#female vampyr

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Zylfiel by mikonotai

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₄˖₈ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, cringey, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, vampire/human, unprotected sex, creampie, whiny vampire, overstimulation, spit kink, sloppy kisses, aphrodisiac, blood, dubcon, reader is lowkey at fault but not at the same time. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll this is so rushed, m'sorry-- i rlly just wanted to get this out, probably won't be as good as the others but enjoy.

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: home for winter break, you find yourself with the house to yourself, right?

꒰subby male!vampire ₊⊹ dom afab!reader꒱

 “ Thanks, Jaime, I’ll see you later. ” 

𝒜fter bidding farewell to your best friend, you stand there, gazing at the car as it swiftly disappears into the night. With your trusty suitcase in tow, you make your way up the dimly lit driveway, carefully sifting through your bag in search of the elusive house key. A sense of relief washed over you as your fingers finally closed around the icy touch of the silver key. Clutching it firmly, you navigate the treacherous icy surface, mindful of each step to avoid any slips or falls.

  Finally making it to the porch stairs, you exerted all your strength to hoist your suitcase up the steps, narrowly avoiding a couple of near-slips along the way. With a sigh of relief, you conquered the last stair, feeling a surge of triumph as you stepped onto the snow-free porch. With ease, you maneuvered your luggage towards the door, unfurling your hand to use the key. It takes a few attempts, but you eventually manage to insert it into the lock and turn the doorknob.

   As you enter the house, darkness envelopes you, with not a single light illuminating the space. However, the comforting warmth enveloping the space indicated that your mother had considerately left the heating on for your arrival. Leaving your suitcase by the entrance, you closed the door and secured it with a lock.

   As you flick the switch, the overhead ceiling light floods the living room with its warm glow, casting away the shadows that had shrouded the space. Eagerly, you venture further into the house, calling out for your siblings who were supposed to be there to welcome you home. However, the silence that greets you is deafening, and the absence of any movement from the game room basement or upstairs is disconcerting. 

   With a sigh, you kick off your shoes and settle down, making yourself comfortable in the unfamiliar solitude. Unlike your siblings, who seem to constantly rely on your mother's support without contributing much themselves, you have always been driven and focused on your education. Your hard work paid off, as you graduated high school with an impressive GPA and secured a spot in your dream college. Now, during winter break, you find yourself back in the comfort of your childhood home, enjoying a well-deserved respite from your academic endeavors.

 The urge to change overwhelms you, especially with the discomfort of your clothes clinging too tightly and irritating your skin. With each step towards the staircase, you flick on every light switch within reach, flooding the house with light. You silently prayed that none of your siblings had invaded your personal space while you were away, either napping or snacking. 

  The creaky ascent up the stairs quickened your heartbeat, the loud squeaks echoing through the otherwise quiet house. A sense of unease washed over you, unsure of who might be lurking around. Finally reaching the top, you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing your room to the left.

  Astonishingly, the room appears exactly as you had left it, save for a few garments strewn about, most likely belonging to your sister. Other than that, everything seems to be in order.  Closing the door behind you, you proceed to delve into your drawers, hastily extracting an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. 

  In a swift motion, you discard your jeans and let out a grunt as you struggle to remove the turtleneck that has somehow become entangled around your head. Finally freeing yourself from its clutches, you toss it aside with a frustrated huff, swiftly replacing it with the shorts and shirt you had chosen.

  A sudden pang of pain and the rumbling noise emanating from your stomach causes you to grimace, prompting you to clutch your abdomen tightly; evidently, you were famished. Your plans of drifting off to sleep were quickly dashed as you reached for your phone and descended the stairs. 

   Unsure of the fridge's contents, you toyed with the idea of ordering food through DoorDash. Fortunately, to your relief and your wallet's delight, a couple of chicken breasts and broccoli were found in the freezer. Taking the frozen items, you hesitated at the thought of waiting for them to thaw. Without delay, you knelt down and retrieved a silver mixing bowl from the nearest cabinet.

  You get up with a groan, muttering to yourself that you’re getting old. As you twist the faucet handle, you wait for the water to run hot, capable of scalding your skin upon contact. Placing a bowl beneath the gushing stream, you watch as it gradually fills up, before finally turning off the flow and submerging the chicken and broccoli within its liquid confines. Although it would require some time, it was certainly preferable to enduring hours of waiting for the ingredients to thaw. 

