I wish you a good day. Can you write Alucard with a s/o who likes to bite him (gently, it's hardly a bite) at the neck and it's something very private and a sensitive part of himself . He really likes it too, but keeps it between them.
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kinktober: biting
Teeth at his throat.
Sharp. Enticing. Dangerous.
Alucard’s pulse quickened as he felt the graze of canines at his skin. The feel of it anchored beneath their teeth. His life blood just there under his thin flesh.
The hesitation is enough to make Alucard ache. The agony and ecstasy of that final snap just hanging there in the balance. But he dare not ask.
Finally, their bite lands. Soft and careful, but still sharp. Alucard flinched at the sudden rush of pain but then relaxed as the pleasure came over him. A small bite. Not even a feeding one. Just a little nip for play as they liked to bite him, and conveniently enough Alucard liked to be bitten.
At least now. At least by them.
His partner pulled back with a mischievous grin. Those bright pearls that had been just his throat now glinting at him in the candlelight. “You minx.” Alucard snapped at them. Faux irritation. Playful as well.
His hand reached out to grab them by the back of the neck and pin them to the bed behind him. His long hair making a curtain around their face to make their moment that much more private. “My turn then?” He asked, but was already moving in to his quarry.
Bouncing on TREVOR's dick while his big hands palm your tits is a religious experience. God made his hands just the right size to hold your tits perfectly. I bet he's not super gentle about it, he's probably a little rough tweaking your nipples and shit. He's tossing you backhanded praises through gritted teeth, head pressed deep into his pillows. He's not a quiet man either, he's grunting and giving you open mouthed moans.
Your hips sore, knees planted on either side of his waist. He's fucking your pussy swollen and sloppy. Trevor is in awe at how wet you are for him. You call him rude and stupid every day, but who's stupid now, huh? All cock drunk and wanton. He's got this glimmer and sparkle in his eye when you throw your head back, completely unabashed. The whole inn can hear you, sounding like a whore... but you're not. You're his and that's a fact that's almost better than the sex.
He'll fuck a load into you and then you'll cum and after you're gunna be curled up against his chest. All flushed and giggly and just... happy. Happy with him, happy with this life he's barely given you. He'll ask himself what he's doing and all he can think is I don't care.
Summary: You decide to follow Alucard one night after noticing he's been acting strange.
(The reader is 18+ and gender-neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably Black/POC.)
There he goes again, you thought, tiptoeing as quietly as you could towards the hallway. You weren’t sure if Alucard could hear you creeping after him or if he just didn’t care, but either way you continued, wanting to figure out where his destination was.
For the past few weeks, he had been acting strange. His usual quiet but pleasant demeanor had been dampened by something. His smiles weren’t as wide anymore, he started to want more alone time, and this new behavior that he’s developed this week was truly strange. Late at night, he’s been sneaking out of the bedroom, under the impression that you’re sleeping, and disappearing for hours.
Huh? Where are we? You wondered, looking at the walls of the new corridor that he’s gone down. Following him, you became more confused as you didn’t recognize any familiarity of the hallway.
Finally he stopped at a door to his left, and pulled out a set of keys, picking the right one. He put the key in the hole, but hesitated for a moment, almost looking frustratedly at the door, then finally turned it. Watching quietly from around a corner, you watched and waited as he entered the room, leaving the door open behind him. Even as he entered the room, the look of frustration and pain was evident on his face, and you worried about what it was exactly that was hurting him so much.
When you noticed that he didn’t come out after a minute, you began tiptoeing again toward the room and when you didn’t hear any sign of him leaving or moving, you slowly stepped inside. The room was partially dark, but enough light was provided by a nearby candle that he lit sitting on a table. Using the light, you spotted him standing silently in front of a wall and you were gonna ask what was wrong until you spotted it. He was looking up at a large, antique framed painting of his mother. You had seen paintings and drawings of her before (assuming Dracula did them himself or had someone do it), but never this one. Like the others, she was beautiful and regal looking and the longer you looked at her, your past comments about Alucard heavily resembling his mother were proven even more correct.
“Why’re you up, darling?” He asked, not turning around. There was tiredness in his voice, but he didn’t bother sitting down or leaning against anything and chose to still stand.
