Rebis
kemen Vampire: Faust x Reader 18 + #NSFW
choking, religious themes, bondage Faust gets a dose of his own medicine, and surprisingly it’s to his taste…
The control was an illusion, the silken ropes binding his wrists to the bed would be easy enough to break with his vampiric strength so it was by choice that he was letting himself be restrained, but the temptation to rip them off and take back the reigns of this experiment was painfully strong, it would be a simple feat. However, he promised he would indulge his versuchskaninchen and despite his taste for control, seeing her astride him, baring her fangs at him and playing at predator was more stimulating than he had imagined.
His eyes slowly wandered up and down her form, taking in every curve, every detail - no matter how many times he saw her nude, skin flushed and glowing, hair cascading wildly over her form, lips darker and eyes blown in lust, it never got old. He is certain that he noticed something new every time, tonight’s discovery was the subtle but sadistic glint as she looked down upon him, perhaps a mirror of his own when he gazes down at her. Hungry and desperate to be sated.
He wasn’t one to care for deities but he fancied that perhaps tonight she was his personal goddess and he wanted to pray to her, worship her, revere her with every part of his being even if that meant being her toy. Although, her game of bringing him to the edge of sanity then refusing to let him fall off the cliff was beginning to become excruciating, especially now as he felt her rub her cunt along the tip of his sensitised cock. He couldn’t even enjoy the sight of it as hands were wrapped around his throat making his head stay on the pillow while her eyes bore into his, the force of her grip was surprising, her gaze more so. Hypnotic almost.
He felt high off the mix of restricted movement, oxygen and painful pleasure, reality long slipping away and only her eyes, her body anchoring him to any sense of the earthly. Slowly she rolled her hips, letting wet folds graze along his tip, dragging him closer to bliss but not allowing him to actually enter her divine body. He was content to be a sinner, but right now he would do anything for absolution and relief.
“You look good like this Johann, like you were made to be underneath me” she purred releasing the grip on his neck allowing the air to flow back into his lungs. Stilling her hips again and pulling her warmth away from his, the cold air a stark reminder of the sudden loss, another denial. It was somewhat amusing to have his own sadism thrown back at him, he couldn’t help but laugh “Perhaps I’ve been too much of a corrupting influence on you my love, you look positively fiendish right now” he said admiringly, wanting more than anything to touch her cheek and kiss everywhere his lips can reach, but the snug ropes prevented him.
Thankfully, his goddess rewarded him with a taste of her lips, opening to allow their tongues to dance together, mixing their taste into something whole, something perfect. The thirst burnt his throat, all he could think about was wanting to drink the blood from her delicate neck and the water pouring from between her legs; although there was a little voice in the back of his mind saying it still wouldn’t sate him. To think, the terrified prey he’d cornered all those months ago had this kind of voracious, lewd appetite. What a surprising development indeed.
Now it was her hands clawing over his skin and her mouth leaving vibrant red bite marks all over him. Charles would comment on the state of his neck at breakfast, he could just hear it now because even without seeing it he could feel the mess she’d made of him, it was throbbing in places where her teeth had been. He was impressed. The bites would look deeply inappropriate with his clerical collar too, as much as he found the thought of taking confessions in this state amusing, he also had no real desire to explain the mechanics of life to the children who would of course come into play, notice and ask about it. Or he could just say he was attacked by a vampire, the irony of the lie would be delightful.
“What has you so distracted?” Her voice cutting through Faust’s unintentional reverie. Straining his neck he took in the view of her lips hovering over his abdomen “if you’re finding my attention lacking, I can always leave you to entertain yourself” she smirked lifting her lips from him and settling herself beside him, ghosting her fingers across his abs. “Forgive me mistress for I have sinned” Faust pleaded, his voice laced with desperation as his body ached for her. His body arched of its own accord looking for more touch, more heat, anything to quench the thirst ripping his sanity to shreds.
She lifted herself over him, straddling his middle so he could feel her cunt, hot, wet and wanting leaving her fluid over his torso. It was like being marked. Bringing her face to him, eyes never leaving his, she lent down for what he thought was a kiss only to be rewarded with a sharp pain through his bottom lip.
She bit him, she actually bit his lip. Not enough to make him bleed but how the tables had turned, his shock giving way to amusement. Yes, they really were made for each other.