  Finding yourself in the living room, you idly scroll through the vast expanse of social media, feeling an overwhelming sense of boredom engulfing your very being. Your attention is not truly captivated by the screen of your phone; instead, your mind wanders aimlessly, causing your vision to blur as a whirlwind of thoughts race through the corridors of your consciousness. Your mind is practically blank, lost in a daze.

   A sudden sound from the basement catches your attention, causing your ears to twitch and tingle. You snap back to reality, leaping off the couch in a heartbeat. The recent reports of vampires breaching human borders and the rising death toll flood your mind.

 The Creatures of the Night, or maybe even Leeches, as they were sometimes referred to- didn't bother you all that much. They were just a tad different from the general population and usually didn't target humans— except for the rare cases highlighted in the news. You had never encountered one personally, but you weren't about to form an opinion based on how the media depicted them as monstrous beings.

 Before you know it, your internal monologue has whisked you away from the sounds in the basement, the thought completely vanishing from your mind. You slowly make your way back to the kitchen, dragging your feet with each step. To your surprise, the chicken is already thawed when you inspect it, bringing a smile to your face as you remove it from the now lukewarm water.

While you may not be a master chef, you can still whip up a decent bowl of cereal or a tasty peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The concept of cooking has always been a bit intimidating for you, but the Air Fryer in front of you is a game-changer. 

  You carefully line the inside with foil, place your seasoned chicken inside, add a dollop of butter, and close the lid before hitting start. As the chicken cooks, you decide to skip heating up your broccoli for now. A sudden chill makes you shiver, causing you to furrow your brows as the cool breeze brushes against your exposed legs.

A sudden blast of icy wind makes you shudder and you instinctively turn around in search of its source. Your heart skips a beat as you catch sight of the slightly ajar back door, allowing delicate flakes of snow to sneak their way inside the cozy home. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your racing thoughts, considering the possibility that your mischievous siblings might be behind this chilling surprise, as they often are. 

   You list off their names, telling them that you’re not in the mood for whatever game they’re playing, and then add that if they want something to eat, then come to the kitchen. However, to your dismay, there is no sign of movement or even a faint giggle, which sends a wave of unease coursing through your veins. The absence of their usual inability to keep quiet when plotting a prank fills you with a sense of foreboding.

As you stand there, your body tenses up, your muscles rigid and your palms sweaty. Reacting swiftly, you reach for a knife from the drawer, gripping it tightly until your knuckles ache. With cautious steps, you make your way towards the basement stairs, carefully descending the first four steps and finally reaching the landing where you promptly shut the door. 

  The frigid cold that once assaulted your skin is now left behind, but before you can proceed any further, an unsettling wetness seeps into your sock – warm and thick.  Instantly, you freeze in place, pressing yourself against the wall for support, and slowly lift your foot to investigate. A wave of revulsion washes over you as you discover a bloodstain on your lilac-colored sock. Overcome with disgust, you swiftly remove the tainted sock and discard it. 

As you descend the basement stairs, your eyes fixate on the blood trail that stretches all the way down, staining the carpeted flooring. A lump forms in your throat, causing you to swallow heavily, as you carefully navigate your way down, avoiding the blood. 

 The basement is not completely devoid of light, thanks to the LED lights left on by one of your siblings, but the crimson hue they emit adds an unsettling aura to the eerie atmosphere. The knife in your hand feels slippery, the perspiration on your palm evident against the black handle. Swiftly switching hands, you finally step onto the carpeted surface. In front of you lies a disheveled basement, with clothes strewn haphazardly and gaming consoles still powered on, emitting warm air.

 No one is there, you can’t see anyone. Your mind drifts away, causing your eyes to lose focus and your senses to become more acute. Suddenly, a sound breaks the silence - the sound of labored breathing and faint, barely audible whimpers. Your attention is immediately drawn to a dark object on the floor, which you had mistaken for a bean bag chair.

Against your better judgment, you begin to cautiously approach the injured person. They’re obviously injured, and badly so. Without even realizing it, you release your tight hold on your weapon. Slowly, you lower yourself onto the carpeted floor and start crawling towards them.

   The person appears disoriented, with their head swaying from side to side and their hand resting loosely on their injury. You carefully set your knife aside and move closer until you can hear their breathing clearly without any difficulty. Your hands automatically reach out towards their face, softly resting on their cheeks.

