feat. Victoria (Twilight)
ᯓ★ You belong to no one but Victoria. It seems not everyone realizes that.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, dom!victoria, sub!reader, vampire!reader, reader and victoria are mates, no james x victoria, possessiveness/ownership, mentioned sexual harassment (from james), boot worship, praise, pussy worship, fingering, masturbation (f!receiving), cunnilingus
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
“I don’t like that smell on you.”
You gasp and pivot at that all too familiar voice. “Victoria! I was just coming to find you!”
“What happened?” The question comes out as more of a demand.
“James, he—” she pulls you to her, leaning down and inhaling your scent even more deeply.
“James. I should have known.” She pulls away and glares down at you. “I told you to stay away from him.
“I tried!” You plead. “But he followed me into town. Cornered me when I was scoping out the locals and it caused a scene.” You scowl. “We lost our meal because of him.”
James was always an annoyance for you. He was fascinated in constantly tracking you down, as you had the gift of teleportation and could vanish to any place as long as you knew the exact coordinates of it.
You and Victoria joined James in forming his coven, as he found the powers you both possessed useful. But lately he had been overstepping, making passes at you despite you being Victoria’s mate.
Victoria had been furious when you told her, and you were just barely able to prevent your coven from being torn apart.
But now, whatever she wanted to do to him, you wouldn’t stop her.
“Found you.”
You jump as James finally approaches, a wicked smirk on his face. “I could smell you miles away.”
Victoria steps in front of you, a hand held out to hold you behind her and out of his view. “Have you no respect? She is my mate.”
His expression doesn’t drop. “You know I always like a chase.” His beady eyes bore into you, and you glare back and tighten your grip on Victoria’s fur shawl. You bare your teeth, but Victoria stops you before you can get any more confrontational.
“Perhaps James needs a reminder of what he cannot have.”
Her tone holds an air of arrogance mixed with authority. You immediately understand what she’s getting at, that she wants James to know the hold she has over you.
Without another word, you drop to your knees, leaning into Victoria. You run your hands up and down her legs, awaiting her next command.
She holds her foot that sports a heeled, leather boot. “Lick it.”
You obey, bowing your head to her foot. You kiss the steel toe first, before trailing kisses down the side. You glance up at Victoria through your lashes and preen at the approval in her gaze.
As your focus stays on her boot, Victoria speaks up again, but she doesn’t talk to you. “Do you see how she listens?”
If James responds, you don’t hear it.
Victoria shoves the pointed tip of her boot into your mouth. You hold back a gag at the sudden intrusion and begin to suck on it, bobbing your head back and forth.
“She will lick the earth I walk beneath if I wish for it.”
She’s completely right. You move to do just as so, but Victoria stops you with a slight shake of her head. She pulls her boot back, and pets the top of your head.
“Pleasure me,” she purrs.
You move to undo her pants, and take a second to glance up at Victoria, her orange curls wildly framing her face like a halo. You pout as you notice her attention has turned away from you.
Instead, she stares at James, challenging him, daring him to do something. He remains in place, fists clenched at his side.
You only pull her pants down enough to expose her clothed mound to you. You bury your face into her, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her wetness stains her panties, and you lick her through the thin fabric. She moans under her breath and rests a hand atop your head, both as a guide and a sign of approval.
Her reaction only eggs you on. You shift her panties to the side and begin to pleasure her with your mouth, relishing in both the scent and the taste of her essence. Flicking your tongue inside of her, you play with her clit to provide additional stimulation.
Victoria’s hand on your head tightens. “You always know how to best please me without me telling you.” Her eyes flick up to James. Anger wafts off of him and the smell is so pungent that you bury your face farther into Victoria to try your best to avoid it.
You tease a finger inside of her entrance, getting her off with both the digit and your tongue. You curl your finger inside of her as your tongue reaches a particularly deep spot and she hums in approval.
Your pace increases, and you feel her quiver against your tongue. “There you go,” she croons, “you’re doing so well for me.”
Her praise has you reaching for your own entrance, already wet from being able to service Victoria. You toy with yourself, and you're so sensitive that you bring yourself to orgasm within minutes.
You moan against Victoria, and the vibrations from your sounds of pleasure have her following you quickly after as her peak rushes forward. You lap up the juices from her release with enthusiasm.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she signals you to stop with a small squeeze of your shoulder. You allow your hands to linger on her skin as you delicately slide her bottoms back up as they were before.
“I believe you understand your place now,” Victoria says, her voice edged with a low growl. “Leave us, and do not return.”
James stares her down at first, jaw clenched, before grunting and turning away, running off and leaving you two alone in the forest.
“What about the coven?” you whisper, pulling yourself up off the ground.
She silences you with a gentle kiss to your lips. “I am being generous by letting him leave peacefully. But he knows what happens if he tries anything with you again. It will be his last hunt.” She places a palm against your cheek. “We have survived on our own for years and we will continue to do so.”
You nod in agreement. “And where will we go?”
She looks out into the forest pensively. “There are rumors of large covens claiming territory in the Pacific Northwest. I want to indulge my curiosity.”
You nod and wrap your arms around her waist with no protest. Wherever Victoria goes, so would you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
