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May 26

The Sweetest Taste

Chapter 2: The Feast

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!vampire!reader Summary: the vampiress wants to eat, but first—she needs to prepare her meal: to make Steven hot-blooded, raise his adrenaline levels, and get him distracted. Word count: 6.6k Content warnings: dark romance / gothic romance, pre-canon, POV Third person, vampire!reader, smut (MDNI), implications of hypnosis, manipulation, blood, blood drinking, body worship, virgin!Steven, sub!Steven, dom!Reader, biting, bondage kink, p in v, creampie, cowgirl, oral (f!receiving), handjob, Steven doesn't know his alters yet, no use of Y/N for reader-insert. A huge thank you to my beloved beta-reader: @the-quick-red-fox Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Previous chapter જ⁀➴ ♡ Masterlist Wanna be added to / removed from the taglist? A/N: express yourself, don't repress yourself or whatever Madonna said... This was so much fun to write! I'm also planning to write short headcanons for all of the Moon boys x vamp!reader. Muah, enjoy! <3333

To hear your voice is pomegranate wine to me: I draw life from hearing it. Could I see you with every glance, It would be better for me Than to eat or to drink.

—The Flower song

Steven and his date spent the rest of the night at his apartment, though as time wore on, he silently worried that she might have felt obligated to ‘perform’ later.

He had paid for their dinner like the true gentleman that he was, though it really hurt his wallet after seeing the large sum on the bill. He had even tipped the server on top of that, feeling a bit alarmed by the man’s ill state.

However, Steven’s concerns had faded away once his date pressed soft kisses all over his cheeks as they walked through the silent streets. She thanked him repeatedly—making him feel like a man for once. He was flustered as she wrapped his arm tightly around herself, pulling their bodies dangerously close and encouraging him to hold her waist. She was flirtier than she had been before, maybe she had grown comfortable around him, maybe because he had paid for their dinner, or maybe because she had already found his weak spots. It made him feel guilty in a way; he wondered whether she acted like this out of necessity, when in reality, it was he who had to express sincere gratitude for the wonderful evening.

Throughout the trip back home, he had stared at her with deepest affection, feeling hypnotised by her tone and joyous smile, glinting fangs. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from them, analysing their smooth shape, needle-like sharpness. He wanted to take a closer look, to inspect their pointyness with his thumb, to run a finger over the length and with it—to press the tip of the tooth. Steven shivered: he hoped, secretly, that she’d try to bite him one day. Yet, he quickly snapped out of the idea with shame, wondering whether he was just perverted.

Honestly, Steven hadn’t expected them to end up in his flat. He ran around the place, shifting piles of books, tossing a jumper out of sight, stammering a ‘sorry’ over and over like a broken record. Knowing her refined taste, he doubted that she could possibly be impressed with the chaos of his living space.

Immediately, he expressed hospitality, offering drinks, food, music, whatever her heart desired.

Oddly enough, she wanted nothing, and laid down on his sofa, arching her back like a cat, swirling a finger over its cushions. Steven’s eyes followed every careful movement and his head subtly rolled back and forth along her drawn lines as if she were a sorceress casting a spell on him.

Steven shakily poured himself a cup of cold water, just to cool the radiating heat.

“I want you to do one thing for me, Steven,” she said all of a sudden, making him jolt. Why was her voice so seductive, richer, deeper? “You have a lot of books. Tons of them. Your flat is like a maze with those shelves. Would you be a sweetheart and read what the Egyptians said about vampires?”

“Well, they didn’t really have vampires,” he replied brightly after taking a huge sip of water, hurrying from one book to the next until he found one he needed. “But there are some… Myths of gods that might remind us of vampires.”

Steven sat down at his desk in hopes of getting better lighting for his weak eyes. His fingers trembled weakly as he put on his reading glasses. He leaned closer to the book, curling his back and squinting just to see more clearly. He rifled through its pages, exclaiming happily, “There we go!”

Her shadow loomed over his head, making him feel uncomfortably observed. As he was about to dig in, he felt her fingers lifting his chin towards her.