 As you carefully tilt their head upwards, you find yourself staring at a pair of wispy lashes, set in a devilishly attractive face with pale skin. The sight of fangs delicately touching his full bottom lip doesn't escape your notice. Fear is not your immediate reaction, though there's a hint of it lingering in the background, it doesn't overpower your growing fascination with the scene unfolding before you.

 With your left still hand resting on his cheek, your other hand moves down his body, and you suddenly gasp as you feel the presence of a large stake piercing through his stomach. How could you have missed such a significant detail earlier? Nevertheless, you choose not to dwell on it any further.

After careful consideration, it became evident that his current predicament could be attributed to a group known as the Hunters. These individuals, predominantly middle-aged men, harbored an irrational aversion towards coexisting with Vampires. Their actions were nothing short of despicable, as they embarked on a merciless killing spree, sparing no one, not even innocent children; they were sick bastards.

 Despite your firm pat on his cheek, he stays incoherent, lost in a world of pain, you're sure. Although filled with trepidation, you understand that it's necessary to remove the stake, it isn’t doing him any good to keep it inside. With a surge of determination, you grasp the wooden object and swiftly extract it, allowing it to drop onto the floor, quickly placing your free hand against his wound. Tenderly, you caress his cheek with your thumb, providing solace as he emits a loud groan and breathes heavily. "It's alright, shh."

The sensation of his blood gushing past your fingers sends a chilling shiver down your spine, as it saturates the carpet beneath you without any signs of slowing either. A momentary wave of panic washes over you, prompting you to swiftly retract your hand and grasp the knife nearby. Trembling with fear, you bring the blade up to your neck, carefully making a shallow incision, the slippery blade adding to your unease.

Despite the struggle, you manage to pull his body closer to yours, your right hand, stained with blood, finding the back of his head and guiding it towards the column of your neck. It takes a moment, but eventually, he stirs, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to taste the crimson liquid trickling down your shoulder. 

A shiver runs through your entire being, and you attempt to calm yourself. The warmth of his tongue against your skin is a soothing sensation as it leisurely glides over you, diligently lapping up the spilled blood. Your body tenses as his fangs graze your flesh before finally piercing it, yet surprisingly, there is no pain, only a mild discomfort that quickly dissipates.

You jolt when he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you closer to his body, his face nuzzled against your neck. You find yourself gripping his hair, fingers intertwined in his tresses. Time seems to stretch on endlessly as he continues to drink from you, leaving you feeling lightheaded. When you manage to break free from his hold, he surprisingly allows you to step back, though he keeps a firm grasp on your slumped body.

As you gaze at him you notice your blood adorns his lips like a peculiar shade of lipstick, and the sight of his tongue darting out to taste it causes the bite mark to throb, sending delightful tingles coursing through your entire body. Despite the gentleness with which he holds you, his verdant eyes are filled with unadulterated horror and fear. 

  You steal a quick glance at his wound, only to find that the bleeding has ceased completely, suggesting that the injury is already healing itself. Swiftly, he rises from the floor, effortlessly lifting you in his arms and laying you on the basement couch. 

Your body quivers and becomes drenched in sweat, gradually sinking into the softness of the couch. What kind of bizarre scenario is unfolding here? You want to reassure this stranger that you're okay, even though he almost drank you dry. Perhaps it's the genuine concern and remorse in his eyes, but as soon as you hear his voice, you find yourself forgiving him effortlessly. His voice is gentle, and sweet. As the LED lights gradually fade from your vision, so does the presence of the vampire intruder.

You awaken to find yourself disoriented, unsure of how much time has passed. As you regain some form of consciousness, you notice the vampire boy beside you, his green eyes bright and attentive. His cheeks and eyes are red from crying and rubbing the tears away, you notice. His lashes are wet as well, his lips pouty and his knees tucked underneath himself. The red glow of the LEDs cast an eerie light on the scene, illuminating his features as you turn to face him, watching as he perks up. 

   “ You’re awake! ” 

You remain silent, feeling the stiffness in your neck and the overwhelming urge to return to sleep. However, he prevents that from happening by placing his hand on your thigh, gently prodding you to wake up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes, questioning why you are so composed in such a strange scenario. As you reach up to touch your neck, you recoil at the two, very deep holes left in your skin. 

