#asteria philips ( thread )

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"Let me guess, you plan on joining me?"

“No. I think it’s better if I help you wash. You can’t reach your back that well, can you?”

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“Nice to meet you, Nyx. And isn’t that the name of a god of night or something?” she asked, tilting her head a little. The name sounded familiar to her, anyway, and since she’d just finished reading a huge book of mythology, it was the first thing she tried to relate it to.

As they entered the front door of the diner, Asteria smiled. The greasy smells and the tinny music coming from the old jukebox felt like home. It had been her sanctuary during her dark days, when she realized that she had certain…abilities.

Of course, it helped that Hal was part fae, so his knowledge of the other side was better than hers. “I’ll have my usual, Carol,” Asteria said after saying hi to one of the waitresses. “And put his order on my tab. I owe him.” In a way.

Nyx followed beside her keeping his hands in his jacket pockets, using a single digit to direct the shadows ahead of the duo. It was to keep an eye out for any impending danger. Especially when he never had done this before.

Spend alone time with a woman.

Last thing he also needed was someone to notice his absence and be sought for. That wouldn't bode well.

"Nyx," He introduced shortly after, as the block seemed to be a short distance. Hal's Diner.....with a single motion of his finger in his pocket, a couple shadows peeked in discreetly.

He was checking for cameras, making sure the lab wouldn't have anything to go on.

Just in case.

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continued from this with @sugarspicesins

it is, quite frankly, endearing, that she thinks it will work.

but, count dracula allows the girl to push him against the wall, if only by taking a step backwards himself, as she so desperately presses her soft, warm lips to his own. she is aching for his touch. he can feel it in the way that she kisses him. he cannot fault the poor thing for that. that is part of his allure, after all. she cannot help that she is drawn to him, particularly given the fact that his mind is closed off to her little ability. he is a creature of the night, a dark figure that roams the earth in search of one thing, and one thing only.

blood. and oh, he does so crave her blood. he smirks against asteria's lips, his fangs brushing against her flesh. he doesn't apply any pressure. not yet. but he doesn't kiss her back, nor does he touch her or grab her as he knows she wants him to. he can feel it in the air, in the way that her breath hitches in her throat. no, what he does, is step into her space, cornering her, as she steps backwards. he can see the hairs standing on her body, the way that she'd draw into herself. fear, is a subconscious response to his presence. he catches her chin with his thumb, long nail pressing into her lip, before he pushes it into her mouth. “ say that again. ” it's a soft whisper, spoken in a tone that is almost playful. he will not give her what she wants. not yet, at least. the blood rushing through her body has him sallivating, his eyes darkening as they move to a vein that is singing to him, on her pretty neck. he moves his free hand to grab her neck. he isn't gentle, fingers in her hair as he pulls her closer. “ go on, my pet. say. that. again. ” she would soon learn, count dracula is unlike anything she has ever encountered in her sheltered, short life.

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It was a series of miscalculations that brought her to where she was now.

A miscalculation on her ‘guardians’ end that their sweet little prize would remain blissfully ignorant forever. So much so that they foolishly left her room unlocked, thinking that she wouldn’t take that sudden but yearned for bid for freedom.

A miscalculation on the woman whose identity she stole just to board the ship bound for ports unknown.

And a miscalculation on her end to not have used her time in isolation to finally master her abilities.

If she had, she might not have fallen into the invisible trap that the Count so skillfully spun over everyone aboard. In her case, it was the sudden silence that accompanied him instead of an endless cacophony of lewd, panicked, or ambitious thoughts. And, of course, the undeniable allure that he exuded, making her desire him like she hadn’t done towards anyone else. The chance to enjoy a few moments’ peace had been difficult for her to ignore.

Now, however, she squeaked at his sudden advance, the stolen kiss cool on her lips. And while fear coursed through her body along with her nymph blood, it, too, came with a growing curiosity. One that may prove lethal and yet, she stayed within its radius. She didn’t have a choice, but at the same time, she didn’t want one.

