CONTAINS ⨾ ( 2.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x vampire!fem!reader ( black coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century ( late 1400s ), established relationship, soft-dom!alucard, nasty rawww freaky ass vampire sex, missionary, blood-letting, blood drinking, size difference, use of pet names ( e.g. love, darling, iubire, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ requested by the lovely @rsv3n! thank you for the splendid idea <3 i think lulu would be veryyy open to a blood-sharing ritual! actually he’s a little too excited, lol >.< he’d love teasing you with that thick, red sweetness, swapping the liquid between your tongues as he fucks you nice 'n deep mmm . . that’s as intimate as can be, and he wants to be irrevocably close to you . plsss hubby is just so in love <3 please enjoy this little blood-stained drabble, and thank you for reading! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) drunk in love, beyoncé ⨾ candy, cameo ⨾ a little death, the neighborhood ⨾ whatever you want, tony! toni! toné! ⨾ join me in death, HIM ⨾ blur, the marias
dhampir blood is cloying, to put it best. sticky, syrupy, and far more potent than any mortal vein. your husband had been kind enough to let you drink in that confirmation just hours ago.
castlevania’s ancient stone held the chill of a thousand transylvanian winters, but within alucard’s grand bedroom suite, the air was just about thick enough to tangibly cut through. on the floor lay a forgotten graveyard of finery — stiff silk corsets and a froth of ruffled lace embroidery cast aside in the height of your lustful fever.
with a reverence that treats you like glass, alucard has you laid upon velvet furs, dropping you tenderly as if you weren't immortally powerful. he lowers his own body down to yours, defined and beautifully scarred, until his limbs entwine with your own and the cold of the castle fades into a distant memory.
your skin remains so soft to the touch, holding this otherworldly glow; even after turning into something devoid of life. in the guttering candlelight, his pale skin looks like polished marble, the flickering flame highlighting the pink slash of his flesh scar, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between your cold, pressed bodies. he was only one part mortal, a beautiful contradiction you find it to be — and beneath his ribs, half of a heart still drums a slow, heavy rhythm.
alucard’s hips find their home between your thighs once he finally sinks into you. you bracket the slim taper of his waist with your trembling legs, head throwing back as he presses the slippery crown of his pretty cock past the sticky schism of your puffy lips. you moan so deliciously whenever he enters you, a sound as coaxing as a lullaby; he doubts he’s ever heard anything sweeter.
his wispy blonde lashes flutter whenever your gushing hole contracts just enough to squeeze around the girth of him. he swears your heartbeat never truly left you; it must’ve simply gone down to your cunt, waiting for his touch to call it back to the surface. he begins to press into you with slow, deliberate rocking. it utterly delights him — watching you mewl at the stretch he brings, breasts swaying with each thrust careful thrust he feeds you.
“adrian . . mmm, d—don’t hold back on me,” your plush lips are agape, the sliver of your precise fangs shining as you puff out sultry breaths of air out between them. “please, my love, fuck me faster,” you plead, the soft ache of knowing you can handle him — and that he knows it too — melting thick and heavy between you.
your stiletto claws glide like the flat of a smooth blade over his skin, tearing vivid lines of crimson down the pale, broad canvas of his back. a low chuckle spills from him, dark and sweet like honeycomb, sending a deep, rhythmic throb straight to your core. there’s no need for words; you both know the truth by now. he craves the pain you bring.
“whatever you wish, my dear,” he indulges your request, no matter how bratty your whims might be, and takes a firm hold of your waist; hands locking onto the dipped curve of it, anchoring you to the bed, to him, so he can plow into your sopping pussy until the sharp collision of slapping skin casts the wettest, most lewdest of echoes throughout his bedchamber. your voice breaks into a scream of pure delight, a sweet kind of sound that vibrates through the room, making the wallachian-pine of the bedframe creak and groan beneath every heavy drop he makes into you.
he begins to moan out your name between labored huffs, fangs bared with every breathless moan that slips out from his bobbing throat. adrian lowers his head, a curtain of golden hair cascading around him as his dark gaze fixes on the exact point where he enters you — over, and over, and over again.
you peer up at him lovingly, trace the image of your angel of a husband; watching as the base of his throbbing cock sheathes in deep, just to reappear with every heavy, punctuated drive of his hips. his abdomen flexes tightly with the effort. higher up, his thin brows are drawn up, pearly teeth grit, and his nose scrunched as his eyes squeeze shut in the pure surge of pleasure.
then, your gaze drifts, zoning in on his exposed throat.
you find yourself fixated on the slender, elegant line of his neck, tracing the way it curves seamlessly into his shoulders and collarbone — you’ve always held a soft spot for it, your lips constantly drawn to kiss and nuzzle the skin there. the sloping protrusion of his adam’s apple catches your gaze of how he swallows down his pooling desire, all as you eye that subtle vein running along the side, pulsing with every breath.
the curiosity has lived in you for so long — the wonder of what a dhampir’s blood might taste like . . . what alucard’s would taste like. as the intensity between you builds, your dilated eyes blow wide, mouth parting as you fixate on his neck. your focus narrows entirely on the way the veins running along it grow prominent, with all the exertion he’s putting into fucking his darling wife so, so well.
your husband’s always had the uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts, even before you act on them. his eyes snap open, catching you in the act of staring — as if the sudden, ebbing heat in his flowing arteries have already warned him exactly where you want to bite.
the hammering pulse in his throat begins to thrum harder.
“ah, you thirst . . . is that it, my love? shall I grab a chalice?” he delivers an especially grinding thrust, pairing it with the humble swipe of his thumb over your clit. you whine, you nod, you weep, all from the sheer pleasure of it.
your head tosses against the pillows, the thorny edge of your nails sinking into his shoulder blades until fresh, bright blood spills and beads over your grip. it takes everything in your being to keep your hands from drifting up to your awaiting tongue.
“hnnn! y-yes, but I . . . I want yours,” you manage to gasp the words out, even as the heavy force of his rhythm knocks the breath right from your lips. your eyes lock — your glassy, completely dilated gaze catching the piercing gold of his. in that silent, breathless look, everything clicks.
he finally gets it.
“you — haah, you wish to taste of me?” adrian questions, leaning down low, slowing his thrusts and fucking into you harder, deeper, as if to pound the truth out of you. you nod, teary and needy, hands trailing up to caress either side of his neck, warming his silken skin with your open palms.
“mhm,” you whisper, “i’m sure you’re sweeter than any wine . . .” your teeth catch your bottom lip, aching for the moment his potent blood finally drips onto your tongue. your ribbed, velvety walls clench around him at the mere thought, a sudden sensation that ripples through you both. adrian feels your pulse throb in perfect tandem against his skin as his hips continue their slow, heavy roll.
“fuck,” he manages out, the word torn from his throat. he never imagined a desire so dark would excite him so. “for how long have you yearned for this?”
“far too long, my love,” you mewl against his skin, pressing stray, wet kisses up the length of his neck. your fangs lightly graze his sweat-sheened throat, catching right over his adam’s apple. you suck gently against the pulse point, the sharp friction causing him to twitch and jump deep inside you with a sudden, ragged gasp.
