first one to cum on his dick, you cumt clenching around his hardness as you do, his mouth opens and he lets out a slight moan, his dick twitching and cumming inside of your warmthness, you lean against him and bite his shoulder as he is pumping his semen into you, your cunt is fill his dick and his cream, he moans and pants, you weakly get up, semen dripping form your cunt, onto his legs and into the water. "Fuck..." You say and he holds you, breathing on your hair, you swallow your saliva, his shoulder covered in bite marks and some blood left on his pale skin. "What you say about round two?" You say. "Wha!? I mean sure.. if you want to.."
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vampire!eddie x supernatural!fem!reader
from the Death Becomes Us au
18+ONLY, smut, period sex, (f) receiving oral while on their period, unprotected p in v, wet dream, blood, the pet name 'sweetheart', drinking blood.
wc: 3.4k
Reader in Death Becomes Us is also supernatural and has some physical scars that are mentioned in this. Eddie is her neighbor in a trailer park filled with vampires, in a town where vampires are basically a tourist attraction. Bits of these things are mentioned, but this can easily be enjoyed as a stand-alone.
ALSO, this is pure smut that does not progress the story one bit 😂 So, if you'd rather skip it, you won't miss any crucial information.
I've had several requests for vampire!eddie smut and, even more specifically, vampire!eddie with a reader who is on their period, and so this was born. I've had this sitting finished for so long, I wasn't sure I would post it.
You hadn’t realized you’d drifted off to sleep on the sofa in front of an episode of The Twilight Zone until a knock at the door made your adrenaline race into action. It was a dark, moonless night, and the only illumination in your trailer was from the television, a string of tiny pumpkin lights along the window, and a flickering candle on the counter in the kitchen.
The time on the VCR said 11:46 and you got to your feet with caution, figuring it had to be a vampire at the door—you just weren’t sure which one.
“It’s me. Eddie,” his voice was a mumble out on the porch.
The sound made your heart stutter.
“What do you want?” You asked, pausing with your hand on the doorknob so you could look out the peephole. He was standing back a ways, hands in his pockets, elbows out, and a black shirt unbuttoned down his chest. He looked particularly dressed up, as if he’d been hustling the unsuspecting wealthy widows down at the country club.
You watched him smirk at your question. “Can’t a neighbor come by and say hi? I saw your TV was on.”
You gave a quick glance down at what you were wearing, making sure you were decent, but also to make sure you didn’t have crumbs all over you from the dry cereal you were eating earlier.
“I haven’t seen you around all week,” you got flustered after you said it, not wanting it to sound like you were waiting around for him and counting the minutes.
“Yeah,” he gave his lips a generous lick, wetting them until they were shiny. “You realized I was gone? Does that mean you missed me?.”
There was no formal understanding or commitment between the two of you, but also, there was something unspoken that compelled you to worry about him when you didn’t see the whites of his eyes for a few days.
You opened the door and inclined your head, motioning for him to come in, and moved back so he could step in off the porch. You’d already invited him in once, and unless you rescinded that invite, he could technically come in whenever he wanted.
He waltzed in like he owned the place, picking up small things as he went to inspect them, looking around as if trying to catch you in the act of doing something. You were just about to offer him some of the NuBlood you had in your cabinet in the event of a vampire guest when he stopped abruptly and took a long, violent inhale, and held the breath in his puffed out chest.
His eyes narrowed on you and began to darken. He sniffed the air again, and then his eyelids fluttered a bit as if he’d caught a whiff of heaven. The tip of his tongue shot out from between his ejected fangs.
“It’s that time of the month huh?” He asked it very casually, like a doctor might, and at first you wondered what he was referring to, but then you felt a sudden wetness in your underwear and a pang from your uterus.
“You can smell it?” You asked, stepping away. “I didn’t even realize that I—”
“You just started,” he told you in the same matter-of-fact way, turning on his heel. He walked over to the vanilla sugar candle, hoping it would mask the scent so that his cock wouldn’t come to attention right there in your trailer because his mouth was already watering. “Maybe I should come back another time,” he gripped the side of the counter so hard, he almost broke a piece of it off.
“Um, it’s okay, just, well, give me a second to—” you were about to walk by him on the way to the bathroom when his arm shot out as a barrier, catching you at your chest.
“No, stay,” he whispered. When your eyes met, you wondered if he was using that glamouring technique on you to make you do whatever he wanted, but then you remembered that you were impervious to vampire powers.
He took a step, closing the distance. You could see his abnormally slow heartbeat under the cold, pale, tattooed landscape of his throat. He tilted his chin up an inch as if exposing it more for you, watching with attentive eyes as you drank in the curve from his jaw to his neck, to the collar of his shirt.
“Like what you see?” Cocky and bold as ever, but this time, he was really asking. He really wanted to know.
You ignored his question, searching his face. “Why haven’t we ever kissed before?”
He choked at that abrupt outburst and attempted to smirk, but then cleared his throat. “Would you like to change that, sweetheart?”
“Maybe,” you stepped so that your leg was touching his, and his plump pink lips parted, eyelids drooping, anticipating your next move. Eddie opened himself up to you, pulling his shoulder blades back so that you could have his chest and throat, accepting whatever offer you had in mind.
"You're so cold," you mused, and then you were moving in, putting your warm mouth to his throat, relishing the smooth, cool flesh on your lips. You flicked your tongue out to make him groan a little, his hands moving to dig his fingers into your hips. He smelled like Ivory bar soap and fresh earth and vanilla musk, with those soft, nicotine undertones.
“I might be on the verge of melting,” he slid one hand between your legs and the damp heat that was building there. You nipped at his cool skin, sucking it through your teeth, while your hands worked up his ribs to find his nipples with your thumbs.
“I was wondering when you’d finally take advantage of me,” he offered a low chuckle. The laugh had a bit of nervousness in it, though, and his voice cracked at the end.
You could feel the vibration from his sound, licking a stripe up until you found his chin. He dropped his head, catching your mouth with his, and there was nothing practiced or cautious about the kiss—it was messy and desperate, and his ringed fingers found a home between your legs, making you moan.
The blood was seeping through your clothes, and for sure there was a stain through the material of your sweats by now.
“Your smell is making my mouth water,” he broke free from the kiss to put his forehead to yours, but his fingers continued moving in circles on the right spot. You blinked up to find that his eyes were closed. “It’s probably not a good idea for me to be here right now," he bit out, reluctantly.
But he didn’t move, and you curled your thumbs into his belt loops to catch him if he tried. He rolled his forehead back and forth across yours, making your noses brush while the pads of his fingers applied more pressure.
“Have you ever—” you trailed off, words catching in your throat as his hand breach the elastic of your bottoms. “---done this while someone was on their—-”
Eddie paused with his fingers on the skin of your lower belly, making their way down. He pulled his head back to get a read on your facial expression, but you were one of the few people in the world that was a mystery to him. “I’ve never had the pleasure.”
“Won’t it be…messy?”
“I like messy,” and then he chomped his teeth, biting the air between the two of you, before moving in to find your lips again, cupping the side of your face with his hand. His mouth did not close in on yours fully, but the tip of his tongue came out to catch your top lip.
You were up against the kitchen counter now, and you latched onto Eddie’s strong arm, encouraging his hand further down. You gave a muffled cry into his mouth when the pads of his fingers found the wetness seeping through your underwear.
It was too wet to be pure arousal, and just then the coppery tang scent hit the air, making Eddie suck in a sharp breath. “Blood from the uterus lining is some of the sweetest there is,” he growled the words, bypassing your underwear so that he could dip a finger down through your folds, rings clicking together. You pulled down on his arm like a lever until one of his fingers was sinking inside of you, making you gasp. Your walls clenched him, and you begged for another finger, “more,” so he obliged.
“The way you’re gripping around me—fuck,” Eddie said against your lips.
Your knees trembled as he fucked his fingers in you a few times, twisting them, curling them in deep, and then he started to pull out, slowly.
His eyes were pure black when his lids flicked open; tips of his fangs peeking out from between parted lips.
He brought his fingers up into view, and they were glistening with your crimson gift, dripping down his knuckles, and he admired the sight. You wondered what he would do, at first, but then you watched those digits disappear deep into his mouth, lips sealing around them at the base.
He swallowed a few times, and then sucked each one individually, cleaning up the drips on his hand with a greedy, quick tongue. When he was done, there were signs of his feast in the corners of his mouth, and in the shadowy flicker from the candle flame, it looked like he’d just devoured something smothered in barbeque sauce.
“You taste so good,” he breathed, forehead on yours again, his hands making fists in the material of your sweats, arm muscles tense, using all of his willpower not to rip them from your body. His tongue lashed out, tip beckoning in little curls, and you met the need with your own, tasting yourself on him.
It didn’t take long for you to be on the sofa in the living room with your sweats off and Eddie kneeling between your spread legs; a multitude of scars from ankles to hips on full display. He looked up at you first, eyes a pure, marble black, and you nodded, scooting hips forward so he could push your legs further apart.
A bit of tinted drool shone at the edge of his chin as his mouth found the mound of your arousal over your underwear, licking and sucking over the fabric, tasting you, nipping with his teeth. His tongue flattened out and dragged long and hard up your slit, making you cry out under your breath.
“Eddie,” you whimpered, sucking your bottom lip in through your teeth. Your pussy was literally aching for him, throbbing under the weight of his licks.
You had a hungry vampire between your legs, and he could snap your leg off at the hip like a twig if he wanted to. He could bite down on your femoral artery and drain you without breaking a sweat.
Your menstrual juices were painting his chin when he sat back to pull your underwear off and get rid of the final barrier, staring up at you as he did so. You sat forward, and he thought maybe you were going to push him off, but you held his head with both of your hands, guiding him in. “I want to cum in your mouth.”
