Tempt Me
Part two of a two - shot series.
Find Part One Here.
pairing: Remmick x Supernatural!Reader
summary: He didn't know what you were. Human? You couldn't be. A vampire? Definitely not. All he knew was that your blood sung to him, called his name like a symphony - and you knew it. Toyed with him. Teased constantly. You were an enigma, and your front door called to him every night.Remmick was determined to find out what you were.
warnings: vampirism, supernatural beings, possessive behaviour ish, mentions of blood and gore, death, coarse language, technically I guess dub-con? because magic blood, smut, nudity, p in v sex, claiming behaviour, bodily fluids (blood, sweat, semen), bit of dirty talk, vampiric abilities, fangs, mentions of biting and flesh, breast touching and worship, mentions of f!receiving oral, unprotected sex.
unedited.
a/n: Sidhe - The Fae
Éire - Ireland
Tá - Yes
Scáth - Shadow
Tír Naill - The Other Land
Solas na réaltaí - Starlight
let me know what you think!
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Remmick hadn't returned in days.
It didn't worry you by any means.
Creatures like him were unpredictable, lost to their insatiable lust for blood and whatever other desires that kept their long lives liveable.
But tonight felt different.
The air felt different. The energy. The Delta heat couldn't sneak it's way in here.
Yet, you could already feel the shift. The animals had already hidden themselves, and you found yourself already standing at your threshold, his distant wailing in the air.
The sun hadn't completely set, still peering through the trees and painting the land in its golden light.
It couldn't be.
But it was.
Remmick's almost flying through the air. His movements were sloppy, pained whines leaving his lips with every awkward jump.
The smell hit you first. His skin was blistered, sizzling under the sun's heat as your eyes widen. He lands at the base of your porch steps, his knees buckling as he attempts to pick himself back up.
Blood stains his wife beater, his pants ripped in places and suspenders around his waist as he shakes.
You're over the threshold instantly, gliding over the wood and by his side within seconds. You can tell he wants to speak, his words coming out in stutters, but you shake your head. He turns his head to look at you, properly look at you, and his good eye widens.
His right eye was swollen shut, his lips busted and cheeks covered in bruises and cuts. But he stares at you like an angel heaven sent.
Your skin almost glowed in the light, hair reflecting its hues like he had seen in his dreams. Your eyes were an unearthly colour, and he goes to open his mouth again when you bring him to his feet.
The sun still burns him, the smoke rising with a pained grunt as he attempts to walk. He struggles to walk, but a force lifts him as you bring a hand to his waist, walking him up the stairs.
You bring him to the front door, your left foot over the threshold as he starts to shake his head, his good eye begging for you to say the words.
I invite you in.
But they don't come.
He tries to stop the invisible force that ushers him forward. Remmick knows what would happen to a vampire who crosses a threshold uninvited. So do you.
A fate worse than death.
So Remmick's eye closes, waiting for the inevitable when you bring him into your home without uttering a single invite.
But the pain doesn't come.
He feels the sun no longer on his skin. The door shuts behind the two of you and the relief felt almost instantaneous.
"It's okay Remmick," He hears you whisper in his ear, your hands still around him. "I've got you."
His eye opens, and he watches as you press your palm against the wall closest to you. The wood shimmers and one by one, the windows in the house all close, the curtains covering every single stream of sunlight that peered in.
He looks back to the door, the very thing that had kept him away from you for several weeks now. Bewilderment, confusion, all of it fuelled him to no end.
"But you..."
"Human's aren't really welcomed here, well, some are with the right intention," You guide him into the living room, carefully sitting him down on the couch. "But this house doesn't belong to me - doesn't belong to anybody really."
Remmick's words escape him once more, and he just looks around the room, his bleeding lips slightly apart.
“You never notice the mushrooms at the end of the road?” You continue, voice slipping into a different tone. “You've been away from home too long Rem. ”
He freezes. Your accent shifted, just like his tends to do. Gone was the southern twang, but instead an old tune.
His mouth opens. Nothing comes out.
You smile like someone who’s been waiting years for this interaction. He sees your teeth in this light, all slightly pointed. Your eyes, colours he was sure weren't possible.
"Just know you're safe here."
Remmick trembles, but it's not completely from the pain. "Sidhe."
