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pinkmirth · 23 days ago

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thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, ��i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

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2kyo7 · 16 days ago

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♱ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 ♱ | LUNE

pairing ; adrian tepes , trevor belmont , sypha belnades x female reader

ཐི ➥ summary ; As the world begins to pay the toll of Dracula's rage, four unlikely heroes must band together and defeat him--no matter the price.

warnings ; swearing, blood consumption, biblical references (like one), mind control stuff

word count ; 3.9k

notes ; i’ll be starting a taglist here but i’m unsure about how long it’ll be kept open, so if u want to be added just reply to this post 😋😋!! i’d like to note that my wattpad always has an extra chapter posted b4 tumblr, so please check it out!!!💕💕

FOR WHAT FELT LIKE HOURS, a thick quietness overcame the corridor-but this was soon after replaced with fast sounds of movement as Trevor extended the whip on his side while Sypha created hot flames in her palms. The fire served as a small light source alongside the glow of Alucard's eyes, and a pair of unknown purple hues in the near distance.

"How insolent, you come into my home and threaten...me with toys and child's play?" The feminine voice laughed, her words booming throughout the castle in waves. In the darkness three more pairs of dark glowing eyes emerged, "speaker! Belmont! Stand down." Alucard tried his absolute best to keep the situation under control, but was only met with retaliation. They watched aimlessly while the trio of eyes flown across the room in circles around them, hysterical laughter following each of the moving figures. Each chanting their own retorts, successfully unnerving both Sypha and her equally edged accomplice Trevor.

"Shameless, entering our abode to taunt us with incantations and artillery..."

"Look at how their faces cage magnificent red! Imagine the taste."

"Expel of them swiftly, the filthy things."

Each voice spoke their truths with little to no hesitance, all wearing differentiating voices and identities. The insults continued unwavering, even as Alucard attempted to speak over them, but once more his efforts were wasted. "ENOUGH." That is, until the undeniable presence spoke above all noise made about, causing the feminine voices to become silenced as they no longer lofted about the room teasingly—instead standing beside one another near a grand window which now only served for decoration as no light shown through its glaring transparency.

"Now...step forth." Within a moment's time, Trevor along with Sypha obey the spoken orders in perfect sync. Similar to a solemn soldier and his commander. They weren't themselves. Mind clouded with an endless fog, and no matter how far they ran or how hard they fought-the thickness prevailed, neither of them were in control. "Much better, wouldn't you agree girls?" Mingled snickers could be heard from behind the imposing figure.

Suddenly a single pair of candles lit inside the room,

"every word you speak, any move you make; are no longer yours alone. Instead they will belong to me for however long I shall please." The light now provided a reveal for their perpetrators face, a woman appearing to be around her early 40's stood over them, looking down from her raised pedestal. Her most striking features were of course, her encapsulating amethyst-tinted eyes, the woman was...breathtaking for a vampire.

"...and soon I'll know your own mind better than you ever will." After her speech, quietness overcame the room once more, of course there had been the shallow grunts sounding from Sypha and Trevor, but those too would be silenced in the coming minutes-once their minds grew tired and the enchantment took full affect.

Finally, Alucard would step up. His mind curiously unaffected from a true blood's power, "I apologize on behalf of my companions...it seems they should've been better educated on certain matters." He lowered his head before giving a curt bow. "It's been too long, Jacquelin." Various gasp fill the room, the loudest coming from 'Jacqueline' herself.

"Do my eyes deceive me? No, I'm never wrong!" She steps over the black railing, promptly gliding down to gather a better look at the boy...no...man in front of her. Placing her hand to his icy cheeks, Alucard neither denies nor accepts the touch. "My it is you sweet Adrian, time seems to have wavered in your fortune."

Alucard hummed in response to her praise, a smile playing along his face, though he himself felt lukewarm. "As much as I appreciate the compliments, I think I'd be more appreciative if those two would be sincerely sparred." Jacquelin huffed, crossing her arms, she walks circles around the frozen duo, observing them. "Interesting. A hunter and a speaker, what are you planning?"

"Why ask when you already know?" There's slight edge to his tone, not enough to be considered hostile, but present all the same. Jacquelin smiled jeeringly, lines forming around her mouth, "their insight isn't near as concise in comparison to yours." She neared Sypha, fiddling with the arm of her clothing. Eyes beginning to glow dangerously bright. "I wanted to hear it directly from you, all that knowledge. Locked away and hidden. Share it with me, won't you?"

"Enough with the spectacle darling, you'll scare our guest." A fourth and final voice entered the room, this one pronounced and deep, echos bouncing off the walls until reaching Adrian and Jacquelin. "Oh but it was only a bit of fun." She began to hone her full attention onto her husband, floating up towards him almost magnetically, the man captured his wife within a gentle embrace, a smile too playing on his face upon seeing hers. The man was tall and fibrous, a well groomed salt and pepper beard adorning his face. He'd also be dressed lavishly in dark clothing, similar to his wife and children. In fact, his children mostly favored him aside from their most distinguished feature. "All in good taste, I assure you Louviers."

Adequately, Jacquelin releases her control with a simple and dismissive wave. Immediately the two returned to their defensive stance, "what the hell just happened?" Trevor questions, confused and wary as ever. Alucard twisted his head to look back at them, "calm yourselves, a solution has just been reached."

"Surely you know by now that this would be a fight you stood no chance of winning." Jacquelin giggled from behind her hand. "Mother, is the fun over already?" Emerging from behind was a heavily pregnant woman, sporting the same purple eyes as she Jacqueline. "Unfortunately your father cut it short. Disheartening isn't it, Lyevre?"

Before anything else could be said, the two other sisters revealed themselves from their shadowing positions. "Perfect everyone's here! Langrené, Lyevre, and (Name). Come greet our guest." The man bequeathed his daughters forward, calling each of their name's in order of birth. "My dear, I have an even more wonderful idea." Jacquelin interject, grin broad as day. "What better way to become reacquainted than dinner, Adrian has much to discuss with us but I am simply famished."

Jacquelin didn't have to utter another sentence, she felt the back of her hand be pleasantly kissed by soft; familiar lips. "Say not another word my love." With a snap of his fingers servants seemed to appear from thin air to aid their master's request. "Please show our guest to their rooms-assure they are in close quarters to one another." Louviers begins to lead himself and his wife elsewhere into the castle, eyes forever trained on Jacquelin. "And prepare a rather humane meal tonight, will you? In customary accommodations to our visitors."

Upon his parting words, workers scampered around them, immediately going to work without a minute to lose. A handful of them ushered the trio deeper into the castle, both Trevor and Sypha looked to Alucard with worry and doubt (he'd lost count of the reoccurring action), but wordlessly, they trailed along.

Alucard could feel a singular pair of eyes following his every move; down to the slightest shift in breaths, to the numbered amount of times his eyelids had fluttered themselves shut. He knew the gaze all too well-but the familiarity did nothing to stop him from turning to face its truth. THERE YOU STOOD head held high, eyes low with distain, betrayal, anger. The same look you'd given him all those years ago as he walked through your castle doors for the final time. If looks could kill, Alucard would've already been sent to the underworld three thousand times over.

Some things truly never change.

The reluctant heroes would be gathered for dinner that same night, instead of sending an undead servant to fetch for them-the second Dauvillier sister stood ecstatically in front of Alucard's door, her knocks persisted until the door was opened. "Adrian! Whatever took you so long to answer?" It had only been a few seconds...he wanted desperately to counter. "It's rude to keep a lady waiting, where have your manners gone?" From behind her Alucard could see an already exhausted Trevor, but a particularly joyful Sypha.

"My apologies, Lyevre...may I?" Alucard held out an expecting arm for her to take, one which she gladly accepted, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Of course!"

Together they gracefully traveled arm in arm towards the dining room, the gesture done out of pure politeness. Sypha and Trevor trailed a few paces behind, observing the decor of the castle halls. "Who is the lucky gentleman?" Alucard gestures to the golden ring adoring Lyevre's finger, a beautiful amethyst gem embedded on its surface. She began giggling cheerfully, like a young peasant girl in love.

Lyevre was the kindest out of her sisters, her upbeat personality complimented by a soft tone of voice made it easy for anyone--vampire or not--to fall for her charms. Long dark hair flowed behind her, nearly exceeding the length of the silky lilac robes she wore. Material optimizing her comfort. Especially in her current state.

A free, dainty hand reaching to message her round stomach. "You'll meet him at supper, he's quite the catch I must say." Alucard's eyes widened, deciding to humor her statement with blandishments. "He must be quite the sire indeed, to earn your affections." Once more Lyevre laughed softly, "quit your flattery Adrian, if my husband catches ear-well, he can get very jealous."

Remaining in easy conversation, they'd finally reached the dining area. The room itself was grand enough to hold unending banquets and balls. The decor (similar to the rest of the castle) was decorated rather darkly, accented with their family's signature color; purple.

"EXCELLENT, you've finally arrived! Hurry take a seat so we may begin dinning." As her father spoke, Lyevre left Alucard's side to seat herself beside her younger sister, you. Only sparing their group a revolted glance before returning yourself to scratching at your empty porcelain plate. Sypha rushed to sit across from Lyevre, seemingly continuing their earlier conversation, while Trevor cautiously moves to seat himself in front of Langrené—the eldest sister—who couldn't even bother to regard him whatsoever, instead choosing to further debate her father on foreign matters.

Langrené was undoubtedly the most cutthroat of your sisters, the strongest too. Like all firstborns, she had been burdened with the duty of upholding the family's name, assuring its success without fail. She was beautiful as she was menacing; having no need for charms Langrené much rather preferred utilizing threats and favors to gain advantages. Her hair sat styled in a half-updo, barely reaching below her shoulder blades. Dressed in thick but modest purple fabrics that left much to be imagined, only a single shade away from black.

Lastly, it came Alucard's turn to find himself a place amongst the group. There remained only two arrangements; the unoccupied chair beside Lyevre, (unmistakably left vacant for someone that wasn't him) and the empty seat crossways from yourself. Taking notice of this you scoff, a corner of your lip upturned high in the air. "Un-bel-ievable!" You say aloud, earning the attention of Lyevre. "Don't be rude fleur. Your playmate has come to see you, isn't that lovely?" She gestures for Alucard to continue his movements, "it's true, we haven't seen one another in ages...I've missed you quite dearly."

You flinch at his closing words, heart racing ever so slightly off pace. The feeling didn't last long. Crossing your arms over the expanse of your chest, you turn to face elsewhere in an effort to avoid his hallowing gaze. "And whose fault may that be?" Alucard leaned back into the furniture with a small sigh, he hadn't expected to be welcomed back by you warmly. Especially considering the circumstance of his last parting, but it's as if over the course of years your stubbornness had impossibly amplified.

