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Just a reminder for people helping their friends by proofreading their workโฆ and also a tip also?? Ignore unless you like hearing someone rant about why children dialogue and behavior in writing are wild cards.
Some people PURPOSELY give a character bad grammar or misspell words to highlight either an accent or a lisp. If you encounter this in a quotation donโt go on about it like itโs wrong. More polite and honestly more helpful thing to do is highlight and ask โis this one purpose? If not,โ' then suggest the correction. Maybe also add if it was on purpose what else they could do instead if it seems over done or done too little.
And writers, donโt be scared to do that. Thereโs more to speaking than stutters. If youโre writing a child, especially a young child, use vague language. Use incorrect grammar occasionally. As an example I have a 6 year old character in an original story Iโm writing (younger sister to the male lead) and she has a habit of still using ed at the end of words instead of others words. She also adds an S at the end of words randomly. An example (literally a sentence she says) โMorningโฆ Donโt make funs of my breathโฆโ
It isnโt correct grammatically, but for a child still learning how to talk correctly itโs okay. It can even be taken as a lisp.
Another example: โWe eated breakfast, bubby.โ
Also isnโt correct, but again this is a 6 year old. She hasnโt learned that ed at the end of words isnโt always correct. She doesnโt know Ate is better.
Another thing is accents. Itโs okay to change how you spell a word so we as readers can tell โoh Todd has a specific accent!โ A good example is Hagrid from Harry Potter. He has a strong accent so his dialogue reflects it.
Another thing, going back to childrenโฆ if the character says something out of pocket, completely incorrect, or just crazyโฆ. Let it go. Donโt go to your friend who asked you to proofread and then go like โhey thatโs not rightโ (political or logical). Want to know why? KIDS THINK AND SAY CRAZY STUFF! Itโs okay for say example a kid from as young as five up to middle school age to say something like โmayo is part of a chickenโs ab**tion!โ Why? They probably heard roughly what it was, got confused, and their mind filled in gaps that made sense TO THE KID. Itโs okay for batshit to come out their mouths. Thereโs a reason kids get nicknames like ankle bitters and tiny gremlins. They say and do crazy. LEAVE AUTHORS ALONE WHEN THEY DECIDE TO DEMONSTRATE THAT CRAZY. And authors donโt be afraid to! I remember someone awhile back asking me why I made a character say something similar to this example (she was talking to her brother who was refusing a sandwich because of the mayo) and they didnโt understand why she said that. The age at that timeโฆ WAS SEVEN. Then didnโt understand why the dad laughed it off and jokingly said โshe gets her humor from meโ.
So I express DESPERATELY leave peopleโs dialogue alone when they pick accents, unless you have a suggestion on how to use that accent in that sentence better. DO NOT get cranky over how your friend decided to write child because โit sounds weird.โ Kids say things all the time. Dialogue isnโt perfect grammar. If it was, it would be harder to connect to a character especially if theyโre described to be less educated, from a foreign region, and itโs actually a little creepy to meet a child that articulates too well. Remember with dialogue always ask first โis this on purpose?โ And with kids you really should chalk it up to childhood shenanigans for most things.
Did I make this because I see too many people getting upset with a kid? Yes. Also because people donโt understand grammar isnโt always a good thing to for dialogue based on what the character is.
โWhy is Alastor calling him sweetheartโ because he is a man from the deep south and terms of endearment are often used condescendingly here. โBless your heartโ is a classic all-purpose K.O. Heโs not fond of Vox, heโs making fun of him in a way that Voxโs northern ass wouldnโt understand.
NIFFTY WAS ABLE TO USE HER ENERGY LIKE THE OTHER LORDS, BUT BAXTER, ANGEL, and VAGGI COULDNT!! To me thatโs proof she was an overlord, probably a lesser one.
Hazbin spoilers ep7 and 8 no pictures just thoughts
So here are my thoughts!!
1. LOVE LOVE LOVE that Vox as a human had heterochromatic eyesโmakes his eyes as a sinner better honestly. More a compliment than anything, I just love it!!
2. Yes I did love his song. I love the contrast of him and Alastor because we didnโt see anything of Alastor killing others who helped him, may have rivaled him, or any of that. But we do see Vincent do this! It does show us what Alastor was picking at with how he needs othersโliterally he uses others with power. While Alastor for what we know made it to his spot on his own and he more than likely just killed people who were offending him and considering the time he was aliveโฆ well you get the gist. Alastor didnโt need to kill to get his spot. But Vincent apparently did. He used several people and erased people in his way. He literally planned to abandon his partners!!
3. I LOVE PENTIOUS AND SERAโS SONG SO MUCH! It was about time they spoke one on one! Sera really needed his insight to understand the sinners. She needed someone less cryptic to help her understand what the speaker of god was trying to help guide her towards.
4. Baxter really said โnah Iโm loyal to this hotel now fuck the tvโ.
5. Abel awww heโs really showing heโs still Adamโs son! I think Abelโs main issue is his confidence and it really shows here because when he musters it heโs able to get Lute to fall back. He isnโt an asshole like Adam, but deep down he DOES have his leadership skills, he just needs to grasp it and develop confidence in it.
6. LOVE Alastor in these. We knew he had a plan the entire time. And in the end he got Rosie to FINALLY FIX HIS FUCKING STAFF.
7. Also notice that Rosie really does want to help. She was mad at first at Alastor, but her expression changes like โI hate this but I love how sneaky you areโ kinda vibes. And I love how we got to see everyoneโs souls gather to stop the canon.
8. Also Velvet and Valentino did in fact punish Vox by helping like they fucking said in an earlier song. They were pissed in their own ways. I think Val was upset because I do think he genuinely loves Vox, but VOX makes it weird.
9. How I FUCKING SCREAMED WHEN CHARLIE SAW HER MOM CALL!!! I canโt wait to see how this affects season 3!! I am curious if sheโll be mad because Vox was correct that Charlie didnโt remember Lilithโs dream correctly or if Lilith is happy this happened. I do have a feeling her and Lute will probably be the focus of season 3-if not them, then someone else.
10. NO ANGEL NOOO BABY BOY ๐ญ itโs okay it wasnโt your fault!!
You love reading drider/arachne fics and decide to include some in your apocalypse-fantasy ficโฆ (aka: messed up system, but letโs add unicorns, werewolves, dragons, scary gods etc) with some obsessive/Yandere sprinkled inโฆ
But you have such BAD arachnophobia that youโre mostly doing guess work and working with what you know about the spiders that are local to you or what they exaggerated on tv. Because you know if you try looking up the information there will be a pictureโฆ and you canโt mentally handle that ๐ฅฒ
Sorry if I donโt post for awhileโOur family dog weโve had since I was 7 died. We took him to the vet and after hearing his diagnosis we all decided itโs better to put him downโฆ Iโm so torn. I feel like I lost a little brother. He could be annoying, do stupid stuffโฆ but he was a good boy. Iโm gonna miss him. ๐I canโt stop crying and I know Iโm going to be haunted by the simultaneous way both me and my little sister (his person) just WAILED when I heard the vet say โHeโs goneโ. Iโll miss him. Iโll never be able to look at beagles the same.
So here she is, this is Lotus as a finished drawing. Lotus is around Vegetaโs age rather than Gokuโs. As you can clearly see from the tail, she is a saiyan. When she was still developing, her parents betrayed King Vegeta and she as soon as development ended was sent as a newborn to Namek so they could โforgetโ about her. Her power level at that time wasnโt that impressive to King Vegeta so why bother keeping her around, right? This is also why she wears the clothes sheโs wearing, as she was raised by the Namekians, specifically an elder Namekian named Itar who is from the warrior clans. (Obviously, as a saiyan it makes sense she be raised by mainly warriors).
Lotus, as a result, has no memories of Vegeta or her race. She is still more aggressive compared to her caretakers and her โdadโ. She is taught their fighting styles and as a result, as sheโd obviously be wanting to spar a lot, some of the Namekianโs warriors are a bit stronger than in the original story (like a 300-500 ish difference, not too significant but still). She is also quite spiritual for a Saiyan, part of why I named her Lotus as while yes you can eat Lotus (following theme of food names), Lotus also holds some root in Buddhism, symbolic of spiritual awakening/ growth and purity. So, I figured if Iโm going to write about a saiyan who is more spiritually inclined than the others YES Lotus sounded fitting.
