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Infinity and Power pt 1

Hello! This is a fic I posted in AO3 ((Full Fic here)). This is a rewrite of what I initially published on 2022. I fixed grammars and its structure (my writing style has changed slightly, I think). I also included more Satoru’s inner thoughts and things! Although I tried my best to edit my grammar, I might’ve missed some. Please be kind English is not my first language. Likes, replies, and reblogs are and will be appreciated.

Relationship: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader, Vampire!Gojo Satoru x Fae!Reader

Alternate Universe: No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Nonhuman beings (Vampire, Fae, etc.), Found Mates, Fated Mates, Found Family

Part 1: Night

Part Summary: A forbidden night with a vampire you just met

TW/CW: 18+, Unprotected Sex, Consent, Consensual Sex, Blood Kink (vampire bites, blood consumption), Power Consumption Kink (idk what it’s called), Breeding Kink, Aphrodisiacs (vampire venom), Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Free Use Kink, Alcohol Consumption, (Fictional) Recreational Drug Use, slight suicidal thoughts / implied previous self-harm

Word Count: 12,683 words

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You ran away again. You couldn’t help it. You got bored from all the tasks given to you by the elders. You were simply done and wanted to do something else. And you did. You were currently out. It wasn’t like they could do anything about it. Whenever you decided to run, there was an unwritten rule not to pursue you. They knew better than to do otherwise, especially given your lineage. No, that wasn’t right. Given what you were.

Although, there were a few who were persistent, still trying to send you messengers to get their demands across, but that issue was easily remedied by your most trusted guard. He was a capable Fae, the only one who was loyal to you rather than the elders. One word from you, he would do it with no hesitation. You had once tasked him to eliminate a whole Fae family, and he did. He was perfect to hold them off.

Despite running away to pursue something fun and exciting to do, you ended up in a group of your fellow Fae. Their company was not good, but there was nothing you could do about it. Being with Fae, they wouldn’t make a big deal out of your escapade. Besides, these ones were the only few you were acquainted with and were going elsewhere. You wished they were more fun.

Sighing, you drank your fifth cocktail despite doubling the dose of alcohol in it. It was like you were simply drinking flavored water. It was boring. You leaned back, crossing your legs, your ears listening at the mumbled mess of pointless conversations, your eyes straying from the accumulating mess of varied glassware and stemware to the ashtrays with half-smoked blunts, to the finger foods no one was touching, to the whole floor.

The crowd was a mix of creatures of light and dark. People wearing flashy attires or none at all were everywhere, but there was no one that caught your attention.

Except for one man.

You stared and stared and stared. You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t look away no matter how hard you try, no matter the blunt that was handed to you, no matter the scent of smoke and herbs filling your senses when you took a hit.

A vampire.

It was obvious, because they were the only beings who wouldn’t wear their human form in this neutral realm. They wouldn’t retract their fangs, not even a single pair, laughing and grinning so widely just to showcase them. They all had two elongated fangs on either side of their upper incisors and a pair on beside the lower. All out for show.

The man looked different. Not just physically with his skin that was both paler than most light-colored vampires and a unique pinkish tone. You could see the slight flush on his cheeks despite the strobing lights that created harsh shadows. His skin didn’t look sickly which should be normal for vampires when they have purple-black blood coursing through their veins that makes their skin grayer.

No, his skin looked alive. He looked alive. Like he was screaming that he could have red blood. It was different. You’ve intensively studied about different beings but apparently, it wasn’t enough. This man was too peculiar. An existence you have yet to encounter.

Your curiosity piqued. Your eyes racked the rest of his appearance. Like his kind, his ears were pointed in two peaks for each ear. He got them pierced with simple studs. His silvery white hair was so apparent, almost retaining its color despite the lights. A shadow of tattoos peeked from his collar.

He wore an extremely tinted round glasses that prevented a clear view of his eyes. You could’ve seen it with your Fae vision. Perhaps it was red like the others. Him hiding them was odd though. His kind usually boasted about their blood-red eyes so much so that they rarely showed the secondary color of their human form.

He was handsome. Incredibly so. You couldn’t deny that. No one could. Any person who would say otherwise must get their vision checked or must have poor and twisted tastes. It was the way he tipped his head in a careless laugh that mesmerized you. Truthfully, if he weren’t a vampire, and if you were alone, you would have approached him. But alas, he was and you weren’t. Such poor circumstances.

After minutes that felt like hours, you let your gaze fall back on your table. The filled glasses were emptied. Blunts were carelessly thrown in ashtrays. Your fellow Fae were still engaged in the same pointless chatter. Their disinterest was clear. They had no plans to dance and mingle or get thoroughly trashed.

Because if they wanted to get trashed, they would need stronger drugs and stronger alcohol. It was pointless to drink cocktails with low alcohol contents and herbal blunts. All of which couldn’t affect your kind in any way, unless they were designed to kill any other being other than Fae.

They were just existing and biding time. Like always. Like you.

Fae weren’t meant to go to clubs. Your kind didn’t interest themselves in lowly places filled with noise and unneeded chatter, in places that were buzzing with life. Your kind was egotistical, fully believing they were born for greater things.

Fae were born and raised in golden sheets. They would partake in grand parties filled with nobility. All Fae were nobility at birth that meant they were supposed to only interact with Fae and all Fae. They were required to talk of nothing else but politics. They were meant to be better because they were creatures of the middle, the Handlers, beings of all power. They were strong as they were selfish and arrogant. Stiff, uptight, silver-tongued. While Fae’s existence was important and necessary for realms to exist and coexist, none liked them. They were hated. You were hated.

“This is irksome,” you voiced out. Heads turned towards you before remarks of agreement were thrown too quickly as if they were waiting for someone to say it first. You knew they were. Standing up, not bothering to meet their gazes, you said, “I’ll take my leave.”

You slipped away without waiting for a reply. You dove between clashing and dancing bodies. When you looked back, you saw your company leaving, heading straight to the exit.

The mere sight lifted the weight on your shoulder. A ghost of a smile stretched on your lips. Without them, nobody would tell on you. While they were your acquaintances, you met them through the elders. That was always a bad mix. Now, tonight, you were free.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You sat on the bar, your eyes meeting the bartender’s. She moved with grace. Her hair gleamed blue yet white and braided loosely as it cascaded down her back. Her pale skin shimmered against her dark clothes. She got a picture-perfect smile. You knew she was making generous tips. You didn’t mind showering her with more.

“Do you have dragon’s blood here?” You asked, leaning your cheek against your loosely curled fist.

“Sorry, love. We don’t serve drugs that strong.” Her smile widened. You could see the money-signs sparkling in her eyes. She leaned on her hands, coming closer. “I can mix it in for you.”

“You said that like you knew I have some,” you said. Your gaze didn’t falter from hers.

She gave you a knowing smile. The crimson on her lips made her smile appear wider. Her eyes shone brightly.

You indeed have some. You let out a light chuckle. Your eyes closing, you shook your head in defeat. You procured the two-inch vial from your sleeve. The clear liquid, dragon’s blood, sloshed inside. It was drug made by Angels. It was extremely and insanely potent. It should be illegal because it was lethal to all beings except for some Fae, but you didn’t approve for its illegality.

You held the vial by your thumb and forefinger. Shaking it once, you offered it to her. “You guess well.”

“Only people with dragon’s blood would ask if we have it here.” She took it from you, her touch lingering, her chuckle sounding alluring like a song. A siren. “I’ll make you a great drink, love.” She started with your drink, moving so confidently. “But…seriously? Were you just hiding a high-quality and highly-lethal drug in your sleeve?”

