Acceptance
Pairing: Vampire!San x Human!Fem Reader
Summary: There are five stages of grief. Today, you woke up and finally accepted your fate. There is no escape from this place. You are home. This delusional vampire is never letting you go.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI with adult content. Stockholm Syndrome, forced isolation after kidnapping, minor blood play, unprotected sex/PIV, oral (F. receiving), minor nipple play, blood feeding, and use of pet names (angel, beloved).
Word Count: 6,200 and some change.
Author’s Note: This is a commissioned piece for @svintsandghosts! If you would like to learn more about how you can get a commission of your own, check out this post. Please enjoy.
Denial is the first stage of grief.
When you woke up in a foreign place, the previous evening was a blur. You remembered getting ready with your friends. The hour it took to get all the little details in your outfit and makeup perfect. There were giggles among your friends cramming in the small apartment bathroom. Jokes about who could get the most free drinks were only half serious. It was going to be a night to remember—your exact words to the group.
Funny how that didn’t work out.
San.
You remember meeting San. A man with hypnotizing eyes, a strong jawline, and a broad frame that was utterly earned muscle. He checked off everything on your mental checklist of attractiveness. It was the smile that exposed pretty dimples that melted through any of your defenses. He strolled up, dripping with confidence in a scandalously buttoned satin shirt and a pair of leather pants that hugged his thighs devastatingly well. He mentioned he was a dancer when he flirted with you. Dancers always have sculpted thighs and fabulous stamina.
“Let me show you,” he said while pulling you onto the dance floor. “One dance isn’t harmless?”
You let him guide you through the growing mass of patrons, without so much as a look back at the girls avidly encouraging you. Your bodies melded together with ease. You two were puzzle pieces, meant to be, as his touch stayed featherlight on your hips.
San wasn’t lying; there was a gracefulness in his moves that flowed harmoniously to the deafening beat of the music. One dance turned to three before you knew it. You were a doomed sailor trapped under his siren spell. There was no exhaustion in your limbs, no ache from the questionable choice of shoes you picked tonight, and no care for anyone else as long as you stayed in his embrace.
And that’s where the memories end. No matter how hard you try to focus, it’s just blank. A dark void, straining your already hungover mind. Perhaps you drank too much and didn’t remember coming home with San. Your clothes are still on, simply crinkled from rolling around in your sleep. San isn’t here next to you. Maybe he let you sleep it off. One-night stands might be rare for you, but it’s not a worry. You can find your shoes and purse, thank him for his hospitality, and then hail a taxi home. It’s a little awkward to explain to your friends; however, you could just flub some details to prevent intrusive questions. Yes, this was the plan.
You slip out of the plush bedding, bare feet sinking into the shag carpet. It’s then that you take in the details of the bedroom. A majority of the men in your life kept their apartments in a minimalist style, sleek and filled with shades of grey or black. Not San; the bedroom had shades of red with dark walls, giving the room some sort of gothic romance vibe.
He’s got taste.
Your purse sits at the end of the bed, resting on a footstool. It takes two strides to close the distance. Everything, including your cash, is accounted for when you go through it. The cellphone inside is dead, blinking a battery icon before the screen goes black. Still no reason to panic just yet. He respected your privacy and didn’t go through your belongings. Maybe he didn’t have a charger compatible with your phone? Or now that he earned his night with you, he didn’t care.
Long burgundy curtains call out to you when you notice no clock in the room. You hook an arm through the thin leather strap attached to your purse as you walk over to look out. The rings holding the curtain scrape along the rod as the curtain is pulled back. There are no sounds of the city. No sunlight blinding you. Instead of a window like you expected, a brick wall stands tall in front of you. A little weird, yet it makes sense; by chance he didn’t like the exposed brick. He used the curtains to maintain the darker aesthetic. Basement apartments are common in the city.
Fine, you didn’t need to know the time. You will find San, borrow his phone to call a taxi, and then leave. Except for a few minor details, the plan remains the same.