“Why am I up? Why’re you up? And why have you been sneaking off?” You asked, stepping further into the room.
“Her birthday was today.”
There was nothing said after that. Immediately you felt your heart breaking for him. He misses her.
“Why didn’t you tell me anything? We could’ve done-”
“It's been years and I thought I was fine, but I miss her. Like a child, I miss my mother.”
You immediately walked to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing yourself against him. You knew it probably wasn’t bringing him any safe, warm feelings, but you still did it.
“It's okay,” you told him, pressing a kiss against his clothed back. “Missing your mom is normal, Alucard. Lisa would probably love that you remember her birthday after all these years. We’ll do something for her tomorrow. Okay?”
He didn’t say anything, only nodded his head, and you were going to ask another question when you heard a light sniffle come from him, and chose to stay silent.
That night, you both spent most of it in that room; Alucard remembering his mother, and you bringing him comfort. You thought of many different things to do with Alucard for his mother, but you chose to stay silent and let him remember her in silence.
{ A/N } : not proofread, constructive criticism welcome! also not to brag but i took 2 who's your castlevania boyfriend quizzes and i got alucard both times (/j). cw for nsfw content | minors dni
✦ is incredibly humble but actually fucking LOVES it when you compliment him and will internalize it for days
✦ when he gets a crush on you he's the only one who doesn't know he has a crush on you. like its so obvious bro 😭
✦ well, sort of obvious. he considers adjusting each other's clothes or brushing sides while sitting next to each other as being forward so take that as you will
✦ which he does both and more! he shows love through small, quiet signs of affection. he's very tender at his core.
✦ can get really affectionate once he gets comfortable. he likes sliding up beside you on benches or in bed, resting his nose in your hair and observing whatever you've got your hands on.
✦ cherishes the days where you fall asleep together, even though that's sort of rare considering his routine. other times he just watches you sleep ("like a weirdo" you said) but he thinks its kind of therapeutic edward core
✦ READ WHATEVER YOU'RE READING OUT LOUD TO HIM. he'd listen for hours if you'd let him.
✦ feels comforted by you; chances are you're perceptive and have a strong sense of morality that he admires. especially if you're a bleeding heart for those in need
✦ you've been through a lot, but you haven't let it wear you down. you wear your heart on your sleeve as an act of resistance, not surrender
✦ he's secretly very sentimental. he keeps things that you make for him, presses flowers you've gotten for him, hidden between pages on bookshelves and tucking away drawings in drawers reserved for keepsakes
✦ not that he's really hiding it from you, but he just doesn't want to change your habits so he doesn't say anything LOL
✦ enjoys learning new things with you or otherwise sharing wonders; he's the descendant of two intellectuals so it's expected he's one too
✦ generally can be very adventurous, which isn't something you'd expect when you'd just met him
✦ he's reserved in his affections as reflective of his upbringing, but make no mistake; he will make it known when he wants you. grazing your shoulders with the sharp edge of his nails, raising the hair on the back of your neck
✦ he explores you with wholehearted attention, barely blinking those gorgeous gold eyes as the shadows around your bare skin dance in candlelight
✦ he touches and examines every detail, committing every imperfection and unique feature to memory as if trying to immortalize it. it's impossible to not feel bare with him; no matter if you were clothed or not
✦ now for trauma reasons there's some stuff he's gonna be a little on the fence about (like i don't think he'd agree to getting tied down for a long time after that) but generally he'll try a lot of stuff with his own suggestions thrown in
✦ usually though, if you have no requests, its comparatively more tame and passion oriented. he can be a bit of a wildcard if he thinks of something interesting but generally he prefers to see your face
✦ every reaction is encouraged to be expressed freely, whether it be you beneath him in missionary or through the reflection in a mirror
✦ there's nothing he likes more than watching the attention he so generously gives you break down your shame until you're hanging on his presence like a lifeline, desperate for any movement or sensation from him
✦ additionally i think he's big on eye contact and technique, and will test out different types of movement to best suit you and what works for you. he will use his abilities to catch onto your weak spots and exploit them, yes.
