The consort discovers a new vampiric thing they can do, and the ascended king is ever as supportive as always 🥹a lil fic thing
A subtle tug pulled at the bond they shared, the psychic tether that linked lord and bride. It wasn’t uncommon to feel her reaching for him. Whenever they had to part for a while she did. Sometimes subconsciously, sometimes teasingly, but always returned.
Opening his mind connecting to her. It was always a calm experience, a spiritual holding of hands to make the time pass faster. Returning soothing echoes between them until..
A sudden tap of fear bounced across. Sudden and startling. A sound wave cutting through the distance.
His head shot up, gaze towards their home.
He was moving before he could stop himself. The space around him folded, heading the nights call a blemish of black smoke. Next instant he was home.
Pushing open the door to their shared room, a startled gasp and someone diving behind the dressing fan “wait! Don’t look don’t come any closer”
He paused at the door, his concern passing to her “I’m safe, I promise, I just…I might have done a vampire thing I don’t know how to undo yet”
“That’s all?” A dramatic sigh of relief left his lips “all that fear, for a little vampire ‘thing’” she should know better then to what have you done to yourself?”he took a step towards the folding fan his consort immediately falling over with a panicked
“Stay back” Something black and leathery slipped out from the side of the ornate fan. Was that…a wing? Suprise echoed next.
suprise..and a Building Lust??
“…This isn’t something sexy…I was..trying to change into a bat”
A charming laugh filled the air “all of this for a bat, how cute”
“And think I’ll be the judge of that my dear” that smooth soothing tone he always used to calm her down. Still he stayed where she asked him too “I won’t laugh, but I can’t promise I won’t find it sexy” an unspoken uncertainty dipped from her to him. He softened, somewhat, as gentle as he was capable “you can trust me”
“…I know I can” the divider rocked with movement “I trust you” he listened to that connection, whatever she’d done, whatever she was hiding, there under the ebb of fear….she was worried he’d stop thinking she was beautiful?
“My dear, we’re already vampires, whatever it is, it’s near impossible to get more monstrous then an eternal blood sucking demon” he took a step towards the fan.
“You wouldn’t say that if you could see me” sour but calm at least
“Then how about you show me the damage, hm? If there is anyone more cable of helping you it’s the vampire ascendant” hand accross his heart “let me see” softer “please” followed.
Completely unfair, How could she refuse that?
“Alright…just don’t stare”
“Yes, yes, come out now it will be…” his consort stepped out of the dividers into his sight “…completely fine..” He blanched.
She was…a vision
“You promised you wouldn’t stare” grumbling, blood red eyes glared back.
“I’m not staring. I’m openly ogling you, big difference” in two steps he was before her, lifting her head “how could you ever believe I’d find this unattractive?”
There in the daylight he could see her, black wings stretched out behind her, tuffs of black fluff around her throat, at the tip of her wiery black tail. Sharp black claws and pure blood red eyes.
Trapped somewhere between the cute bat and something entirely too devilish.
She quite literally looked like a bat out of hell, a vampiric succubus of his own design. His succulent consort. Not even Mephisto himself could own such a view.
“You’re Perfect, and for far more then just your looks” the truth in his statement rang clear as an avalanche of desire and amazement echoed from him to her “although they do help”
“what did I do to earn a love like you”
“Everything my dear” Dangerous, dangerous smile on his perfect lips “i do wonder just what this new form of yours can do, power is incredibly attractive in all its forms…minus the one that comes with tentacles” his kiss followed the curve of her neck, lovingly, reverently.
He might not care for the gods but he worshiped her.
Moving behind her, to wrap his arms around her middle, pulling her into his chest, looking up at him under black lashes “..really?”
“Believe me, I might not always be truthful to everyone we meet, but I’d never lie. at least not to you” never to her, even before the psychic bond they now shared.
“I’ll be honest once again when I say; I need no convincing to desire this new form” rumble of a purr pressed to her throat with each kiss.
His consort laughed, heat returned to him in that same coo of affection “so this is your idea of changing me back?”
“It’s definitely a fun idea”
Certainly no better way to see what she was capable of.