At the bedroom door, you hesitantly wrap your fingers around the gold handle. There is no resistance when you make a half turn to the right, but pushing or pulling won’t budge the door. It’s locked. San placed you here, then flicked a lock in place so you couldn’t leave. You try once more. No matter how you turn the handle, you can’t leave the room. Panic creeps its way through your body. Now you should be concerned. Red flags and loud alarms are screaming in your head.
This isn’t right.
How did this happen? Why can’t you remember anything past dancing with San? How are hours of your time just gone? Was it drugs? Perhaps a spiked drink? Why is he keeping you here? Did you fall in love with the one evil person in the club, and now you’re doomed? Were you fated to wake up in a bathtub filled with ice and both your kidneys removed?
“San?” You call out, voice uneasy from the fear.
There is movement on the other side of the door. Footsteps approach, and out of instinct, you back away, wanting to keep the distance from San until he explains what his intentions are. The sound of the lock shifting fuels your fight-or-flight response. You need to leave immediately. Forget waiting for a taxi; you will walk barefoot to a gas station if it gets you out of here sooner.
The door opens, and San appears. Gone is the satin shirt, replaced with a simple tee. Pajama pants hang low on his hips. His previously styled hair is now a mess of wet locks from a shower. His casual clothes are slightly reassuring. If he were going to harvest your organs, surely he would wear something that won’t hold evidence.
“Good morning.” He says sweetly, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “How did you sleep?”
You swallow the nervous lump trapped in your throat. “Fine. I’d like to leave now. My friends are probably so worried.”
San’s expression deadpans. He speaks nonchalantly, unaffected by your clear distress. “You’re not going anywhere, angel.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Beloved, it’s still early. Why don’t you try to sleep a little longer, yeah?” San suggests slowly taking a step closer. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
“You’re crazy.” You say with a forced laugh. The organ harvesting theory comes up again. You need to leave now. The window to get past him would be small. You might manage to run before he traps you in the room once more. If you could just get a little closer to the exit, it should be a clear shot. It’s better than sticking around. You stall a little longer with your words as you try to creep closer to the door. “I’m not your ‘beloved’ or your ‘angel.’ You’re going to let me out of this room.”
“Shh, now.” He coos, closing the remaining distance. A hand of his finds your chin. His grip is tight as he tilts your head, forcing eye contact. The irises are blood red as they expand and shrink the longer you look. You never noticed last night. Not that you could tell in the array of colorful lights strobing in the club.
“You’re not going anywhere,” San says, maintaining his calm, confident demeanor. His word is law, and you can’t fight it. You can’t pull away. That spell of his gaze is overpowering. It’s just as strong now as it was last night. “You’re going to go sit down like the good girl I know you are while I finish making your breakfast. It’s the most important meal for humans.”
In the next blink, San was gone. You are alone in the room once more, the door shut, the deadbolt clicking in place. Your feet betray you, turning you on your heel, moving on their own volition towards the bed where you sit. How did it end up like this? How did you fall so hard into this spider’s trap?
The devil was a gentleman. A gentleman who wears expensive clothes and smiles prettily while he charms his way close enough to you. You slipped into his arms on that dance floor, allowing him to steal you away while the surrounding crowd was oblivious. Now here you are, unable to disobey him, more confused than you were when you first woke up. You can’t stay here.
This is not your fate.
By day three trapped in the bedroom, you learn more about what San is. The knife you stole from the steak dinner he offered you pierces through his shoulder with ease. His howl of pain fills the room. Tears flood his lash line as he stares in disbelief. That’s all you need to see. You don’t stick around, letting him struggle to reach behind him for the handle to pull out. The bedroom door slams against the wall, and you take the ascending stairs two at a time.
You reach the upper floor landing before being tackled to the ground. San pursued you at a speed that is abnormal for a human. Your limbs struggle against the crushing weight of his frame. He easily manipulates your limbs until you are flat on your back and pinned down. The growl leaving him reverberates against your own chest cavity. Then the answers to your burning questions are right in your line of sight. Inches from you are two sharp, elongated fangs.
Vampire.
San is a vampire.
The rumors are true. There are vampires in the city. People joked about their existence. Tales to keep younger people away from the dangers of nightlife. Drunk ramblings from homeless people. You ignored the warnings. Vampires were just folklore to you.