✦ he likes to see how you react to different sensations. i imagine he'd probably have complicated feelings with using his fangs or nails to harm you, but if that complex could somehow be resolved i think he'd LOVE marking you up in places that he know the mark will peak out
✦ SECRETLY loves a challenge. it kind of get him going when you give him an attitude to deal with, catching onto the game quickly and feeding into the adrenaline rush it gives
✦ sparring is foreplay. i will not elaborate.
✦ anyway, regardless of these endeavors they almost always end in long hours just spooning you afterwards, laying awake after you've passed out buried there in blissful silence
Author Note : hii everyone I haven’t written anything in about a year so I’m definitely a bit rusty, this takes place about 5 years after Lisa’s passing. Vlad is definitely a bit ooc and some things maybe be far fetched but I hope you enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated
Trigger Warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of blood, betrayal, Vlad and reader have slight argument but a guarantee happy ever after. Self doubt ( I do believe that is everything, if anything else lmk. )
In the dimly lit room, you watched him with concern as he sat in a corner, his eyes fixed on the darkness outside the window. Vlad was a vampire, cursed with a thirst for blood that he struggled to control. Years ago he never thought much about drinking blood, but this coming year its all he could think about. You knew that he would never drink blood from you, no matter how much you insisted. He feared losing control and hurting you,even in the depths of his own hunger.
For a while, he refused to feed off anything - not animals, not humans. His refusal to nourish himself left him weak and on the brink of collapse, but he remained stubborn in his decision to protect you from his vampiric urges.
You couldn't bear to see him suffer this way. You pleaded with him, confronted him, begged him to help himself. But he wouldn't hear about it. He was determined to remain steadfast in his resolve, no matter the cost. It was evident why he had given up drinking blood – the pain of losing his first love, the ache of her absence lingered even five years later.
He professed his love for you and assured he had moved on, but there are moments when doubt creeps in. Yet, amidst it all, his affection shines through in the gentleness of his touches, the coolness of his kisses, and the sincerity of his actions. In those moments, you can sense the depth of his love, reassuring you of your place in his heart, even as traces of his past love story still twine with his present.
With a gentle hush in your steps, you approached his chair, almost certain that he sensed your presence long before you made a sound. As you softly spoke his name, "Vlad honey? Are you coming to bed soon?" You knew well that sleep eluded him, but the comforting routine of bedding down together drew you close. The anticipation of your impending wedding day hung sweetly in the air, echoed by the delicate glint of the engagement ring he meticulously fashioned with you in mind. You put your hand on his shoulder for comfort and waited for his response.
As the clock struck midnight, Vlad's silhouette was still illuminated by the glow of the fireplace. Concerned, you tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, not before noting the tired lines etched on his face. "You shouldn't be up this late, dear. You know how cranky you are in the morning, and we have a big day ahead of us," . Vlad responded, usually attentive to your words, replied airily, dismissing your concern.
"You didn't answer the question, Vlad," you mumbled, puzzled by his behavior. The air in the room felt heavy with unspoken words, and Vlad's distant gaze made you uneasy. Suddenly, he stood up, his imposing height towering over you, and guided you out of his study. "I'll come to bed later," he reassured you, his voice carrying a weight you couldn't quite place.
As he bid you goodnight, his parting words lingered in the silence of the hallway. "Please get some rest. I'll see you in a bit." His cryptic promise sent shivers down your spine, leaving you to wonder what secrets hid behind the facade of his usual composed demeanor. With a heavy heart, you retired to bed, the mystery of Vlad's late-night pursuits weighing on your mind like an unshakeable shadow.
As you climbed back into bed with your emotions swirling in your head like a whirlwind, you consciously tried to push aside the questions about why he had acted the way he did. Deep down, you had theories but your understanding of vampires was limited, especially when it came to someone like him. He was no ordinary vampire, he was the king of vampires, he was Dracula. The way he defied common vampire traits by not burning in sunlight and surviving without the need for blood for five whole years, as today marked the anniversary, left you perplexed of to why he wouldn't let you help him. Why he just wouldn't indulge himself and drink blood. It didn't even have to be from you. You were worried for him.
'were you not enough to help him, what was wrong with him?'
