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Oct 1, 2025

⤷ VAMPTOBER !

paring : mydei, phainon, blade, mr. reca, aventurine x fem!reader.

tws : nsfw/smut, creampie (vaginal and anal), blood sucking, nipple sucking, rough/gentle sèx, sloppy/messy sèx, multiple of rounds, cow-girl, pǔssy/aśś eating, hair pulling, blood kink/play, dubcon, size kink, slight slut-shaming, belly bulge, spitting in mouth and aftercare.

summary : it’s the spooky month! Who wouldn’t want to be fúcked by a hot vampire boyfriend?

note : not proof-read, sorry for the mistakes.

— MYDEI ★

Your back hits the cold stone, and Mydei is thrusting into you so deep it steals your breath. Every movement is sloppy, wet, dripping down your thighs as you shiver around him. His fangs graze your neck, sinking in just enough to make your blood run hot, mixing with your slick in a way that makes your legs tremble.

“You’re so wet already,” he moans, dragging a hand through your messy folds, spreading you even more. “All this dripping, and you haven’t even broken a sweat yet. You really love making a mess, huh?”

You whimper, gasping as he bites and licks again, nails clutching his shoulders. “I-I… can’t help it…” you manage to moan, your body shivering with overstimulation.

“Can’t help it?” he laughs darkly, hips snapping into you with sloppy, wet sounds. “Look at you—dripping all over me like some desperate little thing. Pathetic… but fuck, I love it.”

He leans down, lips dragging along your collarbone, nibbling at your neck again as his hands roam, squeezing your tits, pinching and flicking your nipples until your back arches and your knees nearly buckle. The mixture of pain, pleasure, and the heat of his cock stretching you has your head spinning.

“Ahh… too big—so full…” you gasp, clinging to him as he grinds deep, balls slapping wetly against you, rubbing your thighs with every thrust. He bites again, tasting the combination of blood and your slick, and hums low.

“You’re shameless, aren’t you?” he murmurs against your skin, dragging his tongue along your neck, teeth grazing the tender spots. “Dripping, squirming… making such a mess. You don’t even care how filthy you look, do you?”

Your thighs quiver, soaking him, and you can’t stop the sounds escaping your mouth—soft moans, gasps, and needy cries as his cock stretches you, deep and relentless. “N-no… I like it…” you manage between shudders, shoving back into him.

He growls, rolling his hips hard, letting the head of his cock drag against your cervix in a sloppy, wet rhythm that makes your body scream. “That’s it… so greedy… look at how wet you are, leaking everywhere. You like being fucked like this, don’t you?”

“Yes—ahh! So good, Mydei!” you cry, trembling as his teeth nip at your shoulder, dragging blood down in a heated streak that mixes with your juices. He smirks against you, hips snapping in harder, sloppy thrusts that flood your senses.

Your climax builds, coiling tight, and he doesn’t let up—still driving deep, still biting, still sucking at your nipples until your body convulses, slick and messy, around him. Your moans are raw, needy, helpless, as he continues, almost punishingly slow now, making every nerve scream as he drags you higher and higher.

“Look at you,” he teases, lips brushing your ear, fangs grazing your skin. “So wet, so messy… a little slut, aren’t you? Always dripping, always desperate. Can’t get enough, can you?”

You shiver violently, every muscle quaking as he keeps rutting into you, mixing his seed with your slick and your blood, your back arching off the stone. His hands grip your hips, holding you tight as he hisses low, dragging you through a second wave of overstimulation, bruising your thighs and nipples with delicious, messy intensity.

Finally, with a growl that vibrates through his chest, he spills again, thick and hot inside you, filling you completely. He keeps moving, messy and relentless, smearing you with every pulse, leaving you trembling, soaked, and completely undone under him.

Your legs are still trembling from the first round, but he isn’t done with you—not even close. Before you can catch your breath, Mydei grabs your hair in a firm, possessive grip, yanking your head back so your throat is exposed. His fangs hover, teasingly close, and you gasp, shivering from the mix of fear and need.

“Look at you,” he growls, eyes dark and hungry. “Still dripping all over me… still desperate. You think you can handle another round?”

You whine, nodding, barely able to form words as his cock, already hard again, teases against your folds. “Y-yes… please… more…”

His smirk is wicked as he presses the tip inside, slowly, stretching you until you cry out, the delicious ache of him filling you wide and full again. “So tight… perfect for me. Can’t believe how greedy you are, taking all of me, soaking around me like this,” he murmurs, thrusting slowly at first, savoring every inch of you.

Then, without warning, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back sharply, and slams into you with a brutal, wet thrust. Your moan turns into a gasp of pain-pleasure, slick squelching around him as he presses his length impossibly deep. “That’s it… so tight… so fucking wet for me. Look at you, always dripping, always so damn greedy.”