Other qualities had amplified also since your last interaction, so long ago. Out of all your sisters you were unabashedly the most pampered, expected of the youngest. You hadn't grown up with the same hardships and pressures as your eldest sister; nor were you taught the importance of discipline and kindness like your older. You were allowed to flourish without the bidding of rules or the weight of power. And flourish in ways you might.

At the sight of tears or the howl of your voice, anything you desired was yours alone to own. Mountains of luxurious gowns, the sweetest of virgin blood, toys carved from that of diamonds and gold. You'd known to work for nothing, so you'd grown to work for none. Everything existed in your delight, and things that did not were simply forgotten. What reason would you have to learn the art of swordsmanship? Or needlessly drown yourself in studies for hours on end? To even master the works of your inherited abilities seemed so utterly pointless, what purpose could it ever serve?

Adorning your form was a dress suitable for only those bearing the royalist of blood, the material clouded down your shoulders in puffy sleeves leaving them bare for all to witness. Your cleavage wore minimal coverage as well; the top half of your chest displayed in a fashionable manner. Intricate designs cascaded along the expensive fabric accompanied by a number of matching laces and bows, effectively tying the outfit elegantly together. Hair styled similarly to Lyevre's, but never quite as long-wavering just above your hips.

Yes, you'd grown with assurance. Perhaps a little too much.

Before he could think to carry his dialogue much farther, an abrupt noise cuts through all others. Jacquelin stood at the far-most end of the table, similar to her husband, she held high in the air a empty wine glass awaiting to be filled by soothing, rich liquid; in her opposing palm rested a golden fork-made from only the purest materials. "Now that almost everyone has been gathered," she cuts quick eyes to Lyevre, "let us dine in each other's company and enjoy this nostalgic rekindling."

Instances after servants appeared to fill empty glasses and carry in their arms trays of an unending feast, stacked with various amounts of food; red meats, fish, poultry, wheat, vegetables and fruits. This was the grandest of grand dining. More food had been dished out in a single night than either Sypha or Trevor would see years to follow.

At first they looked upon the display with fearful eyes. Justifiably so. Anyone should be once having their minds bent and nearly broken beyond comprehension-but such the humanity of hunger would entice even the most durable of beings. Sypha couldn't help but to recall a faithful tale told by the ages of Eve and the forbidden fruit. While Trevor remembered the teachings of his youth, bribery the killer of fools.

Still, she stuffed her cheeks full like a rodent. Thanking every silent servant that wordlessly cleared her plates or offered her new feedings. And he, had drunken himself into a spell of his own. One glass after another downing his hearty throat.

The Dauvilliers—your family watched with mixed expressions of amusement, disgust, and wonder. Looking upon the two humans gouging themselves as if the latest spectacle. The scene akin to how fae tempt the human mind with simple trickeries for entertainment until their untimely deaths. Alucard felt a feeling of shame wash over him like a cold water, knowing that he himself was at least partially susceptible to such humane behavior. But in the same breath he too felt anger, knowing this was the extent of humanly worth to man-feeders like you. He swallowed his accursed thoughts, they would do him no good here.

Louviers' laugh was effusive, wiping his lips of any excess food that might've escaped with a pearly white cloth. "I'd forgotten how delightful watching humans feast can be, what a splendid idea darling." He looked to his wife who'd just finished her 5th glass of blood wine and showed little sign of stopping. "Yes, it's truly a show indeed. How many ages has it been since we last partook in the practice?"

"Far too long I must say." Louviers glances to Trevor's empty bottle, commanding someone to "bring his friend another drink" as he'd articulated. Simultaneously his middle daughter humored Sypha in a similar fashion, admiring how she'd been essentially inhaling her meal.

"Are all humans this desperate for food...poor things." Alucard knew the question was lined with false worry-faux concern-but Sypha was none the wiser. He noticed the way Lyevre's eyes started to faintly glow, whispering sugar-coated nothings into the shell of her ear. You happily indulged in your sister's game, holding a slice of ripe, delectable pomegranate to her lips, coaxing her to unwilling taking another bite. "You are not yet full are you, Speaker? Go on eat just a little more." Lyevre's control left Sypha's mind after uttering those few but haunting syllables; now turned thoughts at the forefront of her mind.

Alucard could only hold his tongue. At the end of the day, it was your family's help he required, and if becoming party tricks for only a few hours would spare humanity from certain doom-so be it.

"Enough of this," Langrené finally took it upon herself to speak above your family's joyous cries after silently watching for nearly the entirety of dinner. There was not even a passing glance of amusement to be seen; instead evident irritation and displeasure. She rose from her place at the table, the palm of her cold hand slamming against the table and with it, plates of food and utensils begin to levitate from the table's surface. Her voice carried oh-so effortlessly across the room, causing a number of servants to stop in their tracks, fearing they've made a grave mistake.

"You know I tend to quickly tire of games, Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, so tell me of your being here-tell me now or leave with that of which you came."

Alucard knew his next few words could change the course of history itself, but he wondered not of what "that" Langrené spoke of meant, but he feared it all the same; perhaps his limbs? Or maybe she referred to the two humans he'd been traveling with for days on end; who were, as of now, incapable of forming a coherent sentence. At this moment (the wrong one), Alucard finds his humanity to be more dawning than ever. The weighted gazes of your family, combined with the various object spinning around overhead; Alucard attempts to straighten his posture, but even then he struggles to find the words.

"It is unfortunate that I am unable to access the mind of other's as can my mother and sister—if I could—this entire ordeal would have concluded the moment you graced the doorstep of this family. For dear Adrian, it does not take enchanted forces to know this is no mere reunion of old ties."Alucard remembers how he practiced throughout voyage here, he'd practice in perfect paragraphs how'd he would sway your family. His words buttered by reasoning, smooth with certainty. Curious is the mind.

"Mon petit amour, calm yourself. There exist not a soul who doesn't know our dear Adrian has been through a great deal." Jacquelin's fingers danced in the air, and soon everything returned to its rightful place among the table, including Langrené. Smiling she said, "Go ahead Adrian, you have the floor."

Alucard nodded in thanks, clearing his hoarse throat once his thoughts finally settled. "As you may have caught wind, no more than a year ago now-my mother was killed-falsely accused of witchcraft." There were no gasp of surprise, nor the fall of drinks, instead scarce pity. "My word, how truly regrettable it is to hear. That woman was remarkable for her kind." Louviers subtly shook his head, gaze casted downward onto his finished plate of food. Jacquelin hummed, taking another sip, "I'd heard rumors, but talk can be ever-so cheap."

"The news was rather unfathomable to me also, I mean the Count Dracula allowing his bride to murdered? Impossible!" Lyevre held a dramatic hand over her heart, breath appearing to leave her body as she spoke. "They say she was burned alive at the stake, is it true? I must declare, such punishments become more common with each passing day." The eldest sister grinned, Alucard could only ponder what seemed so tickling about his mother's death. He held his tongue once more.

"Hmph, such is the nature of humans. How does it feel to be controlled by fear, Adrian? Or do you prefer Alucard, now?" Your eyes-your words too, were filled to the brim with such contempt, such repulse, Alucard wondered who exactly he looked to in that moment. True bloods weren't notorious for their compassion towards humans, but you were a different entity entirely. "The same way you are controlled by hunger. (Name)." He was quick to shoot back, but careful in his tone. Your venomous glare sharpened, if not amidst a discussion, you'd pounce across the table and show him what. "I am...grateful...for your words, Dauvilliers. So you must know that following my mother's departure has been my father's wrath. Not only upon those responsible, but all of humanity."

"Goodness, how could we not? Just before your arrival we'd been deliberating our next plan of action, right Louviers..." she didn't give a chance to respond. "...but then I caught smell of a prophecy, that just might be our solution." Jacquelin's smile never faltered, instead growing as she rested her chin on the inside of her palm. "Feel absolute to correct me if I'm mistaken." She looked to Alucard, who sat as composed as one could. "Of course not Jacquelin, you never are."

Like a tale as old as old as the times; Alucard spoke of the story-fated heroes destined to rescue humanity's people. The soldier, the hunter, the scholar, and the true blood. Billions of lives rested in their balance, but only if they can acquire the final piece.

"Ah...allow me to clarify. You mean to recruit one of us, in hopes that we may kill your father? Alucard I must applaud you for your bravery, disguised as stupidity." Langrené stood from the table, beginning to walk away. "You are dismissed, I'm afraid you'll have to find some other willing vampire to do your biddings. Begone."

"My daughter, do not act out with such haste. Who are we to deny any prophecy if it means our safety?" Louviers' words halted his child in her tracks, "don't be ludicrous father, I won't allow anyone of this family to die for the sake of mortals. Mother, please reason with him!"

Jacquelin sat buried beneath contemplation. Though her oldest daughter has been arranged to inherit the family's title, the decision is still her's alone to make. "Your father is right, this is not our choice to make as forces beyond have already pronounced their judgment." Her expression shifted into that of rage, had she finally grown mad in her age, Langrené could not help but think. "Then who shall it be mother? Perhaps father who does not even carry the eyes, or I, the next to inherit this legacy? Maybe you are considering Lyevre who—may I remind you—is with child? No, I'm completely deluded. It is yourself, you wish to be a savior. Don't make me laugh."

She took a long pause before answering, the room falling silent. Aside from Langrené's heavy breathing, and Trevor's incessant mumbles. "Not at all Langrené, for it is your youngest sister; (Name), who shall fulfill this pending prophecy."

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azulazenin · 4 months ago

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The Big Bad Wolf

Kinktober 2024 | Role Play: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Adrian Tepes/Alucard x Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein)

Summary: Adrian is in heat and his wife wants to indulge his fantasies

Warnings: Explicit content, (sort of) consensual non-consent. Minors DNI !

A/N: This is an extra for my story The Blackest Day and its sequel Swan Song. Be mindful that in this particular universe, Alucard was born in 1451, not 1456 like the show, and Mihaela was born in 1453. However, they are both dhampirs and they develop faster, by the time this excerpt happens they are physically, emotionally and mentally adults.

This particular piece was inspired by A Scent That Lingers. Go to read it if you're into Vlad and Lisa!

1467

Dry grass and pieces of wood branches scratched Mihaela’s bare feet as she ran around the forest, venturing deep into the wilderness, listening to the wind blowing the leaves on the high trees and a wolf howling from afar. The moon was full and the night was cold. She would have liked to stop and make a fire to warm herself up, but she didn’t have a second to spare, it would only make her fall victim to him sooner.