You were deep in thought, replaying the recent events in your mind when Vlad's voice jolted you back to reality.
"You know I can hear your thoughts, right darling." His voice was soft, almost teasing. You turned to see him standing there, his piercing gaze locked on you.
You tried to mask your surprise but failed as Vlad cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted a spot beside him, silently urging you to join him.
Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you obliged and sat down, keeping your eyes fixed on him.
"Please, allow me to explain my behavior these past couple of hours," Vlad said, his tone sincere. "I know I may have seemed distant, but it's not because of you. It's something that has been weighing on me for some time now."
you grabbed his cold hand and gave him a gentle squeeze, he squeezed your hand in return drew in a breath of air and began explaining himself.
"As you are aware of what I am and the things I've done. I'm not a good person, and I want you to know your family, village, and friends will turn against you for marrying me," he stated, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and defiance.
the air was thick with tension as the words echoed between the bedroom walls. His confession hung heavy in the air like a shadow, ominous and foreboding. His crimson gaze bore into your soul, a silent plea mingled with a threat.
But his revelation barely made a ripple in the depths of your heart.You reached out and gently clasped his hand, a silent reassurance that you were not afraid.
"Okay, but what's really bothering you?" you asked, your voice soft and filled with genuine concern as you met his gaze, drawn like a moth to a flame to his dark red eyes that held a myriad of unspoken emotions within their depths.
A moment of silence passed between you, the only sound the whispering of the wind through the branches above. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke the words that held the weight of a promise and a warning.
"If you want to be mine, I will turn you. I won't make the same mistake twice."
His words hung in the air like a dark omen, a choice laid bare before you. To embrace a life of darkness and uncertainty by his side, or to turn away and live a life without him, untouched by the shadows that clung to him like a second skin.
But as you looked into his eyes, you saw not a monster, but a man burdened by his past, a man capable of love despite the darkness that threatened to consume him. And in that moment, you made your choice, sealing your fate and intertwining your destiny with his in a bond that transcended the boundaries of the mortal world.
"Okay, Vlad, you can turn me." His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine, a potent mix of excitement and fear swirling through her mind.
"Tomorrow then, after our wedding," Vlad declared, his voice low and velvety. You could feel the power emanating from him, a dark magnetism that drew you in like a moth to a flame. And despite your apprehension, you nodded, a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.
Hector: "And I just don't understand why necromancers ignore the basic harvesting properties outlined in Dante's manual, I mean, the soul exchange rate is right there!"
Hector's S/O: "Ah-huh."
Hector: "Physical components are interchangeable, but spiritual ones are much more volatile..."
Hector's S/O: "Ah-huh."
Hector: "The intricacies of magic cannot be boiled down to a simplified science...It's the basic reason why Forgemasters and Necromancers will never get along."
Hector's S/O: "Ah-huh."
Hector: "You agree with me, right?"
Hector's S/O, Who Has A Vague Clue as to What Hector is Talking About: "Absolutely."
Synopsis: You asked Alucard for a favour. Now you have to be careful what you wished for. "To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster" - Vampire Hunter D
TW: Dark fantasy, horror & gore elements, blood, SMUT (Alucard is feral in this one) Explicit 🔞 I Words: 3.5k
Also to @skychaser777 hope you can sleep after this 😉
The hollow stone walls echoed my shaky breaths, caving them in, the thumping of my heart violent in my ears. My skin was pricked with goosebumps, foreboding dire dwellings.
“Adrian, what’s wrong?” Absurd question, considering everything was inherently far from right.
There had only been one instance where I felt unsafe with him.
Located in the underbelly of Wallachia was a forgotten catacomb, a labyrinth where the dead and undead alike convened. I had been extracting bile from slaughtered night creatures, told to render powerful salves when mixed with mint, myrrh and…other herbs.
Body sticky with sweat and hands grimy from reaching into revolting guts, I was almost to my fifth vial when a guttural growl stopped me dead in my tracks.
From the marrows of a tunnel, a numbing cold, laced with strangled gnawing, reverberated through the passageways.
Every fibre of my being told me to run, alas I had all but the impudence of a child. Unsheathing my iron dagger, ensorcelled to wound even the most vile, I treaded warily towards my impending doom.