You arch into him, nails digging into his shoulders, trembling as he suddenly leans down and spits into your mouth—warm, metallic, and dominating. Your lips part instinctively, swallowing some of it, gasping as he growls into your neck while driving his cock in and out. “Drink it,” he hisses, fangs grazing the tender skin, “you’re soaking… you need to taste yourself mixed with me.”

His hands roam, squeezing your tits roughly, pinching and flicking your nipples until you’re crying out, almost incoherent from the overstimulation. Every sloppy thrust presses the head of his cock against your cervix, deep and overstretching, and your walls flutter helplessly around him.

“You’re shameless, you know that?” he mutters, dragging his fangs across your collarbone as he thrusts, still holding your hair. “Leaking, trembling… like a desperate little mess. Can’t even hide it, can you? Pathetic… and I love it.”

You whine, thrusting back into him desperately, trying to take him as deep as he’s giving. “Ahh—so big… too much—please…”

He growls, slamming forward again, each thrust sloppy and wet, hips snapping, balls slapping hard against you. “Too much? No, you’re made for this. Made to stretch like this, take it all… look at how you’re dripping… all over me.”

Every movement is messy, slick mixing with blood, spit, and his seed from before. He leans down, lips at your ear, teeth grazing lightly as he whispers, “Greedy little thing… can’t get enough, can you? Always soaking, always trembling. And you love it.”

He pulls your hair harder, yanking your head back so your throat is open, fangs brushing as he hisses, “Beg for it—beg for me to push in again. Tell me you want every inch, every messy, dripping part of me.”

“P-please—ahh—give it all to me!” you gasp, body shaking, hips bucking into him desperately. Your walls clench and pulse around his thick length, and he groans low, thrusting harder, faster, every wet slap and sloppy grind a chaotic rhythm that has you dizzy and shivering.

He tilts your head, biting lightly at your jaw, then presses his lips over yours, spitting into your mouth again, hot and domineering, your tongue tangling with his as he drives into you, hips snapping, balls slapping, his size stretching you over and over.

“God… look at you,” he groans, dragging his nails down your back, “so messy… soaking, trembling… a little slut for me, and you can’t even hide it. So greedy, so dripping… always dripping…”

Your body convulses around him, slick mixing with blood, saliva, and remnants of his seed, trembling violently as another wave of orgasm rocks through you. He doesn’t slow, grinding his hips, hair pulling, teeth grazing, tongue teasing your mouth, keeping you on the edge again and again, overstimulated, dripping, and completely undone.

Finally, with a low, feral growl, he spills deep inside you again, thick, hot, overwhelming. Every sloppy pulse drives it deeper, mixing with your juices in a mess that coats you both, your body shaking as he keeps thrusting just enough to stretch and milk you fully.

You whimper, exhausted and trembling, still wet, messy, and spent—but the overstimulation leaves you burning, blood-tinged, and delirious from how completely he’s ruined you… again.

After the last shuddering climax leaves you trembling, he finally pulls back, slick and sticky, letting you collapse against the cold stone floor. His hands roam over your soaked, blood-tinged skin, brushing hair from your face and dragging a thumb over your jawline where he bit you. The warmth of his touch contrasts sharply with the chill of the room, grounding you as you shiver, still catching your breath.

“You look ridiculous like that,” he murmurs with a low chuckle, leaning down so his lips are inches from yours. “Messy, dripping… and still glaring at me like I’m the monster.” His amber eyes glint mischievously, watching your chest heave as you press your thighs together, trying to hide just how worn out and sticky you feel.

You glare at him, teeth bared, and without thinking, you sink them lightly into his forearm, drawing a sharp hiss from him. “Don’t mock me,” you growl, your lips wet with the remnants of his spit and your own juices, “I’m perfectly aware of how… ‘ridiculous’ I look.” He smirks at the bite, clearly amused, but he doesn’t pull away, letting you mark him back just a little.

Finally, he drags you closer, wrapping an arm around your trembling shoulders and tugging you into his chest, still slick and warm against him. You bury your face against him, panting, your body sticky and sore, while he hums low, fingers tracing slow circles along your back. “You’re lucky I like how stubborn you are,” he teases softly, voice rough but affectionate, and you can’t help the small, grudging laugh that escapes you, pressing closer to him as the tension finally melts away.

— PHAINON ★

Your thighs were already trembling when Phainon pushed you down, his fangs glinting faintly in the low light. He looked at you like you were some forbidden treasure—half reverent, half starving.

“…my sun,” he whispered, lips brushing your neck, “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

His mouth sealed against your skin before you could answer, and you gasped when sharp teeth broke through, the sting melting instantly into molten heat. He drank slowly, almost tender, his tongue lapping the blood that spilled. You felt his cock twitch against your thigh through his trousers as he moaned around your throat, hips pressing into you like he couldn’t stop himself.