“Stop fighting me!” he hissed out when you struggled with renewed determination. “It’ll only be worse for you.”
“Please,” you plead under him. “Just let me go!”
“Why would you do this, angel?” His voice shifts, softer and filled with pain. “How am I supposed to resist when your fear smells so good?” Your eyes wrench shut when he leans closer. A surprised gasp slips past your lips when the unfamiliar sensation of his wet tongue drags along your carotid artery. “I just want a small taste.”
“Don’t”
“It’s only fair, right?” San doesn’t even acknowledge your protest. “If you spill my blood, I will take yours to replace it.”
That was the first time San fed on you. It wouldn’t be the last. He became addicted to your blood. He couldn’t get enough. Every day, he would come down, bringing you meals and taking your blood as payment. You fought every time, yet in the end you were no match for the creature.
It takes less than two weeks to hit the bargaining stage of grief. Cue all the nights you spent on your knees begging to be released. It didn’t matter how he did it, just as long as it happened. Have him erase all of your memories with his compulsion. Leave you on the side of the highway. You wouldn’t say a word. No one would believe a vampire kidnapped you.
Your request offended San. You just didn’t understand yet. When walking this earth as long as him, you knew when you found the person meant for you. Meeting you at the club was fate. There was a little red string tying you and him together. You just couldn’t see it. It just took time. He didn’t want to hear your woes anymore. There is no leaving; this is your home. You have everything here with him. What is there to go home to? Your friends and family accepted that you are gone from this world. Time moved on for them.
Besides, isn’t this what every woman wants, even if it’s too good to be true? Fresh flowers every week, things on your wishlist bought periodically, and the takeout you crave when you want it. San doesn’t care about the expense. The cost isn’t a problem if it keeps you happy, if it keeps you from wanting to leave. You could have anything. Those were the words haunting you for the last few days. You weren’t even sure if it was days. Maybe it’s been over two weeks now. You lost track. It’s all been a blur the longer your reality of escaping was continuously squashed.
Anger is the third stage.
Despite the mess you made, despite how much you broke and how much you screamed, San was unbothered. He expected this phase. This was good; you are progressing well and working through your emotions. He validated you. It’s hard being away from friends and family. You gave up everything to be here. You just didn’t know how to handle the overwhelming pressure. Acting out isn’t punishable. Any messes could be cleaned, furniture was replaceable, and new clothing could be ordered.
“It’s okay, angel.” He would say it as if he weren’t standing in a destroyed bedroom. “I’m not mad. I’ll fix this.”
So time continued to move. Days continued to pass by. Though being in captivity, depression came as a powerful tsunami, driving any emotion out until the damage left nothing but a shell of your previous self. You didn’t eat, and you didn’t fight when he stole your blood. San still took care of you despite being forced to. A living doll he fed, cleaned, and dressed up, using his own hands and compulsion as needed.
That’s when the gift of Salem arrived. A black cat filled with affection for you. Your spirits lifted as you found comfort in the new companion. He required your attention and care. A responsibility you took seriously, forever worried San would take him away. For a moment, the thought of leaving was silenced. You were too focused on the way Salem slept next to you, purring away, completely content, unaware of the severity of your situation.
It didn’t mean you gave up completely. Your escape plan was shifting. Smuggling out a cat would be easier than killing a vampire. Yet every time you tried, the vampire was there to see every new plan fail.
San’s strategy changed after that. He used Salem against you to pull at your heartstrings. “You would abandon your companion so easily,” he would say. “Salem is your sweet baby boy. It’s too cruel for even you.”
And if the gaslighting and guilt didn’t work, well, there was the reliable compulsion.
Honestly, he hated using it. He wanted every emotion to be genuine. You would come around to loving him. The undead creature had nothing but time; he could wait you out. There was no going back, no freedom. It’s just a matter of time until you accept him. Even if you refused him with all of your might, it would be inevitable for you to crack. Humans need companionship; they need affection and attention. Salem wouldn’t be enough. You would seek San out. He knows this.
It was a battle you would lose, and today might be the day.
