Always Watching
Summary; As a Watcher, you’re part of the town council that helps the Vampires and the humans live together peacefully. However when you fall for one of the most charismatic vampires in town, Sherlock Holmes, life becomes complicated. Add in an unorthodox addition of Werewolf/Vampire Town Elder Geralt to your new relationship, they help you deal with the realisation that you are also not human, learning to accept your true nature as a succubus. All this on top of a growing threat of a monster that is snatching people in the night and plaguing your dreams.
sequel to The Watcher and The Watched.
Fandom: Henry Cavill, Enola Holmes, The Witcher
Wordcount: 2433
Relationship: Vampire!Sherlock x Succubus Reader x Vampire/Werewolf!Geralt (No body type or race is described for the reader)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Unprotected Sex, Rough/Primal Sex, Doggy Style, talk of restraints, restraining reader during sex, spanking, neck biting, losing consciousness, lucid dreams, tentacles, kidnap by monster.
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Always Watching
Clutching the stack of books you hugged them to your chest as you made your way back to your apartment, there was research to do and it was going to be a late night. In the last few weeks things in town had changed, though not to the general population, but the town council had made drastic changes since Sherlock and Geralt had reported back as to what was causing the unrest. People were also starting to go missing, your father included, and after initial futile searches, a crew had been dispatched to the labyrinth of caverns beneath the town. You and Sherlock had led a team, only briefly seeing a glimpse of the beast that lurked, a long purple tentacle the size of your thigh slithering away into the darkness.
Arriving at your place you juggled the books in one arm as you unlocked the door, setting them onto the table before heading back and shutting the door. Settling down to the ancient texts you’d pulled from the vault of the town archives, you started to research a theory that had crept into your mind. As the night went on your fatigue crept in, eventually falling asleep at the small table in your kitchen.
Your dream was vivid; a bright light illuminating crystal blue-green waters, the ebb and flow of water washing over your body. The tip of a tentacle curled across your chest and you realised you were barely dressed, just a flimsy chemise covering your body that was all but transparent. More tentacles appeared from the water, softly wrapping around your calves before climbing to your thighs. The water started to bubble and the curved back of the beast appeared, scaled and dark, before finally it reared its head from the water. There was a haze as you tried to focus, mists swirling around the creature yet through the tendrils of vapour you saw it shift and change, its form morphing into that of a man. His clothes hung in shreds from his shoulders, a wide ceremonial chain draped around his shoulders. The mists cleared and he lowered himself to you, his face inches from your own as he took in the sight of your spread form beneath him, the tentacles still gripping you. Just as he went to speak the vision faded, dissipating like steam out of a window.
Strong arms carried you and you realised you were in your apartment, those same strong arms connected to a firm chest, the scent of Rosemary surrounding you;
“What?... Sherlock?”
“Shhh, I came to drop breakfast over and found you slumped at the table. Were you up all night?”
“I dreamed… I had a dream…” you murmured
“Shhh its ok, get some rest, you can tell me later”
He set you down on your bed, pulling the covers over your body as he watched you drift off to a dreamless sleep, trying to chase the vision you’d had earlier but nothing came.
-
A loud knocking at the door pulled you from the depths of your dreamless sleep, and as you were rising to sit on the side of your bed you heard a grunt and a click, and a familiar hulk was soon standing in the doorway;
“Patience is a virtue Geralt”
“And one i don’t have” He stood in the doorway, one leg crossed over the other, a large garment bag hanging from one fingertip; “Sherlock asked me to drop this off”
“What is it?”
You padded on bare feet to where he stood, unzipping the bag with your tired fingers, Geralt watching as you pulled the gorgeous gown from it;
“Sherlock sent it over. It’s from the archives. For the big celebration ball tonight”
“The ball… OH, that ball.”
You had been so busy with your research you had completely forgotten about the annual ball that the town council and elders would attend. This year you had been invited as Sherlock’s plus one.
“Yes, that ball” Geralt said with a hint of sarcasm but a smirk chasing after it, before he hooked his finger beneath your chin and pulled your face up to look at him; “Are you sure you’re ok? When was the last time you fed?”