A thrill runs up your spine at finally hearing your name, eyes closing in delight before you smile. "About time."
"You're Sidhe, ain't ye? That's why ye smell so damn good," His words are rushed, wheezes of pain coming out with every second word as Remmick squeezes the couch beneath him. "That's why, shit, you're a god damn fae."
"Ye sound almost displeased," Your eye raises as you take a seat on a rocking chair in the corner, your legs tucked under you as the chair rocks. "Sorry to disappoint."
"Ye think I'm disappointed? Shit, sorry darlin'," He wheezes again, one hand pressed to his stomach as he winces. "Just, amazed s'all, I thought your lot didn't make it out."
You scoff lightly, fingers toying with the lace of your gown. "We went into hiding, let Tír Naill guide us for protection - she sent me here."
"The Otherworld," He nods. "Heard of it, didn't think much of it." "Well you're in her light," You correct him with narrowed eyes. "She's been letting you in for weeks now, you're in the veil idiot."
Remmick looks around again in disbelief. "I... I didn't think vampires would be allowed here."
"All creatures are, even those of Scáth," A shrug. "I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out, I mean, it was our home long before your kind showed up."
"My kind?" "Humans."
It was his turn to scoff. "Been a long time since I've been called that."
"Well, you were human once," You roll your eyes with a small smile. "Before the night came for you, before it came for all of us."
"S'that why you all went into hiding?"
"Had too, when they came we had no choice," You watch as Remmick releases another pained grunt. "But your kind weren't exactly nice either."
"I remember stories of people disappearing when they'd go into the woods, we'd be told the Sidhe got 'em... That true?"
"We only hurt those who hurt us, we only hurt those who tried taking our light." It was something you couldn't deny.
"So now you hide here? In a veil?" Remmick's own southern accent had started to disappear, the familiar Irish lilt returning.
"I'm not hiding, she protects me in here - she takes me where she deems safe." The Otherworld had been providing your kind with protection for millennia.
"And safe is Mississipi?" Remmick retorts, the blood and still sizzling skin an indication that he didn't approve.
"I'm not in Mississippi, we're neither here nor there past those mushrooms." You shrug.
Remmick sighs. "I'm really not wantin' anymore riddles right now darlin', don't think my poor heart can take it."
You smile. "My apologies."
"If you're not here, why not go home?" There it is.
"Can't, not until Tír Naill lets me at least," Your head tilts as it leans onto the chair behind you. "I want to though, just gotta wait for the signs." "Signs?"
"Mm, the veil will usually change every decade or so, been all over the world now but... hasn't taken me home just yet," Remmick's eye flickers at your words.
You sigh, studying the way his hands shake, seeing the creature in front of you struggle to heal. "Can ye stop bleeding on the couch, she's antique."
The vampire narrows his eye at you, fighting the urge to chuckle. He no doubt had some broken ribs. "Ye even gonna' ask me what happened?"
"Doesn't really take a genius," You retort, almost enjoying his pained state. "You've got silver burns and you're out before sunset, seems like ye upset the wrong people. Who'd ye eat?"
"Hunter's wife, didn't mean too."
"Ah," You chuckle, noticing his own busted lip quirk at your laugh. "That'll do it, but why aren't ye healing?"
He just sighs, his nose beginning to drip blood. He apologises, wiping away at the liquid. "Pure silver - they got me good, ain't gonna lie darlin' - I need blood."
Your eyebrow raises. "Was this all a trick so ye could feed on me?"
Remmick stutters, immediately shaking his head as he tries to plead his case. "Don't get me wrong, ye smell fuckin' good - but I'm not gettin' nearly staked for some blood."
"Do you though?" His nose begins to drip again. "Do I what?"
"Want some blood?"
He ponders over your words, wondering if perhaps there was a trick. Remmick knew the fae were tricksters, that their words could hold double meanings. There was always a catch with Sidhe. "In exchange for what?"
"Clever boy," Your sharp teeth made him shiver. They were smaller than his when he was in his full form, but it still surprised him. "I'll give some blood if ye tell me about the dreams."
This again?
Remmick just stares. That's all you wanted? "We've talked about the dreams."
You tut, finger coming out to point at him before you point back to yourself. "You've not told me of the end, where we walk - where I lead."