The long nail entered her mouth, and its sharp edge sliced at her tongue. Asteria tasted her own blood, the rusty-tinge trickling down her throat as she kept her eyes locked with his. “Shut up,” were the two words she whispered obediently, but they no longer held any meaning. No, it was the next words that carried more weight and significance to her, and she drew in a deep breath. “You carry death with you, don’t you?” Yes, he must have. It would explain everything about him, from how easily he seemed to take everyone in. How he moved, like a spider did when it had its prey in its web. Well, the wall was his web, and he was the spider, finally closing in on its helpless prey.

Her.

The tip of her still-bleeding tongue pushed out from between her lips, several drops sliding down her lower lip.

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@welcomelust [ x ]:

Isaac whimpered into the kiss, his concern for Asteria soon overshadowed by his lust. They would talk more later, to try to understand what she was going through–he would make sure of it–but for now it was clear what she needed, and Isaac was eager to comply. “I’ve just…” He paused the kissing, hovering over her, his breath short, his heart racing, his skin hot. “I’ve never… had sex before so… I want to help you–I would love to help you, I just… Would you show me how?”

He bit his lip in shame. She came to him in need, and he was woefully unprepared to help her–even now asking for her help. He knew how to have sex–practically, how it worked, but he didn’t know what she liked and he had no experience in general! So even if he knew what to do, theory and practice were two very different things, and it was suddenly very important to him that he satisfy Asteria.

His inexperience didn’t turn her off; if anything, it made her want him more. Isaac was like a blank slate, all ready for her and her sexual needs. She didn’t know what he liked to do in bed, either, and she loved the idea of them experimenting together. “I’ll show you,” she promised, her lips close to his. She shifted beneath him, spreading her legs so that he could lie comfortably between them. This brought his member closer to her wet folds, and the slightest brush of the hard cock made her moan and thrust her hips up like he was buried inside her already. “God…see what you do to me?”

She was trembling when she reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, his hot flesh hard and warm to the touch. It felt like forever before she felt the tip press against her cunt, and she looked him in the eyes, nodding once as if giving him permission to thrust into her.

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Cum for me, my pet.

Let yourself go.

Let yourself go…

The last sentence echoed in her mind and coated her in something thickly sweet. Whether it was because he continued to place her under his thrall or she had really come undone, it didn’t matter. Her body obeyed him, her orgasm ripping from her with a scream of his noble title and a sudden clenching of her walls around his shaft. Asteria didn’t expect the explosion of stars in her vision, her body tensing a split second before the warmth made her feel like she was drowning, sinking into a pool of comfortable blackness broken only by his monstrous appearance. Gone was the suave Count who had introduced himself to her and the rest of the passengers aboard the ship. In its place was what she believed the true him, a beast fueled by blood and power and control. In a way, she was getting to know him too, but she had no place to go but up and down as she continued riding his shaft.

She was learning things about him that should have given her pause, but she couldn’t deny the fact that he ‘fed’ her very well, too. Asteria slumped against him, breathless, and she whimpered when she still felt his cock throbbing deep inside her. Her neck was also throbbing, her blood shifting from a steady dripping to a few thin drops sliding from the puncture marks before stopping entirely. The flesh had finally closed, but it would take another hour before the redness to disappear.

“…so…full…” she heard herself moan, and she pulled far back enough for her to look him in the eyes. She expected to see those black orbs staring back at her. It had been a glimpse, but she found herself thinking that they suited him more. Still, she started to run her fingers through his hair in an attempt to make him look a bit more presentable, not for her sake, but for the other passengers’. She was still unaware of the fountain of information he’d gleaned from her through her blood, but even if she was, she wouldn’t have minded. For her, it would be nice to have someone else know her well, someone who saw past her appearance and bothered to really get to know her.

