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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 1 year ago

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Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 2

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I've been very busy with Monstober and have taken time to focus more on this story. Hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 2

In your dreams, you’re whole again, and the happiest you’ve ever been.

You jolt in a familiar bed, one cold and worn from the years melting away: a bed too small. Yet, it’s not the bed you had when you were under Bogdan’s roof, and it brought forth fond memories.

Your mother was situated by her workbench, humming a soft tune you remembered from your childhood. Standing behind her, you could only watch, observing how she had not aged since that day, and she looked as you remembered.

“You are very hard to communicate with, sweet girl,” your mother spoke, her dark dress swayed in the deadness of the air, keeping her back to you. “Your mind has been elsewhere.”

“I don’t understand how I’m speaking to you,” you wavered, holding a hand hesitantly but pulling away, afraid of touching her again, “you are not here anymore, mama.”

“I and my sisters are in the ancestral plane, my girl,” she continued. “I have always been with you, in mind and spirit.”

You could only choke on a laugh, bitterly replying, tears threatening to spill. “Then I must have failed myself for losing all my powers. I’m not the prophecy you spoke of.”

Your mother turned so you could see her face finally, and a veil covered her face, darkness shrouding her appearance. Despite not being able to see her face, you knew she was smiling.

“Why do you think that?”

“I cannot do anything,” you held your hands out in front of you, trying to concentrate on anything, flames or cold to reach your fingertips, yet nothing came, “I am hopeless.”

“You are speaking to me through a veil of limbo, are you not?” She questioned and there was sadness in her tone, as if you had disappointed her.

It made you question her words, thoughtfully reflecting on them. “You did not teach me about astral projection—or how to reach the veil of the ancestral plane. I… did not know it existed.”

“It belongs to us,” she sang sweetly, “it has always belonged to us, my Y/N.” She reached towards you and placed a hand on your shoulders, her grasp as cold as death.

“There is one thing that has always made me proud of you, what has made the sisters believe in you,” she spoke, and you felt the chill spread like wildfire through your chest. “You were everything they needed in a witch.”

The comfort of dreams and darkness spat you out until you felt exhausted, shuddering back life into you.

Your mind felt as if it was in the middle of a fog, slowly clearing up as your heavy eyes opened and shut with the contrasting brightness. The burning sensation seemed to dwindle from your chest, and you were replaced with the cold that came harshly.

You shivered, groggily taking in the sight of flames that brightened the already dark room. You seemed to be in a reception or lounge, the Corinthia you were laid on was a deep crimson colour, and gold leaf trim took part most of its decoration.

“I see you’re awake.” The same voice cut through the sharpness of the air, startling you to stare at the entrance. Oh, right, your saviour—if you could call him that. You could still remember the blade, as cold as ice, pressed against your neck before you passed out, and you were suddenly very aware that you were alone with this stranger; a stranger with a habit of murder.

“Where am I?” You groaned, clutching your head as you found beside you a glass of water already by the table, gingerly picking it up and debating whether to drink from it. If he wanted you dead, he would’ve killed you by now, and the liquid was already being chugged, cooling and crisp down your throat.

“I’m surprised you didn’t even think twice before you stepped a foot inside these halls,” the dulcet voice sounded both bored and irritated by your mere presence. His silhouette moved like a black cat, sticking closely to the doorway. You heard his voice closer to you this time. “I can’t tell if you’re brave or a fool for coming here.”

It dawned on you finally and slowly that you were still inside Dracula’s castle—that the Vampire king himself owned it. It brought a shudder down your spine, but the curiosity in wanting to know why he was there.

“You don’t seem afraid to be here.” You questioned vigilantly.

“No, I would be if this had not been my home.” The figure finally emerged from the shadows, and you almost squinted at his appearance. The first thing you noticed was his wavy long pale blond hair, reaching past his waist, skin pale as moonglow. It was his eyes that were the most beautiful and eerie: golden as honey or the same colour of leaves that fell in the autumntime.

There was something unnatural about him: not exactly human that you could place, a sombreness that hung over him. You did not know what he had seen in his lifetime, but you could see it in his eyes.

The handsome stranger was dressed in black leather trousers and boots, a simple shirt that showed some of his chest, and a long drawn scar was visible, grotesquely large and haunting.

It was only when you saw what was floating beside him, a long, thin sword, glinting brightly with silver and ornate beauty as it stood vigilantly by his side.

He seemed to notice quickly your eyes darting between him and the weapon beside him. “Will you put that thing away?”

He did not answer you but the sword pulled back from him to stand by the door as he inched closer towards you, watching you with suspicion. “Who are you?”

The stark contrast of his words was not as soft as they had been before, and with the sword standing in the background, you chose to answer him honestly rather than risk being another body staked outside. “My name is Y/N. I come from a village not far from here—”

“You do not speak the truth.” He snarls, and something glints as he opens his mouth wide enough, but is gone within seconds. The blond’s nose scrunches in almost disgust as if the most revolting stench fell over him “It reeks of sorcery,” there’s something feral in his demeanour and the way the sword flickers to move closer to his side, “witch.”

“Yes, I am a witch,” you reply honestly, eyes darting between the sword and him again, your life dangling on the edge. “Please, I don’t have anywhere else to go—I wouldn’t be here for long if you—”

“I do not have anything for you. Leave at once.” He interrupted tersely, circling you, posture tense as if he was either ready to lunge at you or flee. “I do not welcome strangers.”

No, if the bodies were not a warning already. You gulped. “I have no choice but to leave there. I had to for—” Your words stilled on your tongue, nervously tracing your fingers along your wrist in feeble comfort. “I cannot go back there. They… I fled for my life.”

The blond man doesn’t speak for a moment, instead, he watches in hawkish contemplation, studying you, examining if you are telling the truth. It felt as if you could be set on fire by his gaze alone, and finally, he looked away, eyes taking to the hearth.

“Very well,” he says after some time, “you have one month to stay here. One month, and then you can find your way somewhere new.”

Your heart leapt from your chest, ready to almost jump into his arms with gratitude. You watch as he turns, before saying over his shoulder. “There is a bathroom on the second floor, the last room to the left. You stink.”

There is no time to speak your thanks to him, as he’s gone in a hurry, away from the room you occupy. You don’t go looking for him, following up the winding hallways as you follow his instructions, finding the room after looking for some time.

The bathroom is as splendid as the rest of Dracula’s castle: all marble and gleaming white stones and a bath! You take your time to make sure you’re alone, before finding the way to get water through. It’s utterly incredible to witness true science, how hot water comes through without ever needing to gather it from a source. You laugh to yourself, believing how undeniably insane you look in front of his man, and how you too, would be wary of your presence.

It was obvious by your state when you looked in the mirror: your hair was tangled and difficult to even run your fingers through, with the odd chicken feather poking out. Your skin was riddled in mud and bruises covered your thighs and arms. Your cheek is still sore from when Bogdan smacked you, though it is not as red when you see splatters of red across your clothing.

My God, I look mad. You pluck the feathers as you try detangling your hair with your fingers, before stripping off your clothes as the water grows to a level that is good enough for you to get in. The water almost stings from how hot it is, your skin grows pinkish from the heat as you sigh in relief, submerging your body as the water grows clear to a greyish-brown hue.

Grimacing, you occupy yourself with the shelf of many bottles by your side, picking out shampoos and conditioners as you begin the long process of washing your hair. Your curls hid many secrets, as well as the knots that take forever to untangle until they’re smooth and soft to the touch. You dip your head to lean the suds, scrubbing your entire body with the bar of soap until it's red raw.

Not wishing to get out, the water grows cooler, and you grab a towel for your body and head, wrapping your hair up securely as you gather your dirty clothes. You debate on putting them back on or awkwardly trying to find the man of the castle, opening the door to feel something wedged in front.

You inspect the neatly folded clothes, a dress as seaweed green and looking a decade or two out of fashion, a clean chemise and stockings. You dress quickly in the bathroom, finding the kirtle fits you nicely, and you can feel that the material is good quality – as if it’s not been worn before.

Questions dance in your mind – why does he have dresses? Did they belong to a previous wife?

You kept them to the back of your mind as you let your hair air dry, keeping everything as neat as possible as you wandered back to where you could hope of finding the oddly handsome man.

You checked rooms on the second and ground floor: to no avail, was he around, until you found the kitchen on the ground floor, empty, except for the beautiful smells that wafted through the room. You didn’t realise how hungry you had been, not when the food smelt as amazing as it looked.

“You found the kitchen fine then.” A voice interrupted you.

You turned to find the culprit, the blond man was carrying a basket of apples, passing you as he placed them in the middle of the table. The apples were so large they didn’t look real!

He noticed you staring, looking at you for a moment up and down. “The dress you found I see?”

“Yes,” you gathered the material, feeling its softness, “it is very beautiful. Was it your wife’s?”

You see it for yourself, his pale cheeks erupt into a brightness you’ve never seen before, and he averts his gaze from you. “No, the dress is actually my mother’s.”

“Oh.” You say, awkwardness filling the room as he continues sorting out a meal. “Is fish okay for you?” He asks to break the ice.

You nod, watching as he preps two plates, filled with vegetables you’ve never seen before, as bright as anything that could be harvested. The two of you gather your plates as you go to sit at the table, and you fill your stomach with food before it reaches your eyes. The food is rich in flavour and you almost cry from having something so filling in your life.

Neither of you speak as you eat, and though you wish to keep asking him questions, he is quick to speak. “My name is Alucard.”

You choke almost on your fish, staring wide-eyed at him. “Like The Alucard? The one who defeated Dracula?”

“I do rather not like being used that title, but yes, I defeated Vlad Dracula… my father.”