His head lowered without pause, with the tremble of a grin on his soft lips, and he kissed your cunt first before you felt his tongue sink into your hole. Low moans were coming from deep in his chest as he fed, taking generous swallows. You rocked your hips up against his face and held his head there, whining when he moved his mouth up to roll his tongue in circles over your clit.
“Oh god, Eddie, oh fuck,” you shuddered.
He’d been starving for you for so long, not only for your blood, but for your scent, your pheromones, your taste. He wanted to kiss you from the inside out, he wanted to swallow you whole again and again, and still have you left over. He wanted you to know his secrets, to see the darkness in him and not be afraid.
You pushed his mouth off of you, for a second, to find that he was panting and pussy drunk, and you could see your reflection in his two black pools. You ran your thumb down his lips, catching the mess, and then pushed the thumb into his mouth, and he moaned, closing his eyes to suck it clean, one sharp fang dragging along your flesh.
You locked eyes with him, jaw going slack, and he dropped back down again to draw a few deliberate licks through your folds, fingers digging into your thighs.
With a gust of determination, he decided to switch the position. Eddie went to his back, flat on the ground, and pulled you with him so that you were on your knees above his head, straddling his shoulders.
Staring up at your pussy, he buried two of his fingers into you again and muttered, “god, you’re so fucking beautiful open wide for me like this.” He watched your hole spread out as a drip of blood rolled down his palm.
“Sit down,” he murmured, removing his fingers so that you whimpered, clenching on nothing. “Sit all the way down, pull all your weight on me, sweetheart.”
He coaxed you where he wanted you, his strong hands firm at your hips. You went down until you could feel his nose nestled at your clit and then his tongue darted inside of you with supernatural force. He fed on you for a few seconds, and then he was sucking at your bundle of nerves again, humming as he did so.
“Eddie! That’s—I’m so close,” you rolled your hips and grabbed some of his hair in your fist, making him mumble with pleasure. You braced your other hand on the ground at his shoulder to anchor yourself, even though you knew he had the strength to hold you. You were all but suffocating him now, bucking against his face.
Eddie could feel your sweet bud under his tongue get hard and he knew you were close. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking arousal in his jeans.
“I’m gonna cum…fuck, I’m cumming!” It was then that the velvet walls began to crash around you, and your hole rippled at his chin. You arched back and released into his mouth, losing control. Between the cum and the blood, you felt like he owned a part of you know—you’d given him a potent cocktail that no one else would ever know the pleasure of.
He didn’t want anyone else to know the pleasure of it.
He let out a sound that was part man, part beast, and pulled the cheeks of your ass apart so that he could retrieve every drop from your slit, slurping as he did so. He drank while you came back to earth, trembling, moving your core back and forth over his face.
You went to crawl off, to move away and give him some air, but he locked you in place. “I’m not done,” his voice was muffled. You giggled at the sound of his lips smacking, but then you quivered at the way he continued to lap at your slit .
Once his grip loosened, you moved to get off of him completely, but he coaxed you back to sit on his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.
When he lifted his head up, his chocolate eyes were human again, his pale skin smeared with blood; down his chin, across his cheeks, even the tip of his nose. He bit down on his bottom lip and sucked it through to catch some of the excess, giving a contented sigh.
You reached behind you to feel the outline of his cock straining in his denim.
“Yeah?” He asked, searching your face as he moved to undo his belt buckle. “You want that?”
You nodded, at a loss for words at what was happening. Once you heard his jeans unzip, you sent your hand down to breach the elastic of his boxers, salivating when you found the wet tip. “Can I?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie reach down over your legs to push his jeans down further, releasing the thick, hard length. “You don’t even have to ask.”
He lifted his head to watch you line his cock up with your dripping hole, and when you began to ease down, your warm, wet walls contracted around the head and Eddie hissed. Your mouth opened as you sank, needing the way he stretched you out to the point that it was almost painful.
You gasped as you bottomed out, meeting his hooded gaze.
“You know, you can have this whenever you want,” he breathed. “This is all yours.”
“All mine? No one else’s?” You were riding him now, teasing him at the tip with a few muscle clenches before dropping all the way down again.
You lowered your torso so that your bodies were pressed together and Eddie bucked up into you deep and slow a few times.
Your lips were an inch or two away from his, and you watched his eyes go black again as another hunger seized him. “Tell me,” you pushed. “Tell me that you belong to me now,” you purred.
Somehow, you could feel another orgasm mounting when the smell of your blood on his lips crowded your senses.
He slotted one hand at your jaw, thumb cradling your ear, and with the other, he coaxed your hips down to take him deeper, and his thrusts snapped up to meet you.
“I’ve always been yours,” he whispered it around a hard swallow, just before your mouth came crashing down, tasting yourself on him, wanting to inhale his words so they could feed you in a different way. There were tears building for some reason, and you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze, to see if he was emotional too.
And then, you woke up.
It took you a full minute to adjust to the harsh, unwelcome morning light as you became aware of the full sun exposure of your bedroom.
You coughed a few times, feeling the wind get literally knocked out of you when you realized the truth of the situation.
You’d had too many vampire Eddie sex dreams to count at that point, ever since you’d ingested his blood that night after you were attacked, but this one in particular left your heart heavy and your pussy aching.
Normally, you’d have to reach for your vibrator to finish yourself off when you woke up from the throes of one of those wet dreams, but this time, you only felt sad, and the desire for pleasure was gone as soon as you adjusted to reality.
You hadn’t fallen asleep in front of the tv, Eddie had never come knocking, and the two of you had never so much as kissed. You also had not caught a glimpse of him in over a week, since he’d taken you to visit Sacrament, the vampire bar in The Upside Down. You’d seen a different car at his place a few times, probably just popping in to take care of his cat, but other than that—nothing.
You wondered where he went at night, and you wondered if he ever thought of you.
In real life, you wanted nothing to do with him, but these vampire-blood induced dreams were really starting to mess with the integrity of your resolve.
Also, you realized that you’d just started your period.
You stood wearily from your bedside and carried the remnants of a familiar disappointment with you to the bathroom, and then the kitchen, angling for some coffee to make it better. You poured water into the Brewmaster you found at a thrift store and flipped it on to percolate while you went to water your one plant in the window.
Your eyes lifted groggily to look outside as you hydrated your potted friend and noticed that Eddie’s GTO was parked out front of his place. The blackout curtains to his trailer were all pulled shut so tight, you couldn’t get a glimpse inside, so at least you knew he was home.
Suddenly, you were flooded with a sexually frustrated irritation that made you curse his name into the void.
Part 7
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Spooky Season Day #26
Summary: [AFAB masculine reader] You've got a thing for casual sex and vampire bites. And you've just found a vamp who really likes your heavily pregnant belly.
Wordcount: 1,889
Themes: Vampire sex, casual sex, lactation, mention of blood (it's a vampire)
Fangs and Guns.
What a weird name for a dating app. Well, to be perfectly honest, it wasn't a dating app-- it was a vampire-specific hookup app, meant to connect bloodsuckers and humans for sex and consensual feedings. But it had a good number of people on it, and you'd used it quite a bit over the past couple of years, because you sort of had a thing for being nibbled on.
Only this time, you'd agreed to meet up with a vamp while carrying a human hookup's 'little accident'.
Oh, he knew you were pregnant, and nearing your due date to boot. You kept your profile updated so there'd be no questions when you showed up for a good time hauling a large, heavy belly. On the one hand, it seemed to narrow down your choice of fuckbuddies, but on the other, those that swiped right usually turned out to be very enthusiastic about your condition.
The vampire you'd agreed to meet tonight was no exception. You'd been messaging back and forth for a few days, and while there'd been plenty of the usual talk of blood types and STI testing, he also hadn't been shy about asking for pictures of your swollen gut.
At least your pregnancy was good for something.
You arrived at the hotel and waited nervously in the dimly lit parking lot, rubbing the side of your stomach where the baby was kicking and stretching.
"Hello there," came a deep, slightly accented voice that almost made you jump. "You look even more magnificent than your photos."
He was tall and well-dressed, wearing an expensive-looking suit that flattered his figure. His eyes caught the faint light in an odd, inhuman sort of way, though otherwise they looked entirely human. You could tell he was built from the way he held himself, and you were already eager to see him naked.
"Thank you," you said. "You're not bad-looking yourself. I'd offer you a hug, but..." You patted the side of your bump and grinned.
"I wouldn't dream of making you strain yourself," he replied with dry amusement, a hint of fang peeking between his lips. "Shall we?"
You let him lead the way inside, allowing him to open the door and guide you down the hallway to the room he'd already booked. Thankfully, nobody gave you a second glance despite your pronounced waddle.
He'd asked to be called Lucien, and you didn't question it. It didn't really matter if that was his real name.
Once you were alone together, he wasted no time. He immediately reached out to touch you, cupping your bearded face and then sliding his hands down your chest. You'd never had much in the way of a chest until after you'd gotten knocked up, but now it was bloated and puffy, filling with milk for the kid doing summersaults in your stomach. Lucien's cool fingers fondled the tender flesh and teased a few drops of milk from your nipples to soak into the fabric of your t-shirt, smiling with amusement as the wet patches began to grow.
"Milking's extra," you chuckled, only half joking. "I'm more interested in getting to the good stuff."
Your vampire laughed, giving your chest one last pat before dropping his hands down to the hem of your shirt. "Then let's get you comfortable," he said, tugging it up over the dome of your belly.
You lifted your arms and let him pull it off over your head, gasping as the chilly air hit your skin and sent a shiver down your spine. Your pregnant abdomen was almost impossibly round, decorated with reddened stretch marks and faint curls that thickened down around your protruding navel. You weren't terribly fond of the look, but you knew some guys found it super hot.