The sight that awaited me was sickening. Crouched over bodies upon bodies of night creatures was a pallid, mangled man? His face was buried in their carcasses, marring at their flesh, lapping at their blood.
Before I could take another breath, the man turned, face smeared with ravaged viscera and foul, curdled blood. He had hair like the purest wisps of wheat and eyes like dark, desecrated graves.
I choked back a gasp.
“You foolish, foolish girl. You are not prepared for the evil that lurks here, feeds here..” his bellow was deafening, diabolical. Blood spilled from his fangs, splaying his torso tainted with innards and rotten flesh.
“Wh..who are…you?” I paced backwards as he stalked towards me.
“You don’t know who I am? Most fascinating…” he offered a smile so sinister, as if he had stumbled upon the most naive of fools he was soon to devour.
“I am the sun…rain…the darkness. I am sin made flesh and I am whom you should most fear. I am Alucard, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”
A loud “smash” rattled through the room as I retreated into our wooden dresser, knocking over a prized hourglass Alucard so often used to practise his script. The pair of glowering molten eyes trailed me — never blinking, burning caverns into my soul.
I shifted my gaze downwards to avoid stepping into glass, but that was regrettably the least of my worries. Lifting my stare, those eyes were gone — quick as spectres passing through dimensions.
Our chamber fell into a boundless black, and my human sight could not adjust acutely enough to the darkness. I flailed my arms about willing to grasp onto anything that could give me some bearing. Anxiety crept through me like poison ivy ensnaring a forsaken home.
“Adrian? Stop this please! This isn’t funny.” The volatile rhythm of my heart suddenly became too loud, too unbearable.
No amount of breaths could repress my violent trembling. A faint flicker from the corner caught my eye — Alucard’s heirloom sword. If his magical estoc was there…he is still in the room with me.
The hairs on my arms shot up, little by little.
Out of nowhere, forceful, ice cold hands prised around my throat, yanking me out of my state of terror. From behind, Alucard, voice grave like a thousand infernal souls, growled into my ear,
“Do you understand the gravity of what you’re asking?”
Whether it was fear or the vice-like grip around my neck, I couldn’t speak.
“Answer me.”
He clamped tighter.
”Ye…yesss,” I wasn’t telling a lie.
“Then let’s finish what we started, shall we?”
One minute I was in Alucard’s death grip, the next I was shoved, hard, into the stone wall, my face chafing against the abrasive mortar. I winced at the pain.
“You’re hurting me, Adrian!”
Behind, he tightened his grip on my wrists, binding them into the small of my back.
“Am I? Ohh…but you like danger, don’t you?...His other hand reached down to unfasten his pants, his erect cock sliding out… “You are drawn to the darkness, just as I am.”
He trailed the words up and down my neck, pausing ever so subtly to savour the scent of blood in my veins.
A small bead of sweat started trickling down my face…no, no, it was blood — from my collision with the wall.
Alucard went eerily still again. I felt a shift in his countenance, like a malevolent cloud obliterating sunshine.
He was hungry.
With one knee, he forced my legs apart and hauled my nightdress up, my backside fully exposed. I could feel the tip of his length against my rear — throbbing, impatient. He snaked his hands all over my naked body, grabbing at my breasts, digging into my thighs.
The scent of my blood set his every carnal need aflame.
Adrian had always been prudent — he would excuse himself at the slightest scent of my exposed blood, isolating himself in the castle dungeons for hours, as if he deserved it. Deserved to be punished for his beastly urges, deserved to be condemned for being born a monster.
Every blood-month I had would send him away for days — “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve seen what I become when I feed… I’ll just be hunting, it’d be just a few days, and your cycle would end when I’m back,” he would say with a smile. A sad smile.
And I was utterly tired and heartbroken that my Adrian, so kind and full of love, would admonish himself, rip his spirit to shreds, for a fate that had been unfairly handed to him. I was going to end this, tonight.
Alucard nuzzled his face into my hair, taking in all my smells, heaving. His body was unyielding against mine — elegant marble against bewitching velvet. I could hear his vampiric heartbeat ringing in his ears, drowning out all sense of reason. He was an animal in heat.
