theoriginalcount

[theoriginalcount]

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“Not unless he’s provoked. Even I wouldn’t dare temper his rage.” A pointed look at the Count was given. A silent warning, as it were. Cerberus was acting amiable now, but one too many jabs at him or attempts to keep Female from him would definitely anger him. They had that in common, at least. On his end, Cerberus stayed put even as he saw Female. His curly tail wagged, making his rear shake to and fro, until he finally sat down and lifted a forepaw, whining softly. “Hm. He’s loving, gentle..what’s not to like?”

Sure, Female was as big as one of Cerberus’ paws when he was in his ‘normal’ form. Their size difference was the only thing she’d been concerned about, but gods did find ways out of such predicaments. While the Count had taken more modern means to reach their meeting place, she’d simply…teleported there. It wasn’t like the mortals noticed. They rarely did, when divinity walked among them. Mostly because they were glued to their phones and laptops. 

“Are you going to put her down, or will you punish her further?” She crouched down to pet the top of Cerberus’ head before carefully plucking one of the white petaled flowers that grew on the ground ( another one sprouted in its place ) and twisted the stem so that it wouldn’t fall off of Female’s ear. For a few seconds, at least. She would have made a flower crown for her, but she’d been too focused on helping Cerberus get used to his changed form. On helping Hades come to terms with the fact that his companion not only had a girlfriend but was also no bigger than his boot.

The Count sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep Female too long. If he did, he’d end up with piss on his leather wingtips. Even with his commands, Female squirmed to be close to her suitor. He hated knowing there was another man who would share Female’s affections. The Count was close to rejecting the offer and walking away from both, leaving Female to cry out her loss for a while. 

But he wasn’t that kind of bastard.

Slowly, he put Female down and watched as she quickly made her way over to Cerberus. Female sniffed and licked at Cerberus’ face before she made a motion for him to dance and twirl together in a circle. 

“I do not punish her, I teach her not everyone will stay long in her life. Why do you think I let her walk around? To see people come and go, but I will be here. Always.” He let his gaze flicker from Persephone back to the two dogs. “He’s fixed, isn’t he?”

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[theoriginalcount]

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“BEAST, you say.” An eyebrow was arched, arms folded over her chest. True, Cerberus was born of Echidna and Typhon, but it didn’t mean that she liked hearing her beloved Cerberus called anything similar to it. For one, the only ‘monstrous’ thing about him was the fact that he had three heads. That, and he was ferociously protective of the souls that entered the Underworld and of his loved ones. One of whom was this brute’s companion. “Cerberus has never hurt her. Nor will he ever. If his size bothers you so, you should have come to me first.”

Had Female not endeared herself to Persephone, the goddess wouldn’t be inclined to help him at all. But the sweet pup had suffered enough, in her opinion, and she wasn’t about to add to it. Speaking over her shoulder, she called: “Come here, my love.”

The soft clinking of a collar was heard, followed by excited barking, and a male pug, slightly bigger than Female ( but not by much ), ran into view. Cerberus skidding to a stop when he saw the Count, and he began to sniff, clearly sensing Female all over him. “Does his form meet your approval?”

The Count made no apologies for how he saw the creature. He hadn’t worried for years over his girl. Never thought she’d find herself someone to love other than him. Yes, he knew she went out and made friends, but every night, she came home to him. Never even made a fuss, when The Count kept her in during her heat days. Now, he realized, he let his guard down for too long and assumed there wouldn’t be a day when his little girl would want someone for herself. 

He stood his ground and clenched his fists inside his pants pockets. The little beast had gotten smaller, but he still worried. “He won’t change back suddenly into the three headed one?,” he asked, his face revealing he didn’t trust the dog. The Count’s spine stiffened as he heard his girl cry and scratch at the window to his vehicle. He’d ask for the meeting to be done at the local park.

“Seems she’s approving of it,” he answered, turning around to open the door and snatch up his Female. Female tried her best to squirm out of his embrace, but he kept a steadfast hold on her. The Count spoke to her in Hungarian, the dog’s ears perking up and then coming down over the instructions. 

“I don’t know why, but she likes your Cerberus enough to disobey me.”