Lucien's hands were there in an instant, stroking reverently over the tight skin. "Gorgeous," he murmured. "So full of life. I almost can't believe there isn't someone out there who wants to lay claim to you-- and this." The vampire's long fingers were bold as they drifted lower, cupping you through your jeans and giving you a squeeze. "But then I wouldn't have the opportunity for a taste, would I?"
"That's right," you answered, biting your lip at the touch. "I'm all yours tonight, and the baby isn't due for another couple of weeks, so do all the tasting you want."
His eyes seemed to flash red for a moment, and his lips parted, showing off those wicked fangs. They looked sharp enough to cut, and the idea of him sinking them into your neck was a thrill that sent a shiver of anticipation through your body.
Lucien stepped closer, his breath a cool breeze against your bare shoulder. "I can smell the blood coursing through your veins," he said, the words barely above a whisper. "Can hear your heart beating fast and hard in your chest. You're excited, aren't you?"
Fuck. You could feel your core clench in anticipation, liquid heat surging forth to dampen your boxers, while the child in your womb gave a particularly robust kick. "Do you even have to ask?"
His smile grew predatory as he moved even closer. His body was firm and solid against you, and you could feel the bulge of his arousal pressing into your side.
"I just like to hear you say it," Lucien answered. His hand slid down the side of your bump and into the front of your pants. His graceful fingers quickly found their way beneath your underwear and between the slick lips of your sex.
"Ahh, fuck," you gasped. His fingers were cooler than your skin, and you could feel yourself flutter and twitch as he slowly stroked through your wetness.
"Tell me how badly you want me," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want me to suck your blood while I fuck you?"
"Yes," you moaned. You felt so good already, the pleasure rolling through you as his fingers dipped inside and curled against your inner walls, and you wanted more. "Fuck me. Bite me. Drink my blood."
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through you, making you shudder. "I love a meal with a little spice."
"I'll give you spice," you groaned. Your belly was so tight and heavy, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat. You were desperate for release. "C'mon. Please. Don’t make me wait."
The vampire chuckled and slipped his fingers free, making you groan at the loss. But he was already unbuckling his belt, his cock hard and already standing proud as he pushed his pants and underwear down and kicked them off. "Turn around and put your hands on the mattress," he instructed. "Legs spread wide."
You hurried to obey, leaning forward with your legs spread as wide as you could get them with the baby weighing you down.
"Perfect."
The next thing you knew, his hand was on the small of your back, gently pressing you further forward and tilting your hips up.
"Just like that."
And then he was inside, his cock a smooth, thick shaft as it slid into your hole. He moved slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he pushed in, filling you up and making you moan.
"Fuck," you gasped, your fingers clenching in the bedsheets.
"That's right," he crooned, his hand stroking over the curve of your spine. "Take it all."
He bottomed out, his pelvis flush with your ass, and his hand slipped down to caress the side of your bump. You could feel the baby squirming and kicking, and the sensation made your hole squeeze around the cock inside you.
"Damn," he gasped, his voice breathy. "That's right. Milk my cock, human. The pleasure makes you that much sweeter."
You moaned, the sound long and low, as he began to move. He pulled out almost entirely and then slammed back in, rocking your whole body. Then again, and again, faster and harder each time, no-nonsense and just like you wanted. Just like you've been craving with every fiber of your being.
The whole bed rocked with his thrusts, and your hands clamped tight on the edge of the mattress to hold yourself in place.
"Harder," you moaned, the word almost slurred. "I'm not made of glass!"
He growled, the animalistic sound reverberating through his chest and into your body, and his hips snapped forward. The force of the thrust made your toes curl, and a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain shot through you.
It was almost too much. Almost perfect.
"Fuck," you choked out, driving back to meet him despite the discomfort. "You're-- you're gonna break my water!"
Your voice was nearly a shout, but he didn't stop, instead using a fraction of his inhuman strength to pound into you. God, it was brutal, but it wasn't more than you could handle.
You hoped.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!"
You were close, so fucking close, and you could feel your orgasm building. The baby was moving too, kicking and pushing at the inside of your stretched belly, riled up by the bumpy ride.
"Give it to me," Lucien said, his voice rough and ragged. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
"Oh, god," you moaned, the words drawing out into a pleasured howl as the pressure inside you suddenly burst.
You came hard, your sex spasming around the thick length inside you. Your body shuddered with the force of it, your belly swinging heavily beneath you while its passenger squirmed, adding to the intensity of the moment.
"Fuck," Lucien hissed, his fingers digging into your hips.
His thrusts were fast and deep, and you could feel him throbbing within you. He was close, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of arousal through your oversensitive body.
"That's it," you moaned, rocking back against him. "Come for me, vampire. Come inside me."
Lucien's thrusts stuttered, and you could feel his cock swell and twitch as he spilled into you. He let out a low groan, his hips pumping erratically as he filled you up.
So close. Almost there. Almost there!
"Fuck," he hissed, the word drawn out and punctuated by the sharp bite of his fangs as he finally sank them into your neck.
YES.
You cried out, the sting of his bite mixing with the pleasure of your orgasm. The vamp saliva turned to pure bliss in your veins, its unique makeup liquid ecstasy for humans, and you gladly let the feeling wash over you. This was what you'd needed; this was exactly what you'd been missing all these months, ever since your abdomen had begun to swell.
It was glorious, and you let him feed from you while you rode the high, until your muscles finally went lax, leaving you panting and limp.
"There we go," Lucien said as he finished, his tongue lapping over the wounds to close them. "Now, isn't that better?"
"Yeah," you breathed, reaching down to rest a hand on your bump. It felt like the kid had finally calmed down. "So much better."
You could feel the vampire smile against your neck. "Good," he said, slowly pulling out. "Because I'm not nearly finished with you yet."
You shuddered, anticipation thrumming through you.
It was going to be a good night.
(A Spooky Season story.)
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Manhandling a cute boy and watching his flushed face while I breed him over and over again... Hearing his pretty moans as I crave my fangs deep into his neck, marking him as mine for eternity... Magnifico.
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a night in the castle
a vampire jessica and oscar x reader
wc: 6.010 (?>?????/)
working as a tired maid in your town, you have a horrible night and end up at the mysterious castle on the hill. the two owners give you a dinner unlike any other.
contains : fic set in the nineteenth century but its barely written that way. reader is a maid is shunned by the village which includes some misogynistic remarks. polyamory with vampires aka the dream. said vampires do in fact drink blood. threesome with said vampires. oral sex (m>f, f>f), unprotected penetrative sex. reader isnt all there (rightfully so) and the vampires love it.
a/n : yall know i had to do it. this took me forever sorry i cant write smut. enjoy.
living as a maid in your town, you weren't afforded many pleasures in your day to day life. you slept in a shabby room with a creaky and stained bed, spent a large portion of your day cleaning after people who treated you like the dirt you scrubbed, just to go to the bar to drink with the few friends you had until you felt numb.
it was pitiful but it was your life. but one of the major luxuries you weren't afforded was rage.
and as you walk up the muddy path on the hill on the edge of town, your legs burning and your skin shivering, that burning hatred was all you felt.
you had spent an uncountable amount of hours cleaning after one prominent family, the morgan's. you'd spent the most amount of time cleaning their home, and they were fairly kind to you, even if it was mostly their son who spoke to you.
but that didn't do you any favors when the young morgan was accused of having an affair and placed the blame on you to protect his mistress, which led to you being publicly shamed and thrown out of the home, mrs. morgan calling you a harlot who would never find a home to work at in town again.
your mind is running so fast you don't even notice you've picked up your pace, your feet making wet thuds as you head to who knows where. at this point you can be bothered to care, even when a stray branch knicks your ankle.
it feels like an eternity until you finally reach a destination, your body nearly running straight into a large set of dark doors. you look up in surprise to see where you are, your eyes widening when you process where you are: darkwood manor.
you always heard stories as a child about the manor up on the hill on the edge of town, the massive estate looming over where you lived like a constant reminder of the past. your grandmother would tell you tales of it before bed, prattling about the monsters who lived inside who would take away young girls who didn't behave.
eventually your grandfather would come in and assure you your grandmother was teasing, and that the manor was just inhabited by the two reclusive owners and their staff. you'd had more nightmares about it than you cared to admit.
but standing outside of the manor, you don't even feel a smidge of fear. you're too tired mentally and psychically to care about what the owners might do to you for trespassing.
you aren't afforded too much time to dwell in your exhaustion before one of the doors creaks open, soft yellow light pouring out before being blocked by a small frame coming into your view.
"hello, are you alright, dear?" a small voice asks you as your eyes finally adjust to the light to see the person in front of you. its a woman, much older than you judging by the many grey streaks in her hair. she's wearing a simple maids uniform and is staring at you with kind eyes and a smile. the sight of it nearly makes you crumple to the floor, your hurt legs giving out on you as she tries to hold you up.
"its ok, dearie, you're ok now," she soothed, her body nearly wrapping entirely around yours. "how about we go get you cleaned up, hm?"
you nod, rising with her as she wraps one of her arms around you to lead you inside the manor. you barely register the interior of the grand home, your eyes bleary with tears and rain. you can make up the large staircase that swirls upwards into the next floor, and how the walls are dark and filled with intricate designs and paintings.
eventually the elder woman leads you to sit down at a stool in what seems like a wide kitchen, some younger workers scurrying off when she gives them a muffled order. but the mental toll of the days events are starting to settle into your body, your eyes drooping and head tilting to the side.