By the time he pulled back, lips glossy and chin wet, he was already sinking lower, leaving your neck sticky with his kisses. His hands spread your thighs wide, and you squeaked at how shamelessly he buried his face in your pussy, lapping and sucking until it was sloppy with spit.

“F–Phainon…” you whimpered, clutching his hair, “it’s too much—”

“Never enough,” he rasped, voice thick, before licking a slow stripe from your ass up to your clit, groaning like he was worshipping. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Gods, your pussy, your ass… I want every part of you on my tongue.”

He shifted, spreading your cheeks to lap at your ass until you were whining, then diving back down to your dripping pussy, alternating like he couldn’t choose. His tongue pushed into you, sloppy, his nose bumping your clit, and the obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the room.

“Let me hear you,” he begged between licks, voice muffled, “let me hear how pretty you sound when I ruin you.”

Your hips rolled against his mouth, and when his teeth grazed your swollen clit, you nearly screamed, thighs locking around his head. He only moaned harder, rutting his cock into the sheets, lost in you.

“Phainon, I—”

“Shhh, love,” he soothed, thumb pressing into your slick entrance as his mouth suckled your clit, “I’ll drink every drop, I’ll eat you till you can’t beg anymore. Just give it to me. All of it.”

Your back arched as you came, gushing against his tongue, his fangs nicking your thigh this time so he could lap up blood and slick together like it was his own heaven. He groaned deep, feral and sweet at once, worshipping the mess you made.

And when he finally lifted his face, cheeks and lips drenched, his eyes narrowed, smile so soft it hurt.

“Still mine to adore,” he murmured, kissing your trembling pussy once more before crawling up to press his mouth against yours, letting you taste yourself mixed with iron and him.

Your body was still quivering from his mouth when Phainon shifted over you, lips shining red, pupils blown wide. His cock pressed heavy against your thigh, and you gasped at the sheer weight of it—thick, long, the head slick and smearing precum on your skin.

“You’ll take me, won’t you?” he purred, voice soft but trembling with hunger. “This body… gods, you’ll stretch so perfectly for me.”

You nodded helplessly, and he rewarded you with a kiss to your nipple, tongue swirling before he sucked hard, groaning like he was drinking from you all over again. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, tugging at the peak until you moaned, arching into him. His hand cupped your other breast, rolling your nipple between fingers as his cock slid along your folds, teasing your swollen clit with every pass.

“Look at that,” he whispered against your chest, licking a wet circle around your nipple before sucking again, “your pussy’s begging me already. So small, so wet for this cock.”

He pushed slowly, the blunt tip stretching you open, your walls fluttering around him. You whined, nails digging into his shoulders at the overwhelming fullness.

“Shhh, my love… breathe. Gods, you’re so tight.” He kissed your cheek sweetly even as his cock pushed deeper, every inch making your tummy ache with the stretch. “Taking me so well. My perfect girl.”

By the time he bottomed out, you were panting, cunt gripping him like a vice. His hand slid lower, thumb rubbing your clit as he started to move, long, deep thrusts that made your whole body rock.

“Pussy’s swallowing me whole,” he moaned, sucking your nipple again, pulling it between his teeth as his hips slammed harder. “Too small for me, but you still take it… greedy little thing.”

You cried out, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, the size of him almost unbearable—yet you clenched tighter, wanting more.

“Wanna ruin you everywhere,” he groaned, pulling out suddenly, smearing your slick against your ass. His thumb pressed to your hole, circling before slowly pushing in. “You’ll let me here too, won’t you? Let me make you mine even deeper?”

You whimpered, nodding, and he eased his cock back into your pussy while working your ass open with his thumb. Soon he replaced it with the thick head of his cock, teasing the rim as you sobbed into his chest.

“Relax, my sweet. I’ll make it feel so good.” He kissed your temple, voice trembling, before pushing—stretching your ass wide until the head popped inside. Your cry was muffled against his skin, and he groaned at the heat clutching him tight.

“Fuck… gods, you’re perfect,” he hissed, inching deeper until you were stuffed, his cock filling your ass while his fingers returned to your clit, desperate to soothe you. “So small… and you still take it. My brave girl.”

His pace built, sloppy and desperate, every thrust making your belly bulge, his hand pressing down to show you how far inside he was. He bent to suck your nipple again, moaning around it as his hips snapped harder, fucking your ass until the wet sounds of your cunt and his low groans filled the room.

“Tell me,” he begged, eyes glowing, “tell me how good my cock feels stretching you.”

“P-Phainon—ahh, it’s too much,” you whimpered, body trembling under him as his cock drove deeper into your ass, his fingers working your soaked pussy until you were dripping down your thighs.

“Not too much,” he groaned, sucking hard at your nipple again, fangs scraping lightly across the sensitive skin, “never too much of you. Look at how you open up for me… so tight, so full—gods, I could lose myself inside you.”

