Phantoms in the Night // Demitri x Reader.
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! I needed to take a mental health break but I’m back. inspired by Bat Anon’s ask from @volterran-wine here is a little smut for our dear Demitri...also a little inspired by one of my favorite poems by John Keats, I Cry Your Mercy.
Warning: 18+ material ahead, no minors please and thank you! Female penertration, very sweet but with a slight corruption kink.
Pairing: Demitri x Mortal! Reader (female).
“O! Let me have thee whole, all-all-be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of your love, your kiss-those hands, those eyes
divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,
Yourself-your soul-in a pity all….”
There was a phantom roaming city in the dead of night, so they said.
Stories had been whispered in the darkness, in a search for the answers to the strangeness that had been haunting the city streets. There was a phantom, the people whispered, and he had come to steal people away. Drunkards and thieves and wanderers had been picked away by unseen hands and vanished one by one off of the streets in the night...not a drop of blood found of them, not a scream had been heard. They were simply gone.
Gone, gone, gone away into the darkness.
It had been going on for weeks now, they said, and the frightened mortals began to whisper scary stories in the night.
The lord’s serving girl had seen something creeping by her window one dark night, hovering in midair and speaking in some ancient tongue. A milkmaid had heard voices whispering in the night, a far-away voice dancing along the wind and calling her to let him in.
It was a monster, a demon, a nightmare, a phantom!
Some drunk saw a beast with red eyes, another saw a beautiful man with sharp teeth, most only saw a dancing shadow. He was haunting the city at night to steal their souls, so they said. But not a one of them knew the true story…
A fleeting shadow danced across the stone walls of the city.
The phantom had come once again, moving so quickly he could not be seen. He moved as though on raven wings, flying across the city in search of a new victim. A shatter of glass, a choked scream, a wicked laugh! He was here, the phantom, slipping through the shadows with violent grace. As he crept through the sea of frightened, shivering mortals, he was looking for something sweet...something wonderful! There upon the edge of the city were the finer houses, the homes of the wealthy and the powerful, so certain that they would be safe from fools and monsters. But their mortal powers were unlike his own and their locks and soldiers were not enough to keep him away.
There, alongside one of the glorious homes and smothered with roses, was a tower, locked up tight and silent. A shadow fluttered across dark stone, unseen my the foolish mortals as a ghost climbed up, up, up into the heavens.
There, so safely locked away, was the very thing he had searched for so desperately.
She slept soundly, curtains of lace and moonlight hiding her away from hungry eyes. A lullaby whispered through the quiet, music box humming some tangled tune. Creeping soundlessly across the stone, he gently opened the curtains with ease and joined the slumbering mortal upon the sheets of silk. How pretty she was! Something of a fairytale, a slumbering beauty and a beast sneaking into the castle...he wondered how this fairytale would end, dirty deeds fleeting through his mind. Pale hands pulled away pink sheets until the treasure hidden beneath was revealed to him. She was nude, body bare and displayed before him. Hissing in delight, cold lips kissed the crook of her ankle and slipped slowly up, up, and up her body. Plush thighs shivered beneath his kiss, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Could she sense him? Could she feel him?
The heat blooming between her thighs was proof enough, the scent of her pleasure so sweet, so intoxicating. He wondered what dreams he might be invading, something sweet and innocent turning elicit with just one touch to her supple form. Up, up along her soft belly and between the valley of her breasts he kissed, until he reached the sweetness of her neck. Beneath her soft skin was a beating, perfect pulse...it was the sound of her heart and the scent of her blood and he was shuddering with want as he came close. Red lips opened to reveal fangs, sharp and shining in the moonlight.
He hovered for a moment, taking a moment to enjoy the sweetness of her, before pouncing. Pulling her from the silken pillows, the phantom clutched the sweet mortal in his icy embrace...and pressed a soft kiss into her neck,
“Ah...”
She was beginning to awaken, dreams slipping from her pretty eyes and lashes fluttered upon slowly. Those dreams may have been sweet but what he had in store for her was so much sweeter!
“Demitri?” She whispered, as though unsure if he were a dream or a reality.