Him. She could hear him getting closer, the white wolf, his howling becoming louder, a clear indication that he was near, for no matter how fast she ran, Mihaela was still no match for his pace. He was going to get her, mount her and claim her as his mate, just like he said he would. There was no escaping, only delaying her inexorable fate, running until she was out of breath and her poor feet couldn’t take it anymore…

She noticed glimpses of a white figure showing through the old trees, causing her to jump scared and stop so abruptly that she fell to the ground, the stones and pine needles ripping the fabric of her skirts and opening deep scratches on her knees. Mihaela held back a scream not to draw his attention to her, but it was too late: he could scent the droplets of blood flowing from her fresh wounds, and the smell drove him crazy, it soon had him coming out of the shadow of the trees and jumping on top of her.

Mihaela fell on her back, screaming when she looked up and saw him. The wolf, its white fur brushing against her skin, its golden eyes staring at her with some primal urge and its big teeth bared as he growled, sniffing on her to make sure no other beast had tried to claim her before him. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his warm tongue licking off the blood of her knees, but when it stopped, something grabbed at her wrists to drag her away, and it weren’t paws, it were hands.

She opened her eyes and the wolf was gone, in its place stood a man, tall and pale, with beautiful, long blond hair and smooth skin. Adrian, her Adrian… but not exactly him. She remembered they were not themselves that night, she wasn’t Mihaela the dhampir princess of Styria, but a helpless, innocent damsel trying to escape her predator; he wasn’t Adrian or Alucard, the son of Dracula and prince of vampires, he was the hunter, the beast who came to mount his prey.

“No!” She whined, struggling to get rid of his strong hold on her wrists.

“Yes!” He purred, dragging her to a pile of leaves in a small depression on the soil.

Mihaela tried to crawl away when she was pushed on that nest of leaves, only to be grabbed by her ankles and pinned down by the weight of his body.

“You’re not trying to escape, are you?” He inquired in a mocking tone, one of his hands back on her wrists to hold them above her head.

“P-Please...” She sobbed, feeling his bare skin against the fabric of her nightdress. He was as naked as the day he was born. “Don’t hurt me...”

“Hurt you? I would never hurt you, my dear, I’m just gonna fuck you.”

“N-No, we c-can’t...”

“Oh, so you're telling me you don’t want me to?” He teased, getting desperate nods in return. “Liar. I can smell how aroused you are.” He pulled up her skirts, pushing her underwear aside to insert a finger inside of her. “And I can taste it.”

Adrian licked her wetness off his finger, groaning in satisfaction at her taste. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, how could her body betray her like this?

He smirked, delighting on her struggle. She was trying to kick him off of her, writhing beneath him as he ripped off her undies, making little noises of protest when he pushed his knee between her legs to spread them open and press it against her clit.

“You really expect me to believe you don’t want this when you’re dripping wet?”

Mihaela bit on her lip, attempting to make it stop quivering. She couldn’t really say he was wrong, even she could smell the juices of her arousal, and it didn’t help that she started to slowly rub her pussy against his knee.

“See? You cannot fight your own desires.” Adrian chuckled, whispering in her ear. “Don’t worry, my dear, I’ll take good care of you.”

He didn’t waste any time preparing her to take him – she was wet enough, and he was hard enough, too turned on by the chase and the little fight she put up. He released her wrists and held his cock, brushing the tip against her entrance, pushing it all the way inside her cunt at once. Beneath him, Mihaela gripped a handful of leaves and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back in need.

“Damn, woman! You are so warm...” He moaned, teeth nibbling on her shoulder. “You were made for this… for me.”

Whining, Mihaela let go of the leaves and clung to him, her nails sinking into his back as he smashed his hips against her, balls slapping against her ass and cock reaching all the right spots inside of her. All the previous noises of protest she made turned into little moans and cries for more, her sweet voice mixing with the sounds of nature around them, with the owls’ hoots and the bats’ trills, the rustling of leaves and the whistle of the wind.

Adrian’s lips parted in pleasure when he looked down on her, completely surrendered and under his mercy. He speeds up the pace, thrusting into her poor cunt mercilessly, desperately searching for the relief of his throbbing cock, dying to spill his seed inside of her. Mihaela’s state was no better, hips arching up to meet his, pleading him to fuck her harder and fill her up.

It was his last straw, to feel her walls clenching around him, creaming his dick as she begged for his cum. The sclera of his eyes went red and he grunted like an animal in heat, his hands found their way to grab her waist and keep her still as he fucked her like his life depended on it, as he pushed deeper and deeper until his tip touched her womb and he filled her with his seed.

Adrian sighed with relief, continuing to thrust into her until his cock stopped pulsing. He withdrew, but kept her legs spread for a while so he could look at his sperm leaking from her cunt. Was there ever a more appealing sight?

He finally fell on the ground, pulling her into his arms to nestle her on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, listening to her faint chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Nothing.” She giggled. “I was only thinking you were really into it.”

“As were you. Your helpless girl act was really convincing.”

“Well, what can I say? I like the idea of being actually helpless compared to you.”

Adrian laughed too, tightening his hold on her. Of course he would never do any of those things without her explicit consent, but if she liked it that much, what was the problem in indulging?

“You’re a naughty one, you know?”

“And that’s all your fault, I didn’t have these weird fantasies before I married you, you’re the one triggering it.”

He smiled at her words and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, his heart about to explode in chest with the flattery. She always knew what to say and what to do to boost his ego.

Thank the gods he married her.

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 6 months ago

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HIIII OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING. Its so comforting but also quite accurate to the character’s personality.

I wondered if u could make a part 2 of Drunk, with Adrian and the reader.

Be free with your imagination i am sure it will turn out great!

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hi anon, sorry it took me so long to answer but I had no ideas what to write for this request. 😳

My writing has changed a little since I wrote part 1 of this. Hopefully, it'll be still up to standard.

Days after the incident, Adrian was still haunted by the things he had said and might have said while inebriated. It seemed rather silly, considering you haven't mentioned anything about that night, kind as you were. However, the son of Dracula was shaken after exposing himself to you, in more ways than one.

At the memory of him practically showing his naked chest in your face whilst rambling drunkenly about his loneliness, he could feel his face warming up. He undoubtedly has that unflattering shade of pink on his right now. Adrian lifted his chin from his steepled fingers, pressing his forehead against them instead. Instead of moping behind the wooden table, he should be making dinner as he watched bits of dust dancing in the last rays of evening sun streaming through the Tudor windows.

At this moment, you're probably getting both their beds ready for the night. Pulling back the bedspread and making a fire in the fireplace. You made a habit of slipping a stem of lavender from the garden and putting it under the pillows. He can hear you fussing about it, even though you're one floor higher. The dhampir's senses were finely attuned to your every breath and every movement. It came to the point where it was torturous. He wasn't just trying to dull away the pain of his past, but these pressing feelings as well.

Damn him, again and again, he's becoming attached to people only to be left every time. No doubt you will leave too, once you're able to. He'll be nothing but a fond memory...

"How's the dinner? I hope there'll be someplace left on the stove for teap-"

He's dragged away from his gloomy thoughts by the sudden sound of your voice nearing the door. You stopped mid-sentenced when you saw him sitting at the kitchen table, instead of working at the stove. He felt an immediate pang of guilt.

"Apologies I've seem to be a bit addle-brained today."

Adrian offered an apology as he started pulling the cutlery from its hooks. Hopefully with his back turned and his hands occupied, you won't notice his rather obvious fluster.

"Ah, it's alright," you waved him off in a placating manner as you rounded the table towards him. "Head still spinning from the vine, I see." you teased him as he made a fire in the stove, almost making him set his brows on fire.

As you walked past him, you gently put your hand on his back to make him step away. A whisper of a touch, yet he was tingling all over, his heart beating irregularly.

He clutched the edges of the stove, ignoring the rising heat. It can't go on like this. He has to do something.

You prepared the dinner in relative silence. You chopped mushrooms as he prepared pastry into small pans. Soon, bulky savory tarts were pulled out of the stove. He watched you wolf down four tarts in the row, while his plate was left neglected, safe for the few pokings with the fork.

"Adrian?"

His head snapped to you at the sound of your voice. He noticed you were looking at him in concern.

"What is it? You've been spaced out for days now." It was your turn to study your plate as you mumbled, "Is it...about the kiss?"

He was definitely blushing now. Adrian took a generous gulp of water from his chalice as he contemplated his answer.

"Yes and no."

You looked at him in confusion and he sighed in resignation.

"I'm sorry...my friend. The thing is..." He caressed the grooves in the ground glass. Would she even understand? What kiss meant to him?

"There have been several attempts in my life. There have been people who stayed in this castle pretending to be my friend and then turning on me as soon as I became vulnerable."

Adrian closed his eyes momentarily, chasing away the tainted memory of their hands coiling around him like vines of a poisonous plant. The pleasure, and the pain. So, so much pain... He opened his eyes and there were your eyes, filled with some much tenderness he had to suppress the urge to look away again.

"But last night, you didn't... and you could, easily so."

"I'd never-"

"I know, I know," he gently cut you off by putting his hand over yours. Your palm was much warmer than his, dainty fingers covered completely by his long ones.

"Believe it or not, but you singlehandedly restored a great deal of my hope in humanity. What once had been destroyed..."

He hasn't allowed his mind to wander to dark places, not this time.

"I don't mean to bring up such depressing subjects. But when one leads a life such as mine, you tend to... figure some things out."

"Things?" You carefully prompted, pity overrun by curiosity at last.

Adrian smiled in a self-deprecating fashion. "Well, for example, I have now discovered that in this entire world, I only have one close friend. You are my only solace, the only person that I can talk to regularly."

There was Trevor and Sypha, of course, but they found solace in one another, something deeper than friendship. Adrian understood now, what those feelings meant. His next words were full of emotion.

"I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't know if more demons will come and I'll be forced to fight them off. I don't know if the world will end tomorrow... and that used to not bother me. I used to not mind the idea of death. To slip into the quiet sleep..."

He trailed off, and you squeezed his fingers in encouragement. He squeezed yours right back, so you know he's not spiraling again.

"However, whatever courage I have towards that cause always sours at the thought of what comes after. What does come after do you think?"

You looked over his shoulder in contemplation, you traveled places far away from here, no doubt. Thankful you're entertaining his silly musings, Adrian patiently awaits your response.

"I'd like to think it's a place where I meet all my loved ones once more." You gave him a warm smile.

He chuckles at that. "Interesting response."

"What about you? What do you think?"

Adrian shook his head, golden locks tumbling over his shoulders, "As I said, the fear of not knowing that is the only thing that kept me alive for quite some time. But now, now that I've spent some time with you, it allowed me to clear my mind of that sort of dangerous thought. I think I may have an answer, maybe not a very good one but..."

He gingerly trails his hand from yours to the curve of your elbow and you let him. He leans closer, tone bordering on a soft whisper as he looks into your eyes.

"It doesn't matter what comes next, that shouldn't dictate our actions while we are still here. If you want something, chase it." He puts the other hand on your cheek, making his intentions clear with his actions and his words. Carefully, so you can pull away at any time.