"now now, don't fall asleep on me now, hun. how about i help freshen you up and you tell me what happened to lead to you coming all the way up here in this weather?" she asks gently, patting you on the shoulder at your tired nod.
and so, as the woman who tells you her name is agnes and that she is the head maid for the lord and lady of the manor softly cleans your face and arms with a damp rag, you slowly start to explain what happened in town for you to end up at the estate at such a late hour. as you repeat everything that happened it hits harder that your life, no matter how much you disliked it, would never be the same after tonight.
right before you start bawling you look up at agnes to see her staring at you so kindly it nearly makes you break. she reminds you of your mother before she sadly passed from an illness when you were young. the maternal way she acts helps to soothe you, even if its just enough to not cry at this moment.
"there, all better. now you look like a proper young lady." agnes smiles at you, tilting your head from side to side to check if she missed any smudges. "well, its safe to assume you can't go back down the hill. you stay right here and give me one second, alright?"
you nod again to assure here you'll stay where you are before she smiles and leaves through another pair of doors on the outside of the kitchen. after she leaves you take in your surroundings, noticing just how big the kitchen really is for just two people, though you suppose its normal for such a large home.
feeling better now that you're clean, you figure agnes wont be upset if you explore the kitchen a bit, getting up and admiring the kitchen. the walls are composed of a patterned brown wallpaper, with the floor being a brown wood and counters made of a darker brown wood. you trail your hand across the top of one of them, noticing how smooth and clean they are. the kitchen is impeccably clean, actually, even thought supper time was merely a few hours ago and there is'nt a pot or pan in sight.
just as the thought crosses your mind, the sound of the door opening causes you to whip around, holding your hands behind your back guiltily. you expect to see agnes but instead see someone that nearly makes you pass out in nervousness.
instead of agnes a woman stands in the doorway, her fancy clothing telling you she is the lady of the manor. she's wearing a a gown, the black and red fabric standing out against her pale skin and red hair. her eyes stay on you while you observe her, the pale blue staring into your own. when she entered her face looked furious before she saw you. your hands start to fidget under her gaze.
"oh, dear, why are you up and about? i told you to stay sitting so you would'nt tire yourself out anymore!" agnes worries, moving from behind the lady and rushing over you to guide you back to the stool.
she turns toward the lady. "i'm sorry, ma'am. she's just a little bit out of it because of what happened."
"that's quite alright, i cant imagine what it must be like to have gone through all that she's been through." the woman says, her voice low and almost haunting. she steps closer, bringing her fingers to grip your chin and tilt your head to look at her.
"my name is jessica, the lady of the manor. i reside here with my husband, oscar. i'm sure you might have heard of us?"
"y..yes i have. just stories as a child." you whisper.
she smiles, almost like she knows exactly what you speak of. "i'm aware of the tales. but i can assure you that no one in this house is a monster." you briefly catch the faint smile on her face and the look she shares with agnes.
"but i can assure you that in this home you will be cared for. agnes will arrange a room for you and some fresh clothes for you to change in to."
before you can even object agnes walks out of the room and jessica takes your arm in hers to lead you to another part of the house. seeming to sense your curiosity, she encourages you to ask questions about the house and its architecture, answering any question you ask no matter how silly it sounds in your head.
she leads you up the staircase to the second level, taking you down a long hallway before stopping before a slight open door, opening it and gesturing for you to head inside.
following her direction, you slowly walk in to the room to see a bedroom straight out of your dreams. its big but not too large to feel overwhelming, having a four poster canopy bed, some dressers, a nook near the window presumably for reading, and a quaint sitting area near a fireplace.
"i hope its to your liking. we can have you moved to another room if you'd like-"
"no!" you nearly shout, slightly embarrassed at how you cut her off. she does'nt seem to mind though, simply looking at you in a way you cant interpret.
"its amazing, thank you. i swear soon i will hopefully be back on my feet and out of your way."
"nonsense, don't rush yourself, precious," she assures, stepping forward to rest her hands on your shoulders, continuing that unbroken eye contact from before, "you are welcome to stay in our home as long as you'd like. we rarely get guests from the town these days, so its nice to see a new face. especially one as lovely as yours."
the shock of her words makes your heart take a beat so suddenly you're scared she will be able to hear it. you feel bashful, not used to getting many compliments about your attractiveness. you cant help but want her to compliment you more, feeling like you'd give anything for her to call you beautiful.
"alright, there's something on the bed you to change into. another maid will be waiting outside if you need help getting dressed. she'll lead you to the dining room when you're done." she explains.
you're eyebrows knit in confusion, her face amused at your confusion. "you'll be having a meal with me and my husband. its only right you meet him and get some food into your system. trust me, he'll adore you so don't be worried."
you don't voice how that makes you worry more, instead telling her "thank you again for everything." before she leaves the room and you're left by yourself yet again.
the weight of what's happening finally settles in and you feel euphoric, struggling to quiet yourself as you jump on the bed and cheer for yourself. from a maid rejected by town to a guest at a local manor in the span of an hour. this is crazier than your wildest dreams.
composing yourself, you stand up and move to the dress that's been left for you on the end of the bed. picking it up doesn't help quell your excitement, the clothing being prettier than anything you've ever worn or even been able to afford. better yet its beautiful, being a white color with hints of f/c.
when changing you do have to invite your helper, catherine, inside to help you do up the back of your corset and the rest of your undergarments before finally helping you into your dress. your initial shyness fades as you begin to speak to each other, the both of you being around the same age and seeming to have the same interests. most of your friends looked away when you were thrown from the morgans, so it's nice to have a new one here in this strange place.
once you've finished getting dressed catherine leads you back down the hallway and stairs, through a new wider set of hallways before you eventually arrive at the dining room.
it's massive, to say the least, and the ceiling is covered in a gorgeous mural that trickles down the walls to keep the room regal yet creative. there’s a large table in the middle of the room, enough fancy chairs to seat at least 20 people.
“and you must be y/n,” a voice booms, pulling your attention from admiring the room to the person now speaking to you. he walks over to you faster than you can comprehend, seeming to cross the room in a manor of seconds. you don't have time to dwell on it before he clasps your hands in yours, shaking then up and down in a peculiar handshake. “my name is oscar, welcome to our home. i hope my wife and our staff have show you enough kindness to persuade you to stay.”
the lord is greeting you so nicely but you feel bad for barely paying attention to his words to take in his looks. you can see why he and his wife are married, to say the least, as he is incredibly handsome. he has slightly curled dark brown hair with eyes to match. he's wearing a suit just as extravagant as his wife's, mostly black with red and white accents. the coloring stands out greatly against his tanned skin and better unifies him and his wife as one. he lets out a little laugh as he notices your staring.
"um, yes. they've been nothing but kind to me," you manage to stutter out, slightly embarrassed at how you let yourself be so rude. "thank you so much for allowing me to stay in your home. i'm sure you've heard of my predicament, so i'm more than willing to pay off your kindness with service."
"y/n, you're our guest. we want you to enjoy your stay here. don't worry about any of that now." jessica projects from her seat at the table, watching your entire exchange. she gestures to the chair across from her for you to sit, oscar quickly guiding you to the end of the table to take your seat which he politely pulls out for you and pushes back in.
as soon as the lord sits in his seat, a few servants exit the kitchen to start laying out the meal. before you can even blink a full plate of food including some of the best-prepared meat you've ever seen, a fresh steaming bun of bread, and a good heap of vegetables is laid in front of you. you notice how the lord and lady aren't laid meals, instead, both of them are poured a dark red wine into their glasses.
"aren't you both going to eat?" you ask, trying to be as polite as possible.
they share a look and softly laugh to each other, in on a joke you cant understand.
"don't worry about us darling," jessica comforts, raising her glass to her lips and taking a languid sip before licking the leftover liquid off of her upper lip, "we'll be just fine like this. don't be shy and enjoy the meal."
and so, you dig in. the food is phenomenal, your eyes nearly rolling in to the back of your head much to your hosts amusement. after giving your compliments to the chef, they start up a shared conversation. they ask numerous questions about your life, what you loved and enjoyed doing, and more. it made you just a tad uncomfortable to be the center of attention, but a part of you deep inside craves more of it.
"i cant believe that woman would do something so cruel to a pretty little thing like you." oscar says, his face pinched in anger as he takes a long swig of his wine.
"precisely what i was thinking darling. y/n seems far too sweet to do such a thing. we are deeply sorry that happened to you, dear." jessica agrees, rubbing her hand up her husbands arm while looking at you.
"well its not completely..i-i guess she had a little reason to worry," you stutter out, your shoulders hunching as the two of them stare at you in signal for you to keep talking. "someone had blabbed about something that happened a while ago with a friend of mine. me and her son had started to get close so i guess she presumed that i would...try to do something with him."
"hm. it looks like you were wrong, my love," oscar hums to his wife, "she's not as innocent as you thought."
jessica chuckles, brining her glass back up to her wine stained lips. you notice how dark and thick the wine looks and cant help but want a taste. "i'm alright with being wrong this once. you know how i love a surprise."
"if you don't mind telling us, y/n," oscar calls you back into the conversation, " what ever happened with your friend for the townspeople to assume you would do something wrong to the morgan's son?"
the dining room goes silent when you don't answer, only the faint sounds of the workers in the kitchen being heard throughout. you contemplate how to explain to your hosts that about a few weeks prior you admitted to your close friend that because you'd been so busy with working these past few years you'd yet to lay with, let alone kiss, anybody else. after laughing and assuming that you were joking, they'd reassured you that it was ok and even offered to be your first kiss as a friendly gesture.
things escalated and before you knew it you had gotten yourself into a heated makeout session with your closest friend. you swore each other to secrecy but you assumed they had told one of your other more gossipy friends who spread it through the grapevine.
“you do not have to tell us if you do not wish to, dear,” jessica comforts, “the last thing we would want to do is make you uncomfortable.”