"All that, for some of yer blood?" He asks again, eye still narrowed. "Will it kill me? That why ye want me to have it?"
"I could open those curtains and have ye burn in seconds Remmick," You shrug again like his death was more than obtainable. "Have ye not had fae blood before? Your lot loved drainin' our kind before the veil hid us."
"Can't say I have."
"Hm," You begin to hum before standing to your feet, the gown gliding around your legs. "Wait 'ere."
Remmick wheezes. "Not goin' anywhere."
He watches as you glide around the house, leaving him in the living room as you make your way into the kitchen. He doesn't follow, but his eye closes as the smell of blood immediately fills his senses.
He's drooling before he can stop himself, the thick liquid dripping down his chin and mixing with the blood that leaked from his wounds.
Your blood just smelt like sunlight, if that was even a way to describe it. You've cut your palm, letting the red liquid fill a shot glass halfway before your hand heals, the skin piercing together.
Your blood swirls with gold hues in the glass as you smile, almost skipping back into the living room.
Remmick's damn near leaping off the chair at the mere sight of your blood, but the invisible force from before presses him back into the lounge. He huffs at the energy, sparing you an apologetic glance despite the drool on his chin.
"Gods Rem, you're a damn mess," You laugh loudly at his grunt, his fingers still clawed, eyes red and salivated blood on his chin. "Suits ye though, can't say I don't mind it."
"I'm sorry darlin', I-I'm tryin' real hard here, honest," He's able to lift his arm again, wiping away more liquid from his face with the back of his hand.
His breathing is laboured, his non swollen eye darting between your gaze and the shot glass in between your fingers as he nods at it. "That for me?"
"Mm, sure as shit ain't f'me," You swirl the small glass around, the gold reflecting from the light above. "Want some?"
He's nodding eagerly, almost desperately. He was salivating again, but his eyebrows furrow. "Now I'm grateful, real grateful, but I don't think that's gon' be enough, not for all this damage."
Your head tilts again, holding the glass out in front of him. "Why don't ye take a little sip and tell me it's not going to be enough."
Remmick pauses. Blinks. His hand shooting out and grabbing the glass from your soft skin with quickened speed. He's throwing his head back as he gulps it down, licking into the glass to catch every drop.
A sip my ass.
Within seconds, the numerous wounds on his body starts to heal, his skin piercing itself back together. His busted eye opens, the purple and red hues that littered his skin starting to return to his usual pale tone.
The blisters and burns are gone, and by the time you take your seat back on the rocking chair, the once battered and bruised vampire is back to looking like his usual self.
Minus the still torn clothes however.
Remmick's gasping at the quickened transformation, his eyes looking between the now empty glass and his arms, seeing his wounds gone. Sweat however starts to build along his forehead, and you're just grinning, clicking your fingers to get his attention.
"Feels good huh," Your tone is light, teasing. You knew he wouldn't have been able to hold out on drinking the entire thing. "Well it's your turn now, what happened in the dream?"
The man on your couch is still gasping, his chest rising and falling as his eyes squint. "Ye gotta let me have more, that tasted like... like -" "Sunlight? Mm, I know," You tut again. "Remmick, it's your end of the bargain now."
He knew better than to go against a deal with a fae, so he gives an awkward thumbs up, adjusting the way he was seated.
He felt like he had fucked and drained over 100 people in just seconds. "'Course, just - shit, is this supposed to happen? M'feelin, christ, I’m feelin’ different."
"Turned on?"
His eyes snap to yours, narrowing at your words.
You knew.
He sees your smug expression, your chair rocking on it's own despite you not moving. "Don't worry 'bout that Rem, just focus on me."
"Oh I am focused darlin’, real focused."
His eyes are still red, and he looks you up and down, a trail of drool leaving his lips once more. He's getting hot, sweat dripping down his forehead to his cheek. He pulls at his wife beater, trying to let some cool air onto his skin. "Ye drug me? This some kinda aphrodisiac?"
"Just pure fae blood, maybe I should have mentioned that there's some... side effects if you're attracted to the bleeder," Your sharp grin doesn't waver, seeing Remmick struggle as your blood flows through him. "Consider me flattered."
He growls lightly, muttering something along the lines of fuckin' fae, caught out on his attraction. You already knew though, seeing as he didn’t hide it when he sat on your porch every night. “Well ain't that somethin'."
