âșâ§âË àœàœČ Hisââ±âAffliction àœàŸ Ëââ§âș
snyopsis: The vampire Alucard finds an injured traveler at his doorsteps, and nurses her back to health. Though what happens during your recovery is woefully unexpected, but intrinsically welcomed.
tags: porn w/plot (rare for me lmao), he fell first but you fall harder type trope, yearning, pining, slow burn (i tried), passionate, penetration, cunnalingus, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, marking, biting, bloodletting, creampie, praise, usuage of âdarlingâ, âdearâ, âda draga meaâ (âyes my dearâ in romanian). L bomb gets dropped bc yk what, hell yeah?, pathetic alucard bc absolutely yes
word count: 11.5k wowza
a/n: a true passion project i love you alucard THANK YOU @cosmicporos for helping me with ideas for this fic mwah and also @eridanusco for informally requesting LMAO. Also sorry i dont know how to end fics pls let me live guys pls i tried :(
(click the title for a playlist! I listened to it a billion times when writing this)
Sounds of a distance neigh grew closer and closer to the ear of the blonde dhampir- who sat desolate inside cold walls. Your loyal steed, galloped you to the tall castle doors, pacing back and forth, whining for attention until The Alucard finally came down and took your lumbering body inside, and your horse to the stable of course, heâs not a monsterâŠas much as he beleive so.
After what seemed to feel like a coma, you open your eyes to the stinging rays of sunlight that pass your eyelids; Waking up to a room unfamiliar and a man even moreso.
Alucard sat in a wooden chair that smelled of the same cedar he tended the fire with.
As the scent and the sight hit your senses, you rustled up and back into the corner of the walls in a hurried panic.
Alucard's eyes widened a bit, surprised by your wake. He gently placed his occupying book down and slowly got up from the chair, holding his hands up as if to show you he meant no harm.
"Easy, easy now...calm down. You're safe."
âWho the hell are you-â you question in fright at his fanged teeth.
He gave a slight frown, eyes shifting a bit as he studied you.
âThis is my home, your woundsâŠyouâve been here just short of a day.â
He explained, keeping his distance to not further frighten you- pointing to your abdomen.
âYou're- a vampire?!!â
He chuckled slightly, not amused by the fear in your eyes but understanding your reactionâ
"Half vampire, actuallyâ He went on, âBut I mean you no harm, you have my word."
âYou could be lyingâ.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of irritation in his voice at the accusation
"You'll have to trust me on that, won't you? If I wanted to hurt you, I could've done so long ago. You were passed out and bleeding on your horse's back."
Realization hit you, his arms crossing over his chest as you stay silent in protest.
"You were quite injured, I patched you up the best I could and kept you in this room to rest. Please allow me to heal you back to health completely.â
You stay in the corner of the bed with your hands clutched onto the thick fur blanket. You give him a nod, accepting his proposal, although reluctantly.
He nods back, sensing the fear and uncertainty radiating off of you but appreciative that you arenât too stubborn.
"It would've been wrong to leave you to bleed out in the woods." He said, slowing returning to the fire and book.
âI didnât know vampires had morality.â You retort, slipping out of your mouth without much thought.
He but only chuckles, you can almost hear his smile as he speaks, low and soft.
âIâve had my share ofâŠdistasteful humans. But your horse made a good case for you, you know.â
You have to almost stop a smile- becoming more comfortable by the second with his seeming civility.
Not too comfortable, though, feeling the bandages around your waist.
He looks back and sees you touching them through your shirt.
âCan I see them?â He asks, walking closer to you now with a voice of concern.
You nod.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch you unnecessarily, reaching out and gently unwrapping the bandages, his movements slow and deliberate as he revealed the wounds beneath.
You wince slightly at the cool air hitting your broken skin, your stomach flexing inwards and your lungs expanding.
He pauses for a moment as you flinch, his eyes flicking up to your face.
"I'm sorry, I'll be gentle," he says softly before continuing to unwrap the bandages, revealing the cuts and gashes on your body. His expression hardened again as he took in the extent of your injuries, his fingers tracing lightly over the wounds, gentle and steady.
âHow do they feel?â He asks, taking all the bandages off and reaching to the nightstand for more.
âFineâ You reply.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I can sense your emotions, you know. And you're not very good at hiding them."
You feel your brows contort into irritation, you dont even know what for- maybe your innate distrust.
"What, you're mad that I can read you so easily?" He replied with a smile, enjoying your annoyed expression a little more than he thought.
âIt's a bit annoyingâŠâ You say, raising your brows, with a sprinkle of sass.
He smirked again, his lips playful.
"Well, I'm sorry if it's annoying. But you're quite expressive. It's hard not to notice when you look like that.â
âLike what-?â You retort.
âThat.â He replies quickly, making you swallow your words.
You watch as he redresses your wounds, taking his time to wrap the bandages around your waist and stomach.
You take that time to look at his face more carefully than before- being this close to a vampire wasnât something you think youâd live long enough to be able to observe like this.
You noticed his light amber hair, his yellow eyes and long lashes that gave him an epicene charm. You couldnât keep your curious eyes from wandering over his features, he smelled like oud and iron.
When he was done, you looked out toward the open window, the sill swaying back and forth as the wind dance.
âHow long will they take to heal?â You ask as you look back down at his hands.
"It depends. The wounds were quite severe, so it may take a while for them to fully close. The medicine should accelerate the healing process, but it's not instantaneous.â
âOkay- well, if it's fine i'll return to my town then by tomorrow.â
His expression shifted to surprise at your statement.
"You want to leave already? You're not fully healed yet, it's not safe for you to go back out there. They could open, get infection, you could get-â
âI don't wish to bother you any longer- you've already helped me enough.â You state. Youâve been quite wary about vampires- raised to practically believe they were spawns of hell itself.
He raised an eyebrow, his surprise quickly replaced by a hint of irritation
"Bother me? Nonsense. You're a guest in my home, and I don't intend to just let you wander off into danger when you're just as injured as when I found you.â
âIt's still an inconvenienceâŠâ
He lets out an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're insufferable, you know that?â It's not an inconvenience. You're my responsibility now, whether you like it or not.â
You let out an equally annoyed huff, but you donât bother to object anymore, clearly stuck and indefensible.
âFineâ. You breathe out.
He gave you a firm nod, satisfied that you had agreed to stay.
"Good. You'll stay here until you're fully healed. I won't have you running off and getting yourself killed out there."