“Glasses look good on you,” she said, analysing his face, dragging her touch along his jawline. Her sharp nails grazed over his skin, the tip of one digging ever so slightly.

Steven cleared his throat, mumbling a shy ‘thank you’ in response, trying to get back to the book, though emotionally, he was somewhere else.

“There’s a myth of a goddess of war and medicine—Sekhmet, and her rage specifically. When mortals conspired against Ra, he commanded Sekhmet to destroy them. She commits a massive slaughter, which Ra soon regrets having commissioned, and tricks Sekhmet into calming down. Basically, he tricks her by pouring out beer that looks like blood, because of the fruit it was dyed in. She drank it, thinking it was the blood of all of those people she had killed—”

His reading was disrupted as pointy nails slowly glided up and down his shoulder. “I love listening to you, but I’d really like to sit down,” she said.

Steven looked up at her through his glasses and gave her a warm smile, knowing well enough that his face was burning. “You can relax on the sofa just like before, if you want to.”

“But I want to sit close to you.” Her cold finger ran across his cheek again.

He blushed, quietly controlling his breathing. “I can bring you a chair—”

“They aren’t that comfortable,” she interrupted and looked down at him. “Though one spot would fulfill my needs.”

Steven’s eyes widened, glancing down at himself, then back at her charming smirk. “Mine— Mine?”

“Yes, your lap.”

He failed to gather the right words; her boldness, that confidence and eagerness to be so close to him…It made him hot, burn even. He leaned back in his seat and exposed his lap to her, allowing her to do what she pleased.

She took the invitation, but to Steven’s surprise, didn’t sit facing the book to follow the text, but instead sat turned towards him, practically nose to nose. His breath hitched, feeling more flustered than ever, opening and closing his mouth within seconds. He was embarrassed to admit that her weight sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. He wanted to smooth his hands over her skin, to pull her closer, but was so afraid to overstep her boundaries. He tore his gaze away and tried to return to the book, but her body blocked the view, making him squirm in his seat.

“I— Sorry, but I,” he almost laughed, shaking his head. All this was making him dizzy. “I can’t really see the book…”

“Then you’ll have to come closer,” she replied so easily; probably this kind of play seemed more than ordinary to her.

Steven inhaled sharply and leaned against her body, resting his chin over her shoulder just so he could continue reading aloud. Finally, he started reading the myth again, but the feeling of her body rubbing over all sensitive spots interrupted his ramblings with accidental breaks of his voice.

How could he possibly focus when her lips and nose brushed along his neck like that? When her scent lulled him and her breasts pushed themselves against his chest?

He felt her taking a breath in. He could’ve sworn of hearing her moan quietly, but only the gentle tremor of her voice proved that it wasn’t just his imagination. “You smell so good, did you use cologne?”

“No, I… I mean, I did shave, but I… I don’t think it’s that special, no?” he whimpered, when her lips pressed themselves against the pulse point of his neck.

“But you smell just like candy,” she whispered against his skin, dragging her tongue along the contour of a vein.

“I don’t… Um… Eat that much sugar to be one though,” he laughed, trying his best to look stable.

Then she pulled away only slightly and stared into his eyes, running a finger over where his carotid artery pulsed. Her gaze was filled with such hunger, and her expression looked almost animalistic. If only she opened her mouth a little, she’d have saliva running down her teeth and over her chin, as if she were a wolf from an old tale. Steven felt a bit frightened, taken aback by such a look of desire burning within her.

A long fingernail drew along his lips, replicating the kisses she’d grant if only nothing stopped her.

Then she spoke, barely moving her lips, yet so passionately, “I want you. I want your body, Steven. I want you right here and now.”

“Listen…” His hands hovered over her hips for a bit, until they finally landed. He gulped, gathering all of the right words. “I’m flattered, but… We… We don’t have to go that quick, you know? I— I mean… I’m more than happy to just be with you. I don’t want you to feel like we have to do… Uh… Sex on our first date. I’m just not that type of guy, I don’t need those things. I want you to feel respected, because I… I really do want to make you feel safe around me. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to do something like that.”