It suddenly dawns on you: his pale skin and unnatural eye colour, how he moves on a whim and as fast as the wind. There was an ethereal beauty to him that you could not place at first, and you were now certain you weren’t losing your mind when you thought you saw fangs in his mouth.

“Oh.” That is all you can say, and Alucard is quick to scrunch his eyebrows at you incredulously, with a look that reads ‘Oh? Is that all you can say?’

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You finally manage to say, and you think you’ve said the wrong thing, but the look that flashes across Alucard’s face is one that you think he’s not felt before.

“No one has ever said that to me, that they were sorry,” his words are soft, tired from a life of grief. You can understand him, yet you wish for him to warm up to you. You notice his sword is still in the room, floating in the corner like a sleeping soldier, idly waiting for orders to strike. “It feels quite relieving.” It takes you a moment to realise that he’s trying to joke from the solemness of his tone.

The tension is still there, and quickly you notice that his softness is replaced by the cold exterior once again, as he stands from his spot, cleaning the dishes. “If you’re to be staying here as a temporary guest, you should find the bedroom on the first floor to the right is free to use.”

Watching him pass from the room and disappear is enough to make your heart sink, from the loneliness of the castle, and from the pain of having to share it with a living, broken ghost.

#castlevania alucard x reader #alucard #alucard castlevania #castlevania fanfic #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania netflix #witch!reader #half black! reader #reader is a witch #mixed race reader #alternate universe #itstheendofthegoddamnworld writes #castlevania #part 2

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rexsoka-monthly · 1 year ago

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This is the list of current submissions for the 2023 monthly prompts, which we regularly update. Our prompts never expire! If you like a past prompt and would like to use it, please feel free to share your work with us and we'll add it here. 🧡💙

*Last updated 3/4/24

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Cherished Possessions by LittleLorna (T)

Uj Cake and Datapads by Squid_Ink (T)

Vashta Nerada by LittleLorna (G)

Drawers, Datapads, and Deferred Words by ahsokathegray (G)

Silkworms and Sakura by lamaenthel (G)

Datapads and Distractions by TangledLichen (M)

Fixing What’s Broken by craziest_in_the_guild (G)

Fractured Time by Pamille (G)

Broken Off by nogooddeedgoesunpunished (G)

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Broken Datapad by whamgram (M)

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Only Ten Years Overdue by String_of_Silka (G)

Some Things Never Change by LittleLorna (G)

Jaig’s Eye View by lamaenthel (T)

Sun Kissed by Pamille (T)

A Day Late, A Credit Short by Squid_Ink (M)

Who We Are Without Our Armor by ahsokathegray (T)

Surveying the Past by TangledLichen (M)

Old Flames Not Forgotten by nogooddeedgoesunpunished (G)

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I Do Want That Back, You Know by whamgram (M)

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Don’t Wait Up For Me by Pamille (Unrated)

Two Years To The Day by ahsokathegray (T)

Hugs Make Everything Better by LittleLorna (G)

Shifting Orbits by String_of_Silka (T)

Jackness by lamaenthel (M)

Reunited, Again by craziest_in_the_guild (E)

Out of Time by TheRezhikitt (E)

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It’s You Or It’s No One by whamgram (G)

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Are All Ghosts This Insufferable? by String_of_Silka (G)

Sweet Confessions by LittleLorna (T)

In the Meantime by ahsokathegray (E)

Not On The Console by DonSani (M)

Dropping No Eaves by lamaenthel (T)

May the Best Wingman Win by Pamille (M)

Click Click Thunk by TheRezhikitt (T)

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You Should Tell Him by whamgram (T)

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He Said It Was Platonic (or Fives Learns to Pay Attention) by String_of_Silka (G)

A Mementos Date by LittleLorna (T)

Compromised Necklines by DonSani (M)

Codpieces and Clone Con Artists by ahsokathegray (T)

Shilian Belle by lamaenthel (G)

Craving You by Pamillie (E)

A matter of hairs by Asesina (G)

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It's Not What It Looks Like by whamgram (M)

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I’ll Be The Only One To Blame by String_of_Silka (M)

Once Upon A Dream by LittleLorna (M)

Heat Advisory by ahsokathegray (E)

Etched On My Mind by Pamillie (G)

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Stargazing Rexsoka by ahsokathegray for LittleLorna (G)

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Hater by Bart1607 (T)

Go Ask Ahsoka by lamaenthel (M)

wait, they don't love you like i love you by Pamillie (T)

Family is everything to me by nyxgodnessofstars (Unrated)

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Sheevy SithDonald's by LittleLorna and ahsokathegray (E)

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Prove to them that you can! by Bart1607 (T)

Prove It by sweetheartsnips (T)

Only One Reason I Wouldn't by lamaenthel (G)

Best Out Of Five by LittleLorna (M)

Something in the Orange by ahsokathegray (T)

To Prove It To You by Pamillie (G)

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Any Semblance of Touch by allspark501 (T)

Body Heat Management by TANOandREXY (T)

In the Dark of Night by SleepingBeauty21 (E)

Would You Like A Cup Of Caf by LittleLorna (T)

could we live with just a taste? by melting_houses_of_gold (E)

Whoopsie Halloween by LittleLorna (G)

Blood and Snow by sweetheartsnips (M)

The Dark Side is Cold by TealMist (T)

Pent Up in the Skywalker Penthouse by ahsokathegray (E)

Red Light by The Rezhikitt (T)

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Hogwarts Rexsoka by ahsokathegray (G)

Monstober by whamgram (T)

Witchy Rexsoka by ahsokathegray (G)

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Pent Up in the Skywalker Penthouse by ventresses for ahsokathegray (G)

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When I’m Around Slow Dancing In Dark (Don’t Follow Me You’ll End Up In My Arms) by LadyAnidala (G)

The Jaig and The Tooka by LittleLorna (E)

This Won’t Be the Last Time by sweetheartsnips (E)

A Taste of Tihaar by DonSani (T)

Lies and Porg Pajamas by ahsokathegray (T)

delicate by acatinwinterfell (G)

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I Choose to Live by LadyAnidala (T)

2 Years, 11 Days, 7 Minutes by TheRezhikitt (E)

Unexpected visit by Bart1607 (T)

Merry Christmas by nyxgodnessofstars (Unrated)

We Don’t Have Time For That Sir by LittleLorna (M)

The Day of Hearts and Lights by TealMist (T)

Rain Over Me by ahsokathegray (G)

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Mistletoe Rexsoka by ahsokathegray (G)

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Christmas Rexsoka by nyxgodnessofstars (G)

You’re My Present This Year by whamgram (G)

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tinyarsonist · 1 month ago

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Hehehe sooooo life got in the way of everything. I'll still post when I've completed it but it will be after October for all the chapters to be released it seems. I'm hoping for the first one to at least be end of this week or next week ❤️.

That'll just mean my monstober fest will just continue into Nov 😉

I very desperately wanted to write something for skztober/monstober but there is no way I will be able to make any of the deadlines due to my personal schedule. So, I'll post when I can, and it might be out of the month--but hey-- at least it'll be something.

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arkarti · 4 years ago

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Monstober day 06: Wings

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#monstober #monstober2020 #ink #inktober #artists on tumblr #wings #angels #have I mentioned that I love wings?#//she says as she slaps wings on everything at any given opportunity//#also: TRUE FORM ANGEL DESIGNS are my magnum opus #inktober2020

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dontsh0vethesun · 2 years ago

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little dove

kinktober 2022 masterlist | monstober 2022 masterlist

stepmom!wanda maximoff x virgin!reader

18+ : corruption, pervy!wanda, slight dubcon, forced kissing, loss of innocence, stepcest, implied age gap, fingering (r!receiving), possessiveness, mommy kink

You were no stranger to the beauty that your stepmother displays, long hair always perfect, button nose and glinting emerald eyes. And you were used to the way she sits so close to you, lingering touches even when you’re not alone, a darkened look in her eye that you couldn’t figure out.

She was affectionate, you’ve known that for a while. Like that time she accidentally walked in on you changing when you were 17 - she was only bringing you the clothes she’d so kindly laundered for you. Or when she shut the door to the bathroom whilst you were showering, saying you must’ve accidentally left it ajar. She was only ever looking out for you.

Long hugs were her way of showing you she cared for you, firm eye contact when she pulls away and a caring stroke of her thumb over your cheek. And that time she bought you lingerie, saying a 19 year old girl should have some, it was a gift she was kind enough to spend money on. She’d nodded in reassurance when you stripped in front of her and her hands musingly stroked over your skin.

You looked to her nervously but she only nodded. “Carry on, baby. You’re my stepdaughter, it’s fine - this is how I show how I care for you okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Wanda.” You’d smiled and she’d complimented your lace underwear covered body, barely taking her eyes off you.

She sat beside you on the sofa after fetching you both a glass of wine, her knee nudged against yours and you could smell her perfume from her closeness, you both sipped on the earthy liquid in comfortable company.

“So, do you have any plans this weekend?” She asked you with a smile.

“Yes actually. I, um, I have a date.” You missed the tight clenching of her jaw at your answer and the angered heating of her cheeks.

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, y’know Carol? She asked me out last week.” She loved the sight of your grin but the contrasting anger waged a war in her stomach, tightening, forcing herself to not let the acid drip from her tongue.

“Where’re you going?”

“Just to see a movie - I’m really nervous. I’ve never been on a date before. I’ve not even had my first kiss yet.”

“Oh I know, honey.” She cooed with a rub of your arm and a gentle smile.

“I just don’t wanna be bad at it. I don’t even know the first thing about sleeping with another person.” You added shyly. “I just-“

You were cut off by hands holding either side of your face and Wanda’s lips crashing into yours. You yelped at the sudden action, lips unmoving against her harsh ones until you pushed her away.