He watched you as you settled back into bed, his expression softening slightly
"I'll be back to check on you later. Try not to do anything reckless while I'm gone." He says, walking out the door.
âWait!â You shout.
He pauses in the doorway, turning to look at you.
"Yes?"
âWhatâs your name?â
âAlucardâ, is what you hear before the shut of the door.
You hear his descending footsteps on the floor of the castle, plopping your head back into the goosefeather pillows as you stared at the brick ceiling, trying to get comfortable again, as much as you could considering your circumstance.
Hours had passed, and sleep didnât miss you on its way.
Alucard had come back to your room, opening it after not hearing any confirmation at his soft knocks.
He saw your sleeping state and moved quietly as to make sure sure not to disturb you, scanning over your form, taking note of your condition and whether you were in any pain or discomfort even if your unconsciousness.
He leaned over and placed a hand on your forehead, checking for a fever or sweats.
After making his observations, his eyes lingered on your hair, fingers carefully brushing against a few strands as he withdraws his hand.
He found himself captivated by the color and texture, a hint of curiosity flickering within as the sunlight filtered through the window and casted a warm glow over your skin, the smooth contours of your face and neck.
He looked at your physiognomy in almost jealously, envious of your humanness. The feeling of your warm skin coursing with blood that hadnât yet gone through the process of death. He brushed his knuckle softly against your cheekbone but quickly removed it once he felt you slowly stir away.
You crack your eyes open and flutter your flashes as the setting sun pokes at your lids again.
âIs it evening already?â
He nods, his voice low and quiet, walking around the corners of the room to light the candles scattered around to offer some light before the moons arrival.
"Yes, it's getting late. You've been asleep for quite a while."
You let out a long drawn yawn and attempt to sit up near the headboard.
He watches, eyes tracking your every move. He can see the pain and stiffness in your movements, a pang of guilt tugging at him for not being able to do anything for you in that moment.
"Careful," he murmurs, voice taint with concern. "You're still injured, remember? You shouldn't be sitting up yet. Let your body heal."
âI can't just sleep all day.â
"Yes, you canââŠHe continues, trying to push through without the conversation. âYou're still recovering. You need to take it easy and let your body heal itself. Sleeping is the best way to do that." He crosses his arms over his chest, a hint of frustration in his voice over your seemingly unmovable persistence.
You frown at his scolding, crossing your arms back.
"What's with the pout? You look like a petulant child."
You scoff, leaning your head back and mouth slightly agape.
âThat's rude...â
He chuckles, a smirk growing at your response.
"Is it? I was merely stating the truth.
You're acting like a spoiled brat who doesn't want to listen to their caretaker."
âI'm just tired of sleeping so much...â
âWell I canât just let you run around and frolick can I?â
You pout again, knowing heâs right but not wanting to agree out ofâŠpettiness.
He shakes his head and sighs, âStay here, Iâll bring you some foodâ.
âYeah sure iâll stay! No problem Doctor!â You say with fringed enthusiasm. âCanât really go run and frolick can IâŠ?â You mumble after.
âI heard that.â He says as he walks out, making you chuckle a bit.
As you wait, your stomach growls even more, wondering what kind of food youâll be given. With all the wealth and luxury displayed in just the small portion of the castle youâve been limited to witness- you had set your expectations highâŠ.unfortunately.
He comes back not more than an hour or so later- hair tied up in a low messy bun and what seems to be flour on his pants.
You see Alucard bring in a tray of a small loaf of bread and a bowl of what smelled like plain chicken stock, small floating pieces of carrot.
He sits down next to the bed, putting the tray on the edge of the bed before helping you sit up just a bit so you could eat.
You look at him and then the food- the silence and your inactive made him scoff.
âAre you hands broken all of a sudden? Do you need me to feed you?â He says bluntly, raising his brows in disbelief of your shamelessness.
You gave him a shrug and innocent expression smile- but he lets himself fall to your poorly executed manipulation.
He tears a piece of the what you can only imagine is some kind of buckwheat bun, as he dips it into the plain soup.
âFattening me up so you can eat me?â You say as the soup soaked bread moves closer to your mouth.
He rolls his eyes and holds it closer to you to take a bite.
Before you open your mouth to accept the bread, you catch a wiff of the smell andâŠyour head tilts away swiftly.
âOh gods- you donât even need to fatten me thatâs gonna kill me first!â You say as you shake your head.
âWhat? Stop being dramatic. Itâs just bread, hereâ He says, tilting your head back toward his face and the bread.
âWhere did you get that? Did my horse produce it?!â
Alucard furrows his brows and scoffs.
âI made thisâŠit took a while by the way.â
Your eyes widen- not knowing if you should be surprised and touched that he attempted to make you food or if you should be alarmed at how horribly it went.
âOhâŠâ
He sighs, âIs it really that bad..? What do you humans even eat besides bread and beer?â
You scoot back a bit, creating a good distance away from the bread.
âIs this- just chicken stock?â You ask, trying to find any kind of compliment to give him.
He looks at you deadpanned, and you have to stifle a smile.
âI should have gave that carrot to the damn horseâŠâ He mumbled before getting up to leave with the tray.
âWait wait!â You laugh as you protested, waving your arms back up to urge him to stay.
âIâll try itâŠsince you went out of your way.â
He sighs, giving you another chance and placing the tray back on your lap.
You have to gather more courage than you might have ever before- taking the same piece of bread he tore and counting your blessing before putting it into your mouth.
Truthfully- the chicken stock made it somewhat bearable, masking the stale like gummy texture of the breadâŠand swallowing it before it could bother you too much.
Alucard watched at the bedpost, arms crossed as he observed your expression.
You look up at him after the first bite, tilting your head back and forth and twisting your arm to try and say it wasnât too aweful.
He lets outs a chuckle and sits back down on the chair; occupying his earlier read as he waits for you to finish your meal.
As soon as youâre finished, he glances at the empty bowl and plate, a hint of relief in his eyes
"You ate everything, good. It's important to keep your strength up while you're recovering."
You simply nod, not wishing you further frustrate him over his cooking inability.
"Get some rest now. You need it."
He takes the tray and turns to leave, but once again hesitates at the door, as if his body screams at him to stay longer than needed.
Looking back at you; his eyes roaming over your face as if committing it to memory.
âI never got your name, now that I think about it. I think Iâd like to know what to address you as.â
You hesitate for a moment- but itâs the least you could offer, formality wise.
âY/n.â You respond.
He replies in almost a whisper.
"Goodnight, Y/n." He smiles.
He wonât be going to bed anytime soon but he hopes your rest is committed.