“But Steven,” she whispered, it sounded as if her throat was so dry, and her hands clutching at his shoulders. Her face was close enough for him to feel her cool breath fanning over him; it was intoxicating. “I do want you. More than anything.”

There was something about her eyes that he couldn’t quite grasp or rationalise. A flicker of light, a reflection of his soul or something that simply moved him, he saw in their depths. It invited him to push away his logic, at least for once, and to give space for his feelings and lust that he was so used to repressing.

He was an adult. Yes, he was. Well, wouldn’t it be a waste to miss the opportunity if she’s clearly…

“D— Do… Uh, really?” he stuttered, his thumbs unthinkingly circling around her hipbones.

“Yes,” she breathed against his ear, inhaling his scent once more.

What was she even?

“Don’t you want me too?” she asked.

“I do, I really do.” He shuddered, taken over by her seduction, his hands squeezed her hips firmly, pulling her body against his painful boner. “But I…”

“Then what’s stopping you?” She licked the pulsing capillaries of his earlobe, carefully grinding herself against him. Her silken voice was slippery in a way, sugary, making his head spin lightly; just like a serpent, luring him to take a bite of a forbidden fruit.

He whimpered, and his chest rose and fell sharply as he desperately tried to catch his breath. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you,” he choked out; his fingers twitched as he fought against the urge of digging his nails into her flesh. “Or that I like you only for your body, or that I’m a creep. I like you the way you are. Your company is more than enough. I really do like you, I…”

“But if I’m asking you to take me, practically begging you to, isn’t it a mutual feeling? That desire that drives us both?” She pulled away slightly, looking at his trembling lips for too long. “So, take me, Steven. Explore my body however you’d like; you have my permission. All that I need is yours.”

Just as the first time he had met her in the giftshop, her aura drew him wholly into her, as if she were an abyss; and he was willing to explore it, to see whatever lay hidden in that nothingness that captivated him.

“Oh God,” he cried out, throwing back his head and biting down his lip to repress a silent moan. He couldn’t hear the click of her tongue as her eyes ravaged over his neck. “I’m all yours!”

Those words were all it took for her to latch onto his neck like a parasite, planting sloppy kisses all up over his throat and jugular veins. Her hands tore at the seams and buttons of his beloved shirt, exposing the skin, making him squirm and gasp while her touch caressed the sensitive spots of his torso. Those divine lips dragged themselves over to his clavicle, sucking on the bone, nibbling on it. He moaned with every gifted touch.

Steven pulled her flush against himself, wrapping his arms around her waist in attempts of erasing even the smallest gap between them. His hips occasionally bucked upwards from time to time, as an unbearable feeling started swelling further down.

But why were her hands so… Cold?

Steven pulled away forcefully, gazing at her with concern. “Oh bollocks, you’re freezing! Let me give you a blanket—”

A tiny nip at his neck made him jump at the unexpected sensation. And though the smooches continued on as if nothing happened, he did hear a faint, “So sweet.”

Then she carefully took off his glasses, and finally, her lips landed on his. He froze, at a loss for what to do, how to respond in the heat of the moment. He tried matching her pace, but she was hungry, furiously fast, and he was so dizzy from the stimuli. He had seen some intense kissing scenes in movies or porn, but replicating them in real life was far more difficult.

“Relax your lips, open your mouth for me.” He guessed that she was right about him being tense; his facial muscles felt tight.

Steven pulled away slightly, face burning. “I’m—I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this… I— I’ve never done this before, I don’t want to disappoint—”

But his words were cut off by a soft smooch, and he felt grateful.

“Oh shut up, boy, you talk too much,” she whispered against him, and desperately latched onto his lips again, taking deep breaths in between.

Soon, he relaxed under her influence, allowing himself to be consumed by the lust that coursed in his blood. His lips parted only slightly, giving her permission to explore him however she preferred.

And her love was aggressive, as her tongue conquered his, causing micro injuries to the papillae. Her canines were sharp and uncomfortable if his tongue accidentally brushed against them. Eventually, her fangs sank into his bottom lip, and her tongue brushed against the wounds, collecting droplets of blood.