You hum in agreement. "Now I won't ask again biter, out with it."
"Fine - yes m'god," His face scrunches as if he were in pain. But you knew. "We... We're walkin', yer holdin' my hand, got me following after ya," He shakes his head, as if struggling to get the words out. "Walk me into the sun."
Remmick adjusts the way he's sitting again, claws bunching at the fabric of his pants as he winces. Your hand waves, urging him on.
"Like I said the other night, we uh," He swears under his breath. "We just walk, but I don't burn." He's holding something back, and so your smile disappears. "You're not tellin' me somethin', why is that Remmy?"
Remmick's struggling by the minute. His skin feels hot, his pants feel tighter, his blood feels like it was liquid gold. "M'sorry, I'm just not thinkin' good things right now."
You're already well aware of what thoughts are running through his mind. Fae may be creatures fueled by lust and desires, but vampires weren't far behind.
"Remmick," Your voice sings to him again, and he lifts his head like a dog beckoned by his owner. "Ye tell me what happens at the end of your dream, and maybe I'll explain how to fix this new mess of yours."
Your finger points down to the tent building in his pants, eyes shamelessly looking at the bulge as it grows.
He swears again. "Ye take me home."
"Say again for me honey?"
Remmick swallows. "Ye take me home, one... one minute we're walkin' in the Delta, then ye take me through some trees, and they open to a clearing, hills, ocean, home."
"Éire?" You ask, your voice smaller now as you rise to your feet once more.
He nods. "Tá, the very one."
You stand, making your way over to him before you crouch before him, hands resting on his knees as you look at his eyes intently. He damn near groans at the sight of you before him, eyes beaming.
"Ye sure? Ye sure it was Éire?" You're nearly pleading for an answer, your voice barely a whisper. "Don't lie to me now."
"Baby I don't think I could lie when I'm this close to breakin' my damn zipper," He manages to get his words out again, exhaling as you look between his legs once more before back to him. "Your blood got me feelin' crazy."
"I take you home?” You repeat. "We go home."
This was the first time in nearly a millennia that you had finally found your sign from the veil. Ireland was waiting. She would let you return.
You're back to your feet, squealing as you glide around the room in what looked like an airy dance. Your arms were outstretched, night gown flowing around your legs as you can't stop the giggles leaving your lips.
Remmick watches on, eyebrows furrowed as he still finds himself struggling with the throbbing pain between his thighs and the glowing woman dancing around him.
He calls your name. "I don't understand, they're… they’re just dreams? They don't mean nothin'."
Your dancing stops, but the room still feels alive with magic that not even Remmick could deny.
Your eyes felt like they were brighter than before. "Dreams mean everything here Remmick," You grin, teeth even sharper now. "Can't you feel it? The light in the room? That's her, she's happy - for me, for us,"
Remmick's reddened stare looks around the room, noticing the shimmering in the room. You hum at him. "Now don't think I'm dangling a carrot in front of your face now, but this is the sign I needed. You can come with me too if ye like."
"I'm listenin', I swear it, but ye gotta help me out here darlin', ye said -," His hand moves down, running over his clothed cock with a loud grunt. "Ye said ye'd tell me how to fix this, I did the deal and ye already know I like ya, please tell me it’s mutual - 'cause it damn near hurtin’ now."
He was too focused on the ache, that he didn't answer your question. But of course he longed for home, longed for the land that created him and killed him all the same.
You glide back over to him, standing between his spread legs as you put your hands on your hips, smiling from ear to ear. "Well I like ye too Remmy."
"Thank the lord for that," He sighs, attempting to reach out for your thighs when the veil pins him to the couch again. He growls again, not bothering to fight its invisible force. "What is she mad about now? I don't think I can handle anymore riddles 'ere."
"No riddles, she just likes seeing you struggle," You're bunching your gown up, sliding your hands until the material rests above your waist. Remmick groans seeing yourself bare beneath, praising the Sidhe for your choice in clothing. "If we fuck, you'll feel a lot better, but is that somethin' ye want?"
"Sit on my fuckin' lap darlin'," He bows his head, inhaling your sweet scent and the slick that pools between your thighs. "Please."
You still wait, dropping your gown and instead reaching up to the straps on your shoulders, untying them and letting the nightwear fall to the ground completely.
