Crowns and Fangs (Chapter 1): The Journey Home
A/N: Here’s the long awaited Chapter 1 for Crowns and Fangs! You can read part one here. Enjoy!
word count: 10k+
characters/pairings: Prince!Max Phillips x Princess!Reader
Warnings: angst, mild smut, oral (f and m receiving), swearing, vampire themes, lots of fluff, if I miss anything, apologies.
Leaving Autumna was harder than you anticipated, having to say goodbye to those you’ve known your whole life, knowing that you may never see them again considering just how far Dracul is from your homeland. Part of you is happy to be starting this new life, to have a difference in scenery for a change, but the other part of you that wholly loves where you’re from and cherishes the relationships you’ve made there only makes it that much harder to leave it all behind.
Your three closest friends were bummed to see you go, especially Evan. He just does not like or trust vampires despite never having actually met one until Max arrived the night of the feast. Tim told you to write him a letter telling him how sex with a vampire is and that only earned him a slap to the head by both you and Amanda with simultaneous eye rolls.
Amanda was definitely the hardest friend to say goodbye to. She’s the only other female you know that you trust almost as much as your mother and Iliana. You’ve had countless girls nights together, many strolls through the palace’s garden, and even several horseback rides around Autumna. She’s definitely your best friend out of your little trio of friends considering you two have done more together than you had hanging out with Tim and Evan too.
You’ve spent over 20 years in Autumna making friends and acquaintances, creating bonds and memories that you’ll cherish forever, but what hurt the most was saying goodbye to your mother and Iliana. Although your mother is power-consumed and a tad bit temperamental, you still love her and appreciate almost everything she’s done for you. She is your mother after all. The one thing, though that you’re happy to be free of are her clutches on every decision made in your life. Now that you’re set off to marry Max, your freedom will increase tenfold, or so he promises you.
You won’t admit it to anyone but yourself, but saying goodbye to Iliana was harder than saying goodbye to your own mother; Iliana took care of you, Iliana catered to your every need, Iliana helped you dress every morning and made sure you looked like the stunning Princess you are. You’re gonna miss that. A lot.
You know the homesickness will be strong once you arrive in Dracul and part of Max knows it too, which is why he plans on making this journey to your new home as peaceful and reassuring as possible. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy and comfortable in your new life and he’s going to stop at nothing to make sure it happens before it can be robbed from you completely.
“Are you feeling okay, Sweetheart?” Max gives your hand a gentle squeeze from where he’s sat across from you in the cozy black horse driven carriage bringing you to your new home of Dracul and the small action makes you look up at him with a soft smile.
“A little. I just…” You take a slow, deep breath, meeting his gaze. “Still have to process that I’ll never see Autumna ever again.” The sadness swimming in your soft orbs would have tugged on Max’s heart if it were able to beat, but the way your bottom lip starts to tremble hurts Max in a way he’s never felt before.
“I wouldn’t say never...” He frowns, bringing his free hand up to gently cup your cheek and keeping his gaze on yours. “I may be a literal monster, but I would never keep you away from the land in which you’ve come.”
“Really?” You whisper, your cheeks warm as you lean into the cool touch of his hand. The fact that he cares this much about you makes you slowly fall even more for him and you can see it in his eyes that he’s being genuine with his words.
“Absolutely. Any time you’re feeling you’d like to make a visit to Autumna, I will gladly assist you on that journey. I wish to be the best husband I can be for you Princess, not just a vampire you think you’re being forced to marry.” He smiles at you before leaning forward to press a soft peck to your lips, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. “I care for you too much to keep you away from what makes you happy.”
“What if you make me happy too?” You sniffle, reaching up to card your fingers through his soft, brown locks as you gaze into his even softer brown orbs.
“Well then I’m glad I’m able to add on to that happiness, my Moon.”
“Moon?” Heat rushes to your cheeks at the new nickname, his smile spread wide as he gives his head a nod.
“Yes, because I first met you under the light of the moon.” He explains. “You looked so beautiful in that garden, with the way the moon shone down on you.”
He remembers it vividly. Your back was turned to him while you sat there admiring the flower you were focused on and he couldn’t quite see your face from the way your head was tilted and keeping it from his view, but then he spoke up after finding you sitting there alone and you finally looked in his direction. The way the moon had your face glowing in the most beauty enhancing way had him realizing that you are without a doubt the most breathtaking thing he’s ever laid eyes on. And then there was the red gown. Boy does he love how good red looks on you.
“Oh, Max…” You whisper, leaning forward to kiss him again, this time longer and with purpose. You love kissing Max, love having little reasons like these to just lean in and kiss him, to capture his lips and pour every ounce of your adoration for him into it.
It’s only been two and a half days since your departure from Autumna and yet the two of you have shared quite a few moments like this, pouring your hearts out to one another even when his own doesn’t beat. He knew earning your trust ahead of time was going to work in both your favor, especially in circumstances of romance, so it’s why he decided to do so.
Max deepens the kiss, his strong arms grabbing a hold of you from around the waist and pulling you off your seat until you’re sitting comfortably on his lap. Your arms immediately slip around his neck, your fingers moving to run through the hair at the nape of it as you slip your tongue into his mouth, searching for his own. Max groans into the kiss before slowly pulling back and pressing his forehead to yours. “You okay with this, Princess?”
“It’s just making out...” You murmur, giving his bottom lip a light nip. “Besides, I’d rather our first time be in our bed and not during a bumpy carriage ride.”
Max chuckles, giving his head an amused shake before kissing you again, his arms holding you flush against his chest while your tongues explore each other’s mouths.