Blushing furiously, the vampire boy fidgeted with his fingers, his eyes avoiding direct contact with yours. "M'sorry, didn't mean to-- really." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. After a brief pause, he mustered the courage to meet your steady, stoic, and sleepy stare, his ears now tinged with a rosy hue. "I-I can make it go away if you want? My saliva has healing properties, b-but it's also, um--." The boy's voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words, too flustered to realize that you had tuned out his words completely.

Upon returning his attention to you, he offers yet another apology, his voice cute and soft. Feeling too weary to reply and not particularly inclined to elaborate on the injury to your loved ones, you emit a grunt of agreement towards his proposition. Although this turn of events was somewhat underwhelming compared to your initial expectations, you chose not to voice any grievances.

"My name is Elias, by the way," he reveals abruptly, his bottom lip finding refuge in his mouth as a sign of his nervousness. With wide green eyes, he hastily scans your face, his heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets his, seemingly uninterested. This lack of enthusiasm from you triggers a swarm of butterflies in his stomach, creating a whirlwind of emotions within him. You emit a soft hum and tilt your head slightly. He looks worried for a moment, but then, he leans in, resting his head in the curve of your neck, his warm tongue gliding smoothly across your skin like silk.

The sensation of your skin repairing itself is undeniably peculiar, and it's not something you'd willingly want to go through again. He pulls away slowly, swallowing nervously. "H-how do you feel?" Your eyes meet his, and a faint smile graces your lips, though it appears drowsy and unsteady, it still manages to make his cheeks blush. "I feel fine." The sound of your voice causes his breath to catch, it's both gentle and resolute, igniting a warmth that spreads through his chest.

A searing heat rises from underneath your skin, causing a scorching sensation to travel from your calves to your thighs, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows in response. The calmness that enveloped your heart mere moments ago is now replaced by a thunderous pounding, almost reaching a level of pain, within your ribcage.

Elias gazes anxiously as your skin becomes shiny with sweat, your lips parting to release warm, shallow breaths. Your face is flushed with warmth and a twitch starts in your eyebrows. The blonde sniffles and dabs at your forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, frowning softly. "M'sorry, I-I told you that this would happen." His tone carries a hint of accusation, but your sharp, unfocused stare prompts him to apologize softly. "Didn't want this to happen, sorry." You brush his hand from your face and let out a shuddering breath, your breast tender and achy. "Shh, you're so loud. What the hell is happening?"

The vampire with blonde hair appears momentarily perplexed, but then his attractive green eyes gradually widen, displaying a look of regret. "My saliva can heal people, but it also acts as a... s-stimulant," Elias swallows thickly as you sit up slowly, your shirt becoming sheer from the copious amount of sweat you're drenched in. ".. an aphrodisiac." 

"Why didn't you say anything?" You rasp, allowing your head to rest heavily on the couch cushions. Elias pouts, tears stinging his eyes. "I did! It's your fault for not listening!" Tilting your head, your face contorts with anger, causing Elias to tightly squeeze his thighs together. "Huh? My fault?" Your words taper off slowly before you let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

 Leaning in, you grasp his cheeks firmly, pulling him closer until your breaths intermingle, feeling a shiver run through you as he places his hands on your thighs for support, his cheeks flushed with color. "Regardless, you'll help me, won't you?"

Before he can question what you mean, he lets out a yelp when you pounce on him, lips pressing against his in haste. He lets out a soft whimper, gripping onto your shirt tightly, surrendering to your dominance. Elias savors the flavor of your kiss, finding it both sweet and familiar. You are completely in charge of this encounter, dominating him with your mouth effortlessly. Your tongue sliding against his own in a violent dance, your saliva is as sweet as your blood and pools down his cheeks. You are absolutely captivating.

With a gentle pull, you withdraw, your eyes hooded and your lips swollen, causing a flush to spread across his face. He lies there, surrendering to your touch, as your hands caress his body. A breathy, hiccuping moan escapes his lips when you firmly grasp him through his pants, while your mouth explores his neck, kissing and sucking on his pale skin. It seems effortless for you to mark him as your own.

"W-wait, you're not thinki-" In a moment of hesitation, he halts his words, captivated by the sight of you retreating, gracefully slipping the oversized shirt over your head— breast spilling out from the cotton. The vampire lies there, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his face adorned with a cute expression. Unable to resist, you lean down and kiss him silly again. You love the way he eagerly searches for your lips, moaning into your mouth and clenching his eyes shut. 

