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⚰️ Ethan X reader

NSFW🔥 content warning;MURDER & HOMOPHOBIC SLURS - filthy depraved bloodstained supernatural fucking

° Ethan Torchio & female reader insert

° Ethan is forced to turn his firstlove into a vampire, teaching her what it takes to live as a bloodsucking demon

wordcount: 7,615

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° anonrequest right after mammamia came out to murder us all:Okay but can I ask for a smutastic blurb or fic where Ethan gives THAT look as in MammaMia where he drinks and walks away, that look is SO FUCKIN HOT like imagine the shit going on in his head when he spots his prey in the crowd [ask & it shall be given-- requests are open!]

Being turned into a vampire was agony. You were realising (potentially, a bit too late) that this was why Ethan had spent so long avoiding giving you the gift of immortality. He had been an undead blood-sucker for more than a decade and in that time, he had built up a lot of reasons for why this wasn’t a life for you.

But all of those reasons had become redundant when your life was threatened - a vengeful witch leaving you with a mortal wound. Your first love had been presented with the choice of watching you die, or turning you into a creature of the night.

You had held his familiar body close as he broke your skin with his fangs for the first time. Death was a necessary step in this process, before his blood could revive you into this new afterlife. You had laid in his arms, feeling him drawing all of the hot blood out of you - with an unwavering precision, despite the tears that wet his cheeks. The fear was there, but mostly you had trusted him - with all of the strength that you still had, you had fought back against the notion that this was the end.

Dying had been painful, but this process was far worse. It was longer, so many days spent coming in-and-out of consciousness as your body was riddled with the most intense growing pains. It was an ache that never eased, a hurt that ran deeper than anything else you had ever known.

On the second day - Ethan had put you in a coffin, promising this would help the transition. And it did, it had quickly blocked everything else out, allowing you to sleep deeper and for longer.

It was always a dreamless slumber as you disconnected from everything, completely oblivious to what was going on all around you. You had been moved across borders, passing through European countries that you had never seen before. He, and his three closest companions, had been rushing you back to Rome. They drove without taking any breaks, returning to the vampire who had turned all four of them - their only master.

Not only would Helena know if you needed any extra help. But she needed to know of the witch’s attack - it had been a message for her, after all. An ancient grudge carried on between the two women.

And you were just a casualty, you had merely gotten in the way.

But Ethan refused for your life to end in this way, refused for your death to mean nothing, refused any removal of your significance.

He had always been like that - when you felt like the most invisible girl in the whole school, he had been the one who saw you. He had seen something in you, something that took you years to find for yourself. He wasn’t just the first boy you had ever loved, he was also the first person who had made you feel loved.

When he had opened the silk-lined coffin on that, the seventh night since feeding you his bewitched blood, he looked like the saviour you had always needed him to be.

But it was more than that. You looked at him, in the candlelight, and he was even more beautiful than any of your memories had allowed you to recall.

Your pain was gone, maybe you had come out the other side of this body trauma. You actually smiled, a feat that you had anticipated being beyond your capabilities for a while longer.

The relief had immediately taken over his face and he was soon smiling as well. He reached in, caressing your cheek. “How are you, amore? I wasn’t expecting to find you awake.”

You felt a different ache coming into your body now, your heart pounded with longing. “Surprise. I feel like I get why zombies communicate strictly by groaning.”

“But you’re not a zombie, you’re a vampire- much sexier.” He said, winking.

“You’re tellin’ me…”

“Hm?”

You cleared your throat, trying to concentrate on something more than his handsome face. “Are we safe?”

“Yes darling, we made it to Helena’s and she runs this place like a fortress.”

“The others?”

“Yes, yes, we’re all in one piece and the others are helping Helena figure out how to put that rotted bitch back in her place.” He said, running his hand over your forehead. “It’s all gonna be fine and it’s all not for you to worry about, please. We need to concentrate on getting you back to healthy- well, your new version of healthy, that is.”

“What’s the next step?”

His eyes scanned all over your face, reading every feature. “Are you sure you wanna talk about that now? It’s three in the morning, we can just go to sleep. I’ll even let you be little spoon.”