San slips through the door around four am, judging by the new digital clock you asked for. You abandoned the normal human sleep schedule to match his long ago. Your internal clock was flipped entirely so you could enjoy the nights with him. With the lack of windows down here, you wouldn’t know if it was daytime, anyway.
The vampire brought a gift tonight. In his arms are two dozen black roses. He spoke about them all week with excitement. As long as you didn’t remove them from the container, they would last for three years, perfectly preserved and requiring no maintenance. A perfect centerpiece for your kitchen table.
“What do you think?” San asks with genuine curiosity when placing the roses down in front of you. He shifts his body weight onto the other foot, nervous about your response as if he were a schoolboy confessing to his crush.
“They’re lovely.” You answer, voice timid. The dyed petals are velvety soft to your touch. Each one appears perfectly colored and quality-checked, no doubt costing a pretty penny. “This is so thoughtful.”
San shrinks into himself, bashful at the comment. “I’m glad you think so. You deserve only the best.”
This creature in front of you kills humans for their blood for sustenance. He’s taken your blood to quench his thirst. He manipulates you when you refuse him. This man ruined your life. He uprooted all of your dreams and goals.
You should fear him.
There should be nothing but hatred burning deep in your heart. After everything he’s done to ruin your life, the only thing you should do right now is drive a stake through his undead heart to end him.
Though for some unknown reason you can’t.
At first, you assumed it was fear. You are not strong enough to kill him. He has the strength of three men. The speed is unmatched by any creature. His powers can’t be resisted. Even if he got close enough thanks to your trust, it wouldn’t be enough for you to hurt him.
And a cruel voice in the back of your head says you shouldn’t. San was right. Not one person has spent this energy on you before. No one has devoted their entire existence to you. No human man would go to these lengths. They were selfish, disgusting beings typically fueled by their own selfish greed.
The soft brush of fingers against your cheek pulls you from your thoughts. San’s voice is softer, a little more than a whisper. “What has your head in the clouds today?”
“Just thinking about how much you love me.”
“Yeah?” he asks, a fond smile forming on his lips. “Are you understanding my love now?”
“I do.” You nod. “No one else goes to these lengths.”
“Because no one else can, angel. That’s all I’ve ever wanted you to understand.” San is gentle when leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. His gaze lingers on you, full of nothing but fondness for you. “I love you with my entire being. I will give you everything. Whatever you wish. I’ll be your slave. All I ask is for your devotion to me.”
His proposition is so simple. You just don’t have to fight it. Just welcome his love with open arms. It would be that easy. No more fights. No more lost time from the compulsion. All you have to do is say yes. Cave in and let those last walls of defense crumble.
How long will you drag this out? If you were escaping, it would have happened already.
San gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before speaking again. “I need to go make your lunch.”
“Wait,” you speak up, reaching for his hand to stop him from leaving. He doesn’t move, eyes back on you, waiting for you to continue. “I… I’m hungry for something else right now.”
“Angel, are you sure? If we cross this line, I don’t think I can go back.”
The last stage of grief is acceptance. Is that what this is? If you do this, then the fight in you is a candle you extinguished on your own. This was a line San never crossed. Yes, he would take your blood against your will, but not your body like this. It was a sacred gift you would give when you were ready.
“I want you.” You stated, trying to sit up straighter in some attempt to appear more confident. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.”
His eyes bore into yours, searching for any clue of trickery. Is there another escape plan brewing inside you? He could use his compulsion and make you answer with honesty. Though if he wants your trust, then he should accept yours without hesitation. It’s only fair.
“I… I don’t know if we’re there yet.” He answers after a moment, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. Perhaps he didn’t expect this so soon. The lack of confidence surprises you. He was genuine about not crossing this line in the sand until you took the step over it.
You rise to your feet while adjusting your hold on his hand. He allows you to pull him closer. There’s no fear coursing through your veins. Just the spike of excitement at the potential of what is about to occur. “You said you would take care of all my needs. Was that a lie?”
“No!” San answers immediately, offended at such a claim. “I’ve never lied to you.”
“Prove it then. Prove your so-called love to me.”
His lips crash against yours the second the words leave your lips. The kiss is filled with fiery passion. All of his self-restraint and desire molded into one overwhelming presence. You don’t fight when his tongue slips in to explore your mouth. There’s still a hint of coffee from when he made you a cup this morning. His argument was that if he knew how sweet you liked it, then he could make it correct.