 Lost in the fog of your drugged state, you clumsily distance yourself from him, regaining your balance and enticingly sliding your shorts down your legs, with your panties obediently following suit. The vampire stares at you with pure awe in his eyes, begging for you to do something to him. 

By now, he’s slightly sat up, looking up at you with expecting eyes. You nonchalantly approach him, barely able to contain your laughter as he attempts to guide you onto his lap. You proceed until you reach his craned neck. You confidently straddle his face, sensually lowering your dripping cunt onto his parted lips. 

You run your fingers through his tousled blonde locks, gazing deeply into his eyes. With a condescending tilt of your head, you tighten your hold. "You'll behave for me, won't you? You can manage that, especially after what you did to me." Elias whimpers against your pussy at your accusation and nods eagerly with wide, teary eyes and flushed ears. Your pleased smile makes his cock throb within his pants and he instinctively squeezes his thighs together once more.

 The vampire eagerly laps at your pussy, moaning at how good you taste on his tongue, his free hand gliding up your legs to settle on your hips softly. He adores the way your fingers entwine in his hair, gripping tightly, as your hips sway and gyrate against his mouth. You’re using him like he’s a toy, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of causing him pain ( which you aren’t. ) 

 The intoxicating sound of your moans fills the air, a tantalizing melody that captivates him completely. They aren't high-pitched or forced, but a velvety resonance, deep and alluring. The occasional hitch in your breath and the graceful tilt of your head let him know that he’s doing good. 

As he takes your puffy clit into his mouth, a fang gently scrapes over your, the potent aphrodisiac intensifying the already heightened sensitivity. Elias whines as you cum, his mouth and chin drenched in your release. With quivering thighs you press against his tongue, grinding against it with increasing urgency, while a soft mewl escapes your lips, your pussy fluttering against his eager mouth. 

   With shaky legs you wiggle off of him, straddling his waist and claiming his lips in a sloppy kiss, groaning at the sweet, musky taste of your arousal on his tongue. Elias' cock throbs. It's thick and hard in his pants, and he needily rubs his bulge against your pulsating  cunt, with desperate whimpers.

He’s moaning at the sound of your voice, it's mocking and patronizing. He looks up at you through bleary, pussy drunk eyes, drooling over himself. You giggle at this and wipe it away with your thumb, smearing it across his lips. His tongue eagerly darts out to kitten lick your finger. “Such a good boy, d'you like eating my pussy?” The vampire is nodding fervently, cock twitching in his pants when you snicker, brushing your lips against his teasingly.  “I want to hear you say it, say you liked eating my pussy.”

He doesn't hold back, eager to please you. “I loved eating your pussy s'much. You taste s'good.” His cheeks flush at his explicit words, but the dark pleasure that resides in your eyes makes up for it. “Good job, was that so hard puppy?” Elias' cock jumps at the sound of your praise and he shakes his head, biting his lip, "Mhm mhn." He jolts, startled as you undo his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly.

Your eyes stay glued to his as you drool onto your hand, hand slipping down his boxers. He's stiff, pulsating in your warm, slick grasp. He's long and thick but you think nothing of it. Your hand moves deliberately, rolling down his shaft in a slow, fisting motion, his green eyes blurry and locked on yours. Your thumb caresses his sensitive tip, gathering the glistening droplets of precum and using it as lube. Elias whines and bucks his hips, eyebrows furrowing and chest heaving.

You grin at his fucked out face and speed up, focusing your hand on his sensitive, leaky tip. "Does it feel good?" He’s nodding quickly, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly, sucking shyly on your tongue. He almost cums in your hand when you pull away, tongue lolling out. 

With fervent kisses and fervid praises, you leave a trail of marks upon his body. His cock throbs with a delicious ache, his orgasm building slowly as you unknowingly edge him, tears prick his eyes as you swipe across his overly sensitive tip again. His moans are like symphonies, whining and begging for you to make him cum. 

 “ N-no more, I can’t, please, let me c-cum, please. I’ll do anything, just p-please.” His words stumble out, his hips jerking involuntarily. You pause for a second, then give in, planting a tender kiss on his lips. You press him down against the velvety carpet, positioning your sloppy pussy over his cock, and swaying your hips, sliding him through your swollen folds, his mushroom tip catching on your clenching hole. 