You put a hand to the edge of the coffin, still unsure if you had enough strength to get out yet. But you were sure that you couldn’t stand to go back to sleep - currently, all that you could see were things worth staying awake for. “Do you know that expression- I’ll sleep when I’m dead? Well, I’ve just done enough sleeping to cover that death. I’m not saying that I’m gonna go out and bench press a semi truck or anything. But could we maybe discuss an exception to my bedtime?”

He smiled and you didn’t think you had ever wanted to kiss anyone more. “Sure thing, baby.” He caressed your cheek again, his hand seeming to linger longer this time. “But you already know what the next step is- if you want any hope of having enough strength to survive in this new realm, you have to drink from your maker again.”

You nodded, holding onto the wooden box a bit tighter. “Right, to seal the deal, to create the eternal bond that I need to thrive and have a hardier body to get me through being a vamp. I did already know- but I just wanted to bring it into the conversation.”

“Hm, I wonder why that is.” He said, pausing to lick his lips. “Could it be because you’re feeling those hunger pains- and not just here…” He pointed at your stomach, then to your heart. “But also here and in here?” He pointed to your forehead.

You nodded, keeping to yourself that he had missed potentially the most important spot. Your cunt.

“Or is it because you’re feeling those new fangs and you wanna know what they can do? You wanna know what it feels like to bite into someone’s neck, you wanna know what it’s really like to be a vamp.”

“I, yes- wait, huh? Whose neck am I biting into, yours?”

“Yeah.” He said and flicked his long hair out of the way, your eyes greedily taking in the sight of the side of his neck. You had kissed on that pulse point countless times, the smooth skin on his neck had always enticed you. But to puncture through the flesh - were you capable of that?

“Well we can’t forge our eternal bond just by doing our secret handshake.” He said. “Trust me, I asked. Besides, I thought you might be interested in a little payback, hm? You munch on my neck, just like I munched on yours.”

Your mind was racing and you had begun to feel wholly uncomfortable in the casket. It was a claustrophobia that you hadn’t been plagued with before. But now your legs were twitching.

“If you’re game, that is…”

You sat up, feeling only a minor head rush. He was watching you with that look of concern - the look you were somewhat accustomed to, after seeing it so often as he came in-and-out of your life. It wasn’t how he had looked at you when you were just two clueless teenagers.

It was a look that had come into his repertoire since the turning, since he had started existing in a world different to yours. It was a look that said you couldn’t even imagine the terror he was regularly witnessing. He knew how evil the world could truly be and he had to protect you, had to provide you with the safety to carry on living your life caring about things like managing a restaurant.

It was the look that told you of how he had come to view you - as fragile as a porcelain doll. And that had served its purpose. It had even been flattering to feel like something worth protecting.

But you wanted to prove to him that this simply wasn’t the case anymore. You could be his equal, you could handle him.

You put your hand up to his cheek and leant in, your nose brushing against his before your lips met. You slid your hand into his soft hair as you heard him draw in a sharp inhale. His arms encircled your waist and you felt your body warmed by his. Perfectly in time with one another - you tilted to the left and he did too, the kiss deepening. It was waking you up and sending tingles through your body.

You couldn’t contain a moan when your bottom lip slid into his mouth, being massaged by his lips. You were sinking into this rhythm, feeling your heartbeat increasing. Your hand went to the front of his shirt, curling your hand into a determined fist. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, running it along the roof of his mouth before pulling back.

You were out of breath. “Let’s get even, okay? Teach me how to bite, teach me how to drink- just like you taught me everything else. Come in this coffin with me. I wanna be awake, I wanna be with you and bonded to you. I’ve always seen you as my forever.”

“You're the only forever that I’ve ever wanted.”

You smiled and threw your arms around him, bringing his body to yours. You kissed him as you returned your body to the secure embrace of the casket.

There were some bashful giggles as he climbed into the narrow space, finding the least awkward way to lie with you. This wasn’t the smallest space you had ever squeezed into with him - there had been that time when the only privacy could be found in an empty bathtub, there had also been a time in a photobooth and more than once, the backseat of a car had sufficed. You didn’t think the coffin could claim the title of being the strangest spot he’d fucked you in. That title still belonged to a backyard trampoline, closely followed by the stairwell in the building of the first apartment you had shared.

Those had been the days of unbelievable lust, both of you becoming addicted to the highs you could gain from one another. You had been certain that no one would be able to captivate you to this same degree.

And that had been proven correct. The men that shared your bed in Ethan’s absence would maybe be able to show you a new move. But none of them had ever been able to unlock that primal need in you.