Steven moaned from the sudden pain; the taste of his own blood was repellant, making him nauseous, but he felt her mouth vibrating almost pleasurably against his. It felt as if she had intoxicated him with her own saliva; everything about that moment was so magical.

Dentists these days, they really try their best to make those fangs realistic!

“Let’s move to bed,” she purred into his mouth, not wanting to separate from him for even the briefest moment.

Immediately, he nodded aggressively in response, scrambling up to follow her footsteps.

She pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him.

“Look at me,” she ordered, giving him no other choice but to obey.

Then his pupils widened as his date, a woman he barely knew, began stripping herself naked. Just for him. She undressed so slowly, first removing layers of her top half. How excited his sensitive heart was to see her bra, her naked skin, and how her fingers moved to the clasp just to unclip it. Oh, the perk of her breasts, their visible tenderness; the curves and flesh of her body, rolls forming here and there.

Then she moved aside for a little while, just to throw away all the layers that hid her bottom half. How badly she teased him, sliding off those panties so seductively. The sight made poor Steven pant heavily and saliva to flood his mouth.

He stuttered when she sat on his clothed boner, gently rolling her hips and gliding her bare cunt over it. The sweetness of her body was more intense than before, and it pulled some whimpers from his mouth.

Surely, people in ancient times worshipped bodies like hers. Her skin looked marvellous in the dim lighting. The arch of her back made her look taller; Steven felt so small underneath her.

His gentle, shaky hands were unable to land on her bare hips, hovering over the skin. So, she took them and placed them in their rightful place.

He was nervous that she would read his shyness, sense his fear of making a mistake, a wrong move, which would make her pull away.

Steven’s breath hitched as she leaned over his body, pressing herself so tightly against him. The way her breasts squeezed themselves against his chest made him lose his mind, hoping to deepen the already suffocating connection.

“Tell me, what do you want to try?” she asked softly, leaning down and leaving kisses on the neck again.

“I— Uh… I—” he stammered over and over, unable to form coherent words. He shivered, trying to calm himself down amid the brushes of her tongue. His grip tightened on her hips, trembling from the force he put onto them. He couldn’t seem to regain his sanity, all of this was too much, and yet so little.

“Let me help you.” Her voice vibrated against his skin, and he couldn’t help but repeat 'yes, yes, yes'.

With that, she lay down beside him. Steven knew, if she wasn’t quick enough to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants, he would have sobbed. To his delight, she was fast, pushing the offending clothing past his hips and halfway down his thighs. He couldn’t repress a little whine, once his throbbing cock was suddenly exposed to the cool air, the air touching it from every angle.

Without even thinking, without even realising it, his arms wrapped around her waist. His nose nuzzled against her neck; the irregular breathing formed goosebumps on her skin. His hips thrusted forward on and on, rubbing that painful cock against her bare thigh.

The sound of her spitting made his head turn a little, but then it fell back against her neck, as soon as her hand gripped his erection.

It was perfect, Steven groaned and yelped, hissed and moaned at the same time. Her grip was as tight as needed, spit—cold just like her hand, sending bolts of pleasure throughout his whole body. He pressed himself closer, hammering his abdomen into her fist desperately as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. The veins on the side of his cock were caressed and squeezed by her fingers, making them pulse faster, preparing him for the inevitable.

Steven planted sloppy kisses over the side of her neck, and when her thumb rolled over the head, his teeth grazed her skin gently, subconsciously avoiding possible scraping. Even her scent, which evaporated into his nostrils, turned him on, making his cock throb in her working hand.

His whimpers grew louder by each passing second, and she increased her pace in response.

All of this was too overwhelming: the plushness of her cold body against his own, gentle kisses landing on his forehead and temples, praises ringing in his ear, a hand running gently over his hair and face. Leaning back, he slid his hands from her waist to awkwardly paw at her breasts, feeling their softness underneath his fingertips.

The dried remnant of his blood on her lips looked so sinful amid the pleasure, and weirdly enough, he almost wanted to get that disgusting taste of himself once again.

A few more powerful strokes and Steven came undone, muffling his loud moans against her neck, as his whole body shuddered under her influence and his vision turned white.