You smiled. Dragon’s blood was expensive. That vial would have cost you more than fifty thousand grand, if it weren’t gifted to you. Being someone of your standing in Fae society, you had connections and favors. Your parents had left you the ability to make such connections. Although you reaped its benefits, you were never grateful for it. The strings attached to them caused you more grievances than benefits. That was a small secret you tend to keep.

“Mei, a gin to our table please,” a smooth voice announced from your side.

When you glanced at its owner, it was the handsome vampire. Up close, his hair shone more brilliantly like it was magic. However, vampires didn’t have magic. They only had curses which were not unique to their kind. You almost looked away, but you noticed his eyes through the side profile. They were glowing and the lightest blue you have ever seen.

He was handsome, even pretty, yet so dangerous. You shouldn’t get involved with a vampire, but you couldn’t get your eyes off him.

In a flash, his eyes met yours, his head turning towards you. Your heart fluttered, making you break from whatever it was that kept you from looking away. This was fucking crazy. You raised your eyebrow, appearing as stoic as you could, then looked away.

Mei, the bartender, placed your drink in front of you. You nodded your thanks, receiving a wink when you handed her your card, telling her to keep your tab open and take how ever much she wanted for her tip. She could charge you a million and you wouldn’t care.

“I like you, love.” Mei smiled at you before she glared at the man next to you. She huffed, turning away. “Hooligans. Drinking straight from the bottle.”

“Hmm, I thought I saw the group of party poopers go away.” He sounded closer and he was.

His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, giving you the full view of his blue eyes. They are magnificent. Specks of lighter blue and almost silver littered his irises. Even Fae did not have such stunning eyes. Magic enhanced or no.

Did he just say party poopers? What was he? A child?

“They did,” you muttered, taking a sip pf your drink.

The thrum of the drug entering your body was euphoric. Heat and cold streaked down your throat. The burn was harsh yet smooth. The very thing you had been seeking after a dozen of cocktails. Despite being tasteless, dragon’s blood was your favorite. Any lingering stiffness in your body loosened. Your blood roared with life and death.

“Huh. Are you pretending not to be a party pooper?” The male settled on his sit. He waved his hand as he signaled Mei to bring the bottle to his table. “Well?”

“Maybe.” You drank, humming at the burn and sweetness of the liquor. “You got a nasty tongue.”

“Nasty? I haven’t cursed yet.” He smirked, his fangs glinting at the lights, his eyes sparkling brighter.

“Are you sure you should be talking to me, vampire?”

“I can talk to anyone.” His eyes burned. “You aren’t retaliating yet. I want to see how much longer before I can piss you the fuck off.”

Ah. There it was. The typical hatred against you. No, against your kind.

Fae weren’t favorable. They were tolerable for being peace and order keepers. They provided a path away from chaos and war. They made things fair and just. But, their arrogance and pride made them intolerable. They were worthy of the hate they received. That included you.

You wished you could protest about your difference, but you were guilty of them too. You were Fae. You were arrogant and selfish. You were not and will never be different. Being Fae was your birth right.

“No need to waste your breath.” You finished your drink.

Mei showed up, taking your glass, making you a new drink. She squinted at you and at the vampire. You tuned out her banter with the vampire, marveling at her grace.

Again, you marvel at how graceful Mei move. She never once spilled a drop. An expert in her domain. It wasn’t long until Mei mixed in your drug.

“Oi, what’s that?” The vampire demanded. He leaned forward, watching the clear liquid fall into your drink. He inhaled. “Is that dragon’s blood? Who would have the money to spend that in this place—Oh.” He snapped his fingers, pointing at you. “Gotcha.”

“Make him some.” You smiled Mei who raised a brow but looked interested. You mocked,“I doubt he can take a simple drug though.”

His smirk faltered. “Oh, you are a bully, Fae.” He leaned back when his drink was served. He almost looked afraid. His nose scrunched. “Disgusting.”

“Pussy,” you taunted, chuckling.

“What did you say?” he asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The use of profanities among Fae were not common, because it wasn’t proper. You were taught many ways to retort to any conversation. The elders would be rolling in their marble floors if they heard you. You bet they would drag you back to lessons after finding a way to cram it in your schedule. The controlling fools.

“She said pussy,” Mei echoed, before she moved away to a customer calling for her.

Not minding the rest of the drug in her possession, you grinned. Your elongated canines were now the ones gleaming. You teased, “Vampires are praised for their heightened senses. What becomes of yours?”

You finished your drink, licking your lips. You leaned closer to the vampire, your eyes darting to his lips then up his eyes. You scooted his drink closer to him, your amusement increasing when he recoiled from it. Despite their immortality, vampires dared not to drink such poison. It was still too potent despite being diluted. It would burn their throats, melt their insides, boil their dark blood, and so much more.

“I rather not,” he sighed, raising his hands in defeat. “Fine, I apologize for my impertinence.”

“Nothing to apologize for. You aren’t the only one who hates Fae,” you muttered, downing his drink. Finally, the dragon’s blood has turned more alive in your system. A flush crept up your cheeks. You felt like you were floating. You couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of you, “I also hate being Fae.”

You were so used to being hated. The being you’ve met all looked at you with both fear and disdain, but it was all within reason. You’d accepted that attention from the other beings. The only thing that could cut you down the worst was the contempt you received from your fellow Fae—them and the few who knew about who you were. Even this vampire was comparatively better. He was rude with his banters, but his tone didn’t have as much hostility as you were used to, like he was just doing this out of pure entertainment. You were grateful for that.

“It’s unlikely you hate your being. You’re Fae. You love yourselves more than your charge.” He removed his glasses, hanging it on his collar.

Yeah, right. You didn’t reply. What he said was also true. You loved yourself but you hated yourself. You loved your power, but your hated that it would never be enough. There was so much more you could have but you were reduced to following orders from people less than you. You were insulted with that for very ay you’ve lived.

“How can you drink it? Fae might tolerate it, but it is poison.”

“It is.” Your finger traced over the rim of the glass. “It tastes like sweet death that I’ve longed for.”

You felt bitter. You should keep quiet, but it was like your tongue felt loose. You felt somehow free while you spoke to this strange vampire. You’d never lied and couldn’t lie. You physically were unable to and there was no used to. You didn’t like the taste of lies especially of these kinds of matter.

Looking away, you took another vial from your sleeve, absently looking at the slight golden sheen it sometimes gave off. Death was something you’ve longed for with open arms. You’d lived for almost half a thousand years. It was a long life for some. Too long for you. A long life that you—nor your actual family—wanted.

You were taught that you deserved nothing but death. You had stolen a lot from your realm. The only way to reclaim what you stole was through your death. No one had succeeded in killing you, not even you. You tried so many times. You were still trying.

While Faes, vampires, and other long-lived folks could die, you couldn’t. You were damned with true immortality that was gifted to you by the Gods themselves. It was not a gift. It was a curse.

“Do you want some? Maybe you need to poison an enemy,” you offered, tipping the vial towards him. When he didn’t react, you shrugged. “More for me.” You opened it, brought it up in a toast, drank it like it was nothing. “It’s marvelous.”

His lips parted as he stared. His brilliant eyes travelled all over your face as he was drinking in every detail, every emotion, every reaction. Could he see how your relief? The drug blurred the incessant mumblings of your power and the gods. It heated your skin, your blood, and your core. You felt yourself clenching, your legs rubbing together for the slightest friction. Could he see your need?

You were in so much trouble.

You need to leave.

“I bid you good night,” you said, breaking off from his trapping eye contact.