Remmick's eyes close, his fangs growing larger by the second as he tries fighting against the force that holds him to your couch.
"Ye sure Remmick? S'that you talkin' or my blood?"
He says your name paired with a string of curses. "S'all me," He growls again. "Had I known I could've walked in here uninvited for weeks - I would've been between those pretty thighs of yours every damn night,"
The last few words were more beast than man, and you chuckle, but Remmick continues. "There a price for this? Touchin' a fae? Somethin' bad gonna happen?" The mere smell and taste of your blood was enough, but as Remmick's eyes lingered from your breasts to the warmth between your legs, he didn't care if the price involved his life.
A clever man again. "Only if you do a bad job."
"Never."
The veil releases him, and he's immediately standing to his feet, claws to your lower back as his lips crash onto yours like a man starved.
A gasp leaves your lips at his speed, and he swallows it with a grunt of his own.
He pulls you flush against him, one hand tangling in your hair, the other splayed possessively across the small of your back. You can feel every hard inch of him, from his muscular chest to the thick, insistent press of his hardened bulge against your bare stomach.
His scent envelops you, the ancient, smell of the earth after rain, mingling with something darker, headier, and undeniably masculine. Undeniably him.
His kisses were rough, like he was afraid he would never get the opportunity again, and upon remember your kind indeed still needed air, he pulls away.
Remmick leans his sharpened teeth close, his lips brushing against the shell of your pointed ear as he murmurs. "Ye gonna let me bite? Let me feed properly?"
He nips at your earlobe, sending a bolt of electricity through your system. Your body responds almost instinctively, arching into his touch, craving more.
"Think ye can handle it?" Your words were breathless, a warning with a smile, and Remmick only hesitated a little.
Remmick's hand slides lower, cupping the soft curve of your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he pulls you harder against him. He grinds his clothed hips into yours, and you bite your lip with a chuckle, feeling the thick, rigid length that strained against the confines of his torn trousers.
Your hands clutch at his shoulders before the slide down his back, your own nails sharpening as you drag them down, tearing through his already tattered wife beater.
He chuckles darkly, a sound that resonates through his now bare chest and into yours. He sounds animalistic by the second, his dark nature fuelling your desire.
"One taste and I'm already whipped."
The hunger. The need. It was like nothing you had ever felt before.
And you weren't even the one being affected by the blood.
Creatures of the light were always drawn to those in the dark.
He can feel your blood singing in his veins, a heady mix of sunlight and starlight that sets his nerves alight with a hunger he's never known before even after centuries.
He leans in, inhaling deeply at the crook of your neck now, catching the scent of your arousal mingling with the golden aroma of your blood.
It's intoxicating, maddening, singing to him - and he knows he'll never be able to quench this new thirst with any others.
"Rem," Your head tilts, giving him room as he nuzzles at your skin. "Please."
Remmick's lips find your throat, and he licks over the skin where his teeth are nearly aching to bite. He holds himself back, savouring the lingering taste of you still his tongue.
A feral growl emanates from his chest as his hands begin to explore your skin, mapping the contours of your body like he was memorising it.
"I can feel ye in my veins, like solas na réaltaí," He rasps. "Everywhere."
You're about to speak again when he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to stroke along yours, coaxing you to surrender to the desire that consumes you both.
His tongue runs along your sharpened teeth, a groan leaving his chest at the feeling.
He pulls away again with a string of drool still connecting your lips together, and he's wiping at your mouth with a swipe of his thumb before he tilts his head down, staring at the swells of your breasts.
"So much to do," He nods to himself, as if he was setting a challenge. "Christ almighty."
Remmick ducks his head, drawing one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling greedily as his hand kneads at the soft flesh. He's careful not to pierce your skin with his fangs or claws, something you had noticed quickly.
You arch into him, a breathless moan escaping your lips as you tangle your fingers into his dark hair. Your eyes close at the feeling, heart racing. The fireplace in the middle of the room ignites itself, but the two of you were too busy to notice.
The blood beneath your skin was a call he could no longer resist. He knew that your blood inside of him did nothing but amplify the feelings and desire that was already there.
He hooks one of your legs around his hip, opening you to him as he grinds his hardness against your dripping cunt. Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, and you smile, feeling his lips against your breast, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.