Once again you are reminded how it’s all for you.
Maybe it’s time to be selfish then. If he wants to give, then you should take. Take more than you can handle. Bleed this creature in your own way. Be demanding, be spiteful with it. Keep this beast on its knees and on a short leash. Take control and have all the power.
San only breaks the kiss just long enough for you to take a gasp of air in. Then he’s on you once more; this time he lets your own tongue explore when you prod at his lips. You notice how sensitive his fangs are when running your tongue along one. It appears to drive him wild; he can’t get close enough to you. His hands wander over your body. Fingers tangle in your hair to hold the back of your head while the other moves to the small of your back to pull you flush against him. There’s no escaping the embrace. Even when he backs you up towards the bed.
Your legs hit the side of the bed a few seconds later, and when he urges you down, he releases his hold, finally giving you a moment to catch your breath. San watches you scoot up the bed with a predatory gaze. The corner of his lips twitches up, amused at how your heart rate spikes again. You haven’t stopped being a bug trapped in his web, and he finally gets to devour you the way he wants.
As graceful as a cat, San slowly crawls onto the bed to join you. The mattress dips where his knees slot on either side of your thighs. His eager hands helped you pull your shirt up and off. San tossed the clothing aside, leaving your breasts on display. Out of instinct, or maybe being self-conscious, your hands rest across your stomach, obscuring his view.
“No, angel, no,” San coos, soft and honeyed, reaching for your shielding arms. He’s cautious as he pins you down to the bed; both of your arms now rest on either side of your head. It’s a loose grip, one you could break out of if you wanted to. He’s so gentle with you. Or perhaps he’s far too lost in the sight of you under him. His eyes trail over your body, lust heavy in his voice. “Let me see all of your flawless body. Don’t be shy.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” He replies, a hint of anger in his tone now. It’s a warning, a reminder his word is law here. There is no room for disagreement.
The words you were ready to spew remain trapped in your throat. He distracts you by using a hand to run down in one smooth motion along the length of the fabric, unbuttoning his shirt seamlessly. An impressive action, though the sneak peek of the toned body causes your breath to catch in your throat. San smirks cockily in response. He knows his beauty; he knows your conflicted feelings, and now the last wall between you two is crumbling when your shaky hands reach for him.
He shrugs off his shirt, letting the material slip off his broad shoulders, allowing you the perfect opportunity to appreciate his muscled physique. He fed recently, judging by how there is color in his skin, a gorgeous sun-kissed tone from his human days. The more you observe, and the more you touch, you notice there are no scars, no blemishes, just a perfect form of a carved god.
San’s eyes flutter shut as he lets you continue to run the pads of your fingers down his chest, across the planes of his stomach, and down to his pants. He’s so content, savoring this intimate moment as long as he can so it’ll be ingrained in his memories. One of your palms cups the bulge of his hardening cock. In an instant, you are rewarded with a sinful groan that rumbles through the vampire’s chest. It’s low, almost a purr of satisfaction. After all this time, his lover is touching him so intimately on their own terms. If he were a human, this would be enough for him to cum in his pants like a horny teenager.
“You’re the only human to drive me this crazy,” San rasps out before leaning down for another kiss. He speaks against your lips. “Angel, please, tell me it’s okay to have you.”
Over you, his body quivers, waiting for your answer. There is a battle raging inside him, quite literally fighting his self-control. Despite his lack of a moral compass, he waited, knowing this would be more satisfying. There’s no fight left inside you. You are caving into the beliefs he spewed every day.
His eyes lock on you when he speaks again. Somehow his tone is even more desperate as he continues to plead. “I beg of you. I’ll give you pleasure you never knew existed.”
“Take it.” You say, voice soft, though you had no doubt the vampire could hear you clear as day. This was it, the last barrier of defense. You were submitting all of yourself to him. “Worship me like you promised.”