Thick ropes of cum smeared over her hand, her thigh and the mattress.

Steven panted, trying to regain consciousness after the new experience, tickling her skin with his breath by pure accident, but she was clearly impatient.

“Now that we’ve taken care of you, what would you like to do next?” she whispered against his ear, kissing it gently. Her hand played with his dark curls as he slowly calmed down in her embrace.

With difficulty, Steven lifted himself up, looking like a complete mess of a man: face red-faced and sweaty, eyes dark and heavily hooded. Yet, energy still radiated from his body, though his length was now soft compared to moments ago.

“I want to please you. I…” he spoke passionately, but caught himself and his voice died away, afraid to be judged.

“What’s on your mind?” she cooed, patting his cheek, bringing all of his attention to her. The same hunger shone in her eyes, and it grew heavier and heavier by each passing second.

“I want to taste you. I was always curious how pussy actually tastes,” he replied, though his voice was far more silent than before. “I’ve heard that it tastes good. I really wanted to try it. And I… I really want to please you, love. I want to do anything to make you happy.”

She hummed approvingly, lying down on the bed. “Go on then, do whatever interests you.”

Steven was overjoyed to receive her permission, shuffling downwards, but felt a bit shy to place his hands over her thighs. He stared at her as if waiting for an order, a direction. His spinning head didn’t help him whatsoever in this situation, and his own heartbeat thundering in his ears distracted him from continuing.

Get a grip, man, get a grip of yourself!

“Well, what are you planning on doing next?” She gently redirected his thoughts.

“I uh—” His gaze returned to her, blinking a couple of times. “Can I—”

“As I said, whatever you want. Go ahead,” she interrupted, throwing back her head against the soft pillow, preparing herself for the inevitable touch.

Steven hesitated for a few more moments before he took the initiative, with shaky hands grasping her thighs gently and pulling apart to reveal the long-awaited fruit.

He almost gasped, seeing how inviting it looked in real life, feeling his mouth water at the sight. Instinctively, he dropped closer, first touching her folds with his fingertips, inspecting them gently. It looked far better than in porn.

He pulled back a little, seeing that she immediately arched her spine, but she was kind to him regardless, breathing out like a wounded animal, “Come on, don’t be shy, I won’t bite.”

Steven listened, swearing that he could have died on the spot as his heart raced a bit too fast. He sweated as though he were in a desert, not knowing where to start, thinking back to all things he had seen in those porn videos.

And so, he decided to worship her bit by bit; pressing passionate kisses, licking the sensitive spots of her inner thighs, slobbering over the soft skin. He squeezed and massaged the flesh, and his thumbs traced circles with his mouth as he glided himself closer and closer to her core. And when her irritated growl intimidated him, wordlessly telling him to get to the point, his tongue lavished over her lips.

Steven lapped over her entrance in long strokes, teasing at the entrance for a few moments, before fully dipping inside of her. He explored her with deep concentration, enjoying her walls squeezing his tongue.

The insides were warmer than her skin, yet not enough for a living person, but the taste drove him further. Not sweet, but not off-putting—vaguely metallic and somehow addicting. He loved it: it was clear by the saliva running down his chin and neck while he praised her pussy in between loud slurps, as if it were a relic made to represent an ancient god:

“You taste so good, love…”

“You’re so divine, I can’t get enough…”

“I love eating you out, I love being between your legs…”

“Your pussy tastes amazing, I need more, please…”

And he avoided nuzzling the tip of his nose against her clit for some time, wanting to tease her a bit more. But he just couldn’t contain himself from yielding to temptation.

While doing so, he watched her intently, following the raises and falls of her breasts as she panted, her hands desperately clinging onto the sheets with a silent command to be rougher.

She was impatient, fisting his hair and painfully dragging his head by his curls to her clit. And he enjoyed that sudden shift, obediently and roughly massaging the nerve bud with his tongue, yet carefully stalking the increasing moans that left her bobbing throat. She praised him, whining out his name while grinding into his mouth, to deepen the deliberate movements.

God, he couldn’t believe this to be real—to have such a beautiful woman in his lonely bed gasping for air, moaning like a demon sprayed with holy water.

