By scent alone
FANDOM: Gachiakuta AU.
PAIRING/STARRING: Vampire!Tamsy Caines (Tamuji Keinzu) x witch!fem!reader.
WORD COUNT: 1930.
SUMMARY: Tamsy has been around for centuries, thinking nothing can surprise him or tempt him.
CONTENT: DARK! Angst, unprotected smut (NONCON! Somno, oral fem rec, mating press), violence (fighting back, biting, hitting), blood, open ending. Unbetaed.
A/N: This was requested by Anon: “Hello~ may I ask for something with like a vampire Zanka or Tamsy? Maybe reader is a witch that he caught the scent of and now wants to keep since its unlike anything hes been around ?” Anon also gave me the green light to make it dark and deranged so here goes! As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog - that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
By scent alone
--- Tamsy’s PoV ---
It feels to him like he’s been struck by lightning – a sudden clarity that makes all else fall away while only it remains. The scent. It’s like nothing he has ever smelled before: sweet and fresh but most of all...pure.
His head whips around so fast he can feel the vertebrae crack but he doesn’t care. Tamsy just has to find the source...but the scent diffuses as surely as the sun must rise and he’s none the wiser.
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Tamsy has been back every night to the street, wandering slowly as if he’s just enjoying an evening stroll while in reality he’s trying to find the heavenly scent again. Days have passed. Weeks. And he’s almost given up when he is overwhelmed by it once more but this time he can pinpoint its origins: a woman, youthful in an ethereal way and more beautiful than any he’s ever laid eyes on. Perfect, in other words.
In his mind, he had gone over a long list of scenarios as to what to do when he found whoever gave off the scent but of course he dismisses them now as he turns and follows her.
Down the main street and, at a distance, onto less crowded roads. From the shadows, he sees which door she slips through and he remains hidden until a light is turned on up in the building and he can see her silhouette there.
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Night after night, forgoing other meals even if they were easier, Tamsy is studying the woman. He knows he must have her. Taste her. Fuck her. Maybe even turn her?
She lives alone. Good thing too considering what she’s up to while the world is asleep.
Tamsy has heard about them, in folk lore and tall tales similar to those depicting his kin. But while he knew vampires existed even before he was turned hundreds of years ago, he has never encountered one like her before. A witch. Not an evil crone like in the stories but gorgeous and kind, using her magic to help the people of the city as best she can without being discovered. And yes, Tamsy has half a mind to out her anonymously – then he could sweep in and save her in the last moment, placing her in his debt...but then he wouldn’t be his secret.
His.
His.
From his place in the shadows on the building on the other side of the narrow alley, he can see into her apartment. See her work her magic gently. See her eat her meals. Undress and dress. Sleep the few hours she needs.
And when she’s not there, he trails her. Close enough to pick up her scent and hear the sound of her voice when she speaks. It’s maddening. More than once, he is tempted to grab her then and there but he needs it to be controlled. Perfect. So he remains in the shadows.
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No matter where he is, Tamsy’s mind is occupied by the woman. He doesn’t know her name yet...doesn’t mind not knowing it, actually, as he is certain they will choose a new name for her when the time comes. And that night is nearing fast.
Shimmying the pathetic lock on the front entrance, Tamsy quickly has gotten access to the apartment building. It’s easy to figure out which door is hers and an obstacle he had dreaded evaporates, leaving only a lopsided smile on his face at the sight of the words on the doormat:
WELCOME – COME IN
“Don’t mind if a do,” he whispers to the night air.
As kind as the doormat is, however, the owner has still locked the door, so Tamsy has to set to work once more with the lock picking tools. It only lasts a few minutes before the lock clicks but it feels like an eternity to him.
Then comes the real test. Sure, the mat extends an invitation, technically speaking, but he isn’t certain the ages old unwritten rules care about technicalities and so he more than half expects to be met by an invisible barrier when he steps over the threshold...but nothing stops him.
He wants to laugh. Wants to punch the air in gleeful celebration. Instead, he closes and relocks the door behind him quietly.
It is strange to stand in her home after having observed it for so long from outside, and Tamsy takes a moment to study the place better: the herbs hanging from the ceiling by the far wall, the stove with full jars on one side and empty ones on the other, the mortar on the table that only has two chairs. Despite the concoctions she brews, her scent is present in the air, making him inhale deeply until he’s dizzy with want.
Then he goes to one of two doors leading on. The one he doesn’t choose holds the small bathroom. The other hides her bedroom where she is, peacefully sleeping.
Pushing the door up, he sees her figure under the too thin cover to hide her shape. He is also hit my the full power of her scent, concentrated by her presence and potent enough to knock him to his knees.