Ethan was the one to unleash you, the time in between collisions only adding to the fevered anticipation. Each time was filled with the excitement that you’d experienced at losing your virginity to one another. Swarms of butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the prospect of rediscovery, elevated to an unreal sphere now that you were changed.

His hands made quick work of pushing the dress up off of your body. You were able to pull the tank top off of him, but gave up after only undoing the fly of his jeans.

His lips were returned to yours and you could feel the hunger in his movements. It was something you didn’t shy away from, it was a relief to not have to hold back.

You had been drifting between two worlds for seven days, lost in the darkness. Your hands gripped his back as you yearned for him to make you feel real again. He was the only one that could bring you back to life.

He had worked your legs apart and you moaned out his name, feeling his erection pressing against your body, promising so much more. You eased one of your legs around his waist, providing him with greater access to your pussy.

You could hear his ragged breathing at your ear as his wet tip drew closer to pushing into you. Your arms ached from how tightly you were holding him as you lifted your ass from the cushioned bottom of the coffin. You took it upon yourself to take him into you, your cunt stretching as you opened up to his entire length.

He kissed you in the same moment that your hips were brought together. You moaned into his mouth as you let this sensation drown you - this sensation of the deepest connection, your bodies bonded in a way that you could enjoy for the rest of eternity.

“You can’t hurt me.” He muttered, at first only rousing confusion in you. “You can’t kill me, not in this way, at least…” You heard the rattle as the string of pearls was loosened from around his neck, discarded. “You can’t drink too much, I’m yours for as much as you desire.”

You licked your lips as he picked up one of your hands, his fingers wrapping around your index and middle fingers. He placed your fingers at his throat, just beneath his strong jaw. You felt the throbbing of his pulse against your fingertips and you didn’t require any further explanation.

“I’m yours amore.” He said as you replaced your fingers with your lips.

You sucked some of his flesh into your mouth, feeling his lust throbbing inside of you. You worked over the skin between your lips, as you had when applying hickeys in the past. You grazed your teeth over this area, letting him feel the extended canines without sinking them in yet. You enjoyed the process of warming the soft skin, especially when you felt him writhing against you.

You opened your mouth, running your tongue along your area of focus before letting your fangs rest against him. The rhythmic beating against your lips told you that you were still in the right spot.

You tensed your jaw and pushed through the initial resistance, until you had punctured his skin. Once the surface was broken, you were able to sink in - like softened, room temperature gelato. The penetration continued and you were able to find a comfortable way to hold your mouth.

Your name fell from his lips as he filled more of your pussy. His body pressed into you and you felt his hot blood sliding over your tastebuds.

It tasted incredible, much better this time. You created a seal of suction around his new wound, drawing out more of his blood until it was filling your mouth - the thick liquid was the only thing you could taste.

The overwhelming sweetness inspired a new energy into you and you rocked your hips up into him, matching each of his thrusts. Above you, he failed to catch his breath, moaning and quivering as he determinedly kept at this promising rhythm. You could feel the friction building, all of these sensations combining into an intoxicating harmony.

He swore as he worked you into a faster pace and you felt yourself clenching harder around him, the desperation was ready to take over. He stroked so deep within you, his dick rubbing at your g-spot.

“Good girl.” He whispered and the way his fingers lightly brushed against the back of your neck fired off a series of sparks throughout your body. “Drink all of it, yes- all of me.”

You gulped audibly and your throat was coated with his blood. Your stomach growled - yet to be satisfied after so long without eating in any shape or form.

A few gulps later, your head fell back, your jaw becoming slack as you began to dissolve into a series of breathy moans. You laid your head down and put your attention into keeping up with his quickening tempo.

All around your mouth was sticky, but he kissed you again, unaffected - potentially enjoying how his blood tasted coming off of your lips.

“I’m gonna love you forever.” He said.

You smiled weakly, before a loud sob ripped free from your throat as you were surprised by a powerful twitch that rocked so many of your muscles. “Good, ‘cause I’m guh- gonna love you fu- forever.”

He put his forehead against yours, adding one word before capturing your lips with his. “Forever.”

This wasn’t a new sentiment shared between the two of you. But it did carry a new intensity - one that made your heart skip over a few beats.