Please don't.

"You have allowed me, to come to this mindset," he sighs. "The thought that what I want is worthwhile to pursue. So I will pursue that which I want. I will pursue... you."

It is evident that his words left you speechless. You stare at him with your mouth slightly parted. Adrian lets out a small breathless chuckle.

Is it really that shocking? After our lips have already become acquainted?

"I know...I know that I'm... half human, half vampire, so at the very least I know it can work, but it's up to you, really." His thumb caressed your cheekbone, "I will continue to pursue you for as long as you allow me."

He can see your eyes glistening with emotion, and he hoped his words touched the part of your soul he wanted them to. However you still haven't said a word and Adrian needs you to voice your desires, or lack thereof, directly.

"I bid you command me now. My devotion is solely placed at your feet. I truly cherish you. Every step you take and breath you breathe."

You close your eyes and choke back a sob as he places one small kiss on your forehead.

With a voice clogged up with emotion, you finally release him from his torment.

"I... would love... nothing more... than to be pursued by you." You say as you give him a watery smile.

He lets out a relieved sigh as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Then pursue you I shall."

It takes only a moment for the atmosphere to change around you. With hunger, you never saw in his eyes, he whispers to you hoarsely.

"Come here, you..."

The kiss is devoid of any sweetness the first one had. This one is full of fire and blood and passion that takes your breath away. You don't have time to react as he pulls you to his lap. His kiss goes down your throat and settles in your belly like a fine liquor.

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missvaseline · 5 days ago

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Deal under the Blue Moon: Chapter 3/3 (Alucard X Reader)

He'll grant the witch access to the secrets and knowledge she craves, but there is always a price- especially a dhampir who claims he hasn't eaten in forever.

Read Previous: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

This is NSFW(18+) with an inclusion of a podfic (TTS) that's optional to listen to as well. (triggers in this chapter: bartering for sex, sassy Alucard, cunnilingus, hate fucking, creampie) This story doesn't have any sort of description of the reader- I left it intentionally vague without using inserts(Y/N, Reader, etc.) so then it doesn't disturb the tone of the story.

The day was spent learning and filling her head with the already complex alchemic steps that would be the foundations of her own work. He at least delivered what was promised and she kept a notebook and a quill tucked to her side fo new notes that he had demonstrated only for her then to be engrossed in The Emerald Tablet that he had lent her for the rest of her stay. When she had awoken, the book was to her side, splayed open with her thumb between the pages as she fell asleep reading it. Her eyes shifted to the clock and cursed, realizing that he may as well come strolling through her room asking her for another payment in sex. He had at least cooked dinner and kept her well fed during her stay which she was thankful for… yet..

She laments about the circumstance as she sat up and closed the book beside her. Alucard for how crude he really was, gave her a pleasure that wasn’t realized even with her closest relations. It was true and she’d be damned if she’d ever admit it, especially to him. She hated how sharp his tongue sliced through her self esteem and felt shame for even feeling a bit turned on from the tongue lashings.. both figuratively and literally. She hated that he appeared hauntingly easy on her eyes, so much so that he had caught her gaze lingering on him a few times last evening. Fortunately he failed to mention it at the moment.

All she had to do was last just a few weeks, even if it meant her cunt would be bent out of shape. She at least prayed he didn’t have the libido he suggested, or could at least spare her a few days of rest. He hadn’t penetrated her yet and she could’t imagine what twisted estacy that would be like to the shock of his tongue making her damn near conjure spirits through the cursing that spilled out of her lips yesterday.

The sorceress gathers herself out of bed, haphazardly pacing to the restroom. And for the morning, she was left to her devices surprisingly enough until she smelled food wafting through the thick door of her bedroom and her stomach lurched out of hunger. She quietly opens the door to see a plate of toast, eggs and beans and a folded dress. Again.

He had beckoned her out without even his mere presence to offer.

Yet.. She had eaten it. And dressed herself. She was sitting on the bed, her eyes skimming the hermetics tablet as she sat in her room.

More like waiting for him to come up to her door to fuck her at this point. As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the castle walls, a familiar knock echoed through the witch's chamber. Alucard stood in the hallway, his expression unreadable as he waited for her to emerge. The dress was too high up her thighs again and her breasts spilled from its rather light support but fuck it. It doesn’t matter. She was knee deep into this transaction already.

“Ready for your lesson, witch?”

His voice was devoid of any trace of the previous night's intimacy, cool and businesslike as if nothing transpired. Unlike her, where her mind was drowning of the event much like her cunt yesterday and how it was sprawled over the velvet chair “You can’t keep doing this everyday."She gruffed through the carefully carved door.

“Do what?” He calls back with an innocent lilt to his voice, “Teach? What kind of question is that?”

Alucard’s lips spread into a smirk that was unseen from the opposite side of the heavy door.

She sighs and stomps to the door to open it, only to gasp as she sees him and his arms crossed along his chest, his ankle locked with the other while he leaned on the frame of the door. That wasn’t the problem, it was his attire- underneath his cloak simply had him without anything other than the dark fabric draping over his shoulders and the pants that hid his lower half. And the god forsaken V line that was thinly hidden by the shadows be damned.

A deep chuckle snapped her gaze back to his eyes, clearly amused by the witch’s flustered reaction to his casual display of nudity. His golden eyes twinkled with mischief as he pushed himself off the door frame, taking a step closer to her, deliberately closing the distance between them.

“What was the question? It seems last night's activities dulled your mind." He extended his hand, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Unless, of course, you’ve changed your mind about our arrangement?"

“I hadn’t. I was simply asking if your needs had to be quenched everyday.”

Eyes trained themselves from lingering too far down at the muscled chest peaking between his cloak and from tracing the scar that was over it.

“Are you asking me this because you can’t keep up? Because that’s what it sounds like. I thought you had enough power for more than a day, now I’m starting to question if you even have the energy to wield the knowledge I’m giving you in the first place. If offering yourself everyday is too hard, you could venture out to see how difficult it would be finding other sources of alchemical knowledge that supersedes my own. I’m sure that’s easier in comparison, right?”

His gaze saunters down to her as he sarcastically drawled. Though he was serious.

Her eye twitched in irritation before rolling them behind lids.

“You’re a dhampir, you naturally have more stamina… I’m not used to this sort of thing.”

A low, throaty chuckle thrummed in the air at the sight of the witch's flustered state, finding her futile attempts to resist his allure rather endearing.

“Oh my dear… are you nervous?"

He takes another step, as if closing her in with his presence the words purred from his lips as a predator plays with its prey.

“After last night? How could you be?” He asked.

Technically, she shouldn't have been nervous. It was something that she had yet to control, if it all. Yet, her words sat lumped on her tongue behind her teeth as she pondered a response that would be equitable to his. And in the end, none of it would matter. She would still be fucked by the end of the night.

"I… Let's just continue." She breathed out her reluctant surrender to the given events.

“Very well,” Alucard’s voice took on a more serious tone as he gestured for her to follow him. “The second lesson in alchemy is the art of observation. The world reveals its secrets to those who are willing to truly see. Come now.”

The breath she held in her chest finally gave way in obvious relief that she was going through another lesson. She remained trained on him as much as possible as he guided her through what it meant to observe her environment.

Yet... her inner gaze couldn't remove itself from her.

Palms pulsed and trembled out of strain from writing over dozens of papers that would likely be haphazardly stacked for tomorrow's use. She finally places her quill down, her gaze eyeing the low supply of ink before she suddenly sees a replacement placed before her by pale, long fingers.

"...you must've not had any room for more than one ink bottle at a time on your journey here, I assume?"

He teased, folding his arms across his chest while keeping his glinting eyes on her form. She could feel his eyes grating over her breasts but she ignored her gut edging her to look up to him. She feigned her indifference, though he could hear her rising heartbeat.

"I was doubtful I'd even find you here, let alone that you'd even be willing to teach me." His expression remained impassive as he observed the witch while she wrote the last fragments of her notes.

"You can still write to your heart's content with the knowledge stored within these walls. Unless you can't afford ink?"

Her knuckles grew white as she squeezed her palms while reading over her notes, not bothering to spare him a glance.

"You think I'm a pauper?" She hissed as the thick paper between her fingers flickered and trembled to her shaking palms. It was an echo from the time before

“Did I say that, witch?"

"It shouldn't mean much either way, You know, with how much I'm offering to give you for your… exchange?”

She nearly bit her lip until it bled, until she could see red. He was teasing her for whatever reason and she couldn't grasp why. She abruptly stands, her gaze staring beams into the notes before her until she stacked them for the next day and agonized as to why this dhampir even had sights on poking and prodding her!?

"Whenever do you shut the fuck up is beyond me." And to her words, his mirth made her all the more livid.

"I've been here for quite awhile, keeping myself company. Of course I'm going to take the opportunity to jest.... Who is really here with the heavy heart?"

The witch quickly turned her gaze to Alucard, her brows furrowed with anguish as she contemplated getting one nab in before stopping herself seeing that he was taking her notes in hand and reading them with a one sided grin. A short chortle slipped through his chest before he calmly took the stack of notes and paced over to his own desk within the library.

"Hey..? What are you-"

"-Keeping them safe witch... or Would you rather them tumble from the desk and my boots scraping at the ink and abandoning all of the hard work you've been writing for?”

She gawked at him for a moment, dazed and confused about his reply. It was only when he sauntered to her, until she found herself backing away from him until her heels made contact with the wooden legs of her desk, that she felt her gut squirming to be free.

"You haven't grown shy after a mere night, have you?”

He approached her slowly, his movements predatory, yet controlled and graceful. A hand grazed her cheek, and a dab of longing enmeshed in his eyes before he abruptly retreated back into a stoic state.

“You'll need to be comfortable with your own body before you can manipulate it. Unless of course, this is what you witches crave.”

A playful tone wisps from his lips as he watched the sorceress’ discomfort as if trying to mentally peel her flesh, and it was indeed- working, the way his piercing eyes gazed at her. She nearly snorted at him for the assumption.

"I'm just surprised from yesterday."

“Are you still sore..? You wound my pride." His lips formed into a smirk that felt dangerous before tilting his head,

“Or perhaps you’re just playing coy. Either way- you’re too adorable."

"I'm surprised you'd have a sharp tongue but bend on your knees." She leaned on one of the mahogany desks, crossing her foot over her ankle. "I didn't think that's what you meant when you said you were hungry. Quite the talented twat muncher you are. I hope you like that sort of shit." Suddenly he craned before her, his glowing gaze peering into the doors of her soul before the breath from his low laugh blew over her lips.

“You bark but part your thighs and then deprecate pussy juice everywhere- what are you other than a bitch in heat?”

