VAMPIRE ASHVEIL X MORTAL FEM READER
summary you start your period in the middle of the night and your husband cannot (or doesn't want to) control his urges.
content warning smut with with mild plot! established relationship, somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, tongue fucking, period blood, drinking blood, blood used as lube, overstimulation, p in v, temperature play, lots of petnames! tooth rotting fluff ending!!
an: VERY oc asveil!! and vampire anatomy too lol (i suck at dialogue and closing fics omg). banner art creds here.
ashveil held you in his arms, your back caged against his chest with his face buried between your shoulder and your neck, peacefully resting with you when the faintest smell of blood tore through his nose. his eyes snap open as chills ran up his spine.
the tip of his fingers started to tingle and his eyes began to bounce rapidly. he knew that smell all too well. only once a month could he bask in the most delectable of aromas, your menstrual blood.
to him, it was like a divine nectar poured by the aeons themselves, an intoxicating taste you could only compare to the finest of aged wines.
being a vampire turned many centuries ago, ashveil had basically tamed himself, preventing his beastly urges from taking over his mind whenever he smelled blood. but when it came to you he had a hard time holding back.
he untraps you from him and sits up on the bed, rolling you on your back. you looked so peaceful just laying there. ashveil smiles tenderly. he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest as he removes the covers off of you inch by inch.
part of him felt bad for what he was about to do because on one hand he's disturbing your sleep and unlike him your body needs rest in order to stay healthy, but on the other hand he couldn't ignore the the growing ach in his fangs.
ashveil's eyes quickly dart downward when he sees the corner of your shirt is lifted up and over the side of your hip, exposing your skin. you always wore one of his oversized shirts to bed with nothing underneath but your underwear. it made it easier for you to sleep, but the fact that it did only fueled his desire for you.
ahveil's teeth were imbued with a pheromone only he and other vampires could smell, so every time he bit into you it seeped through your bloodstream, marking you as claimed. wearing his clothes worked the same way. his scent had to be on you at all times.
he inches the covers lower until they reach your knees where your inner thighs were covered in medium size puncture marks. the skin there was raw and painted a dark shade of redish purple caused by him repeatedly sinking his fangs over the existing scars, never letting them fully heal.
his hand slowly slides up your leg and comes to a stop where your thighs meet. his fingertips hovered over the bruised skin and carefully dip between your legs. you stir in your sleep and he freezes. his eyes snap up to your face, making sure you're not in the process of waking up.
once you settle down, he starts moving again. his thumb traces random little shapes on your inner thigh while his other hand snakes itself under the hem of your shirt, inching higher until it reaches the underside of your breasts. he caresses the thin skin of your nipples with a feather-light touch, alternating between the two. he makes rapid circular motions around the perky bud eliciting a low sleepy hum for you.
your legs slightly open on their own and he adds more pressure on your nipples as he gently squeezes the fat of your thigh. you hum again, but this time louder. he watches as your hips buck up a little against him, your body lazily moving up and down on his knuckles clearly looking for some friction.
"begging without using words huh? tsk naughty little thing..."
he pushes his middle finger past the edge of your panties and starts moving it up and down through your silky wetness.
wet, slimy noises come from the confines of your undergarments as ashveil ever-so-slightly picks up his pace, the sounds bouncing off the walls in the dead of night.
"hmm already so wet for me.." he coos.
his fingertip enter you effortlessly, stopping halfway in and pulls away in a gentle back and forth motion. it's slow and teasing, but gentle. he watches as your sleeping face slightly contorts in pleasure.
"hmmm you like that, don't you?" little mewls escape your mouth as he pumps faster "yeah you do, sweet thing.."
he pumps a few more times before reluctantly removing his finger from your warmth. a soft hum of dissatisfaction bubbles in your throat at the lose of contact. he brings his slick coated finger up to his to his face and takes a sniff before slipping it past his lips.
his eyes twitch closed and a low groan rumbles deep in his chest as the sweet taste of your arousal hits his taste buds.
when he opens his eyes again, the pink of his irises is now a dark crimson. his pupils are dilated and his fangs have grown longer. his focus snaps back to your face with only one thing plaguing his mind, you.
ashveil slowly retracts his hand from underneath your shirt, his palm spreading a cold chill across your torso where it hovers over the skin. his lukewarm fingertips cancel out the icy feeling running through your veins, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they gently drag behind.
the mattress dips to one side as he gently crawls on top of you, careful not to touch any part of your body. he stares at you and his eyes drop to the two small perky dots imprinted through your shirt. you squirm beneath him from the frisky night air brushing against every bit of your exposed skin.