Never before had his name sounded so lovely upon someone’s lips, like some kind of magic spell. All she had to do was whisper it once and he would come to her side in an instant, fulfilling every wish and demand Y/N could ever make of him. Hands came to tangle in his hair, pulling on the dark locks gently as she opened her eyes and smiled at the midnight lover. He was real and he was hers, kissing her neck in a way that no one ever had. To preserve her precious virtue, Y/N had been locked away all of her life. They had worried, her family, about fortune hunters and lusty men.
But perhaps they should have been more worried about monsters roaming in the night.
“Darling!” Demitri moaned. “Tempting little thing...did you dream of me?”
His lips kissed the crook of her ear and Y/N leaned back, moaning once more and trying so hard to stifle herself. Demitri laughed as her eyes flickered quickly towards the door. She was worried, of course, about getting caught, the danger of which was so very real. But that only made it all the more thrilling, didn’t it? The guards marched out front, her family slumbering soundly...but any moment they could come running and, oh, how enthralling that was! He mumbled something in Greek, grinning wickedly and she moaned beneath his lips.
“What’s wrong, my darling?” He muttered. “Are you worried...are you scared that someone might stumble in as I defile you?”
Pulling away, Demitri lay Y/N upon the pillows once more and rested her gently, a delicate thing that needed so much to be cared for. And his hands, both brutal and gentle, were perfect for such a task. Rising up, he began to pull away the dark clothing he wore bit by bit, her eyes locked onto his body in anticipation.
“How terrible it would be if someone discovered your dirty little secret! Letting the dreaded phantom steal away your virtue when they’ve done so much to preserve it!”
Fools, he thought, every last one of them! Stifling such a wonderous creature, smothering her passions and beauty with their rules and fears! But he had been her savior, freeing Y/N from the chains that bound her and releasing the creature within. Moaning at the sight of him, Demitri hovered half-naked. As worried as she was right now, he could sense the pleasure burning within her body and see the want in her eyes. And he wanted her too, already so hard. His eternity as a Casanova had not brought him as much pleasure as she did, this little mortal falling into his dark world by a touch of fate and changing everything for him.
She was his ruin and his redemption all at once and Demetri...he was her phantom! Her monster and her lover!
“Do you want me?” Demitri murmured. “Do you love me?”
“Yes...yes, I love you, I want you, I worship you!”
He hissed in bliss, undressing fully and allowing those lovely eyes to rest upon his godlike form. So often she had proclaimed herself to be drunk off of his love, his inanity and ecstasy...he delighted in it, worshiping Y/N with the same devotion of a wild cult.
“Then you must be quiet, darling, lest they invade our church.”
He pulled her into a deep kiss, smothering her moans with his lips. Soft, warm hands traveled across his sculpted body, moving across his chest to play with his nipples before traveling to the mound of trimmed dark hair. He was already hard for her, aching and throbbing beneath her touch, but Y/N could not resist playing with him a little bit more. And could anyone blame her? Very few mortals would ever have the satisfaction of having a vampire in the palm of their hands, weak and wanting just for them. But here he was, moaning and whispering her name as she pumped his cock until it dripped in her hands, pearls of pre-cum staining the pink sheets.
“Y/N!”
A hand rose to her lips, licking away the pearly drops from her fingers. At once Demitri was losing control, taking her hand and kissing the sweet skin before stealing her lips once again. She was not the only one who could play games...and Y/N was sure to find that Demitri played to win. Cool hands slipped between quivering thighs, discovering the slick heat within. She moaned louder then she meant to, quickly covering her lips with a shaking hand. Already she was so wet, so ready for him! Playing with her clit, Y/N felt the fire burning as two fingers slipped inside of her. For so long, something like this had been her dirty little secret, her own fingers diving deeply into her folds as she muffled her moans...but he had changed that.
Like an incubus, Demitri has slipped from her darkest dreams and showed her pleasure that she could have never imagined.
His pace was steady and slow, fingers pumping in and out as Y/N moaned for him and only him. A third finger joined them, stretching the walls of sweet velvet a little farther. He needed her prepared tonight, ready to take him fully. And she was so close to being there, thighs slick and body hot as his pace grew a little faster.
“Demitri!”
Glancing once more at the door, the vampire could not help but tease her a little bit. Fingers curled within her, hitting that special spot as she moaned.
“What was that?” Demitri whispered. “Did you hear that?”