You can mildly taste the remnants of iron on his tongue, obviously from his most recent feed. It was interesting watching him sip from a thermos full of blood. The way he licked his lips after, savoring the taste of his meal. You’d be lying if you say it didn’t turn you on in the slightest of ways, but obviously you won’t tell Max that little fact. Yet.
You shift closer on his lap until your hips are pressing firm against his own, your fingers now lost in his mocha locks as you lightly scratch your nails along his scalp, earning yourself a pleased groan in return. You smile into the kiss, pulling away from Max’s lips after a long moment and moving to start kissing along his jaw, tips of your fingers now trailing across his neck.
“Mmmm Princess…” He sighs delightedly at your touch, never having experienced one so gentle, so human, when it comes to intimacy. In the past when Max slept with an undead woman from Dracul, they were always on the rough side of things. You? You’re the total opposite and he savors that about you, amongst other things.
“Yes, Prince Max?” You hum, kissing up toward the shell of his ear and teasingly flicking your tongue against it. “Are you enjoying this, my husband-to-be?”
“Very much so, beautiful. I’ve…” He bites his lip, running his hands up and along your sides. “Never felt a touch quite like yours before.”
“I want you to touch me too, Max… I’m all yours now.” You murmur into his ear, smiling when he pulls you backwards to gaze down at him from where you’re sitting on his lap. “Undo this dress and take this stupid corset off me so I can feel your hands on me, Prince Max.”
Max happily obliges, reaching around to unzip the back of your dress and letting it slip from around your chest to pool at your waist. His hands swiftly get your corset undone and tossed to the side, and the sharp inhale of breath you take once it’s removed makes him furrow his brow in concern. “You okay, beautiful?”
“I hate those stupid things.” You huff and take another deep breath to feed your lungs, Max only letting out a soft chuckle.
“Corsets?” He guesses.
“Yes. They’re so uncomfortable and I hate wearing them.” You pout at him, taking in a sudden gasp as Max starts flicking his tongue against one of your nipples.
“So stop wearing them.” He suggests with a smirk, bringing a hand up to cup and squeeze your other breast while his lips wrap around the hardening nub of the one his tongue is playing with.
A content sigh leaves your mouth at the feeling of his hands and mouth on you, your back arching into his touch as you give his hair a slight tug. “Fuck… If not wearing corsets anymore means having your mouth on me like this at any given moment, then I’ll burn every damn corset I own.” Max elicits a moan from you as he gives your nipple a hard nip and suck, his other hand moving around to grab your ass.
“I like the sound of that, Princess. I do enjoy the easy access.” He teases, pinching and pulling on your nipple with his one hand while his tongue laps at the other. “You have such exquisite breasts, my wife-to-be. Hopefully one day you’ll trust me enough to drink from them...” He muses in a low tone, circling his tongue around your nipple and giving it another suck. You know what he means by that and part of you lowkey really really wants it because fuck, he looks so sexy with his mouth on you like this.
“I do…” You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair now. Max pauses, looking up from where his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You meet his gaze with a bite to your lip, giving your head a reassuring nod. Of course you trust him. If Max wanted to hurt you in a way to spite your mother he’d have done it by now.
You can see it in the way he looks at you that his intentions to marry you are far from harmful. Perhaps he actually wants this. He may be a vampire, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel what it’s like to be in love with someone as full of life as you, the most beautiful human he’s laid eyes on too. “You have my consent to drink from any part of my body, Max… I trust and know that you won’t lose control and turn me. If you wanted me changed you’d have done it already.”
Max pulls away for a moment to gaze up at you, his smile wide as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb, a single tear of blood welling in one of his eyes as he lets out an almost breathy laugh. “There are many places I desire to drink from you, Princess...and I’m happy to start with these beauties.” He gently squeezes at your breast with his one hand, pulling a needy whimper from you while he continues to gaze up at you as you straddle him. “Thank you for trusting me with your life, beautiful.”
“Of course…” You whisper, leaning down to lightly lick away the tear that escaped his vision and slipped down his cheek. Max groans at the unexpected action and you feel the twitch of his cock beneath you as you start to pull back. “Oops?” Your gaze drops to where his hard-on is pressing against you just beneath the fabric of your dress, Max grunting in response.
“I wasn’t expecting you to lick the tear of blood off my face. You know what that’ll do to you right?” He smirks, leaning in to kiss and nip at the flesh of your breast. When you shake your head no with a quiet but content sigh, he continues. “Even just a single drop of my blood consumed by a human will heighten their senses, increase strength, cause hallucinations, and even help with sexual experiences...” His fangs start to protrude at the very moment “experiences” leaves his mouth, and the sight has your heart racing in your chest. Not out of fear, but excitement. Max hears it and hesitates just as his fangs are pressed to the sensitive skin of your breast. “Your heart…”
“It’s a good heart race, not a nervous one.” You reassure, carding your fingers through his hair again. He nods with a smile, leaning up to steal a quick kiss before bringing his fangs right back to where they started. You watch as he sinks them into one of the blood vessels of your breast, your fingers clutching in his hair as you gasp and arch your back at the sharp feeling of his fangs as they pierce into you. “Mmmmm oh Max, that feels...good.” You declare, gasping again as he starts to drink from you.
A low moan escapes your parted lips at the sensation of his tongue lapping up your blood while his mouth keeps a firm suck to keep it flowing. He was right about one thing, that drop of blood you licked is definitely enhancing every one of your senses. And you can feel the throb starting between your thighs which you know Max will notice soon enough once he catches the scent of your arousal. “Max…”
“Mmmm.” He hums against your breast, relishing the taste of your blood on his tongue as he swallows every drop. He pulls off after a moment before lapping at your fresh wounds. “Such a delicacy, you are… Thank you for letting me have a taste.” He kisses at your breast before sinking his fang into his wrist and using the blood to heal the wounds on your chest. His feed was quick, but that’s because he only just sipped on that thermos of blood not too long before now. He just wanted a nice little sample taste of you.