Lotus does lose Itar to his age but before he died he had an egg. He was already near the point and it only weakened him more, but he left behind two instructions; a name and that he wanted Lotus to be his main caretaker like he was for her. The main reason is while heโs been alive for a long time, this is the only egg heโs ever hadโhe has no children. While he does have relatives, Lotus was really his adopted child, so it makes sense for an older sibling to take care of their baby sibling. Of course, the rest of the clan within their village will be there to help. He named the future baby โSitarโ which the elder of their village chuckled at, as itโs literally one letter away from his name. By the time Frieza arrived, heโd be on the verge of teen hood and he is a little aggressive for a Namekian, but that happens when your older sister who raised you is a Saiyan. (Iโll draw him another time.)
During the attack she sensed the danger and when she sensed the others were dying, she felt it necessary to take all the younglings somewhere safe. As a result, at some point they have an entire arc with Bulma.
She will reach super saiyan, sheโs just not gonna be on Goku and Vegetaโs level (because thatโs way too much for this kind of OC)
For her super saiyan isnโt a goal, itโs an occurrence that eventually happens. Itโs more a sign of her spirituality rising than a goal of strength to reach. Does she end up with anyone? No, not in the way that she would continue her bloodline, but she is in no way denying she has a crush on Whis. She doesnโt pursue it in that way since heโs an angel and while she may like him, she also knows sheโs just another mortal likely to him.
She and Sitar stay on earth, deciding she wanted learn more about Earth due to her friendship with Bulma and also thereโs other saiyans here. Sitar simply didnโt want to be separated from her and since thereโs other warriors here, itโs not like thereโs a lack of people to learn from or spar with.
Android Saga: the team didnโt REALLY pay too much attention to her, honestly she only talks to Bulma and Piccolo so it doesnโt occur to them to ask her to also join them?? Piccolo is the one to ask why she hadnโt joined them after Cell absorbed 17. They completely forgot and Bulma of course is the one who calls her ahead along with Sitar. Piccolo at that moment decided to never trust them again to invite everyone.
Cell saga: She doesnโt achieve super saiyan at this time. She does annoy, however, the Cell Juniors as while she isnโt as strong as them, sheโs the only one who can both perceive their moves and actively annoy them, causing them to make mistakes. The only reason she gets hit is because she was protecting Sitar. Mind you, this is before they get done in by Gohan. She is healed by our favorite bean, but if she hadnโt, she wouldโve suffered a LOT.
Itโs actually during Majin Buu saga that she achieves the form while going off world to visit the very planet Goku was on. Her and Sitar decided to train there and had NO IDEA what was going on back on earth. Yeah she achieved it while justโฆ meditating. Literally, thatโs it. No big battle, no major sparring, instead she just achieved while training and clearing her mind. Now she herself doesnโt understand how that works, as far as she knew it was merely a level power you break, so sheโs very confused. She does however take it in stride though.
She returns and gets to hear all the fun she missed. She decided to just let them go on and on about it instead of bringing up her super saiyan form. After all, this sounded more impressive to her anyway.
Sheโd stay on planet around Bulmaโs birthday but before Beerus arrives, she falls asleep so yeahโฆ when she wakes up, itโs because she senses the dragon was summoned. Why did she crash out?
This was the first time she ever had alcoholโฆ so she woke up with a hangover expected to help with the god transformation for Goku. Afterwards she asked if Bulma had any painkillers as the fight went on. Bad time? Yeah. Did she care? Well, if the planet doesnโt die then sheโd still have a raging headache. And none of them need to see her with a headache. Sitar agrees. While she appears distant to them, itโs entirely because sheโs dealing with a headache. She meditates as Goku and Beerus fight, letting herself focus on the battle better and focusing on that solely. Sitar does this with her and while it confuses everyone else, she doesnโt care as she can feel the differenceโฆ yeah heโs not gonna win. She knew before anyone else that it would never be enough. Of course, the exception being Whis and Beerus himself.
Ultimately when Whis takes Vegeta and Goku, she isnโt invited to join because once againโnot on their level in strength. Now she is familiar with Whis more because he often comes to earth to get earth cuisine while theyโre training.
Mind you this is as far as I have planned. I wonโt add to this post as Iโll writing the actual fanfic from this pointโeventually draw Sitar as well.
WIP I canโt use my usual digital format rn (tablet is damaged) so we returning to ye old sketch book. This is Lotusโs sketch. Iโll post her summary and info at a later time. Iโm gonna redo some of the clothes wrinkles on her pant legs (I feel like I did too much) then I get to lining and then Iโm gonna color her (debating between markers or color pencils)
Iโm craving Manwhaโฆ. But Iโve like soaked up the stories I wanna read on Tapas, Tappytoon, WebNovel, WEBTOON, webcomics, and Mantaโฆ any recommendations for other apps to look at? I just love reincarnation, isekai, time turning, and transmigration stories a lot so ๐
Just a thing, mostly about werewolf to human tropes. Whether we got with modern visions of it where itโs more very organized and less mysterious (usually theyโre just bigger wolves) or we go with older visions where they truly are monsters, the human halfโs mind morphed because of the wolf halfโฆ (example as of recent for me would Easton and Emmaryโs werewolf audios. All of them, not just one storyline in particular)
I noticed they donโt use the wolf enough. It makes MORE sense not to bring the wolf (if theyโve made the wolf half another entity capable of thinking anyway) out if theyโre both werewolves, but if youโre doing werewolf x human story, wouldnโt it make a little more sense to let the wolf out more? Because itโs no longer โwolf loves their wolfโ no it โwolf and their human half both love this humanโ because thereโs no second wolf to speak of. Why donโt they bring them out? Iโm sure thereโs ways to make excuses, like again in the E&E audios they make it seem like the fuller the moon, the more influence the wolf has. So, why not express it more?
Theyโre a wolf! Show how territorial they are compared to the human half! Use it as a spear cutting through human halfโs reservations holding them back! Have them have easy access to control (if they feel) when the human halfโs emotions are too high! Let the wolf out more! Now I donโt mean wolf out, I mean just the personality. Let them come out. Yes, theyโre always going to be rougher than the human half, in a lot of cases theyโre probably meaner depending on what youโre talking about, but thatโs the beauty of it all!
Why canโt you use it more? Also in rejected by alpha stories, if you choose to use the wolf as a separate conscious and or entityโฆ HAVE HIM OR HER BE SPITEFUL TO THEIR HUMAN HALF! Have them be grumpy, irritative, uncooperative depending on which version weโre discussing, hell have the wolf be just as much an asshole to the humanโs choice. I NEVER see these supposed โalpha femaleโ choices be hated by the wolf. DO IT! If you use FATED MATES the wolf should always be loyal to FATE! Not to the choice of their human half! I remember at one point I tried writing (never posted btw just floating in drafts somewhere) one where the wolf when on the full moon would dedicate itself SOLELY on the real mate or would attack anyone the human half attempted to cheat or replace her with if they were with one of those women until the mate ran away because one night a month isnโt enough. I just need some COMMON SENSE if you include the separate consciousness as the wolf. BE CREATIVE! Itโs like a plot device thatโs neglected WAY TOO MUCH.
Even the more wholesome stories need it! Give me a sweet guy who occasionally goes โDom daddyโ practically when wolf half wakes up. Give me SUPER SHY girlfriend who goes to bold and seductive (or full on gremlin take your pick) when the wolf flairs up. Stop messing around and use a VERY FUN plot device. Hell, USE IT TO MAKE THINGS MORE COMPLICATED! This legitimately pisses me off that I donโt see more writers doing it ๐๐ญ the ONLY people I can forgive is when they make it clear the wolf is more guide, but EVEN THEN youโd think theyโd be a LITTLE SNARKY OR SARCASTIC if the human half does the rejection BS. Like PLEASE I BEG OF YOU. If youโre gonna do it, commit!
Iโm sorry if you read through all that it just bugs the hell outta me
Trigger Warning: serial murder, turning human parts into object, domestic abuse mentioned, mention of tobacco and alcohol, mafia mentioned, implied harassmentโnot violent but still, corrupt cops mentioned, impalement, tell me if I missed anything.