Your hands rest on his shoulders, and you mumble his name, causing him to look up at you through his lashes. Your eyes shimmer, and before Remmick can speak, the room shifts.
No longer were you standing in the living room, but the two of you now stood in a large bedroom. A lit fireplace still rest in the middle, but the couch now appeared as a large poster bed.
The blankets and pillows had your sweet scent all over it, and Remmick just clicks his tongue, muttering about fae magic.
He's thrown you on the bed without a second thought, mouth dripping at the sight of your spread legs and bouncing tits.
Your hands bunch at the fabric below you, eyeing the man in front of you, staring down like he was starving. His chest was falling with laboured breaths, which would make you laugh when you remember his kind don't breathe.
Remmick's eyes can't pick where to look, the reddened pupils darting everywhere from your face, your throat, your chest to between your thighs.
All the while making work of his pants, nearly thanking the hunters for not giving him the chance to properly dress before they attacked him.
He shoves his trousers down, his cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls, thick and hard, the swollen head glistening with need. He takes himself in hand, stroking slowly as he now watches your beaming face, gauging your reaction.
"Can't decide if I wanna bury my head down there," He no longer cares about how much he's drooling, going as far as to use the liquid to lubricate his own strokes as he leans forward, resting one knee on the bed. "Or just fuck ye senseless now, 'cause I'm damn near burnin' baby."
You grin, head on angle as you extend your leg, running your foot along his bare thigh. "Poor little biter," You tease, your elbows resting now on the bed as you lift yourself slightly. "Big bad vampire can't handle a Sidhe, ain't that somethin'."
With vampiric speed, Remmick has you flat on your back, one hand on your throat as the other supports his weight beside your head. You're just grinning up at him as your thighs part, legs locking onto the side of his waist.
The thick head of his cock, weeping with precum nudges between your folds. Despite the deepened red stare and the fangs, Remmick whines, feeling his cock glide between your soaked slick. He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours.
In them, you see the desperation, the ancient and unquenchable desire. The aura around him changes colour every minute - blue to purple, purple to green, green to yellow, settling on a near red.
He was struggling to control himself. Struggling to not bite into your neck then and there.
The hand on your throat slides up until it rests against your cheek, and you seek out his cold skin, lips pressing against his palm as he shudders. Your hips raise, grinding against him as he curses.
Remmick supports himself with his knees, the hand that rest beside your head now reaching down, wrapping around himself as he slides his cock between your heat - before he notches his tip at your leaking hole. He thrusts forward, driving into you with a single, powerful stroke that steals the air from your lungs.
Your slick walls stretch to accommodate him, enveloping his thick size. Your eyes widen, hands immediately wrapping around his neck as your mouth opens in a silent scream.
He sees the flash of red in your own gaze, teeth out with a gasp before he buries his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his groan against your silky skin as he begins to move.
Already he could feel the affects of the fae blood lessen, no longer completely clouding his thoughts or his cock.
He sets a relentless pace, each thrust fuelled by his vampiric nature, knowing you could take it. You were made for him. Each thrust sent you nearly off the bed, each withdrawal from your pussy, leaving you aching for his return.
The room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, skin smacking against skin, his balls slapping against your ass as the room filled with the mingling of your breathy moans and Remmick's dark, guttural growls.
He fills you completely, touching that sweet spot inside of you that not many could reach, claiming you utterly.
"That's it," He growls in your ear as your skin glows below him. "Takin' me, God, takin' me so fuckin' well, there's a good little fae," He pants against your throat, his hips never faltering in their rhythm. "F-Fuck - fuck."
As Remmick continues his relentless claiming of your body, you feel a strange sensation building within you, a thrumming energy that you hadn't felt for some time. You ignored it, ignored the way the ceiling above you began to shimmer.
"Remmick," You try to speak, but the pleasure you were feeling and the air shifting around you became too much to bear. Candles in the room light by themselves, the fireplace flickering even brighter. "Gods, I-I can't - fuck, Remmick."
You gasp at the sensation building, your body arching into his as a bolt of pure, primal energy courses through you. Your own power surges around, the room growing hotter by the second.
A feral grin spreads across his face, his voice a deep rumble as he coos. "Poor little Sidhe can't handle a… what was it ye said?" He slams his hips even harder into yours. "Big bad vampire? Look at ye, can't even fuckin' speak, smug and already drunk on me' cock."