“That was...an experience I’ve never thought I’d have in my life.” You bite your lip with a smile, watching as Max’s blood makes the fang marks disappear as though they were never there in the first place. It’s an interesting thing to watch for sure. “But I’m glad you enjoyed it, my Prince. There’s more where that came from.”
“Yeah?” He asks with a breathy laugh, moving to trail kisses along your collarbone. “Did you enjoy having me drink from you?” His hands move to grip both your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.
“Yes.” You gasp, arching into the icy touch of his hands. You’re surprised by how turned on having Max drink from your breasts has made you and judging by how blown your pupils are as he gazes up at you, he can tell too. You drop your hands to start pulling the fabric of your dress up your thighs, keeping eye contact with Max as you slowly expose the scent of your arousal to his senses.
His eyes quickly dart down to your soaked panties when he picks up on your scent and immediately a low groan rumbles through his chest. “So you truly did enjoy my drinking from your delectable breasts… Look how wet you are already.” He muses, rubbing his thumb along your clothed slit and eliciting a soft whimper from you.
“Yes, Max. I-- I really enjoyed watching you.” You rock your hips against his hand, needing some sort of friction to ease the ache in your core because that drop of his blood really does have you painfully needy for him after experiencing that. You still stand by what you said about wanting your first time to be in a bed and not this carriage, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have Max’s face buried between your thighs to feast on something else. “I need you.” Another whimper escapes you and Max’s gaze immediately flicks back up at you.
“I thought--”
“Your mouth, not what’s pressing hard against my thigh…” You pout, shifting your hand down to start rubbing at his erect cock through his pants. “I’ll fix this once I’m finished cumming on your face and tongue.” You smile when you feel his cock twitch again and in a flash he has you back on your seat across from his with your dress flipped up over your now wide-spread legs. You gasp at how quick the whole movement is and you hum in content as his hands slowly caress the soft skin of your thighs, his gaze set on your clothed sex as he kneels before you.
“I told you vampire blood would do this to you.” He teases with a small smirk, gripping at the waistband of your panties and giving them a hard tear in two, completely destroying the fabric as he rips it off you. The action has you gasping with need. “Tell me what you need, Princess…” He coos as if reading your mind, dropping his head to breathe in the scent of your arousal, all for and because of him. He wants to hear it from your lips first before he indulges in the juices of your sweet cunt. He wants to hear how bad you need his mouth and tongue on you.
“Fuck.” You gasp, holding your bunched up dress against your stomach so you can see him while he’s settled between your thighs, just mere moments from giving you what you finally need. He’s still only waiting for you to answer before proceeding. “Need you to put that mouth on me and show me how much better orgasms are from a vampire...”
Max groans, getting a firm grasp on your thighs before diving right in and licking along your drenched cunt, lapping at your wetness before burying his tongue inside you and flicking it around with fervor, eating your sweet cunt as though it’s his final meal. The sounds you make for him has him painfully hard, but he ignores his own discomfort to help ease you of yours, wanting more than anything to make you cum like you’ve never cum before.
He doesn’t need to pull away to breathe at all, so he’s using that to his advantage by licking and fucking you with his tongue until you’re crying his name and blessing his taste buds with the taste of your sweet release. He retracts his tongue so he can move to start sucking on your clit, humming against your folds when your fingers find his hair and give it a small tug.
“Oh Max.” You moan as he expertly feasts on your cunt, your hips bucking and fingers tightening in his hair as the coil burning in the pit of your belly only grows hotter. “Just...like that… Fuck, don’t stop.” You whimper, watching with parted lips as he flicks his tongue against your clit a few times before sucking it back into his mouth and working you toward your nearing release. “Oh yes, like that!”
He groans against your folds, not stopping his licks and sucks on your clit as he brings two fingers to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes them into your warm center. The moan he elicits from you at the way he curls his fingers inside of you against a newfound sweet spot has his cock throbbing and he has to restrain himself from dropping his free hand to rub himself. “You taste better than any drop of blood I’ve had in my life. Are you gonna cum for me, Sweetheart?” He murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out of you in quick fashion while his mouth wraps back around your clit to suck you toward your release.
You’re writhing beneath his mouth as he coaxes you closer to that edge you’re so close to reaching, his words of truly how good you taste earning another moan from your lips. You rapidly nod your head while holding his gaze, your eyes heavily lidded as you bite down hard on your bottom lip. “Fuck yes, Max I’m so close…” You cry out at his sudden addition of a third finger and him forcing all three digits against that same sweet spot he only just found moments prior, your head falling back as you clench and cum hard around his fingers and your own fingers in his hair are fisting so tightly that it feels as though you might rip his hair right from his skull. “Oh, Max!”
“That’s it, beautiful. Let go for me.” He groans against your clit, moving his tongue to where your release is dripping out of you and drenching his fingers. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He growls, removing his fingers from inside you and replacing them with his tongue instead, lapping up your release while his thumb moves to rub harsh circles on your clit and trigger another Earth shattering orgasm from you.
He moans when more of your cum flows onto his tongue and the way you cry out his name as your second orgasm takes over you has him almost animalistic. His grip on your thighs are tight as he works his tongue in a way you’ve never felt before, it’s a feeling you quite honestly never want to end and you know there will be bruises there tomorrow. Not that you mind at all. His eyes are darker than they’ve been so far and you’re pretty sure you already know he’s going to want to feast on you like this a lot more often now.