And Steven, ever the gentleman, dipped a finger, and then two inside, continuing to lick at her clit as his fingers steadily stretched her spongy insides. He wanted her to cum over his fingers. He needed her to.

She massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples, as he pleased her with his drooling mouth.

His fingers increased their pace, hooking up slightly, to press the spot that made her shiver while she tugged at his messy curls.

She seemed to be enjoying this, with all of her nectar dripping and lingering in his mouth; it made him hump the mattress like a dog in heat. He’d grown hard again, so painfully hard, and his clothing suffocated him worse than this delicious cunt.

He whimpered against her in bliss.

How he had dreamed of a moment like this, jerking himself off with sad teary eyes glued to a blue-light screen in the middle of the night, hoping that one day he could eat out a woman just like now. And his dream finally came true!

But then, Steven was forced to part from his current happiness.

“No, not yet, I don’t want to cum yet,” she gasped, breathing heavily and trembling.

But it couldn’t be that she’d tremble that badly due to pleasure, could it?

She pulled him up again by his ruined shirt, forcefully laying him down on his back again. He didn’t understand how someone could have that much strength, especially after he had tried his best to please her.

Maybe she was really into him.

He hoped that was the case.

Steven yelped, feeling her undressing him eagerly, tugging at the rumpled clothing. Though it was unexpected, he couldn’t deny the relief it gave him, as he was practically dying in his drenched clothing. But he felt so naked as her gaze devoured him. The hunger in her eyes was so visible; those pupils were of a beast’s, dilated to the maximum, exploring him even without touching his flesh.

She licked her bottom lip in thought, turning her attention to something else and raising a brow in interest. It was the ankle restraint he used to tie himself up before sleep. “What if we used this?”

“W-Why would we?” he laughed awkwardly, pulling himself up on his elbows.

“Well…” She returned to him, clicking her tongue as she dragged a sharp nail down his chest. “I’d like to tie you up… Keep you still while I ride you.” She inclined her head a little. “What do you think about that, pretty boy?”

Steven gulped audibly, looking from the restraint, then to her; his cock twitched, imagining the scene in action. “God… Please, do it.” he choked out, “Do it, love, whatever you’d like!”

That clearly pleased her, but Steven didn’t even register how swiftly she pushed his hands over his head, tying them up to the headboard.

Oh, that scary look on her face was both unreal and arousing.

She straddled him, looking like a god gazing down at her loyal servant who was willing to risk his life to ensure her satisfaction.

And she wasted no time, already grinding down on his throbbing erection, following the draws of his hips. That sensation alone drove him insane, actual penetration would…

“All I need you to do is to relax, let me take care of you,” she cooed, sinking down onto him in one stroke, burying him completely inside of her.

Steven gasped for air, tearing up at the feeling of soft walls clasping around him. He tried tugging his hands towards her, but couldn’t fight the resistance.

Without a warning, she lifted onto her knees and dropped, up and down, starting with a slow pace at first, not particularly for herself, but for him to get accustomed to. And Steven moaned loudly, bucking his hips into her and failing to meet her movements; already begging her to go faster. This pace wasn’t enough to release him.

Thankfully, she was generous, pleasing his cries instantly, picking up the pace while Steven poorly followed the rhythm.

He never imagined that sex could feel so good—to feel something squeezing him entirely, rubbing all the right places of his cock.

The pleasure coiling up in his abdomen twisted tighter, even more than when he was being jerked off.

He hated his loud voice, wanting to resist the need, to muffle himself with his hand, bite his mouth shut, anything. But this was a dream come true—how could he ever resist being so vocal when his perfect date bounced on him like that?

Oh, she was beautiful, and Steven made sure to repeat the praises just like before, even if his voice broke down pathetically, “G-God, love! Y-You’re perfect— Your body, you’re—!”

“A goddess?” She smirked, moaning softly, cold sweat dripping down onto him as she watched him from above. He felt so pitiful in her presence, but that power turned him on even more.

“Y-Yea—” he cried out, bucking into her, throwing back his head into the pillow, yet he continued watching her, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. “I love being inside of you— I love you— I love everything about you!—”

“Really, that badly? Would you pray to your goddess?”