She was cornered, her thighs brushing up against the velvet upholstery of the desk, making her heart thrum harder. Her breath bated. Whatever was left of the moonlight that could slip into the room through draped windows blanket themselves around them. It was a spotlight to her entrapment. A checkmate to their game.

It was a dawning that made her eyes dry as she tried to see all that she could, to figure out what he was doing. Before she could react, he had shifted her ass over the tall desk arms caging her in. The breaths she finally took were weak attempts to still herself. The mahogany desk echoed her tremors as the silence overtook them.

“If you’re so eager to get this over with, then say the word instead of this dance that you’re failing at.”

His whispers were like a rhythm she couldn’t stop herself from humming to. She didn’t know if it was his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, or the leather that kissed her thighs as his hips sat between them.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you quiver with anticipation. Truly, you are a walking contradiction.”

Suddenly her head jerked back by her tresses, the veins in her neck revealing themselves as untapped fissures of nourishment. But for which sort of nourishment, Alucard had yet to know himself.

“-Then get this over with instead of this flirting-” She hisses through gritted teeth as her upper body struggles to remain upright and not splayed pathetically over the cool polished wood. his fingers within her hair tightened.

“Such a bold statement for someone who is between a desk and a vampire. Are all witches this brazen? Or is it just you?”

He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against her chest as her fingers found purchase on his shoulders in a desperate attempt to steady herself. A squeak left her in shock as she felt the warm press of his tongue swiping across her jaw before nipping down at her neck. The moan that echoed shortly after was quickly followed by a gasp.

“Shut up!”

It came out more like a desperate plea. Maybe to get on with it… or maybe to hurry up and give it to her. A suddeb burn and pull to her scalp when her head was tilted back further. Open-mouthed kisses rain down her nape while the dhampir rubbing his hardened cock against her, tugged at the weak fabric of her breast. The kettle that held her emotions simmered as if wanting to release all of the pent up feelings she has suppressed. And to that, he reveled in it. In her vulnerability, savoring the taste of her skin as his fangs kiss against her flesh.

“Tell me to stop. Go on, I dare you.” Her body jolts under the press of his arousal against the thin fabric of her panties underneath this god forsaken short dress-

“And what are you going to do? Bite me?”

Yet she knew she wasn’t going to say stop. The witch just wanted to know. He pulled away from her nape, staring down at her once more as he held her hair. She had since relented, her spine trembled from the shock of the cold on the surface she’s laid over. Though, there was a growing hearth of lust deep within her.

“...You’ll have to see, won’t you.”

The purr left her reeling before she felt the press of his lips to hers. She expected this to be colder, more absent from life than this. A transaction that held no appeal to her. But to her it was a spark that nearly caused her to jolt away as if it was a burning skillet to her skin. His lips moved, dancing with hers in a hypnotic rhythm that left her breathless when he parted. Just like that, the growing bud of her arousal bloomed; a growing yearn coiled at her pelvis.

Lips relent from speaking her deepest desires before they curled between her teeth as the pads of cool fingers graze the hidden clit underneath her panties. Her mouth grows ajar in a silent groan. The touch eased some of the tension that has been well growing since the start of the morning.

“I wonder how much cum this can take-” Fingers sliver lower where her pulsing hole resided and the dampness that pooled there. The delicate spine of her back arches as she felt the sharpest, sting of pleasure against her clit again when his fingers rebounded.

“Fuck…” Alucard groans into her nape before suckling on the skin as her clit pulsated at the light touches of his fingers. His hips churn against her thigh, almost against his own will as he felt the painful tightness of his pants.

Dribble was running at the corners of her mouth as she was salivating over the moment as if it were a feast that held all of her desires. A stunted mewl left her lips and with precision, he tore at the weak straps of her dress and allowed her breasts to fall from its clasps. Pants fanned in the air beneath him as slick uncomfortably pooled past the canal of her glutes. Her thighs ceded from gating him any further as his lips pressed on the hardened bead of her nipple.

“Ahhh, ngh--” She gasps as if cool water struck her, her body wretching at the delicate feeling of his tongue lapping at her tit. And just as quickly, Alucard’s fingers deftly slid under the thin fabric that veiled her sobbing pussy before he rubbed at her clit in rhythmic circles as he suckled at her pebbled nipple. Her gasps and moans filled the library again as her pelvis, god forbid, tilted up for more contact.

The fingers grazing her scalp slipped away to cup tightly at her untouched breast, as if to make her cry out more before he greedily lapped at it as well. Leather creaked and whined while finding himself grinding into her while his fingers played at her clit like a symphony.

“Gods, this feels good..” She hisses as her moans slip away from her like sand in the palm of her hands. Her palms slipped at the corner of the desk, against velvet and wood alike as she struggled to hold herself in place.

“It can get better, darling.” His chortle vibrated before he kissed at her nipple and leaned up. Thighs tremble feeling the damp haphazardly pulling her panties away and throwing them into the dark corner of the library.

“Just you wait.”

She lurched up, her palms behind her and splayed onto the desk as she panted as she felt his tongue graze down her stomach. The muscles at her pelvis twitch and convulse in anticipation before she cries out to his pressing against her pearl. All of the puritan ideals she held just moments ago were flung out of the window as she quickly slipped her fingers against the soft wavy golden locks between her thighs.

He smirks before gently tugging the hood back over her clit to admire how he engorged her from his skills as a cunny connoisseur. With a soft laugh, he delves back in, his tongue swiping up the sides of her bud and into her tight hole that was already leaking with anticipation.

He was lapping at places that she never even surmised he could discover. The sharp pleasure made her jolt, her back arch, her lips quiver with shaky breaths and moans and her heart raced and pelted in her chest as it felt almost too close to nirvana. It felt like she was getting too close to the sun and he was lapping her into defeat. He groans out before his tongue dips into her hole to collect the nectar between her folds before slipping up to lap egregiously against her hardened nub again.

“O-Oh fuck-!” She breathed, finding the stimulation so much so, she couldn’t keep still. He keeps her captive as he cages her thighs between his arms, flicking his tongue before he felt the signature tremors of her cunt signaling for an orgasm.

Then he stopped.

And she gave a disappointed groan before she lay flat on the table, her eyes widened as she stared at the same ceiling she did yesterday.

It was deja vu, except she wasn’t at all satiated. He stands up after taking a swift tongue lick at her hole before pulling up to stand before her.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? Begging for it..” The growl he elicits almost makes her legs part wider, seemingly doing just as he stated. And then the belt buckle chimed as he began to remove his pants, right when he slides his pants down his thighs is when her eyes flicker down.

Before she could even see it, he craned before her, hiding her view.

“What? Is it too petite?” She chortled as she still had to gather her breath.

He responded back with laughter before she was abruptly flipped onto her stomach, a stranded large tomb that was left on the desk was quickly placed underneath her pelvis to tilt her hips higher. Her feet sway just above the ground as her legs kick to find the surface. His palm slips over her bare ass, hiking the hem of the dress up.

And her breath lurched out of her chest.

A thick warmth pressed against her ass as she suddenly found her nails scraping against the mahogany, trying to find leverage somewhere, anywhere-

“Is it, Witch? Hmm, You tell me.”

He murmurs, his chest pressing against her shoulder blades before he adjusts himself, leaning up to remove his cloak.

The wisp to the floor made her ears perk, glancing back to view the immaculate orchestra of muscle right behind her. He nearly gives her a dismissive glance, save for the subtle smirk.

His hips snapped to her ass, a stuttered sob pushed out of her chest as she felt the uncomfortable stretch of her cunt. She felt so full, she could feel the tip of his cock pushing and fighting for any more room at the other side of her entrance. She trembled as her nails slipped and gnawed at the wooden surface all the while haphazardly steadying herself.

“Well.. go on? Is it?” He hissed against the shell of her ear as his hips retracted and snapped forward again, her back arched so hard, she was staring at the stone ceiling, the chandeliers and the flickers of moonlight pressed and reflecting against them. Alucard groaned as his gaze flickered down to the ring of slick forming at the base of his cock.

Faint crescent-shaped marks littered the mahogany surface she was propped against as she arched her back, trying in vain to escape the delicious onslaught as his large intrusion began to fill her to the brim. An ache formed deep within her core as she felt stretched beyond her limits. But it wasn't an uncomfortable ache any longer. It was one that made her cunt pull for him more by the second. One that, if she could, she would push her hips out for more. More.

It felt so good, tears welled in her eyes as she clung to the edge of sanity, her body a tempest of raw, unfiltered pleasure as if finally free.

Rigid muscles strum against his back and shoulder blades with every hungry thrust. Their skin slick with a sheen of sweat while bracing on the weight of his arms for his hips to work their magic against hers.

Cries of exquisite agony and euphoria from the depths of her couldn’t stop. Slick dripped down between their ramming hips, dabbling to the wooden floorboards as her breathing grew to panicked exhalations. Her cries bled into sobs that filled the night as he pumped his hips harder before drawing back to the tip of his cock and throwing his hips forward again. Slaps echoed in the room with quick succession.

“Oh calm down, it's not that big of a cock is it?” He sneered.

Suddenly he pulled out, making her gasp loudly. He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto the flat of the desk before quickly leaning down to press his lips against hers before she could protest. The desk was now warm against her back. His palm pressed against her breast as he lined his cock to her entrance pushing again with haste, both of them groaning in unison.

“Sh-shut- ah, fuck-”

She could barely sound her words before he pushed her knees to her chest and pulled her hips with every snap.The angle was new, the pressure exquisite as he hit the deepest abandon within her core that sent her spiraling into another dimension damn near. Earlier protest molds into nothing but incoherent whimpers as he pounded into her, his thrusts now a blur of motion, a relentless assault on her senses.

The bookshelves, the walls, Alucard- everything spun around her in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as her body moved in perfect harmony with his. And strangely, each brutal thrust was shuffling her closer and closer to an orgasm. She groans out and his lips push against hers again, his fingers slipping down to rub at her clit as if he could tell she was close.

The muscles that ring her cunt squeeze him tighter and deep groans echo louder above her, his hair spilling down to her as he grinds his hips, his pace slowly growing uneven.

“ngh, You fucking like that?”

“- yes..!”

The witch sobbed as she suddenly felt her resolve snap to the orgasm that thrummed in her body, her back arches before she felt Alucard’s strong arms wrap at her as his hips snap three more times before he cries out. A warm pressure floods her as they both pant, their bodies tangled over the mangled desk that they hadn’t even realized went ajar out of its original position. And there, she panted. Her eyes glazed over with the mist of sex. And all the thought she had drained from her as she bobbed in the ocean of her orgasm. She really couldn’t hear for a moment, a vibrant brand of tinnitus hummed in her ears as her sight melded into the darkness of the sharp angles of the ceiling and the unlit chandelier that peppered with some of moonlight. Golden tresses pressed against her cheek as Alucard breathed and held her, pushing his hips into her again. Spilling more of his spunk within her.