Now it was a guarantee, all of those people who had warned you to not get too attached because it was just puppy love (which never lasted), you were going to prove them wrong.

At the age of twenty-nine, you were too old to be swept up by something so fleeting and shallow.

The pleasure flooded through you, overtaking you and sending you into even greater tremors. Your whole body was consumed by his love, moving in perfect time to his guidance.

“Unn… unf- aah.” You whined, your back arching as you clung to him through all of the shuddering bucks. “Oh, guh- God, Ethan…”

“You gonna come for me baby, hm?” His voice shook and you could feel the spreading of his hot cum inside of you.

His hands left your body, relocating to grip the lip of the casket. This provided him with greater mobility and he was soon thrusting into you with even more power. You were lost to the friction these longer pumps were creating, his shaft bumping against your clit with each stroke.

“Oh baby, yes, yes.” He groaned as he erratically spasmed into you.

One last thrust delivered him into his orgasm and you felt more of his wetness spilling upon you. Your pussy clenched, emptied too early. You continued to feel the excited tingles but they were levelling out, stopping short of getting you to that required release.

You worked your way to your orgasm, jerkily running your pussy along his length, stimulating your clit as best you could. You grasped his neck, applying some exhausted kisses to his bleeding neck.

“Please, Ethan…” You pleaded.

He shivered into repositioning, his arms resting on the cushioned silk to either side of your head. He pushed down into you, hips grinding as he allowed you to feel more of his cock. “You wanna come for me, baby? Hm, are you gonna come all over my cock?”

“Yes, baby, please.” You panted, kissing his throat and coating your lips with his blood again. “Please.”

He recovered enough energy to snap his hips into yours, making you feel a tightening in your gut. You were dripping as your body lit up with titillating sparks. You tilted your hips, your clitoris throbbing against him, aching for release.

You reached your peak with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the frantic spasming until you were collapsing onto the bottom of the coffin. His body was heavy on yours as the sound of shallow, quick breaths filled the room. You put your arms around him, placing some kisses onto his hot skin and enjoying the way your aftershocks were playing out.

You were smiling when you felt his fingers stroking through your hair. You pecked him on the lips - all of your earlier pain and the fear of dying were forgotten, now all that you could feel was his love, the only thing that you had to know from now until the end of time.

“Forever.” You said, caressing his cheek.

You could see that he was smiling too. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You quickly responded, kissing him again. “Do you think I’ll be a good vampire?”

“Stick with me, kid. I’ll make you the best.”

--- --- ---

The two of you had stayed behind in Rome - Ethan wanted to lie low with you, while you were still adjusting to these monumental changes in your body.

Helena took the other three members of Måneskin back to England - she had other underlings she could call upon if it seemed she would need help in going after the murderous witch.

This was your first time leaving the manor at night, after almost two full weeks of recuperating.

Ethan had taken you out during the day a handful of times, letting you feel the sunshine on your sensitive, but ultimately burn-proof skin. You had visited places that held significant memories, him helping you recall moments that made holding onto your humanity seem worth the effort. You had returned to locations of dates, swooning at all the little details that could be triggered from just looking at a building.

Everything was blissfully happy as you explored around in the innocent light of daytime. The two of you had discussed getting married many times in the past, and you couldn’t help theorising on how similar to a honeymoon this time was.

But your desire for fun didn’t end with the sun going down. He wanted you to conserve your energy, instead of going out and getting carried away, losing yourself in all of the possibilities that nighttime offered.

Your nights were spent cuddling in the casket (there were plenty of suitable beds that you could make good use of, but both of you were enjoying the next level of intimacy that only the coffin could offer). He would bring you a plasma pack, feeding you chilled blood from Helena’s private storage. Afterwards, you would gain a wonderful buzz and (just like when you had red wine) your sex drive would kick in, giving you only one idea of how to utilise this rush of energy. Limited seduction was required to get him to fuck you and he was fucking you harder than he ever had before. You would scream and beg - absolutely thrilled that he had stopped holding back, he had stopped worrying about breaking you.

You were relieved to go back to the behaviour of your younger selves - back to the time before he had started handling you like you were a porcelain doll.

But there was one activity from your past that you felt confident you could recapture the fun of - and you had declared to him that you wanted to go dancing.