Your walls clenched around nothing as he fingered your clit faster, your ass gripping him like a vice. The stretch made your tummy bulge around his cock, and he pressed a palm there, smirking through heavy breaths.

“See that? You’re stuffed full, little love. My cock all the way inside… can you feel me? Touching you here?”

The pressure broke you, and your moans rose into a scream as you came hard, pussy squirting messily over his hand and down to the sheets. He hissed, hips stuttering, cock throbbing inside your ass at the feeling of your body writhing against him.

“That’s it—fuck—give it all to me,” he growled, thrusts growing erratic, sloppy. His teeth sank into your breast this time, a sharp bite that drew blood as he sucked at your nipple, drinking while he rutted into you. The taste and your cries pushed him over the edge.

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock swelling as he spilled thick inside your ass, the heat of it flooding you until it leaked around the stretch. He didn’t pull out right away—he pushed deeper, grinding slow as if he wanted to mark you from the inside out.

But then, almost tender, he pulled free and pressed his cock against your drenched pussy, still twitching. “One more, love… let me fill you here too,” he whispered, voice trembling with need. You nodded weakly, and he pushed back in, both holes aching and soaked.

He came again, this time directly inside your cunt, a messy flood that mixed with your slick, dribbling down to your ass. He moaned softly, collapsing against you, sucking at the blood on your chest while holding your thighs open, not letting a drop escape.

When it was over, he kissed you gently, lips sticky with blood and sweat, and stroked your hair with shaky fingers.

“My brave, sweet sun,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, “you take me so beautifully. Let me… stay like this, just holding you, while you rest.”

His cock still nestled inside, his fangs still grazing your skin, but the hunger was quiet now—replaced by warmth, soft kisses, and his voice promising he’d worship you again when you were ready.

— BLADE ★

Your scalp burned deliciously when Blade’s hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, forcing your throat bare for him. His breath was hot, ragged, and you barely caught the low growl before his fangs sank into your skin.

You gasped, nails raking down his arm as he drank, tongue lapping at every drop like he’d been starving for centuries. His free hand slipped down between your thighs, fingers finding your pussy already wet for him.

“Pathetic,” he muttered against your skin, voice low, almost a snarl. “Dripping before I’ve even touched you properly.”

His fingers slid inside with no mercy, two thick digits curling deep, the wet squelch loud as he fucked them into you. His palm ground hard against your clit, making you buck helplessly, while his mouth stayed latched to your neck, drinking greedily.

When he finally pulled back, lips smeared crimson, he caught your chin in his blood-stained fingers and forced your mouth open. He spat into it, slow and deliberate, watching your throat bob as you swallowed.

“Good girl,” he rasped, pumping his fingers harder, rough, the heel of his hand abusing your clit. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”

You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as his grip in your hair tightened, dragging your head back further, making you arch into every brutal thrust of his hand.

“Gonna make a mess all over my fingers,” he whispered, his fangs grazing your jaw, tongue lapping lazily at the streaks of blood he’d left. “And then I’ll decide if you’re ready for my cock.”

Blade didn’t even let you breathe before he dragged his soaked fingers out of you and shoved them into your mouth, pressing them deep on your tongue. His yellow eyes burned into yours as he watched you suck yourself off his hand, messy and desperate.

“Filthy little thing,” he rasped, yanking your hair one more time before shoving you down onto his lap. His cock was heavy, hot, throbbing between you, smearing precum across your stomach as he positioned you over him. “You’re going to ride me until your legs give out.”

The stretch was brutal when he pushed inside, every thick inch forcing its way past your walls. “Aughh!” You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he only grabbed your hips and shoved you down until you were seated fully on his cock.

“Look at you,” he hissed, fangs bared, chest rising and falling fast. “Split open on me. And I haven’t even started yet.”

You tried to move, but his hands kept you pinned. His mouth closed around your nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the swollen bud until you arched against him. He released it with a wet pop, only to bite down harder the next second, pulling a sharp cry from your lips.

“Ride,” he ordered, smacking your ass to make you move. “Show me how bad you want to be ruined.”

You obeyed, hips lifting and dropping, the thick drag of his cock inside you making your eyes roll back. He groaned, low and guttural, one hand in your hair again as he yanked you down for a bruising kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, mingling with the taste of copper as he cut your lip with his fang and sucked the blood straight from it.

“Perfect,” he growled against your mouth, spit mixing with blood as he spat down your throat again. “You were made for me.”

You bounced harder, thighs trembling, your clit grinding against his pelvis every time you sank down. His mouth returned to your chest, switching nipples, sucking them raw, leaving bruises and bite marks across your soft flesh. Each sharp sting only pushed you closer to the edge.