Asteria eventually got off of him, her legs strong enough for her to walk to the closest chair before they gave way beneath her. A shaky laugh followed, and she reached up to feel the sore side of her neck, wincing when she pressed down on one of the spots he’d punctured with his fangs. Then there were the other places on her body that he had pierced with his nails, and a combination of pleasure and pain made her moan as she ran her fingers along one of her thighs. Rather than risk stimulating herself again, she leaned back, her chest rising and falling as she looked at him, admiring his form under the pale blue moonlight.

“Are you…did you drink enough, milord?” Asteria asked, wondering if the amount of blood he consumed was enough. Nobility never seemed to be satisfied, whether it was with money, popularity, and positive reputation. Maybe he was the same. She was also about to ask what he meant by making her his bride, but a thumping noise next door made her freeze and turn towards it. “Is someone in there? A…snack?” An easy assumption to make if the person was still alive.

virgin blood tasted better than the sweetest wine.

he should've known that she was untouched, but it was only when he felt her innocence break that he was certain. he, of course, loves that no one else had ever touched her. the only hands who would ever feel her smooth skin would be his own; the count would make sure of it.

she would never want for another, and even if she did, they would leave her feeling unsatisfied, craving for him. the bond that he would place on her was an unnatural one. the more of her blood that he has, the stronger their connection becomes. he sees more into her life, & everything else that she is, allowing him to know her intimately. more so than she knows herself. he can see memories of childhood, and all of those things the mind hides to protect you from pain and trauma.

the count's condition makes it for that; absolute devotion, and there is no other way but to know one in such a manner. he feels the way that her legs spread further, welcoming him further in. he takes the silent invitation, pushing more of himself inside of her, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, almost like he's trying to impale her with his cock. the sounds of her moans are the sweetest symphony to his ear, and he seeks only to make her moan louder. scream for him, so the entire ship hears it. he barely even feels the way she grips her hair so lost he is in the taste of her blood and the feel of her warm, tight wetness. how has she not passed out, yet? he has drunk so much...

this woman, is not merely human. she's something more. he's going to find out what, but for the time being, he's going to enjoy this. he doesn't need another victim, not when his current one provides him with so much. the more he drinks, the more ferocious he becomes in his carnal pleasure, fucking her into the bed like she's nothing more than a fleshlight to bring him his pleasure. he's so close, feeling the way his heavy balls draw closer to his body, but he keeps pushing and pushing. he's going to fill her womb with his seed. she's his, now.

he hummed his agreement, and when she guides her lips to his, the count kisses her back, his fangs catching on her lip. but she dosn't seem to mind, and continues to kiss him, their tongues tangling with one another. he grabs hold of one of her thighs, long nails biting into her skin, drawing more blood, as the other holds himself steady, by her head. he finds a spot which he drives into her mercilessly. the count pulls back, allowing her to catch her breath, moving the hand that had been on her thigh to grab her chin and force her to look up into his darkened eyes. ❝ cum for me, my pet. let yourself go. ❞

the count wanted to cum with the feeling of her walls milking him dry. he looked like a monster, now. hair dishevelled, eyes pure dark, his mouth and chin dripping blood. but each time he pushed inside of her, he made sure that she felt all of him, and that her body reached the kinds of pleasure that would make her think he was god himself.

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for @welcomelust​‘s isaac from asteria verse: main

There was no denying that Isaac was rich. Wealthy beyond most people’s dreams. And considering his parents lived in a house that was the perfect photography subject, with its sprawling lawns and modern architecture, no one ever really questioned why she was there so often. At least, she thought they didn’t. His parents seemed to be away so often that it felt like he was the only one living there, but she did make sure neither his mom or dad were there when she headed over that day, camera and overnight bag in tow.

She was lying naked on his bed, idly flicking through a magazine, when she heard the door to his bedroom open. “Hey,” she greeted nonchalantly, crossing one leg over the other. “Busy day?” 