You were the only person that he danced with, ever. Because you always brought the fun out in him - making him laugh too much to possibly have anytime for cringing. You had gone dancing almost every weekend, before the underworld had dragged him away from you. The two of you had some speciality moves - including: Macklemore’s wide arms, or decorating a Christmas tree. If he wasn’t feeling a particular song, those minutes could easily be filled with some making-out. Sometimes you would forget to stop once the song was over.

On this night, he had been hesitant to agree to take you out for a night of drinking and dancing, sticking to this decision with only some minor wavering when you had shown him the red dress that you planned to wear. He had raised the very valid point that nightclubs were dens of complete overstimulation, even at the best of times. Now that vampirism had only heightened your senses, it seemed you were asking to fall victim to an overload by going into any club.

But you had managed to talk him into it - promising to carry earplugs and deciding on which of your secret hand signals to use to communicate that you needed to leave.

Now you were making your way through the crowd, trying to reclaim your spot next to him after a quick visit to the ladies room. Your view of him was blocked for a moment as two men passed between you, their gruff voices carrying clearly over the music for you.

“- faggot music.” “I guess we missed the memo about it being faggot night.” “Why can’t they just find their own bars and quit sissifying ours?”

Your mood took an instant nosedive and your stomach twisted into an abnormal, uncomfortable knot. Your hands curled into fists at your sides and, as you watched them leave for the outdoor smokers section, all that you could think about was hurting them. The thought was so powerful, so loud and large that your hands had begun to shake.

But then they were gone and you told yourself to let it go. When you looked at Ethan, straight away you knew that he had heard and was feeling frustrations similar to what currently plagued you. His entire demeanour had changed, the look on his face darker, devoid of any joy. His jaw was clenched, his chin lowered. His eyes locked onto you and you could tell that a decision had been made.

Your heart was pounding and you increased your pacing, following the magnetic pull to get to him as quickly as possible. The adrenaline was racing through you and you couldn’t help the feelings of arousal that this stirred up, a whirlpool of intense emotions. And you didn’t know how to control any of them.

The look on his face was one of restrained anger. He put the beer bottle to his lips, tilting his head back for a quick sip. His cheeks hollowed for a moment as he held the liquid in his mouth for a beat longer than what was usual.

When he looked at you again, you could see the dark determination in his eyes. You stepped up to stand in front of him, placing a hand to his chest as you tried to read his expression.

He passed the bottle to you and put his hand to the back of your neck, bringing you to where he could whisper into your ear. Your hair was pulled up and he took advantage of this, caressing the bare skin at the nape of your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let your hand wander down the thin rose gold chains that fell from his leather choker.

“How do you feel about taking your first life tonight?”

You paused, rendered speechless for a moment.

“Do you mean- what, those guys that just- I mean, I heard them use the slur, but I…”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, amore. Why don’t we start with one?”

He was licking his lips when he leant back, looking at you, watching for your reaction. You found yourself nodding, you had been wondering when it would be time for your first kill - overly eager to share this essential vamp experience with him.

“Good girl. Just follow my lead, okay?”

He took your hand in his and began to walk over for the door out of the main room. You emerged into the crowded and poorly-lit smokers area. Your eyes scanned the patio for the two men, while Ethan immediately approached one of the venue’s security.

You listened as he altered the story. The bouncer, who had greeted Ethan by his name (because he was a friend or a fan, you had no idea), was an empathetic listener, nodding along. Your boyfriend reframed the incident - he had been in the bathroom, approached by one of the men, who had used the slur repeatedly during a volatile exchange, which had left Ethan rattled.

“And you said he came out here?”

He pointed across the way, to where the man in the camo-print shirt was relaxing and enjoying a cigarette. “That’s him, in the dark green, with the eyebrow piercing.”

The bouncer nodded. “I’ll take care of it. Sorry again, man, you shouldn’t have to deal with shitbags using language like that.”

“It’s quite alright, I’ve been called a whole lot of garbage. But I just wouldn’t wanna see him say that to someone else, someone that is potentially more likely to be triggered by words like that. Then they snap, ruin their night and maybe their criminal record. Scum like him, they’re just not worth it.”

“You are so right. I’m gonna get that loser out of here right now.” The bouncer said. “You guys enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Thanks man.” Ethan said before turning to you, wearing a smirk.

You considered him as you took a swig of beer. “You know what my mum used to say about you? She used to say that you were the kind of boyfriend I wouldn’t have to worry about, ‘cause you’re such an honest guy.”