“You feel that?” he whispered harshly, fangs scraping over your breast as he buried himself deep. “That’s me splitting you open. Every time you ride me, you’re mine.”

“Ahh—Blade—!” Your cries turned to screams when he thrust up into you, matching your pace with brutal force, cock punching deep with every snap of his hips. His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit furiously while his other hand yanked your hair back, forcing you to look into his wild eyes.

“Come for me,” he demanded, voice a dangerous growl. “Make a mess all over me, and then I’ll drink every drop of you, inside and out.”

“F—Fuck Blade!” Your body broke, clenching around him so hard it dragged a loud groan from his throat. He bit your nipple hard enough to make you sob, sucking until your whole chest was wet with spit and blood. He didn’t stop moving, fucking you through the orgasm, hips pounding mercilessly until you were shaking in his lap.

“Not done,” he snarled, smearing blood from your breast across your lips with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. “We keep going until you can’t remember your own name.”

Blade didn’t let you catch your breath. He grabbed your waist, twisted, and slammed you down onto the bed with a growl. His cock slipped from you only for a second—long enough to flip you onto your stomach—then he shoved himself back inside, forcing a cry from your throat.

“Ah—! B-Blade—” your voice cracked, muffled into the sheets as his hips snapped against you. “S-so deep, it’s too much!”

“Too much?” His laugh was sharp, cruel, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back until your throat arched. “Then you’ll take it all. Don’t you dare run from me.”

The pounding was relentless, his cock bottoming out with every thrust. His free hand slid under you, finding your clit and rubbing hard circles that had your thighs shaking. You sobbed, drool smearing your lips, but your body betrayed you, squeezing him tighter and tighter.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he hissed against your ear, fangs grazing the shell before sinking deep into your neck. The sting was sharp, followed by a rush of heat as he drank greedily, swallowing every drop that pulsed against his tongue.

“B-Blade!” you whimpered, body going weak in his grip. “Y-you’re taking too much—”

He groaned, rutting harder, cock swelling inside you as your blood coated his mouth. His hand clamped over your throat, pinning you as he fucked you into the mattress. “Quiet. You taste too good. I’ll stop when I’ve had my fill.”

Your walls clenched down, milking him as you came again, tears streaking your cheeks. “I-I can’t—gonna break—” you sobbed, but the words melted into a scream when he pulled his fangs free, blood dripping down your shoulder.

He bent to your other nipple, sucking it raw again, then spat your blood into your open mouth, forcing your tongue to lap it up. “Swallow it,” he ordered, and you obeyed, shuddering, moaning through the mess.

He bit your neck again, drinking harder, hips pistoning until the wet sounds filled the room. You clawed at the sheets, voice hoarse. “Please—Blade—m’gonna pass out—”

His groan rumbled deep, hips stuttering as he spilled hot inside you, his cock jerking with every pulse. He licked the blood from your throat like he owned it, sucking every drop while you went limp beneath him.

Your voice slurred, weak. “Y-you dummy… drank too much… I’m… sleepy…”

He chuckled darkly, pulling out slowly, cum leaking down your thighs as he flipped you onto your back. His thumb stroked your cheek almost tenderly. “Pathetic little thing. Can’t even stay awake for me.”

But you were already gone, snoring softly, lips parted, blood still staining your skin. Blade licked his fangs clean, smirking down at you.

“Tch. Weak,” he muttered—but his rough hand pulled a blanket over your naked body all the same, his eyes lingering on your face before closing.

— MR. RECA ★

Mr. Reca’s lips brushed your throat first, slow and deliberate, as if he were framing the perfect shot. “You don’t mind if I… indulge, do you?” he murmured, voice velvet-smooth but trembling with hunger. Before you could answer, his fangs sank in deep, and your gasp broke into a whimper as he drank from you, greedy swallows vibrating through his chest.

His hand slid down, fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing your folds with wet strokes. He chuckled against your neck, pulling back with blood staining his lips. “Mm… your body sings when I taste you. I can feel it.” Two fingers pressed into your pussy, curling deep until your back arched.

The other hand wandered lower, parting your cheeks, slick fingertips circling your tighter hole. “Relax,” he whispered, kissing your jaw as his tongue smeared your blood across your skin. “I’ll prepare you everywhere I want to take you.”

You shivered when his blood-warmed spit dripped down your ass, his fingers rubbing it in before pressing against you. He pushed one inside, slow, deliberate, while his other hand fucked you open at the same time. “Beautiful,” he groaned, red eyes glowing as he watched both your holes twitch around him. “I want to film this moment—your body split open on my hands.”

You whined his name, and he laughed softly, fangs scraping your ear. “Say it again. Let me hear you beg while I stretch you.”

He pushed another finger into your ass, scissoring, grinding his palm into your clit, until you were trembling and gasping. His mouth returned to your breast, biting down around your nipple just enough to draw blood before sucking hard, filling his mouth with you. “Sweet,” he mumbled around the bite, “everything about you is sweet.”