“resist no longer, iubire.” he whines lowly, the muscles of his thighs and core flexing hard against you with every deep shove. “take what you want.”
alucard gathers his long blond hair in one hand, sweeping the heavy tresses over his shoulder to bare the smooth expanse of his neck. you gaze up at him, mapping the absolute submission written on his face. his golden irises gleam back at you in the dark, glinting with a sharp, needy excitement as he waits to feel your fangs against his skin.
as if to soothe your hesitation, he implores you with the breath of a command against your skin:
"drink of me." he whispers, his voice a low, heavy vibration that seems to echo through the silent stones of the chamber. it does well at reassuring you. sliding up the smooth, warm expanse of his neck in your hands, you bring your lips to his skin, agape mouth brushing his artery with a grateful sort of reverence. leaning in, you allow your fangs to graze the hot skin of his jugular, tracking the frantic ba-dum of the pulse that marks his human heritage.
when you finally, finally, bite down, alucard lets out the sharpest, most ragged breath, his hands locking onto your hips as he bucks up into you at the welcome intrusion. his rich dhampir blood surges into your mouth — a potent, velvety syrup that tastes of concentrated life and a deep, metallic sweetness that coats your tongue like the most saccharine nectar.
“hngh, y—yes, yes, yes . . .” his eyes scroll back into his head as you cradle his beautiful face in your hands, completely helpless under your touch as you drain him, lapping his blood hungrily into your mouth. the fluid is intoxicatingly rich and warm, sliding down your throat like a heavy, golden essence that could only belong to a dhampir. he trembles beneath you, utterly consumed by the way your tongue sweeps along his major artery, siphoning every sugary drop of the rich blood he so willingly surrenders to you.
you let out a soft, gratified moan at the cloying sweetness of him; though not entirely drinking every ounce he offers. you hold some of the thick velvet syrup behind your teeth — gathering just enough in your mouth to perform the next ritual you have in mind. pulling back just by an inch, you meet his gaze with a heavy, unblinking focus, your plush mouth stained with the red coppery-taste of his life-force.
alucard blinks down at you hazily, his golden eyes blown out and dazed as he groans against your lips. when you finally press your mouth back to his, the exchange is thick, visceral, and wet; nasty and lawless, just as vampires would do.
your fangs clash against his — a sharp clicking of ivory, as you share a desperate kiss that blends salt and iron. the rich essence slicks your tongues, and alucard greedily drinks his life-force straight back from your mouth.
alucard tilts his hips into yours with a slow, grinding force, his large frame pinning you flat against sheets of romanian silk as he slides back deep inside you.
his hands find yours against the soft bedding, his long fingers sliding between your own to intertwine and lock your palms tightly together. the direct friction of his thighs against yours generates a building heat that matches the warm syrup coating your tongues.
he pulls back just an inch, his eyes glowing a fierce gold in the dim light as he gives one final, bone-deep shove that leaves you both trembling. his lips are stained a deep, beautiful red, mirroring your own.
“never thought my wife would be so . . . thirsty,” he muses, swiping his tongue over your lips. you can feel him smiling against them, a soft and intimate pressure.
you’re nearing closer to the edge, all from the searing taste of his blood, every sensation amplified to a fever pitch. he is also hazy from the feeding, his movements turning drawled and heavy as he rolls into you.
“c–cumming,” he huffs, grinding his pelvis down into yours one last. “mmm . . me too,” you clasp your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a messily wet kiss as your walls pull taut around him, reaching your coiling climax with a silent scream released straight into his mouth.
he returns the intensity, fucks shallowly into your gripping cunt; spilling thick, lukewarm ribbons of his heavy load deep inside you. you both rock into each other, riding the high of it all with shut eyes, panting into each other’s mouths until the heat finally peaks. adrian lifts himself off of you to lay beside you, his strong arms coiled around your waist to pull you close against his chest.
side-by-side in the stillness of the chamber, you lay curled together on the plush bedding. the ancient castle grows still, though the heat of the moment remains between you. he drowsily blinks his heavy eyes open, his cheeks a beautiful, shaded rose that deepens into a rich crimson. his mouth is slightly agape, the lower lip stained with the bright, copper taint of his own life-force.
“you still look rather . . . parched, my love.” his hand slides up to caress your waist, his smile widening slightly as he offers you his bare throat. his fingertips trace the wet bite marks on his neck, marveling a bit at the funny, new sensation of being on the receiving end of those punctured holes. knowing the wounds will knit together soon, he silently urges you to lean back in and get some your fill before his flesh heals over.
“come, dragă mea,” he insists, pulling you in closer by your waist until you're flush against him. bringing his thumb up, he slowly swipes it over your reddened lip, his mirthful golden eyes searching yours.
YOU WRITW FOR CASTLEVINA!?!?!?! OH MY GODD OH MY GOD IM SO HAPOY IASISBSISB. Anyway sorry I’d like to request a Alucard x reader fic 🥹 one where the reader is like a herbalist and meets him in a village and they slowly start developing a relationship. I’m so happy rn like🤤🤤🤤
Foxglove & Foolproof: Alucard x Reader
Synopsis: The village herbalist falls into the clutches of the local urban legend. Alucard never thought that he would fall into love, but something about his ‘little healer’ changes his entire perspective.
Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Smut, Semi-slow burn, Mention of death, Alucard is infatuated with you, loss of virginity, heavy aftercare, Squirting, Slight Dumbification, overstimulation, reader and Alucard think of virginity as sacred.
A/N: This is my first Alucard fic! I love him sm and tried to do him justice!
The village nestled at the edge of the Transylvanian woods was small but lively, its people wary yet resilient.
Among them, you were known as the quiet herbalist. Someone who moved like a shadow, always with a basket of fresh herbs over your arm and a gentle word for those in pain. The elderly trusted your remedies, mothers brought their feverish children to your cottage, and even the village skeptics softened when your salves healed wounds no one else could mend.
One evening, as dusk settled over the forest’s edge, you ventured beyond the village limits, searching for rare moon-blooming herbs that only opened at night. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine when you felt it. It was an eerie stillness, as if the very forest held its breath. Then, there was a presence.
Golden eyes glowed in the shadows, watching you from between the trees. Tall, regal, and otherworldly, Alucard stood half-hidden in the darkness, his sharp features softened only by the faintest tilt of curiosity. You froze, not out of fear, but caution, like a hare caught in the gaze of a wolf.
His kind were spoken of in hushed tones, tales of blood and shadows woven into warnings. Yet… something in his gaze lacked malice.
"You’re far from home, little healer," his voice was smooth as silk. His boots, polished and fine, crumple dried leaves under his heel. "These woods are unkind to wanderers."
You tightened your grip on your basket but didn’t retreat. "The night-blooming henbane grows here," you replied simply. "It helps with sleep, for those who need it."
His lips quirked, just slightly, at your lack of fear. "And do you often prescribe remedies to creatures who don’t sleep?"
You met his gaze steadily. "Pain comes in many forms. Even immortals bleed."
"…You’re unlike the others."
The forest exhaled around you both and so it began.
The seasons had turned since that first encounter in the woods, and though Alucard remained a shadowed figure,seen only in the hush of twilight or the deep velvet of night, his presence had become a quiet constant in your life.
At first, it was small things: a rare herb left on your windowsill, a fleeting glimpse of gold eyes watching from the treeline as you gathered yarrow by moonlight. Then, the visits grew longer. Lingering conversations murmured over steaming cups of tea you brewed from chamomile he’d brought, his voice like dark honey as he asked about your remedies, your patients, your hands as they worked.