She whimpered, twisting beneath him. Her dear heart jumped with fear but he didn’t dare to stop pleasuring her, only thrusting faster into her. She was closer now, he realized, the pleasure burning and bubbling and threatening to fall apart.
“Do you think someone could be listening...hovering outside the bedroom door, listening as you fall into temptation!”
Try as you might, Y/N could not muffle her moans. As she bit down upon her bottom lips and implored herself to be quiet, to be calm, Demitri was bringing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Too many nights had been spent just like this and he knew her body all too well. Clutching the silk sheets in desperation, it was too much and too good and, oh, he knew it! He loved it! He loved watching her fall apart into pieces until she was a mess, just for him...just for him!
The scent of her blood, so addictive and lovely, filled the air.
In a blissful haze, Y/N had bitten through her lip and at once Demitri’s fingers left her empty and wanting, slipping from within her as he rose to meet her lips. Kissing her, a cold tongue licked away the blood as she moaned into his kiss...and at the same time, his hands grasped her thighs as he positioned himself just right. Throbbing cock meeting her entrance, Y/N whimpered as he pulled away.
“I love you,” Demitri murmured.
And just like that he was kissing her again, his cock thrusting into as she screamed into his lips. Before he was steady, slow, almost gentle. But now Demitri was rough and wonderous, cock pounding into with inhuman strength. She was so perfect, cock filling her completely as though she was made just for this, just to be his lover...how shocked her slumbering family would be! How furious to know that their perfect daughter had been defiled by such a beast...and that she had wanted it!
Because it was her who had opened the window that night and all of the nights that followed, enticing the vampire inside. It was her who had kissed him and touched him and begged for his touch.
And it was Y/N, his lover and goddess, that was moaning into his lips and clawing at his back, nails raking against smooth stone and he filled her inch by glorious inch. She was close and he was too, the pleasure beginning to burn in an unbearable heat. His lips were on her neck again and she was struggling to say quiet now, wanting so much to lose herself in the passion. His name slipped from her lips like a prayer and she begged for the vampire to fill her completely, to make her his and his alone.
“Say it!” Demitri hissed. “Say it again!”
She knew what he wanted to hear, what he always wanted to hear.
It was the vow she had made that first night together, after so long of stealing kisses and sneaking around. Pulling his dark hair, Y/N moaned as sounds shifted outside. She tried to listen for footsteps or voices, warning signs of someone growing close and threatening their sanctuary...but no one came and she was lost in bliss, lips on her neck and cock thrusting harder.
“I belong to you,” Y/N gasped. “I am yours! Body and soul, heart and mind. I belong to you and only you, Demitri.”
“And I to you.”
Pleasure found her and she fell apart, cumming harder then she ever had before. Fingers and fantasies were nothing like the magnificence that was Demitri as he brought her into dark, delicious passions. Silencing her with his lips, he swallowed her moans as her body clenched around him, slick staining the sheets as Y/N came for him. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. And he was falling apart, unable to hold back any longer. Pining her wrists to the bed, Demitri filled her with one final thrust and moaned as he came, seed spilling into her. That precious name fell from his lips in a flurry of passion, claws tearing into pink silk and leaving it in pretty little shreds.
“Y/N!”
Shuddering with emotion, he fell beside with a blissful smile. There was no one like her, no pleasure like this. If he was a god then she were a goddess in disguise, waiting to be uncovered and brought to life. There was a moment of silence and they lay there together, Demitri listening to her heart...one day it would beat no more and she would be like him, this he had promised. But tonight he was a monster and she a mortal, huddled in the darkness after such perfect passion.
He waited to hear if he’d been caught, preparing to flee with her...but tonight the world was quiet and they were safe.
Raising up, Y/N took her place on her throne, settling onto his laps. He tried to rise to meet her but she pushed him back, a hand on his chest as Demitri fell back onto shredded silk with a grin. If she wanted more then he was happy to give it to her, fulfilling her prayers until the morning light came like a golden prison.
One day it wouldn’t be like this.
One day they would be far, far from this prison and her mortal life would be over, something glorious and cruel and beautiful standing in her place. But tonight...tonight her hands were running across his bare chest and he was whispering her name. The worship was not yet over.
Not until the moon and stars fell away would he leave his love.
