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soridwritierlovesculture · 1 year ago

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CONTENTS-one shot, childhood friends to lovers, vampire x human (both over 18yrs of age), smut, mentions of blood

Helena stilled, the door closing behind her.

“Tristan? What are you…how did you get up here?”

“…The window was open.”

“You climbed up that tree again,” she said with a sigh, “honestly what is wrong with you? You realize it’s very late now right? What if the guards mistook you for a prowler or something?”

Tristan chuckled as he stepped further in and she removed her cloak to reveal her simple white night dress. Her copper hair was damp from her bath still, and Helena swatted his hand away when he reached out to let one of her curls coil around his finger.

“This is inappropriate Tristan Deritor.”

“I agree.”

“Then leave.”

“You know something Helena,” Tristan said as he pulled her down to sit beside him on her bed, “even when we were kids, you always had, such an interesting smell.”

Helena gritted her teeth and swatted at him again, but this time Tristan caught her by the wrist. His eyes gleamed red as he pressed the inside of her wrist to his lips, and when he took a deep breath Helena felt a chill run through her as a choked grunt sounded from his throat.

“You said you’d never drink.”

“No, I said I’d never lose myself in the drink. Both, however, seem to be quite impossible now.”

“At least tell me why.”

“Because I crave you more than anyone I’ve known, more than ever before. I dream of your copper hair and forest eyes, of the light dusting of specks all over your skin, of how warm you feel next to me. I wonder about your tenaciousness, your cutting and glib remarks, your thirst for adventure and romance, your fascination with things you could never hope to understand. And I thirst. I’ve been so terribly thirsty for so long, I can feel my blood burning within me, and it’s all for you.”

Tristan bit into the space on her wrist he’d kissed and wrapped an arm around her waist when she jolted to hold her in place. Helena whimpered as he drank from her, a trickle of blood escaping his lips and lazily rolling down her arm, and Tristan stopped sucking her wound to lick it up, dragging his tongue up it’s trail before licking over where his fangs had punctured her flesh. Helena tore her wrist from him and slapped him, hard, and Tristan let his head roll back before gazing down at her. That taste…he’d had it once, by accident, when they were young. She’d scrapped herself climbing through a rosebush while playing, and he’d ‘kissed them better’ for her while she held back tears and pulled the thorns from her arms.

“Your blood is of the finest quality, Helena Faizre, and your scent a beacon to those most unworthy of it.”

“I always told you to ask.”

Tristan stiffened as angry tears welled in the corner of her eyes.

“What?”

“I always said, ask and if I’m ready, I’ll help you get whatever you wanted. We’ve been friends forever, and you couldn’t just ask for a vial or something? You had to break into my room in the middle of the night on the eve of my late fathers funeral?”

“A vial,” Tristan said, his voice thick as it rumbled from his chest, “would not have been enough. I have wanted to consume you, all of you, for years. I thought if I did though, I’d make a mistake, one that would cost me you, and your father… Teacher has been my sobering rock since forever. I don’t have him anymore, but I do have you. And I want to do what I never could before, and keep you under my skin. Will you give me you if I but ask, Helena?”

“…For tonight.”

“…Helena.”

“You may have me for tonight, and then you will go away. Go away and stay out of my sight, until I feel like I can be near you again.”

Tristan almost said no. He almost apologized for his selfishness and left her then and there, he almost did the right thing. But then he swallowed, and the taste of her on his tongue was a vice on his mind.

“Yes,” he said, and Helena gasped as he pushed her back, climbed stop her, and ripped the top of her night dress in one fell swoop. The topmost buttons scattered as they popped clean off, and Tristan buried me hand in her hair and the other between her legs as he pulled her head to the side to expose her throat and bit down hard. The sound she made when his finger rubbed her entrance through her undergarments as he drank, the way her thighs tightened around him when he pressed his hips in and tugged on her hair, the warmth of her pussy on his fingers and hands on his arms and blood in his throat.

“Tristan,” she breathed out, and the groan from his throat was tortured and hungry. She felt so good, TASTED so, so good, and he released her neck to kiss her lips as he pushed her undergarments out of the way and slid a finger inside, swallowing the moan she let out and letting his fangs break the skin of her lip to drink from there too. It was warm and wet inside her, and so small for a moment he thought his finger would be squeezed off, and then he began moving it slowly, in and out, curling it slightly to find that sweet secret spot within her, and when he pressed it she buckled under him, her eyes wide breath short as she clamped a hand over her mouth to just barely stop the cry that welled up in her throat.