His hands never left you, sliding over your hips and thighs, fingers tracing over slick folds as his fangs grazed your shoulder. “So… delicate,” he murmured, voice smooth but low, a trembling note of hunger underneath. His tongue followed his words, dragging over your skin in long, wet strokes that made your back arch without you even thinking.

One hand cupped your breast, rolling your nipple between fingers while the other slipped lower. He pushed two long, slender fingers into your pussy, curling inside you, testing, stretching, drawing soft cries from your throat. Then, without warning, he pressed another finger against your tight little ass, circling the rim before sliding it in slow, deliberate, making you moan your desperation.

“Shhh,” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw, fangs scraping lightly, “perfect. So tight… so responsive.” He alternated between curling his fingers inside your pussy and pushing into your ass, making your walls clench uncontrollably. Every squelch and wet sound of your body wrapping around his fingers made his red eyes gleam brighter.

He pulled back slightly, lips pressing to your shoulder, tasting the blood that still ran down from his earlier bites. Then he spat, letting a thin line of saliva drip down onto your ass and smearing it with a finger. “This… this will make you ready,” he said softly, thumb pressing into your clit as his fingers pushed in and out. “For me. You’ll take me so well… my little canvas.”

You whimpered, voice trembling, nails digging into his arms as he pressed his lips against your neck, sucking hard again, fangs piercing just enough to make you shiver and moan, blood and spit mixing over your skin. His hands never stopped—scissoring your ass, curling in your pussy, rubbing your clit in slow, merciless circles, making every nerve in your body light on fire.

“Say my name,” he murmured against your ear, breath hot, “while I make you ready. Let me hear it.”

“Mr… Reca… please—ahhh…” you whimpered, voice cracking as he dug his fingers in harder. “I… I’m ready… please, I can’t… hold…”

He groaned, thumb pressing into your clit roughly as he fucked your ass and pussy with two fingers in perfect, torturous rhythm. His other hand yanked your hair back, forcing your head up, lips parting for him to kiss your ear and neck between rough bites. “So… perfect,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “Every inch of you… mine before I even touch you fully.”

Your body trembled, thighs shaking as he pushed in deeper, fingers stretching you open, hands moving over you with that strange mix of elegance and ravenous hunger. He licked over your shoulder, down your spine, before biting again, leaving a crimson mark while you moaned, leaking around his fingers.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice soft but commanding, “so wet, so pliant. My little masterpiece… stretched and ready for every inch I want.”

He pressed a hand to your mouth suddenly, muffling a cry as he pressed two fingers in deeper, one into your ass, one curling inside your pussy, scissoring slowly. “Tch… filthy little thing. Beg properly for me,” he growled, leaning in to bite your neck, fangs sinking briefly, then pulling back to lick the blood from your skin and smear it across your mouth.

“Ahhh… Mr. Reca… please… I—I’m yours… take me…” you whimpered, voice weak and trembling as he pumped fingers in and out, his blood-mixed spit sliding down your thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other fingers moving impossibly inside you, rubbing your clit, fucking both holes simultaneously. His fangs grazed your ear as he whispered low, “Ride the edge… feel yourself break under me… mine.”

You cried out, body trembling, moaning helplessly, and he pressed his forehead to yours for a second, voice soft yet rough. “Yes… that’s it… perfect,” he breathed, lips grazing yours in a wet, hungry kiss, tasting your blood, marking you, claiming you without ever letting go of the fingers inside you.

He finally pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, smearing your slick across your thighs, and stepped between your legs, cock already heavy, red-tipped and glistening. You whimpered at the sight, hips twitching involuntarily.

“Look at you… dripping, trembling,” he murmured, voice soft but rough underneath, fangs brushing your earlobe. “All ready for me, and still… so tight. Such a beautiful mess.”

He pressed the tip against your slick entrance first, then slowly pushed in, inch by inch. You cried out, arching into him, nails digging into his shoulders as he hissed low, almost a growl. “Perfect. So small… yet you take me so well. Gods, look at you.”

As he bottomed out, his hand trailed down to your ass, smearing your blood and spit-laced wetness before pressing a finger to your rim. “And here too,” he whispered, teasing before slowly pushing one thick finger inside your tight hole, making your back arch and knees shake. “So pliant… so hungry for me.”

Your breath came in shaky pants as he began to move, cock pumping deep inside you, finger pushing in and out of your ass with every thrust. His other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so your lips hovered near his blood-stained fangs.

“Look at you, whimpering… trembling,” he murmured, nibbling at your ear, fangs grazing the shell, “your cunt and ass… mine. Mine to ruin, to stretch, to drink from.”

