Interview 5: Akasha Is Cumming
Intro: As Lestat and the intern delve into their deepest feelings, an ominous presence is felt cutting the silence short by the chilling truth that Akasha’s return is imminent. Threatening to shatter everything they thought they knew.
pairing: Lestat x Reader & Akasha x Reader
subjects: Akasha, Lestat de lioncourt
Warn!ngs: MDNI! Dom Akasha, Soft Dom Lestat, making out, violence, questionable cnc/nc sex, Cunnilingus, fingering
Lestat’s fingers traced slow circles along the back of my neck, the soft warmth. Lingering kiss to my lips so slow and sweet. My breath hitched as his face buried into my neck licking and nipping at the soft skin there. As the air brushed gently past us, the pecks against my collarbone had me shivering slightly.
The air between them was thick with unspoken emotions of longing and vulnerability. Desperate need for connection was a fatal flaw both of them had but it drew them closer to each other. Things unsaid would be felt through erotic action.
Two hearts beating in quiet harmony, each craving the warmth of genuine closeness. More intertwined than they could ever understand, more relatable in their desire for love than they’d ever admit aloud.
Lestat swooping in to rescue me felt like magic, but something about him was off as we were flying back to my home. As I looked up at him he looked so distant and distracted; Until his eyes flickered down at me, he joked,
“Low altitude for you? Don't puke on my coat” trying to lighten the mood from the last flight's chaos. I laugh and continue to watch the sky drift by as we fly under the clouds.
Noticing Lestat's unfocused state as his grip falters slightly. He's too stuck reminiscing about the scene with Gabrielle, his mother. Before Lestat came to get her Lestat was having an argument with his mom:
“You cannot claim I handled Claudia’s death the way my father would-” He felt genuine vexation.
“Without remorse, it's fine.” She blurted and continued on,
“Soon, Louis will come to despise you - just as Nicki did and like everyone else does.” Gabrielle acted as if she was a mother worried for her son's inevitable future.
Lestat’s heart broke a little but he kept it in as his face fell from sorrow into neutrality. Bringing back his resting bitch face he let her get one last sentence out before leaving.
“But I am the only one who truly understands and loves you, because I see what they refuse to see.” Gabrielle adds on, as she goes up to him to hold one cheek with her hand.
Lestat almost melts into it but he silently retreats and flies away to the intern. Having almost hurt himself from his bad flying due to tears swelling up in his eyes. Lestat brushed it off, claiming it's due to the wind.
Then it happens as a wave of guilt slams into him from Claudia to Nicki to Louis all flashing in his mind. His focus wavers as his emotions make him sloppy. One second they’re gliding through the night sky, the next they drop sharply. I gasp and cling onto him instinctively.
Claudia, her pained expression during the execution he orchestrated had haunted him.
Nicki, his first heartbreak was mentally draining seeing his flesh burn.
Louis hadn't died yet but he thought of when he’d see him go.
“Was my mother right…?” Lestat’s voice wavered, rather unusually vulnerable for him. Everyone around Lestat usually ends up horribly dying but was it his fault? No. Maybe. Lestat’s confession spills out in fragments.
Lestat’s grip tightens almost protectively around me like he's scared of breaking me. Like he might lose me, another person who’ll eventually see him as unlovable. He doesn’t realize his nails are digging into my skin till he pricks me with his nails, making me wince.
“I don’t like your mom” an empath taking on Lestats pain had me really wanting to say fuck his mom, but his side eye told me everything.
“We should have dinner” he deflects, flipping moods quickly like the conversation was going sour when I mentioned my distaste for his sweet spot.
His mansion loomed closer now, the grand estate coming into view as we descended towards it. Inside was polished marble floors and gilded furniture that felt like a still life of the 18th century. Lestat moved through the mansion, unaware of the silent predator lurking just beyond his perception.
“Woah this is your family home, it's so antique, what are we going to eat?” I say following him into the dining hall.
Lestat pauses, “Blood?”, saying it with an obvious question but he can’t remember where he put the personal stash. “It was stored in this cellar” that stood empty as hell.
He thought about feeding on someone but the intern was just recently turned. Before Lestat could call for a mild glass of O-negative his senses prickled with an instinct he couldn’t quite place. Till it clicked, “Akasha”, the name alone sent a jolt through him. He grabbed the intern's wrist pulling them further into the mansion, making them hide in a closet.
“Stay quiet.” He hissed for the first time…dead serious. Closing his eyes, tuning into his heightened senses to prepare himself. It terrified me as all we could both think was
As soon as Lestat opened his eyes the doors of the mansion burst open off their hinges with a deafening roar. Standing poised was Akasha, the embodiment of divine horror. I slightly opened the door watching. Akasha had eyes of voids that could slaughter and her presence alone seemed to make the air go still.