“thank you, but i don't mind. i trust you.” your eyes strain as the words leave your mouth. you’ve only known these two for a few hours at this point but there is something about them that calms you. t makes you feel safe with them. “i kissed one of my friends a few weeks ago because i never had kissed anyone at that point. i thought they wouldn't tell anyone but…word got around.”
“im sorry that happened to you, y/n. something like that should be sacred. the act of giving yourself to another person should be special, especially for someone as sweet as you.” the redhead moves her hand ross the table to clasp it with yours, wearing a soft look on her face.
“exactly. if that were us we definitely wouldn't betray your trust in such a way.”
“oscar please, you sound so vulgar.” jessica chastises him, the man giving her a rogue grin that sets off a spark in your lower stomach. “anyway its getting late, do you think you'd like to head to bed, y/n?”
your mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out. your thoughts are conflicting, a tug of war between your head and…something else. something darker.
“what did you mean when you wouldn't treat me in that way?”
the couple share a look as oscar tries to hold back his smile from broadening.
“would you like us to show you?”
.
.
.
when you were a teenager, your grandparents had given you the much-dreaded talk about marriage. how unless you would get a job they would have to marry you off to one of the wealthier men in town. your grandmother didn't see any reason to be avoidant of the conversation and decided to inform you about what most men wanted from women, and what would happen to you on your wedding night. she seemed to have avoided the worst of it with her husband since they were very much in love, but she had heard stories from other women whose husbands weren't so understanding.
fortunately for you, your new partners were nothing of the sort.
after your inquiry and frankly embarrassingly enthusiastic consent to what they wanted to show you, the lord and lady had gently guided you up to their bedroom before softly undressing you while praising you and your body.
“do you know how beautiful you are, my love?” jessica runs her slender hands up your arms, the woman standing in front of you as her husband undoes your stays behind you.
“i wouldn't mind hearing it some more.” you smile, letting out a squeak when you feel oscar’s hands squeeze your sides.
“how lucky are we, my love, we’ve got a gorgeous maiden with spunk all to ourselves.” oscar smiles.
“look’s like someone’s heard our prayers,” jessica whispers into your neck, the feel of her lips on your skin driving your mind hazy and your eyes to shut in bliss.
oscar finishes undoing your clothes and brushes the shoulders of your dress off of you to the ground, your hands instinctually coming up to cover your chest before the man holds them to your sides.
“don’t be shy, you're gorgeous,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to the other side of your neck and your cheek. at your nod, he continues his hold on your arms as he sits on the bottom of the bed, sitting you in his lap before wrapping his arms around you.
jessica sits at his side, her body turned so she can still hold and touch you. her hands move up and down your shoulder, as she presses a featherlight kiss to it. when she pulls away you take her wrist in your hand and bring up her hand so its in front of your face. she watches you as you admire her, the smooth lines and wrinkles of her hands and bring it to your lips for a kiss.
“such a sweetheart. we really did get lucky, my dear.” she says to her husband.
“and she tastes even sweeter.” oscar agrees, biting your neck and chuckling at your small yelp. “i say we indulge in her, frankly im sick of waiting.”
jessica places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “i love it when we think alike, darling.”
before you know it you're lying down on the soft covers of the bed with jessica resting near your head oscar settling between your legs. it’s slow but intense, the way they kiss and suck and bite every bit of your skin until your skin and your brains are on fire. its made worse but so much better when the man drags his tongue up from your entrance up to your clit before giving it a long suck.
“oh my god-” your moan is cut off by jessica’s kiss, her tongue quickly entering your mouth and dispelling any thoughts in your head. the burning feeling at the pit of your stomach grows hotter when her hand trails from your cheek down to your neck before resting on your left breast, circling the nipple before giving it a rough squeeze that makes you let out a squeal.
“you’re so sensitive, my dear,” oscar mumbles into your cunt, using his hands to spread the lips of your pussy and stick his tongue straight into your hole and groaning at the moan it pulls from your throat. before this evening you rarely had thoughts of hurting another person, but its happening again when he pulls away from between your legs and your arms jerks to pull him by the hair back down.
you're given only a few seconds of recuperation before the two of them switch spots at record speed, oscar giving you a heated kiss while jessica throws your thighs over her shoulders and starts to eat you out just as ravenously as her husband did.
its only a few more minutes of pleasure before the look in jessicas eyes from between your legs and the sting of oscar’s teeth as he bites and sucks your neck before you feel yourself come to a release.
“thats it, oh that's perfect, baby,” oscar’s voice rings in your ear, the gentle comforting in your ear making your climax all the more powerful. you don't even notice your hand is trembling until he grasps it with his own.
the lady comes up from the apex of your thighs and brushes the red hair out of her face. when her eyes meet your own she smiles, and you clench your thighs together at the sight.
she giggles and squishes the fat of your thigh with her hand, moving forward to give her husband a quick kiss to his cheek, “i believe our dear is still a little pent up, my love. i think it’s time we seal the deal.”
the way they talk about you while barely acknowledging you causes your core to clench harder than you’d like to admit, a whine coming for your throat that brings their attention back to you.
“dont worry, sweet girl. our fun isn’t over yet.” the lord runs his hands down your chest and torso as he and his wife swap places yet again, his body hovering over yours. he smirks as he sees your eyes go blank with the feeling of his cock pressed against your stomach. “just give us the word and we’ll stop for the night.”
“no!” you shout, laughing at your own outburst. “i don't want to stop. i want you. please.”
oscar smiles down at you and gives you a kiss so sweet it starts to make your mouth and heart ache. he pulls away and uses his large hands to push your thighs apart to rest between them. able to tell that you’re getting in your head, jessica moves one of her legs to the other side of you, the sight of her bare in front of your face making your heartbeat skip.
“while he’s making love to you i'm going to show you how to pleasure me, is that all right?”
you nod your head so quickly you fear you’ll sprain something.
she smiles at you before moving some hairs from in your face gently cupping your face as she moves to rest her cunt over your mouth, her soft command of “lick” drawing you to stick out your tongue out to lick a long line from her entrance to her clit, and the sound of her moan ignites a fire in you that just wants her to feel as good as she made you feel. you bring your hands to wrap around her thighs and push her further into your mouth and the noise she lets out is nothing short of primal.
your main focus is on bringing the lady to orgasm until you feel something soft and large rub up and down your entrance, the feeling of it rubbing against your clit making you hum into jessica’s mound.
“take a deep breath.” oscar’s voice comes from behind jessica’s body, and she pulls her body away despite your pawing at her thighs to watch your face as oscar’s cock enters you, the sight of your eyes widening and mouth opening ina forced moan making her wetness grow.
they take a few minutes to allow you to adjust to the new feeling, waiting for your nod before oscar starts to thrust at a steady pace as jessica sits back down on your face to muffle your moans. you go back to grasping her thighs with your arms and wrap your legs around oscar’s waist to pull him in closer, the feeling of him inside you driving you up the wall.
all the while the pair are praising you, whispering it over the sounds of skin slapping and moans.
“that's it, carino, lift those hips up. show me how much you want it.”
“you’re tasting me so well, my sweet. just a little harder-oh yes, just like that.”
“gods above you’re gripping me like a vice. better than i’ve been dreaming of-”
you don't get to ask what he means before you feel the same pressure from earlier building up in your lower stomach, but it feels different. you’re squealing and squirming as it builds before you hear jessica let out a drawn-out moan as she squeezes her legs around your head, the taste of her arousal flooding your mouth. she’s panting and her skin is shiny with sweat and you swear you've never seen a person more beautiful.
she moves her body to lay on her side next to you, moving her hands down o rud quick circles on your clit as oscar speeds up his thrusts, lifting your hips to rest your bottom on his thighs to fuck inside you at a deeper angle. you cant even be embarrassed by the loud moans you're letting out before you're reaching your climax. the lovers moaning at the sight and feel of your cunt squirting onto oscar’s lap and chest.
the next few minutes are a blur, the physical toll of the night and the sex finally seeping in and making you drowsy. you feel a soft damp rag wiping down your body, each stroke being followed with a feather-light kiss and whispers. about how long they've waited for this, for you, and how they promise to never let anything hurt you again.
its the best sleep youve had in months.
.
.
.
when you wake up you stretch your arms and take a minute to just relax. its been years since you've woken up and had nothing to immediately do. its nice. you could get used to it.
getting up you see some nice clothes laid out for you, including a note left on the bedstand once you finished getting dressed.
dear y/n,
when you awaken, please come downstairs. we'd like to discuss some things with you.
j & o
the neutral tone of the note forms a cold feeling in your chest. from what youve seen you dont think the couple are the type to take down on their luck virgins, take their innocence and then kick them out. but after yesterday's events you cnt risk putting all of your trust into someone.
after you finish getting ready, you head downstairs, your mind instantly leading you to the large living area downtairs that you pass on your way to the dining room. the floors in the hallways are hard and the sound of your footsteps alerts your hosts to your presence.
"ah, you're finally awake! come, sit with us. we've got some tea and muffins here if you're feeling hungry." oscar welcomes you, motioning to a spot on one of the plush red couches and the treats on the table surrounded by them. jessica is sat lounging on one of the couches, a thick book in her hand.
you give a strained smile, walking over to sit on the couch before pouring yourself some tea and chewing on one of the muffins. they watch you while you eat, the gazes going back to feeling almost haunting compared to the heated way they made you feel last night.
"as you already know, we have some things we'd like to discuss with you, my dear." jessica scoots closer to your seat, setting her book down on the table and giving you her full attention. she must be able to see the fright on your face because she immediately gets up and sits next to you, wrapping one of her arms around your shoulders to cuddle you. "trust me, it's nothing bad."
"at least nothing bad for you," oscar snickers, dodging his wife's light slap to his leg.