He leaned over your shoulder, mouth finding your neck again, biting hard enough to draw a sharp gasp, then licking the blood into his mouth, letting it drip back down over your shoulder and smear across your chest. “Tasty… all of you is delicious,” he breathed, voice low and full of hunger.

His hips stuttered, then slammed harder, cock pistoning inside your pussy while the finger in your ass scissored relentlessly, making you cry out each time he bottomed out. One hand slipped under you to press your clit, rubbing circles that drove you crazy, every nerve in your body alight.

“Say my name,” he demanded, fangs brushing your jaw as he bit your shoulder lightly, drawing another trickle of blood. “Say it while I fuck you through every shudder, every squeal. Let me hear it, little thing.”

“Mr… Reca… ahh! I-I’m yours… please—please don’t stop—” you whimpered, voice breaking, body trembling.

He groaned, rutting into you faster, cock slamming deep, hand kneading your breast, teeth grazing the nipple, leaving small bites that stung deliciously. The finger in your ass moved in perfect rhythm with his cock, stretching you, making your walls clamp around both cock and finger.

“Shhh… my beautiful little disaster,” he murmured, lips brushing yours for a messy, blood-spiked kiss. “So tight, so wet… so perfect. Mine before I even come.”

You cried out, back arching, thighs trembling, eyes watering as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, rubbing your clit, biting your shoulder and neck, scissoring your ass with each snap of his hips. “I’m… ahh—gonna… g-gonna…” your words broke into desperate moans, body shaking uncontrollably.

He whispered against your ear, fangs grazing your skin, “Come for me… fill me with your mess, let me taste you, mark you…” and drove you past the edge. Your walls clenched impossibly tight, your pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock, ass gripping the finger inside, trembling with your orgasm as he held you down.

He growled, rutting into you harder, cum spilling deep inside your pussy, twitching and pulsing as he simultaneously pounded your ass with the finger, every thrust sloppy, wet, and unrelenting. His hand yanked your hair, head forced back, lips claiming your neck and shoulder, drinking the blood that leaked from his bites while you cried and whimpered.

“Mine…” he rasped, almost soft now, hips stuttering through the last few strokes, “all of you… mine, perfect little ruin.”

You shivered, tears mixing with sweat and blood, chest heaving, lips swollen from kisses and bites, trembling in his arms. He slowly pulled out, cum leaking down your thighs, then bent to kiss your temple, fangs grazing lightly, a soft growl escaping.

“You… can rest now,” he murmured, brushing a bloodied strand of hair from your face, “after you’ve been so… perfect.

Your voice was barely a whisper, cracked and tired. “Y-You… drank too much… I’m… sleepy…”

His hands lingered, brushing your blood-spattered skin, gently guiding you down. You collapsed against the sheets, snoring softly within minutes, your body utterly spent, blood and fluids coating both of you. He leaned over, smirk soft but fangs still glinting, muttering, “Tch… weak little thing… but beautiful.”

And for the first time since he started, he let himself relax, curling beside your spent body, the crimson mess still warm between you, silent except for your soft, tired snoring.

— AVENTURINE ★

Your thighs trembled the moment his gloved hand slid up between them, fingertips dragging over your slick folds like he was testing how ready you were for him. Aventurine chuckled low in his throat, heterochromatic eyes glittering in the dark, his lips already brushing against your pulse.

“Mm, so wet already? What a reckless little gamble letting a man like me between your legs…” His voice dipped, smooth and taunting, before his fangs pierced into the tender flesh of your throat.

The sting made you gasp, your nails curling into his shoulders as hot blood rushed out of you and into him. He groaned against your neck, sucking greedily, tongue lapping at the wound until his lips were smeared crimson. “Sweet and messy… figures you’d taste like this.”

Two fingers slid inside your pussy before you could answer, stretching you wide and pumping hard. He curved them just right, dragging against that tender spot until your hips bucked. His other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so he could watch your face contort. “Look at you—squirming on my fingers like you’ve been waiting for this all night. You want my cock that bad, huh?”

You whimpered, voice breaking, “Y-yes, please—”

He smirked, pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles while he pushed his fingers deeper. “Greedy slut… you don’t even care I’m drinking you dry, do you? Just begging to be split open.”

Your pussy clenched around him, wet sounds obscene as his fingers pumped faster. He spat into your mouth suddenly, making you choke and swallow, the taste of copper still lingering on his tongue. “Good girl. Keep swallowing everything I give you.”

Pulling his hand free, he smeared your slick across the fat head of his cock, stroking himself lazily while watching your hole flutter. “You see this?” he taunted, slapping his length against your soaked folds. “You’re going to struggle to take me—so small and tight, and I’m so fucking big. But you’ll spread for me anyway, won’t you?”

“Y-yes, I will—” you whined, breath catching when he rubbed his tip against your entrance, teasing but not pushing in yet.