“You know I cannot control myself around you. And you know what your blood does to me… Do you know how long I haven’t fed?”
His writhing cock was brandishing my cunt, starving for my hole.
“Do you know I think about what it’s like to have your blood in my veins? How much I want it, need it, desire it.
How much I want my blood in you. And you ask this of me, tonight, when I’m sitting at the precipice of hunger and lust…”
There was a sharp intake of breath.
“Hmmm you don’t know what’s coming for you. Once I do this there’s no turning back.
Do you know how long I’ve been holding out for you? To be better for you. And now you ask this of me…”
At that he yanked at my hair, forcing my head to fall back. The red trace on my cheeks bowed complete to his mercy.
Staring defiantly into his eyes, I said, “Do it, Adrian. I want you to.”
Danger, danger.
A devious smile tugged at his lips. Alucard skimmed my neck with his mouth, bruising it with reckless kisses and parlous nips. He moved precariously to suck at the aquamarine veins running down my breasts, licking slow circles about my nipples. He was a wolf dallying with his food.
A true vampire, hedonistic even in the slightest of pursuits, moving inevitably to the blood trail. He had waited so long for this.
Alucard pushed his lips delicately into my face, afraid of spilling even the smallest of drops. My blood was a sacred river, a bath of worship he would praise forever. Shaking, he ravened the scarlet off my face, sucking at the open cut, willing for more.
He was a mixture of muffled moans and enthralled ecstacy.
It was exhaultant. I adored being able to give Adrian what he most craved.
Drinking in more than necessary, the whites of his eyes were no longer — entire sockets now overtaken with crepuscular crypts darker than the blood moon that hung outside.
Alucard’s cock twitched beneath me, length growing harder and bigger by the second. Grunting, he pumped his sex and slid it against me. I was light-headed with anticipation, but he had merely fondled my folds, prodding at my entrance, testing to see how wet I was.
Perhaps he had been right. Perhaps a dissolute part of me yearned for the darkness, but what I’d wanted most of all was to know that I had years, centuries — immortality, to be with Adrian.
Head over my shoulder with eyes like lacquered obsidians, he interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing them down to press at my clit. Flagging off from my most sensitive spot, he traced them up my body, slowly, torturously.
“I wonder…” fingers caressing my abdomen… “how far up…” I gasped as he adjusted them higher… “my cock will go when I’m deep inside you…” Alas settling on a spot above my navel.
A sacred river spawned between my legs.
Incapable of restraint any longer, I reached back to stroke his shaft, thumb stimulating his tip until his pre-load creamed my fingers. I lathered his fluids, relishing in the feel of his hallowed flesh tethered to my hands.
“Fuuuck.” Alucard bristled against my touch, face buried in my neck. Below, he was thrusting at my entrance, not yet entering, readying me for his carnal devotion.
”Adrian please, I need you. I want you inside…”
His last thread of resolve snapped. He rammed his boner into me from behind, stretching me, engulfing me. My tender walls were a haven to his brutal thrusts, welcoming him in. Cock barely to his hilt, he spread my bottocks apart, plunging himself in.
“Ahh…ahh…” I whimpered, hands braced on the wall.
“How are you still so tight…” he hissed, enraged he couldn’t yet feel all of me.
My fingers weaved into his hair, tugging as I leaned further back into him. This feral urge, I craved it. It was scarce enough to satiate the searing lust in me, so I ground impiously against his length like the unholy girl he wanted me to be.
Tonight, he was to have his way. He was the nefarious overlord and I was but a malleable zealot. My hips were firmly held down by his hands — he wanted to control my rhythm. I was, afterall, his submissive little prey.
Alucard forced his cum-stained fingers into my mouth, swirling them about the insides of my cheeks, wresting in and out of my plush lips. I licked at them greedily, suckling on his taste. He was so deft — hands and length penetrating me in a lyrical sync, sating me above and below.
I gagged when he stuck his fingers further down, my throat wedging tight. Tears rimmed my eyes but I continued hollowing my cheeks, head bobbing. “Such a good girl…” praising as he brushed hair off my face. I was to appear immaculate while being fucked indecent.
