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:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 : 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you...” He looks shocked that you knew.

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry.

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?”

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily.

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles.

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth.

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut.

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder.

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor.

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris.

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel.

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely.

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace.

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs.

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body.

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt.

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want.

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching.

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you.

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip.

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh.

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.