“Fuck, you look so good like this Max… Face buried between my thighs while you devour my sweet folds and drink up my cum as though it’s your absolute favorite meal.” Your words make him groan against you and the feeling of the vibrations straight to your core has you bucking against his face with an overstimulated whimper.
Max finally pulls back, his mouth and chin covered in your release as he gives you a satisfied smirk. “You are my favorite meal.” He licks his lips to gather up what small bit of cum is left on them before swiping his fingers along his chin and sticking them in his mouth to suck them clean. He won’t let a single drop go to waste.
“Fuck.” You breathe out as you watch him, grabbing him by the front of his vest and pulling him in for a searing kiss, moan leaving your throat at the taste of yourself on his tongue. The kiss becomes even more heated and it’s not long until he’s pressed so close to you that you can feel his erection hard against you. One of your hands drops to start rubbing at his tented pants and it elicits a guttural moan from his throat. You break the kiss after a moment, giving his bottom lip a gentle nip and suck. “Let me fix this, my love…”
He grins at the name of affection, gazing down at you before nodding and moving to sit on his seat across from you, his hands already working at getting his belt and pants undone to free his aching cock from its confinements. He gives himself a few strokes, watching as you kneel before him and swirl your tongue in circles around his angry red tip. He immediately releases his length, letting you wrap your hand around it instead and give even harder strokes as you take him in your mouth and start sucking him off. “Fuck, your mouth feels nice and warm, Princess.”
You hum around him in response, letting your head bob up and down his length while you continue stroking what you can’t quite yet reach. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t for him to be this big. Can I even take all of this in my mouth and throat?! You choke out a moan when the carriage hits a particularly bumpy part of the road and sends his cock further toward the back of your throat, ultimately answering your question. Your hands move to get a grip on his legs so you can keep yourself steady, tongue swirling along the underside of his cock.
You hear the choked groan that rumbles through his chest when he hits the back of your throat and you know just by the sound of it that he enjoyed it. You pull back enough so you can flick your eyes up to meet his gaze for a moment, giving him a quick wink before breathing in deep through your nose and taking his whole length back into your mouth and down your throat, pausing just as your nose is pressing against his intricately trimmed pubic hairs.
“Fuck.” He groans in surprise at the action, dropping his hand to tangle his fingers in your hair and keep a firm grip on it. His pupils are blown wide as he watches you stay with him down your throat for longer than just a few seconds, silently wondering to himself if you’re going to pull away at some point so you can actually catch your breath.
When you make no move in pulling off his length and instead swallow around him multiple times in a row, Max lets out a groan and uses his grip on your hair to pull you off him himself. He takes in the sight of your swollen, drool covered lips as you gaze back at him and he can’t help but to smile at you in awe. “Look at you...so eager to have me down your throat.”
“Mmmm…” You lick your lips, dipping your head so you can trail your tongue along the underside of his shaft. “I want to make you feel good… Am I making you feel good, Prince Max?” You murmur, leaving a chaste kiss to the head of his cock. You want him to feel good, to feel as close to good that he made you feel. You’ve decided that he’s definitely got the best tongue on the planet. So...skilled. And you hope to make him feel the same way about you when it comes to your mouth.
“Yes, Princess. So good...” He groans deeply, squeezing his fingers in your hair. “More than good, baby… Making me feel better than I’ve felt before.” He watches as your mouth twitches up into a smirk and he’s moaning again the moment your lips wrap back around him, taking him inch by inch in and down your throat. You hum and swirl your tongue around the base of his cock a bit, nuzzling your nose against his chocolate brown curls. “Yes...just like that, baby. Best mouth I’ve ever felt. Fuck.” His praising words have you moaning around him and the vibrations only help to send him spiraling closer to his release. “Gonna cum, Sweetheart.”
At his confession you immediately start bobbing your head quickly, one hand gripping tight on his pant leg while the other reaches to cup and massage his balls. His continued moans and praises of how good you are and feel only spur you on more, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you hollow your cheeks and start sucking him off with purpose. You moan around him again, sending those delicious vibrations through him once more and triggering thick spurts of cum to spill down your throat.
“Fuck, honey so good… So good to me.” He keeps his hold on your hair as he helps guide you along his length, groaning at the way your throat contracts around his cock when you swallow around him, drinking up his cum as it fills your mouth and throat. “So pretty like this… Pleasuring your husband-to-be with that hot mouth.”
You moan again, slowly pulling off his length after swallowing everything he has to give and looking up at him with a cock drunk smile as you carefully tuck him back into his pants. “‘m gonna pleasure you for the rest of my existence, my love.” You murmur, moving off the floor to straddle his lap again and slip your arms around his neck, leaning forward to gently rub your nose against his. “I love hearing how good I make you feel…love feeling the way your cock throbs in my mouth when I take you down my throat.”
“Creator you are perfect. So perfect…” He groans, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a deep kiss, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip looking for entrance. He smiles when you part your lips for him with a quiet moan, licking into your mouth and getting a good taste of himself on your tongue as he diligently flicks his own against it.
Max hums when he finally breaks the kiss, his hands dropping to your waist and rubbing along your exposed skin. “You should get some rest, beautiful. It’s been a long day and it’s almost nightfall.” He peeks out of the crimson curtains covering the windows, seeing in the distance how the sun is quickly setting on the horizon.
“Mmm okay...but I wanna stay just like this.” You murmur sleepily as you nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck, your eyes still fluttered shut from the kiss you just shared. You’re content in sleeping exactly where you are in his lap and you hope he’s as okay with it as you are.