“Yes! Yes! I— Would!— Every day, only to you!—”

Everything about her was erotic. The way she drew him in and out of her, accompanied by an obscene slapping as she drove his erection into her pussy like a feral animal. He loved to see her breasts bouncing with each push. He wanted to suck them, to nip and pull her nipples between his teeth, to make her moan even louder. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to tie his wrists, he would surely help her out by touching her, rubbing her clit, but it felt so good to be used like this, like a little toy of her fantasies.

All of the videos he had ever watched couldn’t compare to this moment, to the tension he felt, the hunger in her gaze, her lewd moans. Her voice combined with the wet sounds and slaps lifted him to such heights, making his eyes roll back in pleasure.

Her hands supported her weight over his ribs, and as her nails dug too deeply into his skin, she drew out some blood. She licked it off her fingers cleanly; the sight forced a squirm from his throat as he realised that vampire play was surely her kink.

“You taste so good, Steven,” she moaned, humming in between her words, slamming down on him. “Just like sugar.”

Steven mumbled something incoherent, feeling her walls pulse around him.

The feeling tightened in his stomach when he accidentally peeked at where their bodies conjoined. He desperately tugged at the restraints again, arching his back, crying out loud, “Love, I— I can’t hold on much longer! I want… I need to cum! I’d do anything to cum inside of you, but I…”

Then his breath quickened as she leaned close to his face, placing her hands onto the mattress to balance herself. This position tortured him, as she could only grind her hips to cause some friction, but he had to take over the charge, fucking her insides as much as possible.

She hovered over him for a bit, making Steven think that she might kiss him. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, but felt embarrassed as she moved to the side of his neck.

“L-Love?—”

Suddenly, he felt her teeth sinking into his neck, making him both gasp and moan out of pain.

He snapped his hips into her deeply, by pure accident. The burning sensation in his abdomen tightened as Steven buried himself completely into her.

His entire body shuddered, feeling her walls clasp and spasm around him, milking his cock dry. For a few more times, he tried tugging his hands down, sobbing loudly with tears streaking down his cheeks as he longed to caress her thighs. Even his tongue felt lonely, forcing him to bite down his lower lip to the point of piercing through the already opened wounds.

After the wave of pleasure had settled down, Steven’s body fully flopped on the bed. He gasped pathetically, as his lungs tried their best to compensate for the lack of air. Yet he felt so relaxed, still feeling his date latched onto his neck. He wouldn’t pull out, feeling somewhat comfortable in the embrace of her pussy.

“Love, I’m sorry, I came inside of you… I’m so sorry. Are you on birth control or anything? Listen, if anything happens, I’d fully support any decision you’d make…”

No response.

Was it that good… Or was it that bad?

“Love? Is everything alright?”

Only then he heard loud gulps coming from the side of his neck.

“Love, what are you?…”

Steven’s world spun softly; his eyes flickered, as he struggled to grasp the dim surroundings. He was confused about why he had difficulty breathing again; he couldn’t believe that sex drained him that badly. His heart beat loudly in his chest. He was so tired, so incredibly tired, barely having the energy to move, and now his eyelids were inviting him to rest.

Finally, his date sat up, pressing down two fingers over where she had bitten him. The mattress underneath him felt damp.

For the first time in his life, Steven was terrified by the sight of her, feeling his illusions crumble before him.

The mysterious woman gazed down at him while licking her red lips, as if to conceal the evidence, but her chin and chest were also covered in the same red liquid. It dripped down on his stomach, and it became clear to him what it was. He couldn’t believe she’d somehow bitten him so hard as to make him bleed, especially that much, unless those fangs had really pierced through a large vessel. A wave of fear gripped him, making his sweat feel icy.

Only then did he realise how terrifying her shimmery, long and pointy canines contrasted with the blood.

The hunger had faded from her gaze; her eyes were now narrowed and still somewhat predatory, yet soft and loving. More passionate than before.

His blood dripped on both of their bodies, mixing with both of their sweat.

Vampires never felt so frightening in movies before, but she couldn’t be a real vampire, right?