But tonight was different.
Inside your candlelit cottage, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and the soft, fragile cries of the newborn cradled against your chest. The mother, a girl barely grown, had slipped away at dawn, leaving behind this tiny, squalling life. You’d sent the grieving family to rest, promising to watch over the babe through the night. Rocking the child gently, you hummed a lullaby older than the village itself, the firelight painting the walls in flickering gold.
The hair on your neck rose before you even saw him. There, framed in your open doorway, Alucard stood, his pale face half-lost in shadow, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that stole your breath. He was closer than he’d ever dared before, one gloved hand resting against the doorframe as if holding himself back.
"You’re trembling,"
You hadn’t realized you were. Exhaustion? Cold? "It’s been a long night," you admitted, shifting the bundled infant in your arms.
Alucard’s gaze dropped to the child. The baby was red-faced from wailing, tiny fist clenched into tight balls in discomfort. Alucard seemed to war with himself but then stepped fully inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The distance between you was suddenly unbearable. He moved like mist, soundless, until he stood mere inches away, close enough for you to feel the unnatural chill radiating from him. His gloved fingers lifted, hesitated, then brushed a single strand of hair from your forehead. He was so careful, as if you might shatter.
"Let me help.”
Your eyes lift to his handsome face. “What do you know of children?” You humor leaning back in the old rocking chair.
Alucard's lips curved into a slight smile, the barest hint of amusement in his gaze. "More than you'd think," he replied, his tone dry wit as he watched the infant fuss in your arms. "I've had centuries to observe them, after all."
He pushed off the wall, moving closer to you, his eyes dropping to the bundle of blankets you rocked gently. "Can I?"
When you nodded, he gathered the infant into his arms, his cold fingers adjusting the swaddle with care. The child’s cries quieted almost instantly, tiny fingers curling around the silver embroidery of his sleeve.
Alucard chuckled, a sound so human it startled you. "Apparently, even monsters have their uses." His thumb brushed the baby’s cheek. "He smells like you."
Your breath stopped. The firelight caught the gold in his eyes as they flicked up to yours, holding your gaze. "You’re… different," you murmured, unsure what you meant by it.
He stepped closer, the shadows wrapping around you both like a secret. "I could say the same of you." The baby sighed, asleep now against his chest. His voice dropped to a whisper, intimate in the hush of the room: "Let me stay. Just until dawn."
Your eyes dance over his form. Shrouded in the finest silks you’ve ever seen. You want to deny him, to banish this ‘monster’ but your heart won’t allow you. “Fine….what tea will it be tonight?”
A corner of Alucard's mouth queried at your reluctant agreement. He could hear the hesitance in your voice, yet your heart told a different story. He looked down at the now-sleeping infant in his arms.
"Chamomile," he shifted the baby gently before turning to look at you. Golden eyes gleamed in the firelight as he added, "With a bit of honey, if you have it."
“Picky.” You tease. Lighting the hearth to warm the water. You look at the sleeping infant. “His poor mother died. His father will be back in the morning for him. Poor things. A soldier that barely makes enough to fill his own tummy.”
Alucard watched as you lit the fire, his gaze lingering on the dancing flames before shifting back to the baby in his arms. A flicker of sadness darkened his features as he listened to your words, his thumb gently rubbing the child's back in a comforting motion.
"Death is never kind," he replied. "Especially to the innocent." He shook his head then, his eyes meeting yours, shadows playing in the hollows of his face. "Poor child…
“His father knows hunger and loss. A cruel combination." The firelight caught the edge of his fangs as he spoke.
He stepped closer to the hearth, adjusting the sleeping child in his arms with effortless care. "You could ask the village for aid. A tithe of grain, a shared meal…humans cling to such rituals when grief strikes." Alucard smiles down at the infant when he coos. "Or I could leave game at his doorstep. Unseen."
He was no saint, but neither was he the monster tales made him out to be.
The kettle began to whistle.
You dust off your hands. “I do not know if that is the wisest.” You say carefully, plopping the tea bag into the cups. “But I do believe they would be…grateful.”
Alucard watched you prepare the tea in silence, his gaze never leaving your face. He studies your features, your expressions, as carefully as a hunter would a new quarry. He moved the now-sleeping infant into one arm, his free hand reaching to gently take the offered cup.
His palm brushed yours, the movement so casual it could've been an accident. But you felt the chill that radiated from his skin. It should've been strange, but… it wasn't.
He blew gently across the steaming surface of his tea before speaking again. "You do not fear me. Why?”
“If you wanted to kill me, you could have.” You stow away the goat milk and the breast milk a new mother was kind enough to give the infant. “You could also eat that babe if you wished. I know what you are.” You say simply. “Yet you haven’t divulged in our flesh. So I ask you the same thing-…” you stand up and slowly approach him. “Why?”
Alucard went very still as you stepped toward him, the firelight casting long shadows across his sharp features. The infant slept soundly in the crook of his arm, oblivious to the tension thickening the air between you. His golden eyes burned into yours, unblinking, as if weighing how much truth to spill or how much you could bear.
"Because," he said at last, voice so low it was nearly a whisper, "You do not smell of fear. You smell of earth, and chamomile, and something warm." His nostrils flared slightly, the predator in him momentarily betraying his fascination. "I have spent centuries surrounded by the stench of terror. You... are different."
Alucard sips from his tea, before turning his eyes to the precious fav of the baby. "And because I loathe being what I am when kindness is near."
"Does that satisfy your curiosity, little healer?"
It didn’t, but you simply lounge in the chair across from him and watch the fire until exhaustion takes over. When you awake, the babe is in the wooden cradle, and a bundle of furs are tossed over your shoulders for warmth.
~~~~~~~
Months slipped by like shadows lengthening across the village, silent and unnoticed. The babe thrived, his once-frail limbs now plump with health, his cheeks round as ripe apples whenever you saw him bundled against his father’s chest. The soldier, though worn thin by grief and labor, carried himself with a quiet gratitude, never questioning the game left at his door or the coins that appeared in his pockets like misplaced blessings.
You knew better than to speak of it aloud. Though sometimes, when you passed his cottage, you’d catch him glancing toward the treeline with an odd expression. Like he too saw the glowing eyes and long blonde hair for a mere second.
As for Alucard… he became a ghost in your life. No more moonlit conversations by the hearth, no more golden eyes watching from the forest’s edge as you gathered herbs. Only traces. A white wolf glimpsed in the distance, the faintest imprint of boots in the mud outside your window after a rain. Once, you woke to find a sprig of night-blooming jasmine on your sill, its petals still damp with dew.
It shouldn’t have bothered you. And yet…it did. It made your heart ache.
Tonight, the air was thick with the promise of a storm as you trudged home from the village square, your basket laden with bundled yarrow and a tincture for old man Havel’s aching joints. The wind carried the scent of damp earth. But something made your nose twitch. The scent was something metallic and sharp.
Blood.
Your boots carried you blindly through the woods. The very same woods you happened upon all of those months ago. The leaves and brush are trampled under your foot. You nearly trip over a massive root before coming upon the source of the scent.
There, slumped against the trunk of the ancient oak just beyond your cottage-line, was Alucard. His cloak was torn, his hair matted with gore that wasn’t his own. His eyes, when they met yours, burned with a feral intensity you hadn’t seen before. He was half-mad with hunger.