“Can I tell you something- share a bit of honesty with you?” He asked, taking the bottle back from you.

“Sure.”

He pressed his cheek to yours, blocking out your awareness of everything else as he whispered into your ear. “I honestly cannot wait to fuck you into oblivion, in a pool of his blood.”

You trembled all over - the anticipation was a palpable presence between the two of you. “Yes please.”

He smiled before downing the last of the beer. “Let’s go kill a homophobe.”

“Lead the way.”

You made a quick exit from the venue after that, emerging onto the mostly-empty street. He took you towards a silent, dark alleyway that stood between the club and the bus stop. You felt a swarm of anxiety - mentally tripping up on all of the variables, an ever-growing list of things that could go wrong. But he remained the picture of composure, stepping confidently into the dark alley. You reassured yourself with the knowledge that his experience was to be trusted - potentially, he had even hunted here before.

You were the lookout, watching the limited activity on the street with an unlit cigarette pinched between two fingers. “Here he comes.”

You glanced back at Ethan, who had just flicked open his switchblade, taking a few steps back. “I’ve got you covered. You can do this, he’s just one guy. Play up the ditzy drunk act.”

You started to huff loudly, looking around at the ground until the prey was close enough for you to address. “Mi scusi, I’m sorry, but could you help me for, like, five seconds?” You swayed on your feet, letting one of your knees weaken. He had paused, taking a step toward you. “I dropped my fuckin’ lighter and I can’t see it anywhere.” You walked into the alleyway, with him following after you, barely hesitating. “I know that I had it when I came over here, it was definitely in my hand as I stood over here.”

“In the alleyway?” He asked, a good-natured smile on his face. “Kinda a weird spot for a smoke, don’t you think?”

You laughed and it sounded terribly stilted to you, but he might not know any better. “I guess, but people can be so judgy, sometimes it’s nice to just split away from all of that.”

“Preachin’ to the choir. I’ve got a lighter right here, by the way.” He flicked the mechanism, a small flame bringing illumination to some of his features.

“Oh my God, thank you so much.”

Instead of handing the lighter to you, he insisted on lighting the cigarette for you, moving into your personal space. It was almost too close for comfort, but then you saw movement over his shoulder. Ethan was closing in behind the prey.

“So what’s your name?” He asked.

Ethan moved forward, throwing his arm around the prey to place the knife against his throat. “What’s yours? Or should I just pick a slur and call you that?”

“What the fuck is this, are you robbing me?”

You exhaled a cloud of smoke into his face as Ethan trapped the prey’s neck, his forearm lodging under the man’s chin. “Something like that.”

The prey’s face was already turning red with Ethan using his other hand to lock his grip. He squeezed his arm, applying pressure to either side of the prey’s neck until he was gasping for air. You nervously looked around, ready to signal if you saw anyone.

“Oh no, he’s gone to sleep.” Ethan said, a sarcastic attempt at sounding concerned. “Babe, look at this- our poor friend. I knew he’d had more than a few, but I didn’t realise he was this drunk. Did you?” He was still holding the choke hold, even though the prey was limp, clearly incapacitated.

“Idiota, when is he gonna learn that he can’t handle his liquor?” You asked before lowering your voice. “What now?”

“You’re gonna get my phone from my back pocket and there’s an app on there that I want you to open…”

You scoffed. “What is it, like, vamp Uber or something?”

“Basically, yeah. It’s a car service, for vamps, run by vamps. It’s called Hell on Wheels and they’ll be able to get us back to the house, no questions, no weird looks.” He said as you navigated your way through the unfamiliar application. “They’ll even have a nice trunk for our friend here.”

You laughed, the pitch higher than usual as your nerves remained tightly wound. “All I wanted was to go dancing…”

“Are you having second thoughts?”

“With you?” You took another drag of the cigarette before placing it between his lips. “Never. When have you ever known me to turn down a meal and a chance to be fucked into oblivion?”

--- --- ---

The prey was pushed off of the bed, landing on the floor with a wet slap - what was left of his blood now spreading across the wood floorboards, just as it had been smeared all over your body.

Your first feed - you hadn’t needed Ethan’s knife to help you get to the blood, your new fangs were more than ready to tear through whatever flesh you could get your hands on. Nor had you needed any instructions from him, you had let your vampiric instincts and impulses guide you to the best spots to drink from.