"forgive me my love, but i'll make you feel good i promise,"
ashveil lowers himself over you, his chest almost making contact with yours as he slowly descends the length of your body until his face is nuzzled between your legs. he hooks your right leg over his shoulder and gently holds onto your left thigh. even with the minimum amount of illumination coming in through the window, he can easily make out a large, wet stain in the center of your panties. he licks his lips and gently pushes them to the side, taking in the mess he coaxed out of you.
"aeons-" he curses under his breath.
thick, cherry red slick oozes from your core while your inner lips are coated in a rosy crimson color. the heavy smell of iron assault his nose when he removes the restraints off of your pussy. the rings of his eyes begin to glow in response.
ashveil licks once, then twice, and after a third time he cracks. every bit of sanity he had left, every bit of rationality he fought so hard to keep under control just evaporates. any trace of humane feelings he had was now gone. everything except for the knowledge that you, his wife, were human.
being his mortal mate came with extreme risks and consequences if he wasn't careful. your body was too weak to handle the real him, but ashveil always refused to turn you. he said he wanted you to live as a human not as a beast of the night.
being the predator he was, it's a given he fed off of thar vulnerability. but the danger that came with a minuscule miscalculation of strength could potentially break your bones or one drop of blood too much could make the difference between life and death. and he knew that, but still loved the thrill of it.
ashveil loved you too much to put you in harm's way, holding back just enough to where he could still have his fun while keeping you safe.
unable to resist any longer, he pushes his face deep into your painted pussy. his fingertips dig into the small puncture marks on your thigh so hard it wakes you up.
"ashv~hah wha-ah are you d-doi~"
you're barely awake and the lower half of your body is being ravaged by the man you gave your soul to. your head digs into the pillow while your back arches off the bed. a low growl, one that's almost inaudible within all the lewd slurping sounds follow as a strong hand comes up from below and pins you back down slowly.
ashveil's tongue swirls around your clit before he captures it with his lips, giving your bud gentle and rough sucks. you're panting and stuttering his name while the tip of his tongue teases your sopping hole.
he lets go of your sensitive bud with a low, creamy pop and slides his cool tongue through your folds, the tip briefly dipping inside you with every downward motion.
"f-ahh~uck!" you push yourself further onto his face.
"pl-please~" your knuckles turn white as you grip the sheets.
his lips encloses themselves over your quivering hole and the chilly tip of his tongue teasingly circles around the area where you need him the most.
he finally slips it in and you sigh in relief.
his tongue swiftly wriggles forward and back, up and down. you're cunt squeezes around it rapidly, no longer clenching around air. he watches your every reaction from below, bright red eyes focused solely on you.
ashveil closes his eyes as he laps at your walls and groans when your thick juices roll down his throat. he basks in the sweet yet tangy taste of your arousal mixed with a rich iron aroma. it's just so intoxicating.
the mild cold of his tongue is such a striking contrast to your warm insides that it send you over the edge without warning. your mind was also very much hazed with sleep which intensified everything you felt.
your left leg quickly closes around his head while your right leg bends upward as the muscles in your lower abdomen contract, pleasure flooding your body.
ashveil holds your shaking thigh up, keeping it open and digs the tip of his of his middle and ring finger into the deep purplish scars closest to your cunt. you scream out as pain shoots through you only for your cries to fade to continuous heavy breathing.
"pl-hahh~ don't-t AHH s~stahp"
tears well up in your eyes as your vision blurs. ashveil tongue fucks you through your orgasm, pushing it deeper into you as if trying to suck the blood out directly from your uterus.
but all good things eventually come to an end.
"a-ash-please s..stop it-hurts!"
you try to squirm away from him as your euphoric high fades. the brushing of his nose against your clit becomes painful. the hand that was perched atop your stomach digs into your flesh, preventing you to move.
every inch of him stills. his eyes snap open. bright red glowing rings lock onto you, a predatory look on his sculpted face. you've never seen your husband look like this before, it felt a little unnerving.
the only time he somewhat got like this was when you were menstruating, but even then his demeanor never looked this.. untamed.
you watch as his hand slowly travels down and disappears below you. the tip of his index and middle finger poke at your entrance just under where his unmoving tongue was still buried in.
"ashveil plea-" he growls at you, cutting you mid sentence.
both of ashveil's fingers slide into you with ease. you let out a small whimper when you feel him removes his tongue and replace it with a third finger. the stretch burned so good.
you hiss as your husband gives your pretty cunt light kisses and kitten licks. your hips buck when his tongue grazes your overstimulated clit.
the arm that snaked around your leg help you firmly in place, preventing you from backing away rom him.
your eyes roll to the back of your head when his fingers slowly starts moving up and down inside you once more.