He pushed himself to a stance, pushing off the bark as he fumbled into your already open arms. You began to look him over, unsure of where to examine first on the beast.
He bared his fangs in what might’ve been meant as a smile. "I told you," he rasped, "-not to wander after dark."
And then he collapsed at your feet.
You cursed under your breath as you grabbed his arms, dragging him across the threshold of your home with a grunt. Damn him for being so damn heavy, his boots leaving streaks of mud and goop on your clean floor. The scent of iron hit you full force now, thick and cloying, and your stomach lurched as you realized just how much blood soaked his clothes.
"Fool man—No. Fool vampire," you hissed, heaving him onto your bed with one last desperate tug. His head lolled against the pillows, his breathing shallow, his skin nearly translucent in the dim candlelight. You wasted no time in tearing open his ruined shirt, revealing gashes that pulsed sluggishly. He wasn’t healing fast enough.
You scrambled for your supplies. You gathered bandages, yarrow poultice, the strong juniper tincture old Widow Marta swore by for sealing wounds. Your hands trembled as you worked, pressing cloth to the worst of the wounds, muttering all the while.
"Of course you’d show up half-dead. Of course. After weeks of skulking around like a brooding shadow—Oh, don’t you dare smirk at me, I swear—!”
His lips twitched, weak but unmistakably amused, even as his eyelids fluttered shut.
"You’re impossible," you snapped, dabbing the tincture onto a gash along his ribs, too close to the heart. He shuddered but didn’t have the strength to do much else. Your fingers danced across his hardened muscles.
“And you’re beautiful…” he crooned, eyes half-lidded with agony.
His years of swords dancing and battling had made him a weapon himself. You cleaned away the blood to get a better look at the wounds.
Outside, thunder rolled. The storm had arrived. And so, it seemed, had he.
"Be silent—" you hissed, tying off the last bandage with a sharp tug, "—or I'll stuff a rag in your mouth."
Your frustration grew with each moment his wounds failed to close properly. You'd seen the supernatural speed of his healing before. A scratch healed in minutes, a broken bone realigned in the span of a heartbeat. These, however, stayed stubbornly raw, bleeding sluggish dark and smelling sickly sweet in the humid air.
You swore under your breath, pressing harder with the bandages to stanch the worst of the flow. The scent of his blood was thick in your nose, dizzying. "Damn it—why won't you heal?"
He stirred at your muttered curse, eyes flickering open just a crack. He looked almost fragile at that moment, pale skin tinged with blue, blood staining the sheets. When he tried to sit up, the motion was jerky, pain etched into his features.
"It's... the silver," he rasped, breath catching as you pushed him back against the pillows. His eyes found yours, pleading behind the pain. "The... damned silver. It... slows the healing."
Your hands stilled mid-motion as realization struck like lightning. Of course. Silver wounds wouldn't close without fresh blood. His skin was too pale, his breaths too shallow, his fangs barely visible behind cracked lips.
He hadn't fed. And he was too weak to hunt.
You swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the damp cloth. The solution was obvious. Painfully, dangerously obvious.
"Idiot," you hissed under your breath, half at him, half at yourself.
Without another word, you reached for the knife on your belt. It was small, sharp, meant for harvesting herbs, and pressed the blade against the inside of your forearm.
Alucard's eyes snapped open fully, gold burning through the haze of pain. "Don't—"
The blade bit into your flesh with a sharp, stinging pain. Gods it was sharper than you'd expected and you gasped, fingers jerking open instinctively. The knife clattered to the floor as crimson welled up along the cut, thick and bright against your skin.
Alucard moved faster than he had in hours, his hand snapping out to grip your wrist. His other hand pressed a wad of linen hard against the wound. “Stupid woman—" he snarled, but his voice broke halfway through.
And then you saw it.
His pupils had blown wide, swallowing the gold of his irises into black voids. His lips parted, fangs fully extended now, trembling slightly as he fought to keep his jaw clenched. A thin line of saliva escaped the corner of his mouth.
He was drooling.
The scent of your blood filled the room, rich and intoxicating, and you could feel his fingers twitch against your arm like he wanted to pull you into his arms even as he tried to staunch the bleeding.
"Do not... tempt me... like this."
You tightened your grip on his wrist, pressing your bleeding arm closer to him despite his resistance. The sight of him starving, starving while your blood dripped uselessly onto the floor, was unbearable.
"Just enough," you urged, voice shaking. "Enough to heal. I cannot stand seeing you like this."
His nostrils flared, his entire body tensing as he fought against instinct. His grip on your wrist weakened, trembling violently. Whether from hunger or restraint, you couldn’t tell.
"You don’t... understand," he ground out between clenched fangs. "If I start... I won’t stop."
Your free hand cupped his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet yours. "Then stop when I say stop," you whispered.
A ragged breath. A heartbeat of silence.
Then finally he surrendered.
His lips parted, and with a shuddering exhale, he sank his fangs into your flesh.
The pain was sharp, then sweet. Then there was nothing at all.
Your breath hitched sharply as his fangs pierced deeper. The pain melted into a strange, dizzying warmth, spreading like fire through your veins. A choked whimper escaped your lips before you could stifle it, and instinctively, you buried your face against the crook of his neck, muffling the sound against his cold skin.
His arm encircled your waist, pulling you flush against him as he drank. Every swallow sent a shudder through both of you. Your body felt like it was floating weightlessly, as if you were floating outside of your body.
You feel the moment his strength began to return. His body was warming incrementally against yours, his breathing steadying. Yet he didn’t stop.
Trembling, you tugged weakly at his hair. "Alucard—please…”
"Please, enough —gods, how much has he even taken? You were lightheaded, your heart thudding so loudly in your ears it seemed to drown out all other sound.
Finally, his fangs withdrew with an audible reluctance, leaving a trail of fire across your arm. His lips moved against your skin. It was like he was reluctant, apologetic.
The moment his lips left the wound, something shifted. His hunger twisted into something far more wanting. His mouth lingered on your skin, hot now with stolen warmth, before trailing upwards in slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of your arm. Each press of his lips was a brand, a question, a promise.
By the time he reached the hollow of your throat, your pulse was racing. It was wild and frantic and you felt the wicked curve of his smile against your skin.
"So loud," he murmured, the words vibrating against your jugular. "Your heart... it sings for me." His tongue flicked lightly over the frantic flutter beneath your flesh before his teeth grazed the spot, not enough to pierce your delectable flesh, but enough to make you gasp.
His hands slid up your back, pressing you closer as his voice smoothed over your ear.
"You taste divine…”
The candlelight gilded his form as he lowered you onto the bed with a reverence unfit for a creature of his nature. His hands traced the trembling arches of your ribs, the soft swell of your hips, as if committing every shiver to memory. He moved like dusk settling over the earth: slow, inevitable, swallowing every whisper of resistance with lips that knew only worship now.
The first kiss was overwhelming. It had been years since you shared a kiss. But he was patient, jaw and tongue guiding your mouth against his. You could feel the way his muscles moved beneath flesh as he regained his strength. The silver bullets plopped from his flesh and onto your floor.
“Are you sure?” He whispered when your fingers looped around his belt. You gave a single nod and a shaky ‘yes’.