Aventurine leaned close, lips brushing your ear as his cock ground against your pussy. “Mm, let’s see how much of a gambler you really are.” His fangs scraped your skin again, threatening another bite just as he began to push inside, stretching you wide around him, making your head spin.

He didn’t push in all the way. Instead, Aventurine pulled back, laughing softly at your desperate whine. “Oh, you thought I was going to fuck you already? Tsk, tsk—what’s the fun in giving you the jackpot right away?”

He shoved you down, spreading your thighs open wide. His sharp nails traced the inside of your thigh before his tongue flattened against your pussy, dragging up slowly, savoring every bit of slick he collected. He moaned against you, the vibration making your clit throb.

“Mm, dripping like you were made for this…” His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard until your legs shook. Two fingers slid back into you, curling as his tongue flicked over your swollen bud, the combined pressure pushing you toward release far too quickly.

Your hips bucked helplessly and he laughed against your folds, pulling back only to spit on your cunt and dive right back in, messy and loud. “Filthy little thing… getting wetter every time I call you a slut. You love it.”

You whined, trying to cover your face, but his hand grabbed your wrist and pinned it down. “Ah, ah—don’t hide from me. I want to see how stupid I make you look.” His teeth grazed your clit before he sucked it deep into his mouth, tongue lashing while his fingers pumped harder inside your pussy.

Then he pulled away with a wet sound, eyes gleaming, mouth smeared in your slick. “But why stop at just one hole, hm?” He pushed your thighs up farther, pressing your knees toward your chest until your ass lifted. The cool air hit your most private places just before his tongue dragged down, licking over your soaked cunt and then lower—slowly circling your tight hole.

You gasped, eyes going wide, hips jerking. “Aven…!”

“Ohh, listen to that voice,” he chuckled, tongue pressing harder against your ass, licking it open while his fingers still fucked your pussy. “So sensitive here… you’re going to let me eat you everywhere, aren’t you?”

His tongue licked messily over both holes now—back and forth, your pussy twitching around his fingers while his tongue lapped at your ass. The mix of sensations had you keening, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

He looked up at you through his lashes, lips shiny with spit and slick. “Such a messy girl… two holes begging at once. You’re going to let me ruin you until you can’t tell which one you want more.”

And with that, he shoved his tongue back into your ass, pumping his fingers rougher into your pussy, eating you out on both ends at once until you were shaking and incoherent under him.

Aventurine finally pulled his mouth away from between your thighs, lips slick and shining, chin dripping with your mess. He smirked down at you, eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “Gods, you taste like sin… and I haven’t even had the main course yet.”

He dragged the thick head of his cock along your folds, smearing himself with your slick until the sound was obscene. He tapped your clit with it, just to watch you flinch and whimper. “So desperate… look at how you’re clenching nothing. You want me to fill you up that bad?”

“Yes—please, please, I need it,” you gasped, writhing beneath him.

“Begging like a little whore… mm, I’ll allow it.” He gripped the base of his cock, lined himself up, and shoved the fat tip past your entrance in one hard push. Your cunt stretched around him, clenching down as you cried out from the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, forcing himself deeper, inch by inch. He leaned over you, hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back so he could watch your face twist between pain and pleasure. “You feel that? That’s me splitting you open… you can barely take it, and I’m not even all the way in yet.”

Your nails raked down his back, moans spilling out uncontrollably as he bottomed out, hips pressing flush against yours. The stretch was overwhelming, every nerve lit up, every inch of him filling you so completely you could hardly breathe.

Aventurine paused just to relish your trembling. Then he pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before slamming his hips forward, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing between your cries. “Fuck yes… squeezing me like you’re made for this cock. My greedy little slut.”

His pace was merciless, hips snapping into yours over and over, making your body bounce with every thrust. He grunted in your ear, “Taking me so deep… hear that? That’s your pussy sucking me in, begging me not to pull out.”

Your walls clenched tighter, wet sounds echoing with every thrust, and he laughed breathlessly, spitting into your open mouth before kissing you hard. “Swallow it—good girl. You’re mine to ruin tonight.”

He shifted, pushing your legs higher so he could fuck into you at a brutal angle, the head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot deep inside. You screamed his name, back arching, and he bit down on your shoulder, sinking his fangs into your flesh. The hot rush of blood leaving you only made the pleasure sharper, your climax ripping through you with violent force.

Your pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock, and he hissed through bloody lips. “Oh fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—shit, I’m gonna—” His thrusts grew erratic, harder, deeper, until with a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside you.

Hot ropes of cum flooded your cunt, filling you so much it leaked out around his cock with every last thrust. Aventurine didn’t stop until he was sure you were stuffed full, then he pulled back just enough to watch the mess drip from you.

He smirked, breathless but still smug, brushing his thumb across your swollen lower lip. “Looks like you hit the jackpot after all.”

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