Hypnotised by his bulge assaulting my hole, I bit sinfully on his index, tearing his skin. He pulled out from my mouth, eyes transfixed on the blot of blood.
“You’re being a naughty little lamb tonight…” His smile was insidious, like a serpent suffocating its meal.
My vampire smothered his blood over my parted lips. My tongue grazed over it, wiping it clean like I was the one writhing in blood lust. What I did had Alucard under a powerful spell. He plummeted his smug into me, our kisses heedless, crashing into each other in depraved lust.
We sucked and bit them swollen, both of us unrestrained and shameless of our monstrous love. Under, he continued hammering his heat into me, hand pushing my cunt back to swallow more of him.
Alucard was never one to trifle with a perfect opportunity. Hands at his favourite spot, he rubbed his digits forcefully at all the places his cock didn’t already fill. My knees buckled at once from overstimulation.
“Stay.” He landed a firm smack onto my soaking sex… “Still.”
“Or I won’t let you cum.”
He bent me over, my backside raised to allow him easy entry. I compelled my wobbly legs to stand, muscles quivering at my bones.
“Good. Hands on the wall.”
Like his obedient little lamb, I hoisted my arms on the cold stone, squeezing taut around my feral wolf.
I was begging, moaning his name, my being in complete disarray.
Content with how tight I was clenching around his shaft, Alucard drove his erection mercilessly into me, pounding so hard I was lifted off the ground.
I cried out in pleasure and pain. “Adrian! Adrian please…”
“You like it when I’m rough with you, darling? You want me to turn you, and fucking you senseless comes with it,” he spat in between thrusts, dragging hair away from my ears to ascertain I could hear him loud and clear.
I was so deliciously filled my lewdness spilled out onto my legs. Paths of sweet nectar trickled down my trembling thighs, glazing his girth with my wicked desire.
I was so close.
Smelling my arousal and imminent climax, Alucard slammed faster into me, his own pace losing cadence.
We were so close.
He had everything timed perfectly. Just as he had countless times before — night creatures and wild animals — all unsuspecting pawns to his blood thirst. He was adept at hiding his deplorable little secret, but I knew better.
Fangs fully exposed, he grazed them masterfully over my neck, humming at my veins and arteries. Quite like a skilled chef discerning food, he was choosing which would taste most exquisite. My scarlet vessels were pulsing in tempo with my heartbeat — palpitating, quivering, waiting.
“Are you frightened? I can feel your terror in my bones…” villainy laced his snarl like a wolf finally rid of sheep’s clothing.
I had to inhale gulps of air to articulate my words, “No….” But what I said or what I thought mattered no longer. Gone was Adrian — human, moral, benign. A bestial, debased monster, instead, all consumed him.
Soulless eyes searched me once more, as if to forewarn me about my perilous decision, as if the human in him was straining to break free of his chains to stop this atrocity.
There was no turning back now.
I offered my neck to him, reckless, bloodstreams on full display. At last, with Alucard’s throbbing cock still stuffed full inside, I felt the firestorm in my core and the crushing torrent soon overcame me.
My release tonight felt different — cathartic. I was once again the delicate driftwood being dragged underwater — careless, aimless, going where the current took me. My limbs fell limp at my sides, my spirit devoid of vigour. And I knew why.
Alucard’s fangs were buried in my neck, drinking my blood as if a divine offering. When did he bite me? I felt no pain, only a rapture so heavenly I ached for more.
And so drink he did. Rivers of blood coated his lips, crimson tributaries surging down his throat. He sucked and lapped at my vital spark, clawing at my body so arduously as if I was the most cherished jewel of immeasurable value.
Like a vampire deprived of debauchery, he drank me in like sweet sin. He had no beginning and no end. And rightfully so. I was profoundly proud of my Adrian. At long last, he no longer had to be ashamed of who he was. He was liberated. He was free.
My racing heart was now a supine hum. I lay naked — pliant and frozen in his arms. The sleepy swell of the ocean lulled me into the black nothingness. I was rising and falling, so in harmony with the current.