âGoodnight, Alucard.â
Again is the shut of the door, and you know you wonât see him again til the next morning.
After he leaves the room, he stand in the hallway for a moment, lost in thought- he feels a heaviness in his chest at the sound of his name on your lips. Itâs been a long time since anyone has said his name at all- nor with as much tenderness and void of disdain as the way in which you spoke it.
The next day comes, much like the last in its configuration, just as the next few would likely follow.
Alucard comes in and moves quietly around, tending to the small fire in the hearth and tidying up a bit around your room; keeping his movements soft and silent, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere while you sleep.
He notices the moment you start to stir, his eyes flickering towards your sleeping figure on the bed. He watches you wake, and a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he watches you blink sleepily.
âGoodmorningâ, you hear from the vampire, chuckling as he sees you stretch. âSleep well?â.
You reply with a nod, yawning greatly before giving him a âMhmâ.
He feels a sense of relief wash over him, glad that you were able to get some restful sleep. Moving closer to the bed, his eyes scan over you for any signs of discomfort.
"That's good to hear. How are you feeling? Any pain?"
You shake your head, truthfully feeling much lighter than the previous day. You sit up so you can present your wounds to him.
He nods in approval, satisfied assurance while he steps closer to the bed until he sits on the edge, gently reaching out to examine your wounds, his fingers lightly brushing over the bandages that cover your injuries and unwrapping you.
"They're healing well. You're lucky you didn't sustain any serious damage."
He relays, his palms trailing down your sides as he tries to feel for any swelling, and you seem to find your throat a bit dry.
He can hear you gulp, and he reluctantly pulls his hands away and starts to wrap you with new bandages, rolling your shirt back down.
âThank youâ, you reply, trying to fill the empty space between you two, even if itâs just verbal.
He pauses for a moment, surprised by your words. He hadn't expected you to thank him, and the sincerity in your voice catches him off guard.
He clears his throat again, trying to maintain his demeanor.
"You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing what I can to ensure your recovery."
You smile and nod, impressed by his humbleness.
âDo you think, I can go outside now? Maybe for a walk.â You ask.
He hesitates, considering your request. Youve been confined to the room for almost a week now, and the thought of you getting some sun wasnât the worst.
"Hm...I suppose it would be good for you to get some fresh air. But only for a little while. You're still recovering, so you shouldn't push yourself too much."
You smile even wider, glad that he wasnât cruel or unreasonable.
âThank you, will you join me?â You offer.
He feels his brows contort with confusion, but he can't help the small smile that follows.
"Me? You want me to go with you?"
âWell i've never been to this part of the country- iâm not so used to it.
He chuckles softly, finding your naiveté endearing
"I see. Very well, I'll accompany you on your walk." He replies, coming back to the edge of the bed and helping you up, putting out his forearm for you to hold yourself up with- making sure you don't stumble or fall.
"Take it slow. You might be a bit unsteady at first."
You hold on tight, feeling your limbs finally stretch out after hours of laying down with not much breaks.
He watches you carefully, his eyes following your every move. He notices the warmth of your hands on his arm, gripping and clinging to him so tight, and the closeness of your body sends a current through his body- and he finds himself putting a bit more effort into trying to push down the strange feelings that are bubbling up inside him, because of you.
"Easy there. Don't push yourself too hard."
Once he makes note of your posture, he slowly releases your arm, though keeping a hand hovering nearby, just in case you need support.
âDo you happen to have any clothes?â You ask, wanting to get into something more fresh compared to your tattered and messy clothing.
"Yes, I think I do. Stay here.â He says, quickly moving out of the room to retrieve them and arriving again only minutes later with a neatly folded stack of garments in his arms.
He hands them to you, his eyes flickering over your figure as he does so.
"These should fit you. Let me know if they don't."
You take the small pile with both hands and go to the washroom of your familiar room to change.
Alucard waited patiently outside the door, his mind racing as he imaged you changing inside- hearing the rustling of fabric and wanting to ask if you needed help but he didnât want to overstep- didnât want to make you suspect anything more of it all.
Desperately he tried to push the thoughts down into the back of his head, but they keep creeping up, making his heart race and his palms sweat a bit.
When you emerged back out in the clothes he gave you, his eyes almost widened, a faint melancholy in his gaze.
âWhatâŠyou look like you want to say something.â You ask.
He looks back into your eyes as heâs snapped out of his thoughts.
âSorry- sorryâŠno you look fine. Itâs just thatâ He rambled on, âThe clothes belonged to my mother, they suite you.â
Your brows rise at the information and your stomach drops a bit- feeling sorrow for him in his dark undertones. But you stay silent.
âAlrightâ, he continues, draping a red scarf around your neck.
âKeep this on, itâs cold in the mornings.â He says as he pulls your hair up from the scarf and lays it behind your shoulders, fingers brushing your ears slightly as he stands much closer now.
You only nod, allowing him to open the door and lead you out of the room for the first time.
When you step out of your enclosure of a room, you feel the smooth velvet carpet rolling out into the deep hallways of the ancient castle, soothing the soles of your bare feet as you walk alongside Alucard, looking around at the ceilings and the fixtures that adorn the home.
He watches as you take in the grandeur of the castle, a hint of pride in his eyes. Heâs lived here for so long, but he sometimes forgets how impressive it must look to outsiders
"It's a bit much, I know. But it's been in my family for generations."
âNo, itâs beautiful. Really.â You assure, taking everything in as you finally get to explore the place youâve been locked up in.
He smiles again at your words, feeling a small swell of warmth in his chest. Expecting you like most people to be intimidated or scared by the castle's size and antiquity, but he can tell you seem genuinely impressed by it.
"Thank you. My father, Dracula, had it built many years ago. He desired opulence." He says with cadence.
As he explains more of the buildingâs interior, you both finally reach a exit. You can hear the chirping of birds and the wind on the other side as if a portal to an unexplored grove were near.
Alucard pushes the heavy doors open, revealing the sprawling gardens outside. The morning sun is casting a warm golden glow over the landscape.
The gardens- a riot of color, with blooming flowers and lush greenery filling every inch of space.
He watched as you step out into the grass. He can't help but find the sight of you barefoot in the garden endearing, your toes sinking into the soft earth as you breathe in the sweet spring air.
You open your eyes and look up, appreciating the sky from below opposed to the window from a distance as to which you were forced to do for the past few days.
Alucard, though, doesnât follow your gaze. He instead can't help but admire the way the sun catches in your hair, and on your skin, making you look like you're glowing. A second, much more beautiful sun.