“I… err… I had dinner last night? I think Sherlock dropped some breakfast off but I went straight back to sleep…”
“No, not ate; fed”
It took a moment to realise what he meant;
“Oh. It’s been over a week. Sherlock’s been busy”
“Hmmn” was the only reply you got, Geralt setting the dress over a chair before pulling his phone out and dialling and waiting for an answer;
“Yeah it’s me. I’m with her now… uh-huh, yes i dropped the dress off… yup… no idea… Listen, Sherlock, she hasn’t fed in over a week” there was a pause where Geralt listened to his friend speak; “Yes you should have… uh-huh… Are you sure? Ok ok, yeah i’ll do it…ok… yes i’ll make sure she’s there on time…ok, bye.”
Geralt hung up and a smile played on his lips;
“Get on the bed, sweetheart”
“What…?”
He took a step forward and was suddenly crowding your personal space. Hooking a finger under your jaw he pulled your chin up so you were looking directly at him. His lips opened but he didn’t say a word, instead that finger trailed down your neck, pausing on the throbbing vein of your jugular before resting at the low neckline of your t-shirt;
“I said… Get. On. The. Bed”
Your legs shook as you took the few steps back until the backs of your knees met the edge of the bed, Geralt still advancing on you as you fell back onto the messy covers. With lightning fast reflexes the vampire-werewolf hybrid was on his knees and pulling your panties down your legs, before hooking his massive arms around your thighs and pulling your ass to the edge of the mattress. His face was inches from your core and you watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting out a hum of appreciation at your scent, before he pressed his mouth to your centre.
You squirmed beneath his touch, hands reaching out to push him away;
"Geralt, no… i haven't showered!"
He let out a low growl, glaring at you;
"Woman! Stay still… i can't get enough of your scent…" his eyes glowed gold and you were reminded that he was half werewolf, his instincts even more primal than Sherlock's vampiric nature when added in with being a mix of the both. You couldn't help but to continue your movements and another growl resonated from his throat; "... don't make me fit spreader bars to you"
"You wouldn't…"
A dark smirk played over Geralt's lips;
"Oh, I certainly would… in fact i'll make a note to suggest it to Sherlock, i have a feeling he'd very much enjoy seeing you spread and immobile for us to use as we wish"
With a smirk on his lips he descended back between your thighs, his rough tongue lapping at your core and relishing the way you responded to his ministrations. Soon you were coming on his tongue, a low growl emitting from him between your thighs as he drank down your essence. Your head fell back against the bed as you basked in the glow of energy that surged through you, before you felt Geralt’s hands gripping your hips and suddenly flipping you over;
“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you little succubus?”
“Oh…”
He pulled your hips up until your ass was in the air and that’s when you felt the firm nudge of the thick fleshy tip of his cock push through your folds. Glancing over your shoulder you saw Geralt’s fangs had descended and his lips were curled into a snarl as he thrust forwards and filled your soft cavern completely.
If it hadn’t been for your previous orgasm you’d probably be screaming the house down, instead the afterglow softened the brutality of his werewolf side taking over, rutting without remorse into you like a wild animal taking its mate. All that was going through your mind was surge after surge of energy that Geralt willingly shared with you, pushing you higher and higher as he reached new depths within your body. Your were blindly reaching back, seeking his touch or to simply feel him, when his large hand caught your wrist and pinned it behind your back. He did the same with the other, holding both your wrists in a tight grip with one hand, before his other hand came down sharply on your ass;
“Woman, i’m gonna keep those hands still until i’m done with you, no squirming with me, i’m not like Sherlock, i’m going to take charge and give you what you need”
“Yes Geralt… give it to me” you cried out, the pleasure filling your body making tears run down your cheeks.
Another sharp spank to your behind had you clenching around him, rewarding you with another growl before he only increased his pace again, bringing you to the edge of sanity as you felt yourself starting to go cross eyed from the way he was fucking you so well, a small puddle of drool beneath your mouth on the sheets where you had lost the ability to speak in any form of coherency.