Story concept: #1
So I have a horror - romance concept Iโd like to write about someone in her early 20โs, Iโm still trying to decide the exact timeframe of the story, but has to be between 1920-1960, and her S/o is a serial killer and heir to a mafia family. So, FL from when she was young, lived in VERY dysfunctional home. Iโm thinking her parents and her older brother. Her dad is abusive and while her brother tries to shelter her from it as her older brother, it doesnโt always work out. Deciding heโs had enough of his โstupid wifeโ and โdisgracefulโ son, he finds FL who is probably five at this point and attempts taking her with him, but intending to kill her as his final screw you before changing his name (because itโs fairly easy back then to do). It goes sideways because it was a rainy day that day and she ran. She kicked him when the one chance he had to get a grip back on her occurred and he fell down the muddy hill which becomes his end of days.
Personally, I was thinking he gets impaled on a tree OR a buck. I love the latter of the two best, but the tree sounds more realistic to happen.
Girl runs away and survives on pure adrenaline until she is found by the town over where he intended to kill her. A nanny and a boy, our ML to be, find her on an outing because we all know little boys like jumping in puddles. TBH any guy likes thatโฆ Anyway, our FL is taken by nanny to get cleaned up and of course the police are called because she is a missing child. She, however, doesnโt get far because we all know policemen back then werenโt as honest (or in other words these cops were in the mafiaโs pocket). It could have been many things like distance or her lack of knowledge as she WAS ONLY FIVE, but it could also be the don, the big boss, noticed his little heir liked playing with FL.
Almost too many coincidences happen. Like how the nanny and her husband had been trying for years, but clearly one of them didnโt have the ability so fostering and later adopting FL is no issue. Furthermore since ML likes playing with FL itโs no issue with her work as his nanny. Was it a favor or just happenstance? Who would know, but that means ML will have known her since childhood. ((Iโd keep this as either a prologue or a few first chapters before a timeskip.))
Now an adult, FL is now in courtship with ML. Despite her parents being only a fisherman and a nanny, sheโs a decent bakery worker. Sheโs usually in the back in the kitchen, but sheโs there. Picture it now, itโs break time for her and one of her co-workers, probably an older gentleman based on the period, and he is reading the newspaper since they have to wake so damn early. He looks over to our young adult FL โnow see this in the paper, little lady? They found another one gone. You be careful if youโre out alone at night, or you might be next.โ His hand knocks against the picture twice, inhaling his cigarette. โAnother,โ sheโd mutter, concern laced with surprise. โLet me see.. oh no, I recognize that face. Didnโt know his name, but I met him at the bar when me and (ML) went out two nights ago. He tried shamelessly flirting with me when ML got us refills on our drinks.โ The old geezer cackles, โThe devil works harder they say. Iโd say thatโs karma. Little lady like you shouldnโt worry about punks like that bothering you on a date. (ML) is a lucky young man.โ
Then, she heads home where her sweet ML is waiting in her living room. She makes sure her mama knows heโs there and he laughs it off, โOf course, Iโd never just walk in, FL.โ He winks and gives her a teddy bear. She remarks, โAh, another one, heโs cute though, this time he had a little top hat!โ She kisses his cheek before softly exclaiming, โThank you, darling! You know how much I like teddy bears.โ
Thereโs three other teddy bears in her room. All have a different accessories on them. She always loved teddy bears, but toys like teddy bears were always out of budget.
Those teddy bears? Human remains. All the missing pieces of corpses. ML does it all. Iโll give more in depth motivation behind his actions once I make a proper character file, but ML basically finds his targets through FL. Every single one of his victims FL has met, sometimes she may know them, other times itโs just a stranger sheโd never miss, but did something to gain MLโs attention. He takes their pieces and turns it into teddy bears for her and while he does have a way to make the bodies completely disappear, he likes them being found. Likes that FL knows theyโre dead. And she has no idea he gifts her the trophies.
This story would be one of those stories that flips between two characters povs. I like this style because I remember seeing it in a few books I read in the past. It would give you a glimpse of the horror, but always hide a detail or cliffhanger before an important detail is shown. Pop right back to the other pov, making you wonder what happened. You wonโt find out until this character finds out.
I have a few ideas on how to end it. Some end in FLโs death, specifically in the happenstance of her being killed. Have him pin all the murders on her killerโฆ. Others have a happier end for her, die of old age as does he and have their child read the extra letter in the will and learn the truth. Have Dad tell their son โYou must continue my work, perhaps your future lady will like a trinket made from dedication.โ
Personally would call this either โBloody Teddyโsโ for a more obvious title OR โBearings of Passionโ for the wordplay, but less obvious of a title.
Thatโs what Iโm willing to share of the conceptโฆ. For now. Iโll do character profiles soon.
Was reading some hybrid stuff in the JJK vein of hybrid readers and just because of this one Sukuna one, Iโm imagining poor housecat reader being underestimated because they think sheโs some typical tabby or calico. Tiger! Sukuna hates her existence but she isnโt big enough prey for him (reality: he does think sheโs cute.) Snow Leopard! Gojo ignores her because he doesnโt really need to hunt, he just goes outside for the fun of it (annoying the fuck out of Tiger! Sukuna and other hybrids). Then there comes a day they find her dragging a bigger prey than they were expecting from her and occurs to Gojo who unlike Sukuna has an owner and thinks to ask this stray what breed of house cat she is because thereโs gotta be something mixed in with the tabby-calico, only to find out she isnโt that at all. Sheโs a fucking Bengal who is not only rare to be a stray but the hybrid versions of them are known for being aggressive and NEED predator playmates to manage their energy levels. Gojo is too astounded to ask more questions as she drags off her food. Gojo does tell Sukuna because heโs curious what he thinks and Sukuna is like โโฆThis is why humans are pathetic.โ Because Sukuna may be wild Tiger hybrid, but he knows from other pathetic weak strays that bengals are one of those cat-hybrids that are hard to handle and are expensive to get. And someone decided it was too much and instead of finding it a new home, they just left her outside.
Cue the sudden rivalry between Gojo and Sukuna over whose โterritoryโ she is. Meanwhile sheโs out hunting mice, fish, and smaller snake hybrids. I feel like whoever won this rivalry she would share her snake prey with.
Any other house cat breed youโd think would be considered โaggressiveโ as a hybrid??
I feel this way also with the puppy hybrids. Itโs all fun and games until the more aggressive breeds are found. Especially ones like pit-bull who essentially feed off the energy their owner gives. I imagine a stray hybrid version would be more aggressive than we would like to admit. (Not to stereotype a dog, as I have met many gentle Pit-bulls and we have a local breeder in my neighborhood who trains them a bit before they get adopted. But dogs DO tend to feed off your energy.)
Another would be a German Shepard like yeah they can be taughtโฆ but letโs also remember people like using them as attack dogs. So a hybrid of that? Yeah not the puppy hybrid you had expected.
In short this was a โtheyโre too cute to do anythingโis that Ray of sunshine dragging a corpse?โโunsuspecting witness โTHEIR LIVER IS GREAT!โ โthe hybrid puppy/kitty who is a stray
pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader
summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, itโs too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right?
content: MDNI (18+ย ONLY), dark content, nsfw, gets dubcon/noncon in some spots, yandere behavior from gojo, implied death/k*lling of a character (not reader or gojo), arranged marriage, victorian au, plot that ends with porn lmao, spooky dooky vibes, blood, blood sucking/eating, praise, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, virgin!reader, discussion of virginity, cherry popping, pain, pet names (princess/love), reader is highkey clueless about sex, discussion of masturbation, ideas of masturbation as โsinfulโ, very minor religious themes, fated โmatesโ, gojo is highkey insane, coercion and manipulation, like SO much neck kissing, ooc gojo??? (had to alter his character to match a victorian vampire lord LMAO).
a/n: PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. THERE IS DARK CONTENT AHEAD. is this a gojo fic or a twilight fic?? Going back to my roots fr fr. straight down to the โSAY IT, SAY ITโ. this fic is also way too long my apologies bbs. i hope you like a hefty side of plot with your porn. parts of this fic feel way too cheesy to me but sometimes i eat that up, yk?? this fic was inspired by this amazing work by @rice5x ! and, finally, thank you all for the support on my most recent fics. i'm just getting back into being active on this blog and it's been amazing reading each and every comment/reblog/ask. they genuinely fill me with so much joy. keep them coming hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. banner art by @ndsoda on twitter.