You stood up, ignoring the fact that your card hadn’t been returned. You barely stumbled despite your high. Planning to contact your guard because you didn’t want to open a portal, you stepped away.

“Wait,” he breathed. His hand grasping around your bicep, making you jump.

He was warm. So warm that you could feel him through your clothes. That you could feel his unnatural pulse. Why was he warm? Why did he have a pulse? You wanted to focus on those things, but he tugged you against his body, making you feel all of his warmth and more. His hand moved to your hip, greedily pulling you in.

“Don’t go,” he said like a plea.

You were drowning in him. You wanted more. You shouldn’t. He was a vampire, a creature of dark, while you were Fae, a creature in between. You were powerful. Your blood was power—ripe and potent magic as Fae blood, even more as blessed—and this one feasted on blood. Of all creatures you could fuck, vampires were forbidden. They would take and take. Yet you found yourself melting into his grip.

“Don’t go,” he repeated, but now, with a grin and a hunger in his eyes that reflected in yours.

“Are you going to entertain me?” You asked, your head tipping to the side, a slight smile on your face. When he didn’t say anything, you frown, doubting his intentions. “You—”

“I felt your stare,” he muttered, his other hand tucking your hair behind your ear before grasping yours.

You shuddered. No one had been this close to you in months. No one had looked at you like he wanted to consume you rather than kill you. No one had held your hand like he didn’t want to let go. He felt different. Why did he feel different?

“You were fucking me with your beautiful eyes.” He licked his lips, inhaling deeply only to let out a groan. “I can smell you. Was it your drug? Was it me?” He smirked. “I bet it is. I captivated you.”

“You are full of yourself.”

“As I should.”

You laughed, your head tipping up, your chest feeling incredibly light. He noticed your stare. Maybe he was more special than you thought. You reached and touched his cheek, your thumb tracing over his soft lips. Your breaths turned ragged when his tongue licked the pad of your thumb. Gods. You wanted him.

You realized how much bigger he was compared to you. He was muscular but too much. He was so tall that he dwarfed your Fae height. When his fingers slipped beneath your shirt, you shivered, feeling your pussy leaking with so much arousal, panting when he greedily breathed in.

He hummed, the vibrations shaking your soul. “Do you want to fuck?”

The nerve of this man. He grinned, so smug, like he already knew your answer. His arrogance should piss you off but it didn’t. His indecency, his crassness, his boldness. They all became of him. He wasted no time, unlike the Fae males who had courted you for a week, amused you with long pointless conversations with carefully crafted salaciousness within their words before asking to bed you. Some would blush when you take initiative. Some would kneel. This vampire was straight to the point. You liked that. His directness only seared heat between your legs, your knees weakening that you almost fell if not for his grip.

“I don’t even know your name.” You gripped his shirt and pulled him. “Say your name and I might consider it.”

It was his turn to laugh. The sound was deep and rough and full of amusement. You rubbed your thighs again, shuddering when his hand grazed the underside of your tits. He leaned closer that your nose were touching, your breaths mixing. He smelled good. A mix of pine, wood, and vanilla. So expensive. So warm.

It didn’t click in your mind that he was also inhaling and tasting the poison you’d drank, that it didn’t affect him. All you could think about how comforting he was, how the world seem to blur around both of you.

“Well, doll,” he whispers, “I am Gojo Satoru. You can call me Satoru.”

Gojo. It was both familiar and not. The vampire realm was outside your domain, so you were sure that you’d not heard of it, but you were aware that he was important. He wouldn’t be confident and arrogant if he wasn’t. Ah, you really need to leave. He was nothing but trouble.

Trouble that you currently yearned for.

You got stuck in his jewel eyes. No, they were more like the sky than jewels. Not skies of Fae or any dark realms. They reminded you of the skies of the angel realm, your charge. It was pure and blue and bright, feeling you with a sense of calm and serenity.

Maybe you need to monitor your drug intake. You were losing it. This was so unlike you.

Shaking your thoughts away, you muttered, “Let’s fuck then.”

Hegrinned, making your pulse race.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Satoru was tall. He stood with a foot taller than your Fae height. He walked in an unhurried pace as he guided you to the upper floors, his hand gripping your waist to glue you to his side. His fingers traced and dug patterns onto your skin that had you sighing into his arm.

He tried to ask for your introduction but you ignored him, pressing a kiss on his throat that made him gulp loudly, his cock visibly straining under his pants. You wondered how big he was, how he would fuck you, how much cum he would give. You wondered and wondered, while you cozied up to his body temperature. He was like a furnace. Again, he was so different from his kind that should be as cold as winter, like corpses. Those differences didn’t matter.

Not when he whispered despicable things in your ears.

“Oh, you’re dripping, aren’t you? I can smell your arousal. I can’t wait until you’re dipping all over my cock.”

“I will fuck you until you cream, until you scream my name, until your pussy is molded to me. No one can fuck you like I will.”

“I will fill you with so much cum that you will be sobbing because you’re so full, but I won’t care. I’ll fuck you more. Fill you up like my own personal doll. Oh, you liked the sound of that, huh? You smell like a whore. A Fae that wanted to be used by a vampire? What a slut.”

You were panting like a bitch in heat from his words. The promises. The degradation. You had no idea you liked it. You’d never felt so aroused and worked up from mere words.

He continued until you got to tenth floor where the hotel started. In a calm voice, like he wasn’t just promising you your debauchery, he got you two a suite. Before you knew it, he was leading you again. Even through the haze of your arousal, you noticed people—vampires—bowing at Satoru which he didn’t acknowledge. Just who was he? You started to wish you knew more about vampire politics.

When you felt their attention on you, you ignored them, but you did straighten up. You are Fae. By how Satoru possessively held you, this would spark a controversy, but it was nothing that your guard couldn’t handle. You sent him a quick message, your nerve getting step on by the vampire who peered into your phone.

“Your phone looked old,” he commented.

“Not exactly my phone.” You shrugged. It was your official device that elders used to contact you. You only brought it so you could contact your guard. When he raised his eyebrow as he opened the door, you huffed, “More like a business phone. I don’t have a phone.”

“Why not?” He asked, motioning a hand towards the roon. “After you.”

“I have no use for phones.”

“Says the one who sent a message for PR control.”

“PR?” You scrunch your nose, unable to follow. What does he mean by PR? You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a phone.”

“Sure,” he taunted, caging you against the door with his hands on either side of your head, with his hips pressing against your abdomen, with his cock begging for release. “Whatever you say.” He was about to kiss you when you slipped away. “What’s wrong now?”

“I’m going to brush my teeth.”

He looked dumbfounded, clearly forgetting a very crucial detail that you drunk poison that could melt his flesh. You could still feel its effects. Your mind was still hazy from it. He would get hurt if you had kissed him. You took a toothbrush and toothpaste from one of the hotel kits. You brushed while he leaned against the doorway.

“You are surprisingly kind.”

You spat the minty foam. “This is being kind. Accommodating? Yes. Kind? I don’t think so.” You continued while he stared. “Have you slept with Fae before? Fae are really accommodating partners.”

“Pussy is just pussy, isn’t it?” He shrugged, smirking when you met his gaze. He put up two fingers in a V, placing them over his lips, then he licked the space in between. “Just another hole to fuck.”

Once again, you laughed. Truly lecherous. He was so profane.

You finished with your mouth tasting like mint and not a single lingering heat from the drug on any crevice. You faced him. “That’s not what I am asking.”

Normally, you would get irritated if your line of sight craned upwards, but with Satoru, you weren’t. His gaze was only downwards to meet yours because of your heights. It somehow felt normal, like he was at the same pedestal as you. It felt correct. He felt worthy.