"all we ask is that you hear us all the way through, alright?" jessica asks and cuddles you closer when you nod.
you understand her request when they explain what's been happening to you. apparently, they had been visiting the town in secret for a few months now, and after seeing you in a bar on their first trip they'd gone back frequently to watch you.
the way they explain it makes it seem like they're practically enamored and your heart is starting to hurt with how fastly it's beating.
but they know and give you a moment to relax and take it in, because they can tell when you're upset or overwhelmed. because they also tell you that they are vampires.
it takes everything in your power not to burst out laughing, but as they look at your face it all starts to make sense. the way they only apparently to drink a dark red wine, so thick that you wondered how it could be possible, how they were already enjoying their day in the middle of the night. the coldness of their skin.
"we understand it's a lot to take in. but we have one more thing to ask you." oscar questions while cozying up to the other side of your body.
you nod your head, figuring it couldn't become more shocking than what they've already told you. you're surprised at your calmness, thinking back on how you from a year ago would most likely be running for the hills now.
"we dont want you to just be a maid here. we want you to become one with us," jessica explains, the hopeful smile on her face near blinding, "vampire culture is a bit different than regular human culture so you can marry us if you'd like."
"but we would never rush you." the lord takes your hand in a gentle kiss.
"of course not. we just...we've never felt this way about anyone but each other. but your kindness and your character and your beauty...we couldn't help but to fall in love with you."
you can feel the start of tears forming in your eyes. despite a small rational part of your brain telling you its a trick, that they might just be doing this to reel you in and drink you dry, you believe them. you cant help to when they look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
"i...yes. i want to be with you." you sigh, letting out a string of giggles when they hug you from each side. it's suffocating and warm and it's the best hug you've ever had.
"gods, you're perfect. this is perfect, we'll tell the maids to prepare more on things to get you accommodated, we made you a few outfits just in case but you'll need more, not to mention more of your favorite foods and-"
you and jessica share a fond but teasing look at her husbands' rambling, the man quickly rushing out of the room as he calls for some of the maids to make preparations.
despite your happiness, you let out a strained sigh at the bubbling anger you felt from last night. everyone on the village called these two beautiful beings monsters in the night while they had treated you poorly based on a liars word of mouth. it fills you with a rage you don't know what to do with.
"what is it, y/n?" jessica inquires at your sudden change of mood. when you explain your anger she agrees, telling you how the worst part of looking at you from afar was seeing how people treated you like less than them.
"among our kind the art of killing humans is rather taboo these days. nothing like how it was when we were children."
"what if it was for a good reason?" you shock yourself with your question, and jessica too based on the look on her face.
she slowly starts to smile. "i think you're going to like it here with us."
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Got caught up in the idea of meeting someone on the street. They're beautiful and alluring and sweet and I blindly accept their weird habits only to find out later that they're actually a vampire. By the time I do, they've got me chained up in their bedroom. They dress me up and play with me like I'm their little in-house toy and they fuck me wildly, not caring if they crush a few of my bones in the process. When they get tired of having to wait for me to heal (even if they use a little magic to make it go faster) they'll forcefully turn me into their fledgling so they can use me for eternity.
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Reunited
Summary: He finally found you and he won’t let you slip away from him again.
Warning: mentions of death, vampire sex, stalking, being a bit of a creep, smut, dubcon a bit, blood blood blood, a dash of necrophilia i think. a bit of grammar error. Used a line from Bram Dracula the movie.
A/N: I wrote this because Adam Driver needs to play Dracula. Enjoy!
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You knew someone or something was following you. You could feel a presence near you for a while now. It’s been weeks with the same feeling. Whenever you were out, shopping or even going to work you felt like you were being followed then the dreams started to occur. The dreams would start off with you being inside of an old, decaying chapel with the walls and pews rotting. The dream would be so vivid that you can feel the cold air in the chapel as you walked to the altar. There was a man by the altar, you could never see his face but he was always there giving his back to you. Whenever you were about to face him, the dream would shift.
The white ceiling and bright fluorescent lights would be beaming down on your face. You were being rolled on top of a gurney. Shouting and the sound of machines beeping bounced off the peach colored walls of the hospital made you feel uneasy. The dream will shift quickly to another scenario. You were running with someone in the woods. You would look behind your shoulder to see a group of men chasing you in the woods. You were pulled closer to the man you were running with when a gunshot was fired.
The dreams had gotten so violent and horrific you started to wake up in a cold sweat and tears streaming down your face. After the second week of these dreams, you started to notice things around your apartment were missing or certain things would be out of place. Clothes or jewelry would be missing then your bed would be made. It was the fourth week when your coworkers had invited you out for drinks. You immediately accepted wanting to have a drink and try to forget everything going on. You didn’t tell anyone about these dreams, you just hoped they would go away.
You let out a sigh as you walked down the street, you should have gotten a ride back home after drinks with your coworkers but you had told them that the fresh air would do you good. Crossing the street into an empty alley you came to a halt. You always took this shortcut to your apartment but tonight something was off. You held on tight to your shoulder bag. The feeling was starting again. You had the feeling of someone staring at you but nothing compared to the night before. You felt a presence in your bedroom, rolling on to your side in your sleep. You opened your eyes and sat up right away when you saw a figure at the corner of your room quickly turning on the lamp on the nightstand. You looked back at the corner and saw the figure was gone.
The feeling in your gut screamed at you to go the other way but all you wanted to do was to go home. You took a deep breath and quickly walked inside the ally. There were only two lights, one from the beginning of the alley that you just passed and the other one at the end. You can see cars passing by and a few people walking by as well. You felt a bit at ease when the street light provided you with a bit of light so you wouldn't trip on your face. You were halfway through the alley when you stopped. You heard footsteps behind you. You felt your heart drop at the sound. You held your breath when you looked down at the pavement and saw a shadow next to yours, it was bigger than your shadow.
“Don’t be afraid.” Your eyes widen at the sound of the deep voice behind you. You felt a hand grab your upper arm making you cry out. The person behind turned you and pushed you against the brick wall of the alley.
Before you can shout out, the person covered your mouth with his hand. You looked up at him, he was tall and he was handsome. Skin like a porcelain doll, beauty marks were scattered all over his face. His nose was large, below you saw a pair of pink lips. He had a bit of stubble over his chin. You looked back at his lips. You have never seen such inviting lips before. Looking up, you saw his eyes were almost black. You knew his hair was a dark color, it blended so well in the dark
“Finally found you. I was looking everywhere for you.” He said softly, making you flinch when he got closer to you, his hand was still over your mouth as he leaned down. You frowned at his words.
“Don't shout, okay?” He tells you. You nodded, he removed his hand from your mouth.
“Please don’t hurt me. Please.” You told him, making him shake his head at you. You whimpered as his cold hands cupped your face. You were shocked when his thumbs glided over your cheeks. His touch was so gentle but yet his large fingers were cold.
“Look at me.” He pulled you from the wall with your face in his hands. You clenched your hands on his forearms. Your nails digging into the leather jacket he wore. He dragged you into the middle of the alley where the light was a bit brighter.
“Look at me.” He commanded. You started to feel a sense of comfort as you stared into his eyes. You saw a hint of red glowing around his iris.
“Sleep now.” Your body obeyed him, you shut your eyes and fell in his arms. He leaned down to pick your lower half in his arms. He began to walk down the alley. You wanted to shout, you wanted to cry but all you can do is let out a whine. Seconds away before falling into the abyss of a deep sleep, you heard him speak.
“I finally found you, my love.”
The sound of wood crackling welcomed you out of your sleep. Opening your eyes you saw a large collection of pillows around you, all of them were different shapes and colors. You sat yourself up on the bed pushing the blanket off of you. Your eyes widened by how enormous the bed you laid on. Carefully you began to push yourself off the edge of the bed, moving the pillows to the side. You shivered as your toes touched the cold concrete floor. You walked away from the bed and let out a shocked gasp by the room around you. Room looked like it came out straight from a catalog of the medieval age. The fireplace at the end of the room burned providing some kind of warmth. You looked around your surroundings, hundreds of candles were lit around the room. The candles were placed around the bedroom. The wax of the candles softly dripped onto the gold trays that were underneath. You couldn’t find any window, there were enormous red velvet curtains covering the walls of the room.
‘What the fuck is this place?’ You told yourself as you walked to the fireplace. You jumped at the sound of a door unlocking. You noticed a door near the fireplace opening.
You froze when you saw him, the stranger. He leaned against the door frame as he stared at you. He was barefoot and wore a black tee along with dark jeans. You blushed under his gaze, no one has stared at you like him. He looked down to your chest then to your bare feet. You just then realized as you looked down at yourself, you wore a nightgown. A gown that was completely see through. He had changed your clothes while you slept.
‘What kind of nightgown is this?’ You told yourself as he stared at your breasts through the gown. He could see you trying to cover your breasts with your arms as you looked at him with a red face.
Without noticing from your embarrassment, his eyes lowered to the patch of hair that rested on your mound. You heard him inhale loudly, his jaw clenched hard. He could smell you. He can smell the fear and excitement running through you.
“It’s your favorite nightgown.” You looked at him with curious eyes when he spoke. He pushed himself off of the door frame and shut the door behind him with a bang.
“The nightgown. You were thinking what kind of nightgown it is. It’s your favorite.” He said it so nonchalantly that it scared you.
“I think you have me confused.” You said looking around, trying to find a way to escape.
“No.” The man said, shaking his head as he walked toward you.
“It’s you.” He said as you walked away from him but failed. He was too fast for you to even get away from him. You gasped when he push you against the cover curtain walls. His hands gripped your hips hard making you wince. You placed your hands on his chest trying to push him off but he didn't budge.
“Who are you?” You asked looking up at him. You instantly regret asking him that. He was staring at you with those black eyes again.