“Wanda. What’re you doing? We can't do this - it's not right.” You rushed out, unable to move yourself free of her tight grasp on your waist.

“C’mon, honey. I can teach you.” She breathed and you felt her lips ghost over yours with her words before you closed the space. Your lips melded with hers tentatively, curiously with slow movements you’d only seen in movies.

Your hands awkwardly rested on her hips whilst hers cupped your face, holding the back of your head to keep you close. You sighed into her mouth when she pulled away with a bite to your bottom lip, a sound that surprised you both.

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl.” Wanda reassured you when you ducked your head to hide your face, a finger beneath your chin brought you back. “You're doing so good.”

This time when she kissed you it was harsher, you kept up with the pace she set, passionate movements of soft lips against one another. Her tongue pushed into your mouth, nudging against yours deliciously and you instinctively pulled her ever closer, feeling her mouth curve into a smile at the action.

Everything was growing more hungry and Wanda pulled you onto her lap, your knees planted into the sofa cushions either side of her thighs and your arms draped over her shoulders. You’d never felt this hot feeling before, where your skin is warm and flushed and your belly swarmed with a twinge you’ve not yet known.

She pulled you against her by your hips so your chest pressed against hers, you felt yourself grow even warmer at the feeling of her hardened nipples poking through her t-shirt and the tiniest moan at the back of her throat when you instinctively clutched at her hair in your fist.

You only parted to catch your breath with Wanda looking up at you with a darkened gaze you’d never noticed before, hooded eyelids and parted swollen lips. Heat was growing between your legs and you subconsciously bucked your hips into hers when she planted a kiss to your neck, her teeth sank into the flesh with a suck, soothing the bite with a lick of her tongue.

Whilst she kissed across your throat your head leaned back in pleasure and your hands wandered over her waist, she revelled in the feeling - Wanda had wanted to get her hands on you for years.

She’d wanted to ruin you, dirty you to anyone else before they could get to you. She wanted to be the one to fuck you first, to show you how good you can feel and anybody after her could never compare. She saw how pure you were, she knew you’d never been kissed, never been fucked - never even fucked yourself on your fingers. You were a clean slate, pure and untouched and Wanda was desperate to turn you into the slut she wants you to be. To have you whining underneath her, begging her to fuck you.

She nudged your hand upwards and when you nervously stilled your touch she placed it onto her breast herself.

“Go on, honey. Touch them.” She whispered, sighing against your skin at the feeling of your hands around them, fingertips pinching her nipples through her shirt. She was quick to pull her shirt from her body, smirking at the awe in your eyes when you looked at her, experimentally flicking your thumb over a pert nipple before risking a kiss to her neck.

You kissed beneath her ear just as she had done to you, letting your teeth graze the flesh in a way that made her sigh, tilting her head for you to carry on. The smell of her skin, the warmth of her pulse point under your lips, the soft touch of her hands on your back made you hungry for something you’d never craved before. The ache between your thighs was unbearable and the way her thigh nudged against you didn’t help matters.

Wanda could tell you were getting needy, she dragged her hand up the back of your thigh whilst you kissed across her collarbone, making you yelp slightly when she roughly cupped your clothed cunt in her palm.

“W-wanda. I’ve never-“

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Let mommy take care of it, hm?” Before you could finish nodding, her hand had pushed into your shorts and a finger slid through your folds. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me.” She breathed, watching your teeth bite into your bottom lip when she rubbed a fingertip over your swollen clit, your pussy was dripping around her fingers as they easily pushed into your hole, warm around her fingers when she started a steady pace.

“Feels so good.” You muttered against her, sloppy kisses to her neck while you mindlessly toyed with her nipple as she arched into your touch, your hips grinding yourself onto her hand desperately.

“You’re doing so well for your mommy, honey. Just a little more.” She could feel you beginning to clench around her digits, so worked up and desperate, body starting to twitch with choked moans at the thumb over your clit and the fingers curling perfectly inside your pussy.

Wanda had been waiting for this moment and she basked in it, the sound of your moan right next to her ear, your nails digging into the flesh of her waist, the wetness of your slick dripping down her knuckles as you came. She’d been wanting to make you unravel like this for so long and she wasn’t about to let it escape her grasp, this wouldn’t be the last time she sees it tonight, let alone any days to come. You’re hers now, you’d be begging for this any day soon, she’s sure of it.

You were still catching your breath when she spoke again.

“Come with me upstairs, sweetheart - I can make you feel so good again.” She helped you up from the sofa, pulling you to her to hover her lips over yours. “Don’t even think about going out with Carol - you’re not going.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda maximov #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda mcu

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pynkgothicka · 2 years ago

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Monstober Day 1 : Arachnid! Peter Parker

a/n: I suck at any October challenge...

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, breeding, creampies, Switchy Peter Parker, Aphrodisiac, kidnapping

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

The web you found yourself in was tight and sticky. You were wrapped in a cocoon like fixture the people surrounding you, rotting and decaying as time passed on. You saw as some of them twitched, mimicking as if they had been alive in a previous life. You knew better than to keep moving, but you could hear the constant movement below you and all you could do was keep moving. You had to get out.

The web you were stuck in bounced as you looked beneath you, only to see a man climbing up the web with ease. The cave you were in was dark and wet, something you didn't know you hated until now. It made you sweat more, dried tears staining your face. The entity made it to you and you were more afraid than before.

His face was contorted into a set of long fangs, mouth elongating splitting his face in half. He had a mandible set. 3 sets of eyes also made his face more scary, the only main set having pupils. He had a total of 3 sets of arms, 2 sets being sharp appendages, each holding onto a set of webs, his body hovering above you. He heaved above you, each breath causing his chest to rise and fall.

“Hi…” He mumbled one of his arms coming behind you to detach you from the web itself.

“Are you going to eat me…” You questioned as you felt your head begin to loosen. You head pounded as the recoil hit.

“No! I would never! Especially with someone as gorgeous as you.” You muttered out, finally removing you from the web. “I never thought I’d get such a goddess in my cave, but I do now! Not in a creepy way-” He enthused carrying your silk wrapped body down the web. He kept moving all the way until he reached a hole in the cave system. He pushed back the webbing he had as a door, revealing a set of pillows and sheets all in a huge pile. He had lanterns set up, brightening up the area. He also had a ‘table’ messy as ever. He laid you down and instantly cut the set of webbing that held you together. You were flabbergasted as he urged you to lay down.

“Thank you…” You said sitting down on the mass of sheets. He sat down next to you, smiling as wide as ever.

“What's your name?” He questioned scooting closer to you. You told him your name only for him to smile and move closer.

“I like your name. I’m Peter!”

“Nice… To meet you… Peter.” You said slowly, Peter enthusiastically nodding with each pause. “Why am I here?”

“You can prove that I’m not scary! I don't want to scare people anymore, I’m a good guy! Plus… I want company… the last company I had died…” He looked genuinely down but perked up once his eyes looked back up at you. “But you'll be great! Plus I’ve been in need of a new mate!” He purred out one of his sharp appendages coming out to gracefully stroke your face.

"Mate?!" You yelled louder than intended. "Peter, listen , you're a cool guy, I just… I'm not ready for anything like that." Peter looked genuinely upset. He got up and walked over to his dresser filled with a bunch of trinkets and toys. He pulled out a stray dead flower and yanked off a petal. "You'll see… you just need to see it my way." He crushed it in his hand, the petal crumbling into dust in his hand. He opened his hand, blowing it in your face. You started to cough as your lungs felt tight, everything burning. Your skin tingled at the slightest movement, everything becoming so hot so suddenly. "Your going to need relief soon. Don't worry. It's coming." He nervously let out getting back on the "bed".

His hand went to the back of your head pulling you in for a harsh kiss. His mandibles tickling your cheeks, long tongue pushing against your own. He pulled away tugging at the top of your dress. He grew aggravated and just tore at it with his sharper appendages, watching the scraps fall to the ground. He didn't even bother to take it slowly as he attached himself to your breasts, tongue swirling around your areolas.

You didn't know how to react, but it felt so good… He felt good.

He pulled away a string of saliva connecting the both of you. "What do you want, baby? Say it and it will be yours."

"I.. I want you inside me." You whimpered out grabbing at his torn up trousers. He allowed you, his length popping out in front of you. Pre cum leaked down the front, Peter beginning to pant out.

"Lick it… lick it please. I need you!" He begged out. Your body moved on his own as you licked a stripe up from his balls to his tip, sucking on the head.

He fell back pulling you off. "I can't cum yet… that would've taken me out…" He pushed you back climbing on top of you. His hands made quick work of pulling your skirt off. Peter lined himself up with your pussy, spitting on his cock. He pushed in, instantly cumming. He groaned out as you moaned. His length was the perfect fit. He started thrusting, putting your legs over his shoulders. He pounded into you, kissing at your legs.

"I love you, I love you.." he kept mumbling incoherently. You screamed as you came on his cock, as he fucked you through it. He smiled as he neared his end. He thrusted into you one final time as he filled your womb. Your aphrodisiac induced high wore off and you felt your vision blacken.

"I hope you like your new home.. mate.”

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Drown Me in Your Depths

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Warning: Dark Siren!Vi, Marine Biologist!Reader, Fictional Religion, Hypnotism, Siren Song, Studying a new species, Using Female/Male in scientific ways, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Biting, Paralysis, Virgin!Vi, Oviposition, Surprise Pregnancy, Egg laying, Vi kills you (Drowning)

Summary: You’re recruited to help study the mermaids of Va’Zaun due to your vast knowledge of the ocean. You meet a charming mermaid named Vi before you discover she’s the one thing you warned the crew about - a siren. Intrigued by her different appearance to normal sirens, you get the chance to study her.