[theoriginalcount]

“My innocent girl, wants to see your beast.” The Count couldn’t believe his little girl wanted to be around a monster of myth. He’d done everything he could to keep them separated. Banned her from leaving the house, but she’d done everything to rebel. 

Yelled at him, hid from him when he called for her, refused to eat her meals, and left him annoying presents around the house to get rid of. She’d even gone to cry and whine about missing being outside and with her new boyfriend. 

Yet, somehow she’d figured a way out and almost gotten herself killed running across a busy street. If this was the only way to keep her safe, then he’d forcibly try it out. 

“But, I need you and I to chaperone. I can’t risk her getting hurt.” 

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[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                He    captures    her    chin    between    forefinger    and    thumb,    big    round    eyes    finally    catching    his    in    a    faint    gaze.    God    damn    him.    She    fucking    HATES    this    man    and    how    he    knows    how    to    push    her    buttons    in    just    the    right    god    damn    way.    Holly    pouts,    almost    stomping    her    foot    but    she    stops    herself    first.    “    Yes.    ”

“Good,” he simply said, his thumb reaching out to brush the swell of her lower lip. What he missed the last few months. He imagined, his imagination was always a vivid one. But The Count knew the vision of her lips stretched taut around him or parted open in a gasp wasn’t enough for the real thing. Especially to see her angry at his sudden reappearance into her life.

What had she been up to?

With whom?

“What have you done since I’ve last been in town? Tell me everything.”

Miss Me, Sweet Thing?

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                Oh.    So    NOW    he    shows    up.    He    didn’t    say    much    about    the    fact    that    he    was    leaving-    but    then    again    she    supposed    she    didn’t    mean    that    much    to    him.    At    least    he    came    back    though,    right    ??    As    if    to    feign    anger    she    shakes    her    head,    says    the    word    ’no’,    and    pouts    gently.    Eventually    eyes    look    at    the    floor    like    a    guilty    child    would.    The    shaking    becomes    a    nod,    and    this    time    she    mumbles    a    small    ’yes’.

The Count watched her with hands in his suit pockets. He could see there was a difference to her. Whether it was her fragility or her quickness to anger. Yes, he could scent her anger and it brought him pleasure. He always did enjoy seeing the anger stain her cheeks red. Brought the blood to the surface and it only made his canines ache to sink into her sweet thighs. When her gaze fell, he stepped closer, no doubt invading a space one would call personal. But damn personal space when it came to those he went for.

Slowly, his hand came up to her chin. "I do not believe I heard you, Holly. Go on, speak louder," he said, prodding her chin and gaze to look into his own smirking face.

Miss Me, Sweet Thing?

[theoriginalcount]

Miss Me, Sweet Thing?

@misshclly

Quite a while since he last laid eyes on her. He knew his travels around the world would somehow get back to her. The Count had to leave for a while. Too much heat on him from the human hunters. He guessed the bodies he left behind was enough of a thorn in their side they had to come after him.

Luckily, he stashed his Female, his dog, safely away, but he knew there was another woman who wouldn’t be happy to see him appear after a long spell away.

“Cherie, you’ve never looked sweeter than you do now,” he said, after keeping track of her the last few days. She still looked exuberant, but there was something else clinging to her. “Missed me?”

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                Clearly    she’d    prefer    the    latter,    maybe    not    even    being    able    to    LEAVE    at    all.    Holly    takes    a    moment    to    respond,    sitting    in    the    silence    as    they    watch    each    other.    Eventually    fingers    remove    themselves    from    the    hard    floor,    and    find    their    new,    temporary,    home    between    his    hand    and    slacks.    Tentatively,    she    undoes    the    buckle,    button    and    zipper    go    along    with    it.    Lips    press    to    the    back    of    his    hand    as    she    waits    for    him    to    remove    it,    staring    at    him    with    her    big,    round    eyes.

My, what beautiful eyes she had. 

The better to see them tear up in joy or ecstasy for him. 

With such a thought in mind, he slid his hand away from himself, and leaned back to watch her. He poured himself another drink, ready to have his fill of both blood and Holly. Which would satisfy his appetite tonight? Both?

"I will drink, while you have your own, my sweet one.”