She moved, settling her thighs either side of his head. Her cunt hovering over his face filling his nose with sweetness and musk “Show penitence lamb and perhaps you’ll be forgiven” came her voice as she lowered herself onto him. He dove into his penitent act diligently, using his nose to rub against her clit while burying his tongue deep into her as fast as he could. He was desperate to cast aside his bindings and use his fingers to open her up for him, lavish attention on every little piece of her but for now he’d have to be content with burying his face as deep as he could, diving as far as possible. Her waters poured over his face as she rode his mouth, dripping down his neck; he could feel every twitch and shiver, how her body urged his contact further. Her walls fluttering around his tongue, sight, smell, touch, vision, everything was filled with her and deeper he was being drawn in. This prayer was the most truthful one he’d ever managed. Her voice filled the air, the moans of his name paired with the creaking bed made for the most beautiful music could think of, choirs of angels be damned. This was heaven, right here between her legs, this was his salvation.
There, he could feel it. The juddering beginning to take her hips, the tone of her voice pitching higher, she was reaching her peak and he was determined to push her over. Then, before he even quite realised it she lifted away from him, her warmth replaced but cool and feeling rather bereft of her touch. He’d speculated on it over the night, but now it confirmed that it wasn’t just his orgasm being denied, but she was saving hers too.
“You did well lamb, you have earned not only forgiveness, but a reward” she whispered in his ear after taking her place back astride him. She brought her index finger to her mouth, gently sucking upon it in a way that made his cock throb. Removing in only to run it down her body and slide it between her legs, into her. Giving herself a fleeting touch, but enough to bring it out slick with her. She took the digit and used it to anoint his forehead. He thought fucking her over the alter had been sacrilege.
“Open your mouth Johann” she commanded and he did as he was compelled. She took the finger back between her legs, bringing it back slicker and gently dipped it into his mouth, running it along his teeth till she found he fangs. It only took light pressure on the pad of her finger but her blood began to flow for him. She moaned as the pleasure of the bite washed over her already aroused body and he got drunk off the little taste she gave him. Her blood, mixed with her arousal, fuck, it was almost too much to take but as he lost himself in drinking she sunk onto his cock. The sudden burst of pressure and pleasure made them both moan in unison, he bucked his hips instinctively forcing her off balance.
Her finger vanished from his mouth but before he could complain she adjusted and drew him deeper. He hissed at the sensation, and threw back his head as she began to set and unexpectedly harsh pace. Nails dug into his chest and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room, he could feel her arousal pouring onto his balls. Faster, harder, her heart was thundering over him, her body slamming into his. Hot, so very hot was her body gripping onto his, her walls squeezing his cock every time she took him deeper. He couldn’t stand to lose the feeling so he bucked, chasing her warmth, chasing that closeness. She sung his name, moaning louder and louder, echoing through the room and probably to Vald and Charles’ ears thanks to their sensitive hearing. The idea of their exhibition winding him up further; he wanted to make it clear, she was his, it was his name she moaned in the highs of pleasure. She called for him, not for God, him.
“Break them Johann, cast aside your constraints” she pleaded, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes. He didn’t need much encouragement, the silken ropes breaking with little effort. His freed hands going straight to her hips, taking control of the pace. He felt it, her walls beginning to convulse. She was going to hit her high soon and he wanted to push her into it quickly, he wanted to make her feel so much pleasure it begun to be painful. That would be his revenge.
As her cunt trembled more, he took his thumb and pressed it into the oversensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, the force on the border between pleasure and pain, sending her into bliss. She collapsed onto him, liquid pouring from her, breath shaky and he took the opportunity to switch their positions. He wasn’t far off himself, an evening of denial causing him to fuck her roughly, sinking his fangs into her neck. Pleasure hit her again, she wrapped her legs around as waist as tightly as she could and held on for dear life as he let himself go feral.
Everything was her, her body pressed into him, her blood filling his mouth making him drunk on the taste, her warmth melting him. He was filling her, as she was filling him. Everything else was gone, she was all that was left, she was his completion.
His climax hit him hard and felt like it went on forever, she fell back over the edge too. Two bodies, became one beast with two backs, breath flowed from one set of lungs to another. Their eyes locked together, and there was peace.
In the stillness that followed, the warm candle light fell across their forms, morphing and altering them, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. An erotic rebis created; the harmonious union of opposites, the sun and moon, quicksilver and sulphur as one.
One body falling into sleep.