“Do you care about that?” He asked.

No, you didn’t.

“No answer again.” He shook his head, pertaining about how you didn’t tell him your name. Then he obliged, “I haven’t had Fae. Never even thought of wanting to sleep with your kind. No offence.”

“Now, you do?” You smirked.

“Now, I do.”

You were satisfied with his answer. You would be his first Fae. Why did that made you feel both satisfied and disappointed? Your heart raced inside your chest. You wanted—

“Can I kiss you now?” his voice rumbled into a lower octave. He breached the distance between you two, his hands gripping your hips, his head leaning towards you.

“Retract your fangs.” Your hands skimmed his chest, feeling his muscles move under his shirt.

“Too many demands, doll.”

He did, making a show of his pointed canines retracting until they weren’t as pronounced. Then his lips descended on yours, softly before deepening as his tongue slipped past your lips. He tasted sweet, beyond the lingering taste of alcohol, beyond the mint of the hotel’s toothpaste. He felt so warm but also so cold. Your heart fluttered. Your hands were trembling as you wrapped your arms around his nape to pull him closer and closer. It wasn’t enough. You needed to feel his skin on yours. You needed to taste and consume all of him.

You gripped him tighter as he pushed you against the wall, his hand sliding over your ass, gripping and squeezing before he carried you, your feet crossing on his back. When he grinded his crotch against yours, you let out a pathetic whimper that he greedily swallowed. Your pussy was aching, throbbing with the need to be filled and defiled, quivering the more he dry humped you.

You inhaled, your power reaching for the darkness that lurked within him, the power he had, that vile energy full of curses. Your power roared out from their reigns as the drug dulled in your system. It wanted him. You wanted his power. You wanted him. You wanted to eat him. You bit down on his lower lip, gasping and groaning at the slightest taste of copper. Without looking, you knew that his blood was red and so fucking red, so potent and sweet. So different.

Oh, he was…

He felt like…

When you opened your eyes, you found him already looking at you. “You…don’t feel like a vampire,” you panted.

“But I am. What could I possibly be?” He asked, carrying you over to the bed, his lips pressing wet kisses on your lips, your jaw, your chin. “What do I feel like?”

You didn’t know. You couldn’t speak because the answer to that question held a great weight, the words dying on your throat.

He felt like a god. Like the ones that whispered, sang, and screamed in your ears. They plagued your life with their mess. However, Satoru felt so much more than them. For that, they wanted you to devour him, take all his curse as yours. For that, they also wanted to keep him alive and strong. They rattled and screeched in your mind that you forced your connection with them by closing a door, sealing it with brick and mortar. Still, you could hear them. They were so loud.

“You should know,” you sighed, unbuttoning his shirt, marveling the hair that cascaded down his temples and onto yours, feeling comfortable with his weight partially on you. “This is forbidden.”

“Forbidden,” he echoed, tasting the very word. He grinned. “I know.”

So, he knew it too. Your fingers touched his heated skin, feeling rough and raised patches. You looked down to his sculpted neck, down to his chiseled chest where tattoos intricately inked on his pale skin. There you found scars under the woven designs. Your throat tightened as your mood plummeted into anger as you traced over them. One by one. How dare they hurt him. How dare they put scars on him. How dare they.

You didn’t know why you were feeling this way. He was a stranger you’ve only just met, and you were angry him. This emotion brewed inside your chest so much deeper than usual. Your touch lingered on a particular scar where his heart should be. Someone tried to take his heart. Someone tried to claw it out when he was still young, when his healing abilities were still not perfect. You felt dread. He could’ve died before you met him.

“It was a long time ago,” he softly said, putting hand over yours. “So long.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re worried.”

You had nothing to say, so you pulled him down for another kiss, shuddering at how perfect you two fit. How could this be? What was with the connection—

He grinded down against your core, drawing any thoughts away from your head, his hand snaking down over your chest, squeezing firmly, pinching your pebbled nipple. You could only moan and cry out as he tore your shirt open as he trailed kissed down your throat, his lips skimming over your collarbones. You desperately rolled your hips to meet his thrust, gasping at the his burning touch.

Your pussy felt so hot, so wet, the more he kept touching and kissing you, the more he pried your clothes off. You were naked in a flash. Your clothes, mere heaps of torn fabric on the floor. You should care. You treasured every piece of clothing you had, but right one, you didn’t. You fucking didn’t.

Your fingers slipped through his silken white hair, tugging at it harshly when he licked over your nipple before he sucked.

“Fuck,” you cursed, sobbing for more.

“We haven’t started yet you’re already crying for me,” he laughed, releasing your nipple with a pop, only to move to the other. “Come on, doll, keep up with me.”

All you could do was pant and gasp, shivering when his other hand ran down your body. His touch felt like electricity. Zapping and jolting pleasure down your pussy. Only when he traced over your slit did you realized that he was doing something. His energy teased everywhere he touched you. Not just from his finger that slipped into your quivering cunt. Not just from those that pinched and tugged your nipple. Not just from his lips and tongue on the other. He wad everywhere. The slightest touch of his pant-covered thighs against your naked ones. Of his very breath on your skin. His energy made your mouth water. Just one tug and you would be feasting.

“You look hungry,” he commented, pointedly licking the underside of your tit to your nipple before he kissed you again. “So hungry.”

You nodded, feeling the need to be seen, writhing when he purposely shot an energy towards you. You felt it down to your core. You moaned, quivering in want, in lust, in everything. You bit your lower lip as if the physical action could keep you from lunging and taking his energy.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his eyes moving down your body, his fingers softly thrusting into your slicked pussy.

You rarely got shy. First, because you were Fae. Second, you were confident with your body. It didn’t matter if you have imperfections. You had scars which you’d earned in training, duels, and battles. Your stomach was not as flat because you had fats over the muscles you’d toned. You had freckled and marks that was born on your skin or that simply appeared. You never cared for them. Your body had change for different seasons and eras for all of your years.

Until now. You felt so bare under his observation. When his hands briefly part from you then carefully spread your thighs, smoothening over the dips of your thighs, his thumbs prying your pussy open, he looked up to meet your uneasy gaze. He grinned, so widely to showcase his shortened fangs.

“You are so fucking hot,” he praised you.

After a long time, a—his—compliment had you genuinely smiling. You felt lighter. Lighter than the calm any drug had given you. He gazed at you like he was peering into your soul. You wanted him to see you. All of you. You’d never felt this way before.

Sure, your guard had always brought you the care you’d been deprived of. Sure, he made you smile when he protects and offered his very soul to you. Sure, he’d given you the rush of being glorified and respected. Sure.

But Satoru made you feel serene simply by staring at you with those gods-forsaken eyes, by simply telling you that compliment that could only be on surface level, but something told you it was not. When he pressed his forehead against yours, you turned mellow. You wanted to say something, anything, yet very word died before it came up your throat.

“Aren’t you getting too wet for me?” He broke your trance with his thumb teasing around your swollen clit.

You let out a mewl as you gripped his shoulder. Your cheeks burned like you were set on fire. You realized how much he was hulking over you, watching you unravel by his mere touch. This position should be beneath you, but it felt right. So right that tears started to sting in your eyes.

“Shut up, vampire.” You huffed, pulling him for a kiss.

He obliged, giving you all the attention you craved. His finger momentarily left your clit only to rest over your lower abdomen. His energy zapped, teasing you, making you wetter by the moment. All you could do was whine and pant.

“You’re so adorable,” he whispered against your skin, his lips trailing to your jaw, to your neck, continuing to tease you with the onslaught of his energy.