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                Eyes    shut,    brows    are    still    furrowed.    The    girl    sighs    into    his    touch,    the    gentility    of    his    actions    shock    her    just    in    the    slightest,    but    it’s    welcomed.    “    I    respect    this…    I    respect    you.    “    Essentially,    she    understands    what    he    could    truly    do    to    her    were    she    to    really    step    out    of    line.    Holly    likes    to    think    she’s    far    from    that,    even    if    a    little    playful    and    bratty.

                Could    she    really    have    someone    else    ??    No    one    seemed    to    show    interest.    Regardless    of    the    lack    of    men    lining    up,    she’s    a    one    person    kind    of    gal,    even    if    it’s    not    a    real    relationship.    Eyes    shoot    open,    head    tilted    back    just    enough    to    look    up    at    the    man.    “    I    don’t    want    anyone    else.    “    Her    voice    is    slightly    above    a    whisper,    calm,    though    her    quickness    to    respond    tells    otherwise,    that    she’s    nervous.    “    I    want    you.    You’re    my    favorite.    “    And    only.    Lips    part    just    enough    to    take    in    his    thumb,    tongue    flicking    across    the    pad    as    she    leans    forward.    Hands    press    flat    against    the    floor.    Of    course    she    doesn’t    want    anyone    else,    she    wants    just    him.

Her heartbeat beat the truth whenever she herself lied. It wasn't often. Not tonight, when he could see as much as be heard the weight of her admission. He was her favorite, a constant in her life who was upfront about his time and desires. She knew who and what he was.

And here she was with those plump lips and that tongue reminding him of what he could do to her.

He allowed another swipe before he brought his hand to cup the heavy weight of himself. Let her see the affect she had and his hunger as it strained against his pressed suitpants.

"A favorite part of me deserves to hear your words closer. Show me how you treat your favorite. I can't decide if you'll leave here with an ache or a whimpering mess."

@misshclly​

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                A    whine    comes    from    her    throat    as    eyes    find    him,    sitting    there    on    his    chair    (    or    his    throne,    as    she    occasionally    likes    to    call    it    ).    Knees    bend,    height    shortening    just    a    little    as    she    whines,    adding    to    her    child    like    nature.    Eventually    she    comes    to    a    huff,    kneeling,    instead,    between    his    legs.    “    That’s    not    fair-    you’re    not    fair,    Count.    ”

Patiently, he waited, knowing he had eternal time on his hands to wait out her pouting dance. How long had he known her now? A few months? A few years? Felt eternal, this game the two played, but it never ceased to bore him. 

Even as he watched her bend the knee and his free hand move to stroke her cheek. “I know, but you’d never respect what we have, if I was a boorish walking mat.” His thumb stroked a line down her cheekbone, towards those lips he’d enjoy many a time tasting his own lips, or feeding himself between such warm depths.

Soon as he was bored of Holly, she’d be his evening meal, or set free to pout at someone else. The Count didn’t know which option Holly would react to the most.But he wouldn’t bring it up, not when he slouched deeper into his seat, giving her room thigh to rest her pretty head on.

“You could have another bloke spank you, Holly, but you’re here, praying you’ll have a sweet taste tonight, dove.”

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                He’s    figured    out    her    secret.    She’s    almost    always    looking    for    a    spanking    from    him.    Pretty    disgusting    for    a    Catholic,    but    he    brings    that    out    in    her.    Brows    furrow    as    he    speaks,    fingers    curling    into    the    fabric    of    her    skirt,    scrunching    up    the    plaid.    Foot    rubs    against    her    shin.    “    What    if    I    am    ??    ”

He should know by now, she was a clock. No matter the hour, she ticked and tocked away the minutes until she’d get what she wanted from him. He smiled from his cushioned seat, lifting the glass of blood bourbon. His never left her face as he sipped the warmth of virginal blood and the heat of bourbon. Both left him in a state willing to give into her whims.

After all, what she wanted from him, he’d gladly give her.

“Then you’re risking not sitting your arse on anything but a pillow for a week, if you keep it up. Or, I leave you without a spank, better punishment while I finish my drink,” he grinned, his smile reaching his eyes. He sat back, his collared shirt stretching over muscle and a heart that’d never beat again. 

Except, when he wanted his little human to beg and pout. 