You get your answer when his arms move to wrap around you, holding you against his chest for a warm embrace as he murmurs a soft “Sleep well, my Moon” in your ear, your lips tugging into a content smile while you slowly drift into slumber.
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Princeeeeeeess...
Come on, beautiful girl... Wake up...
That’s it, baby... Move those eyes... Come back to me, you can do it...
Wake up, Princess... You’re almost there... So close to waking for me...
Follow my voice... I know you can hear it...
“Open your eyes for me, sweet girl.” Max’s voice is low in your ear, but it’s enough to finally break you from unconsciousness and get your eyes opened. He’s gazing down at you with an adoring smile when you look up at him, your head still resting comfortably against his shoulder as he brushes your hair from your face.
He hasn’t moved an inch since you fell asleep, just sat here and stared at your beautiful face while simultaneously enjoying your warmth the whole time. Even traced all sorts of shapes along your arm and shoulders. He loves to just sit here and admire you while you sleep and he plans on doing it every chance he gets.
“Mmmm is it morning already?” You mumble tiredly, which Max smiles and nods at before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Yes, beautiful. And your stomach has been growling for the past hour, so I think we should stop at the nearest village and get you something to eat. We’ve still got a few long days ahead of us.” He gently brushes some hair out of your face and the look of awe in your eyes as you gaze up at him has him chuckling softly.
“Thank you. I am pretty hungry now that you mention it.” You giggle and lean up to press a quick appreciative kiss to his lips, humming when he immediately returns it. You pull back after a moment, reaching up to gently brush your thumb against his cheekbone. “Let me get myself fixed up while you communicate our plans with the driver, yeah?”
“Of course.” Max chuckles, giving you one more quick kiss before helping you off his lap and sitting you on the seat beside him so you can get your dress pulled back up over your chest. He moves across to the other side of the carriage and slides open the small doors used to communicate with the driver just outside. “Andrew go ahead and stop at the next village so we can get your future Princess something to eat.”
“You got it, Your Highness. Should be a few more hours or so till we reach the next village. I’ll signal when we’re close.”
“Thank you, Andrew.” Max closes the doors again and turns to face you once more, smiling when he sees you reaching behind yourself to get your zipper pulled up. “Here, let me honey.” He moves to sit beside you, motioning for you to turn your back toward him so he can get the rest of the zipper pulled all the way up. He notices the corset is still discarded on the floor and with a small smirk as he gets the zipper zipped into place, he leans forward to press a trail of kisses along your shoulder blades, both his hands reaching around to give your breasts a tender squeeze through your dress. “Comfortable, beautiful?”
You sigh in content and relax against him at his tender touch, giving your head a few small but noticeable nods. “Mmmm very much so. Thanks for allowing me to be improper.” Your mother never let you go without a corset. No matter how uncomfortable you told her they made you. All she cared about was propriety, not your overall well being.
“Vampires don’t care about human propriety, really.” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose in your hair against the spot just behind your ear. “Besides, I did say I enjoy the easy access.” He muses in a teasing manner, letting his hands fall to your waist so he can pull you to rest more comfortably against his chest. If the nearest village is still a few hours out, Max is more than happy to spend those hours just like this. He’s never been more comfortable himself in his life.
You hum as you nuzzle your head against the crook of his neck, hands grabbing his own and slipping his arms further around your waist so you can rest your intertwined hands over your tummy. “Mmmm so a few hours till the next village, he said?” You ask with a smile, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand as he gives you a hum in response. “Can we stay just like this?”
“I was planning on it, beautiful.” Max smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple and giving you a gentle squeeze around the waist. “Love holding you like this… having you wrapped in my arms so I can enjoy your warmth. You are so very comforting for me, sweet girl.”
“Am I?” You grin, tilting your head to press a loving kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Nothing makes me happier knowing I can be a comfort place for you, handsome. I want you to be able to come to me after having a particularly bad day and just be able to relax in the warmth of my embrace.”
“I’d love that, really.” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose in your hair again. “I’ve never felt a warmth quite like yours before, Princess. Nor a touch as gentle. It’s something I’ve craved for a very long time and am more than grateful to have found in you.”
“It’s a human thing, I think.” You giggle, absentmindedly tracing your thumb along the back of his hand in the shape of several small hearts.
“No.” The tenderness in his tone catches your full attention, all movement of your thumb paused as you listen to what else on his mind he wants to say. “It’s a you thing. I’ve encountered many humans in my centuries of life, but none of them were quite like you. The warmth you exude is beyond human factor, there’s a more personal and internal warmth you hold that spreads into an external love and gentleness… Something I love most about you. Despite the things you didn’t quite enjoy that your mother put you through over the years, you still come out strong, collected, and ever-so-loving to those who matter most to you.”
“You...you really mean that, Max?” You whisper, turning your head so you can look at him as you rest it against his shoulder, eyes brimming with tears as you look at your incredibly loving husband-to-be. No male has ever spoken such loving words to you in the past, but then again…Max isn’t just your typical man. You’re coming to realize he’s much much better than any ordinary human male you’ve ever encountered in Autumna.
“Every word, beautiful. No charm effect being used here. All one hundred percent from my unbeating heart.” He leans in mid chuckle to kiss you, moving one of his hands up from where it rests intertwined with your soft ones to cup your cheek and pull you in for a tender kiss, using his thumb to brush away the few stray tears that escaped your vision. “I could never say such things to you and not mean them, Princess. I respect you enough to never lie to you in that way. The only thing I’ve lied to you about was my true identity when we first met in the garden those few nights ago and that’s it. Everything else I speak is one hundred percent honesty.”