You sighed, squirming at his feel. He knew exactly what he was doing with you when he pushed his energy harder onto your skin, into your fresh, down to your bones. You bit down on the temptation. Your mouth dried like a desert, yet it watered like a flowing river. He tasted so fucking saccharine. Your head spun as he fed you while he pleasured you. Your hands trembled over his shoulders especially when he found your nipples again, teasing them, one after the other.

“More.” You plead, your eyebrows furrowing. You didn’t know what you were asking for. More of his power? More of his touch? More of his kiss?

“Take everything you want.” He sucked and kneaded on your tits like he wanted to milk them.

Your back arching, you gasped, “Don’t tempt me. Don’t.”

“Are you scared of taking more than you should?” He asked. He burned his way down, pressing feather-light kisses along your abdomen, licking here and there, lightly nipping on your skin. “Don’t be too wary, Fae. Let loose.” He tutted, positioning himself between your legs. “You can never take too much, doll.”

You sighed, throwing your leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer. “Satoru.”

His eyes sparked in interest, darkened in lust and everything else dark. He stared at you for seconds that felt like minutes, smirking at how desperate you were for him. Then he blew a cool breath against your aching clit. He was so close. Just a few millimeters left. Why wouldn’t he touch you already? You shivered in anticipation, one leg impatiently urging him to cross the distance.

“Don’t come until I tell you.” He gave you a stern look. His eyes flashed. The blue glowed. The whites turned red for one second.

The sight took your breath away. You nodded, bobbing your head in desperation. When he chuckled at your helplessness, at your pathetic need for him, you nearly creamed. His tongue licked up your pussy, from sensitive and quivering entrance to your swollen clint. You could feel yourself dripping with your slick. It dripped from your pussy down to your ass, down on the sheets. You gasped, singing with your breathless moans. Your back arched, leg quivering as he continued to lap along your slicken folds. His moans and groans accompanied the obscene sound of him gulping and licking, rumbling right against your core. He felt so good. So fucking good.

You tugged his hair tightly, your fingers making a mess of his silken hair, threatening to pry them off his scalp, but your reactions only made him lave at your pussy with growing fervor.

“Satoru!” You sobbed as you climbed your way up your orgasm. “Please, please. Don’t stop. I beg you.”

You begged for the first time in your life. You begged him.

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The moment he heard you beg, his eyes met yours while he sucked your clit, long and hard. Your taste on his tongue was so exquisite. Your pussy tasted like the best fucking pussy he had ever tasted. He doubted any other else could compare. He licked at your entrance, his tongue scooping up your arousal into his mouth, dragging it on over fucking crevice before he swallowed. Fucking perfect. Too fucking exquisite. A Fae brought underneath his thumb. Where have you been?

You looked divine. Even more than the lowly gods that only dared and did nothing—cowardly fools.

He could feel your pulse rushing so quickly with your powerful blood running through your veins. It felt like your heart beats solely for him. Besides your slick that almost tasted sweet over the heady taste of your pussy, he could basically taste your blood. It called for him. The power thrummed along your veins, beneath and around your soul. You were power. And he had you right under him.

He wanted to drink you dry. Your arousal. Your blood. Your essence. That fucking power that taunted him to take it. His fangs slightly elongated. He watched if you noticed, but you didn’t. How could you? You were so lost in pleasure. You were shivering with so much want. When he chuckled into your skin, your body shook, your head craning upwards as you cried out.

He couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty. From your wonderful breasts with your nipples painfully erected, from how your abdomen quiver as your hips rolled, your uneven breath carrying your light and airy moans. Everything about you made him fucking hard, his cock leaking with precum. His pants felt too tight around his crotch.

He would give you everything.

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“Satoru, please. Satoru,” you cried.

His name was a gospel. A forbidden one which you chose to sing. Your tears fell from your eyes. Your hands gripped his hair, needing to feel him more and more. You swallowed a sob when you felt his tongue slither into your weeping hole.

“Ah! Please,” you pleaded. “Please!”

You yelped when he tightly gripped your thighs, his nails sinking into your skin, making crescents along its wake. His slurps were loud and lewd. He knelt up, taking you off the bed with just your shoulders and head on it. You cried out curses and pleas. You were a mess, a fucking mess.

Then it happened.

His energy reached and curled around you, forcing you to take, take, and take. You were getting drunk on him. Your eyes rolled up. Your soul bowed down at his offering, latching on it, swallowing everything he gave. You couldn’t calm. You couldn’t ignore the painful knot twisting deep inside of your core. Your sweat beaded on your skin as you let go of his hair so you could bite on your knuckles, your canines breaking skin. The scent of coppery blood clouded over your senses because it mixed with his arousal. He wanted you. He fucking wanted you too.

It felt good.

“I’msoclose,” you plead, your lips trembling, your moans getting louder and louder. You wanted to come, but he told you not to come. Pleasure clouded your mind. All you can hear was your moans and his slurping. “Satoru. I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” you repeated. Again. And again.

However, he kept giving and giving. You wanted to tell him to stop feeding you, to ease off, but it felt good. He felt good.

“Then come,” he taunted.

You did. Instantly like your body was merely waiting for those words, for that permission. You came hard, your body coiling, as you unraveled, splaying into ribbons of nothingness beyond your peak. Your eyes glistened with more tears as he rode your orgasm before he let up, forcing himself off your pussy, but he didn’t stop the baiting of his energy, overstimulating your senses. You knew you were damned.

His lips, his chin, his nose, his jaw, his cheeks shone with your slick. Both of you panted as you stared into each other’s eyes. You saw flashes of emotions you couldn’t decipher yet longed to. You closed your eyes, too afraid of what lies beyond those pearly blues.

When you almost sobbed from the lack of touch, he dipped three fingers into your sopping hole. You cried out when he curled them in a come-hither motion, letting you fall onto the bed, but his thrusts were too deep and wild.

“Taste good, doll. Taste so damn good.” He nipped along your inner thighs, biting softly and kissing messily. His constant motions were drawing you to another orgasm when you haven’t recovered from the last. “You already came. Don’t you dare.”

You gritted your teeth, swiping your hair away from your eyes. You kept trying to control your breathing, but his energy reached again, and you were drowning with so much need. You shook your head, trying to get away from him. You would come. You come so soon—

“Don’t come,” he reminded you.

You wanted to kick him. You needed to come. This was torture. The first orgasm felt so small compared to the one building and coiling in your core. He was such insolent fool who dared to keep you from your undoing. How dare he. You want to curse him, but you couldn’t. Your body submitted wholly to this vampire.

His thumb circled your clit, making you whimper. You shakily inhaled, clenching the sheets for support. You were too focused on trying to calm down and to bay off your impending orgasm. You were too focused on his torturous touch, on the bottomless energy that kept feeding you while also teasing you for more. It felt like flames licking at your skin. Keeping you warm while burning you.

You were so busy on those things.

That was your mistake.

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Satoru watched you desperately focus on your tiny assignment. Your abdomen shook and clenched and relaxed in cycles. Your legs quivered over his shoulders, pulling him closer, trying to get him to fuck you with his tongue again. You were adorable. He didn’t expect a Fae to look so beautiful despite being so disgruntled. His heart felt the most alive the more he stared at you. The lump of organ never beat continuously other than the occasional lub-dub every hour, but it did the moment he felt your eyes tracking him from afar, the moment he came closer to you that he breathed your scent, the moment he exchanged a miniscule conversation with you, the moment he got his arms around you, his hand in your hand. Now, his heart beat so fucking hard in his chest.