His fingers and sweet words had made you crest. Your knees were to your ears and little tears had prickled into your eyes from the sensation. He guided your trembling legs dow and slotted himself between your thighs.
Your virgin blood clung to him, streaked along his thighs like sinuous ink where your bodies joined. It was a proof of surrender, of trust given blade-sharp and raw. He groaned against your mouth when he felt it, his restraint fraying into something desperate
“My beautiful girl," he groaned and you keened. Each roll of his hips sent his throbbing cock further inside of you. The wetness smeared down his length from preparing you so thoroughly dripped onto the sheets below. His thumb brushed away the tears clinging to your lashes.
He did not rush. Did not take. He let you rise against him like a tide, your breaths mingling in the space between kisses, until pleasure eclipsed pain and all you knew was the way his name broke from your lips—holy, unholy, his.
He moved like water, his voice a soft, soothing cadence against your ear. "Does it hurt, my girl? Does it burn?" He brushed a kiss along your jawline, his fingers tracing idle circles on your hip.
You shake your head slowly, shifting under his weight. He was like stone carved into the shape of a man. His blonde hair spilled over his shoulders and against your flesh. “I-it’s alright…hng….” You wince as his cock pulses in your tight heat.
Your breath hitched as his fingers slid between your thighs again, this time slick with something other than blood. He worked the swollen bud of your clit across his fingers, leaking down his long digits. He waited for a few moments so your walls could stretch, mold around his cock.
"Look at you…clenching around me, begging for me without words." A bite. just shy of breaking skin, punctuated the sentence. "Say it."
You shook your head, stubborn even as your hips twitched toward his hand. He laughed, dark and velvety, before burying all the way in. The fullness made you gasp, hips aching, he carefully guided your legs over his broad shoulders, lips tracing the inside of your calves.
Your cry shattered the quiet of the room. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch, the ache too much, not enough and he drank every whimper from your lips like a man starved.
"Shhh," he soothed, rolling his hips just so, "I know, I know…" His free hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the frantic pulse in your throat. "But you’ll take it, won’t you? My good girl. My healer."
Words dissolved into breathless, delirious babble. Half-formed praises, fragmented pleas as he filled you gut deep, each thrust carving his name into your bones.
"So deep— oh god— how are you— ah!—everywhere at once?" You gasped, nails scoring down his back as he pinned your hips flush to the mattress, angling himself to drag against that sweet, hidden spot inside you with every roll of his body.
Alucard watched you unravel with rapt fascination, his pupils blown black as he cradled your face in his hands. "There—yes, just like that," he coaxed, voice rough with restraint. "Little human, taking me so well.” His thumb brushed your swollen lower lip, smearing the tears that spilled over. "Beautiful."
You shuddered, oversensitive and aching, as he murmured filth like scripture. “This sweet cunt will remember my shape.” His fangs ghosted over the peaks of your nipples, sharp tongue now lapping at the perked flesh like it was a delicacy.
You sobbed his name, arching off the bed as the pleasure crested. It was all too much, too bright, like staring into the sun. Your body clenched around him, desperate to keep him buried inside you even as your nerves screamed for respite.
Alucard groaned, fangs sinking into his own lip to stifle the sound, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. “Christ—” he hissed, the blasphemy ragged between panting breaths. “You’re—ruining me.”
His hands found yours, interlacing your fingers and pressing them into the mattress as he fucked you through the aftershocks. It was slow, deep, deliberate, until every tremble subsided and all that remained was the sticky heat between your thighs.
Tears spilled freely now. Gods, you hadn’t expected this. Your body trembling as oversensitivity burned through you like wildfire. Every drag of his hips sent fresh shocks of pleasure-pain up your spine, your whimpered pleas dissolving into breathless hiccups.
Alucard whispered praises against your breast, across the blooming bruises over your collarbones.
"Did you think-“ he purred, fangs glinting in the low light, "-that I’d be satisfied so easily?" His tongue traced the shell of your ears "Sweet thing. I’ve waited centuries."
His sharpened thumb nail flicked across your pearl again. It was a smooth glide from the juices leaking between your puffy folds.
And you realized, with dawning horror, that he was far from finished.
His stamina was inhuman—merciless—and he explored every inch of your cottage with the same voracious intensity as he did your body.
It started aginst the hearth, your back pressed to the warm stone as he lifted your thighs around his waist, the firelight gilding the sweat-slicked planes of his chest while he fucked into you with slow, filthy rolls of his hips. "Wrap your legs around me. Goooddd girl.”
Then bent over the wooden table, herbs and vials rattling as he drove into you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair while the other pinned your wrist to the splintered surface. Your choked moans filled the air, his name a broken litany as your knees threatened to give way. His strength held you up, even when the puddle on the floor grew to an embarrassing size. He didn’t even laugh when you slipped in the pool of your own shame.
Then it was on your knees before the window, the cold glass kissing your fevered skin as he knelt behind you, his chest draped over your back, his mouth at your ear. "Watch." he commanded, forcing your gaze to your reflection, to the way your body trembled around him, the way his fangs grazed your shoulder.
“A-Alucard!” You cried out. Your breath fogged up the glass, cheek smushed flat on the material.
Finally he took you sprawled across the bed, his fingers interlaced with yours as he sheathed himself inside you once more. He was deep, so deep his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, "Once more, My Beloved."
Your limbs trembled as you tried to drag yourself away. You needed just a moment, just a breath, but his hand closed around your ankle.
"Shhh," he murmured, pressing kisses along the curve of your neck as you sobbed into the sheets. His fingers stroked your thigh in slow, soothing circles. It was a mockery of comfort. His crowded you like a beast over prey as his cock nudged against your ruined entrance again.
You whimpered, oversensitive and raw, but he only hushed you like he would a frightened fawn. The stretch into your raw walls had you choking out a cry. “I-I cannot-“
"I know, I know," he cooed, voice dripping with false sympathy as he pushed in, inch by agonizing inch. "But you’re still so wet for me, little healer. Your body begs even when your voice denies it."
“Tell me how it feels…”
Your words spilled out in a slurred, shameless mess. They were half-pleas, half-nonsense, as your body clenched around him, overstimulated and trembling.
"T-too much— too full, I can’t— ah!—feel you everywhere," you whined, drool slicking your chin as your head lolled back against his shoulder. His hand tightened on your hip, his thumb pressing into the bruise forming there, marking you.
"Is that so?" he purred, dragging his fangs along your pulse point. "Then why do you keep squeezing me like you never want me to leave?"
You sobbed as he bottomed out again, your toes curling against the sheets.
"P-please—"
"Please what?" He licked the tears from your cheek. "Be specific."
You couldn’t answer, couldn’t think, your mind dissolving into white-hot static as he fucked you through another brutal peak.
Your medical knowledge evaporated. It was useless as the sensation built to something unbearable, primal. Your thighs shook violently, muscles taut as bowstrings, and you let out a choked, confused whimper.
"I—I think I— I need the chamber pot," you slurred, squirming in his grip, face burning with humiliation. It felt like your body was betraying you. There was so much pressure, fullness, an ache that bordered on relief. But nothing like the pain you could name. The pain and pressure you could remedy with a plant or bug.
Alucard went still above you. Then he laughed, a rich, wicked sound. He pushed the strands of your sweat soaked hair away from your cheeks. He barely looked like he had broken a sweat the entire time. Still a pillar of strength.