Smiling at his tortured face, you slowly sink onto his cock, your thighs shaking as he stretches you out in the most delicious way. Elias buries his face into the carpet, a deep groan leaving his lips. Your gummy, slick walls squeeze him in a vice grip, reluctantly yielding to his thickness. "Mmph--!! You're too tight, wait, s'too much." 

    Ignoring his prattling you bring your hands up to rest against his stomach, lifting from his cock before dropping back down to take the rest of him inside of you. An overwhelming tingling causes your pussy to flutter around him, your cheeks flushing and a whine escaping your lips. "You're so big...you feel s'good." You halfheartedly snicker when he twitches inside of you at the praise.

Without waiting, you start a bruising pace, bouncing on his cock and grinding your engorged clit into his pelvis. His cock bullies your cervix, his hot and slick precum coating your womb. He whimpers, hands gripping the fat of your hips, you look absolutely stunning. Your breasts sway temptingly in front of his face and he can't help but draw a stiffened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, careful of his fangs against your skin.

Your hips are moving quicker now, your moans getting louder as you shower him with sweet words and adorable nicknames, pushing him closer to the edge. When you stop right on his sensitive tip and grind, he’s seeing stars. He’s cumming hard and long, thick, copious amounts of cum flooding your womb in hot spurts. He unlatches from your nipple, his head gently thumping against the carpet softly and back arching, his hips bucking and griding deftly into your spongey nerves, your pussy creaming around him. "M-mhmn! Cumming, m'cumming!" He whimpers, grip tightening on your waist. 

Elias whines softly as you continue to bounce on his overly sensitive cock, his thick cum dripping onto his thighs. He tosses his head back and cries out, your cunt squeezing his member affectionately. “Such a good boy, you did so well.” The praise makes him flush and your lips slant over his in a kiss, your back bowing as your thighs shake, convulsing around him as you cum. You pull away, chest heaving. 

"Are y-." He pauses as your eyes flutter closed and you collapse against him. Catching his breath, he let himself lay there, holding you close, the aphrodisiac must’ve worn off. His eyes start to slip shut after a few minutes but he tenses when he hears footsteps from upstairs. 

"Honey! We're back!"

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Vampirella by Isaris-AI

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A Sacrifice-Vampire Au! Daemon Targaryen x Fem Reader

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem Reader

Content/Warning(s): Victorian Era, Smut, Dub/Non-Con, Predator/Prey, Forced Marriage and Bloodlust.

Summary: You are to be taken away by a man with which your father made a deal…

Author’s Notes: Dividers used are from @firefly-graphics

For as long as you can remember it seemed you had been born for something. You had been told at the young age of fourteen that you were betrothed to another, but they would not permit you with the answer of who. Your mother at times was loving and warm and other times she was distant; cold. It was a constant conflict with which a young child as your self was often faced with not understanding that your mother loved you truly, but she knew she would have to let you go one day and never see you again. Your eighteenth birthday had come and while you were happy to finally be a young lady of society your home seemed sad and withdrawn. They hardly even celebrated it much like other birthdays.

You found it strange when you were a small child. But soon it became the norm and you no longer questioned it. You had been wandering around the garden alone as usual and you were soon interrupted by your father. “My sweet child your mother and I need to speak with you.” He led you to a bench carved from stone engulfed with lush budding flowers. They sat at both sides of you and your mother held your hand. This was the most physical contact you had with her in years. It was peculiar to say the least and you wished to pull away but she held your hand firmly.

“Y/N…Darling… we wished to inform you that you will be married to your betrothed tonight…” the smiled you had fell into a face of confusion. You thought you had more time…in reality you had forgotten about your obligations. How and why would a child remember such things. “So soon..?” You questioned “But, I haven’t even had a chance to pack my things..or even get use to the idea..of never seeing you all again…why must it be so soon?”

Your mother was detached though tears streamed down her face she spoke in an ominous tone. “You won’t be needing your things…where you’re going dearest.” Was the man you were promised to an evil man; a beast you thought. Your mind raced with ideas and the closeness of your parents was becoming overwhelming. You began to hyperventilate, your chest heaving and you stood to your feet feeling lightheaded. You stumbled back running off to hide away within the room you spent your entire life in.