“I've been called many names.“ He spoke as he leaned against you. You felt his lips against your forehead, you gasped when his hands went down to your ass as he pulled you against his chest. He squeezed your ass giving it a slight shake. The gesture sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.
“Names?” You asked as he pulled his lips away from your forehead. You tried to ignore his hands on you.
He hummed as he kept touching your ass. You whined under your breath by his action. He started to lift the gown from behind, all the way up to your hips. He let out a satisfied groan when he felt bare ass.
“Adam, Kylo, and Ben.” He mumbled under his breath as he bunched the gown into his fist and held it against your hip.
“The list goes on and on.” He continued.
You were about to push him away when he grabbed the back of your legs. You cried out when he lifted you. Your legs wrapped around his hips he leaned you against the wall.
“Please.” You let out a sob when you felt your bare cunt against the front of his jeans. You move your hips trying to get away from him but all you did was rub more against his now hardened cock.
“Your pussy is so warm.” He told you as you kept moving your hips trying to get away. He dropped his mouth open slightly and without a word he leaned down to your chest. You can feel his wet tongue; the thin fabric of the gown was wet from his open kisses. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders in fear of falling. He gripped your ass harder when he felt you shift. His long dark hair covered his face. You saw it reach down to his shoulders as he stood up a bit to lean over to your other breast. His teeth nipping at your nipple make you wail.
“Fuck.” You cried out. He moaned as he pulled away from your breasts and began to kiss your neck.
This was wrong. Completely wrong. Your mind was telling you to push him, hit him. Make him free you at once. You needed to leave. You wonder how long you have been here. How long have you been asleep? Was your family looking for you? Your friends?
“Relax, my love.” You froze when you heard a voice inside your head.
“You hear me, don't you?” You realized Kylo had stopped kissing your neck and looked at you from the corner of his eye.
“Yes.” You answered inside your head. Kylo let out a wide smile, showing his white slightly crooked teeth. He was quick to carry you towards the bed. He threw you to the bed like a rag doll. You quickly turned around and started to crawl away from him.
“Noo!” You screamed when you felt his hands on your ankles. You gripped the sheets as he pulled you to the edge of the bed making a few pillows fall over to the floor.
You began to kick and waved your arms.
“Stop!” He yelled at you as he grabbed your wrists with one hand and held them behind your back. You groaned from his large frame over you. The edge of bed sank under his weight. He moved his hips as he gripped your wrists tightly making you cry out.
“Please. Don’t. Please. I’m not who you think I am. I’m Y/n. Please. I’m Y/n.” You cried to him. You gasped when given a harsh thrust against your ass making you curl your toes.
“It’s you, my love. You promised you would remember. It’s been so long. I haven't had a woman’s touch in so long. I only want you.” The stranger whined to you as he kept grinding against you. You shut your eyes when thrusting against you once more. You could feel you cunt getting wetter.
“It’s me.” He said pushing himself off of you and letting your wrists free. You gasped when he grabbed your legs and flipped you on your back. You frowned when you saw he was naked. It was impossible that he removed his clothes so quickly. You stared at his broad shoulders and toned stomach. You can see his happy trail leading to his cock hanging between his lean thighs.
He was thick with neatly trimmed hair around. You saw a visible vein on the side already throbbing. You quickly closed your legs so he wouldn’t see your wet cunt through the gown. Wincing at his rough touch he grabbed the hem on the gown. The sound of fabric was so loud it scared you. You were open to him. He spread your legs, his hands lower to the back of your legs. He pushed the back of your legs to spread over. He had you in a mating position.
“Please! Please!” You cried out as you felt him lower himself on you. He looked at you with a smile. You shook when you felt his cock against your cunt.
“Draga mea, eram atât de singur fără tine.” (My love, I was so lonely without you.) He tells you before moaning to you as he places a hand next to your head and uses the other to stroke himself against your cunt.
“What?” You cried at the foreign language he spoke. You didn’t understand him.
He slapped the head of his cock on your cunt a few times. You licked your lips at the wet sounds he made as he slapped against your cilt. He groaned as he saw your clit peeking out of your folds. He bumps the head of his cock against it making you moan. He played with your slick.
“Kylo.” You yelled remembering it was one of the names he told you. He looked at you when you shouted the name. He froze and stared at you.
“Lubirea mea.” (My love) He whispered as he placed both hands on either side of your head.
“Yes.” You told him, looking up at him. You had no idea what he said but by the look of his face he looked so happy.
“Please, Kylo. Let me go.” You begged as your hands went up to cup his face. Moving his hair out of his face as you begged him once more. You thought probably by doing this gesture you will make him stop. Kylo slowly dropped down over you. Your hands never left his face as he used his arms to cage your head. Those black eyes stared at you again. It scared you and you looked away from him. You stared at the curtain walls ahead of you. He took a deep breath as he kissed your cheek. You dropped your hands and gripped the bed sheet.
“It’s been too long since I last saw you. I missed you. Your face, touch, body. Your soul.” He whispered looking down at you. Your brows knitted together when you looked at his face. He looked like he was about to cry.
“Please.” He begged you.
“Please. I need to be inside of you. I want to feel you..” He said as he started to kiss your neck. You let out a gasp when licked the side of your neck and made his way to your face.
“I missed you.” He told you as he kissed the corner of your lips making you cry. He stopped when he saw the tears.
You begin to sob louder when you feel him licking your tears away. You didn’t understand why you felt so heartbroken by his words. His large body was between your legs. His cock rested against your cunt. Your cheeks and eyes were red from crying but your lower half had a mind of its own. You knew it was wrong but why? Why was your body reacting in a different way?
“Please.” You whispered to him, grabbing his face harshly making him look down at you.
“I’m scared. Please.” You said looking into his eyes. Hoping that those words will get through him and stop this craziness.
“Kiss me and you won’t be.” He told you.
“I won’t stop. You told me to do this. Don’t you remember?” He questioned as he moved his hips making you gasped when you felt his cock slide between your folds once more.
“You're so wet.” He groaned as he leaned down to your face.
“Your body remembers.” He tells as he bumped your nose against your cheek.
“Kiss me.” He pleaded as you looked at his eyes, your heart started to slow down and your mind started to go blank as you kept staring at his eyes. You didn’t get scared when you saw red glow around his pupils.
“I have crossed oceans of time to find you. Now that I have you. I won't ever let you leave.” He told you.
You met his lips with yours and kissed him, opening your mouth to let him in. You felt it. Pure adrenaline and warmth spread deep in your chest. He was rough and needy with his kisses almost like he was dying. He kissed you like you were his only salvation.
You cried out when you felt him nip your bottom lip. You pulled away when you tasted cooper. You looked up at him. His lips were stained red with your blood. You saw his tongue lick his bottom lip. He let out a low moan after licking his top lip.
“Fuck.”
You shouted when he thrust inside of you without warning. You threw your head back as he stretched you out. You grabbed his shoulders tightly, holding on for dear life. You felt him pushing more into you. He moaned loudly as he gripped your outer thighs. He looked down to see your pussy wide open on his cock.
His eyes darken as he could hear your heart beating faster, your sweet blood rushing through your veins as you moved your hips. He could see your breasts bouncing from his movements.
“Fuck..oh.” You cried, bringing your head up to look up at him. He was surprised when you held on his neck and pulled him for another kiss. He gladly kissed you back. His tongue played with yours as he began to pull out and push himself back into you.
His chest puffed in pride with every whimper you pour into his mouth. He began to thrust repeatedly into you at a harsh pace.
With no strength left to push him away, you let him consume you. You let him use you. It felt too good with every thrust you could feel him deep inside of you. His balls slapped against your ass, his grunts above of you made you clench tightly around. You whine when you pull the back of your legs towards your chest. He grabbed your legs, letting it dangle on the crook of your arms.
You looked at him and saw he was staring at you with hooded eyes. His mouth parted open as he moaned.
“Feel so good! Missed you. Missed this pussy.” He moaned as he dropped a leg down to bring a hand to your chest. He tweaked your right nipple with his thumb and index finger.
“You’re so big.” You cried out with a whine as you felt the head of his cock hit your g-spot. Your toes curled as he hit it again. You felt his fingers go up to your lips. Without thinking you grabbed his wrist and opened your mouth. You welcomed his large fingers into your mouth. He let out a whine when you started to suck on his large fingers. You sucked his index and middle finger in as he fucked you. Whimpering and drooling on him, he felt himself about to cum. It’s been too long. Too long since he fucked, too long since he felt a woman’s touch, your touch.
You look just as beautiful as he remembered years ago. You haven't changed a bit, hair was a bit different but same eyes and the same pretty lips. You took him the same.
He looked down at you, he let his fingers slip out of your mouth and dragged his fingers down to your chin, to the middle of your throat then between your breasts. He laid his hand flat on your stomach. You were about to cum too. He can feel your stomach tighten with every thrust he gives you. He found your pussy, his fingertips touching the soft hair. He groans under his breaths as he touches your throbbing wet clit.
“Please.” He heard you cry out as you began to move along with his thrust.
“Doing so good, Iubirea mea. You take me well.” He praises you.
The sound of your wet sopping pussy was loud. He started to breathe loudly when he felt you dripping down his balls as he swiped your clit under his thumb.
“Oh..Oh..Kylo. Yes, Iubirea mea..” You cried out with a nod when you felt your orgasm coming near.
His eyes shot up to you and saw you with your head thrown back as you gripped the sheets beneath you. You told him, Iubirea mea.
He quickly rubbed your clit faster and harder making you cry out. He was going to make you remember. He’s going to pound the memories of both of you together. He’s going to cum deep inside of you so you can remember everything. He knew he had to turn to you now. He wasn't going to lose you again. Not like last time.
Not again. Never again. He won't lose you this time.