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for @riiisefromashes​ from asteria verse: main

She thought that the videos she was posting weren’t easily available to the public. But he’d found them easily enough; she would recognize her moaning anywhere. Meeting his gaze, she blushed and clasped her fingers in front of her. “....it’s not what it looks like,” she began, already bracing herself for the potential outburst of anger that she’d hear from him.

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@riiisefromashes [ x ]:

Colby usually was the first one awake between the two of them. On this one occasion, this did not happen. He knew how horny Asteria gets, he had no idea what was coming. It took a second of her straddling his face to wake up, smirking against her. His tongue flicking against her, sucking on her clit.

It didn’t take him long to wake up, but by then, she was too into it to try and get off of his face. She did manage to mutter a good morning, baby before she was back to rolling her hips, and a glance down had her meet his eyes, the sight of her clit between his lips making her moan and grip the headboard to help her ride his mouth faster.

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Let go. Two words echoed in her mind as she tried to do as he suggested, but it was his hardened touches that propelled her over the edge. Asteria moaned and started pawing at the front of his shirt, which she ended up ripping off of him. A soft ‘oops’ was made before she started kissing the side of his neck, her hips bucking back and forth as she rubbed herself over him.

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Oberon's hand carded through the nymph's hair and he closed his eyes. "Let go," he breathed and his words echoed into her very skin. "Don't be scared of your needs. You can use me for whatever you want." His touches became harder and he watched to see her reaction. It had been a very long time since he was needed by a lusty fae. 

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for @dcvilishh​ ( d/aniel c/raig fc ) from asteria verse: main

Whether he’d noticed it or not, she’d started seducing him the instant he picked her up from her apartment up until she’d pulled him onto the dance floor and used him like a living stripper pole, grinding her ass against him and, at one point, hooking her leg around his waist and all but dry humping him as the other clubgoers danced and swayed around them. Meeting his gaze near the end of the song, she smiled and took his hand, pulling him towards the back of the club where the bathrooms were. Quickly flicking the OUT OF ORDER sign over the door to the male bathroom, she tugged him inside and locked the door. “Finally,” she whispered, using his tie to tug his head lower to hers and kiss him passionately.

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@riiisefromashes​ [ x ]:

“I am so sorry.....” Colby whispers to Asteria, kissing her on the lips softly. He pulled the woman in closer to his body.

She tried to resist him; she really did. But he knew exactly where to touch her to make her melt in his arms, and she relaxed against him, returning his kiss a little. “You…you bastard. Stop.” A pause. “No, don’t stop.”

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@perfectingdeathsdesign​ [ x ]:

They stood there for a moment, arms wrapped around each other. The much larger man dragging Asteria in closer as they kissed, lips tightening up into a smile after a while. Eventually Jacob pulled back, eyes shinning brightly and a slight laugh breaking the silence they had created. “Now, what was that for?”

With a cocked brow he stared down at the blonde woman. Hoping that she’d give him an answer, if not then he’d surely find out later. For the moment however there seemed to be peace between the two, after all the man just couldn’t quit the woman. No matter what happened they always seemed to be there for each other.

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“Kiss for good luck,” she murmured, tilting her head a little to the side as she lowered herself from standing on her tiptoes. “I know you have a lot of work to catch up on, and I think part of that is my fault.” Asteria bit her lower lip as she smiled sheepishly, but she wasn’t going to apologize for wanting to spend more time with him. She didn’t know what this was between them, but she enjoyed the time they spent together, whether they were sleeping together or doing something else entirely.

She smoothed the front of his shirt to make him look more presentable, though it ended with her simply stroking his clothed chest. “So…will you be coming back later or is our sleepover finished?” Asteria didn’t bother to hide the disappointment she felt over the latter being true.