Author Note: I’m gonna be honest, I cried writing the ending of this one. The final Monstober fic comes out on Halloween day! That one is going to be very dark, too.

“Please, Mr.Talis, call me Y/n. We’re going to be partners for the next year.” You chuckle.

“Of course, please, call me Jayce.” You nod before turning to your old acquaintance, “It’s wonderful to see you again, Viktor. How long has it been? Since the investigation of the Shadow Isles?” You smile at him.

“Investigation?” Viktor chuckles, “Your definition of investigation and my definition are two different things. We got chased by shadow monsters and you saved our asses, which is why I insisted that you be added to this team.” The two men lead you onto one of their research boats. People wave at you as you walk past them, enthusiastic about you joining their crew.

“So, what am I doing here?” You hum, stepping inside their lab. A woman turns around revealing herself to be Sky, Viktor’s fiancee. You grin at her and she brightens up and gives you a tight hug.

“You’re here to help us study these new creatures that have been discovered.” Sky grins, “We don’t know what to call them. The pictures were brought to us by a young student of the University who got stranded out here. Since you’re from the Isle of Buhru, we assume that you might know something about these creatures?” A picture appears on the screen of a half-naked woman with shimmering yellow scales and a fish-like tail. A soft gasp leaves your lips as you gaze at the image in awe. ‘I wasn’t aware that anyone captured an image of any Merfolk. If they’re here to study these creatures, I must warn them about their counterparts. There are few creatures my people are careful with and the Sirens are one of them.’

“From the look on your face, I assume you don’t know anything about these creatures?” Jayce asks in concern.

“On the contrary. I have seen depictions of these creatures, but this is my first time seeing a real image of one.” You’re grinning so hard your cheeks are hurting, “In my religion, we call these beautiful creatures Merfolk. The female-presenting ones are called Mermaids, while we call the male-presenting ones Mermen. They are creations of our Goddess Nagakabouros.”

“Please, tell us everything you know about them.” Viktor pleads.

“I will, but first, have any of your researchers gone down to the cliffside since you got here?” You question. ‘It’s important for me to know. If the Sirens have already caught wind of their arrival then they’ll be in danger.’

“No.” Jayce shakes his head, “Sky insisted that we wait for your arrival before proceeding. We don’t know anything about these creatures so everyone has been in their huts by sundown.”

“Good.” You sigh in relief, “What do you know about this area?”

“I know the history of the ruins.” Viktor leads you over to a map, “I’ve studied about this region extensively in every library I could get into.” The four of you stand around the map, staring down at the circled location.

“Please.” You motion to him, “Tell me what you know. I’ll fill in anything that needs to be added.”

“The area we’re docked outside of is currently known as the Sunken Ruins of Oshra Va'Zaun. In 772 AN, people settled on the isthmus and created these massive towers they called the Sun Gates. They used explosives to create a river through the land but it made the ground unstable. At the time, it was unknown to the people, but there was a massive cave network underneath them. Only a few days after the completion of the Sun Gates, the entire land bridge collapsed into the sea in the dead of night. The only survivors were people who had left for various reasons. No one who was on the land bridge survived. People who came back returned to find the eerie sight of the Sun Gates guarding an empty pool of water where their homes used to be. Sailors continued to use the passageway but not everyone made it out. There was no pattern to it but random ships would go missing, presumed to have sunken in the Sun Lake. With it being the fastest way to carry cargo, ships continue to go through regardless of potential death.” You nod to yourself, taking in what he’s saying.

“You have the history. That’s good.” You pick up one of the markers and start writing on the screen, “Now, I’ll tell you the rest of it.”

“The rest of it?” Jayce raises an eyebrow, “I didn’t know there’s more.”

“That’s where Y/n comes in.” Sky pulls up an image of your home, “You may have only heard of Bilgewater. But, Y/n is a daughter of the Mother Serpent, one of the indigenous Buhruian that live on the Blue Flame Isles. Her people have knowledge of all sea creatures, not just the ones around them. Y/n is the most knowledgable, which is why she is a Luminary and held in high regard.”

“Thank you, Sky. After the cities sunk beneath the sea, the people who didn’t die immediately were gifted by Nagakabouros with life. The ability to survive within her ocean. Trapped within the Sun Lake with no way out, they evolved into the creature you have a photograph of. Merfolk are incredibly beautiful, friendly, but vain creatures that will help humans but are especially helpful in return for jewelry. Not everyone is lucky enough to witness them as they tend to stay within secluded reefs that aren’t visible from the passageway.” You explain, pulling up imagery of merfolk from Buhru. You click through, explaining how your people know about them and that the knowledge has been kept mostly as a secret.

“That means they’re safe to get close to, right?” Viktor furrows his brow, “You looked a bit anxious earlier when you asked if we’ve approached them.”

“The merfolk are safe to approach, but they aren’t the ones I’m worried about. I’m relieved that you chose to anchor here. As I’ve spoken of the merfolk, there is another group of creatures you need to know about that live here. The reason there are ships going missing.” You say seriously, “We call them Sirens. They’re dangerous creatures that live in the depths of the Sun Lake. They don’t hold the same beauty as the mermaids do, but they don’t need to. They have alluring voices that they use to sing and lure people into the water so they can consume them.”

“You mean they eat people?!” Jayce gasps.

“Yes.” You nod, “They only do so under the cover of darkness so they cannot be seen, which is why I’m relieved you’re indoors before then.”

“You said that Sirens don’t hold the same beauty as mermaids? What do they look like?” Viktor tilts his head.

“Imagine what a deep-sea fish may look like. Sirens have long black tails and very pale skin. Some may have fins, barbed tails, or even contain bioluminescent abilities. They won’t dare to come to the surface while the sun is out, but don’t get complacent.”

“How do you know these things?” Jayce questions, baffled, “You’ve never seen them before and yet you know everything about them.”

“One of the two gifts granted to me by Nagakabouros. Knowledge of all sea life.” You smile, your Kraken necklace shining in the light, “I may not be like the High Priestess Illaoi, but I am formidable.” When Illaoi declared that you were to go on this research voyage, eyes glowing green, you did not question her. For she spoke with the tongue of the Mother Serpent, and if you were the one being sent you’d take it. After all, preserving sea life has been the passion of your soul and a soul emblazoned by passion is one in constant motion.

“This… is why I insisted she come along.” Viktor smiles.

“Then we’ll start preparing for research tomorrow.” Jayce grins, “Sky, can you work on relaying this information to the crew?”

“I’m already on it, Jayce.” Sky smirks, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“Let’s get you settled in your hut.” Viktor leads you by the shoulders to the door, “You must tell me more about your religion. I find it so fascinating.”

“Don’t you know enough?” You tease him.

“Never.” Viktor chuckles.

You were up with the sun, seated on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the Sun Lake as the rest of the crew slowly awoke. When you had stepped out before the sun could peek over the horizon, you barely caught the shadows of inky black tails slipping below the waves. With the first rays of daylight hitting the water, the merfolk came out to their sunstones. From the height you’re at, you could see the glistening of their scales and the beauty of their faces. The mermaids that were particularly decorated, caught your eyes, and you wondered if you’d indulge in a swim with them.

Jayce came to collect you for breakfast before transitioning into a debriefing about the jobs for today. Research Team A would be making first contact with the colony, while Team B would hang back and observe the interactions from afar. You were asked which team you’d like to be a part of, and you shrugged saying that you’d be a part of whatever team came your way. Viktor chuckled and they continued on with preparations. Once again, you warned them all about the sirens and said that they must be back in their huts by sunset. They nodded and everyone got to work.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea air as the wind blows. Your feet had taken you back to the cliff edge of their own volition as you take in the view. ‘I can see why it’s called the Sun Lake.’ You smile to yourself. The sunlight reflected off of the water and made it seem like the whole place was glowing. ‘This would have been a gorgeous place if it didn’t collapse all of those years ago.’ With a hum, you turn and head down the path to the shoreline. You can see Team A setting up, some talking with the mermaids from the shore and others getting ready to go in. Your bathing suit is on underneath your clothes, but you weren’t anticipating going into the water so soon.

“Miss Y/n!” Taylor - an Animal Behaviorist you’ve worked with before - comes up to you with a bright smile, “I’m so relieved that you’re here with us!”

“I wouldn’t miss this, Taylor. Are you heading in with the others or staying on the beach?”

“I’m heading in.” Taylor gets close to you to whisper in your ear, “One of the mermen has been eyeing me since I came down to the beach.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making you laugh.

“You should come in with us!” Ann bounces up to you, “It wouldn’t be the same without you. Besides! We haven’t seen you in a few years, and there are no sea monsters for you to fight with.” You bite your lip as they give you pleading glances. Your eyes flick out and you notice that the other people on the team are also giving you the same look.

“Okay.” You sigh, a smile on your face, “I’ll come in.”

“YES!” They all cheer, making you laugh. Taylor leads you over to the area where they have their clothes folded up, and you slip out of yours. The sun against your skin feels nice and you take a moment to enjoy its warmth. You stop at the edge of the water, watching as the other researchers go in and get approached by mers interested in them. Their tail colors were captivating. Vibrant yellows, blues, pinks, oranges, and a few green ones. Multi-colored, striped, swirled or patternless ones. ‘The ocean has some of the most lovely creatures. I am continually amazed by the progression of life.’

“Nervous?” A guy you have yet to meet stands next to you.

“No.” You shake your head, “I’m admiring them. They seem to be excited about interacting with so many humans. They’re a little amazed to see so many at once.”