He finds himself staring for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty.
He also notices the way you hold the shawl closer to your body, and he wonders if you're cold or if there's something else you're trying to hide. He tries to resist the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of your face again, wanting to feel just an atom of your being, as if to merge them with his.
He step closer, concern etched on his face
"Are you cold?"
You look back at him, your brows contorted and a soft look of vulnerability on your face.
âA littleâ, you admit.
He sees the goosebumps emerged on your soft and sunkissed skin, and he frowns slightly.
He takes the coat off his back, and drapes it over your shoulders
"Here, this should help." He says as he pulls you closer to him, your shoulders rubbing up as he keeps the draped jacket close around you, a bit too big but enough to warm you.
You give him an appreciative smile, and he returns one right back.
He watches you return your eyes back on the scenery, his gaze softening as he sees the way you admire the beauty of the world around you.
Heâs seen this view countless times before, smelled the same air and felt the same breeze pass him by. But somehow, it seems more vibrant with you here with him now.
âWould you like to go back inside now?â You ask.
He shakes his head, not wanting the moment to end just yet.
"Not yet. Let's stay out here a little longer. Is that okay?â He asks softly.
You nod, happy that heâs willing to indulge you in just a bit more time outside.
You canât help but feel his eyes glancing to you every now and then- and you try to ignore the urge to get closer to him.
Not for warmth, or because of the cold, or anything other than the flickering need to be closer to him.
Something entirely separate, something entirely unfamiliar.
After another few minutes, you two decide to come back inside to prevent any possibility of you catching a cold.
Alucard shows you a few more hallways and rooms along the way, pointing them onto and providing a little history lesson every now and then, not wanting to bombard you with his entire lifetimes worth of stories. When you arrive back at your room, he watches you settle back into the bed. A strange mix of emotions swirling within him. he wants to stay with you, but he knows he should give you some space.
He lingers in the doorway for a moment before speaking up again.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'll be around."
You smile and nod, âThank youâ. You whisper.
âOf course. I'll be in the library if you need me." He hesitates for a moment, as if he wants to say something more, but then he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the room, leaving the door open this time- as if inviting you to join him.
Maybe youâre just thinking too much into it.
As he sits down on the wooden library chairs, trying to concentrate on the book in his hand and the ink that sticks to his quill, his thoughts keep drifting back to you, wondering what you're doing in your room and if you're comfortable.
He can't shake the feeling that he's being drawn to you like a moth to a flame- in an inseparable trap he set himself. His affliction.
Lost in his own mind, he snaps out of it as he hears a knock at the library door. He looks up, setting his book down to calls out.
"Come in."
You hear his command, opening the tall doors and peaking your head in to find him.
He looks up as you enter the space, his eyes widening slightly as you approach closer and walk down the sparse steps- secretly trying to hide the fact that he was thinking about you just seconds ago.
"Ah, I wasn't expecting you so soon.
Is everything alright?" He asks, feeling his heart suddenly accelerate.
âYeah, sorryâ You reply, handing him back his jacket, âyou just forgot thisâ.
As he takes the jacket from you, his finger brushing against yours for a brief moment that he curses himself for not keeping it a second longer.
He looks at it for a moment before looking back at you.
"Ah, thank you. I didn't realize I had left it behind." He says in a more hoarse tone than usual.
You chuckle and nod, âI also didn't realize.â You say in a lighthearted tone.
He chuckles softly in return, his eyes locked on yours- Acutely aware of the way your scent fills the air around him, intoxicating him with its sweetness.
"I suppose I was too distracted this morning to notice."
He finds it harder and harder to resist the urge to reach out to you, to pull you closer to him with each growing second.
You break the short lapse of silence, your eyes trailing down to the desk full of books and sheets of freshly inked script.
âReading?â
He also glances at the books on the table, trying to compose himself.
"Ah, yes. I was just doing some light reading. and annotation. Trying to take my mind off things." He says before looking back at you, his gaze lingering on your face. He can feel the tension between you growing, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions.
âWhat, uhm- kind of things?â You ask, immediately feeling as if you overstepped.
He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should be honest with you, but he can't bring himself to lie.
"You." He speaks.
You nod, understanding as you touch your wound on your side- Assuming heâs referring to your injuries, knowing how much he cares to treat you. Pushing away the initial thoughts of affection, not wanting to get your hopes up.
He nods, a small sigh escaping his lips. He conflicts with himself- wanting to tell you every preoccupied thought heâs had of you since the moment he found you on the back of his horse.
"Yes, that. And other things." He slips in quietly.
âYou should rest, youâre not well enough to be up for so long.â He says a bit more sternly.
You furrow your brows a bit in unease, wishing he elaborated.
âRight.â You respond plainly.
He sees the disappointment in your eyes and immediately regrets his words. He didn't mean to push you away, but he's afraid of letting his guard down, of getting too close to you.
He runs a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated with himself
"I just... I don't want you to overexert yourself."
âItâs fine-â You reply quickly, not wanting to invest more emotional energy into the exchange, exiting the library and walking back to your room, each step heavy and unrelenting as if your body rejects being away from him.
He watches your back as you leave, his heart sinking at the sound of your steps descending in volume. He wants to call out to you, to tell you to stay, but the words stick in his throat like a lozenge.
He sits there for a moment, frozen in place, before cursing himself under his breath. He knows he's messed up, but he's not sure how to fix it just yet.
Alucard remains in the library, pacing back and forth restlessly, still. He can't focus on anything, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.
He curses himself for being so awkward and aloof, for not being able to express his feelings properly even if they arenât all fleshed out and appropriate.
He wants to follow you, to make things right, but he's afraid of what might happen if he does. So he stays in the library, brooding and frustrated, feeling more alone than ever.
You on the other hand, stay cooped up in your room. Equally frustrated- pacing around the bed unaware of how similar you both seem to cope.
You stay until the sun sets, wondering if heâll show anytime soon to check up on you like he has been- angrily ruffled into the bedsheets as you almost wish you never went to the library, wishing you just left it at the peaceful garden walk from this morning.
âFuck it?â You think to yourself, just go. âJust get upâŠwalk over to him and figure it out? Right?â What even is there to figure, maybe, you were just overthinking.
You put your hand on the doorknob, resting before you swing it open.
As you prepare to take the first step out your eyes widen at the sight of him right infront of you with his hand raised.
He freezes in his tracks, surprised to see you standing in the doorway. He hadn't expected you to open the door just as he was about to knock, and his face looking more pale than before, somehow.