wc: 11.6k (sowwy)
You remember perfectly the way your motherโs jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. Youโd never seen the man, and you still hadnโt. Heโd asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things heโd be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. Youโd thought it was a joke. Your father nearly took a shovel to the head of the poor messenger, thinking the letter was some kind of cruel prank, some sort of targeted disrespect. Youโd only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the manโs suit, the fine leather of his boots. If it was a prank, somebody had spent a great deal of money and effort to pull it off.ย
Youโd asked for proof nonetheless, and youโd gotten it. Documents signed and sealed with a well-known waxen crest, gifts that could only have been purchased by a wealthy lord. The one thing you never got was the lord himself. He refused to see you, to come down from his mysterious castle on the hill. It didnโt surprise you. He rarely deemed town worthy of his presence. He had a reputation as a recluse, as a man who only ever liked to see and never be seen. What little glimpses people got of him were usually through the dark window of his carriage. Still, his appearance preceded him. White hair, light eyesโฆ โhauntingโ said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to returnโฆ changedโ if they returned at all.ย
You accepted, of course. How could you not? You were a peasant family with no status or wealth to your name. The promises Lord Gojo had made would make your parents into aristocrats all on their own. But that left you wonderingโฆ why did he want you? You offered him no benefit. If anything, you sullied his bloodline. The question scratched at the back of your mind. It came to you while you ate breakfast, while you washed your clothes, while you weeded in the garden. Some part of you told you that you needed the answer before you ever stepped foot in that castle. You needed that answer, but youโd never get it.ย
Your wedding wasnโt even a wedding- just a piece of paper that had already been signed and witnessed, once again delivered by a familiar messenger. You signed at your dining room table andโฆ that was that. You were married.ย
Later that night the carriages arrive. Men flood your home, all dressed in blue velvet, the Gojo crest embroidered on their chests. They seem puzzled when you tell them youโve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags.ย
You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you canโt bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldnโt even show his face for your wedding.ย
The carriage ride is somehow longer than youโd thought it would be- apparently, the castleโs size makes it seem deceptively close. The trip is rocky and twisty and altogether unpleasant as you steadily make your way toward the castle gates. By the time you reach them you think youโve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times.ย
The castle is even more intimidating up close. Spires that swirl into the clouds, sculptures that stare, doors that look more suited to being locked than opened. Itโsโฆ terrifying.ย
When you finally roll to a stop, you move for the door. When you swing it open you get your fair share of strange looks from your attendants and remember that you should have waited for the footman. Your face heats as you climb out anyway, unwilling to subject yourself to the further humiliation of waiting for assistance.ย
Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castleโs peaks disappear into the fog. When your eye flashes to a window on the east side of the manor you think you see a swaying curtain. You tuck your arms around yourself and shiver, but itโs not from the cold.ย
You nearly stumble over your feet on your first step inside. The entrance hall is larger than your former house, with ceilings that stretch so high you can hardly make out the figures on the frescoes that adorn it. Silver and blue drape everywhere, the Gojo family colors. You swallow when you see a chair that is most definitely worth more than your familyโs annual income.ย
The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you donโt belong here. That question pricks in your mind again as you pass portraits of every Gojo heir to have lived in the last three hundred years. Why me? Why me? Why me?ย
Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than youโve ever seen. You have a four poster bed with a canopy of blue velvet, a window that overlooks a sprawling estate, and more square footage than youโve ever dreamed of.ย
โPull this if you need any sort of assistance, maโam.โย
You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume itโs one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servantsโ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- youโve never seen one in real life before.ย
You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. โThank you, um-โ you pause, your brow furrowing. โIโm sorry, I donโt think I asked your name.โย
Your footman appears stunned to silence, like heโd never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. โThomas, maโam.โ
You smile and itโs genuine. โThank you, Thomas.โHe bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. โOh, um, Thomas-โ He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you.ย
โYes, my lady?โย
You cringe at the title. The sound of it creeps across your skin, foreign andโฆ wrong. Why me? Why me? Why me?
You clear your throat again. โDo you know, um, well-โ You shift, trying to word your question properly. โDo you know when I might see the Lord?โย
There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. โNo, my lady.โ
Thomas does not stick around for more questioning. The door clicks shut behind him and then you're left with only the sound of retreating footsteps.ย
Youโre stunned to say the least, mouth still halfway open, more questions on the tip of your tongue. Should you seek him out? Was that proper? Would he come to you? Would he meet you for dinner, perhaps? Surely he would come to your room tonight toโฆ consummate. Would that be the first time you lay eyes on him? When heโs over you?ย
You sigh. Thereโs nothing much to be done about it now. You find your way to the bed and sit down hesitantly. It feels like a crime to rumple such primped and polished cotton. You do it anyway- itโs going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and donโt fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. Youโre tired. You didnโt sleep much last night, anxious for the morningโฆ and itโs only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself itโs a bad idea and then youโre swept away into a world of warm darkness.ย
You wake with a start. Your first thought is that itโs dark now. Your room is pitch black except for the stream of moonlight passing through your stupidly large window. Your mouth feels dry and your skin is cold, like youโve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you donโt remember it. Perhaps thatโs a blessing.ย
You sit up, combing a finger through your hair and laughing pitifully when you realize that you left your shoes on as you slept. You hope Thomas didnโt walk in to find you in yet another unladylike position. A glance at the foot of the bed reveals he might have. Your bags have arrived- all three of them. You eye them with a combination of longing and contempt. They don't match this place. Theyโre worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, theyโre all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home.ย
You stretch your arms above your head, nearly groaning at the burn in your muscles. The carriage ride did your body no favors and you suspect youโll be sore for many days to come.ย
You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. Youโve had your rest and, from the state of darkness outside, you suspect your new husband might be joining you soon. The thought twists a certain tightness into your gut, but you push it aside. If that was the price you paid for all he gave your familyโฆ then youโd pay it gladly.ย
You start with candles, finding a box of matches at your bedside. You light every candelabra you can find. The room, the castle, seems so perpetuallyโฆ black- like it soaks up every ray of light it touches. Even when youโve finished it doesnโt feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning.ย
You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that itโs still warm, you conclude that it canโt be much past mid-evening. You originally intend to pick at the food as you unpack, but one bite has your mouth watering. It is the most delicious thing to ever touch your lips, complete with dessert waiting on the side. You clean your plate before moving onto your bags.ย
You lay your clothes out on the bed. A few dresses, riding pants, undergarments, an assortment of ribbons and bows. At one time these items had been the finest things you owned- now you owned a castle.ย
You find an armoire that looks like a master sculptor carved its edges and grab a dress, intending to hang it. Instead, your dress hits the floor when you part the doors to find the hangers already full. Your lips part. Luxury dresses of silk and satin line the rack, fading into some that appear more casual outfits of cotton and linen. You stretch a hand out, curious and utterlyโฆ amazed. To think your new husband had gone to all the effortโฆ Your hand brushes purple silk and-ย
โDo you like them?โย
You screech, jumping to face the voice at your back. It takes a moment for your eyes to find him, leaning casually against one post of your bed. Your breath is stolen for a second time. Snow white hair, piercingly blue eyes, pale soft skinโฆ you know who he is even without looking at his dress, at the air of authority he claims. Heโs your husbandโฆ and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing youโve ever seen.ย
He laughs, then, and itโs a warmer sound than youโd thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul.ย
โSorry. Didnโt mean to scare you,โ he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps thatโs a lie.ย
Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. Itโs shut. You didnโt hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didnโt hear footsteps, didnโt hear breaths, didnโt hear him.ย
He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bitโฆ strained?ย
โI have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.โย
Your heart is still pounding but you find it in yourself to have some decorum. You snap your jaw shut and bow your head slightly in respect. โYou must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.โย
Thereโs a beat, and then footstepsโ ones you actually hear this time. You clench your jaw when he stops before you and then nearly gasp when he takes your hand and brings it to his lips.ย
โSatoru, please,โ he winks and you think you might stop breathing. โI am your husband after all.โย
You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks likeโฆ that? Thereโs something too unreal about him, too perfect. Itโs almostโฆ unsettling.ย
โOf courseโฆ Satoru.โย
He straightens and shows you a close-lipped smile that digs a dimple into his left cheek. You have to look away to avoid stumbling over your own feet.ย
โSo, do you like them?โ Your brows furrow- โThe dresses,โ he clarifies.ย
โO-oh.โ Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You donโt think youโve ever touched something soโฆ finely made. โI like them very much. I donโt know how to thank you.โย
Thereโs a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. Heโs mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes foreverโฆย
โNo need to thank me. If they donโt fit, weโll call for the seamstress in the morning.โย
You nod softly, still lost to the situation. Thereโs a beat of silence in which your husband does nothing butโฆ look at you. His eyes roam freely and the hair on your arms stands under his gaze. He traces the lines of your nose and jaw and lingers on your pulse. Can he see just how fast your heart is pounding?