Without hesitation, San sits back on his knees, hands finding the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your hips raise off the bed, and in one gentle motion, he pulls your remaining clothing down your thighs and off your body. Just like your shirt, he tosses the clothing away, now settling between your spread thighs. The vampire appears lost in a daze, taking in every inch of you that is exposed to him.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows over his face. You didn’t move, lying on the rumpled satin sheet, chest rising and falling with anticipation. San waits till your legs part wider to invite him closer. A shiver traveled up your spine as his icy fingers traced along the smooth curves of your inner thighs, simply enjoying the heat radiating from your pussy.
“Oh, angel, your body is fucking perfection,” San murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. He leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your hip bone. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, thumbs brushing the sensitive crease where leg met torso. “Every goddamn inch of you is so soft.”
Your fingers thread through his soft locks as he nuzzles lower. San’s lips ghosted over your pubic bone, inhaling deeply, groaning at your scent. “I wanted to taste you that night at the club. You were so wet when we danced,” he said, voice husky. Without hesitation, he drags his tongue flat against your folds, tasting the first hint of arousal. Shame warmed your face. You were already so slick, and he lapped it up greedily, his saliva mixing with the wetness to create a glistening sheen.
He parted your folds with his thumbs, exposing you fully to his gaze. “Look at this beautiful clit, swollen and begging for me,” San whispered, blowing a cool stream of air over it before diving in. His lips sealed around the sensitive nub, sucking gently at first. Once he earned your moans, he went harder, fueled with determination to get you really vocal. The love of his life was enjoying his touch, enjoying him. His tongue flicked rapidly while he hummed in approval, the vibrations sending jolts through you.
Saliva and your arousal dripped from his mouth as he worked, coating your thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath your ass. San didn’t care about the mess; he reveled in it, letting strings of spit connect his lips to your pussy each time he pulled back to admire his handiwork. “You’re so wet for me, angel. Tastes so fucking good. Better than I imagined,” he praised, plunging his tongue deep into your hole, now thrusting it in and out, mimicking a cock. All while his nose rubbed against your clit.
Your hips bucked as your moans filled the room the longer San continued. The vampire didn’t require time to breathe. He could maintain his pace, building your orgasm up. No man could ever bring the promise of a high this effortlessly, this quickly.
“I’m going to come.” You warn, hands slipping away from the crown of his head, down to grasp the sheets in a tight hold to ground you or to keep you from ascending from this world. “Don’t stop.”
You knew enough to know San wouldn’t dream of it. His actions never faltered; he waited the wave of pleasure out until you were boneless on the bed, and your whining from overstimulation told him he was allowed to pull away.
“Every inch of you is mine. No one will ever have the privilege of seeing you like this. Only me,” he growls, strings of saliva stretching from his lips to your dripping pussy. “Do you even know how pretty you are when you come?” he continued, eyes dark with lust. “How am I supposed to stop?”
Then he dove back in, lips sealing around your clit once more. Two fingers pushed inside you with minimal resistance, instantly curling to search for that spongy spot deep inside you. He didn’t care how much you writhed across the bed; he simply followed. There wasn’t even a complaint when your thighs clamped around his head, trapping him in place. Still, San didn’t let up, keeping his promise to worship you.
“Come again for me, angel,” he urged, his voice muffled against you. “Give it to me. I’ve earned it.”
When your second orgasm peaks, a fresh wave of wetness floods his mouth. He swallows eagerly, chasing the excess that trickles down his chin and onto your ass. You physically can’t endure any more. Your heart beats erratically in your chest cavity, ready to shatter your ribs. It takes all of your remaining strength to push him away.
San is a terrifying sight where he’s perched at the end of the bed. His red pupils have dilated widely, just as they do when he feeds. The entire lower half of his face and chin is soaked. The monster he is would’ve refused to stop despite being drunk on your pussy. It’s a genuine threat he would spend eternity between your thighs. The thought alone has your walls clenching around nothing.
The action doesn’t go unnoticed. A switch flips in the vampire’s mind, and he’s reminded he can fuck you properly. His gaze doesn’t leave your wet folds as he blindly reaches for the button on his jeans. He fumbles, ripping the fabric in frustration at the few seconds he’s wasting. San doesn’t even undress fully, instead pushing the denim and boxer briefs down his thighs just enough for his hard cock to be free.