“Do it again, Helena. Let me see it one more time while I taste you.”

“Tristan. What-“

Helena swore she couldn’t breath as he moved down suddenly, his finger still inside her, and she whimpered when he slid another finger in slowly and bit the inside of her thigh. The sensation was maddening, but oh how she would cry if he stopped now. She could feel herself stretching over his fingers as they slowly picked up speed, and his breath on pussy as he drank from her was hot and unsteady. When he let go she hoped he wasn’t done, then regretted it when he spread her farther open and licked up the seam of her lower lips. There was a jolt, then Helena’s breath caught again as his tongue circled the bud under the top of seam, the one she’d toyed with on occasion but never had it felt like this. Her eyes rolled, her hips jutted against his face, and Tristan pushed another inside her, the stretch and onslaught of his tongue becoming unbearable. She knew not how she sounded, for her hearing seemed to have dulled considerably as the rising shock in her body took over her senses, and when he stopped licking her to press his thumb first in his mouth and then on the bud itself, Helena felt tears slip from her eyes as his fingers and thumb seemed to be pushing her farther than she thought possible. Tristan had moved back up her body this time to bite her tongue as it hung from her mouth, and when he kissed her again Helena cried out as something exploded with her, his fingers still pumping inside as she flailed amd jerked about under him. There were stars and spots in her vision, her body trembled and her skin was on fire, but she’d never felt more alive.

Tristan had kept one eye on the mirror not far from the bed to watch her climax, and he grunted and moaned as he felt her come apart, saw how her body moved, tasted the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her blood. Pulling his fingers out slowly as her body crumbled into the bed, still splayed it under him, Tristan brought them to his lips and sucked her juices off them, watching her breath settle and her nipples half relax. She was so soft, so warm, so wet… he brushed his fingertips over one of his bites and smirked when he felt her twitch.

“Are you greedy now, Helena? Do you now thirst for me as I do you? Greedy little Birdy, what should we do with you?

Her eyes weren’t quite focused but she did let out a breathy little chuckle, and Tristan was thirsty all over again.

“Birdy…you haven’t…called me that … in a long time.”

“No I haven’t. It felt wrong once I realized my feelings and thoughts had changed.”

“Mine… too.”

Tristan stilled, his eyes focused on a drop of blood that welled up on her lip.

“What?”

“I’ve wanted…you too. It…was wrong…but I wanted more.”

“Helena-“

“Give me more,” she said then, reaching out to him as he sat on his haunches between her legs. Her copper hair was a luscious curled stain on the sheets, her eyes were hooded and hungry, her breasts were swollen with need and her skin still had a light sheen from her sweat. She moved her hips again, just a little, and the heat of her pussy pressed against his hard on, the fabric of their clothes barely containing their arousal.

“Give your little Birdy more. I want to sing for you.”

Something snapped inside him, and Tristan stripped immediately and then tore the rest of her night dress in half, her undergarments along with them. Lifting her up so that she was straddling him, he held her as he used the cum leaking from his hard on to moisten himself as he kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck, her jaw.

“Tristen.”

“Sshh Birdy, just a little more.”

Tristan felt her grip his hair and tug, and when he put his head back she kissed him, deeply, the moan on her lips coming from deep in her chest. He moved her over his cock and teased her pussy with the head of his cock, pushing in not too far and letting it pop back out. She whined each time, the kiss turning desperate, and when she nipped his lips Tristan laughed and pushed in more, slowly, gritting his teeth as he did because fuck she was so tight. He needed to focus, to make sure she didn’t hurt too much, but she was so hot on his cock and in his hands and the thirst was worse somehow now, and so Tristan broke the kiss to simultaneously bite into her breast and push her down fully onto him. He clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the yelp she let out as he bit harder into her breast to control his own sound, and for the smallest moment they were simply there, her pained but full, him agonized but ecstatic. Then Tristan moved her legs around so she had a better sitting position and Helena hugged around his shoulders as he released her breast to drink from another part of her neck, and then he began to move. Helena felt lightheaded somehow and at first there was a burn inside from when he’d pushed all the way inside her, but now she just felt bliss. He was so deep inside her, deeper than she’d thought possible, and she could swear her hair was tingling with each long, slow thrust. His hands roamed her back, traveling to get lost in her hair, to glide up and down her spine and circle the small of her back, to squeeze and spread the cheeks of her ass, and that building shock from when he’d toyed with her resurfaced the longer they went.