โDid youโฆ get dinner?โ Itโs a stupid question, you know, but you donโt think you can bear another second of that look heโs giving you. โI fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didnโt prevent a proper mealโฆโ You trail off. Perhaps you shouldnโt have pointed out your own shortcoming?ย
He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. โYou did no such thing. Iโmโฆ perfectly satisfied.โย
You nod, glad that he doesnโt seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. Youโve never had a husband before. Wasnโt he supposed to just sort ofโฆ put you on the bed andโฆ do it?
Your eyes flit to said bed and your husband must see because he hurries to continue.ย
โWell, Iโll see you in the morning then, hm?โ His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. โWear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.โ He chuckles like heโs just told some sort of amusing joke.
Your brows furrow. That wasโฆ not the topic youโd been expecting. โYouโre notโฆโ You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. โNot staying the night?โย
His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You donโt think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesnโt stop until youโre nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. Itโs cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks.ย
โNot tonight.โย
His head dips and for a moment you think heโs going to kiss you, but then heโs bypassing your mouth altogether and- his lips connect to your pulse. His mouth is cool, just like his breath, and you shiver uncontrollably under his touch.ย
His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then heโs gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence.ย
โGoodnight,โ is all he says, and then heโs gone.ย
You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened.ย
~ย ย
You do wear the blue dress to breakfast and you can only gape in the mirror when you realize that it fits perfectly. It has you second-guessing yourself. Had you sent your measurements in advance and forgotten about it? No, youโd only sent a handful of pieces of information to the Lord prior to your marriage and you remembered all of them very clearly. Everything had gone through a messenger, everything had been clear and directโ you would have remembered sending your measurementsโ you didnโt. So had he justโฆ guessed?ย
That seemed impossible with how everything fit you like a glove, but it was the only explanation you had. The only one that made sense.ย
When you join Satoru for breakfast itโs in a sitting room as lavishly decorated as the rest of the castle, but perhaps organized to be a bit moreโฆ liveable. He has no plate in front of him, only a tin cup that hides the contents of whatever heโs drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps heโs just not a breakfast person.ย
โIt fits!โ he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all.ย
You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. โYes, perfectly.โ
A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals itโs Thomas serving your breakfast. You smile, hoping for some acknowledgement from him, for a small piece of comfort. Instead, you get his averted gaze and quick retreat. Your brows furrow, but before you can say anything, Satoru is back to speaking.ย
โI hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?โย
You glance up, but Satoruโs eyes arenโt on you, theyโre on your footman. His smile is bright, but itโs anything but friendly. You fight a shiver.ย
You glance at Thomas. Heโs perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. โY-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.โ When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, โ-and very respectful.โย
That seems to satisfy. Satoru breaks his stare and some of the tension in the air instantly eases. He shoots you another dimpled smile, this one with a little more warmth. โPerfect.โย
Thereโs a beat and then heโs standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. โWell, I have some work to do. Iโll see you for dinner?โ Heโs grinning again, like itโs so normal for a man to abandon his bride on their wedding night and then again the morning after. All you can do is nod. He chuckles. โSee you then, princess.โ And then heโs gone.
~
If this is to be your life you don't know how you will survive it. You spend the day milling about. Through the gardens, through the castle, through the stables. Thomas is never far behind, but any attempt at conversation is nipped in the bud by hit shortness. Itโs like he fears coming too close. Heโs never closer than a couple paces except when he has to bring you something, only to retreat again as soon as possible. The other servants barely pay you any mind apart from giving you a respectful greeting and then immediately averting their eyes. There is no work to be done, no guests to be had, no parties to planโฆ and no Satoru. You donโt see your husband once on tour around the grounds. You ask Thomas where his office is only for him to vaguely point out a window in the east tower. You donโt see so much as a ripple in the curtains.ย
Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When itโs finally time to get dressed a ladyโs maid whose name you donโt even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough sheโs back out the door with a curtsy. Thomas leads you to the dining room and your eyes roam the whole way. Even after having spent the whole day exploring, there are halls and corridors that youโve yet to step foot in.ย
The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the placeโ filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think youโve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoruโs already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you.ย
You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. โHow was your day?โ you ask as he takes his seat again.ย
He chuckles. โPerfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?โ Your nose crinkles. Thatโs the second time heโs called you that. Something about it feels wrong. Youโre still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse.ย
โIt wasโฆ good.โ
You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. โOh? Just good?โ You donโt miss the way his eyes flicker to the cornerโ to Thomas.ย
You hurry to elaborate. โWell, I justโ I canโt help but feel as if thereโs not muchโฆ use for me.โ Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume.ย
That brow arches impossibly higher. โUse?โ His lips crack into that smile again, but itโs tight this time. Too tight. โYou have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.โย
A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell canโt quell the sudden dread in your gut. โOf course! Of course he did.โ Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. โIโll justโฆ Iโll try riding tomorrow.โ You hate riding, but itโs the first thing that comes to mind.ย
Satoruโs smile thaws into something less menacing. โIโm sure youโll enjoy that.โย
You nod eagerly. โIโm sure I will.โย
You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though itโs the luxury version as everything seems to be. The spices are intoxicating and the green beans are even arranged in a pretty little pattern that makes them look too good to eat. You do anyway. The first bite nearly makes you moan, but you chew slowly, delicately, trying not to let your upbringing show.
Itโs not until several bites later that you realize youโre the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. Heโs onlyโฆ watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.ย
โYouโre notโฆ eating?โ
That permanent smile grows a little wider and you canโt help but feel as if thereโs somethingโฆ menacing about it. โAte before I came.โย
Your brows furrow. โOh. Were you on the road?โย
You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. โNo.โย
The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesnโt eat a bite, doesnโt even look enticed. You wonder how thatโs possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room.ย
By the time youโve cleared your plate youโve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. Itโs comforting to know a little more about your new home, but itโs not enough.ย
โIs there a library?โ you ask. Youโre on dessert now. Itโs the best chocolate cake youโve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue.ย
โOf course.โ Your husbandโs eyes flicker to Thomas again and youโre honestly starting to fear for the poor footmanโs life. Everytime you ask a question itโs like Satoru is angry it hasnโt already been answered. โItโs yours to use as you please.โย
You smile lightly. โPerfect. Thank you.โย
He softens a bit at that. โIs there anything specific you wanted to read about?โย
You shrug. โThe estate, I suppose. I should know my homeโs history, no?โ
His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. โOh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. Iโll leave them aside for you?โย
You swallow and give him a shallow nod. โThat would be perfect. Thank you.โย
He chuckles. โMy pleasure.โย
When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoruโs not far behind you, saying heโll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight?ย
He offers you his arm in the hall and your mouth runs dry when you feel the corded muscle beneath his jacket. By the time you reach your room, youโre thinking of tugging him in behind you. His denial to stay with you last night was not only confusing, butโฆ off putting. Nearly offensive. Did he not like how you looked? Did he think something was wrong with you?ย
You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. โWill you stay with me tonight?โย
His eyes spark again and you hold your breath. He presses closer. This is it, you think. His lips hover over yours, eyes glimmering in the candlelight. And then he dips his head, his mouth pressing to your pulse.ย
โNot tonight,โ he whispersโ and then heโs gone.ย
~
You wake suddenly. Itโs the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon.ย
Your heart is pounding and your skin is slick with sweat despite the chill in your bones. A nightmare, you think. It must have been a nightmare.ย
As you settle back into your sheets you swear you see a ripple in the darkness. You close your eyes. If your nightmare is real, youโd rather not see it coming.