"Oh, sweet thing," he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear, "That is just me." His hand slid down to press against your lower stomach where his cock stretched you deepest. You jolted, a sob tearing free.
"Your body doesn’t know what to do with so much pleasure," he explained, he’d lived a very long time. "So it translates into this." A slow, grinding thrust emphasized his point, and you wailed, fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
"Let go," he ordered. "I’ll catch you."
And you did.
Your muscles locked, instinct screaming at you to fight the unbearable sensation as your body arched violently against him. You clenched your teeth, a desperate, guttural noise tearing from your throat as pleasure snapped through you like a lightning strike.
Alucard’s arms banded around your waist, effortlessly holding you in place as you thrashed. “No—no, stop, I can’t—!” you wailed, but his strength was absolute. Your struggles barely fazed him, his grip unyielding as he fucked you through the convulsions. He murmured praise in languages you didn’t recognize. He stroked your hair, he didn’t tease or ridicule or scare you away.
Then you were rewarded with release. A hot, shameful flood spilled between your thighs, splattering against his cock, the sheets, your own trembling legs.
“Fuck—look at you,” he rasped, hips stuttering as your walls fluttered around him. “Ruining my cock with your greedy little spills.”
You whimpered, weakly pushing at his thighs. It was useless as he dragged you back onto his lap, your body still twitching with aftershocks.
“Hush,” he purred, biting your shoulder. “We’re not done.”
~~~
Dawn crept through the cracks of your cottage like a hesitant thief, painting the wreckage of the night in gold and rose. The scattered herbs, the overturned chair, the bed linens ruined beyond saving. Your body was limp, aching in places you hadn’t known could ache, every breath a shaky testament to his thoroughness.
Alucard moved like liquid shadow in the growing light. He was effortless and unhurried, his muscles flexing as he gathered you into his arms. The mess between your thighs glistened, proof of his relentless attention, but his touch was tender now as he cleaned you with a damp cloth, his movements precise.
"I hope I did not break you," he whispered when you winced, his thumbs massaging the tension from your inner thighs. "You did so well."
Alucard knew the pain of heartbreak, of betrayal. He knew the importance of the gift you had given him. He’d taken blood from too many to count, but something about the lingering pink between your legs made his heart throb, it made him delirious with the need to protect you.
He would not break this oath.
The morning caught the edges of his profile. It showed the sharp line of his jaw, the gold of his lashes. For a moment, he looked almost human. Then he smirked, pressing a kiss to your knee.
"Rest," he said, "While I rebuild your bed."
You groaned. "Monster."
His laughter was the last thing you heard before sleep took you.
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 “darling”, “dear”, “da draga mea” (“yes my dear” 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, he’s not a monster…as 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."
“Who the hell are you-“ you question in fright at his fanged teeth.
He gave a slight frown, eyes shifting a bit as he studied you.
“This is my home, your wounds…you’ve been here just short of a day.”
He explained, keeping his distance to not further frighten you- pointing to your abdomen.
“You're- a vampire?!!”
He chuckled slightly, not amused by the fear in your eyes but understanding your reaction”
"Half vampire, actually” He went on, “But I mean you no harm, you have my word."
“You could be lying”.
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.”
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 aren’t 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.
“I didn’t know vampires had morality.” 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.
“I’ve had my share of…distasteful humans. But your horse made a good case for you, you know.”
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.
“Can I see them?” 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.
“How do they feel?” He asks, taking all the bandages off and reaching to the nightstand for more.
“Fine” 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.
“It's a bit annoying…” 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.”
“Like what-?” You retort.
“That.” 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 wasn’t something you think you’d 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 couldn’t 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.
“How long will they take to heal?” 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.”
“Okay- well, if it's fine i'll return to my town then by tomorrow.”
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-“
“I don't wish to bother you any longer- you've already helped me enough.” You state. You’ve 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.”
“It's still an inconvenience…”
He lets out an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're insufferable, you know that?” It's not an inconvenience. You're my responsibility now, whether you like it or not.”
You let out an equally annoyed huff, but you don’t bother to object anymore, clearly stuck and indefensible.
“Fine”. 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.
“Wait!” You shout.
He pauses in the doorway, turning to look at you.
"Yes?"
“What’s your name?”
“Alucard”, 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.
“Is it evening already?”
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."
“I can't just sleep all day.”
"Yes, you can”…He continues, trying to push through without the conversation. “You'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.
“That's rude...”
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."
“I'm just tired of sleeping so much...”
“Well I can’t just let you run around and frolick can I?”
You pout again, knowing he’s right but not wanting to agree out of…pettiness.
He shakes his head and sighs, “Stay here, I’ll bring you some food”.
“Yeah sure i’ll stay! No problem Doctor!” You say with fringed enthusiasm. “Can’t really go run and frolick can I…?” You mumble after.
“I heard that.” He says as he walks out, making you chuckle a bit.
As you wait, your stomach growls even more, wondering what kind of food you’ll be given. With all the wealth and luxury displayed in just the small portion of the castle you’ve been limited to witness- you had set your expectations high….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.
“Are you hands broken all of a sudden? Do you need me to feed you?” 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.
“Fattening me up so you can eat me?” 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 and…your head tilts away swiftly.
“Oh gods- you don’t even need to fatten me that’s gonna kill me first!” You say as you shake your head.
“What? Stop being dramatic. It’s just bread, here” He says, tilting your head back toward his face and the bread.
“Where did you get that? Did my horse produce it?!”
Alucard furrows his brows and scoffs.
“I made this…it took a while by the way.”
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.
“Oh…”
He sighs, “Is it really that bad..? What do you humans even eat besides bread and beer?”
You scoot back a bit, creating a good distance away from the bread.
“Is this- just chicken stock?” You ask, trying to find any kind of compliment to give him.
He looks at you deadpanned, and you have to stifle a smile.
“I should have gave that carrot to the damn horse…” He mumbled before getting up to leave with the tray.
“Wait wait!” You laugh as you protested, waving your arms back up to urge him to stay.
“I’ll try it…since you went out of your way.”
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 bread…and 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 wasn’t 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 you’re 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.
“I never got your name, now that I think about it. I think I’d like to know what to address you as.”
You hesitate for a moment- but it’s the least you could offer, formality wise.
“Y/n.” You respond.
He replies in almost a whisper.
"Goodnight, Y/n." He smiles.
He won’t be going to bed anytime soon but he hopes your rest is committed.
“Goodnight, Alucard.”
Again is the shut of the door, and you know you won’t 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. It’s 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.
“Goodmorning”, you hear from the vampire, chuckling as he sees you stretch. “Sleep well?”.
You reply with a nod, yawning greatly before giving him a “Mhm”.
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.
“Thank you”, you reply, trying to fill the empty space between you two, even if it’s 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.
“Do you think, I can go outside now? Maybe for a walk.” 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t cruel or unreasonable.
“Thank you, will you join me?” 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?"
“Well i've never been to this part of the country- i’m 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.
“Do you happen to have any clothes?” You ask, wanting to get into something more fresh compared to your tattered and messy clothing.
"Yes, I think I do. Stay here.” 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 didn’t want to overstep- didn’t 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.
“What…you look like you want to say something.” You ask.
He looks back into your eyes as he’s snapped out of his thoughts.