[theoriginalcount]

@misshclly

“Sweet darling, what am I going to do with you?” He wondered this aloud, many a time, knowing he’d have to figure out what to do with a human in his life. He had Female, and she was the only constant woman in his life---besides his twin. Still, what to do with a human who’d end up dying sooner or later. With her habits, he wondered if sooner was now.

“You keep testing me and I wonder if you’re looking for a spanking.” 

[theoriginalcount]

Venus in Faux Furs

It was about time to buy her a gift. Better she pick it out herself, then end up with a pouting princess the rest of the night. “Go on, I know you want to touch it. Go on,” he urged her, stepping back to let her have her fill of the shop. 

Faux fur coat.

The Count couldn’t get his mind wrapped around it.

Humans and their need to take care of an already dying world.

“Take your pick of them, all different colors, shapes, and styles.”

@misshclly

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

[    it’s    him    ]    ur    sexting    needs    a    little    work    ya [    it’s    him    ]    either    way    im    comin    over    like,    now

[him]: i do it better in person than in text

[him]: i’m no shakespeare. just a fucker.

[him]: watch out for female. she’s awake and around.

[theoriginalcount]

🍆 from The Count

@theoriginalcount​ | send 🍆 for an intentional nude

[    it’s    him    ]    oh    my    heckin    god

[    it’s    him    ]    i    had    no    idea    you    knew    how    to    use    a    phone…    and    that    you    knew    how    to    take    decent    nudes…

[    it’s    him    ]    i’m    coming    over    immediately

[theoriginalcount]

[    it’s    him    ]    oh    my    heckin    god

[    it’s    him    ]    i    had    no    idea    you    knew    how    to    use    a    phone…    and    that    you    knew    how    to    take    decent    nudes…

[    it’s    him    ]    i’m    coming    over    immediately

@misshclly

[him]: I’d think you’d have come now.

[him:] Rethinking that, it sounds too caddish.

[him:] come over now, to make you bloody well come

[him:] needs some work

[theoriginalcount]

misshclly‌:

                He’s    right,    she    hates    to    be    left    alone.    Because    the    moment    she    sees    him    again,    Holly    clings    to    him.    Being    lonely    is    not    something    she    is    okay    with.    She    sits    up    suddenly,    however,    hand    pressed    to    the    mattress    on    the    other    side    of    his    torso.    Her    face    still    pouting    as    she    speaks    to    him.    “    But    it    makes    things    so    much    more    fun    when    you’re    there.    ”

“Then,” he said, reaching a hand out to boop her nose. “You can bloody well wait for me to wake up. You don’t want me sleep-addled. You’ll only get grunts out of me.” Which wasn’t an awful thing, when he grunted when fucking her. Grunts, moans, even in Hungarian as he took his fill of her. The Count smiled at her tenacity, her energy for life. Shame to see it go when age took her. 

“What do you want to do now? I’m awake, I’m here, entertain me with what you’ve got, dove.”

[theoriginalcount]

              A    monster    is    probably    too    lightly    of    a    word    one    would    use    for    this    man,    but    Holly    finds    the    good    in    everyone.    Especially    him.    Though    somewhere    in    the    back    of    her    mind,    she    has    no    doubt    he’d    eat    her,    were    she    the    last    person    on    earth-    he’s    somewhat    of    a    narcissist.    But    she’s    in    denial.    And    right    now    she’s    a    little    pouty.

               “    I    hate    that    you    sleep    all    day.    ”    Of    course    we    all    know    the    reasons    why,    but    she    still    expresses    her    hatred    towards    it.    Fingers    laced    together    with    his,    head    resting    on    his    chest.    “    It’s    stupid-    ”    She    says,    obvious    that    she’s    pouting    now.    “    I    wanna    go    do    things    in    the    sun.    ”

@misshclly

Softly, he could hear the rise of her breath move up and down within her. Easily, he could snap her ribs and reach inside for the warm blood that he so often was ruled by. Hearing her complain over what he couldn’t change only made him smile. The human was infatuated with spending time, this he let himself believe.

“Holly, you can do things without me watching you. You are not bloody well attached at my dic---hip.” He stroked his hand down her back, rubbing it in circles to absorb as much as of her warmth as possible. “Don’t ruin the time we have now, dove. You’d hate to be left alone.”