~
The library is huge. Itโs sprawling and smells of paper and leather and everytime Thomas lights a candle you flinch at the idea that one misplaced spark could end thousands of years of knowledge.ย
The books Satoru left you areโฆ perfect. Just what you were looking for. Theyโre all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. Youโre stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo familyโs influence reached far, but not that far. You peruse the titles. The Gojos: A History, A History of the Gojo Crest, History of the Gojo Castle, Revisiting the Gojo Family: A Comprehensive History. Altogether you have well over a few thousand pages of informationโ but thereโs one book that doesnโt fit with the rest. Itโs relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads โCreatures of Myth and Where To Find Themโ. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the sideโ must have gotten mixed in with the others, you think.
~
You ask Thomas to bring the books to your room. He does. Very respectfully. He sets them on your bedside table and then retreats like a kicked puppy with only a polite goodbye. You sigh. His behavior has only gotten stranger in the past few days. You think the servantsโ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you canโt figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he?ย
You decide itโs a question for another day and dive into your books. You spend hours, days, reading every chapter, page, and word. The pure amount of information is dizzying. Apparently this specific estate had been in the hands of the Gojo family since the eighth century (with several razings and consequential rebuilds). You also learn that Satoru was not only the most wealthy lord on the continent, but the most wealthy man. Even wealthier than the king apparently, though that fact was kept fairly under wraps to protect the crownโs ego. The estimates of your husbandโs net worth made your head spin.
Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. Itโsโฆ unsettling to say the least. Itโs always just that tin cup, filled with something you could never quite see. You develop a pattern of waking in the night, too, with the overwhelming sense that something is watching you. Sometimes you could swear you feel the bed shift as you jerk awake. Each time you simply close your eyes and try your best to slow your heart, convinced your mind is playing tricks on you.ย
Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but youโve read them all three times over by the time a fortnight has passed. You find yourself packing them up to return to Thomas when a certain black cover catches your attention. You grab it from the pile and settle back into your seat. Youโve nothing better to do, right?ย
You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. โCreatures of Myth and Where to Find Themโ. You donโt recognize the authorโs name. A quick scroll through the table of contents reveals nothing particularly interesting, but you pick a random chapter on ghouls and decide to start there.ย
Itโs fascinating. Nothing about the style is boring and the words fly by. Your silly little myth book is a page turner. By the time you notice the light has started dying youโve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblinsโ all of which have been a delightful little read. A glance at the clock reveals you have a half hour before dinner. One more chapter, you think. Your eyes skim the title. โVampires [Vampyr]โ.ย
You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye.ย
โContrary to popular belief, vampires are not always crazed blood-hungry monsters. Many live among humans quite comfortably and are able to avoid detection with a little well-placed effort.โย
You purse your lips. What aโฆ terrifying thought. You skim a little further.ย
โA vampireโs key characteristic is, of course, their desire and need to drink human blood as sustenance. However, a vampire can be spotted sooner if one is able to recognize their subtler traits. Vampires often have skin lacking any sort of flush. The lack of blood in their veins results in a sickly pallor, even after the most rigorous exercise. Their skin is also noticeably cold to the touch. At best, a vampireโs body will reach room temperature. Vampires can also be noted for their preternatural beauty. They will stand out as the most attractive person in any crowd. Finally, a vampire will have fangs. If one wishes to identify a vampire, one only needs a good look at their teethโ.
A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages.ย
โVampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.โย
Your stomach drops. You donโt want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph.ย
โVampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a humanโs predator rather than their equal. Vampires are known to move unnaturally fast and are notably light footed. If a vampire does not wish to be heard, they will not be. A vampireโs strength is inhuman, well over ten times that of the average man. They also have a penchant for darkness, an ability to hide away in the shadows that cannot be explained. Oftentimes they will seem to appear from thin air.โ
You skip ahead again.
โVampires have been known to take mates. Mates usually come in the form of another vampire, but in some cases a human has been chosen. Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateโs safety is usually disposed of quickly. Oftentimes, vampires make these decisions with haste, with little regard for whether or not the threat was real. A vampire will do everything in their power to please their mate, but have been known to forcibly restrain their mates in situations of unrequited feelings. Above all else, vampires wish to possess their mates. Two bonded vampires will sometimes spiral into gloriously destructive fits in their endless desire to protect and possess one another. A vampire bonded to a human will show an increasingly protective nature, often isolating their mate from others.โ
Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperateโ desperate for a piece of information that will save you from the thoughts spilling in your mind, from the thoughts you will do anything not to believe. You reach the โWhere to Find Themโ subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe?ย
โVampires can be found everywhere. They do not exist in only one country or continent, but all over the world. Odds are that you have faced at least one vampire in your life, unknowingly or not. Some vampires choose to live solitary lives, surviving in the wilderness where human society will not attempt to tame their wild nature. Others choose to live among humans, some even existing in positions of very high authority.โย
No, no, no. This canโt be happening to you. It canโt be real. Youโre dreaming, youโre having one of those nightmares again. Youโre going to wake up any second.ย
โOne tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.โย
Youโre panting, hyperventilating. This isnโt happening.ย
โSoldiers of the enemy force recounted a singular man, the son and heir of the then Lord Gojo, taking out a minimum of 800 men. He was described as having his familyโs characteristic white hair as well as blue eyes. Eyewitness accounts depict the Gojo heir as covered in blood and killing savagely and with inhuman strength.โย
No, no, no.ย
โ(See next page for only existing portrait)โ
Your fingers tremble but you canโt stop them. Thereโs no way. Itโs not possible.ย
You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you.ย
Knock! Knock! Knock!
You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but youโre not sure you can answer it, not with the knowledge flooding your mind. The knocking continues. You run your hand over your face and smooth down your hair. You feel frazzled, dirty, despite not having moved from your chair all day. Another knock prompts you to set your book aside and stand. You do your best to compose yourself, to put on a straight face. You fail instantly when you pull back the door not to reveal your faithful attendant, not Thomas, but Satoru.ย
You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. Youโre suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows.ย
โHello,โ he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense.ย
You force a breath into your lungs. โHello,โ you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting.ย
Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. โAre you alright? You seem a littleโฆ flushed.โ The concern on his face feels anything but genuine.ย
โIโm fine,โ you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. โIs it time for dinner? Whereโs Thomas?โย
His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. โThomas hasโฆ left us.โย
No. This wasnโt happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you.ย
โHeโฆ what?โ Thereโs an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoruโs face to fall further.ย
โItโs no matter. Heโs gone. Now itโs just you and me, hm?โ He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. โIn fact, I was thinking Iโd cut down on the number of servants we have entirelyโฆโย
You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didnโt have. โVampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateโs safety is usually disposed of quickly.โ
You nearly stumble, but lean against the doorframe just in time. Your husband had disposed of a man, all because he brought you meals and books?
โWhat have you been up to today, princess?โ The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husbandโs eyes flicker behind you.ย
You wet your lips. โJust some reading.โ You plead that he doesnโt ask anything further. He does.ย
โAbout the estate?โ he asks.ย
You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. โYes.โ
His smile returns and this time itโs not forced. โYou got my books, then?โย
You try smiling back, but youโre fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. โYes.โ
โAnything interesting?โ he presses.
This isnโt happening. This canโt be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? โYes, of course. Lots.โย
He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think itโs the first time youโve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. โI think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.โ
You donโt even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until heโs shutting your door behind him. He doesnโt stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and youโre falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.
โWho knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short timeโฆ You must be simply spilling with information.โย
You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Youโre trapped.
His hands find your hips and youโre all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.
โSatoru-โ your voice is pitiful, breathless, and youโre ashamed to say itโs not just from the fear in your gut. Heโs never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. โThomas-โย
โDonโt speak his name.โ His face pulls into the first scowl youโve ever seen and the sight is enough to root you to the spot. Never have you seen anything more frightening. A creature so beautiful, so perfectly angelic, filled with an insurmountable rage. Itโs wrong. โHeโs gone. Heโll never bother you again.โ Heโs closer now, his breath skating over your skin. Itโs cool and now you know the reason why.ย
You shake and tremble and you knowโ Thomas is dead. Your husband killed himโ killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him.ย
He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. โThought I could put up with it, just so youโd have someone to take care of youโฆโ He groans. โI was so wrong, princess. Couldnโt stand it. Couldnโt stand the way you smelled more like him than meโฆโย
You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. โBut heโs gone. And now itโs just you and me, hm? Just you and meโฆโ He hums, like remembering that fact is all heโs ever needed.