Tristan savored each thrust as he drank, growing delirious on the high but trying so hard to keep his attention on her. He thought if he died buried inside her it would be without regrets, and he wanted to memorize every thing about each second as he moved. He wanted to be deeper, to permiate her very being, to own it, to hold it forever, so he could feel this for eternity. Take it, a little voice inside him said, and Tristen moved them so that she was on her stomach and he was behind her, half laying on her back as he bit into the back of her neck. His pace quickened as he buried his cock inside her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass, her blood coating his throat and spilling from his mouth, and when they climaxed together they both cried out and collapsed, Tristan letting himself drain into her as they both twitched and moaned from the ecstasy they’d shared. When he did pull himself from her, Tristan watched the blood from her ruined purity mix with his seed a moment before using a clean bit of the sheets to wipe her up, and the two of them curled up into each other and slept.

In the morning, when Helena awoke naked and alone, she looked out her open window just as a bird flew in with a paper tied to itself.

It read, ‘I will always be near you, Birdy. I refuse to be anywhere else.”

#vampire #smut #childhood friends to lovers #medeival #tw blood #oneshot

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soridwritierlovesculture · 1 year ago

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CONTENTS- one shot, younger sister x older brothers best friend (both over 18yrs of age), smut, swearing\vulgar language, mentions of SA, mentions of alcohol

Anora stumbled as Alex pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door. He gripped her by the hair and pulled her over to the toilet, and when he shoved his fingers into her mouth Anora bit down, hard, glaring at him as he hissed and tightened his grip.

“You need to puke, now.”

“Wuck ooh a-ol!”

“You’re usually smarter than this, since when do you just let someone get your drinks? That dipshit you were talking to and the guy he was with? Last time he was around here, some girls were found beat up in a motel the next day, and one of them was seen leaving a planned parenthood a month later. No reports that anyone knows of, but you can put two and two together.”

Anora froze, then snarled as he pushed his fingers deeper before choking and bending over the toilet as what little she’d eaten came up. Alex still had his grip on her hair, and when she was done he pulled her up and turned her to the sink, finally letting go when she turned on the water. Rinsing her mouth out, Anora glared at him through the mirror before turning to slap him, hard, her wet hand leaving a red print around his beard almost immediately, and he met her eyes with a glare of his own.

“You’re a pain the ass you know that?”

“Then leave me the fuck already!”

“I would if you’d use the brain we both you have and quit making my life difficult.”

“I’m not the one who’s so emotionally stunted he turns into a caveman when his best and only friend goes away.”

“No, you’re just the liar who’d rather pretend that everything is going exactly as planned than face the reality of the consequences your actions have.”

“Yes I’m a liar fine, but you haven’t exactly been a saint yourself Alex. Does Ashley know you’ve been watching your besties little sister less than subtly rather than doing your part for the wedding, because as your fiance that’s certainly something she should know.”

“Ashley and I called off the engagement months ago,” Alex said, stepping into her as she backed into the sink, “and that doesn’t absolve you of all the silly shit you’ve been doing. You lied to Dick about work, you lied to your mom and friends about your piece of shit ex, you lied to ex about me, and you’ve lied to me about everything. I had to find out from Rachel fucking Furman about tonight, and that’s only because she still wants to fuck me to fuck with you.”

“Go and fuck her then. You couldn’t keep up with me anyway, so go fuck her or Ashley or whoever else you want, and let me live.”

“Can’t fuck who I want. She’s my best friends baby sister and I can’t stand liars.”

Anora blinked at him, then scoffed and pushed him back, leaving the bathroom to go to her room. Alex followed her, closing the door behind him, and Anora took of her heels as she smirked at him.