He didn’t know if it still knew how to slow, how to stop, how to be.

What have you done to him?

When your eyes closed, he elongated his fangs. All three pairs, two above and one below, glinted like pearls against the dim lights. His blue eyes burned brighter, casting a soft blue on skin. He could see every vein, every artery under your flesh.

You did this.

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“Please, Satoru. Let me—Ahhh!” You screamed as he latched onto the meat of your inner thigh.

The pain was sharp and blinding, so different from anything you’ve experienced. You looked at him in horror, but the dread felt only lasted in a second, because you were pushed higher. You screamed his name too loud that it echoed and rang. When he bite down harder, drawing and slurping your blood, you came.

Your pussy pulsated, clenching around his fingers, your arousal cum leaking out of you. You sobbed, weakly trying to push him off, shuddering as your pussy ached from oversensitivity as you came again and again. You whine as a haze shadowed every logical thought in your head. You gasped and panted. You were a pathetic melting mess underneath him, flinching when he retracted his cum-slicked fingers from your heat.

He continued to suck, his eyes watching you, challenging you. You somehow knew if you truly push him, you could. You didn’t. You didn’t even try but it felt like you failed and got defeated, especially when you realized that he didn’t even waste a single drop of your blood. You were in so much trouble. You watched him intently, feeling your slick running down your ass, down the sheets. What a mess, you were.

You waited for him to lose it, to act like a rabid animal from your blood that was concentrated by mana, ether, and power, but he didn’t. He remained as he was. When he released you, his tongue darted over the punctures on your thigh. The wounds itched as they closed. You were only left with a slight pinch of pain, a small reminder of what he’d done.

“Aww, you came, doll. I told you not to.” He tutted, grinning, his tongue darted over his teeth, lingering on his fangs. He groaned. “Everything about you tasted divine.”

You lost yourself then. You got trapped into the void of his eyes. It felt like infinity and more. It was too and it could swallow you whole. Only then you realized that you were never on his level. He was someone more. He stood on a higher step over you who was blessed by the multiple gods and deities. He knelt between your thighs, gazing down at you, his dominance subduing yours into nothing. You could only submit because it was right. So right.

“What are you?” you asked, shuddering as he came down, his clean fingers caressed your cheek, catching your tears. ‘Where have you been?’ is the question that you wanted to ask.

“I am a vampire,” he softly said. His grin fell. His eyes kept darting from yours to your lips then back. His thumb grazed your lower lip as his forehead pressed against yours. The motion made your chest ached once more. “Your blood is too potent. The best I’ve ever tasted.”

“How dare you,” you passively said, sobbing your vulnerability.

You hooked your fingers on his belt loops to pull him in. You tried to shake away your realization and the weight settling on your chest. You would lose him after this night. You didn’t want to lose him. You should push him away. He was holding you so lightly that you knew you could easily run away. He was looking at you like he didn’t want you to, like he was begging you when both of you knew he shouldn’t be the one begging. He was supposed to be just a stranger. Why did he feel more?

But instead of saying anything, you forced a scoff, cleaving heart in half. “You shouldn’t drink Fae blood.”

He closed his eyes, nodding, his released a tight breath. Something shattered and you didn’t know what. A slightly shaky smirk stretched his lips. “Why not? You smell so good. You can’t expect me to hold my hunger.”

He stripped as impatient as he stripped you. He tore through his shirt that had already unbuttoned, unbuttoning his pants to tug them harshly. His cock sprung, hitting his veined abdomen. He was red and flush on the tip, the most prominent vein on his member pulsed. He twitched at your attention. Gods, he was big, bigger than any of your previous partners. In your head, you were thanking for stretching so deliberately with his fingers but was that enough?

“On your knees,” he ordered.

You glared at him. It was a position you absolutely hated. You wanted to protest, but your words died down when you saw the specks in his eyes swirled with life. You gulped. Instead of following him instantly, you sought his lips. You thought that he would force you into the position, but he didn’t. He only obliged your need for him. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your pussy, your blood, your cum. The taste made you burn.

You parted from him, swallowing your whine, as you turned on your stomach, lifting yourself on your knees, gasping at the feel of your slick running down your thighs.

“You are so wet,” he groaned, groping your ass, spreading them as he pleased, making them jiggle. “So fucking beautiful.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing. You peered back at him to see how much he was drinking the sight of you in such a submissive position. Needing to see more of that expression on his face, you settled, arching your torso into the bed, your knees spreading wider as you kept your ass up, the slight coldness of your arousal dribbling down directly onto the bed had you panting.

“Is this what you want?” You asked.

“Yes, fucking perfect.” He slammed his palm against your ass.

The sting had you gasping, writhing as he smoothen his palm over the ache. Your pussy wept like the—

“What a slut,” he teased. “A Fae who’s a slut.”

That was what you were. A slut. The insult only made you shiver in want, in need for more. You grasped the sheets, panting as you wiggled your ass for him. What a disgrace you had become. When he chuckled, pressing his horrifying length along your folds, you grinded back, sobbing at the feel of his heat against yours. You swore you could feel his throbbing veins. You wanted him. He gripped your hips, his nails growing and started to sink into your skin. You wanted him to leave scars. Deeper scars.

“Fuck, you feel so warm. You’ll burn me.” He grinded harder onto your pussy, slapping your ass cheeks whenever he wanted to. “You’re mine.”

Ignoring his damning words, you cried, “Please, Satoru. Fuck me. What are you waiting for? Please. Just put your cock in my cunt. Take me.”

Satoru had the audacity to laugh, leaning over you, his cock aligning against your pussy hole, only to slip away then back. You panted, wanting to thrust back, but he held your hips like vice. You felt like he was refusing you. This was more torturous than when he was making you hold your orgasm back. Again, tears escaped you as you plead again and again. At that, you felt a tear fell from your eyes. This is torture. You’ve never begged your previous partners, but you already did for him. It physically hurt the more he teased and held you back.

“Why are you so cruel?” Your voice broke. You whined, “Satoru.”

“I heard Fae had insufferable etiquette. Your females should be shy and graceful in bed, no?” He spat, groaning as he grinded against your pussy. He slapped his tip against your quivering entrance as he forced your back further down. “I’m not yet inside, but I’m already so fucking wet.” He spanked your ass, humping your heat. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

“Satoru. No.” You shook your head, actually sobbing in hurt, reaching back for his hand, for his dick, for anything at all. “Inside, please.”

“Keep your hands to yourself, doll. We will stop if you don’t.” He spanked you again and again.

The sting had you gasping and gripping your pillow in desperation. The more he spanked your ass, the wetter you got. Your legs shook for every blow, for every contact. When he moved back, you whined then screamed as he slapped your pussy, as his fingers make a mess of your arousal.

“A Fae submitting to a mere vampire,” he laughed, grinding his cock over your stinging pussy. “So pathetic. Such a slut. Just for me. Me.”

Gods, you want him to shut the fuck up. How could he be so talkative when his cock was hard and twitching and dripping with his pre-cum? You tried to grind back, weeping as he kept you, shouting as his cock slowly plunges into your well-prepped pussy. Your eyes rolled for every inch that entered you.

He was so fucking big—

Then he just thrusted the rest of his gigantic length into your pussy. You screamed at the impossible stretch. You panted like a bitch, gripping your pillow, as you cried from the slight sting in your insides. He prepped you so fucking good yet it wasn’t enough. Your legs shook as they turned jelly.

He just stuck it in like a fucking barbarian. Well, you plead him to stick it in. He leaned over your back, pressing kisses along your shoulder as if to appease you.