And then, from the ocean she weaved in, she was spit out, slithering onto the beach with the lap of the waves. Each shaky breath filled her with the sense of being present to what was even happening.

And then she remembered that she was still laying on her desk, her dress in tatters, tresses spilled over the mahogany, cum trickling down her thighs as her cunt began to gush of its warmth, and that she was panting egregiously.

"Ah.." The sorceress meekly whimpered through pants, "Wh..."

She swallowed before lightly clearing her throat.

"What is the next alchemic lesson for today?"

Her glossy eyes was trained on the ceiling as her mind felt blank. For once she wasn’t met with cruel or sarcastic words.

Alucard gazed down at the witch’s limp form, and surprise painted him as he took in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. It seems the “slutty cunny connoisseur” was right.

“Patience, witch. The alchemic arts cannot be rushed.”

His voice was surprisingly gentle, the harsh edge replaced by a tenderness that even he wasn't used to.

She found herself pressed to his chest while he scooped her up from the table into his arms. He was so seamless in his strength, it felt as though he was hovering out of the library and into the dark halls that met and hugged them with silence. Only the whispers of fabric talked between them before he turned into a room. It wasn’t hers, so she surmised it was probably his. She expected him to put her on the sofa within the room, but he didn’t. He slipped her into bed.

She expected him then, to sleep on the sofa himself. He didn’t.

He laid beside her, pulled the heavy comforter to their shoulders and his glowing eyes peered into hers. She would’ve spoken if she wasn’t so sex ridden. To her surprise, he wasn’t so cruel. He would likely keep fucking her like this for gods knows how long.

“Rest.Your next lesson will continue in the morning.”

No, she surmised, he’s just.. lonely.

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wh1msic4lwasab1 · 7 months ago

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𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩⋆

synopsis: being alone in the woods isn’t a great idea, but your village is in dire need for a savior, and who better to give you salvation than the sleeping soldier of Wallachia

tags: mentions of blood, violence, vampiric trancing, vulgar, explicit, fingering

wrd cnt: 1.5k

a/n: first ever castlevania fic w my favorite bbg

You didn’t support what happened to that poor woman. Lisa Tepes, the wife of Dracula Tepes.

Your town was always weary of the church, and the rumors of witchcraft. Fools, you said. Wherever there is a competent women, there must be witches?

The warning from the sky sent the entire country into a panic, soon enough your ears heard whispers rustling through the forest about a sleeping soldier, a savior who would end the terror of the night and vanquish Dracula and his army of demons.

No one was brave enough, but you were tired enough. Tired of locking the shutters so tight not even a sliver of moonlight could peak in, tired of sleeping so soundly not a single devil could hear your breathe, tired of the constant fear that bathed your body in a ghastly feeling.

But- there was so much to lose. The rumors- sightings of the creatures that stalks the sky’s, killing anyone who dares to venture out after dark.

You’ll sleep on it, but not for long.

….

You can hardly sleep with all the noise. The noise?

The shutters fly off the walls of your home almost fantastically, but not as loudly as the first scream of a mother. You weren’t safe any longer, and you had to make a decision now.

As you huddle in your home, praying for the dawn to come in a matter of seconds, you hear the second screams of your neighbors outside.

You know what it means - the monsters have come for your village. With your heart pounding in your chest, you grab a weapon, cross, bundle of garlic, and flee into the woods, hoping to escape the unspeakable horrors that stalk the earth.

As you run through the forest, tripping over roots and branches, you realize that you're lost. But you don't have time to worry about that right now. All that matters is getting away. You follow a particular light and hope it’s a fire, but you stumble upon a cabin, hidden deep in the woods. You dash towards it, hoping to find shelter.

The door swings open as you bash your shoulder in.

As you pant like a dog on the floorboards, you move your hair back behind your shoulders and survey the room.

Inside, you find the space lit by flickering candles. As you catch your breath and get up, you notice a strange object in the corner of the room - a coffin.

Almost in slow motion, you watch. A figure rises from inside, his eyes glowing in the dim light and his ears pointed, partly covered by his lengthy almost platinum hair.

'Alucard,' you whisper, your voice trembling. You've heard the tales of the sleeping soldier, a creature who is neither alive nor dead, son of Dracula and the Prince.

As Alucard approaches you, you can see his teeth, long and sharp, glinting in the light. You know what he is - a monster, just like the ones that have been hunting you. But as you look into his eyes, something strange happens. You don't feel fear anymore. Instead, you feel something else - something of warmth, something almost symphonic.

'You're not like them,' you say, your voice still but a whisper. 'You're different.'

“And you are?” He asks.

“Y/n-…That’s my name.”

“And why have you woken me, Y/n”. He says sternly, reminding you of the fact.

As you stand there, face to face, you can't help but feel a strange connection to him. You stutter as you try to find the right words to explain yourself.

'I-I was running from the monsters,' you say, your voice shaking. 'I didn't know where to go, and I saw your cabin. I just needed a place to hide.'

Alucard studies you for a moment, his glowing eyes never leaving your face. You can feel your heart racing as he steps closer to you, closing the distance between you. You can smell his strange, intoxicating scent, a mix of something sweet and something earthy. It's a smell that you can't quite place, but it fills your senses and makes your head swim.

'And what makes you think I'm any different from the monsters you were running from?' he asks, his voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words to explain what you're feeling. 'I don't know,' you admit. 'I just... I don't feel afraid of you. I feel safe.'

Alucard's expression changes at your words, and he takes another step closer to you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you find yourself drawn to him, unable to look away. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

'You shouldn't feel safe around me,' he says, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I am a vampire, and you are full of blood that I can hear at this very moment coursing in and out of your heart like a little rabbit’.

Alucard's eyes darkened at the mention of blood, and he looked at you hungrily. You couldn't help but feel a little scared, but at the same time, there was something thrilling about being so close to a creature of the night. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as he leaned in closer, hoping he could hear it, his lips just a breath away from yours.

'I could take it all, you know,' he said, his voice low and menacing. 'I could drain you dry and leave you here to rot. Like a vampire.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry with fear and excitement. 'But you won't,' you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Alucard smirked, his fangs glinting in the light. 'No, I won't,' he said. 'Because for some reason, I find myself intrigued by you, Y/n. I want to know more about you, and what makes you different from the other humans I've encountered.'

With that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped at the sudden contact, your body trembling with desire. You had never experienced anything like this before, and you couldn't help but wonder what had come over you.

Alucard's tongue explored your mouth, tasting every inch of you. You could feel his fangs brushing against your lips, and it only served to heighten your pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the kiss grew more intense, feeling his hair envelope you.

As you kissed, you could feel yourself growing weaker, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before Alucard's thirst took over. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away. There was something about him that drew you in, something that made you feel alive.

Finally, Alucard broke the kiss, his eyes glowing with desire. 'I need to taste you, Y/n,' he whispered, his voice husky with need. 'I can't resist it any longer.'

You nodded, unable to speak. You knew what he was asking for, and you were more than willing to give it to him. Alucard's lips found your neck, and he bit down gently, his fangs piercing your skin. You cried out in pleasure, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that you had never experienced before.

As Alucard drank from you, you could feel yourself growing weaker, but it was a weakness that you welcomed. You had never felt so alive, so desired, and you knew that this was something that you would never forget.

And what followed was even more unforgettable.

As Alucard drank from you, you could feel the pleasure coursing through your veins. 'Don't stop,' you whispered, your voice barely audible. 'I don't want this to end.' Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he continued to drink.

Finally, Alucard pulled away, leaving a small wound on your neck, licking it gently to console you. You slumped against him, completely spent. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing in beside you.But he wasn't done with you yet. His hand began to explore your body, tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver with delight. You looked up at him, your eyes heavy with desire. 'Do you want this? Taken by a Dhampir?' he asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

'More than anything,' you replied, his eyes dark with desire. His fingers found their way between your legs, teasing you until you were begging for more. You gasped as he slid a finger inside you, causing your body to arch off the bed with pleasure. He began to move his finger in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster as he curled them up.

'Oh, God,' you cried out, your body on fire with desire. You had never felt anything like this before. And then, he added a second finger, stretching you wider.

‘The Gods are not here to save you. I am.’ He whispered.

You cried out with pleasure, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. 'Don't stop,' you begged, your voice ragged with pleasure.

‘You’re quite demanding, could have fooled me.” He says, ‘If I help you- when I help you, we’d do good to stick together’.

Shit, you just remembered, the whole reason you left was to get help. Now you’re about to fuck the help.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

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kkeidawrites · 3 months ago

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Darkened Halls

Day 24 of Blacktober! Enjoy from your lovely sick writer!

CW: suggestive mature themes

The wind pushed and pulled the trees, some threatening to rip from their roots as the rain pelted on the branches, easily snapping them off the limbs to the wet ground below.

The cloaked body was taking the time to escape the harsh weather, boots crushing the mud from below their feet. It seemed that they were following a set path through the cluttered forest of trees and shrubs, their hands tucked away in gloves tightening the cloak around their more closely to their body.

Pushing back the brushes that were leading to where they needed to go were as high as their chest when they parted them to step through.

Their eyes look up to see the place that they were looking for and smile.

As the thunderstorm hailed in a heinous fury, it didn’t stop the individual from wanting to go to this magnificent hidden treasure that no mere human would ever think of approaching.

In the middle of the raging storm there it sat: a castle, so tall and jagged that one would think that by touching it they would be cut from the sharp edges it beheld.

The stone steps were not slippery enough to not walk on and the individual made their way up to the tall double doors that awaited the entrance.

Pushing the doors open, they were met with an opulent hallway, plush red carpets and lit candles that littered the ceiling and hanging candleliers. Two sets of stairs spiral to the next level of the castle and the individual makes their ascent to be met with a long dark hallway.

It would seem that the light here couldn’t reach this level of the castle as the person makes their way down the concourse.

Doors were closed as they passed, each one perhaps concealing a rare glimpse of the unknown but, to the exploring character it was not what they needed to look into.

Once they reached the end of the hallway, there was a thump sound that sounded from behind them and they stilled in place.

The thump is heard again, this time much louder and closer than the first but, they still don’t move a muscle.

“A visitor?” A baritone voice is heard as their voice slithers to the individual’s left ear and then a hand is cupping the undercut of their chin.

“In my castle? You must have not heard the stories of this place. Yet, somehow,” fingers dance under their chin and light grasps their neck, nails so sharp it could cut them without even flicking his wrist.

“You are here. I am quite impressed.” He chuckles as his hand quickly leaves their neck. A breath is left from the character’s lips and in turn they dig into their cloak, searching for something.

Pulling out a small pouch, they held it out for the voice behind them and heard a confused sound emit from him.