“So let me get this straight. Since Dick left, when you insulated me, insulted my friends, badgered me about Ethan and that whole situation, came to my job and nearly got me fired, followed me to and from my classes and work, fucked your fiance… sorry ex fiance apparently, in front of me and then berated me for it, and then just now dragged me away from a stress relieving activity to then force your fingers down my throat, all of that was because you wanted to fuck me? Are you stupid? You realize the whole ‘ he bullies you because he likes you’ thing is both juvenile and toxic yes?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? When did this even happen, we’ve known each other for years and all of a sudden you’re interested? What, do you have some forbidden fruit kink or something?”

“You really think this is happening just because you’re Dicks sister? Besides, we both know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, maybe just as long.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about you,” Anora said, but her heart was racing. He knew? All this time, he knew about her stupid crush and did nothing? That made this even more ridiculous. Alex strode over to her and held her waist, pulling her into him, and Anora glared up at him as he smirked down at her.

“You’re still lying.”

“And you’re still an asshole. Let go of me.”

“Not a chance. I want you to admit what you did tonight was stupid and reckless.”

“Fuck you. I’m not sleeping with you just because you’re bored and horny and I’m the only person around. That’s the only reason you really want to fuck me right?”

“Not even close.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Only you.”

“Tell you what. Let’s both tell one truth, and then you get the hell out of my room.”

“You couldn’t keep up with me.”

“Try me.”

Alex pushed her back then, and Anora gritted her teeth as he went over her and pressed his leg between hers, her skirt coming up as he ground his knee against her pussy. Pulling her hands above her head , Alex then held both in one hand while he pressed down on her stomach with the other, and when she bit her lip to keep the sound building in her throat down, he smirked down at her before leaning to whisper into her ear.

“I have this fantasy where after I fuck you six ways to Sunday and back, I wake up with my cock still buried inside you. I’ll watch you wonder why you feel so warm, and when you move your hips to milk me dry, I pin you down and kiss that pretty neck of yours when you realize you’ve been caught and lie again, saying ‘I’m not into this’ or ‘it means nothing’. I’ll say, ‘look at my pretty girl, stuffed with cum and still so hungry,’ and your filthy fucking mouth will open up for me when I put my fingers down your throat again, just for fun. I’ll get to push deeper into you and listen to every sound that limp dick Ethan could never fuck out of you, and when you come I’ll say, ‘there’s my naughty little liar’, and you’ll lie again. You’ll say you’re not mine or that he did it better, but I’ll know. I know every time you lie because you bite that lip and tap your fingers when you do, and I’ll be so deep inside you I’ll feel your heartbeat through your pussy and fuck you again, and again, and again. I’ll fuck the lies right out of that mouth, and you’ll never tell me another one because you’ll be too busy gulping around my dick when I empty it in this pretty throat of yours. And the reason all that’s gonna stay a fantasy, the real honest to God truth why I don’t rip off this skirt and finally taste you, is because even though I want you so much I lose my mind a little more every day, your brothers my best friend, my family, and I’d rather have only one of you in my life than lose both of you.”

Alex let go of her then, his body tense and breath heavy, and Anora swallowed as she shook from the sudden loss of heat. She could see the hard on through his jeans, and she watched as he flexed his hands before balling them into fists at his sides, his eyes on her tits as she fought to steady her breath. The whole time he’d spoke, she could swore she could feel every moment. She could feel his warm, his touch, how heavy he’d be on her body, how hard he would move inside her, how his hands would move across her burning skin, how his breath would feel on her body.

“Well,” Alex said, his voice tight as he glared down at her, “your turn Terror. Tell me one truth, the whole truth, and I’ll walk out of here right now.”

“…I want you to. I’ve wanted you to do that and more for years, and I hate it. I hate that I want you. I hate where you stand in my life. I hate you for always being there and knowing it means nothing. I decided to move on, but you always being around makes it hard. So I bury it. I bury it with work and sex and lies, and I’ve made myself get used to not having you, because I know you never could be mine. I know I’m a liar, and I’ll lie every day to keep the truth buried so deep I forget it’s even there. I want you, but I also hate you. And I think that little fantasy of yours would be the best and worst thing to happen to us.”

They looked at each other in silence for what felt like forever, and then Alex took a deep breath, and walked away, leaving Anora alone in the darkness of her room.

#brothers best friend #smut #oneshot #younger sister

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