“You understand them?” His eyes widen.

“It’s ancient and slightly modified, but I can piece it together.” You give him an amused smile, “My home has many ancient languages. You researchers need to get out more.”

“They’re speaking to us perfectly though.” He furrows his brows.

“Their magic. They’re helpful creatures, so they have to be able to communicate.” You raise an eyebrow, “You’re asking a lot of questions. Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not- Okay, I’m nervous. I’ve swum with sharks and you’d think I’d be less nervous.” He sighs and you grab his hand, leading him into the water.

“Come on.” You give him a kind smile, and a couple of mermaids come your way once the water is waist-deep. ‘They look alike. Twins or just sisters?’

“Hello there!” One of them chirps, “I’m Kai, it’s nice to meet you!” She has long blonde hair decorated with starfish.

“I’m Keylee!” The other one says, “We’re sisters, and you two?”

“I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself, “Could you help my friend? He’s nervous about being around mermaids for the first time. I told him that you’re very kind, but he’s a little shy.” They brighten up and nod their heads. You move out of their way, letting them gently grab his arms and guide him toward the rock they had been relaxing on. He gives you a nervous glance but you give him a thumbs up.

You look around and nod to yourself seeing that everyone is talking with a mer. As the one with the knowledge of merfolk, Jayce had requested that you create a set of rules for everyone to follow. So, you gave them three. One, don’t go past the coral reef where the drop is. While the reef continues into the sunken ruins, it is too deep down to be there safely. Once you’re out of the sunlight zone, that’s when you should start worrying about sirens. Two, don’t insult a mer. They’re very kind individuals but the colony will shun someone who is mean to one of them. That’ll make research harder. Three, everyone needs to be in their huts by sundown. No exceptions, unless it’s an emergency. If you’re out past sundown, you’re responsible for what happens to you.

Thankfully, the group you’re with understands how dangerous things can get. Viktor’s crew have been in some unsavory situations, and Jayce’s group didn’t want to experience that. So, you were okay to let your guard down until they started to get comfortable. That tends to be when people disregard the rules.

Mentally you count out everyone but freeze when you can’t spot Ann. You whirl around trying to find her when you see her sitting on a large rock by the edge of the reef. You exhale heavily seeing her there with a blue-haired mermaid. ‘I shouldn’t leave her there on her own. With the distance she’s at, she’ll have to swim in sooner than others.’ You head over to her, giving in to the urge to dive under the water and swim through the reef. The saltwater stings your eyes for a moment, but you adjust to it while you explore the reef. Brightly colored fish swim around you and you smile as a turtle comes up to you. You giggle as it twirls around with you, trying to keep you in its sight as you move around. You felt at home in the water, in the domain of your Goddess. It was what you dedicated your life to.

The ache in your lungs catches your attention, so you kick off the sandy floor to get you to the surface quickly. You take a deep breath once you’re above water and wipe your eyes. Funnily enough, your swim through the reef took you exactly where you wanted to go. Now that you’re closer, the rock is actually the top of a building tower instead of a piece of the cliff.

“Y/n!” Ann grins, holding her hand out to you, “Come join us!” You take her hand and let her pull you out of the water. You feel your heartbeat pick up in excitement at being so close to creatures you’ve been fascinated with for years. ‘I never imagined I’d be here. This is so surreal. But, there’s another mermaid here, now. How long was I under?’ You settle next to her on the roof, pushing your wet hair back from your eyes. In the time it took you to get here, another mermaid had joined them. With the way they were sitting, you could only see around two feet of their tails but their colors are different from the others. A royal blue for the blue-haired mer while the pink-haired mer has an iridescent red that glistens with every movement. Your breath catches as your eyes glide up her muscular body, over her exposed breasts to meet her icy blue irises. ‘Is that a tattoo on her face?’ She tilts her head when you do, the sunlight catching the glittering metal in her nose.

“Y/n. This is Caitlyn.” Anna snaps you out of your staring, motioning to the blue-haired one, “And her friend, Vi, who joined us a moment ago.” She gestures to the one you were gazing at.

“Hello.” Caitlyn greets you, “Welcome to our cove.”

“Thank you for being so welcoming.” You smile, “It’s a dream come true for all of us to be here and able to speak with your colony.”

“It’s a pleasant surprise for us as well. We’ve never had so many humans here because of the-” She suddenly stops, exchanging a glance with Vi, and bites her lip.

“Sirens?” You say softly, causing them to snap their heads in your direction.

“How do you know about Sirens?” Vi asks as they both look at you with worry. Her voice is captivating, making your stomach twist as you try to focus on what she said. ‘The first mermaid I meet and I’m falling all over myself.’ You think with amusement.

“Y/n is a Luminary and a Marine Biologist. She knows about all sea creatures.” Anna smiles, responding while you try to clear your mind.

“Don’t worry, none of us will be out past sunset or head into the deeper water.” You try to placate them, “We’re here to study your colony if you’ll allow us to. We’d like to learn more about your species and what makes you so unique.”

“Our Councilors will be the ones to make that decision.” Caitlyn informs you, sitting up straighter, “But, I’d love to converse with you. I’ve never had the chance to speak to a human before. Could you tell us about yourselves?”

“We’d love to!” Anna chirps, nudging you, “Would you like to go first?”

“No, no.” You wave your hands, “You go ahead, Anna. You were conversing with them first.” Anna nods and launches into a detailed conversation about her life. Caitlyn and Vi listen closely to what she’s saying and you tune it out, too engrossed in observing the two of them. Your gaze on them doesn’t go unnoticed as Vi meets your eyes a few times, seemingly interested in what you’re doing. On the outside, you’re calmly watching them, but you’re freaking out on the inside. As someone who has dedicated her life to studying the ocean’s wonders, and catching sea monsters from a young age, nothing was as exciting as meeting the merfolk.

You couldn’t say that you weren’t a little more interested in the pink-haired mermaid. She has piercings in her fins and it makes you wonder which human must have given it to her. What question did this human ask that they so desperately sought out jewelry to give? She was very minimalistic compared to her friend who has pearls woven into her hair and a beautiful golden chain around her neck.

You didn’t have to say anything, as Anna carried the conversation until it was time to come in for lunch. You said goodbye to the mermaids and swam back to the shore where that guy from earlier gives you a thankful smile. As you dry off, you find yourself searching out those mermaids again and feel your heart sink when you don’t see them. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ You scold yourself. ‘I just met them.’ Once you were dried, you got back into your clothes and made the trek back up. Everyone was enthusiastically talking about their interactions with the merfolk, sharing their names and some information they learned.

The rest of the day was filled with enthusiastic chatter, going over protocols, and reevaluating things. You and Sky fell into a deep conversation about what you saw in the reef before Viktor joined in. During your conversation, your mind kept wandering to Vi and you had to force yourself to re-focus. Sunset rapidly approached and before you knew it, you were settling into bed as night fell. If all went well, you’d be knee-deep in researching the merfolk as early as Monday morning.

The next day, you were given the confirmation that the Councilors were allowing you to study their people. Everyone cheered, hurrying to set up an official base of operations and figure out a plan of what to do. You insisted that all examination of the merfolk be done first, eager to get started on cataloging their physical characteristics, and they agreed. As soon as you could, you were in the water with your entire team measuring and weighing every mer that allowed you to. They were so interested in what you were doing that they’d come up from the reef to see what was going on.

You felt like a kid on a pirate’s ship. You were examining everything but you had the most fun with their tails. There were so many things to look at - length, color, texture, thickness, composition, and the shape of their fins. Caitlyn had shyly given you a few of her scales when she realized how fascinated you were by them. Speaking of Caitlyn, you had the opportunity to get to know her and Vi. You’d take your lunch into the water and talk with them while you ate. They told you about the rich culture the merfolk have and you were surprised to find out that Caitlyn’s mother is one of the Councilors. You asked her how that affected her life in the colony and she sighed before telling you the things she experienced. When she met Vi, Caitlyn said her life changed for the better. Vi told you that they met when she stole the necklace Caitlyn was wearing and she chased her around the reef. That made you giggle and ask Vi to tell you more about her childhood. She had gone quiet and dismissed herself shortly after.

As the days went by, you found yourself more and more fascinated by Vi. You knew the bare minimum about her, that she was orphaned at a young age along with her little sister and that they had a hard life. There was a squid ink tattoo of a jellyfish on her back and arms, and a hammerhead shark on her neck. She mainly talked about her times with Caitlyn and you started to catch on that she might be hiding something. The other merfolk readily talked about their entire lives, and some even gossiped about the others that you had yet to meet. But, you never heard any talk about Vi.

One morning, as you were getting ready to head into the water, something made you pause. Of all the times you’ve been going out, you’ve never seen Vi in the shallows. On the days that Vi wasn’t surfacing, Caitlyn met you in the shallower water and you were able to see her whole tail. She said that the rooftop was her and Vi’s favorite place to hang out, but that confused you. You had caught Vi gazing longingly into the shallows, almost as if she missed being in the clear waters. You thought that you’d never get your answer, never get to know more about the mer you were beginning to crush on… until a few months later.

You were feeling restless. You had woken up a few hours before dawn and couldn’t go back to sleep. If you were back home, you’d head down to the shore and play in the water until you were tired once more. But, with the threat of the Sirens hanging over your head you couldn’t leave your home. So you sat at the window and gazed longly outside, imagining the smell of the air and the soothing crashing of the waves.

A movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention and you jolt in your seat as you see Jayce walk out of his home. ‘What is he doing outside at this time?! He knows better than that!’ You gasp. You watch as he starts heading up the path to the cliff and you feel your heart sink. ‘Damn it!’ You curse, throwing yourself up and racing to the door. You couldn’t let him die to a Siren, not when he had a whole life ahead of him and a gorgeous mermaid interested in him. You wrench the door open and your ears immediately pick up the soft, alluring song that has a hold on him. After all this time, a Siren finally made themselves known.

“JAYCE!” You scream, trying to drown out the song while you race after him, “JAYCE! SNAP OUT OF IT!” Your heart pounds in your chest as you can feel the song starting to edge in on your consciousness. ‘No. No. No! No! Don’t pay attention to that! Focus on the sound of the waves. Listen to the waves.’ You chant loudly to yourself. You were panicking. Jayce was getting closer to the edge and you didn’t know how to stop him. You run faster, gritting your teeth as you grab a hold of his arm and yank him away from the edge. You’re too close to the edge with the song getting louder in your mind and you shove Jayce back. He stumbles, body too relaxed to resist and you do the one thing you can think of. You knock him out.

Except, you’re not prepared for his full body weight to come falling onto you. You stumble back, a shriek leaving your lips as your foot finds empty air and you fall over the edge. Luckily for Jayce, his body lands at the edge of the cliff to your detriment. You scream, tumbling through the air as you try to orient yourself and face the water. Your stomach feels like it’s in your throat, eyes stinging as the wind whips around you, and you realize that the water is approaching fast. Terrified, you try to prepare your body to hit the water. You weren’t high up enough for it to kill you, but it was going to hurt. A shock goes through you as you hit the water and become submerged. Your body burns with the pain from the impact and refuses to move, slowly sinking down. The water swirls around you as the silhouette of something appears in front of you and two glowing eyes are all you can make out. ‘The siren… I’m going to die.’

Instead of being taken down further, you feel your body being lifted up. When you surface, you start coughing up water and your body slowly starts responding to you. You can’t see your savior, but you’re taken to a rock and laid on it causing you to turn your head. Your eyes widen when you see Vi’s face staring back at you in the dim light, the glowing eyes belonging to her.

“Well.” Vi smiles, her eyes shining in amusement, “Isn’t this an interesting predicament. You were the one to break my songspell and deny me of a meal.”

“Vi-” You cough up more water, shocked and horrified at the same time, “You’re a Siren? B-But you-” You couldn’t wrap your head around it. She appeared as the other merfolk did and don’t fit the images of the Sirens you’ve seen. The depictions your people make are never wrong, and you yourself had glimpsed a vision of one that your Goddess was kind enough to show you. ‘Then again, I’ve only seen her upper body. And sometimes genetic mutations lead to different appearances in species.’ Even close to death, your mind never stopped.

“I’m… different from my people.” Vi murmurs, stroking your cheek, “And you, sweet human, are in quite the predicament.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You rasp, feeling the burning in your throat.

“No. I’m too interested in you.” Vi hums, still stroking your cheek, “I’ll let you live if you give me the attention you give to Caitlyn. You can study me or whatever, but I want all of your attention.”

“Deal.” You say immediately, a fire in your heart igniting at those words.

Once the sun was up and you had dealt with Jayce, you met Vi in a small secluded cove on the other side of the cliffs. You brought your equipment with you and said that you were going to check out different areas. Jayce had you take a walkie in case you needed help and you sat on the shore and waited for Vi. You were still in shock. You had missed all of the signs that would’ve given away her being a Siren. Not coming into the shallows, her voice being more melodic than the others, even avoiding the days you were cataloging the merfolk’s physical traits. You felt silly, but that was outweighed by the intrigue you have for her.

“You came.” You snap your head up at Vi’s voice, scrambling out of the sand. Caitlyn was swimming closely behind her with a nervous expression.

“After last night, I have too many questions.” You say, walking into the water with no hesitation. Vi swims into the shallows and your jaw drops at the sight of her tail. ‘By the Goddess…’ Visually, you can tell that her tail is much longer than any of the merfolks. Coming off of it are thick, black spines but that’s not what catches your attention. Now that you can see her scales in full sunlight, they’re such a rich red that you reach out and touch them without a thought. Your heart was racing and you had no clue why.

“I can’t believe you broke the agreement!” Caitlyn hisses at Vi.

“Agreement?” You pause in the middle of stroking Vi’s scales, getting annoyed huff from her, “What agreement?”

“The Sirens aren’t allowed to lure your group. There was an agreement made that they would stay away from our area until you left.” Caitlyn huffs, “Vi broke it.”

“Why?” You furrow your brow.

“I was bored.” Vi gives you a sharp-toothed smirk, “Anyway, don’t you have work to do?”

“R-Right.” You stutter, heading back to your things.

“Caitlyn, you can leave now.” Vi says with an annoyed tone.

“Actually, Caitlyn… could you help me measure Vi’s tail before you go? I didn’t expect to need a second pair of hands.” You blush, holding up the measuring tape. Caitlyn brightens and enthusiastically nods her head while Vi groans and gives you a glare. You smile sheepishly but instruct Vi to straighten out her tail and let her body float. You give one end of the measuring tape to Caitlyn, moving up to Vi’s waist, and nearly choke on air. ‘Her tail is six feet long?!’

“What’s wrong, angelfish?” Vi’s claws caress your hip, making a shiver go up your spine.

“Nothing. I’m just amazed by how long your tail is.” You clear your throat, “Thank you for your help, Caitlyn. You can go back to the reef.” Caitlyn hesitates, but as Vi pulls herself onto a rock and calls to you, she leaves. You head over to Vi, feeling a little nervous now that you’re alone with her, but things go by smoothly. You get to complete your measurements, writing them in your personal journal with a reverence that you get the special honor of studying a Siren. Vi is a lot more touchy with you, complimenting you on how succulent your skin looks, dangerously scraping her claws over your exposed stomach. You blushed hearing these words from her, feeling oddly flattered but unable to find an appropriate response. ‘Would saying thank you be the wrong thing?’ At the end of it, you promised to come back to the cove tomorrow to do more research, and Vi said that she’d be waiting for you.

You told no one about what you were doing and they didn’t question you. You met up with Vi and she would tell you about herself while you continued to study her. You were entranced. There was a thin stinger at the end of her tail with some kind of poison like a stingray. A small prick on the tip of your finger had you dizzy for a little while and Vi took advantage of that, cradling you in her arms until it wore off. By that point, you were head over heels for her and a blushing mess. The Siren admitted to being into you, being interested in what made you so different from her. She was just as curious about you as you were to her. And one day, she caught you off-guard with a request.

“What?” You squeak, watching her tug at your swimsuit.

“Show me what’s underneath. I’ve let you study me, so the least you can do is let me see what makes you human.” Vi hums, licking her lips. That made you realize there was one part you had yet to ask the Merfolk about - their reproduction. ‘Maybe this can be a learning moment for the both of us? She might be more willing to tell me if I tell her about the human way.’

“Okay, but only if you tell me how your species reproduces.” You cross your arms, “I’ll tell you about humans and let you see.”

“That’s it?” Vi raises an eyebrow, “Deal, angelfish.” You bite your lip, but undo your top and let it rest on the rock next to you. You blush before reaching down and taking off the bottoms. Vi eyes take in your body as she swims closer to you. Her hands reach out to cup your breast in interest, squeezing them as you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Soft.” Vi mutters to herself, “So soft.”

“So, tell me about your species. How do you reproduce?” You clear your throat, trying to ignore her hands on your chest.

“Mmm we have ovipositors. Females can choose to insert their eggs into other females or carry their own. Males don’t have ovipositors, but they can fertilize a female’s eggs.” Vi hums, “Females will release their eggs and the Males spray their sperm into the water. The female will collect her eggs and carry them until birth.”

“Ovipositors?” Your eyes go wide, “Are the female’s eggs already fertile when they’re put into another? How does that work?”

“No. The other female fertilizes it.” Vi chuckles, finding your questions cute, “Males are not required to conceive.” Your mind buzzes at the information.

“Can I see what it looks like?” You ask sweetly.

“I don’t see why not.” Vi shrugs. She lays back and you watch in awe as her scales shift and a lighter red starts peeking through. You hold in an excited squeal as her ovipositor slowly emerges, a few shades lighter than her scales and a decent size. ‘It’s long, but if she’s depositing eggs she’d need to get inside so that makes sense.’ It’s got a flared head with a large hole that looks as though you can fit two fingers in. You walk over to her, clenching and unclenching your hands to stop yourself from reaching out and touching it. Tiny red scales start at the base and fade into tinier ones by the time it reaches the tip.

“Can I… Can I touch it?” You hesitate. You needed to know what it felt like.

“Go ahead.” Vi smiles in amusement, “It’s only my ovipositor, angelfish. It’s not like it’s anything special. I wouldn’t be showing you if it was.” You reach out and glide your fingers over it, surprised by the cooler temperature it has. It feels like a softer version of her scales and is very slick as you idly circle the opening of her head. ‘So this is where the eggs come from.’ Your finger tip dips into it, feeling very silky walls that have you grinning. ‘The outside is firm but the side is soft. Perfect for protecting and transporting eggs.’

“Have you had any? Any offspring?” You tilt your head to look in her direction. Vi’s gaze seemed a bit distant before she snapped back to attention. She didn’t seem like the type to have any, but you were studying a new species. There was still so much to learn. You step away and Vi retracts her ovipositor, pushing you towards the rock so she can get comfortable. You settle onto the smooth stone feeling exposed now that you’re out of the water.

“Me? No.” Vi shakes her head, “And you’re getting too far ahead. Tell me about humans.”

“Right. Sorry.” You blush, hesitating before you spread your legs for the Siren. She moves closer, her hands spreading your legs further and making you let out a startled squeak.