He looks at you, heart racing as he takes in the sight- feeling a mix of relief and nervousness, unsure of what to say or do next.
ââŠHi.â You break the silence.
He swallows hard, his palms feeling clammy. He forces himself to speak, his voice sounding hoarse and awkward
"Hey. I was just coming to check on you." He drew on.
âI was also going to find you.â You confess.
He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your words. He hadn't expected you to be looking for him as well, his hopes rocking up.â
"Were you?"
âYeah well- it's evening so I figured you'd want to check up on me again.â You sidetrack, dancing around the idea of anything else.
He nods, feeling a pang of guilt.
He had been avoiding you all day, and yet here you were, still thinking about him and his routine. Sure, he was too, but he hated the idea of burdening you with such heavy feelings in his care.
"Right, of course. I should've been more on top of it."
You nod, letting him into the room as you go to sit down on the bed as he follows you, his heart pounding in his chest. Why?
He can feel a tension between you two, one thatâs been bubbling and thickening like a witches brew.
He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps drifting to other things as he approaches you, his hand trying not to linger too long- prudent in his action.
He keeps his gaze clinical as he examines the wounds, rolling your shirt up and unwrapping the bandaged, but it's hard not to notice the softness of your skin beneath his fingers.
He gently touches the edges of the scars, his touch cautious as he checks for any signs of infection or irritation.
Heâs aware of how close he is to you, how intimate the situation is, how for the past few days that heâs tried to ignore- scared of pushing himself onto you in any way.
He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's making it difficult for him to concentrate as he can see you watching him.
He glances up at you, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment.
âYou look worried....â
He looks up at you again, his expression serious.
"It's just... the scars are still a bit red. I'm worried about infection."
You nod, your expression also turning more stone.
He frowns, his fingers tracing the edges of the scars lightly.
"I'll have to keep a closer eye on them. Make sure they don't get worse."
You nod, wincing slightly as he touches them.
He immediately stops touching the scars, his expression softening.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispers.
âIt's okay- it just stings a littleâ. You assure.
But he still feels a pang of guilt at the thought of causing you pain, even if it was accidental.
"I'll try to be more careful. I just want to make sure they're healing properly." He goes on, feeling himself open up more- wanting to tell you just how much he cares.
He wraps you back up in new dressing, rolling your shirt down again and leaning down toward you.
âHold onto me, Iâll help you up.â He says softly, putting his arms around your back as you wrap yours around the back of his neck, holding into him for support as he helps you up onto your feet without too much trouble.
For just a moment your chests press up- but soon letting go.
Alucard steps back, not wanting to cross any lines- but gods is his mind absolute chaos right now.
The feeling of your body closer than itâs ever been- the feeling of almost embracing you was too much for him to handle.
You clear your throat, leaning back against the bedpost, âEarlier today...in the library...â, you go on.
He perks back up, âYes? What about it?â
âI'm sorry if i seemed too insistent, you probably wanted to be aloneââŠ
He shakes his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Don't apologize. You didn't seem insistent at all. If anything, I found your curiosity endearing."
He sends you a smile, a softer look.
"And I must admit, it was nice to have some company in the library for once. I've been alone for so long that l've almost forgotten what it's like to talk to someoneâŠâ
You smile back, âMe too.â
He returns your easygoingness, âYou're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"
âI'm not, it's making me feel better too.â
He chuckles, a bit deeper this time.
"I see. So you're not just a beautiful woman with a sharp mind, you're also honest."
âI hope to beâ, you reply wittingly.
âHonesty is a rare quality, you know.
Most people will say anything to get what they want, or to avoid hurting your feelings. But you... you seem to speak your mind without a second thoughtâŠEspecially about my bread.â
You roll your eyes place and scoff, âIâll never hear the end of it from you.â
âIâm still hurt.â He says, feigning offense.
The two of you exchange a few more pleasantries, both reveling in the fact that your issues from earlier have been mended and quickly forgotten. Thankfully.
Alucard glances out the window, seeing the darkness of the night outside and hearing your yawn.
"It's late. You should probably get some rest, as much as I wish to keep talking.â He adds on quickly.
You nod, opening the door as he walks out into the doorway.
âGoodnight, dear.â He says politely.
You respond with a kiss on his cheek, quick and gentle.
âGoodnight.â You say with a soft smile, and and shut the door on his dumbfounded face.
He stands there for a moment, stunned by your unexpected kiss.
His hand comes up to touch the spot where your lips had been, a look of surprise and... something else on his face. He shakes his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he turns and walks away, heading to his own room and recalling the experience with every step. He tries to tell himself that it was just a polite gesture, nothing more, but he can't help the way his heart flutters at the thought of your lips on his skin. He knows any semblance of sleep wonât be easy- not after your stunt.
You sleep deeply through the night and into first light, unable to hear Alucard knocking at your door.
He knocks a second time, a tray of breakfast food in his hands.
Upon your lack of response, he enters the room quietly, his eyes immediately going to your bed to check on your condition- smiling softly as he sees you still asleep, setting the tray of food on a nearby table.
He walks over to the bed, his footsteps light and quiet so as not to wake you. Itâs almost noon, and he wants to make sure youâre not feeling any sort of extreme exhaustion- considering the irregular surplus of sleep.
He continues to watch your face- finding himself getting used to the peaceful sight of your sleeping form.
But he notices a look of distress on your face, becoming concerned. He sits down on the edge of the bed, observing intently, his eyes narrowing as he realizes you're having a nightmare of some sort.
He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should wake you up, but the conviction on your face convinces him to act.
"Hey...wake up." He gently shakes your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your terrors.
He watches as you rise up in a jerked motion- breathe quick and heavy, pupils dilated and expression that of terror.
He places a comforting hand on your back.
"Shh... it's okay. You're safe now. It was just a dream." He says as he rubs your back in soothing circles, his touch gentle and reassuring. He looks at you with concern, his eyes filled with worry
"You were having a nightmare... do you want to talk about it?"
âI donât really remember it-â You say in a defeated tone, more annoyed than anything.
"Okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen."
âThank youâ, you say with a faint smile, his hand now on your shoulder.
"Of course.â He glances over at the tray of food he brought in.
"I brought you some breakfast. You should eat something. Itâll take your mind off it perhaps?â
You take the tray appreciatively, nodding but still disoriented.
He notices the slight change in your expression. He tilts his head slightly, studying your face.
"Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit... dazed."