“Oh, Max…” You whisper, gazing up into his chocolate orbs as he gives you a warm smile. “What did I do to deserve a divine creature such as yourself?” You ponder aloud and that makes Max grin wide, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip now.
“I could ask myself the same thing…” He muses, eyes flicking over each inch of your face for a few moments to admire the way you look up at him before leaning in to kiss you deeply, fingers now buried in the hair at the nape of your neck as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.
Max would definitely be kissing you the whole ride back to Dracul if he could, indulge in the way your warm lips feel molded against his cold ones in a passionate or even heated kiss…but you still need to breathe and not pass out from lack of oxygen, so he can’t quite do that, much to his dismay. He’s happy, though, with how often he’s been able to kiss you so far. It’s certainly good enough for now in his book.
You yourself absolutely wish you could kiss him more often too, wish you could just keep your lips melted into his own and kiss him until your lungs give out. There’s just something about the way Max kisses you that has you craving for more. Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s centuries old and has more than enough experience kissing a woman.
“Max...” You murmur into the kiss, adjusting your position on his lap so you’re sitting a little more straight and level with his face. “Please don’t stop kissing me,” you whisper after receiving a hum in response, smiling when his hold around you tightens and he kisses you with a little more fervor.
“Won’t stop until you tell me to stop… You’re the one who needs to breathe.” He chuckles and kisses you again with an intensity you haven’t experienced even once in your life before now. It’s a way you want to be kissed for the rest of your existence and by Prince Max and Prince Max alone.
You spend the entire way to the closest village kissing Max, alternating between heated passionate kisses and trailing your lips along the length of his jaw and neck, leaving light nips in their wake which elicit satisfied sighs from him. You love the human reactions you pull from him, the gasps and sighs that he doesn’t even need to let out, but still does to show you how good you make him feel. You could listen to it for hours.
When the carriage comes to a stop you let out a protesting whine, not wanting to get off of Max’s lap just yet. You’re just so comfortable in his embrace. The door swings open after a few moments and you scrunch your face as you allow yourself to adjust your eyes to the blinding sunlight outside. Blinking a few times, you smile down at Max. “Thank goodness for those magical rings you wear otherwise you’d both be turned to ash right now.” You know all about the spells that were put on jewelry for the vampires of Dracul, giving them the opportunity to go out into the sun without bursting into flames.
“Mmm perks of knowing witches when you’re a vampire.” He chuckles, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and leaning in to steal one more quick kiss. “Come on. Let’s get you something to eat, you must be starved.”
“Just about.” You giggle, climbing off of his lap and exiting the carriage with a thankful smile to Andrew. “Thank you, Andrew. We shouldn’t be too long grabbing me something to eat, so we should be on our merry way to Dracul very soon.”
“You are quite welcome, Your Highness. You take your time eating, no rush. Perhaps you can grab some things to bring with you for the ride back, that way our stops can be less.” He suggests with a smile and you only nod in return.
“I think that can be managed.” You smile as Max slips an arm around your waist, giving your back a small rub. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get some food in that stomach of yours. We’ll be back in no more than ten minutes, Andrew.” He states before leading you away from the carriage and into the village.
You notice the closer to the center of the market you get that some people are whispering amongst themselves and glancing over in your direction and you can’t help but to wonder if it’s about you or Max. Perhaps Max, since he is quite a well known prince around these parts and those surrounding. Everyone knows about Prince Max Phillips from Dracul. You anxiously chew your lip nonetheless, hoping to yourself that no one is bold enough to try anything on him considering what he is.
“Ah, Prince Max! Long time no see.” A very well dressed man approaches the two of you and you can see the welcoming look in his eyes as he sticks his hand out to give Max’s a shake. Must be the King? He turns to look at you next, a genuine smile on his face as he moves to bow at you. Kings do that? “And you must be Princess Y/N of Autumna, his bride-to-be. It is quite an honor to meet the daughter of one of the most ruthless Queens I’ve ever met.” He chuckles at that, noticing the way your head nods in agreement.
“Oh quite ruthless she is. She stops at nothing to make sure we have one of the best and strongest armies to defend our kingdom from those who try to attack us.” You smile, giving your head a tilt as you look up at him. “How did you know it was me?” You ask curiously, to which he chuckles and smiles.
“Prince Max here talked all about you the last time he stopped in. Told me how he was going to be marrying the Queen of Autumna’s daughter for a settlement of peace between your two kingdoms. Quite honestly, I don’t blame him.”
You furrow your brows at that, wondering what he means by it, seeing as though your mother was the one to marry you off to Max, but still you smile and give your head another nod. “Yeah, I suppose my mother could be a danger to the vampires… But now that I’ll be marrying Max, neither side has to worry about any sort of danger from the other.”
“That you are correct, my love.” Max smiles down at you, sliding his hand along the center of your back. “I won’t let a thing happen to you nor your home kingdom and our army in Dracul will be proud to stand alongside Autumna’s in any case.” He looks back over at the King and gives him another smile. “We stopped in to grab some food for her to eat for our long journey home. Figured since we’re among peace ourselves, here was the perfect place to come.” Did he know this was the nearest village when he communicated with Andrew to stop here?
“Well it’s quite honorable to have you pop in, Prince Max. It’s good to see you. The market is free to your dispense as well as the tavern if your lovely bride-to-be here is itching for a nice warm meal.”
You look up at Max with hopeful eyes at that. “A warm meal does sound nice.” You bite your lip and he chuckles softly in response.