“Um, humans reproduce similarly. One body type has something we call a vagina and people with those can carry offspring. They have eggs, too, but they can’t be transferred to another. And then there’s the ones who fertilize the eggs - they have penises - but the difference is that it’s done internally-” You stop speaking as Vi’s fingers touch your clit.

“What’s this?” Vi furrows her brow, rolling your clit between her fingers and making you let out a gasp. You grab her wrist but she doesn’t let go, continuing to play with it and sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.

“I-It’s a part of the body that- makes us feel good.” You tighten your grip on her wrist as you moan, “Please stop doing that!” Your voice goes up in pitch and makes Vi pause, tilting her head.

“What were those sounds you were making?” Vi’s eyes light up, “Did I do that?”

“Some of us… make those sounds when we feel good. Mainly during ah… reproduction.” You struggle to explain it to her, especially when she’s back to playing with your clit, “But it’s mainly from stimualating our sexual organs.”

“What’s that? Like an ovipositor?” Vi stops and you shake your head to clear the growing fog. Your clit throbs, begging for more and the heat between your thighs reminds you there’s another place untouched. ‘I don’t know what it looks like, so I can’t say for sure but if they still have human-like anatomy…’

“The penis? Yeah. For females like me,” You tilt your hips up, shifting to show her the rest of you, “we have something else.”

“Oh! You have an anemone.” Vi grins, and your breath hitches when you feel her fingers rubbing your slit, “You don’t have scales around it so I didn’t even realize it at first. You’re very soft and wet. Is that normal for humans?”

“Yeah…” You breathe out, trying to swallow a moan, “I-It’s there that we- aaahhh Vi, wait- claws-” You groan as she puts her fingers in you, wiggling them around. Your pussy is happy for the intrusion, getting slicker as she prods at your velvety walls.

“You’re very warm and wet.” Vi’s eyes sparkle, stretching you out as she flexes her fingers, “Tight, too. Don’t worry, my claws won’t harm you. I can hold an egg in my hand without harming it. But, you… feel so nice, angelfish. Is this what your… penises? Go into?”

“Yes.” You moan loudly, her fingers finding your g-spot, “Vi, I think you should-”

“How do I get you to do that again?” Vi demands, stilling her fingers.

“Do what?” You blink.

“Make that sound.” Vi huffs, wiggling her fingers again, “I like hearing that sound from you.”

“Um…” You bite your lip, thinking about it. It wouldn’t hurt to show her how to, and you had asked to see her ovipositor, “Okay.”

So you do. You’re a bit flustered that you’re showing a Siren how to finger you, but she is a quick learner and soon your legs are trembling as you orgasm. Vi is startled by it but once again demands you tell her about what happened. So you explain to her the difference between humans having sex and reproducing, and she’s genuinely interested in hearing about it. Having to demonstrate what kissing is and let her feel you up. Merfolk and Sirens don’t do anything like that, only coming close to reproduce and that’s it. And when you mistakenly bring up being eaten out, she’s shoving her face between your legs to devour you.

Your interactions with Vi after that end up with you draped over the rocks as she enjoys your body. Her comments about how amazing you taste make your heart flutter, but you’re keenly aware of her predatory eyes. Her innocent curiosity seemed like a one-off thing and once she knew all she needed to know about you, her demeanor changed. She cooed at you in the darkest of tones, sometimes singing and luring you back into the water when you were trying to leave. She’d take you into the deeper water in the cove and wrap her tail around you to make out with you in her territory. That’s how you learned that this cove was hers. No other could come here as she killed everyone that did. The Merfolk feared her for that reason, and you’re finally exposed to her true nature.

Bite marks littered your body from times she wanted to taste you. Sinking her teeth into your supple flesh only to tease herself with a meal she wouldn’t let herself have. Not in that way, at least. She was ravenous; a greedy lover that took everything you had to offer and kept you coming back. And, you were taking it all. Every bite, every praise, every drawn-out orgasm that she gave you, you just as greedily took it.

“I want to put my ovipositor in you.” Vi purrs, her tail parting your thighs as she kisses your lips until they’re swollen, “Can I feel that warmth around me, angelfish?” Your pussy was burning, begging for attention as her scales stimulated the inside of your thighs. It was torture and she hadn’t seemed to want to touch you today. Now you know why.

“Yes!” You whine needily, relieved that you’re already naked, “Yes, please put it in me.” Vi’s ovipositor is quick to emerge and you guide her to your slit. You close your eyes as she pushes into you, her cool cock feeling odd within you but you find yourself liking it.

“Angel.” Vi groans, “Oh, I love how you feel. I didn’t think anything could feel so good around me like this. You’re so tight, so wet, so fucking warm.” She practically whines as she thrusts forward. You gasp when you feel her hit your cervix, the tip of her ovipositor pushing against it feeling unusually pleasurable.

“Fuck me.” You plead, “Please, I’ll show you how, just- please fuck me. I’ll make those pretty sounds for you.”

“Show me.” Vi growls and you hurriedly do. Her first few thrusts are testing and it takes her a little time to get used to it. But, once she finds her rhythm, she’s thrusting into your warm cunt and purring about how you feel. You moan at the feeling of her sliding in and out of you so easily. Vi’s desperate thrusts as she experiences pleasure for the first time are just what you need. She’s using your pussy as a way to get herself off and you didn’t mind since she was overwhelming you with pleasure. You’ve never felt this way before, as usually when someone hit your cervix it was painful, but when she did it you thought you’d orgasm from that alone.

You’re too lost in the pleasure to realize that Vi sinks in deeper, her cock spilling a fluid into you as it prepares to deliver her eggs. Vi’s chasing the building pressure in her abdomen, feeling you getting tighter around her so she’s unaware of her body’s natural reaction. You moan out her name as you cum, your pussy tightening around her as your walls flutter and encourage Vi to release as well. Neither of you are aware of the eggs that slip into your womb.

Time flies by and before you know it, it’s been a year since you started your research on the Merfolk. You and Vi continued to meet up, sometimes even in the middle of the night when you wanted to make sure that you were alone. She would bring you pearl necklaces and drape you in the finest jewelry from her collection. You found it hard to look past that she murdered humans for food sometimes, especially knowing that she relished in it. But, you had to remind yourself that was how her species was. Humans were their main food source even if they fed on fish in the meantime.

Vi loved you, but her eyes were always predatory. She admitted to fantasizing about tearing into your flesh, hearing your screams or luring you out into the waters to sweep you away. Her bites got harder, claws started to cut into your skin and her grip on your hips became more than possessive. Then, while she was fucking too, you got sick. The world spun and you thought that you might throw up. You had to radio Jayce to come get you, barely able to put your bikini back on with Vi’s help much less walk into shore.

The crew arrived in a panic, picking you up off your towel and hurrying back to the medical bay. You were pale and struggling to communicate from how nauseous you were. Sky ran intensive tests on you to make sure that you weren’t sick with any unknown illnesses. She took blood samples and promised to get back to you as soon as possible. Bea - the assistant nurse - took good care of you and made sure you were staying hydrated.

“Bea, can you give us the room?” Sky asks and Bea nods, helping you sit up before leaving. You could see the nervous look on Sky’s face, Viktor and Jayce coming into the room behind her. ‘Am I sick?’ You furrow your brow. ‘It must be something serious for them to be here.’

“Have you been sexually active during your time here?” Sky questions, sitting down in the chair next to you.

“I-” You pause, not sure how to answer that, “I have.”

“With who?” Sky’s eyes sparkle with concealed enthusiasm.

“Um…” You feel your cheeks heat up and it makes Sky squeal, “With… Vi.”

“Vi?” Jayce’s eyebrows shoot up, “The mermaid?”

“Ah- Yeah.” You swallow, you haven’t told them yet, “Why? What’s wrong?”

“You’re two months pregnant.” Viktor smiles, “We can’t tell the sex, unfortunately.” Your jaw drops as you stare at them in disbelief. ‘Pregnant?! No, I can’t be pregnant. That shouldn’t be possible! That would suggest that we’re still genetically similar enough to conceive cross-species! …When would Vi have implanted her eggs in me?’ You blush fiercely realizing that there were too many times you had sex. Being two months along means that it must’ve been the first time you did.

“We don’t know if the pregnancy will be viable, so we’ll have to monitor you.” Sky starts writing something down, “But, you should let her know.”

When you told Vi, she was shocked but that flipped around quickly. She was ecstatic and wanted to spend every moment with you. The further along you got, Vi’s eyes seemed to get darker. She was holding you, nibbling at your neck, caressing your stomach and cooing in your ears. Some mornings you’d wake up in the cove, wrapped up in Vi’s tail and nestled against her, confused as to how you got there.

During an ultrasound, you found out that you have two eggs growing inside of you. They were large at seventeen and a half-inches and from the signs your body was exhibiting… they’d be coming anytime soon. To your lover’s joy, you went into labor when you were with her. The cramps had you crying out in pain and Vi perked up like she knew what was happening. You called in for assistance and Sky and the nurses came running. Vi held you as you screamed in pain, tears falling from your eyes as you forced her eggs from your body.

You watched through lidded eyes as Vi cradled the eggs in her arms and disappeared below the waves. For the next week, you were bedridden and taken care of to make sure your body returned to normal. You longed to see your lover, wondering what was happening to your eggs, your children until Anna came bursting into the room, “Y/n! Caitlyn told me to tell you that the eggs hatched! She said once you’re healed, Vi wants you to meet her at the cove!”

So you went.

You walked into the water, breathless as you laid your eyes on your daughters. They were as big as a one year old human baby with tiny tails. They cling to Vi’s breasts, eyes lighting up when they see you and swim over. The words they speak are nothing but babbling but you’re amazed by how fast they developed. Things were different when it came to the sea.