Heโs kissing your pulse again, now, and your heart is racing faster than ever. Your fingers curl into his shoulders. You should push him away, away, away. Heโs a killer, of thousands no doubt. Youโve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. Youโre not even the same species. Heโs something else, something your hands were never meant to touch.ย
Your mind screams at you to do go, to shove and kick at him and leave this place behind. Go, go, go your gut saysโฆ but you donโt. You canโt. Itโs tooโฆ good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what youโre sure is his tongue prodding at your pulseโฆ itโs intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine?ย
โHave you figured it out yet, love?โ Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. โI can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?โย
He knows you know. But heโs going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. โYouโreโฆโ Your breaths come faster. You canโt. Not aloud. Aloud makes it tooโฆ real.ย
โYessss?โ he prods. Heโs licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point.ย
โYouโre notโฆโ Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.ย
โGo on, princess.โ You think heโs just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in.ย
You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. โNot human,โ you breathe. A piece of you breaks with the admission.
He huffs a little laugh against your skin and pulls back to look you in the eye. โThatโs good,โ he purrs. โBut I think you can be a little more specific, no?โ His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jawโฆ โTell me.โย
Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You donโt want to say it, donโt want to speak it into existence, but you also donโt dare to disobey him.ย
โYouโre aโฆโ You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.
โMhm?โย
You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. โVampire.โย
He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. โThatโs right, princess. So smart.โย
He smiles and you suddenly realize youโve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you itโs close-lipped and dimpled. But thisโฆ this is the smile of a predatorโ all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight.ย
โShhhhh,โ he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. โI wonโt hurt you, love.โ You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. โNot unless you want me to.โ He wiggles a brow like itโs just a little joke, like heโs not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago.ย
โSatoru,โ you beg. Youโre not sure what youโre begging for. Release maybe? But, no, thatโs not right. You donโt want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. โWhy did you pick me?โย
The question slips out. You hadnโt even been thinking about it, hadnโt even noticed it scratching at the walls of your mind, but it made its way out nonetheless.
His brow creases, but not in confusion. Moreso inโฆ thoughtfulness. โDo you think about that a lot, princess?โย
You nod and you suddenly want him closer, want him to touch you everywhere, hold you like his life depends on it. You want him, no matter how horrible it might be.ย
He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. โWellโฆโ he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. โAt first I wanted you for this.โ His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. โYou smellโฆโ he chuckles. โLike heaven. Which is a place Iโll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?โ He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. โWent into town one day and caught your scent on the street. At first I thought I must be walking past the bakery, but, lo and behold, there was no baker in sight.โ Heโs still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. โWent crazy, princess. Didnโt think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.โ He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. โBut then I saw youโโ he groans and something clenches deep at your center. โAnd I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.โ Heโs rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. โWent to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldnโt stay away. Knew I had to have you.โ You feel him smile against your skin. โAfter a week I couldnโt take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.โ He groans again. โThen I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearinโ you talk to me, look at me.โ Teeth graze your pulse. โNeeded you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookinโ at those dresses.โ You whine when his hips roll into you again. โOh, but I knew I couldnโt. Youโre so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, โfraid of what I might too if I was in your presence too long. Had to control myself. Had to make you realize you could trust me.โ He panting, like heโs so pent up he can hardly sit still. โDo you trust me, princess?โย
Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You canโt. โYes,โ you breathe.ย
You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. โGood girl.โย
Youโre on your back. It happens so fast your eyes donโt even have time to gasp. You donโt see Satoru, but you feel him. Everywhere. His hands are roaming your body softly, sliding under buttons and laces and popping them off. Your dress loosens with every passing moment until Satoru reappears above you, diving straight for your neck again. โSo good, princess. Letโs get you out of this dress, yeah?โย
You nod wordlessly, entranced. He finds your mouth as he rids you of your clothes. His tongue presses in and you flail against him, unsure of what to do, of how to handle the intrusion. The kiss is heavy, too heavy, but Satoru canโt seem to stop. He devours you as he gives up on laces and buttons and simply shreds your dress down the back. You tremble when the cold air hits your skin, when his cool fingers dust your collarbone.ย
โI always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,โ he chuckles. His hands run beneath your shift, up across your bare thigh. You gasp at the touch. No one has even been so close to you before. You feel the threads of your corset snapping away, feel your breaths growing deeper. You tremble when he pulls your sleeve down past your shoulder and runs his mouth along the newly exposed skin.ย
โSatoru,โ you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt.ย
He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. โYou wanna see me too?โ You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. โAlright.โย
His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like heโs been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has.ย
You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. Youโve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. Heโs art, you think- nothing less.ย
โTouch me, princess,โ he says. You canโt. You shouldnโt. Heโs too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. โNeed a little help?โ he asks, and thereโs a lilt in his voice that makes you sure heโs grinning.ย
His hands find yours and bring them to his chest, running your palms over his collarbones, his pecs, down, down, down across his abs that you can feel each and every oneโฆ You whimper, watching your own fingers grope his skin. He pulls you lower, lower, lower, and you gasp when your fingertips brush the waistband of his pants. But then heโs laughing again and heโs throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer, kissing your neck like it pained him to be parted from your pulse for so long.ย
โNot so fast,โ he says, like he wasnโt the one nearly stuffing your hands down his pants. His hands are on your corset again. You can feel it dangling onto you by a thread, literally. All he needs is a couple more pulls and youโll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell heโsย
thinking the same thing. โYou touch me, now I touch you, yeah?โ Thereโs a tug and a tear and then so muchโฆ cold. Youโve never realized how cold this castle is, not until youโre exposed to its elements fully. Youโre naked.ย
Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. Itโs too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity-ย
โNo.โ Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. โLet me see you,โ he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips.ย
Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. Thereโs silence for many more moments and it seems to go on so long that you can only squeeze your eyes shut under his gaze. Surely he will turn you away now, get up and leave, tell you this was a mistake, tell you that youโreโย
โBeautiful,โ he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. โBeautiful,โ he says again, and then heโs on you, lips at your pulse, hands on your skin. His touch is cool and you squeak at the chill that runs up your spine. Youโre not sure itโs entirely from his temperature.ย
His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if heโs sucking your soul out through your lips. โTell me youโve never done this before,โ he begs. โTell me Iโm the first to touch you.โย
You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what heโs already giving you. โY-Youโre the first,โ you whisper.ย
His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. โYes,โ he breathes, and you shiver again. โLie back, princess.โ Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear youโre not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. โDonโt worry. Iโll be gentle.โย
You pray he means that. โJust relax, love. Here, hold my hand.โ His fingers find yours, twining them together. When you swallow, his eyes follow the bob of your throat. He leans back again and your body twitches when his free hand skims the skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he finds your knees and you gasp when he parts your legs, revealing you so completely to his gaze. The way he stares, like heโs committing you to memory, itโs nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust.ย
His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb.ย
โTell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?โ His fingers dust low on your tummy- just low enough for you to catch his meaning, but not low enough to give you any relief. Your face heats and your teeth dig into the flesh of your cheek. You have, you have touched yourself there, but itโs the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. Itโs shameful, itโs dirty, itโs- โDonโt think Iโll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.โย
You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. โY-yes,โ you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further.ย
He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. โOn the outside or the inside?โย
Your eyes widen. I-inside? Youโd never considered thatโฆ โJ-just the outside,โ you answer.ย
Your eyes grow even wider when his head rolls back and he moans straight up to the ceiling like your answer is heaven-sent. When he looks back to you his fangs are on full display. โWell, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?โย
Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he meansโ his fingers travel those last few inches down your tummy and find your clit. You squeak and jolt so violently that he presses a hand to your hip, holding you to the mattress. โSomebodyโs sensitive,โ he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. โTry to stay still. I promise itโll feel good.โ
You nod hopelessly, but this time youโre prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasnโt your own. But then itโs more. Itโs languid, slow circles around a spot that youโve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. Itโs heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. Itโs relaxation that youโve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch.ย
Thereโs a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. โGood girl. Feels nice, yeah?โ You nod hesitantly and squeeze desperately at his hand, searching for an anchor. His head cocks to the side and you watch the smile slide across his lips. โItโs about to feel even nicer.โย
By the time you realize what heโs doing itโs far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but heโs got his freehand on your hip again and his grip is bruising, punishing, as he holds you in place. He licks a stripe through your folds and you find yourself jolting again, uselessly so against the pressure of his palm on your hip. โStop that, princess.โ Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. โRock into me like this.โ His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. โGood girl,โ he says and your heart rises right back up. โKeep doing that, now.โ You donโt dare defy him. You rock like he showed you, a little jerkily at first, and then you find a rhythm that has you seeing stars. โThatโs it, love,โ he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. โHere, put your hand in my hair.โ He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. Theyโre even softer than youโd imagined. โGood girl,โ he whispers and suddenly heโs taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. โโM gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.โ Your chin wobbles. โIt might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?โ You canโt do anything but nod.ย
His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. โRelaaaaaax, love,โ he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouthโย
You feel the exact moment he pushes into you and a whine of pain rips from your throat. Your walls clamp down like a vice, angry at the intrusionโ but itโs already too late. Thereโs a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then heโsโ laughing?ย
Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoruโs hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated inโ blood, you realize. Your blood. And heโs a fucking vampire.ย
โOh princess,โ he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. โYou really are perfect.โย
Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. Youโre sure youโve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like heโs ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is.ย
When he pulls his finger from his mouth itโs completely licked clean. You hold your breath. Heโs going to go for your neck now, right? Heโs had a taste and now heโll want more of it, all of it?
