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18+ 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘯𝘪
𝘛𝘸: 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥/𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵
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Fresh from your shower, you sat perched on the red velvet cushion of your bed bench. Your eyes peered over to the soft crackle of fire, watching tiny embers fly from the frame of the fireplace. The coconut oil drank up your marocchino skin, dripping onto the indents of the diamond shaped hollow behind your knee. You let out a steady breath, your hands going to cradle the sides of your neck—instinctively running two fingers over the two dotted scars there. A soft breeze fell over you, a gift from the open window you forgot to close before your bath. Moonlight peaked in, pooling the chestnut floorboards in a pale blue tint, soaking up the red ascents in the large rugs. With your body now drenched in oil, the soft red lace clung to the skin above your breasts, unyielding to your movements as you stood. In four strides you reached the tall nightstand, your hand slipping over the fresh petals of the roses—a treasure your beloved endowed, renewing it the moment they began to wilt.
Lifting your wrist, you reached for the dagger shaped perfume bottle, the white label reading “𝐻𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒷 𝒩𝑜𝒾𝓇𝑒” A scent that mirrored your morning breakfast—brown sugar that melted into a soft amber. You spritzed the scent twice onto your chest, wrists and legs, rubbing in the scent to mix with the oil. You were careful to not get any on your neck, the taste was a great repugnance to her. Dark curls curtained your gaze as you peered at your reflection, the glint in your eyes palpable as it always was on nights like these. When the moon settles into its peak, a nipping breeze lapping at your fingertips—when your heart hammers against the bones of your rib cage, screaming in quiet euphoria. You knew she’d be here soon, to mete out the ritual between the two of you. It was simple really, not much of a bargain—you were eager for the vampyr, Ambessa Medarda, a creature bound to hunger.
Your devotion wasn’t quiet to your beloved, her survival was poetry and you held the quill, willingly so. A breeze suddenly swept from behind you, and your spine stiffened. A quick glance at the clock read 12:55 pm, and you turned around with slow grace. The warlord stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, two golden red dots embedded in the abyss of the space she procured. The red fabric pulled taut over her waist, the rest of the cloth draping loosely as she walked over to you. Her scent enveloped you first—a rich regal of crushed roses bathed in vanilla, a smell that wove before her hands went to your hips.
“Dilectus mues.” 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥
Her lips drank in the soft skin of your neck, teeth grazing at the hurried thumb of your pulse. Your eyelids fluttered shut whilst your hand snaked up towards the nape of her neck, your other hand roaming mindlessly across her waist.
“You’re as radiant as dawn.” Ambessa cooed.
She pulled back, eyes adorning over your figure while she palmed the space underneath your breasts. Her thumbs ran tirelessly over every inch she could, trailing up from your nipples to glide over the back of your neck. She held you there to bring you to a slight tilt, capturing your mouth in a desperate kiss. It was as if you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs when she captivated you with her presence. The fact blatant as you struggled to stand upright, grateful she held you in her hands.
“I’ve missed you.” You muttered into her lips, a statement made plea.
You did miss her, more than the air that flowed into your lungs, more than life itself. She’d been so busy with meetings, business trading and deals that you’d barely seen each other today. She huffed in a silent agreement, bending down an inch to cup the back of your bare thighs, wrapping them around her waist. You swaddled the sides of her face with both hands before one slid lower to coast over her chest. Ambessa’s skin was as cold as glaciers in the winter, but you didn’t mind, you rarely did. She lowered you onto the satin red sheets of your bed, attacking your chest and collarbones with open mouthed kisses. She ripped the fabric of your nightgown in two, earning a stubborn whine—your first time wearing the expensive piece and you wanted nothing more than to look pretty for her.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more.”
You smiled faintly at her words, letting out heavy breaths as her tongue ran over the exposed skin. The cold breeze licked over your rigid nipples, the harsh air now replaced by her large calloused hands.
“You torture me—your scent is so ravishing—“
She tore her lips from your skin, hands roaming to tear away the remaining fabric. Brightened irises stared down at your bare body, tongue slithering from her mouth while her canines lengthened. You looked up at her as your hands grabbed at her wrists, tilting your head to further look at the expression you oh so loved dearly. The one that looked like she wanted to tear you open, to take everything of yours to make it her own. Her eyes met yours as she sneered, silently asking to indulge herself in what she needed most. You drug your hands up her arms, pushing your fingernails into her skin to pull her closer.
Your lips met in speech, your body submitting to her mouth as she knelt down to plant kisses on your lower abdomen.
“I’m yours.” You breathed.
Her tongue replaced her mouth as she explored your body, placing nimble pecks along your ribs. Her hands still nursed your breasts like a dying thing, thumbs encircling over the hardened beads so her mouth could land where she wanted it most. Her breath was heavy, smelling of sweetened wine—a luxury she allowed herself when you weren’t in arms reach, it fanned over your jaw and chin as she shot you a final look begging for approval. You nodded—a beat, and then a seared pain bloomed on the side of your neck, spreading to your veins. You gasped as you always did, the pain was something you hadn’t gotten used to but loved all the same. Ambessa’s hand slid from your breasts to your waist to steady you while a soft moan escaped her. The hum sent a pleasurable vibration through you, furrowed brows accompanying the slight arch in your back.
You arched into her fingers, your nails digging half moons into her spine. She drew back shortly with a growl, mouth agape and dripping with your crimson. The whites of her eyes now bled into a high scarlet as she peered down at you, red veins playing in the creases around her eyes—a monstrous sight to all but you. You stared up at her with a light daze with a now fuzzed over mind, lazy candlelight reflecting in the blood that dripped onto your chest.
“Beautiful.” The only word you could muster.
The sight of her mouth curling upwards at the corners made your stomach flip—a telling smile from the Warlord, and slowly she began to pull your thighs apart.
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Writing smut cringes me tf out so I couldn’t follow through LMAO hope you guys enjoyed
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