You needed to be here…in your safe haven hiding underneath your bed where you often hid when things became too much for you to handle. You stayed there hoping everyone would forget you even existed as it seemed they often did when you were a child, but as the night fell and the moon lit up the night sky a knock was heard tapping at your door. You handmaiden Elena called out to you. “ Dear-heart I need to get you ready for your wedding please let me in.”

Your sighed knowing it could not be helped so you stood to your feet and let her in. She bathed you and did your hair beautifully. Your dark tresses in spiraled ringlets of curls that flowed down your back. She pinned the hair that framed your face back and placed you in a blood red gown. “I will miss you Lady Y/N. I thought I would be coming with you. But, I guess the gentleman you are to marry wants his own staff taking care of you.”

She tried to be optimistic, but even she knew what your fate would be, but she hoped still. She took in the beauty that you were from your freckled skin to the way the red accented your pale tone. She wanted to remember you like this. She took your hand and nodded to you acknowledging that it was time and you nodded in return. She led you down to the family chapel and you saw him standing by the priest. You gasped causing him to look your way even though had noted your presence long before you had even arrived. His face stoic; cold but soft. His skin was so pale you could almost see through his skin. The blue of his veins peaking through. You were enamored by his beauty and the way he held his head high.

He was taken aback by your own beauty and held back his need to feel the warmth of your blood filling his every being when the beat of your heart quickened. He centered on your pulse watching and listening to the blood pump through your vein and he shuddered. His thoughts so sinfully debauched. You were not like the others that he could tell as you walked down the aisle. He could hear your thoughts you were beyond terrified but to everyone else you held your head like a Queen and walked down the aisle proudly. He was amused at how shocked you were that he was actually attractive and even chuckled slightly as that thought passed through your mind.

Clearing his throat he smiled to you as you stood before him in all your glory and immediately swooned. His eyes ran over your eyes,your lips,your body, and that dress. He wondered how the tint of blood staining your skin would look…unearthly. The way your chest fell with each breath only made him more impatient. Not only was he starving, but his manhood was hardened and constricted within his pants. He looked to the priest and the ceremony had begun.

He held his hands out to you and you winced almost falling back at how cold his skin felt against yours. It caught you by surprise, but you regained your composure. His eyes burned with something you could not make out, but the way he looked at you was…intense. Soon it was over and only with a few short goodbyes and a long yet silent carriage ride you were at his large estate seeing his..no your new home…dark and cold. It was intimidating to say the least. He walked in without out you causing you to run behind him quickly and frantically.

“Er…umm excuse me…but no one ever told me your name…” he stopped in his tracks. “Oh yes…” he chuckled to himself. “Normally I would’ve drained you dry by now.. and there would be no need for formalities…forgive me. I am Daemon Targaryen. Come, follow me.” You were confused but you felt inclined to follow him. Your thoughts were all jumbled that name sounded familiar had you read it in one of your history books? No it couldn’t be…the books she read were hundreds..maybe even thousands of years old…but his face…you’ve seen it before.

He took into his large study and poured you both a glass of wine. You slowly entered a bit apprehensive, but nonetheless what else could you do? “Can I ask you something, Sir?” He hummed and nodded to you as if to say go ahead. “Why was I promised to you? I’ve been asking that same question as long as I can remember and no one has ever been kind enough to give me an answer.” He smiled inside at how sweet you were. He was going to enjoy making you his little demon…corrupting every pure part of you.. He cleared his throat handing you a glass of wine. “Well…to put it plainly I am a vampire and every lord of this town is to find me a wife so that I may be happy and pleased. If I find my wife well that means I’ll spend less time killing them off..well that’s what they think and I indulge them because it is quite amusing really..”

He continued, “They did not tell you because normally my wives don’t last the first night of our honeymoon. I’m usually displeased and I drain them dry..” He was so a matter of fact and you were horrified that this was to be your fate, but you were in shock so you down your wine. He watched the red liquid run down your chin and neck and growled lowly hearing your pulse breakthrough all of his thought. “No need to worry…I think I like you…so I think I might keep you…”

“Keep me? I’m not a a fucking pet..” You were scared but you were also offended by his choice of words. “And a vampire…sir you cannot expect me to believe..” He cut you off and stepped closer. “So you were just thinking of my name and how familiar it sounded yes?” You gasped silently. “Mhm…I’ll confirm you have indeed read about me..darling. My family name is older than yours and I’ve been around for quite some time.”