“Sorry- sorry…no you look fine. It’s just that” He rambled on, “The clothes belonged to my mother, they suite you.”
Your brows rise at the information and your stomach drops a bit- feeling sorrow for him in his dark undertones. But you stay silent.
“Alright”, he continues, draping a red scarf around your neck.
“Keep this on, it’s cold in the mornings.” 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. He’s 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."
“No, it’s beautiful. Really.” You assure, taking everything in as you finally get to explore the place you’ve 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 building’s 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, doesn’t 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.
“A little”, 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.
He’s 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.
“Would you like to go back inside now?” 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?” He asks softly.
You nod, happy that he’s willing to indulge you in just a bit more time outside.
You can’t 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.
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, “Thank you”. You whisper.
“Of 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 you’re 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.
“Yeah, sorry” You reply, handing him back his jacket, “you just forgot this”.
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, “I also didn't realize.” 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.
“Reading?”
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.
“What, uhm- kind of things?” 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 he’s 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 he’s had of you since the moment he found you on the back of his horse.
"Yes, that. And other things." He slips in quietly.
“You should rest, you’re not well enough to be up for so long.” He says a bit more sternly.
You furrow your brows a bit in unease, wishing he elaborated.
“Right.” 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."
“It’s fine-“ 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 aren’t 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 he’ll 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.
“Fuck it?” You think to yourself, just go. “Just get up…walk over to him and figure it out? Right?” 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.
“…Hi.” 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.
“I was also going to find you.” 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.”
"Were you?"
“Yeah well- it's evening so I figured you'd want to check up on me again.” 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 that’s 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.
He’s aware of how close he is to you, how intimate the situation is, how for the past few days that he’s 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.
“You look worried....”
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.
“It's okay- it just stings a little”. 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.
“Hold onto me, I’ll help you up.” 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 it’s ever been- the feeling of almost embracing you was too much for him to handle.
You clear your throat, leaning back against the bedpost, “Earlier today...in the library...”, you go on.
He perks back up, “Yes? What about it?”
“I'm sorry if i seemed too insistent, you probably wanted to be alone”…
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 someone…”
You smile back, “Me too.”
He returns your easygoingness, “You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"
“I'm not, it's making me feel better too.”
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."
“I hope to be”, you reply wittingly.
“Honesty 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 thought…Especially about my bread.”
You roll your eyes place and scoff, “I’ll never hear the end of it from you.”
“I’m still hurt.” 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.” He adds on quickly.
You nod, opening the door as he walks out into the doorway.
“Goodnight, dear.” He says politely.
You respond with a kiss on his cheek, quick and gentle.
“Goodnight.” 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 won’t 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. It’s almost noon, and he wants to make sure you’re 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?"
“I don’t really remember it-“ You say in a defeated tone, more annoyed than anything.
"Okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen."
“Thank you”, you say with a faint smile, his hand now on your shoulder.
"Of course.“ He glances over at the tray of food he brought in.
"I brought you some breakfast. You should eat something. It’ll take your mind off it perhaps?”
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."
“Sorry- i'm just- still waking up”
He chuckles softly, amused by your sleepy state “It'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?"
“Oh- yes I think so”, 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."
“A few more days...alright”. You start to think to yourself, wondering what'll happen then- considering that you’ll have no need to stay here once you’re 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?”, 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?"
“I know…” 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.” He says with a gentle expression.
“Yeah- yeah I know.” 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 can’t seem to remember what made you feel so ill.
“Do you ever get nightmares?” You ask Alucard.
He looks to face you- a bit unprepared for your question but honest.
“At times, they seem more like recollections than fantasies of my mind.”
You furrow your brows, looking done at your food and playing around with it.
“I can’t remember what I was even dreaming about- but it’s a strange feeling.”
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?”
You feel your brows scrunch up and your body lighten- as if he’s 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 weren’t 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."
“Sorry...I guess I just haven't had someone hug me in a long time.”
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.
“I’ll give you some space. I’ll be in the library, if you need anything.” 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 it’s 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 yesterday’s 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.
“Rude…” 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 you’re 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.
“What’s wrong?” 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 can’t 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.
“Nothing, you've just….been on that page for a while. You can’t read can you? Tell me the truth.” 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.
“No no it’s okay, lots of people can’t read you know. Don’t be embarrassed”, 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.
“Hey!” You exclaim, “you invited me to sit here”, 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.
“This is not fair at all!” You exclaim, watching him dodge your attacks with ease.
“That seems like a personal issue, yes?” 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 course…to your disadvantage, you can’t 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 don’t 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.
“Alucard…?” You whisper softly.
He doesn’t look at you, eyes still glued to your flushed cheeks and the staggered breathe that escapes from your mouth.
“Hm?” He responds, finally flickering his eyes up to look at you.
“Yes dear?”
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.
“Stop me…please, please stop me if you don’t want this…Stop me, I won’t be able to stop myself.” 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.
“Alucard-“ 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.
“You….can drink, if you want to.” 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 shouldn’t 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.” He murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.
You shake your head, holding his chin and tangling your fingers in his hair.
“I want to feel it…feel you.”
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.
“May I?” 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.
“Fuck-“ 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?"
“Can you blame me…?”
"No," he murmurs. "Because I want you to be. I want you desperate and needy for me…burn for me, like I burn for you.” 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.
“Stay still”, he whispers, his voice much more playful now. “Let me check the rest of these wounds? Yes?” 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.
“Draga mea…you’re stunning.” 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.
“Alucard…please-“
He looks back up at you, cutting you off before you can beg.
“Adrian. I need you to call me that now.” He says, placing a kiss on your core through the fabric.
“Okay?” 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
“Adrian- I’m-!” 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. “You’re so beautiful when you cum. I want to make you do it over, and over.” 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.
“What do I do to you?” 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.
“You make me want things I never thought I could have. Things I don’t 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.
“I almost want to keep you here. Just for myself- look at how selfish you’ve made me, draga mea”. 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?"
“Yes- please, need more Adrian.” 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.
“You’re doing so well, keep going for me. Breathe…Fuck- just like that.”
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.
“Fuck- it's so...” 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.”
You whine softly- felling each thrust hammer into you even deeper as he urges you to speak.
“So...fucking good...” 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?”
You can’t 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."
“So close- Adrian!”
He can feel your body trembling beneath him, your breathing ragged and uneven
“Come for me, darling” he whispers, his voice smooth and sickly sweetened. "I've got you. I'll take care of you. Just like I’ve been doing, yes?”
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.
“A-Adrian-“ 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.
He’s 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 you’ve 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, “love you…Adrian-! I love you…” 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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content disclaimers ╱╱ twtp links. rough sex (p in v). oral (m&f receiving). fingering. tit fucking. fem!reader.
YOU HAVE (1) MESSAGE UNREAD !⠀⠀♡⠀⠀don't go through this w/o headphones i am BEGGING you 😭😭 this was mostly to clear out my twt bookmarks :p 18&below do not interact please and thank you!”
ა✦໒⠀:⠀you can only stay serious for so long before you starting goofing around during the deed.
I gotta be honest, I like the idea of Alucard being entirely sterile since he's a dhampir. like imagine it: he could cum inside of you as many times as he pleased and you'd never have to have the fear of getting pregnant eventually.
it sounds like a literal dream come true! he would be able to bend you over any surface in the castle, hands groping over your body as he thrusts into you from behind, fangs grazing across your back as he pants against your skin. he would be able to fill you with so much cum, watching as it drips out of your fluttering hole. he'd be able to push it back into you and force you to keep it inside all without fear of having a child as a consequence.