“I have received the spice that you were looking for, I can’t believe you made me go out in this storm and buy this.” The woman’s voice is revealed along with her pulling back her hood.

Black curls swish from side to side as she looked up at him with a pointed look. Her full lips were fully pouted and her hips were jutted in a stance that showed she was upset with him.

“But Y/n-“

“No, Alucard! Do you know that this entire sack costed ten pieces of silver? Ten! I had to haggle the shopkeeper to get such a cheap price.” She exclaims shaking the bag in frustration as her lover holds up his hands in defense.

The dhampir son of Dracula is rendered to a stutter as his little love fusses at him. He had promised to come with her to the nearby town for some ingredients for dinner that they were making together.

“I didn’t actually think you would go out and get it, and I also didn’t think it was going to storm so harshly either. I’m sorry Y/n.” He helps her pull off the heavily soaked cloak and folds it over his right arm.

“Fine. I forgive you,” she pouts and crosses her arms.

“But, to make up for it, you need to put this oregano in the pot and cook the rest of dinner. With MY supervision, I will not have another meal where everything I eat has no taste.” She scolds lightly and Alucard grabs the bag of spice.

“Very well. I really wished you had waited for me, dear I worry for your safety.” He says and takes her brown, hand in his, pulling her closer.

His lips find hers as they embrace and Y/n wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands roams through his long blonde hair and pulls away when she looked up and pulls on his blonde beard, rubbing the soft hair.

“So handsome, will you be getting rid of this anytime soon?” She asks.

“Not this week.” He says. Y/n hums and smiles wickedly.

“Perfect. Keep it a little longer, you look so pretty like this.” He smirks at her as she said this and brings her closer to his chest, a fanged grin bringing tingles down her body.

“Oh? Do I?” He asks his hands running down her back and cupping her bottom.

“Mmhmm, but right now we have dinner to work on and I am most certainly looking forward to eating this dinner.” She tells him and grabs his left hand pulling him in the direction of the kitchen and Alucard rubs his beard.

“Will you get on top after dinner?” He suddenly asks and Y/n abruptly stops but then makes her stride in high gear to the kitchen.

“After dinner yes I’ll ride your face.” She promises and Alucard is all smiles.

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Short and sweet enjoy and be sure to like, reblog, and comment!

This is what Alucard looks like and I found this on Google so yeah…take this as you will I actually love this look on him. Like father like son😏😏😏 I couldn’t find the artist of who made this fanart but here is the link for it:

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aquilaofarkham · 8 months ago

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title: of blood & brine rating: M (violence, gore, body horror, suggestive content) word count: 17,132 summary: Trevor is the last of his bloodline and despite his skill at hunting sea monsters, he hates the miserable cove where he lives, only staying because of his responsibility. Until Sypha, a nomadic sea witch and the one person he loves, returns from her travels with something else following her. Something with long golden hair, the body of a human, and the body of a sea creature.

A Castlevania sea monster AU written for mermay

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ineedmoretrevorcardcontent · 1 month ago

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My honest response to writing ANY Castlevania fic:

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 2 months ago

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Consuming Bg3 and being a Castlevania fan at the same time has made me think how the cast would react to a Dark Urge character in the universe. I think Dracula would try to turn them into a tool in his war for humanity, but then characters like Alucard or Sypha, depending on the morals of the dark urge, would see a person who’s trapped inside their own body and desperately fighting for control.

A/N: I love it when my two hyperfixations overlap! A+ question, Nonnie!

Castlevania Characters Reacting to the Dark Urge (Durge from Baldur’s Gate 3):

Dracula:

Dracula sees the Dark Urge as yet another weapon of destruction he can utilize against the people of the world. The idea that this person, this being (if they’re a Dragonborn) could unleash destruction on unprecedented levels is highly attractive to him. Dracula wants the humans and the vampires gone. Beyond that, he doesn’t care what happens to the Earth so long as all sentient living things die. As long as Durge can help make that happen, Dracula has no reservations about destroying all worlds in the process.

I do believe Dracula would have some hesitance employing Durge, or bringing Durge in right away, as he would be unfamiliar with this so-called Faerun place, as well as this mighty Bhaal. Dracula would research what he can, and ask other trusted Generals, namely Hector and Isaac to enquire about Durge’s past, to make sure by using Durge as a tool for his war plan, he isn’t accidentally signing any infernal contracts. Dracula may concede to an agreement with Death, but he’s not about to make a coalition with some lesser demon. Whoever this ‘Bhaal’ is, they’re lucky Dracula’s desires happen to coincide with their own, but they should not mistake their shared goal for favor.

I do think Dracula begins to see Durge as conflicted if Durge begins to show hesitance in embracing their Bhaalspawn heritage. Oddly, I don’t think he’d fault them for it. I think Dracula would just leave it alone. Perhaps a part of him is conflicted as well. Perhaps he sees glimpses of Lisa in Durge’s fears about being a good person. Perhaps, he’s just too far gone to care.

Trevor:

Trevor’s first inclination is to kill Durge before Durge can kill them (understandably so). But, if Durge is amnesiac, or begging for their life, Trevor is willing to work out a tentative deal: no one kills anyone until they find out more about this whole ‘Bhaalspawn from another universe situation’. He makes it clear though, any funny business, and Trevor won’t hesitate to end them where they stand.

Trevor is very interested in all the lore that Durge remembers and chooses to share. He spends every night around the campfire listening, contrasting what Durge says against all he’s read from the Belmont hold. It would seem some magical rules don’t change no matter what universe you’re in.

On the occasions Durge feels the most out of control, they come to Trevor, ordering him to tie them up. Durge trusts that Trevor would never let any growing sentiment come between him and his two companions- Sypha and Alucard. Durge knows that if the bonds were to break, and they were to lose control, Trevor would kill him if necessary. It’s in this show of vulnerability, that Trevor and Durge come to respect one another. They find they’re more alike than different, especially when it comes to carrying guilt from the past.

Trevor tells Durge that he hopes once this is over, once Dracula is defeated, they can find a way to send Durge home. Maybe the infinite corridor, maybe some other way. As grateful as Trevor is for the solidarity and allyship, he knows Durge doesn’t belong in his world. And as a Belmont, it falls on him to remedy that- one way or another.

Sypha:

Sypha is eager to gain another ally, although she hasn’t met anyone in a form like Durge who didn’t turn out to be a mindless night creature or beast, so she keeps them under a close eye. If Durge is also a magician (thanks to their specific DND class), she’s all the more impressed. Having a higher level of spells suggests that Durge isn’t brainless- they’re a complex person, fighting for control.

Sypha encourages Durge to meditate, to try and still their mind, both to regain their memories and to gain further discipline. She finds it helps ground her, especially after the heat of battle. It’s in this daily meditation that Durge begins to recall more and more of their past, even though some of what’s revealed makes them wish it hadn’t. Sypha is always there to comfort them and offer an encouraging word if they need it. She senses a great conflict within Durge and wants to do everything she can to sway them to stay on the side of the light.

Sypha stays up with Durge on some nights when the memories and flashbacks make it too hard to sleep. She tells them stories from her people- her journey and many of the tales her Speakers have recorded from ‘the future’. Durge finds this oddly calming as if such promised spoken word means that their father’s mission will ultimately fail; it must not come to pass so long as Speakers still have a ‘future’ to speak of.

Alucard:

Alucard can easily go either way, and I think it’d be highly dependent on Sypha and Trevor’s reaction to Durge that would finally cement his opinion. He’s more detached than his two companions and tends to get lost inside his mind. Alucard fears that should his father manage to corrupt Durge, he and his friends will have an even greater battle ahead. On the other hand, Alucard worries that Durge aiding them in their fight may not be the best thing for any of them. If Durge’s blind rage could be triggered by fighting vampires and night creatures, perhaps they should sit this one out. The last thing Alucard would want to do is unintentionally make it easier for this ‘Bhaalspawn’ to unleash Bhaal’s terror on this world.

Alucard does relate to Durge however, and that empathy makes him hesitant to discount Durge completely. Durge is considered evil due to their heritage and upbringing, as a dhampir, many would say the same about Alucard. Alucard supposes the only difference that kept him from becoming more like how Durge was in their memories, was because of his mother. Even if Dracula was never lenient to humans from the start, Alucard had his mother, Lisa, reminding him, and teaching him how to be good, and how to be kind.

Alucard feels almost sorry for Durge. Maybe it’s in that pity that Alucard finds himself confiding in Durge more and more- about his father Dracula, about his genius, and his plans for ending humanity. But mostly, Alucard mourns what could have been had his father chosen to use all his knowledge to help humanity the way his mother would have wanted. Durge is the one who listens solemnly this time, knowing what Alucard means to say, even before he can say it. It’s a heavy burden, carrying the weight of all the things your parents couldn’t quite do. Durge is grateful someone understands.

A/N 2.0: Sorry for the slower updates folks! Changed jobs. Now doing more physical labor and while I thought that was good because it’d leave me with more brain power to write, apparently my brain power gets zapped up using my physical spoons as well.

On a more personal note, my Rheumatologist did officially diagnose me with Hyper-Joint Mobility and fibromyalgia. So I’m trying to take more stock into what my body feels daily, because, did you guys know this, pain is not a normal feeling????? Like most people don’t have ANY aches or soreness AT ALL??? It’s baffling to me but my doc assured me there are many such cases.

I’m looking at some of my fellow writers whom I admire and pondering opening limited commissions. I still need to look up a lot—like word counts, pricing, boundaries for requests, that sort of thing—but I will let you know what I decide in the new year.

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pinkmirth · 1 year ago

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What kinks do you think each Castlevania man would have? Asking for a science project

⸻ WANT & NEEDS!

MY LOVE NOTE! 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ oooh, kinks you say? >< glad you asked, nonnie! for scientific purposes only, of course . . .

CONTAINS . . . 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ multi castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, hector forgemaster, isaac forgemaster, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; praise, body worship, breeding, power play (dom/sub), edging, bdsm (flogging), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread (apologies for any typos!), minors shoo!

ALUCARD!

praise • he wants— no, needs to hear the effect he has on you. is he doing well? do you want it faster? are these brittle-cold hands of his any good at handling your body? it’s all he wants; to hear those sweet, sweet words tumble from your lips and grace his ears. words of affirmation is what adrian holds onto dearly. tell him you love him, just voice it out through a whisper, and he’ll melt into you with the loudest moan you’ve ever pried from him. his sounds will heighten, pace increased with a surge of fervor, a fueled drive to please you. yes, he likes being sweet-talked when it’s coming from his beloved. flatter him a bit, and he’ll surely give you a night to remember.

oh my god i’m so sorry but I’m adding another for my favorite man; body worship! • adrian is all about devotion. once he’s invested in anything, in you, he pours in everything he has to offer. alucard doesn’t take it lightly; you trusting him enough to be so vulnerable as to getting intimate with him. unclothing with him. touching yourself before him. joining your body with his own . . . letting his cock press its way into your tight, delicate entrance. it’s an honor, and he sees it as such. his lips never leave your skin, kissing along your neck as he rolls his hips into you, fucking deep into your warmth. ‘thank you,’ he whimpers, tone low but light as a whisper, ‘thank you, my love . . .’ his hands, big and cold, trail along your hips, against your tummy, around your ass, anywhere he can grace with his cool touch. he likes when you voice your approval of him, but loves to praise you all the more.