The look of fear in your eyes set his already damned soul aflame. He wanted you and needed to taste the sweet warm essence of you on his tongue. He approached you further and you took a step back. He smiled the light glinting off the sharpness of his fangs and you could only look to the door wondering if you might be fast enough to evade him. You couldn’t but he loved the hunt. You sprinted down the hall and he gave you a head start.

You knew nothing of this confusing halls and corridors and he knew that but he loved watching you run around like a trapped rabbit. Frantic to find safety. He could hear you breathing and could feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh how beautiful it sounds…” he moaned in arousal thinking of the ways he was to take you while he would feed from you. You locked yourself inside of a room that seemed to be unused, white sheets covered most of the furniture inside it. You saw a glimpse of the moon peeking through a curtain and you went to see if it could be opened.

But you looked into the darkest corner of the room and saw a pair of glowing eyes watching you and a smile appeared. He had been there the whole time watching such a futile attempt. This was entertaining to him if he was being honest. He seemed to float to you his feet never touching the ground. He glided across the room gracefully, but quickly pressed you against the window with a loud thud and the rattling of the window pane. The moon draped your skin with its light and he was in awe. “You look like a goddess.” He spoke lovingly leaving soft kisses against your breasts that peeked from the top of your dress. You struggled with him feeling sparks fly with each kiss. The feeling unfamiliar but it caused a strange feeling in between your legs.

“Please…don’t hurt me..” Why did you have to say that? He thought. As depraved as it sounded that made him want you more. His hands quickly tore away at the skirts of your dress and loosened your corset with ease. The rapid heart beat coxed him to keep going he could not stop he needed you desperately. He had to have you and there was no stopping him now. You begged and it only made him more crazed, his rough unforgiving hands touched and grabbed you in places you didn’t even know could be touched.

He seemed so cool and calculated watching you giving in to his soft and yet rough kisses. The warm feel of your skin in his hands was glorious. His fangs grazed the skin of your neck and bit into you. You screamed and suddenly you were flooded with the aching feeling of pain and pleasure. You felt a wave of heat come over you and your slick began to flow between your legs dampening the skin betwixt your thighs. He smelled your arousal and let his thick fingers rub between your slick folds finding that sensitive ball of nerves toying with it mercilessly. “Y/N when I’m done with you…your going to beg for me to be inside you.” He whispered into your ear.

You tried not to let this feeling take over you but he pushed his two fingers inside of your aching core curling his fingers to find that sweet spot that would send you over the edge, but he was not sate your need just yet. He pulled his hard cock from his breeches and picked you up by your thighs pressed you against the window. Your ass feeling the cool glass against your hot skin. He prodded at the entrance of your cunt rubbing the head of his cock against your slick and clit.

You moaned softly and muttered as the pain of his cock slowly entering your aching heat made you cry out. “Oh Gods…” He groaned loudly digging his nails into your warm ample ass. He thrusted forward filling you completely and he felt you twitching around him. “I know…it’s a bit much for your first time…but I know you can take it.” You whimpered as his pounded into you holding you by the back of your neck. He bit into her neck again his eyes rolling at the taste of you filling his senses.

Your moans filled the room as well as the sound of flesh slapping against each other. He licked at the wounds he left behind. His bloodied lips crashing into yours. The metallic taste of your blood mixing with your saliva excited him more. His paced quickened and he knew you were almost there. He bit into his wrist letting his blood trickle into your mouth before pressing it on your lips “Drink..my love.” He moaned as you quickly began to suckle the high from his blood and the love you were making was sending you into a frenzy.

“That’s it…come undone…give yourself to me..” You were at the peak of your orgasm and your juices covered his cock instantly he spilled his seed inside you, stream after stream coating your walls. He pulled his wrist away pulling you in for a kiss before you collapsed in his arms. The transformation was to begin and it was to be a painful one and with dawn soon approaching he carried you to the casket that the both of you would now share. To welcome you into the life of the undead.

[ampvire]

my favourite genre of art is naked women doing horrific things

[kayakovicyoo]

Golden Breath (2008), Takato Yamamoto

[wisecrowfeather]

Devour me

[blackbeautybaby]

Hisssssssss