Adrian Alucard Tepes diving into that pussy like it's water hcs pls I love vampires 🤤(Castlevania)
Alucard x Reader - Oral HCs
♡ NSFW, fem reader, oral->fem receiving, hair pulling, one mention of blood, biting, overstimulation ♡
note: I've never watched Castlevania so it might be ooc but here ya go kitty Kat 🙃 (happy early birthday again lol)
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🩸 Alucard who is so accustomed to the taste of blood that he experiences a new form of culture shock when he tastes your pussy for the first time
🩸 Alucard who smirks against your folds when he feels you tugging on his long pale locks, pulling his face closer to your cunt
🩸 Alucard who stays between your legs for hours on end, drinking up your juices like it's water and not stopping even when you're overstimulated like hell
🩸 Alucard who softly sinks his teeth into your thighs and leaves his mark on your skin when you ask for a small break — and Alucard who intentionally accidentally bites your ass in the process
🩸 Alucard who nibbles on your clit and threatens to bite it if you don't stop squirming around
🩸 Alucard who slips his tongue inside your pussy because he "likes the way you clench around every part of him"
🩸 Alucard who gives you gentle licks as he feels you relaxing underneath him — and Alucard who falls asleep between your thighs, his jaw sore and thirst quenched
Castlevania vampires react to you squirting(+Soma)
The Trevor one can be found here!
Mdni! Adults only please!
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Alucard leans his head back with a down right pornographic moan, his long blonde hair a mess and sticking to his sweaty forehead and cheeks. His pupils turn into slits like a predator watching his prey, but those golden eyes never stray from your messy pussy.
“Such an intoxicating sight…again, please, my love, let me see you make a mess again.”
He’s desperate, he needs to see your cunt squirt again, make a mess on his cock once more, let him know how good he’s making you feel. Your high pitched cries have him purring, burying his face into your neck for a brief moment to kiss your marked skin, to lavish you in his love.
Alucard is addicted, his gentle and loving touches grow more feverish, needy, overwhelmed by his want and desire for you. To see your pussy gush on him once more.
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Soma’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you squirt on his face, his hips rutting against the bed beneath him creaming his pants. But he can’t stop, he needs this, needs you, needs to taste more of your slick. You cry, hands threaded in his white hair as you tug and pull on it, unsure wheather to pull him closer or push him away.
His hands on your thighs, holding tightly onto you, shoving his face impossibly closer to your pussy. Soma pulls his inhumanly long tongue from your wildly clenching hole, to place a wet kiss to your pulsing clit.
“Fuck, I love you. Love your pussy..haaa…so, so good, mm.” He’s drunk off your messy heat.
Soma often gets pussy drunk, easily forgetting himself when he finally has alone time with you, but when your pussy gushes all over his face? He’s cumming so hard, and he needs to have it happen again.
You have him wrapped around your finger.
Anything you want, just say it and it’s yours, just please give him another.
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Dracula coos so sweetly at you, your back to his chest with your legs spread wide. His long fingers deep into your wet pussy, with his thumb teasing your pulsing clit helping you ride your sloppy high. His red eyes watching your juices spray against his hand, making a filthy and lewd display for him.
“You did so well for me, my dear.”
You’re gasping for air, desperate to catch your breath from such an earth shattering orgasm. Dracula chuckles as you practially melt into him, going boneless in his grasp. Your eyelids feel so heavy, yet you can’t look away from Dracula’s hand, watching him pull it away from your sensitive cunt, just to bring his slick covered hand to his mouth, licking it clean of your juices.
The vampire groans, eyes fluttering shut at the delectable taste. He’d go down on you, service your pretty pussy and take you on his cock, but he’s already had you here so long.
“Let us get you washed, love.”
“But you haven’t-“
“Hush, I can service myself. Perhaps after some rest we can continue, although,” a purr rumbles through his chest as he leans his face closer to your neck, “I do hope you’ll make such a pretty mess for me again.”
CW/tags: Biting, vampires, blood, unprotected p in v, alucard is your husband (slay), alucard tepes x reader, ~600 words
AN: Doing a little catch-up! Enjoy!
Your husband didn’t often indulge himself. Yes, at times he enjoyed the finer things in life, given his aristocratic upbringing, but he didn’t usually take advantage in all the ways he was capable. It was simply never in his nature to take.
Given that, as a dhampir, he usually only partook in human food. In all your years of marriage, he had never indulged in the divine nectar of your human form. He was thoughtful in that way- never wanting to break a boundary, always cautious of crossing lines.
The two of you were making love, his cock buried deep inside you, nudging your cervix. It felt perfect, every caress of his skin sending you into a frenzy. His gold eyes flash with something strange. Desire, yes. Need. But also hunger. He leans in and presses his lips to yours- hard, desperate, and full of a ravenous ferocity you rarely saw from him. “Adrian-“ you gasp in between his thrusts and shared breath.
“Yes, my darling?” he purrs.
“Please-“
“Please what? Use your words, pretty girl.”
“Bite me.”
He pauses in his movements, looking down at you.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
He makes a soft, thoughtful humming sound.
“I trust you to be honest… but I’m also unsure if you’re aware of what you’re getting into. Once I taste you it’ll be hard to stop.”
You simply nod, a silent consent to be his in this new and unique way.
He pulls out, kissing down your body. Soft, gentle touches that make you shiver. His lips press against your hip, then your inner thigh, then your needy cunt. He flattens his tongue, dragging it along your folds at a painfully slow pace. You rut up against him reflexively, your body naturally seeking him out. You let out a whine as he pulls away to kiss your thighs again. You watch as he hesitates before his fangs sink into your thigh. He looks up at you as he slowly bites down, his pupils darkening his beautiful golden eyes. It hurts. God, it hurts so badly that your eyes sting with tears. But there’s also this warmth spreading throughout your body, this dumb, comfortable fuzziness that overwhelms you. A moan escapes your lips between hiccuped cries, your body unable to process all of the beautiful, all-encompassing feelings. He pulls away, his lips stained with your blood. His tongue flicks out, lapping up the crimson rivulets beading from the punctures on your thigh.
“Was that alright, my love?” he asks gently.
You nod, your breathing ragged as you look down at him.
He kisses back up your body, each gentle caress of his lips a love letter to you. His body rejoins yours, his long, beautiful cock slipping inside your soaked cunt. He fucks you in slow, deep thrusts, every nudge making your eyes roll back into your head. His fangs graze your neck, the sharp points tickling your skin. This time, he’s less uncertain, biting down with an animalistic fervor you’ve never seen from him. Those beautiful eyes flutter shut in his blissful state, his lashes fanning across his pale cheeks. You moan as he drinks from you, slow, loving thrusts rocking inside of you. He moans against your neck, buried in the ecstasy of you. You flutter around him, letting out a sweet whimper. He pulls away, looking up at you with reverence. Witnessing his perfection, feeling his divinity, sends you teetering over the edge, an explosion of pleasure overwhelming you. He follows not long after, fucking his hot cum into your aching cunt.
“Thank you, my darling,” he whispers between soft kisses.