Moaning loudly as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, your eyes widened as you came over his cock. Clenching around his cock so tightly you felt him lean over you. He let out a ghastly growl and let his mouth drop open, his canines grew into sharp fangs. His eyes turned into pitched black, his large fingers turned into sharp claws as he gripped the bed sheets, ripping the sheets.
You let out a scream as you saw the man in front and inside of you transforming into a creature. His face was the last thing you saw before he went for your neck. His fangs sank deep into your neck. Your cries turn into moans of pleasure as he keeps sucking your neck while he thrusts slowly into your sensitive cunt.
Nails rank down his bare back, all you can hear was the sound of ringing. You felt like you were high, your bones turning into jello, arms and legs felt heavy. All you felt was his thick cock sliding in and out of you. The bed moving from his harsh thrusts. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone.
You felt weaker, your hands dropped on to the bed as sweet pleasure from between your legs disappeared and the pain from your neck grew.
Unable to say anything or move you just stared at the ceiling. You felt the bed shift underneath you as he moved you into the center of bed. Tears pool in your eyes as the pain grows stronger. It felt like your body was on fire.
“I know, lubirea mea.” He whispered as he gently removed himself from you. He was back into his normal form. He looked down at your cunt. You were dripping, plump lips slick with your cum. He couldn't help but lean down to licked your slit, sucking your clit clean. He gave a kiss inside your thigh and quickly got up to work.
His large frame quickly placed pillows near the headboard of the bed. When he was done, he gently grabbed you. He hummed to you and kissed your cheeks. Your vision grew weary. Spots began to appear, you were losing breath. You moaned from the pain.
He groaned as he leaned against the pillows where the headboard is. He had pulled you on top of him. His hard cock still stood up as he saw your blood dripping down from your neck to your breasts. Your legs were on either side of him. He lets out a groan as he slips into you. He pulls you chest to chest. Your head laid on his collarbone.
“You’ll feel better.” You tells you as he started to fuck you from underneath.
He wraps an arm over you keeping you in place as the other hand squeezed your ass. He continued to fuck you and the pain was disappeared by pleasure but you were still feeling out of breath. Your vision was going dark as he fucked you hard. He heard your heart stop when he came inside of you. He let out a loud moan as he held you. He looked down at you to see you, your eyes were closed, lips parted open. He shut his eyes and enjoyed his orgasm. His hand gave your ass one last good and hard squeeze before going up to rub your back softly. Your dead body laid on top of him as he still remained inside of you.
He opened his eyes and waited as he stared at the fireplace ahead of him. He held you in his arms. He brought his hand to his blood stained lips. He let a small whine as his claws grew. Bringing a claw to his lip he scratched his bottom lip. Dark blood ran down his chin to his bare chest. He brought his hand to your face. You’re already getting cold, it’s working. He lifted your face up as he stared down at you.
“My beautiful love.” He said.
He pressed his bloodily lips against yours. He kissed you. He sucked his bottom lips letting the blood pool in his mouth. He opened your mouth to let his blood drip into yours. Proud of his work, he finished it off with another kiss. Swirling his tongue with yours coating it with his blood.
You knew you were dead. You had to be dead because why would you be standing in front of a chapel. You stood in front of the entrance, tall wooden doors were in front of you. You can see the crosses engraved in the wood.
You've been here and seen these doors in your dreams before. Pushing the doors open you stood in awe at the chapel. It was different from the one in your dreams. Your eyes roam at the pews then at the walls it wasn’t decaying anymore, everything looked brand new. Magnificent biblical paintings hang from the walls. The clerestory windows near the paintings were lit up from the sunlight. You looked ahead and saw a man at the altar. He had his back towards you again but he wore silver armor, his helmet was by his feet along with his sword.
You walked to the altar and stood next to the man. It was him, the stranger, the guy who fucked you and bit you. He had tears running down his face. He was dirty and bloody. He looked like he just had to come back from a battle. You saw him sob as he looked away from you then to the ground. You followed his graze and gasped.
There you were on the floor of the chapel dead. The gown you wore was wet with blood. You saw him fall down on his knees and let out a scream. You look at him as he picks up your body and hugs your dead body. You cried out as a pain shot through your head. You knelt to the ground due to the pain. You shut your eyes tightly as memories came back to you.
You were young when you met him, he was called Adam. Heir to a throne, you were his betrothed. You were happy with him until he had to leave for war against his rival. You killed yourself when you heard the news that Adam was not found when the war was over. He had died, everyone told you. Two weeks had passed and you couldn’t take the pain anymore but Adam came back, he was alive and survived. People told him you were spending your days in the chapel, praying for his soul. He had gone on a treacherous journey to stay alive and one back to you. He had to tell you right away that was alive. He had run into the chapel to find you. He found you on the ground with your throat slit open, knife still in your hand as you bled on the ground. The guards and the priest found him wailing over your dead body.
Adam desecrates the chapel and renounces God right then and there. He had prayed to God to keep you safe while he was making it back to you. He grew angry at God and made a deal with the devil to give him powers to avenge your death, to kill all those people that told you he was dead. He sold his soul for you but of course when making a deal with the devil it came with a price. He became a blood thirsting vampire.
You laid your head on the ground of the chapel screaming as you remembered 200 years after your death he found you again. He found you in England. You were about to be wed, he couldn’t let that happen. He introduced himself as Phillip. He made you remember about your past life with him but he didn’t turn you in time. Your husband found both of you in bed. Furiously, he gathers a group of men to kill Phillip in the woods but before he could kill Phillip you jump in to save him. Once again you lay dead in front of him but in your final moments you beg him to find you again and make you remember no matter what.
About 7 decades later he found you once more but in the states. He found you in the southern states working in a diner. He introduced himself as Ben and to his surprise you fell in love with him without the need to remember. So he didn’t say anything about the past until he felt horrible for not telling you the truth. One way or another you were going to figure out his true self. So the following night, he was going to tell you the truth and ask if you wanted to be like him.
He had asked you to come to his place. He wanted to pick you up from your house but you told him and you didn’t mind the drive. He waited but you never came, hours later he received a call from the hospital saying you were brought in. Ben rushed to the hospital and was told you got hit by a drunk driver. He cried when they took you to surgery. He was sitting in the waiting room waiting for the surgeon to come out. He stood up when he saw the surgeon enter the waiting room. He knew what had happened when the surgeon approached him with a face. He can hear the surgeon's heart pounding. He can smell your blood mixed with hibiclens soap. You had died on the operating table. They were unable to bring you back, you bled to death. He wanted to see your body. Ben had learned from others like him that he can transfer you even after death but it was the sound of crying that made him stop. He noticed your family walking into the waiting room and asking the nurse for you.
Ben stood a few feet away from the funeral, your family did for you. Ben couldn't do it, he couldn't take your body. He left the funeral as they placed your coffin on the ground. He kept walking away vowing that the next time he found you. He wasn't going to let you slip away from him.
It took him a long time to find you again. Too long. He was growing restless every year. He traveled through states and countries for you. He couldn’t find you.
He went back to his hometown where he had resided years ago. He was driving down the street one day, he stopped at the light and froze when he saw you crossing the street. He felt his chest was about to explode. There you were. You had a smile on your face as you talked on the phone while walking. You quickly walked across and began to walk through an alley.
So he stalked you for a few weeks, found out where you lived, and where you worked. He often found himself standing in your room at night staring at you. He liked watching you sleep, the sound of your breathing and light snores. He would walk towards you and hold his hand out above your head. Manipulating your mind so you can dream about your past life.
He would walk around in your apartment. He would touch everything you own. He would lay in your bed to smell your sheets. Pressing your pillow deep into his face. The first time he laid on your bed, he started to sob as he brought your comforter and sheets close to his face so he could smell you. He noticed you were catching on. You would look over your shoulder every now and then. He had to act fast. He didn’t know how long he could control himself.
He stared at the fire as he held you in his arms. You are safely tucked under his chin. Hands touching your bare back. It’s been a while now, he kept touching you, holding you in his arms. He let out a toothy grin when he felt your body starting to move.
He did it. He turned you.
You opened your eyes, feeling so sore you gently pushed yourself up. Groaning when you subconsciously clenched around his cock. He bit back a moan as you opened your eyes while moving your hips. He stares at you as you let out a yawn and look around. You had dried blood on your mouth and chin. Your eyes are larger now, he can see the red ring around your pupils.
“My love.” He calls out to you softly. His hands were on your hips as you looked around. You looked down at him, Kylo stared up at you with a smile. He was mesmerized by you, his eyes were wide as he stared up at you. You were about to speak when you let out a cough, you felt your throat dry. You were so thirsty. You shut your eyes when you felt him shift under you, the head of his cock was rested on your sweet spot.
“Thirsty?” Kylo asked as his hands went up and down your body, he couldn't stop touching you.
“Mmmm.” You moaned as you nodded, placing your hands on his chest moving your hips back and forward.
“Come here.” Kylo said, grabbing your wrist to pull you down to his chest. You watched as the nail of his index finger grew into a claw. Kylo had dragged the claw over his chest.
“Hurry.” He says, pushing your head to his chest. You knew what to do. You moaned as you licked his cut. Your hips swayed in happiness, licking up his blood.
“Good.” He told you as you rose up from his chest. His cut was already healed, he brought one your hands to his lips kissing your knuckles then your palm.
“I missed you. I couldn’t find you for so long.” You gave him a nod and leaned over to kiss him. You licked the dried blood from your lips.
“It has been too long,” You mumbled against his lips.
“What should I call you now?” You asked, pushing his locks of hair behind his ears.
“It’s been Kylo for years now. Kinda got used to it.” He said kissing the side of your temple.
“Kylo.” You repeated his name with a smile. He grinned when he saw your own fangs growing.
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