"fu-ahh~" he smirks at your reaction.
you're letting out sharp breaths as he fucks your cum back into you in an agonizingly slow pace. creamy and sticky sounds echo in the silence. the more he pushes his fingers in, the louder the noises get.
that's it princess just like that.. he thinks.
your mind was too focused on the pressure in your lower stomach to think of anything else. you wanted nothing more than the knot in your core to burst.
amidst your new-found euphoria, you feel something sharp scrape against the your inner thigh. you quickly open your eyes and look down only to see your husband with his mouth slightly agape, pristine white fangs on full display while the lower half of his face covered in blood.
you look at him with unease in your eyes.
normally, you begged ashveil to bite into the softest part of your thigh, to bite over the existing scars. in a way, you were the reason why they never got to heal properly.
your husband's saliva was extremely coagulant, one lick of his tongue was enough to close up your wounds, but the tissues inside your skin didn't get to reconstruct themselves fully especially not when it was a repeated process.
you loved the pain. it made your orgasms more satisfiying and who was he to deny his beautiful wife the pleasure she seeked?
you could tell he loved it too with the way he waited for you to ask shyly. it was like a little puppy asking for treats, it was very cute, you giggled every time.
he would never do it without you asking first though nor would he ever drink from your thighs and neck. the blood flowing through your main arteries was too tasty, too rich that mixing pain to it would only make it sweeter.
it's also why ashveil always pierced through with the tip of his fangs, never letting his teeth linger in for too long.
sure he got to taste your blood during the initial tear or when he licked the wounds shut, but there wasn't any actual danger if his teeth were out.
but tonight, he did the exact opposite of what he normally did.
he positions his jaw around a chunk of fat from your thigh and swiftly bites down. you cry out as his pointy teeth sink further and further into the softest part of your leg, a little too far.
"ashveil! w-what are you d~doing!?" you stutter out.
ashveil's fangs disappear into your skin until his gums make contact. he pinches your bruised flesh with his lower teeth to stimulate blood flow.
your eyes widen in horror when you start to feel your blood being sucked out of you rapidly.
you sit up quickly, but before your hand can touch his head he gives a rough thrust of his wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. in your panicked state, you had completely forgotten his fingers were moving extra slow inside of you.
your hands fly behind your back and they press against the mattress, holding you up as his fingers drill your tight pussy open, fucking your juices back up into your body.
pressure grows in your lower stomach for the second time of the night. the fear you felt only seconds ago was now just a distant memory.
tasting how close your release was, he cranked up his speed, thrusting faster and deeper into you. your cunt squeezes around his fingers every time he curls them in a 'come here' motion.
your back arches and your eyes snap shut as the knot in your stomach violently rips, sending waves of pleasure through you. you're seeing stars. you never thought it was possible to ever cum this hard.
you feel yourself get light headed as the room starts to spin rapidly. your arms give out beneath you and you roughly fall back onto the bed as a bone-chilling cold envelops you.
bloodloss, that's what you were experiencing.
ashveil withdraws his fangs from your thigh when he feels your leg go limp in his grasp. blood oozed from the large marks he left on you as two long, crimson lines cascaded down your skin. he swiftly licks the wounds, closing them up before slowly rising to his feet.
the fingers that were previously buried in you come up to his mouth and slip past his lips.
"sweetheart your blood.." he hums "it tastes so good."
"ts' so sweet" he sucks your arousal that's dripping off of his fingers.
your gorgeous husband leans down over you, trapping your head between both of his forearms. he smiles tenderly as he places a small kiss to your lips.
his lips were drenched in cooling blood and some droplets had rolled down his neck, staining his shirt's collar.
"m' so sorry kitten" he nibbles on one side of your neck before trailing down feather-light kisses to the front of your throat.
"but i just.. couldn't resist."
the magenta rings were still red and glowing brightly, but the mean glimmer in his eyes was replaced with something more mischievous, but gentle nonetheles.
"yr' so pretty like this bunny.."
the tip of his middle finger ghosts over the major vein in your neck, feeling your anxiety riddled pulse.
he chuckles "you're scared, aren't you?"
truth is, you were terrified. your husband never acted this way. whether it was before, during, or after sex this demeanor was something unfamiliar, something you weren't acquinted with.
you knew how crazy it was to be a vampire's mate and knowing little to nothing about the way he lived, but as much as you begged ashveil to introduce you to his world, he always refused. he said it was to protect you that it was no place for mortals.
and you eventually stopped asking, accepting that you would never truly know the extent of his long life, not while you walked the realm of the living anyway. regardless, you trusted him fully. freely giving yourself to him like you would another human.
but you were suddenly thrown into a situation filled with unknowns without any warnings of what came next and were scared.
your breath catches in your throat when his clothed bulge rub against your overstimulated clit.