The room itself seemed to bow around her as candles flickered and paintings trembled on walls. Having no idea who this is, my heart was pounding so loud I feared Akasha could hear it over the silence.
Lestat doesn’t move an inch. To him this is an omen walking into his home uninvited.
She stepped forward, raising her hand unleashing a wave of dark pulsating energy. Lestat’s form stiffened, his face contorting in helplessness as an invisible force gripped his mind. He sank to his knees, eyes vacant, unable to resist her telepathic domination.
It’s not an attack.. Just a demonstration. A reminder she could reduce him to nothing with a single thought.
I darted forward out of the closet, rushing over to help desperately. Akasha’s gaze snapped to me and she flickered her finger causing me to crash into the closet breaking the wood. Even as a vampire the pain surged through me. I turned to Lestat looking at him for help with a look of fragility.
Akasha notices Lestat's instincts screaming to lunge forward to shield the intern. His expression twists into a mix of fury and terror helpless to Akasha’s every willpower. Lestat’s own mind becomes a battle ground flashing back to Claudia’s pained expression from the day she died then back to the present.
“Did you think you could save him? You’re nothing but a plaything now.” She used her hand, puppet tearing me, as my body aligned with the movement of her finger. A surreal feeling of both lightness and a wash of fear at the sheer power of the being before me.
Akasha's eyes flickered with dark amusement back to Lestat, “You are a vessel,” she continued with a tone laced with deadly intent.
“A means to an end. I will use you, your music, your influence to reshape this world. Vampires and Humans will bow before the new order I will impose. And you, Lestat, will serve as my instrument.”
The air grew heavy as her face seemed deadpan on Lestat. He looked petrified by her confession and I couldn’t fathom the gravity of her words. No one could.
She whipped her head in my direction, her demeanor shifted into something strangely fascinating. Was it me or was she making me feel this way?
Akasha took me, luring me off my feet towards her and assessed me like an object. I felt this weird sensation overtake me feeling arousal like a rutting wolf. The heat spread from my core outward through my whole body.
Akasha puts me down, eyes narrowing as she studies my face. Her fangs grow from the smell of my stimulating lust. A low hum vibrates in her chest, a mix of curiosity with rising hunger.
Suddenly she leans in close and presses her thumb against my bottom lip. Like a predator catching scent of prey already submitting itself she asks;
“You’re not scared..?” My pupils dilate and I drop to my knees. Something primal snaps inside Akasha, she seems pleased by the pure unbroken submission. One hand grips my jaw firmly, roughly but then she kisses me. Not gentle but deep like she's marking her territory claiming the intern.
The second our lips part I lean forward, clearly intending to go down on her. Akasha tilts her head a bit shocked at the turn of events. No one has ever dared touch her like this, not without permission or fear of punishment. Yet here you are a tiny fledgling with bold promises…trying to worship her Yoni.
Akasha doesn’t speak but her eyes tell her thoughts; ‘One chance’ was all I had. My lips parted softly, going to the skin beneath the surface. My tongue flicked out, tasting her slick fold as I was eager with anticipation. While having my fingertips tracing delicate patterns along Akasha's curves. I felt so delicate with my fluttering movements
The feather light touch wasn’t enough for Akasha, her eyes flashed with impatience as she urgently took the intern, grasping them firmly under her touch. Awakening a deep shiver in the intern as Akasha takes their thighs and parts them.
With a soft growl she presses into my sensitive area, holding me as I face Lestat. She works me till I’m a moaning mess in front of him, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Akasha the whole time watches Lestat’s face; How mixtures of jealousy, arousal, or helplessness arise with different reactions to each sound from the intern.
As the intern gets closer to their climax, Akasha’s annoyance comes back. She tears through the intern's orgasm. Making their legs shake and their whimpers loud. Her reckless frantic movement sends shocks of pleasure rapidly causing the interns to overstimulate. Akasha watches Lestat's reaction to this.
Lestat’ eyes widened, a shiver running down his spine as he watched the intern's body convulse beneath Akasha. His breath hitched and a flicker of something darker in his gaze was admired by Akasha. He was torn between wanting to pull the intern away and the undeniable pull of Akasha’s raw force.
Akasha’s eyes lingered as a slow predatory smile curled on her lips, and in that moment Lestat realized; She wasn’t just using her power on the intern but demonstrating her dominion over everything, including him.
Her desire to shape Lestat into her ideal vessel started with this… Akasha wants a partner and a tool to aid in her conquest.
The intern convulsed on the floor, discarded as Akasha came face to face with lestat inches away from his face. Before she disappeared she had one last speech that bellowed through Lestat ears like a church bell.
“When I return… it will be when you are at your lowest. When you think all has failed, I’ll leave you now. Weak.”
.⋆♱ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ END LOG