When you did finally come your eyes rolled back in their sockets, your mouth open in a silent scream as you submitted to the euphoria surging through your soul. Limp and pliable in Geralt’s hands, he pulled you up to kneeling, your back flush with his chest, and as he sank his cock so deep into you for one final time, coating your cervix with his seed, he sank his teeth into your neck and drank from you. But none of this you were aware of, you’d already blacked out.
-
Many hours later you were fed, washed, and dressed in the gown Geralt had dropped off, your body aching in ways you didn’t know were possible. And yet dressed in the blood red gown whilst you ran behind Geralt through the narrow streets of the city, you felt more alive than you ever had before.
“Come on, move those fancy toes” Geralt growled to you as you struggled to keep up with his long strides
“Hey, you're not the one wearing heels whilst trying to walk on cobblestones… or who’s insides were rearranged repeatedly just a few hours ago”
He stopped and turned, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth;
“Hmmmn” his eyes glinted gold in the evening light as he watched you catch up, before turning and continuing onto the grand hall at the centre of the old walled city.
As the grand hall came into sight you could see Sherlock pacing at the top of the steps, looking suave in a full tuxedo, a stark contrast to Geralt’s all black ensemble of leather jacket, silk shirt, and jeans that clung to his thighs almost illegally. Upon seeing you trotting along still behind Geralt, Sherlock descended the steps and pulled you into his arms;
“You look stunning. I trust Geralt took good care of you?”
“Look at her, she’s fucking glowing” Geralt interrupted; “Of course i took good care of her, might not be satisfied with just you anymore”
Sherlock laughed before pressing a kiss to your cheek, his lips brushing against your ear;
“You look stunning, and i apologise for neglecting you this week my darling, i’ll make it up to you…”
Resting your hand on his firm chest you smiled at him;
“I look forward to it”
His long fingers wrapped around yours and he gently lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, only for Geralt to pointedly clear his throat;
“When you two are done… it’s time to go in”
-
The gala was stunning, held in the sunken catacombs of the old grand hall, it would seem the elders were going to stick to tradition no matter what threat loomed over them, seeking a sense of normalcy just for the night. There were many faces you recognised and even more you didn’t, and after tiring of dancing - taking turns for both Geralt and Sherlock to be your partner - you stood at the edge of the room against the ancient carved stone balustrade of the steps that led down into the waters, sipping on your drink as you watched the crystal clear waters slowly ripple. The music faded out and the mayor stood started to make a speech, and you looked around to find Sherlock or Geralt, finding them both in deep discussion with gruff Constable Marshall. As the major droned on, forced laughter rippling around the cavern it hid the sound of the water rippling behind you, of a dark shadow moving up the steps. The room was cold and a shiver ran over your exposed skin. Your attention moved back to Sherlock who caught your gaze, smiling and nodding before stepping through the crowd, and that was when you felt it.
Looking down your eyes went wide and you dropped your glass, a scream bubbling up from your diaphragm as the long purple tentacle curled around your ankle. The people at the top of the staircase turned just in time to see other tentacles curl around your wrists and neck, before it lifted you and you were dragged into the water.
-
The world came back into view, your vision hazy, and you suddenly realised you needed to expel whatever vile taste was in your mouth, rolling on sandy stone and coughing out the catacomb water. As you shivered on your hands and knees, your soaked dress in tatters, a thick tentacle slithered past and it suddenly shocked you fully awake. With a gasp you turned, trembling as the waters bubbled and a mass of swirling tentacles unfurled. It was then that you realised your dream hadn’t been a dream, it was a premonition;
“No…” you quietly spoke, trying hard to focus on the centre of the mass, the body of the creature forming. When it finally spoke it was if it was speaking through charred remains;
“Still… stay still…”
You shook your head, scrambling backwards until tentacles curled around your ankles and gripped your calves; “STILL!” it commanded, pushing closer to you and that’s when you saw it; the ceremonial chain.
You’d found it in your research, you knew what - or who - this was, you just weren’t sure how he’d gotten that way;
“Please… wait. I can help you… Charles…”