โFuck,โ is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you donโt even see him move.ย
Your mouth falls wide. It hurts, the way he is so desperately licking at you. You feel his finger again, pressing in, in, in, only to pull back and suddenly be joined by another. The stretch tears at you. You thrash and jolt, but Satoru doesnโt bother telling you to stop this time. His arm wraps over your hips, holding you in place. He seems immune to how hard your legs squeeze at his head or your hands pull at his hair. Heโs lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like youโre a fucking gold mine. Heโs lost to desperation, to the need for more, more, more. Every so often he lifts his chin and you see his mouth smudged with a mixture of your wetness and your blood. He laps at his lips like an animal, dragging his thumb across his chin and sliding it into his mouth to make sure he gets every last drop.ย
Youโre not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You donโt notice your moans filling the air until Satoru joins you, groaning and whining into your cunt and telling you to keep going, to keep making those sounds. The hand you have buried in his hair doesnโt fight to push him away any longer, only to pull him into those now practiced rocks of your hips. His fingers thrust deep, curling into a spot that makes you feel so good and his mouth has found your clit again. He sucks your nerves lightly between his lips, tongue swirling in little circles. Your thighs start to shake.ย
โYes. Yes. Give it to me.โย
โS-Satoruโโ you breathe. Warmth and tightness pool in your tummy, and you recognize it as your approaching orgasm, though you know this one will be far different than any youโve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and thenโ you fall over the edge, rocking your hips senselessly, losing all form of rhythm. Warmth tingles in your spine and seeps all the way down to your toes. You think you cry out, cry for your husband, cry for more, cry for less, but if you do you donโt hear it. All you hear is the pounding of your pulse, of pleasure throbbing in your veins until the world slowly seeps back in through the corners of your vision.ย
Satoru is grinning. A speck of your blood clings to his chin and his fangs peek out from behind his lips. The sight makes your blood run a little colder. If any part of you doubted what he was beforeโฆ well, there was no doubt any longer.ย
Thereโs a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and youโre suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, youโre not done.ย
Frantic hands find his pants and he undoes each button with a quickness that is almost inhuman. You wonder if he could go even faster, if heโs holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isnโt working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation.ย
โS-Satoruโโ
โItโs alright, love.โ His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. โJust stay still.โย
You whimper, but you donโt think heโs paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp.ย
Youโve never seen a man in the nude, never even dared to think about what it might look like, though it seemed you no longer had to guess. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving one long and slow stroke that made his breath hiss through his fangs. The tip was flushed, angry, and leaking something that looked clear and sticky. You couldnโt help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurtโฆ
He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. โGonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.โ His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. โStay still, now.โ
Itโs all the warning he gives you. You feel like youโre splittingโ straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts.ย
โSatoru, p-please! Itโsโโย
Lips catch yoursโ hungry, feral. The kiss is not gentle, not soothing. It shuts you up, it keeps you quiet, it keeps you still as you feel him sinking further, deeper into you. Itโs too much, you try to say, but the poke of sharp teeth against your lips keeps you silent. Your hips jolt and wiggle trying desperately to escape the stretch but itโs no use. By the time heโs fully inside you, tears are streaking down your cheeks, fat and heavy. His lips break away and his eyes reappear. You shake when you see that none of the wildness has been tamed, that youโve only just begun.
โGood girl,โ he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. โTook me so well.โ You hold back a sob when his hips shift a little, testing, prodding. He must see the pinch of your eyes, the twist of your mouth, because heโs quick to comfort. โJust hold my hand, princess.โ His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. Youโre panting as he chuckles. โBreathe, love. Breathe. Soon youโll be begging for more,โ he laughs. Itโs not long before heโs rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first itโs all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then itโsโฆ more. Itโs heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. Itโs sensation andโฆ pleasure. He laughs when the first moan slides past your lips, burying his face in your neck once again. You hear him at your ear, panting his hot breath across your skin.ย
โFeel good, princess?โ You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels goodโ it feels right. He chuckles, but thereโs nothing light about the sound. โWanna feel even better?โ Something sharp pokes at the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you squeak, to make you freeze at what you know he wants.ย
He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. โJust a taste, love. I promise it wonโ hurt.โ His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. โYouโll feel sโ good anโ Iโll only take a little.โ He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. โPromise.โ He sounds breathless, like heโs struggling to restrain himself. The increase of his pace makes you whine and you squeeze his hand again. He buries himself back in your neck, panting. โCome on, love. Say yes. Say yes fโ me.โ Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. Heโs desperate now, seeking a release that you donโt think is any kind youโre familiar with. โYes, yes, yes,โ he chants in your ear. Youโre not sure when his words twist in your mind, when they settle on your tongue and push past your lips, but you know it feels so right when they do.ย
โYes,โ you whisper.ย
His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savageโ but it only lasts a moment. Pain fades toโฆ ecstasy. You feel his throat bobbing with each swallow, feel your blood seeping from your skin and onto his tongue. Youโd thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesnโt. It feels wonderful. Heat spreads under your skin, emanating from your neck and down to your toes. It feels like breathing for the first time, like sugar being pumped into your veins. It feels like heaven. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him close. You donโt want it to stop, not ever. You could die like this, have him suck every last drop of blood from your veins and thank him for it with your dying breath.ย
Heโs moaning now, hands curling into your hips while he fucks into you relentlessly. The pace is grueling and brutal. You know it should hurt but only feels perfect. Anything less would not be enough. Anything else would leave you wanting. You feel it building, feel that familiar twinge at your core. The ecstasy flooding through your veins has it coming faster, has you teetering on the edge in moments.ย
โSatoruโฆโ You hadnโt noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder whyโฆ โโM gonnaโฆโย
He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come.ย
Your body shakes and a cry rips from your throat, cunt clenching like a vice around him. Your eyes roll back, hands scraping trails down his back. Your thighs quake with the intensity, with the overwhelming senses of pleasure that erupt throughout your body. Every nerve is firing, every hair rising. Itโs an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull.ย
His thrusts grow sloppy and untimed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place while he makes you his. His teeth break from your neck and when you look up through blurry eyes you see his head thrown back, your blood streaming down his chin in thick little globs. You feel it when he cums, feel the thick ropes of it seeping into your womb, feel the way he keeps fucking you, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. Heโs moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens.ย
When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. Thereโs a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You canโt help but stare at him, at the blood that stains his chin and cheeks, that reddens his lips so beautifully. You want to reach out and touch him, touch his blood-soaked skin and see what it feels like, what it tastes like. What you taste like.ย
His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You donโt think youโll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants.ย
He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. โNo, princess.โ He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. โI took more than I should haveโฆโ His expression doesnโt tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. โBut what can I say? You just taste so good.โ Like he needs to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to trace his lips, lapping up some of the remaining blood on his chin. โYou taste like mine.โ
You whine. More, more, more. Itโs all you can think about. You lift an arm weakly. You want to pull him to your neck, to make him drink, to make him fill you with the heaven you had just moments ago.ย
He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply. His lips split into another grin and you see his eyes spark again with the wildness you crave.ย
โNot yet, princess.โ he coos. โBut soon.โ His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until youโre trembling again. โForever,โ he whispers.
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