“Anything for you, Princess. Let’s stop at the tavern first and then we can make our way through the market on the way back to the carriage.” He gives the King one final nod before leading you away toward the tavern just up the street a bit. He opens the door and leads you inside by the small of your back, guiding you over toward an empty table in one of the corners and helping you to sit down. “I’m gonna go see what’s on the menu for the day, it smells to me like they’re cooking up some beef stew back there.”
“I’ll have that, actually.” You smile, thinking to yourself how grateful you are that vampires basically have super senses. Made your decision on what to eat that much easier. “Thank you, Max.” You hum when he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, thumb brushing against your cheekbone as he pulls back with a smile.
“Of course, honey. I’m gonna go tell them you’d like a nice big bowl of their stew. You sit tight.” He quickly shuffles away to go put in your order, chatting up with the man at the bar for a minute before coming back over and taking a seat beside you. “Food will be out in a few, my love. Along with a nice cold water. All paid for thanks to the kind owner of the tavern.”
“Mmm thank you. I am quite parched.” You admit, tucking your head against the crook of his neck and lacing your fingers with his beneath the table. “How about you? Do you need to eat? When’s the last time you fed?” You ask with genuine concern, not wanting him to put your needs before his own. His own nutrient intake is just as important as yours.
“Hmmm…” He hums in thought. “A few hours before I woke you from your slumber, I believe. Should probably drink something on the way back to Dracul when we leave here.” He smiles down at you, noticing the way your brows are furrowed as you gaze up at him.
“No. That’s too long without feeding. You…you can drink from me.” You bite your lip, watching as his eyebrows raise at your suggestion. “My wrist will do just fine, right?” You murmur, shuffling further into the privacy of your booth and pulling him with you, thankful that there are walls behind each set of seats at each booth to provide privacy to those dining at the tavern.
“Right here?” He licks his lips, loving the idea of dining on your blood but not wanting to be seen on the off chance that someone might complain. Most humans aren’t comfortable watching a vampire feed on another human, even if it’s offered and consented. “If someone sees…”
“No one will if you’re quick.” You smirk, slowly lifting one of your hands and placing your wrist right up against his lips. “Drink, my love and you’ll feel a lot better when you’re done.” You bite your lip again, batting your eyelashes at him in anticipation of his next move. You want him to drink from you, not only because you’re concerned about his lack of feeding but also because it’s one of the hottest things to watch.
“Alright. If you say so, sweet girl.” He smiles before sinking his fangs into your wrist, drinking up the blood spilling from your veins with a deep satisfied groan. He absolutely loves the taste of your blood, it quite honestly being his utmost favorite through all of his existence because of its pure sweetness, one he’s never had the pleasure of tasting before. You’re truly one of a kind to him.
When he’s had enough, he slowly retracts his fangs from within your skin and laps at your seeping wounds, pricking at his thumb to draw a small amount of blood so he can heal the ones on your wrist. “So thirst quenching, Princess…” He sighs, licking up the remainder of your blood dripping down at your arm before moving to kiss you softly, his hand cupping your face and pulling you closer. “Thank you.”
You smile when he leans in for a kiss, hands finding his own face and deepening it as he pulls you a little closer. “You’re welcome. Handsome vamps need to eat too.” You giggle, kissing him once more and slipping your tongue inside his mouth this time, a low moan escaping you when you get a taste of your blood remaining on his tongue as he flicks it against yours.
Max smirks at your moan, slowly pulling away from the kiss and brushing his fingers along your cheek. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? ...You’ve got the sweetest blood I’ve ever had the honor of tasting in all of my existence.” He groans as he savors the remnants of it on his tongue, relishing in the fact that you’re so willing to let him feed from you.
“Mmm wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tasted my own blood.” You smirk back at him, leaning into the touch of his fingers as he cups your jaw with them. You can see the interest swimming in his eyes as he stares into your own, as if asking you to elaborate on the fact you just shared. “Always suck on paper cuts when I get them… Curiosity always gets the best of me.”
“Hmmm… You always manage to surprise me, baby. What’s next? Gonna tell me you have a blood kink?” His words are a tease, but he doesn’t miss the way your face heats up at his question and the sudden increased rate of your heart. He smirks wide when you give your bottom lip a bite, looking up at him with eyes that hold your answer without having to verbally say it. “You do have a blood kink… Oh honey, now that’s your biggest surprise yet.”
“I’m full of surprises, handsome. These are things my mother knows not about me...she’d flip her lid if she ever found out I want to have sex in a bath filled with blood.” Now it’s your turn to smirk, watching as Max’s eyes darken with lust. You can tell already that he really enjoys the sound of that idea.
“Oh yeah? I can make that happen, baby. Soon as we return to Dracul.” He promises before kissing you again, only pulling away when the sound of a polite throat clearing catches both your attention after a moment.
You both look over to see a woman setting your food and drink down on the table and you find your cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment as you glance down at your lap. You were just kissing. It’s not like she caught him drinking from you or heard the conversation you were just having. You look up again and give her a kind smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Enjoy.” She smiles before walking off, chuckling to herself at your embarrassed demeanor over her catching you two kissing.
Immediately you start eating your stew, a pleased groan erupting from your throat as the beefy goodness hits your taste buds. It’s been a while since you had a good beef stew, so you take your time in eating it to enjoy every bite. Once you’re finished eating you sip down the entire glass of water, finishing off with a satisfied “ahhh” as you push your empty dishes to the side.
“Good?” Max chuckles, happy that you finally got something in your stomach after a good day of not eating. He smiles when you hum in response to his question, leaning over to press a soft peck to your cheek. “Ready to stop by the market to grab you some food for the rest of the ride back?”