âSorry- i'm just- still waking upâ
He chuckles softly, amused by your sleepy state âIt's alright. I understand."
He sits on the edge of the bed again, watching you pick up the food, satisfied that you're finally eating something.
He leans back against the headboard of the bed, content to just sit with you for a while.
"How are your wounds feeling today? Are they healing well?"
âOh- yes I think soâ, you say, putting the tray next to you and turning to face him, lifting your shirt up to let him examine them.
He runs his fingers gently over the healing cuts under your bandages, making sure they're not infected or still bleeding
"Good. They look like they're healing nicely. You'll probably be fully healed in a few more days."
âA few more days...alrightâ. You start to think to yourself, wondering what'll happen then- considering that youâll have no need to stay here once youâre healthy.
He notices the look on your face, the slight furrow in your brow as you think to yourself. He lowers your shirt, his gaze fixed on you
"Is something wrong?â, he asks, getting closer to you as he tries to coax it out of you.
You simply shake your head.
He raises an eyebrow, not quite believing you. At all actually.
"You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, right?"
âI knowâŠâ You say, unconvincingly once again.
He reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting
"You can trust me, you know. I won't judge you. I swear it.â He says with a gentle expression.
âYeah- yeah I know.â You say quickly, your face developing a rouge at his sudden act of affection. Or maybe it was just- care, a polite gesture of friendship.
You go back to eating your breakfast, slipping your hand out of his.
Even while enjoying your morning meal, your stomach is heavy with the residual feelings of your nightmare- frustration that you canât seem to remember what made you feel so ill.
âDo you ever get nightmares?â You ask Alucard.
He looks to face you- a bit unprepared for your question but honest.
âAt times, they seem more like recollections than fantasies of my mind.â
You furrow your brows, looking done at your food and playing around with it.
âI canât remember what I was even dreaming about- but itâs a strange feeling.â
You go on, opening up about the discomfort of your body.
He frowns, feeling a mix of sympathy and concern for you. He pulls you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could take it away from you."
You let out a surprised sound- hands hesitating to wrap around him.
He can feel your surprise, unrelenting. He holds you tightly against his chest, one hand gently stroking your hair
"It's okay," he murmurs softly.
"You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. Alright?â
You feel your brows scrunch up and your body lighten- as if heâs shared some room in his body for you to lay your afflictions bare. To take some of the pain from you and lock it away in himself.
With contemplation- you hug him back.
He holds you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head
"That's it," he murmurs. "Just relax. Let me hold you."
His words soothe you like a balm, mending together pensive feelings of melancholy you werenât even aware of before.
You feel warm tears roll down your cheeks, sniffling before he gently rocking you back and forth as he tries to soothe you
"Shhh, it's okay. Let it all out," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness and compassion.
"I've got you," he continues.
You use every second to try and pull yourself up together- but he wraps around you close, holding you together as you fall apart in his arms.
He continues to whisper words of comfort, his voice low and soothing
"You're doing so well. Just keep breathing. In and out, that's it."
After a few minutes of much needed exhalations, you recover well in the vampires arms.
He feels a sense of relief wash over him as you relax against him. He gently tilts your chin up.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asks gently, his hand still stroking your hair.
You let out a cathartic sigh, nodding.
He cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the tears from your face
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. You had me worried for a moment there."
âSorry...I guess I just haven't had someone hug me in a long time.â
He shakes his head, his hand still cupping your cheek.
"You have nothing to apologize for. And don't ever apologize for needing comfort. Everyone needs a hug sometimes."
As you calm yourself more, Alucard decides to give you some space to recollect yourself, clearly needing it.
âIâll give you some space. Iâll be in the library, if you need anything.â He reminds, before bidding you a goodbye after making sure you ate.
You take deep inhales and deeper exhales, your mind ringing with his voice guiding you through breathes.
The room becomes quiet and dark, you're left alone with your thoughts. The memory of Alucard's touch and his warm smile are all you can think about, and you can't help but wonder what he's doing right now- deciding itâs better to find out for yourself than wonder.
Alucard looks up as you enter the library.
He sets down the book he was reading and smiles softly.
"Feeling better?" he asks.
You smile and nod, walking closer.
"Come here," he says, patting the chair next to him. "You can keep me company."
You gladly take a seat, eyes roaming over the various books and sheets covering the desk- similar to yesterdayâs spreads.
He notices how close your face is to his work. He closes the book, gently tapping your forehead with it.
"You're going to give yourself a headache if you keep reading like that," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.
You pout and rub your forehead.
âRudeâŠâ You say in a whisper.
You scoot closer to get a better look at the writing, your elbows folding on top of the table.
As you observe the scripts, Alucard is more concerned with how beautiful you look- even when youâre concentrated, and he can't help but feel a pang of longing in his chest- quickly pushes those feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the moment with his own desires.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, noticing the pause of his writing and his gaze.
He blinks, realizing he's been caught staring. He quickly looks away, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Ah, nothing," he says, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.
"Just lost in thought for a moment."
You nod, going back to watching him work, putting your head on his shoulder with the close proximity.
He freezes for a moment, completely caught off guard by your sudden closeness. He can feel the warmth of your body against his, and the scent of your hair filling his senses.
He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.
You canât help but chuckle at his reaction.
He can feel your laughter vibrating through him, and it's a pleasant sensation.
"What's so funny, human?" he asks, playfully.
âNothing, you've justâŠ.been on that page for a while. You canât read can you? Tell me the truth.â You play around sarcastically.
He glances back down at the book, realizing that he's been staring at the same page for several minutes now, obviously at that.
He lets out a soft chuckle, embarrassed that he got so distracted by your presence once again, finding it to a troublesome, reoccurring issue.
"Ah, I guess I am a bit distracted," he admits, his gaze flickering back to you.
âNo no itâs okay, lots of people canât read you know. Donât be embarrassedâ, you continue with your nonsense joke.
You pretend to look around, your eyes going around left and right as he shakes his head.
He shuts the book, setting it aside and turning his full attention to you as he pushes it away.
He turns his body towards you.
"You're a distraction," he teases, poking your side gently.
âHey!â You exclaim, âyou invited me to sit hereâ, you digress, poking him back.
He chuckles and dips his finger in a small pool of ink, swiping it on your nose, making you backup a bit and give him more room for defense.
You gasp at the sudden cool touch of pigment- and run after him as he walks over quickly to the books nearby.
âThis is not fair at all!â You exclaim, watching him dodge your attacks with ease.
