What about vampire!geta smut?
oh absolutely! hope you enjoy ♡ this is absolute indulgence, btw. — warnings: implied hypnotism / semi-dubious consent / themes of ownership and servitude / submissive reader / public sex / blood.
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the raucous crowds of the people in attendance of yet another brutal game is not enough to sway your attention away from your emperor geta. he's sat on one of the ornate thrones at the front of the box, appearing as regal as ever in the protection of the shade. your bare knees have made an imprint upon the velvet cushions from where you take your rightful spot beside geta's knee.
he's got a hand in your hair, his ringed fingers stroking through while you rest your cheek upon his thigh, your gaze barely lifting high enough to look above the balcony to catch a glimpse of the action below. but it's no matter for your eyes will always drift up to him. tracing his features with your gaze, your fingers itch to touch him. his pale complexion, his strong jaw, strawberry blond hair.
"is my petal bored?"
the immediate servants nearby tense up, concern for you evident in their eyes. after all, it's been only a month since you've been one of them, a month since geta's eyes landed on you and decided you now belong to him and him alone.
you smile languidly at him, your eyes maintaining a red sheen as you shake your head. "of course not, your majesty. i am very content." he chuckles at your reply, wholly amused. the people around you release a quiet sigh of relief.
geta admires you for a moment before he leans back upon his throne. a confident smirk grows upon his lips, his legs spreading with a pat upon his thigh. you're hungry enough to move, legs unsteady as you rise from the position you've been in for nearly an hour.
something gruesome happens behind you, a gladiator impaling a teammate onto a rhino, but your attention belongs to your emperor. he watches you wobble on your knees before he takes pity, a large hand gripping your waist to guide you upon his thigh.
"you smell divine," he murmurs under his breath. he has your legs thrown over one arm of his seat, a strong arm curling around the back of your waist with his hands splayed possessively along the side of your hips. your robes will wrinkle but neither of you have a care for it, just allowing the slits of your garments to pool between your thighs when they part for geta's wandering hand. "have you gotten sweeter, petal?"
the pad of his finger coaxes your dripping slit to part beneath his touch, teasing your folds before he brings up both his index and middle to suck your slick off. his gaze bores into yours while your lips part in sweet desire, brows furrowing. the red in your eyes bloom. "oh, emperor—" you breathe out.
the people in the stands have no clue in the world but the ambassadors and high ranking officials behind you do, earning you both an audience whether they like it or not. it's the last thing on your mind, however, when geta's got two fingers deep in your waiting cunt while he kisses along your jaw. his teeth graze your skin, not quite breaking skin while he rasps in your ear.
"bare your neck for me, petal."
his breath is uncomfortably cold against the thin skin below your jaw, your blood rising up to bring forth a blush along the side of your neck. to anyone else, it'd be charming. to geta, it's dinner.
"good girl," he croons. soft moans spill from your lips and the high officials around you shift in their tunics. "deep breath now." it's all the warning you have before his canines break skin, flooding his mouth with your sweet blood. it's messy and obscene as a few droplets of blood slide down the column of your throat, staining your tunics red while he adds another finger. he's stretching you out deliciously as he feeds indulgently, lapping up the strays of blood while his wrist pumps deep. slick noises of wet skin against wet skin, his low groans of delight when he drinks you in, fill the silences that pockmark the cheers of the crowd. "let me hear you, sweet girl."
your moans steadily increase in volume, your toes curling in your sandals. one slides off, a leg hanging off the crook of geta's elbow as he bends you back. he drinks more than he usually does, unexpectedly hurtling you to your climax before geta finally gets his mouth away from your neck.
geta admires you with a carnal greed. with your eyes still shut, mouth slightly parted in sweet rapture despite the ravaging he's left of your throat, you're a picture of lust and desire that he can no longer bare to be apart of. already your skin is starting to stitch itself together, a self-satisfied smile curling upon your lips.
"spoiled thing," he chuffs your neck, pulling his soaked fingers from your sopping cunt to lap each digit with his bloody tongue. "sweet thing," he amends.
your resounding giggle, hazy and breathless and besotted, unsettles the officials around you both. women being owned is not a novel idea in rome, but none are as pleased to be property as well as you are. there is an emptiness in your deep eyes now, one bearing resemblance to their terrifying emperor.
"will you plan to taste me again, your majesty?"
"i plan to taste you for eternity, petal."