“You’re so perfect around me,” he groaned, his hand craning your face towards him. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly. “I’m still halfway in.”

“What’d you mean halfway in?” You asked in a panic. Your hand slipped between your stomach and the mattress, feeling the slight bulge of him inside you. “You’re already—”

“Oh, shut up.” He moved back then thrusted deeper. “This is what you want, isn’t it? This is what you were begging for.”

His deep thrusts silenced you more than his words. He was so deep. How were you taking him? You felt like a novice, especially when his hand slipped under you, pressing over your hand, making you feel how deep he was actually was. One full thrust and you swore you could feel him up your fucking lungs as you panted hard.

“There we go. I’m inside your pussy. All of me.” He mused, planning soft kisses on your shoulder. “Can you feel me?” He pressed your hands harder into our abdomen, making you sob. “I’m right here.”

He sat so deeply in your pussy. The slightest pain you felt was gone and all you had left was pleasure that dumbed your head. You could feel every throb, every twitch, every drip of his cock. He was leaking for you. He was as much as a whore as you were.

“Gods,” you mumble, hand falling onto your side. “Satoru, you’re so deep. Please.”

‘Please wait,’ was what you wanted to say but he rolled his hips, taking him further in your quivering pussy.

“I know. I can feel you,” he gasped then he fucked you. “Doll, you’re taking me so fucking well.”

You’d lost it then. His rhythm was deep and long, his hips rolling occasionally, dragging his cock against your walls. The obscene sound of skin-slapping mixed with your garbled moans and his deep soul-catching groans. When he beautifully hit that spot in your pussy, you cried as a small orgasm tore through you.

“Found it,” he murmured.

Indeed, he had. You couldn’t hold back your power as he kept pounding that spot. The moment his hand released your hip, you fell on your stomach. He kept fucking into you with his knees pinned beside you. You shivered when his breath fanned on your ear.

“I heard Fae ears are sensitive. Let’s see,” he whispered.

That was true and one of the reasons why Fae had their ears pierced with cuffs as protection. Yours were too sensitive to be pierced.

Before you could say anything, his fangs grazed the curve of your ears, lingering on the pointed tip. You choked on a sob. Your vision darkened as you let out a silent scream. Then he started nibbling that had sent violent jabs of pleasure to your pussy.

When you clenched around him, he grunted, not stopping his assault on your ear. He nipped it harshly, turning into a panting like a starved beast. Your canines lengthened, puncturing your lip, your hands gripping and pulling at your sheets until your knuckles turned white.

“Satoru,” you panted, trying to get away, but he held you down with his hands and his weight. “Gods.”

He bit, drawing blood. Your lips opened in a wide ‘O’, your eyes rolling up as you get harshly thrown over the cliff of your orgasm. Your pussy walls quivered, your very being quaking.

You came.

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Satoru gritted his teeth, his vision turning splotchy at the edges because your pussy gripped and convulsed around him. Even a single drop of your blood tasted like a golden river, its scent holding every piece of his sanity. You came. Just from him teasing your ear. Just from one graze. The sounds of your helpless whines only hardened his cock when he couldn’t get hard anymore. You mustn’t be actually real.

“Fuck, did you come from that?” he tried to tease you, as he groaned, his thrusts turning more desperate, uncontrolled. He gripped his nails into your sides, not letting you crawl away. He could feel every gush of your cum. He plead, “Doll, I need your name.”

He needed to know who you were, needed to know what name he must call when he came. Yet you didn’t give peace. You would rather cry and sob and whine than tell him your name. Was he not worthy enough for your name? Him? He grunted, his claws sinking and bruising your skin. Why wouldn’t you tell him your name?

“Kiss me,” you demanded, ignoring him.

He could punish you, not give you what you wanted, but he couldn’t. He forced a smile, licking a drop of blood from ear, then he kissed you, forcing you to taste your own blood, forcing you to consume the bottomless energy he had. You needed to take more. He could see the mess of your power, glowing and melting into gold the more you take from him.

“Do you really like my blood?” You asked against his lips, your eyes glowing a soft color. So soft compared to his harsh glow.

He couldn’t speak for the first time, his ruts halting. You looked so beautiful. You were majestic. Who were you? You saw something in his eyes that had you smiling softly, drawing every breath in his lungs.

“If that look is a yes, then I need you to drink it all while you fucked me harder.”

“I wasn’t fucking you hard enough?” His eyebrow raised. You were sobbing from him, and it wasn’t enough apparently. But he focused on the first part, you didn’t need to tell him to drink. He would. “Be careful about what you’re asking for, doll. You don’t know me.”

He said the last sentence with bitterness, but he knew you didn’t catch that tone, because your pupils blew out, swallowing your irises. You looked ruined when he wasn’t even finish with you, because you essentially gave him your pure control over your body. You submitted to him. You may have deprived him your name, but you’d given him your body.

He would gladly take you. He gripped your hips, pulling you up, grinning at how pliant you were. Like a doll. His doll. He maneuvered his one leg up, heel digging into the sheet. While he kept the other one kneeling. He thrusted in your seemingly tight walls. So wet, so greedy. He groaned from how you felt around him. So perfect. When you clenched around him, you felt so fucking tight that he could see stars. Your pussy almost felt like a vacuum, clearly not wanting to let go of his cock, threatening to hold him right inside you. You probably could. Your pussy was so starved and thirsty, wasn’t it? He had the cure for that. He wanted to breed you. Pump you full of his cum until every crevice of your pussy was painted with white.

“Fuck, fucking hell, doll,” he moaned, his balls getting tight. He’s going to fucking come. “So fucking tight. Just for me. My fucking pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” you sobbed, muttering unintelligible words, getting too lost in your pleasure.

“You’re doing well. You’ve taken all of me. No one had ever taken every single inch of my cock, but you did with your perfect cunt,” he grounded you with praises. His lips pressed featherlight kisses on your shoulder. The contact was far disconnected with how hard he was fucking you. “You’re made for me.”

He continued whispering obscenities in your ear, feeling your walls constrict around his cock. Everything sounded so ethereal in his ears.

Everything he could think was your perfection. Repeatedly like he was memorizing the words: You were so perfect. He hadn’t felt this ever.

He ruined women and men of different descents—except for Fae. None of them could compare to you. No one else’s blood tasted like ambrosia. No one else could make his heart pound, loud and strong. Even the mere sight of your pulse on your neck made him impossibly harder, his mouth watering from the power coursing through your veins. No. He realized that your blood was power itself.

Your face was a mess of tears and sweat. Your cheeks were flushed red. Your beautiful hair stuck onto your skin. You were disheveled yet gorgeous. Too much that it pained his soul. He wanted to keep you. He wanted to have all of you. He gripped your hair, his fingers wrapping around the base. He tugged, forcing your head up, exposing more of your neck. You looked at him with helpless eyes, purely submitting to be his toy. His sex doll.

“Fuck. I want to breed you,” he muttered along your skin, groaning at your shivers. “I will fucking breed you.”

Your tiny gasp was music to his ears. He overturned your position, putting you on your back in a second, his thumb finding your aching clit, pressing and teasing it. He watched your tits bounce for every forceful thrust, but beyond watching your body, he was homed in your pulse. He wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing down on your artery, controlling your circulation, making your roll your eyes as you scream. Such a strong pulse. He felt his gangs elongating, its pointed tips grazing his lower lip. He gave in.

He bit you, right below your pulse, his fangs tearing through that major artery. Your blood rushed into his mouth in spurts. He greedily gulped, groaning at your pure delicious power, your Mana. His other hand left your clit to grip your hand. Something inside him sang when he intwined his fingers with yours.