I can feel the reaction in his body like a strong pulse. Beat by beat, it wakes the hunger in him and rouses a primal need in him. His clothes become hot and stifling, his pants uncomfortably tight as all of him reacts. Undressing quietly, he ignores the way the light from outside illuminate the scars on his body, instead keeping his eyes on the price who still is sleeping, oblivious to what is about to happen.
Once naked, Tamsy gives his cock a few pumps, making sure he is fully prepared. Then he tiptoes to the bed.
The cover is thin, giving away the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. She is wrapped in shadows as if the world tries to protect her from him – but the darkness is no hinder to him so he can admire her freely. She sighs in her sleep, pulling a leg up to the side as if to welcome him to her core.
Resolutely but slowly, he pulls the cover off her, discovering that all she wears are panties. It almost makes it too easy but who is he to complain. The cool night air envelops her body and a wave of goosebumps spread across her skin, making her nipples pucker and her face distort into a light frown until she gets used to the change in temperature.
Mine. Tamsy smiles diabolically. Hungrily.
Taking up a space by her feet, he leans towards her and carefully slips his fingertips around the edge of the panties. Then, bit by bit, he begins to pull them down, gently pushing her leg straight until he can get them off her completely and toss them towards his own pile of clothes for safekeeping – but not without having buried his nose in the thin fabric and inhaled deeply.
Her skin is soft as he grabs her thighs, fingers making divots in the plushness as he pushes the legs apart to bare her.
And he can’t wait anymore! Bending, he plants the gentlest of kisses on her mound almost as an excuse for what is about to happen...and then he licks a broad stripe along the edge of the folds, making her breath stutter. Instead of stopping, Tamsy keeps going: licking, suckling, nibbling. And somehow she still sleeps even as her breathing picks up and her little moans begin to break free from her chest, spurring him on.
His own saliva mixes with her juices after a little while. Like the most delicious nectar, it wets his lips and tongue and does absolutely nothing to satiate the need that’s burning him up. Rutting against the mattress slowly, he knows he’s staining the sheet but he doesn’t care, just wants to bring her to completion once before taking her fully.
She’s writhing now, so he has to hold on to her hips. She’s so close.
“Aaah!”
It’s a guttural moan that escapes her as her cunt clamps around nothing, her clit throbbing against his tongue.
“Wh-ooh!”
She’s awake, thrust into consciousness by the orgasm.
Tamsy smiles against her cunt, lapping up her juices before swiftly moving to press her legs against her chest with one arm and his body while using the free hand to align himself. He looks down at her. Sees the ecstasy make place for fear at the realization of what’s happening.
She struggles. Tries to move away but is unable to because he is stronger, holding her in place as he sinks into her heat. Tight and wet and warm.
“Nononono,” she wails, slapping at any part of him she can reach.
But regardless of her conscious struggle, her cunt welcomes him greedily. As he bottoms out, her eyes roll back and her body becomes pliant for a moment, granting him the opportunity to revel in the feeling. She’s made for him.
Of course, the peace is only momentary and when she can master her own body at least somewhat, she begins to fight back again: pushing at him, trying to kick him off.
“Take it,” he growls coldly, “or it’ll be worse for you.”
She isn’t listening but keeps struggling and a particularly forceful shove nearly has his cock slipping out.
Frustrated, he slaps her backhanded across the cheek, stunning her into submission. “I’ll make it good for you if you lie still.”
Huge eyes that already are full of fear start to brim with tears but at least she stops struggling and Tamsy can focus on what he wants.
The thrusts are shallow at first, meant to gauge her reactions even as she tries to hide it. She can’t. He feel every clench and flutter of her cut, smells her arousal strengthening again, hears her breath stutter when his fat cockhead passes the right spot.
Soon, rather than pushing him away, she’s holding on to him while strangled moans and whimpers escape her.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against her throat.
He is nuzzling against her pulse point and it’s making his fangs throb with a different sort of hunger.
“Nnnno,” she cries softly, repulsed by the path her body is taking her on. “I don’t want to...”
“But you will,” Tamsy promises.
He readjusts the hold of her legs so he only needs one hand, the other pushing between their bodies until he has found her clit. Rubbing circles on it, he brings her to a second orgasms fast and as she tumbles over the edge, he follows.
It is instinct that makes him do it: fangs extend, lips curls back, and he bites into her smooth neck to make blood spring forth. A part of him knows that he’ll never have anything as perfect as this again – the blinding rush of the orgasm mixed with the deliciousness of her blood as he slurps it up. Drinking eagerly, he has to fight every instinct in his body to stop in time. Licking over the wound to make sure not a drop is wasted, he looks at her through a haze.
She’s no longer struggling. No longer saying anything. Big, wet eyes are blinking slowly, matching the unnatural calm of her breath.
“See,” Tamsy sighs, “wasn’t this easier?” He doesn’t expect an answer and is given none. But it doesn’t deter him. “You’ll learn to enjoy it in time.”