Your mouth opens to cuss him out, but he captures your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue plundering between the swollen pair.
Each thrust sends bolts of lightning through your veins. Sex with immortals always sent your body through the wringer, but a vampire was the first to make you feel amplified.
Remmick's hand finds your breast again, teasing the soft flesh, rolling the stiff peak of your nipple between his fingers like before. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, the sensation of his touch compounded by the crackling energy that surrounds you making you feel lightheaded.
An ethereal glow emits from your joined bodies, naked to Remmick's eye but evident to yours.
The veil.
The very air seems to hum with an ancient, primal energy that sets your nerves alight and steals your breath.
Remmick's thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding, as if driven by the need to consume you utterly, to absorb your power into his own. His hand leaves your breast before it slides down your soft belly, his fingers seeking out your most sensitive spot, rubbing in tight, insistent circles as your hips buck against his.
Pleasure coils tight within you, winding like a spring about to snap.
"That's it, mo chroi," He pants, his voice a dark, seductive rasp. "Let go f'me, be a good little fae." His words are rough with dark promise, a claim you didn't realise you were allowing.
Your body responds to his command, the coil within you snapping as your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. You cry out, your voice echoing through the room as ecstasy whites out your vision and steals your breath. Your claws dig into his back, blood seeping from the cuts with a hiss from his lips as they heal almost immediately.
The mere sound was like music, real music to his ears. With a stuttered grunt and rolls of his hips, Remmick finds his own release. The feeling of your walls clenching around him was enough for his own orgasm to follow suit. His body goes rigid, his cock pulsing and throbbing within your pussy as he empties himself inside you.
His heat floods you, his seed marking you, claiming, sealing something that even the veil around you seemed eager for.
He slumps against you, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat. Remmick cradles you close, his touch almost reverent despite the urge to bite into your flesh and drink more of your blood.
He strokes at your hair before he slowly pulls out, a mewl leaving your lips as he coos again, trying to cover the sound of his own sigh.
Remmick tilts your chin up, his red glowing eyes slowly returning to their deep blue as they search yours, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as you shake with little aftershocks.
He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss - a stark contrast to the fierce, consuming passion of mere moments before.
The room slowly returns to normal, the ethereal glow fading as the heat within you and Remmick settles, now a constant, thrumming presence beneath your skin. You return the kiss as his free hand runs all over your chest and stomach.
He chuckles against your lips, forehead resting against yours.
"What's so funny?" You murmur in between kisses.
"I can still feel your blood in me," He leaves your lips, rubbing his nose against yours before he looks down between his legs, seeing himself already hardening again. "Don't think it wants to leave lil' ol' me."
"Well, it does take some time to leave your system," You remind him, hands running over his sweaty chest. "But you'll be able to day walk, only for a few hours though." His eyes widen, looking your face over for any signs of a jest. "Serious?" "Mm, why do ye think we were so popular to your lot back home?"
"Thought it's just because ye smell so good," He admits, already feeling himself becoming hot again. "But what a damn good bonus."
You laugh, head thrown back against the bed as he laughs with you. He's about to speak again, tell you how he's annoyed with himself for spending weeks deciphering riddles and being scared of a threshold that didn't exist when the two of you hear a low, piercing call of a bird you hadn't heard in some time.
You both freeze, your head tilting back to stare at the window that was still shielded by curtains. Your eyes flicker, and the fabric is drawn back, startling the vampire beside you.
It should be night time. But sunlight peaks through, and you're scrambling to your knees, ignoring the way Remmick tries to hide from the suns rays before remembering your words from just moments before.
He holds his hand out to the sun slowly, grinning as the light doesn't burn and blister his skin. He doesn't even notice the way you've climbed out of the bed, ignoring the way your thighs burn slightly as any muscle pain slowly heals.
Remmick calls your name, but you're at the window, seeing a gull prance around the sill before it flies off. Sea salt fills your senses, small sprays of water dropping onto the wood below.
Your eyes follow the bird, tears filling the corners as you no longer see the trees of the Mississippi, but the green of the cliffs you hadn’t seen for thousands of years.
Remmick’s arms wrap around you from behind, the words even escaping him.
Home.