Your eyes widen in shock at the reveal of what is about to be inside you. You would never admit it to his face, but your mouth waters at the mess of precum he smears along the length when he strokes himself. San slots himself impossibly close, letting the tip of his cock rub against your pussy. It’s now when his eyes finally trail back up to you.
With haughty confidence, he speaks. “You’re mine. Say it, angel. I need to hear it from your lips.”
“I’m yours,” you answer, hesitation long gone. You would say anything he wanted to have him bury his cock deep inside you sooner. “I understand now. I was always yours.”
San thrives in your answer. He sinks every inch of his cock in one thrust until his hips are flush against yours. Both of his arms hook around your thighs, not only to keep you close but also to provide leverage to drive his cock in and out. There is nothing sweet about his pace. He’s not here to make love to you; he’s here to fuck you after all this time. It’s greedy, as he always is.
“San!” you cry out, not from the pain but the power behind the vampire’s thrusts. “Sannie, please.”
“You don’t have to beg, angel.” He says, while rutting his hips even faster. His cock now presses impossibly deep, the tip brushing against your cervix to the extent that it’s almost painful. The walls of your pussy mold around him, clinging to keep him buried in you. Your own orgasm comes suddenly, and the wetness fills the room with the sound of skin on skin. You should feel ashamed for allowing this beast to have you.
“Yes, that’s it.” He moans shamelessly, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull. “Come for me. Don’t you dare hold back!”
As quickly as the high comes, it slips away, allowing you to focus on the creature above you. His eyes are locked on your neck, where your pulse pounds from the elevated heart rate. Fully elongated fangs peeked from under his lips. San doesn’t need oxygen to breathe, but the vampire is panting, a mix of exertion and fighting the fundamental urge to drain you dry. Even with the fear of that possibility, you tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck. A silent invitation for him to take even more of you.
There is no second thought. The hold on your thighs is gone when San leans forward. His muscular arms wrap around your body, pulling you flush against him. The cold temperature of his skin is jarring against your flushed and sweaty skin. His fangs pierce through the skin with a slight pinch. You gasp, hearing the sound of the vampire swallowing mouthfuls of your blood. And yet, somehow, the vampire’s hips continue to rock at the same aggressive pace.
Your vision spins from the revelation or the blood loss. You’re not even sure anymore. The few seconds of him feeding last a lifetime. San eventually pulls away, letting you sink into the mattress. His hold shifts to your hips, now returning to the task at hand now that his hunger is satiated.
Shakily, you bring your fingers to the wound on your neck. Blood coats the pads of your fingers as you smear the blood down your chest, across a breast, and right over the hardened nipple. The vampire over you licks his lips before diving forward again. His warm, wet tongue drags along the trail you made before sealing his lips around your nipple, sucking harshly till the taste of your blood is long gone.
“I knew it would be a matter of time until you understood. It was fate for us to be together.” San mumbles, once again on another one of his delirious rants. “I mean it, you belong to me. You are never leaving. You are mine.”
You slightly nod, head swimming in the clouds as you try to focus on him. “Only yours.”
“Don’t pass out on me now. I want to feel you come around my cock again.” San demands, slipping a hand down to your pussy. His thumb finds your neglected clit, rubbing messy circles, amplifying the jolts of pleasure through your core. “Come on, I know you can.”
“Oh, San!” you gasp out, eyelids fluttering shut while you accept your fate. Another orgasm is inevitable. Is this the third? Fourth? You lost count long ago. How he’s able to build another so quickly and so easily for the nth time is ridiculous. Still, your body goes rigid, perfectly taut under him in anticipation. Release comes a second later, stronger than before. It’s overwhelming and mind-melting until no thoughts flow in your head. All you can focus on is the white-hot pleasure coursing through every inch of your body.
The reality that San won’t stop is a real possibility. He may be selfish and go until your body gives out. You should stop this madness. Tonight shouldn’t have progressed this far. You wanted to leave. You were going to earn his trust, find a weak spot, and run far away from this place.
And yet here you are, accepting your fate, the fight long gone.
You are accepting what he gives.
You accepted him.
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