"i need you" his lips attaches themselves to your neck just under your ear "so mfh bad."
he inhales sharply as his hips roll faster.
ashveil lifts himself over you, placing his knees on either side of your chest. he pushes his hand under the waistband of his pants and unrestrains his cock.
it's so girthy and slightly curved to the side. your mouth waters as thick, cloudy pre leaks down from his reddened tip.
the pad of his thumb gently circles the small opening as the gooey substance coats his finger and drips down onto your exposed stomach. the slimy goo cool but oddly warm on your skin.
he starts stroking himself slowly. his dick twitches in his grasp every time he applies pressure around the base when sliding his blood covered palm upwards.
his hips buck up in his hand as he goes faster.
through blurred vision and rapid blinking, you watch with intent focus as your husband pathetically fists himself. a mirror image of the scene appears in your mind, forcing ashveil to watch too since he loved to pry through your head.
"ahh your n-not' exactly helping-mffgh-me sweetheart."
he backs up a bit and aligns himself with your core, swiftly thrusting forward until his dick was halfway inside your cunt, not letting your overcharged mind time to adjust.
you silently gasp as he stretches you apart.
"i-i can't~" you think before losing consciousness.
your head lolls to the side and your eyelids fall heavy over your eyes. the expression on your face softens while every single muscle in your body stops resisting.
his eyes drop down and watches as the rest of his cock slowly disappears inside your wet hole. it eagerly swallows him until his fat mushroom head kisses your cervix.
he curses under his breath and starts moving inside you. patches of thick foamy white and cherry red stick to him every time he thrusts backwards.
squish moan. squish grunt. squish moan.
he grabs onto your slack hips and rams his dick faster into you. your walls continuously squeezes around him each time he pulls you back down on his cock.
your legs lifelessly flap around his hips as he paints your inner thighs white.
ashveil's eyes are glued onto your chest. he watches how your tits bounce up and down under your shirt with every one of his erratic thrusts.
even in a state of absolute numbnes, little whimpers slip past your lips as he sloppily pounds in you.
ashveil chuckles through his nose.
"aah she loooves my cock, doesn't she kitten?"
he feels his dick twitch as your walls flutter around him. he could tell his release was close with the way his grip on your sides tightened, to the point where his nails dung into your skin and drew blood.
his breathing was becoming fast and heavy. ashveil pulls out halfway and rams his soaked cock back in deeper in an attempt to release the pressure building up in his lower abdomen.
the loud skin on skin sounds abruptly stop and are replaced by rugged moans and low groans. your husband's eyes roll to the back of his head as he spills deep inside your womb. you're gushing on him just a few seconds later.
a white ring with dark red spots forms at the base of his dick, both of your orgasms leaking out of you and onto his balls. ashveil starts lazily rocking his hips once more, riding out his high.
"mine. yur mine. all mine~hhh" he whispers possessively as his death grip loosens on your bruised hips.
vampires are loyal and possessive creatures by nature so what belongs to them ,belongs to them.
still breathing heavily, ashveil looks down at the jumble of thick juices between your legs and smiles.
you wake up a few hours later. the window was cracked open and a slight breeze was blowing through. you were all groggy and your body ached from everywhere, but your lower half hurt especially.
you were laying on your side with the heavy blankets neatly draped over you. a broad chest was pressed against your back and a large hand was softly placed on your stomach, caging you a protective embrace.
ashveil leans over you to grab some small, white tablets from the bedside table, popping two out of their packaging.
"take this, you'll feel better"
he places one between his teeth and turns your neck so you're looking up at him. he drops the tablet in your mouth while giving your lips a small kiss.
ashveil does the same thing with the second one. he takes the water bottle that was on the table and angles the straw so you can take a sip.
you gulp down the little capsules without knowing what they were.
"they're blood tablets. they stimulate the production of red blood cells" he cups your cheek "the next time you wake up, you'll feel like yourself again."
there's a splash of guilt in his eyes as he looks down at you.
"wha-what for?" you start saying out loud, but because of your weakened state, you think the rest of the question in your head.
"i hurt you and i scared you.." he lowers his gaze in shame.
the once red and glowing rings have now changed back to their warm magenta color. his pupils were also no longer dilated and reflecting lust. instead, it was replaced with worry.
you shakily bring your hand up to his face and gently guides his gaze back towards yours.
"no.." he shakes his head "but i could have!"
you smile and slowly shake your head "im still here though."
ashveil rubs the side your hips where his nails had pierced rough wounds on your skin.
"...no.." he responds shyly.
you lovingly stroke his cheek with you thumb.
"did you enjoy yourself?"
your question takes him off guard and for a second his eyes go wide before a rosy blush creeps up his face.
"y-yes.." he whispers out, looking away from you.
his focus snaps back to you in complete shock. the bashful expression that decorated his facial features was gone in an instant, leaving you giggling in response.
"don't get any funny ideas though!" you were back to cummicating with your thoughts.
"as amazing as the sex was, once every so often is enough!" ashveil chuckles.
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