âThat seems like a personal issue, yes?â He says as he walks deeper into what seems like a maze of shelves.
As you get more and more competitive- you finally land a hit on him: a decently sized dab of ink landing on his cheek.
As it lands you run off- not wanting another hit of solvent somewhere on your face.
But of courseâŠto your disadvantage, you canât necessarily outrun a vampire.
Easily, he catches up to you- pinning you against the bookshelf. He stands over you, his body caging you in, as he holds up his finger- ready to mark you with another proof of failure.
"No escape now," he teases, his hand slowly and tauntingly smearing ink around your chin.
You roll your eyes and chuckle- the both of you breathless from the chase.
He can feel your small breathes mingle with his- noticing your chest pressed up against his.
He looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and suddenly the playful atmosphere shifts into something more intense.
He rubs your bottom lip- except you donât feel anymore ink rubbing into you, just the touch of his skin, his eyes glued to your supple lips as you look at his gaze.
âAlucardâŠ?â You whisper softly.
He doesnât look at you, eyes still glued to your flushed cheeks and the staggered breathe that escapes from your mouth.
âHm?â He responds, finally flickering his eyes up to look at you.
âYes dear?â
As your eyes lock, you feel a force that only pushes you to an immeasurable distance into him- and he responds immediately.
As if endless moments of pining finally meet its destiny- the kiss is tentative at first, a slow exploration of each other's mouths.
He takes his time, wanting to savor every moment of this, wanting to make sure that you're comfortable and enjoying it too.
Your arms wrap around each there- Alucards large frame pressing you into the bookcases behind you as his hands hold your sides- your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
He groans softly at your hands on him, your tongue meeting his in a heated dance. He's surprised by how easily you fall into rhythm with him, how well your bodies seem to fit together.
He revels in the sounds you're making, the way your body trembles against his. He descends his kisses to your cheek and then neck- feeling your pulse racing under his lips. He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, his fangs scraping gently against your skin as he moves down to your collarbone- the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin absolutely electric.
Your fingers grip slightly at his hair, running through them as he lavishes your shoulder with his sweet kisses.
Your body starts to arch into his touch. His hands on your sides tighten, holding you in place- his breath heavy as he starts to speak between kisses.
âStop meâŠplease, please stop me if you donât want thisâŠStop me, I wonât be able to stop myself.â He pleads, kissing up to your ear as his other hand snakes up to hold the side of your neck, pulling his face to look at you again, his aureate eyes piercing into yours.
You let out deep breathes from your nose, swallowing the lumps in your throat as your half lidded eyes meet his, nodding just enough to assure him before diving back into his lips.
He groans again at the feeling of your lips, his grip on your thighs tightening. He presses his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.
He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and to your neck once more. He can't resist the urge to mark you, his teeth meeting kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh.
âAlucard-â You interrupt.
He growls against your neck, his teeth almost sinking into your skin just enough to leave a mark
"Yes, my dear?" he murmurs, his voice low and yearnful.
âYouâŠ.can drink, if you want to.â You go on softly, seeing his eyes flicker with an immediate importance.
He lets out a shaky breath, his control hanging by a thread. He can feel his fangs lengthening, his body practically vibrating with need as he gulps.
"You shouldnât say such things to a dhampir," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your pulse point once more.
He can feel your heart racing, the scent of your blood is enough for him to go mad- the sound of your blood that pumps through your veins sounding like the perfect symphony.
"Last chance to change your mind, y/n.â He murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.
You shake your head, holding his chin and tangling your fingers in his hair.
âI want to feel itâŠfeel you.â
Your words cause his self-control to shatter. He can't hold back any longer, the need to taste your blood overpowering everything else, any sense of responsibility or moral compass gone- your declaration of want is all it takes.
He sinks his fangs into your neck, a deep moan rumbling in his chest as the taste of your blood hits his tongue. You feel the two long needles puncture your skin smoothly- the pain quickly subsiding as you feel his lips plant themselves on your skin and his breathe blows kisses over your skin over and over- his chest puffing out as he gets closer and more greedy.
You felt his hands clutching at your waist as if his fingerprints could weld onto your skin like iron.
The pain and pleasure mingled, creating a heady cocktail that clouded your senses.
The room spun around you, the world narrowing to the sensations of his fangs in your skin and the blood leaving you and nourishing him, his heart pounding in sync with your own.
You felt his hardened length, insistent, pressing against your thigh, a silent testament to the desire coursing through him while the taste of your blood intoxicates him- the taste like ambrosia, all while he can feel your body trembling against his, can hear the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips.
He can smell your arousal, the scent driving him wild with desire. He drinks deeply, his tongue lapping at the puncture wounds on your neck to encourage the flow of blood.
His grip on you almost bruising as he grinds against you-feeling himself losing control, his body acting on pure instinct as he takes what he needs from you, as if you were providing him with life force.
He finally pulls back, his fangs leaving your neck as he looks at you- your blood on his lips staining them as if he devoured a mound of cherries.
You smear the droplet across the corner of his lip- the red hue replacing what was once ink, pressing your lips onto his.
He moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.
He carries you over to the nearest surface, which just so happens to be the desk you were just at. He sets you down on it, his body pressing against yours as he continues to kiss you hungrily and messily.
He chuckles against your lips, enjoying the way you groan as he pushes the books off the desk to make space for you. He lifts your hips slightly, grinding his hardness against you through the layers of fabric between you- growling in approval as you open your legs for him, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he presses himself against you even more.
He nips at your collarbone, his lips trailing down to your chest as he begins to unbutton your shirt with deft fingers.
âMay I?â He asks before completing removing it at your confirmation.
He pushes your shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and leaving you exposed to him
"Gods, you're perfect," he murmurs, his hands moving to cup your breasts as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, your head tilting back as moans spills from your mouth- his tongue swirling around it before he gently nips at it with his teeth, the small remnants of your blood on his lips painting your chest in blotches.
His other hand moves to your other breast, his large hand almost completely covering it as he squeezes and kneads the soft flesh.
âFuck-â You groan, feeling his fingers tweaking at your sensitive buds while you feel him grinding even harder onto you his fingers trace patterns on your skin as he continues to worship your body.
Your fingers deftly unbutton his shirt, letting it fall open - his head perks back up to capture your lips once more.
Your hands trail down to his belt buckle.
He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your ear as he whispers
"Eager, are we?"
âCan you blame meâŠ?â
"No," he murmurs. "Because I want you to be. I want you desperate and needy for meâŠburn for me, like I burn for you.â He groans against your ear, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and gripping your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt.