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@headofrdi [ x ]:

this

It may not have been intentional, but something happened where after meeting Asteria, Rick felt an urge to fuck her, to claim her like she was his... to do all he could to make her cum until she was satisfied and he couldn't fuck anymore. If he was a normal person, she'd probably have been fine... however he wasn't, and after looking at his phone after doing something on it, Rick showed her what he could do. Fingering her at speeds no normal man could reach, she'd watch his cock grow, getting bigger than it should have if it just got hard, as if growing to a size that'd stretch Asteria and make sure she was fucked like she needed.

Sex was something she craved desperately. It wasn’t just vanilla sex that she wanted ( although she was happy to receive it if someone offered ) but just the raw, carnal act. So far, she hadn’t met anyone who could match her appetite...until she met Rick. The speed of his finger-fucking alone told her that he was more than just human, but rather than tell him to stop and interrogate him, she merely whimpered and bucked her hips almost in time to his pumping. Seeing how big his cock could become had her salivate, and she bit her lower lip and looked at him, nodding. “I want it in me,” she told him, though for now, his fingers would satisfy her.

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Asteria smiled and ran her hands over his chest, eventually sliding one lower until it disappeared under the water, her fingers inching closer to the bottom curve of his stomach. She let it linger there for a few seconds before she moved it back up, shifting a little in place to try and ease the tingling between her legs.

"I don't." he assures her as simply as that humming softly at the way her hands travel along his chest, enjoying the soothing feeling of them as he leans back against the side of the tub.

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“Okay.” Asteria waited for him to fall into step next to her – she wasn’t stupid enough to turn her back on him after what she had just gone through – before she began walking towards the diner.

A kind of silence fell between them, one that was occasionally interrupted by the sound of a vehicle zooming past them on the street. “…what’s your name?” she asked after a while, the sign of Hal’s Diner blinking from them just a block away ahead. “I��m Asteria.”

If she learned only his name at the end of their encounter, it would be enough. At least she had a name to go with a face whenever she shared her experience with others and not just end up calling him ‘the stranger’, which sounded so impersonal.

The stars? He thought to himself with a raised brow, there was something truly strange about this woman. Something that he couldn't figure out. Not yet anyway. It was normal for humans to be night owls, or of the such, working more during the night, which made sense.

Saving her just came with the job: a pure coincidence. Nyx didn't move a single inch, for someone so close to being assaulted, she was too trusting. Contemplating his options, along with the lab expecting his report, he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.

Respectfully decline, that's what he should do.

"Only if you lead the way," he said, spiking his intrigue. The working specimen couldn't go without a snack, now could he?

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"I know. But I can focus better at night," she replied. Asteria moved closer to him, her head tilting to the side. "You...you are unique. I can smell the stars on you." A strange statement, and one that could freak out any human. But there were times when the concept of personal space didn't occur to her, and these were one of those times.

The nymph-who-thought-she-was-human smiled again. "I won't tell anyone. Except maybe that you saved my life." Why he chose to target that particular man was a mystery to her; she wasn't arrogant enough to believe that he had done it for her. Nor was she curious enough to ask why. Not when she found him more interesting.

"Can I buy you a drink, at least? Or a late night snack? I know a great diner that's next to a bar if you're interested." Of course, she wasn't going to insist if he had something else to do. She knew how badly things could have gone if he wasn't there.

Nyx would be on about his merry way, but something about the girl intrigued him. Whether if she did, or didn't know, or that the fact she thanked him, he met her gaze. She didn't run away, a mental note. That alone, interested the specimen as he looked over to her.

He understood why a body like that would catch the eye of any stranger walking along the streets at night. But still, he wasn't about to acknowledge the situation.

The less people know. The better. But he did his job earlier than expected. There was time to kill.

No witnesses.

"A woman shouldn't be walking alone this late," he warned, not addressing what he did. Unlike the other specimens who just did their job and leave right away, he lingered, watching her carefully.

Any longer, and the lab would start to raise questions, but a body like that could kill his time.