TREVOR!

breeding • there’s no denying; it took this man no time at all to get sypha pregnant! and god, if that doesn’t convince you, than nothing else can. he fucks with reckless abandon, and finishes inside as it’s his favorite place to do so. he’ll keep you stuffed with him, cock pulsing from within you as he uses your pliant womb to empty his fat balls of the last spurt of his thick, potent cum. there’s a dopey grin he carries knowing that he’s thoroughly fucked a baby into you. perhaps he isn’t destined to be the only remaining survivor of the house of belmont, after all.

RICHTER!

flogging • he doesn’t like to punish you. no, not at all. but seemingly, you quite enjoy receiving it. when you’re working up a fit just to gauge his reaction, richter knows what to do. the unnecessary attitude, sharp mouth, huffy noises— you just want to be spanked. and so, he throws you over his lap, bunches up the frilly layers of your skirt, and allows his handheld flogging toy, purchased for moments like these, to fall upon the jiggling flesh of your round ass. you moan from the pain, and his cock throbs from beneath his trousers. again, it lashes against your bum and the contact makes you jolt in his lap, trembling over his thighs and dripping all over his flogger toy. it’s almost . . . beautiful, watching the sting of pleasure bloom into a faint, lasting red on your supple skin.

HECTOR!

power play • he may be on top, but you’re holding onto the reins. telling him to slow down, speed up, drive into you deeper; it’s all up to you. and oh, is he quick to listen. he’s a pretty little thing— handsome, intelligent, obedient. he aims for your pleasure much more than his own, sneaking beneath layers of fabric to eat you out, determined to make you cum from the swipe of his tongue alone. he isn’t just doing it because you asked, no. he likes the tug of your fingers weaves through his hair, pushing his face further into your dripping cunt. he likes to be used, to be lead, to feel no regret for being vulnerable. you’re sure of what you want from hector and find no shame in demanding for more, blessing him with the direction he so desperately needs.

ISAAC!

edging • isaac simply likes the control it gives, and who is he to turn away from exercising the art of pure discipline? he feels you fluttering around him, sounds growing pitchier as you try and fuck yourself on his cock. it’s easy for him to keep you still in this angle, as he’s kneeling above you and you’re laid on your back, peering up at him with lust-blown eyes and the most desperate expression he’s ever come across. a large hand of his grabs your face, and sternly. his thrusts come to a stop. to that, you whine, but he doesn’t fucking care. you’ll learn some self-control, he’ll make sure of it; even if he’s stuffed you full and the dick has you going brainless.

DRACULA!

soft sex • dare i say this man is vanilla as fuck? he just wants to please, and coddles you throughout it all with his imposing frame. he makes up for his cold touch with the safety and experience his large hands have to offer. vlad craves pure intimacy; nothing extreme, just pure bliss.

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2kyo7 · 4 months ago

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♱ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 ♱ | SOLEIL

pairing ; adrian tepes , trevor belmont , sypha belnades x female reader

ཐི ➥ summary ; As the world begins to pay the toll of Dracula's rage, four unlikely heroes must band together and defeat him--no matter the price.

warnings ; swearing

word count ; 1.5k

notes ; hopefully the dialogue reads accurate to how the characters actually talk in the series😓😓. Lmk what u guys think!!

ONCE LEAVING ALUCARD's TOMB Sypha wished her people many sorrowful goodbyes, watching for the first time as they traveled somewhere she could not. Soon they themselves would too depart from Gresit and in turn leave for west where their destination rested in between the territories of both OTTOMAN and BOSNIA.

Admittedly the journey was...unfavorable to say the least, paths were thick with snow and ice—turning their fires into signals for enemies which hid in the cover of night. Conversation was admirable, but only when Trevor and Alucard were not knee deep in conflict (which happened more often than not).

After yet another disagreement, Sypha attempted to lighten the atmosphere with questions. "Soooo Savior, how exactly do you know of this true blood? And how are you so sure they'll help us?" He released a drawn sigh and look towards the pile of burning wood before him, "we aren't exactly going to meet just one pure blooded vampire—this is a family of them."

Trevor was quick to sit up in protest, but Alucard held out a hand, almost pleading with the man to stay silent for just a moment. "They are family friends... or once were, before my father had a falling out with the family's head." His face became tense with focus as if it was painful to recall such years ago. "The fight wasn't anything extravagant or gruesome—pure bloods' consider themselves above such 'unnecessary brutality' in their words, but we've never spoken another word to each other since."

Alucard clenched his fist in frustration, to keep himself from saying the unthinkable. "Anyhow, they won't slaughter us when we step onto their doorstep if that's what you're thinking, by the time we get there they'll probably be full off lunch." Sypha huffed before crossing one arm over the other.

"You never answered my second question, are you so sure they'll help us—pure blooded vampires are still vampires nonetheless." Alucard placed a hand between his brows where a wrinkle formed, "I'm not."

"Oh bloody Christ almighty!" Trevor held quiet for long as he knew how, now standing from his icy snow bed he threw his arms high in the air. "We're out here in fucking god knows where about to walk into the god forbidden den of an apex predator! JUST MY LUCK!" Alucard scoffed at what he could only describe as a tantrum, "we need a true blood Belmont, whether you soil over yourself at the thought or not. Now as I've said, it's possible they'll refuse to join us, but in any case they won't kill us. That I'm sure enough of."

"Trevor you quite literally kill vampires for a living, how much different can these pure bloods be?" Sypha shrugged her shoulders in confusion, not exactly exhilarated by the idea of the human race depending on the choice of a single unworldly being. "Oh! I don't know speaker, maybe because they're a 100 times faster, stronger, not to mention smarter then your average run-of-the-mill vamps."

"Like I've said time again, there will be no fight."

"Sure, because we'll already be maggot food before we can get a single word out."

And here they go again, Sypha watched them bicker like children over the last slice of bread—how much longer will she have to put up with this? The more they fought, the angrier she became until eventually water appeared from thin air to slightly soak the two. "What in heaven's name?"—"What the hell!" They shout in union, "Enough! Both of you! We have a long journey ahead and none of your childish yelling will get us there any quicker."

With that concluded the conversation for the night's entirety, Sypha slept soundly knowing there wouldn't be any interrupting noise while Trevor nearly froze to death, his lifeline, the glowing fire in front of him. Though Alucard had his fill on slumber, this wouldn't be of any use as he too clung tight to any of the warmth provided to him that unfortunate night.

After nearly a week of tireless walking during the day while constantly having to fight off hoards of unearthly creatures at night, the trip was proving quite testing. But there efforts were not in vain, finally they'd made it, relishing in their success as a great wooden sign nailed neatly onto high gates read: Welcome to LAVATRIS—population 4,500.

Before they even attempted to make their presence known a man rose from above the gate's entrance, his appearance was a bit disheveled, he had been dressed much too casually to be an official guard of any sort. "State your names and business with Lavatris." His voice was monotone, like he was bored beyond comparison. The three of them looked around to another for a moment, "Ahem. We are stopping by for some shelter...we've been walking for a many days and are terribly exhausted."

The guard stared down upon them with a look of doubt, but prying any further might've killed him. So with a wave of his hand the gates rumbled loudly against ground flooring, opening up just enough for the three of them to pass. "Don't cause any trouble or we'll kill the lot of you—blah blah blah." Once entering the gate began to close just as soon as it opened, "that was odd..to say the least."

"Didn't even matter what we woulda said to the fucker, what kind of security is that? I'll be surprised if this town wasn't a complete sh—" Trevor's assumptions had been cut short at the sight of the city. It's streets were bustling and busy, everywhere you looked had been a different story. People were smiling, playing, loving, exactly opposite of what they'd grown accustomed to in Gresit.

Walking along the streets they were in awe, music played on every corner, new smells of delicious foods anytime you turned, it's almost like they had been disconnected from what went on in the outside world. "The city's always been like this," Alucard spoke, a small grin protruding on his face. "These people have been protected by vampire royalty for generations, and in turn they are food pens."

"Tch like a dog on a leash." Trevor said through muffled anger, hands knee deep in his pockets as he looked around with disgust. "No like a fair trade. True bloods value status, and this proves it—having their meals ready to eat whenever they need, without the hunt? That's lavish living for any vampire." Alucard once again contradicts Trevor's statements with venom on his tongue.

"So these pure bloods don't hunt at all?" Sypha inquired, the happy aura becoming almost contagious as she too found herself smiling. "Not in this city, they travel to surrounding areas if they’re feeling extra peckish."'

Deeper they traverse into the city of Lavatris each part being as lively as the rest. "For heaven's sake I need a drink." Trevor dashed towards the ale vendor, slamming down about three gold coins onto the wooden surface below. "Can't you wait a moment's more? Their home is just through this passing."

"Alucard's right Trevor," she snatched the currency in her hands before the vendor could collect, sending them an apologetic look. "The fate of humanity is resting on our shoulders, and all you can think of is a drink?"

He groaned, appearing as if he would combust at any moment now, mumbling beneath his breath: "At the very least wanted a cold one before I died."

They would begin to walk up a steep hill overrun with large trees the size of mountains that have long since lost their coverage caused by the unforgiving winter season. As they continue to march forwards, a dark grand castle begun to shown through, easily seen in deep contrast with the bright evening sky and nature's frosty white blanket. Breathtaking was one word to describe it upon many others.

When approaching, they were met by two towering iron doors that appeared almost implausible to push open on their own intent. Alucard stood in between both Sypha and Trevor, stepping up further than either of his comrades, knuckles raised and ready for impact. "Before we enter, both of you must remember. True bloods aren't like regular vampires, they are not driven by the need for food or power. Instead pleasure and entertainment."

"Just open the godforsaken door." Trevor began to stretch past Alucard, but before he could make contact the doors slowly unfurl revealing only unending darkness inside, ancient gears turned from within while the density of the doors weighted against the marble floors.

Everyone looked to each other, a silent uncertainty weighing heavy on their minds. Alucard was first to ascend further, the others following soon after, and once everyone had gathered entirely inside—the doors swiftly closed shut, a loud BANG promptly following suit—trapping them helplessly inside.

"WHO DARES ENTER MY FORTRESS!"

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