It was the best meal you had ever experienced, immediately superior to anything you had eaten in your mortal life. The warmth from the blood had touched every bit of your body, your stomach filled over-and-over until you didn’t know yourself any longer.

You felt like a killer - more glamorous than any movie villain. You had thought there would be a mental roadblock, your fear and morals keeping you from fully enjoying this process, maybe it would change how the blood tasted.

But nothing had been able to hold you back. You had felt a merciless power trip come over you and you found that taking a life was exhilarating. You weren’t scared of what you had become, not when you were experiencing the greatest nourishment.

“Aw, a bit of a messy eater, hm?” Ethan said, pulling you into his embrace.

You looked down at yourself to where so much of the prey’s blood was stuck to your skin - you looked as filthy as if you had just emerged from bathing in blood for hours. You had been wise enough to remove your dress and bra. But you had gotten distracted before you could take off your panties and you knew that they would have to be thrown out. Just as the bedsheets would.

He was covered as well, your red-stained bodies one and the same. He was still wearing a pair of ruined underwear - you thought the fabric had been blue at the beginning of the night.

The only other thing on his body was the choker, with its collection of fine chains attached to the o-ring. The chains had been moving freely across his bare chest this whole time, resulting in a peculiar pattern of red streaks and smears. It was frantic and completely random, as if Jackson Pollock had come at him with a paintbrush.

Your eyes followed the chains down his body. The animal desires rose up within you as you looked over his perfectly carved body. You thought this was your favourite of all his chokers and it looked even better now that the blood clogged some of the links.

You gathered the chains in your hand, beginning to wrap it around your fist. “Murdering looks really good on you.”

He smiled, leaning in closer to you, dirtied lips within kissing range. “It looks good on you too, practically to die for.”

It was a cheesy line, but he had delivered it with such earnestness that the urge to laugh failed to land. There was so much lust coursing through your veins that you didn’t think there was anything he could say that would take you out of your current state of being putty in his hands.

You gave the necklace a light tug, inspired to use it as you would a leash. “I know that I’m already so dirty…” He rested his head against yours, following your pulls to get him closer still. “But do you think you could get me even dirtier before we try to get cleaned off?”

His lips hovered over yours, promising a kiss without actually providing. “I’m gonna make you so fucking dirty that you could shower for days and still not be clean.”

Your body shivered and you clenched your fist around the chain. “Yes.”

He grabbed your face with both hands, the force of his kiss knocking you onto the bed. Wrapped up in his arms, you felt safe, safe enough to let all of your passions bubble to the surface.

You grasped his body close to yours, a hand going to his back where you immediately let your nails press against the skin. You spread your legs apart, giving him plenty of room as he laid on top of you.

Your heart was beating to a new, more persistent rhythm and you wondered if this would happen after every live feeding.

“Oh God, I love being a monster with you.” You said, breathless when his mouth left yours to explore lower.

“You’re really good at it too.” He said, hands rubbing over your skin as his tongue began to swipe at the congealed blood. “It kinda makes me annoyed at myself for how long I put this off- holding you at arm's length when we could’ve been together like this all along.” You let out a yelp of surprise when he pinched your nipple firmly.

“We could’ve been fucking like this all along.” He said, in between loving licks at your dirty skin. “I deprived myself too long, like an idiot- thinking that I had to find someone from this lifestyle, someone who would know what it was like.

“Stupido. That was about as productive as a dog chasing its own tail.” He said, a crinkle forming in the bridge of your nose as you smiled at him. The time that he spent focused on cleaning you, it dwindled. He was mostly just looking at you as he spoke - looking into your eyes and soon you were feeling every word. “You’ve been right here all along, the only person that’s ever fully known me, every single part of me and you always accepted me, always. I wasted both of our time.”

“Stop that, we have quite literally the rest of eternity to make up for any lost time.” You said, stroking his cheek.

“You never lost me, my heart has always been lying right here…” He laid his hand on your chest, over where your heart was racing. “Right next to yours.”

“And you’ll never lose me.”

He moved back up, his lips meeting yours again. He kissed you with such purpose that you forgot about all of the times when he had been absent from your life. The nights when you had cried yourself to sleep, so distraught over missing this essential part of yourself - none of that could haunt you any longer. You were entirely present in this moment - savouring the taste of blood, brought to life more with each move of his lips.