Her hand gently wiped his sweaty hair and tears away from his vision, caressing his cheek so tenderly, actively avoiding hurting his bronze skin with her sharp nails. Holding him as though he were something precious. “Rest, Steven, you’ll need plenty of rest.” She cooed gently, kissing his forehead with her red lips.

Steven woke up with the worst headache of his life. He swore he’d never felt this awful; his breath was shallow, and his heart rate still felt too fast. Hunger tore at his guts, yet he felt nauseous. He could barely raise his head from the pillow; only let out a groan, which at least helped him express his frustration.

Luckily, the ankle restraint didn’t keep his hands locked in place. They were now free to move as they pleased. It was as though nothing happened, but the soreness in his wrists proved otherwise.

The tight pressure on his neck annoyed him; his trembling fingers touched it. He felt the texture of a bandage, with a large piece of gauze sticking out of the side where his date had bitten, probably to stop the bleeding.

So it wasn’t a dream.

Steven’s eyes moved to the side of his bed to check his phone, but he had difficulty reading the time, as his vision was blurry, which worsened his headache. Yet, he managed to squint out the floating numbers and realised that he was way past checking in for work.

He sighed pathetically, feeling tears of desperation pooling in his vision, making everything even blurrier than before. He’ll definitely get fired from his job. Not only that, but he needs to find the strength to go to the hospital.

‘Who knew that good sex with a charming woman could hurt you so badly!’ he thought, while searching for contacts, scrolling through phone numbers just to find Donna’s specifically.

Steven needed to think of an excuse, something believable, a story, anything, to show her that his absence wasn’t purposeful.

He called her, and she picked up immediately. “Donna,” he barely spoke up, his voice sounding insanely dry. He licked his lips quickly, but even that didn’t help him. “I—”

“Stevie, what the hell happened to you? You sound awful. I’ve got the doctor’s note, saying that you’ve got a fever. I don’t remember the last time you were sick. Are you alright?”

“No, I’m very unwell,” he replied weakly, feeling relieved to hear her words, and even of her worry. “I’m sorry.”

“No, just… Rest, okay? I don’t need a mummy working in the gift shop… Get well soon, I don’t have time to talk to you.”

A click and their short interaction came to an end.

He placed the phone beside himself on the bed, preparing himself to sleep again, until his eyes sprang open.

What did she mean by saying that she read the doctor’s note? Fever? How? When?—

As Steven was about to roll out of the bed, he noticed piles of water bottles, chocolates, and small white boxes sitting on the floor. Not only that, but there were a couple of larger boxes, and he immediately recognised their contents. Heaving himself out of bed, he opened them, and found his favourite vegan meals and soups. God, that was so thoughtful, she really remembered his comfort foods... Without waiting any further, he ate as much as he could, emptying the water bottles, sating the hunger that was paining him so badly.

Then he caught a glimpse at a piece of paper near the pile. It was a very short letter:

‘Hey, sorry for leaving you, but I had things to do.

I know you might feel bad today and all, so I asked a friend of mine for help. He’s a doctor, so he should have written a note about your absence from work. I don’t want to get you into trouble because of what happened yesterday, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t go to the hospital or contact the police.

I bought you some stuff to help you out. Be good for me, drink those iron supplements. Also, I got you painkillers for the neck, if you’d need them. Please, don’t remove the bandage. The wound is fairly tender, so don’t disturb its healing, okay?

Just saying, if you’ll try to call me, I changed my phone number, so don’t even waste your time. My recommendation for you would be to eat, drink water, take those supplements and sleep. That’s all you need.

I’ll come by in the evening. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything like yesterday. I want to help you, take care of you. Because frankly, I like you a lot, Steven. I need to have you around. You’re my precious, pretty boy!

Much love, see you soon.

P.S.: I washed the sheets while you slept. I didn’t want you to sleep in a mess…’

Even though Steven truly felt terrible, and was unable to move around, he couldn’t contain the smile curling up the corners of his lips. He was in love and she liked him back! She was coming back!

Regardless of what had happened, he felt so happy, even excited to see her again.