Y’all the vampire imagery with nadia isn’t helping my thirst levels, ok? Please, if anyone’s willing to write this, I just want to see her biting and marking the reader’s inner thighs before giving her the strap
Written by: @thetinysquirrelspell
Nadia is waiting when you arrive. You don’t even get to knock before the door opens. Ruby eyes gleam and she flashes both a smile and her fangs.
“Come in.”
The whole way over you’ve braced yourself. Nadia’s moods can vary widely and her mask of confidence is unwavering. Anyone looking at her face would find her unreadable.
But you’ve seen every part of her. As a professional liar her tells are small, nigh on unnoticeable. You couldn’t even name them if you tried, but you can detect them.
Usually when you’re called over on short notice it’s for one of two things: fucking or feeding. Or both.
As soon as the door closes you’re pushed up against it. Nadia grabs and pins your wrists kissing and gently biting at your neck. The bites don’t draw blood, they’re meant to mark her territory. Something she’s been doing religiously since a new influx of vampires came into the city.
As well as marking your skin it goes straight to your center. You squirm and bite your lip desperately trying not to whimper. Nadia loves when you try to keep quiet, and when she makes it so you’re loud.
Nadia drives her leg between yours and almost instantly your knees buckle. She pins you with her body, forcing you against the door as one hand moves down from your wrist to squeeze your chest.
“Mmm,” Nadia groans, “Go get undressed, I don’t want to ruin another shirt.”
The bedroom is entirely dark, lit only by candles all around the room casting the dark greys in a red light. A throne across from the floor length window dominates the room along with other old, regal decorations. Crests and weapons line the walls broken only by a portrait of Nadia herself.
Without warning you’re flung on the bed. Nadia stalks after you, her skilled fingers making short work of your hoodie and shirt before unzipping your pants.
“Are you trying to test my patience or do I not have your attention?”
“I was staring at you,” You nod at the portrait, “You have my full attention.”
“Good.”
Nadia is dressed in a dark silk robe. The firelight dances across her curves and bends in the darkness. Of course the front of it is open to her hips, giving you the usual lovely view and then some.
One hand pressing into the middle of your chest quickly pins you to the bed, completely bare and vulnerable.
You bite your lip and prop yourself up on your elbows just enough to watch as her lips make their way down your body starting in the middle of your stomach. She nips your hip and you gasp. The last you see is that familiar tantalizing smirk before she dips between your thighs.
While biting the neck is the most common and romanticized of all vampire bites, there are other arteries. Like the femoral artery running through the inner thighs. Given the choice between the two it’s rather obvious which is Nadia’s preference.
You’re still left wondering whether this is a night for sex or sucking. Each bite that doesn’t break the skin does still ache and will leave unmistakeable marks for a week. The way Nadia’s tongue plays across your skin is light and hungry and betrays how much she really cares. More than most people would think possible but not as much as you would like.
Nadia wraps her arms around your thighs and uses her undead strength to hold your hips to the bed. This is the usual warning for you to sit still. Neck bites can easily be covered up in the ER. It’s much harder to claim you had a kitchen accident and stabbed yourself in the inner thigh.
No amount of self control is enough. As soon as Nadia’s fangs break the tender skin of your inner thigh you moan and your hips buck. With her holding you you barely move at all but without it you’d cause significant damage to yourself.
Pleasure and pain blend inseparably as her fangs remain sunk into soft flesh and she uses her tongue to coax blood from the wound. A slow process and one that makes your clit throb. Slowly she applies more and more of her tongue until the bleeding stops.
Your breath hitches as she places a featherlight kiss to your wet center. Then you groan adubily so she’s surely aware of your disapproval as she descends on your other thigh.
“Impatient?”
“You’re one to speak,” You mutter.
This earns a sharp, fast bite that nearly has you jumping off the bed. But any pain quickly melts into a warmth spreading through you again. This time Nadia nurses gently, lapping at you unceremoniously. Every once in a while she glances up to look into your eyes. Both to tease you and make sure you haven’t fainted. She makes no effort to hide her softs moans, she is shameless in everything she does and this is no different.
“Mmm. You’ve been eating the gifts I sent you.”
“Yes.”
Different foods can have an effect on an individual’s blood. Nadia prefers it slightly bitter and rich. To make sure you’re not responsible for it financially, since most of the things are expensive, she’s been sending you little care packages.
“Good girl.”
While you recover from the headrush that accompanies Nadia’s feeding she leaves.
You close your legs and rub your head. Pleasure is still ringing through your body like instrument strings left warm after being played.
Nadia’s hands wrap around your knees and spread them. Your whole face blushes as she rubs the head of her strap around your entrance.
There is nothing but sheer bliss as Nadia eases into you for the first time, pushing as deep as she can go and grinding her hips there. You shiver and groan, eager to see where she’ll take this. It could easily be a night where you’ll be edged until you pass out or taken until you can’t walk the next day. Either way you’ll probably lose your voice.
To your utter disappointment Nadia pulls out entirely. As soon as you voice your frustration she slams into you, causing your back to arch with your head thrown back.
Nadia wraps her fangs around your exposed throat and purrs.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes. Yes, always.”
She starts out gentler to make sure she doesn’t hurt you. But quickly she picks up pace, thrusting hard and fast. Every thrust is blinding. Her hands on your hips is all that keeps you from being pushed across the bed.
Reaching behind you grab the headboard for some kind of anchor as you start to peak, only to have Nadia thrust deep into you and stop.
“Nadia,” You whimper, gasping for breath and shaking. Your hips are a mosaic of bruises from her hands and she dips down to kiss your neck. You’re throbbing and desperate.
Nadia grins, ghosting your lips with hers.
“Nadia please,” You breathe your plea so close you know she can feel it on her lips.
The sheer amount of joy in her expression is purely sadistic. She loves seeing your suffering through blissful torment. A consummate master of mixing pain and pleasure she can only really be satisfied if she knows you’ve experienced both.
“Yesyesyesyesyes-”
Starting out gently again forces you to begin building up again.
Slowly Nadia rests a hand on either side of you, forcing you to meet her eyes. That is, until you start to cry out with every thrust. Overwhelmed tears spill out the sides of your eyes.
There is no thought in your mind, this bliss is static. You’re suspended there as long as Nadia wants and she likes to keep you prisoner.
Soft lips brush your ear, “Say my name.”
You do better than that, you scream it. You scream it again and again until you’re silent and your lips are still crying out for her from muscle memory.
The next thing you remember are lips kissing the center of your chest, soft pumps of her hips causing your whole body to shake in the sensitive afterglow.
“Mm,” Nadia purrs, “My good girl.”