He grabbed your leg, bringing it up for your knee to rest at his hip, spreading you. You could feel his hard cock, even through the two layers of underwear, it could still entice you and bring a weakness to your knees. You rubbed your hips against him, making your interests clear.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about that little comment about fucking me into oblivion…” You said as he started to work your soaked panties down. “‘Cause I haven’t forgotten.” You giggled, the chains from his necklace tickling across your already-sensitive skin. “In fact, it’s literally all that I’ve been able to think about.”

“Hey, when have you ever known me to not keep my word?” He asked, his underwear tossed aside.

“Oh, right, you’re just an honest guy.” You said sarcastically. “Earnest Ethan.”

“Don’t get cheeky with me, amore. Cheeky girls don’t get to come.”

You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, holding your thigh tight to his body again. “Maybe you could fuck around and find out, hm?”

“I’ll be good.” You said, sliding your hands up his back. “I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“Good, ‘cause I want you to come. I wanna make you come.” He said, sparks rising from the contact points your bodies were sharing. “I wanna feel your cum sliding all down my cock, soaking me right down to my balls. I wanna hear every wet sound of me thrusting into you and I wanna listen to it getting wetter-and-wetter as I fuck you- fuck you into oblivion.”

“Yes.” You sighed before a loud moan was brought from you when his tip began to push into you. “Yes, oh yes, yes.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked, gradually burying more of himself into you. “Hm, is that what you want?”

“God, yes.”

You writhed beneath him, instantly trying to encourage him into a quick pace. The kisses that he was applying to your mouth just weren’t enough.

His mouth left yours and he returned to the extensive task of cleaning your neck with just his tongue. The taste of blood provided him with new energy and he was soon picking up speed. He moaned against your skin as your pussy excitedly spasmed around him.

“It tastes even better served on your fuckin’ delicious skin.” He groaned, his head bowing lower as he began at the river of red that had streaked down your chest.

His hips snapped into yours, driving all of the air from your lungs as you became stunned by his power. But you continued working with his brutal pace, your pussy alive with tingles that were only getting stronger.

His tongue and your pussy - they were locked in a competition of which could be loudest, which could produce the wettest sounds. His saliva was spread across your skin before being taken back into his mouth with a determined slurp. Your dripping cunt articulated every confident stroke from his cock. You heard each squelch at every pucker.

These noises combined to create the filthiest soundtrack to accompany this fucking, that was driving you to the most spectacular climax.

“God, Ethan, un…”

An involuntary buck from your hips brought his dick deeper into your swollen cunt, driving him to where you were waiting for him to set you free. He throbbed inside of you and you felt your breath getting stuck in the chamber of your throat. All control was being surrendered and you moved erratically towards your orgasm.

He groaned heavily, his cum coating inside of you, making it easier to fuck you harder. He dove further into this momentum and braced himself with both hands going to the head of the bed. He let your desperation win out, relentlessly riding you into new realms of pleasure.

Your passion was beginning to bubble over (you were nearing the point of no return) and you cried out. “Look at me. Ah, love, please, look at me.”

He threw his hair back as his face turned to yours. His eyes stared into yours and you whimpered through the tremor that took over you in response to this. You hooked a finger beneath his choker, bringing a strain to the leather.

“Yes baby, look at me.” You rasped - equally daunted and in love with the intensity that this extra level of connection brought. “Look at me Ethan, look at wuh- what you’ve made me into, yes, God, yes.”

You saw sparks in his eyes and it was painfully obvious that his orgasm was dawning. His mouth dropped open and more of his release spurted into your pussy.

But it was you that the shock came for first - carrying you screaming into your orgasm. Your entire body was in motion, savouring every sensation.

Mere seconds later he was following you into the dazzling conclusion, both of you sharing wordless chants of exaltation. His hot cum spilled into you, harder than before, marking the deepest parts of you as his.

And that was how it should be. He had so much of you already, he had all of your firsts and now another was added. Your first post-kill fuck, it belonged to him and you wouldn’t want anyone else to share it with you.

He collapsed off of you, your body still pumping you full of adrenaline. You curled into his side, your fingers playing with the chains splayed across his heaving chest.

“Does Helena have a vamp-exclusive housekeeping service?”

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