Above, hazy sunbeams fractioned the waves like sparkling diamond necklaces. Beneath, the sombre abyss tugged at my essence, diffusing all manner of light. The ominous depth, though a macabre embrace, was one so full of promise. It was beckoning to me, calling my name — stay, stay, stay…
—
I awoke to a pall of infinite blackness.
I had been dreaming. There were shadows — silhouettes, of people I couldn’t quite make out. They were whispering, a sonnet of hurried voices, as if going somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. Then there was a lambent flame — the colour of pale amber, always in the distance but never near. Always tailing, always watching…
Where was I?
I could see nothing, hear nothing. I shifted slightly, and my shoulders were met by cool textile — silk? As more of my senses reconciled, I felt the mattress below me, a satiny divan not reminiscent of my bed. Muted was the air, hollow was the roof, and
…algid was my skin.
I was in a coffin.
Panic coiled through the ridges of my ribs, puncturing my heart like lethal thorns. I clawed and pounded at the wood…was I buried alive?
Alas, like the caves of hell being vaquished by divine light, the casket slid open, and I clambered onto a sprawling granite floor. I was heaving, frantic to take in air, clamouring at my chest as if ghostly hands were crushing my heart, splintering my valves.
Where was Adrian?
A succession of torches adorned the upper vaults, the mellow ebb of light suddenly becoming glaring to my eyes, as if I had been staring directly at the sun. I could make out the phosphorescent ripples and saffron hues that wreathed the flames.
The air smelled vaguely of mildew and crumbling concrete, while the scampering of rodents in between masonry thundered in my ears. I could hear them squeaking, the sounds of their bones compressing while they squeezed through cracks and crevices.
I could hear their heartbeats — tiny surges of blood in their capillaries.
Such fragile little things, I wonder what they’d feel when they’re crushed by the force of my teeth. If they’d feel pain, if any at all, as I drain them dry…
I was so, so hungry.
My awareness had heightened ten-fold, the anarchy of it all confounding whatever human that was left in me. The sensation of everything all at once was too much to bear and I covered my ears to drown out the distress.
Futile efforts indeed.
“Adrian? Adrian…” My voice hoarse from wheezing.
Was this what he had to endure? Being so akin with the presence of entirety, enough to render one insane. Was this why he had been so loath to turn me?
I hauled myself off the ground, bidding my legs to what looked to be a door. Scarce a blink had passed than I was face to face with a metal threshold — intricate lineations etched faintly onto the frame.
“Willing blood of the Raven Maiden,” — Enochian, words of ancient bygone, but Adrian and I had been avid philologists.
I didn’t concern myself with whether the translation had in fact referred to my blood, but I sank my fangs — a lurid extension — into my wrist and smeared them over the threshold.
The magicked portal transported me to a bed chamber, a former bed chamber, now resembling the crux of a dense forest.
Creepers cleaved through stone, while poison vines slivered across furniture. Rich moss clung to the bed frame, eating away at the tulle canopy, embedding itself into rotted linen.
That chaise…it was ours.
Horror flooded my senses as I glanced furtively around.
Our armoire, our settee, our desk.
Strewn across the floor, some shredded by tree roots dissecting the wooden panelling, lay stacks of disintegrating parchment like remnants of forgotten lore.
Vampiric speed overtaking, my eyes scanned the moth-eaten pages over.
“Come back to me.”
“Come back to me.”
“Come back to me.”
I choked on my tears.
“To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster.”
They fell like glass, shattering on the ink, eroding the paper more.
How long had I been asleep for?
“No, no, no…” I wept into the emptiness, anguish imprisoning my lungs, blocking off air. In spite of being undead, I had a heart, and it bled — it bled crimson, pain and grief. It bled with all the words I wished I could take back.
It bled with all the ache that I might never see Adrian again.
I scoured the castle. Every tower, every room, every dungeon, each a shell of its former mirth. The scenes ran parallel — overgrown foliage, wrecked furnishings, pillars atrophied by decay. Our home had been eaten away by the curse of time. There was no sign of life, no essence of Adrian.
With a threshing hole in my heart, I raced past the lattice of abandon toward the main doors. As the iron portcullis lifted, I recoiled at the hell that awaited me.
There, in the blistering winter, impaled upon rows and rows of stakes, dangled festering corpses of night creatures…and humans.