“Yes please.” You smile right back, allowing him to help you out of your seat and lead you out of the tavern. As you make your way down the cobblestone road headed toward the market, you feel a sudden sense of unease wash over you, a feeling you don’t have very often.
You look around you with a weary eye, not really seeing anyone that may be acting suspicious toward you, just people going about their day like they probably do on the normal, so you just shrug it off as a phantom feeling and continue walking alongside Max. There are lots of people out today, most of them at the market to stock up on their weekly dinners and it makes you smile to see how happy and at peace they all look. The King must really treat them well.
“See anything you like, grab it. I want to make sure you’re well fed.” Max declares in a warm tone, one contrary to a touch of his ice cold hand against your cheek. His touch may be gentle, but it is in no way warm. “I’ve got it covered, my beautiful wife-to-be.” There it is. That gentle cupping of your face which simultaneously helps to cool off the burn up of your cheeks from the use of one of his many endearing pet names for you. You love the pet names he has for you, always switching it up and not just sticking with one, leaving you feeling like the most adored woman on the planet.
“Thank you, Max.” You whisper, leaning up to steal a quick featherlight kiss before pulling away and starting to grab some different foods from the market. There’s not much you can choose from that doesn’t require some sort of cooking or refrigeration, so you decide on a few pre-sliced loaves of bread, a bushel of bananas, a few oranges, and a nice heap of sweet sweet pastries. You smile up at Max once he’s finished paying for all the food, his chuckle from your choice of foods making you giggle. “What? Can’t really grab any meat or anything without a way to cook it.”
“I know. That’s just a lot of sweets.” He chuckles again, leading you back toward where Andrew is parked with the carriage waiting for you to return from your venture.
“Mmm well, gotta keep my blood nice and sweet for you, my loving husband-to-be.” You murmur quietly, shooting him a quick wink before finishing your walk back to your awaiting carriage. You greet Andrew with a grin, holding up your basket of recent purchases. “All stocked up and ready to continue our journey home.”
Home. Hearing that leave your mouth for the first time almost has Max taken aback, but he’s more pleased than anything to hear you refer to Dracul as your home. It just means you’re warming up to the fact that this is where you’ll be living for the rest of your life. He knows Autumna is your true home and he would never take that away from you, but Dracul is where you’ll be living the rest of your days and he wants you to feel as at home there as you did in Autumna.
“Oh great! That should hold you off until we reach Dracul.” Andrew smiles, waiting for you and Max to climb back into the carriage before closing the door behind you. The carriage starts moving after a few moments and you find that the perfect time to set the basket on the seat across from you so you can move to comfortably sit on Max’s lap.
“Sooo random thought.” You hum, resting your head against his shoulder before continuing your thought. “What the heck am I going to eat when we get to Dracul? Vampires don’t…don’t eat human food.”
Max chuckles at your curiosity, shaking his head with an amused smile as he wraps his arms around your waist to tug you closer against him. “I’ve got that covered, my darling girl. Did you really think I was going to bring you back to Dracul without having anything for you to eat?”
“Weeeeell… Maybe?” You gaze up at him, not missing the amusement in his features as he gazes back at you. You’re a silly little thing to him, but he absolutely loves it about you.
“Weeeeell, maybe I was smart and ventured to different human kingdoms that Dracul is at peace with to buy a whole boatload of different foods and ingredients to have on hand for when you get there.”
You’re almost speechless at that, surprised that he went to those extents to make sure you’re properly fed. Guess he’s cared about you far longer than you originally thought. “Really? You…you did that for me?” You whisper with a bite to your lip, reaching to gently caress his cheek with your thumb. Multiple different kingdoms, days if not weeks of traveling…just to make sure you have food on hand in Dracul.
“Of course. The moment the agreement between your mother was settled, I went right to action in getting food there for you. Even have someone who ironically used to be a gardener when they were human starting a vegetable and fruit garden for you.” He nuzzles his nose against yours, smile matching yours when you take in his words. “I’ll have a weekly delivery of fresh meats, milk, bread, and eggs. And anything your heart desires, I will get it for you.”
“Oh Max, that’s… so considerate.” You sigh in appreciation, leaning up to kiss him deeply. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, my Moon. You’re going to be my wife. It’s my duty to make sure you are properly taken care of. You are my number one priority in Dracul, nothing or no one else comes before you.” He kisses you again, one deep and with meaning to his words and he can’t help but to chuckle when you reposition yourself so you can kiss him a little harder.
You’re truly grateful for what he’s doing for you and you want to show him your appreciation the best way you can besides using words. No amount of thank yous can measure up to how appreciative you really feel and actions speak much louder than words. Sliding your fingers into his hair, you press your hips flush against his own, kissing him with an intent of not stopping until your lungs feel that they are ready to collapse.
Time ticks by and you’re a few hours into another make out session when you hear the sound of the horses freaking out outside the carriage. You feel the carriage come to a complete stop after a moment and then Andrews voice trying to calm the horses down. What happens next has your blood running cold and Max’s anger rising when he hears one of the horses yelping in terror after a familiar growl sounds before the horse is attacked.
“Lycans.” Max growls, seething with rage knowing those filthy creatures had the audacity to fuck with him right now. “Stay inside this carriage at all times, do not and I mean do not look outside this window for any reason, and please be as calm as possible. I need to deal with this.”
Max gives you one more kiss before lifting you from his lap and sitting you on the seat across from him, giving your cheek a gentle caress with his thumb before turning to open the door. You’re a little scared hearing him say that what’s outside are lycans and you can’t help but to anxiously chew on your bottom lip as he climbs out of the carriage and closes the door behind him, leaving you sitting in fear of what’s to come.
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