âStay stillâ, he whispers, his voice much more playful now. âLet me check the rest of these wounds? Yes?â He mentions, slowly letting the tie of your skirt undo itself as he slides it down, humming in approval as you lift your hips for him.
His cold hands touch your bare skin and you almost flinch, but you welcome them.
âDraga meaâŠyouâre stunning.â He groans, looking down to appreciate your skin under the moonlight seeping from the overhand windows of the library.
You feel the light seeping into your skin and more noticeably his hands becoming more bold, more desperate, and daring. So are his kisses, descending down your neck to the valley of your breast, worshipping your skin as he kneels down to get on both knees while his face is met with your core- your cunt throbbing loud enough that his ears are sure to pick up on it.
He parts your thighs further, his hands gripping them tightly as he continues to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
He's close enough now that you can feel his hot breath on your aching core, but he's deliberately avoiding touching you where you need it most.
âAlucardâŠplease-â
He looks back up at you, cutting you off before you can beg.
âAdrian. I need you to call me that now.â He says, placing a kiss on your core through the fabric.
âOkay?â He adds, waiting for you to nod before he slips the fabric off and finally darts his tongue out to tease the sensitive skin just above your clit, smirking into your folds when he heard your breathe hitch.
He moves his tongue down slightly, tracing around your clit.
He can see how wet you are, your arousal dripping down, tasting it.
He starts to lap at your clit, his tongue swirling around it in tight circles before dipping down to tease your entrance as your moans spill out, hand tangles in the his hair, gripping his golden strands and making him groan into you, eyes darting up to meet yours- lost in the taste and scent of you, completely consumed by the desire to make you feel good.
You feel your hands gripping tighter, the heavy cinch in your abdomen ready to snap.
Minutes that felt like hours of him reverently pleasing you- you tremble and gasp.
He doubles down his efforts, his tongue and lips working even harder to push you over the edge. He can tell you're close, your body trembling and your breath coming in short gasps
âAdrian- Iâm-!â You whine, your legs loosening their clasps around his face as you cum on his tongue.
He groans loudly as you cum, his tongue eagerly lapping up every drop of your release. He doesn't stop, continuing to lick and suck at your sensitive flesh even as you ride out your orgasm.
He finally pulls back, his face wet with your juices as he looks up at you. âYouâre so beautiful when you cum. I want to make you do it over, and over.â He said, rising up to his feet- resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath
"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his voice filled with raw emotion, lips brushing on your ear.
âWhat do I do to you?â You reply, pulling your head back to look up at him.
He gazes back down at you, his heart clenching at the sight of your innocent eyes. His hand cups your face, fingers tracing your supple face.
âYou make me want things I never thought I could have. Things I donât deserve." He admits, almost like confessing a sin to you, leaning in to kiss you again, pressing his lips against yours in a tender caress.
âI almost want to keep you here. Just for myself- look at how selfish youâve made me, draga meaâ. He speaks, a smooth accent painting his last words as he pecks kisses to your jaw, chuckling deeply as he feels your hands unbuckling his belt and letting it fall.
Both of your hands frantically pull at eachother- the innocent chuckles and soft kisses between the seconds it takes for him to undress and spread you apart- ready to give you the attention you need.
He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He looks into your eyes, his expression filled with desire and possessiveness
"Are you ready for me, love?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Are you ready to feel me inside you?"
âYes- please, need more Adrian.â You plead.
He slowly pushes in, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate thrust.
He looks down at you, his eyes locked on your face as he watches your expression
"Relax for me, love," he murmurs, his hands stroking your thighs gently. "Let me in."
You nod, breathing in and out softly as he helps you and reassures you with soft words and gentle caresses.
âYouâre doing so well, keep going for me. BreatheâŠFuck- just like that.â
He can feel your body relaxing around him, allowing him to slide in further with each slow glide of his hips.
When he finally bottoms out, he feels your walls clenching down on him- making him bite down on his one lip til it bleeds.
The same blood hits your lips over and over on an tangle of kisses, his pace getting faster and more intense as he starts to lose himself inside you- his heart beating in sync with yours as he fucks you on the desk that starts to creak now.
âFuck- it's so...â You groan, your stomach pooling with the same feeling just moments ago.
"So what, love?" he asks, his voice rough. "Tell me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me everything.â
You whine softly- felling each thrust hammer into you even deeper as he urges you to speak.
âSo...fucking good...â You admit, wholeheartedly.
He shudders at your words, his cock twitching inside you. He nips at your ear, his breath hot against your skin
"My perfect little human," he groans, his hands roaming over your body- your walls tightening hearing him whisper to you.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he whispers again, his voice low and seductive. "Being told how perfect you are? Hm?â
You canât reply even if you wanted to- and you most urgently did. Only whines and moans escape your lips.
He chuckles, his smirk widening as he sees the effect his words have on you
"You're such a good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "So beautiful, so sweet. I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight."
âSo close- Adrian!â
He can feel your body trembling beneath him, your breathing ragged and uneven
âCome for me, darlingâ he whispers, his voice smooth and sickly sweetened. "I've got you. I'll take care of you. Just like Iâve been doing, yes?â
You look up at him once more- your big pleading eyes grasping for a piece of his soul to gaze into.
Looking down at you again, his eyes meet yours. He's momentarily struck by the vulnerability and trust in your gaze, and it almost brings him to his knees completely.
"God, I love you," he whispers, his voice raw with emotion- almost as if he had no time to think before he spoke, as if it would change anything.
Your heart thumps, unable to tear your gaze away.
âA-Adrian-â You moan out- his cock still pumping in and out of you and hitting every spot to make you cry out- ultimately making you spill all over him as you cum.
He lets out a shaky breathe feeling you release.
Heâs never said those words out to anyone before, never dared to hope that he would ever feel this way at all.
He buries his face in your neck, his movements becoming more desperate as he clings to you, still going even as youâve finished.
"Say it," he begs, his voice rough. "Please, say it. I need to hear it."
Your thighs twitch around his waist- overstimulated and sweaty, âlove youâŠAdrian-! I love youâŠâ You reply, clawing your nails at his back.
He groans into your neck, his own orgasm washing over him in a powerful wave.
"Oh, gods-" he gasps, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. He holds you tightly, his body shaking, licking at the wounds he planted on your neck from earlier, wanting to taste the crimson of your being, just a little more.
As the blood draws, each drop hitting his senses, he knows he is binded tightly to a world he cannot live in without your presence. His Affliction.
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