He could drain you, rid you of your blood, relish in your power. His previous partners were scared to be drained. They thrashed when he bit down onto an artery. You were not they. You stayed right there, moaning and sobbing like wanton whore. Your hips rolled to meet his thrusts, gasping in pure euphoria of getting your blood drained. Such a good, beautiful girl. As reward, he pumped you with his venom. His aphrodisiac.

“Gods, yes!” You screamed, your hand tightly gripping his. “More, take more.”

He did. When he finally pulled away, licking at your wound, closing it. He couldn’t have you bleed out. That would be a waste of precious blood. Then, you started to squirm, your eyebrows furrowing, your eyes opening and filling with confusion, your pussy fucking dripping and soaking the sheets. He didn’t think you realized what he had done yet.

Instead of being slapped for not drinking directly from your artery, you smiled, your tongue licking your lower lip.

“Do you like it?” He asked, maneuvering you on your side, hooking your leg over his shoulder, keeping you spread with your pussy quivering on his cock. He slowed his thrusts. Aware of the obscene white ring around his base, he watched you, slowly descending into the effects of his venom.

You were in so much trouble.

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You desperately nodded. You used your other hand to soothe your aching breast. It hurt. You gasped as you realized what happened, finally marking the exact moment you felt something enter your bloodstream beyond the mind-numbing pleasure. Did he use his venom on you? You couldn’t believe you let a vampire inject you with venom. Fuck, it was so hot. The feeling was unreal, but your tits hurt, and your pussy felt like on fire. You tried to push him off with a hand on his hard abdomen, but he only gripped your leg and fucked into harder. That made the pain bearable. You tugged your nipple harshly. Your toes curled at the pain and the pleasure exponentially getting higher and higher.

You glanced down, panting at the sight of your arousal stringing you with him, at the sight of your pussy so red and raw with his cock disappearing and reappearing in it, then you noticed a mark blooming on your pelvis where your fleshed moved with his thrusts.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” You screamed as panic rose in your chest as you were forced into another orgasm, the heat in your body intensifying. “Satoru, fuck!”

You were breaking. You were on fire. You were burning. Your orgasm felt so good that it actually pained you, because the fire kept building like your pussy was bursting into flames. Another peak coiled in your core. Maybe if you come, the pain would stop. You writhed, reaching down to circle your clit.

“That won’t help you, doll.” He darkly chuckled, pausing his torturous fucking which only heightened the pain. He smirked, his sclera bleeding red, emphasizing the blue of his eyes.

What did he just do to you? Was it his venom? Was it lethal? Why the fuck—

“Does it hurt here?” He asked, pressing against your pelvis.

Yes. It hurt right there. You nodded. It felt like you were being branded by iron. Beyond the pain, your body was shutting down. You felt so weak. You wanted to punch him and kick him, to demand what he did, but you every shred of your strength left your body.

“Not that familiar with vampire aphrodisiac, huh?” His finger traced the mark on your pelvis, making the fire ignite.

It hurts.

He shushed your sobs. He started moving his hips again.

Your eyes widened when it satiated the fire. Slowly. Your panic died down, but your desperation increased.

“If I don’t cum inside your pussy, it would be so bad for you,” he taunted, pressing kisses along your calf. “So bad.”

What did that mean? You wanted ask questions. You wanted to hurt him as much as he was hurting you, but the moment he leaned to capture your lips, you were readily feeling the pain, turning into a mush. He had you writhing before he moved to your neck again. Then he did it again. He drank your blood as he injected his venom.

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” you sobbed. You insides felt like cramping up as the tension rolled in your pussy. “Please.”

One loud suck of your blood, you came, your nails digging into his back. Your whines and pleas fell into dead ears as his thrusts turned clumsy as his groans sounded like whimpers. He came, his hips slamming hard into you, his dick throbbing, his cum spurting into your pussy in white-hot rivulets. Your insides was flooded with his sticky cum.

“Take all of it.” He panted, his lips peppering your neck with kisses. “So fucking good.”

You shuddered when his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb teaching over your jaw then your lips. When he came up, his lips were instantly on yours, softly, languidly. Your soul shook. Your body trembled so his hands ran down your body, soothing you, as he wrecked you with the lasts of his spurts.

Unlike his rough maneuvering, he gathered you, rolling you two on your side, plugging his cum with his cock firmly sitting inside of you. He still kissed you until both of your breaths calmed.

Only when he parted from you did you dare look at your pelvis. Gone was the mark. Why did you feel so disappointed? It was just a silly fucking mark.

“How’d you like that?” He asked, tucking your hair away from your face, his fingers lingering to trace the shell of your ears that had you gasping. “So sensitive.”

You stared at him in wonder. His question sounded genuine but also rhetoric. You came multiple times. Of course, you liked it. You were so used to your partners leaving once they finished. Despite the effort to bed you, Fae males didn’t linger. Satoru wasn’t like them at all. He asked.

With a smile, you caressed his cheek. “I like it. It was nice. Incredibly so.” You bit your lip as he gave you a rakish grin before he turned to kiss your palm. “I’m glad…” Your thoughts trailed as his sclera cleared while the blues of his eyes kept glowing.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. “Glad that I fucked you so good?”

“Yeah, that’s part of it,” you confidently said, clearing your throat, “I’m glad that you didn’t go insane from my blood.” You traced along his jaw, marveling at how perfect his skin is. You wiped the singular drop of blood on his chin. “I heard vampires could go crazy on Fae blood.”

“Not me.” He kissed the tip of your nose, gripping you tighter. You could feel his strong heart. He must’ve noticed your attention because he guided your hand on his chest. “Do you like it?”

You couldn’t stop your nod. His heart was racing, quicker than yours. How was it beating? What a mystery. You leaned, dragging your nails down, leaving streaks on his pale skin. You kissed his chest, right where his heart was. You didn’t know why you did it.

Your senses were filling up with nothing but him. His scent. His heartbeat. His sweat. His heat. His fingers running through your hair. You wanted to keep him, but you could never. He wasn’t someone you could keep, when you were you.

“Don’t cry.” He wiped at your tears. “Stop crying,” he demanded. “You’re only allowed to cry when I fuck you.”

“I am…not…” The lie tasted foul. You almost recoiled but he hummed, his chest vibrating, a sense of calm wrapping you. “If I ask you to keep fucking me, will you?”

“Is that what you want?” He hummed again, obliging your change of topic. He pulled his still-hard dick from your pussy. You gasped as the loss of him, as his cum spilled out of you. He momentarily broke eye contact to look at the mess then his finger scooped hos cum, pushing it back into your pussy, plugging you up. “Aww, don’t waste it.” He pushed his fingers deeper. “You are such a slut, Fae.”

“And you are such a vampire,” you retorted.

“Don’t compare me to them, doll.”

Fair enough. It was clear how different he was to his kin. He was more than them. Just the taste of his energy proves his caliber. The truth was as clear as his eyes that will never turn red. You like it. Your heart never stopped aching. You should savor this brief time with him.

“Sure. Let’s fuck all night and the whole of tomorrow.”

His offer with a ridiculous timeline made you laugh. Excitement bloomed inside of your chest. You licked your lip. “That sounds good.”

He winked, brazenly licking the seam of your lips, kissing you deeply. He pulled his fingers, drawing a whimper from you. His cock pressed against your messy pussy. As he slipped in his cock, his fangs teased your lips.

You wrapped your arms around him.

All you could do was get lost in this pleasure.

You tried ignoring the odd lump in your throat, the stabbing claws sinking around your heart.

You tried.

And you failed.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

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