“They have markings.” Vi finally speaks, watching them swim around, “Nagakabourous. Our Goddess.” You jolt, not having heard that name uttered in over a year.

“She approves of them, then.” You nod.

“I have to take them home… wait for me here?” Vi asks and you nod. With a sweet kiss from Vi and a goodbye to your daughters, they leave you alone. Hours go by but you do not move. It is only when the sun is hovering just above the horizon that something feels off. It felt as though the world had paused and you were the only thing moving. Then you hear it. The sweet, seductive voice that belonged to your lover.

Welcome to my cage, little lover. Attempt to rearrange with you, baby. Still don't know your name, miss honey. Let's go up in flames, pretty lady.

You feel your heart flutter, your feet carrying you deeper into the water until they no longer touch the sandy bottom. Her sirensong beckons to you, pulling you out to where you can see her floating in the water. It’s the deepest part of the cove, and as you feel her seeping into your mind, you know what’s to come. There was no mistaking it.

The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone. Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind? I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea.

Closer and closer. Vi held her hand out to you and you took it, allowing her to pull you into her arms. She captured your lips in a searing kiss, one full of passion, need, and hunger. But, it is a sharp pain at the base of your spine that has you gasping against her lips. You can feel the paralysis setting in as your legs slowly become heavy and you can no longer feel Vi’s arms around you. Tears form in your eyes as you meet the glowing irises you’ve come to love.

“After all this time? You’d kill me?” You whisper, searching her face for an answer.

“The prettiest coral gets picked.” Vi responds, “You gave me two daughters to remember you by, and I am a selfish lover. I want no other to gaze at you the way I do. To love you the way I do. You knew this might happen when you said I love you to me.”

“No one compares to you.” Your lips brush over hers, your legs going limp.

“Relax.” Vi whispers, “Let me take you away. Let me drown you in my heart, where I’ll have you forever.”

“You’ll care for our daughters?” You search her eyes, seeing nothing but love for you. She nods.

“They’ll learn about you, my angelfish. My Y/n.”

“Then… drown me in your depths, my love.” You rest your forehead against hers, the feeling in your body almost completely gone. Vi lowers you into the water, giving you one final kiss before diving down with you in her arms. The light vanishes and all you can see are Violet’s blue eyes as her voice surrounds you.

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea. I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue…

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yandere-sins · 2 months ago

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Monstober - Day 1: Chimera

I had a daydream similar to this for a while and since I recently watched "Damsel" I thought human sacrifice was the way to go for day one of my challenge (Words you can only say on the internet, not in real life--) ♥ Enjoy!

Prompt: Chimera | Mixed // Misunderstood // Insanity Warnings: (Monster!)Yandere, Fem!Reader, Stabbing, Blood Mention, Dying Mention (no character death), Human sacrifice, Mention and Description of Monster (obviously), Long Post

"No... no, no, please no!"

"It is necessary for our future. For the kingdom."

There was reluctance in his voice; his eyes that he kept forward were fogged with inexplicable horror, his hand trembling around your wrist. But his grip didn't loosen, no matter how much you shook, tore, pulled—he didn't give you a chance to escape the fate he had sealed for you.

"Father..." you sobbed, stumbling over your own feet, your heels dragging the carpet with them as you planted them firmly into the fabric ground. You wanted to believe in the pain you had seen in his eyes when the clerics told your father what to do. Tried to believe he didn't mean to do this cruel thing to his one and only daughter, the last family he had. But you also remembered how his face hardened after the initial shock, how he made peace with this decision that he claimed was unavoidable, no matter how much it pained him.

"There will be no one left! If you continue like this, you'll be all alone!" you cried, the guards lowering their heads shamefully as you two passed them in the hallway in an unfit manner for royals. They wouldn't even lift a finger to save you or stand in the king's way to do their duty towards the princess they had protected all their life. You knew each of their names, the helms they were ordered to wear to hide their shame, not sparing them from being recognized.

"Brother is gone, Mother is gone! You'll have no one! There must be another way! There must be something we can do against this monster!"

No one would meet your gaze as you pleaded for your life.

Your fate was sealed.

Crying even harder, you collapsed to the ground, being pulled forward only by your father, whose eyes drooped heavy with tears. The years had worn him down, and the rising of an ancient creature had been the last thing his poor heart could take. Before you wasn't the king you once knew, the father you adored. It was but a poor, old man who had lost everything to one misery after the other.

And yet, he didn't waver, didn't stop. He turned around only to pick you up from the ground, setting you back on your feet, giving your pain no ounce of attention before continuing to drag you to the monster's cave. Down, down below the castle, until you were both drowning in the darkness and your sorrow. It was hard to hate your father, hard to hate the people that once loved you, when all they knew now was fear of a force no one had ever witnessed but the clerics had deemed to be the wrath of the gods.

"It's your duty," your father choked forth, a third down the endless staircase where it was as dark and suffocating as you imagined death would be.

"And who will you sacrifice next? Another noble? Another child? When will it end, Father?"

Coming to a standstill on the stairs, you heard your father gulp. It was the only moment of respite he granted you, and you should have used it to break free and run away. He was old, and you were not; he might have let you go, seeing as you were the last of his family left. But you didn't. Both of you were duty-bound, even if that meant killing you. You knew the answer to your own question, unable to bear the truth and the misery your escape would cause upon the kingdom you loved almost as much as your father did.

"When the monster is satisfied," he replied sorrowfully, unable to give you the exact amount of sacrifices it would need. No more words needed to be spoken, and as you two descended the staircase, his hand slipped from your wrist, but your legs didn't stop.

Truthfully, your knees were nearly collapsing from fear, and your instincts screamed at you to flee. But when you embraced the country as the future ruler after the disappearance of your brother and your mother, you swore to protect it. You swore to be who they needed, and what they needed was this. A sacrifice.

You had to catch yourself a few times on the stone walls that encased you on your descent. A few times you considered abandoning everything. But what would happen to your people? What would happen to everyone you held dear, who believed in you all your life and supported you unconditionally?

The betrayal of your own father, willing to sacrifice you, was worse than any assassination attempt and hurt more than the wounds of loss inflicted on you by the very same man who promised you to do everything to unite your family again. But you weren't that stupid, never believed a word when he told you they ran away, abandoned you two. As you walked down these stairs, it became abundantly clear that he had lied. That everyone had lied. The more you thought about it, the more it was obvious what happened.

You were not the first in this long line of sacrifices.

But when the soldiers announced the beast was ravaging the villages again, the people demanded a solution, and the clerics swore that only a noble sacrifice could satisfy the beast's hunger. Another one. And now, another one. What was your father supposed to do? How could he refuse? How could you?

Two lamps welcomed you in front of the sturdy doors, the only way to keep the monster out. The stale air choked you as you stood before them. They showcased an impressive number of ancient runes carved into them for protection. The handles were clean, and the runes seemed to have been re-carved recently. You began to shake uncontrollably at its sight, your mind unable to comprehend it was going to die but knowing that these stone doors were all that separated you from your fate.

Only now did you hear your father's sobs and watched him come undone as you two stood in front of the entrance to the cave that housed this terrible creature for centuries. Without thinking, you reached out your hand, wanting to rub his back, perhaps find comfort for yourself in the touch. But at the last second, you withdrew, the betrayal too tremendous, and this gesture not changing anything besides making it harder to let go.

He pushed onwards as if driven by an invisible force. Your heart couldn't understand the dissonance between his actions, the crying yet complying. But your head did. And as much as fear was gripping you, as much as you wanted to flee, you followed him warily, driven by the same force whilst harboring the same tears in your eyes. You were both mourning the now, past, and future. The pain was almost too much to bear.

With all his strength—which seemed like none in this haggard, old body of his—your father grabbed the handle of one of the stone doors, the grating sound of it shaking you to the core as he pushed it open just a gap. He couldn't and wouldn't open it further, not risking more than he already did by offering your life in exchange for peace.

"Go," he ordered, sounding tired of life, as if it was his turn to go. "Go, I'll bear witness."

You noticed the chair by the lamp, the wood new and the cushions still whole. How many hours, how many days, had your father sat here, listening to the monster? Making sure the door was locked after sacrificing his family one by one? Witnessed the horror, the screams?

Something inside of you told you he sat there for many days and would sit for many more, as was his duty as the king who sacrificed his people. You couldn't place his pain above yours but knew you couldn't run either. Was this how your brother and mother felt as well? Did they want to leave but couldn't, despite feeling so, so hurt and betrayed? Your father did it for the greater good, but did he have to be so heartless about it?

You stood before the gap, only darkness awaiting you, suddenly frozen when you felt his hand at the small of your back, still warm, still caring. For a moment, he was your father. For a moment, you wanted to believe he acted in your best interest, not the kingdom's. For a moment, you still loved him more than anyone else.

"Forgive me," your father whispered, and you dared to look back over your shoulder when you felt the sudden pang of pain in your side, the betrayal so loud it overtook all your senses with the sound of your body being sliced open.

With a knife in your side, you were pushed forward, gasping and sputtering as the pain zapped through your veins. More tears welled up in your eyes as you collapsed to the ground, feeling the rumble of the door being shut behind you. This time, you did look back, but all you could see was the red light of the torches through your tears before you were plunged into darkness, the grating of the stone doors echoing from all around you.

So much anger, so much frustration welled up in these last moments of your life. The betrayal made you scream, but as the sound left your throat, you realized the strength you had gained from the pain. Although unsteady and frantic, you got to your feet, your hand catching onto the wall to your right, guiding you through the entrance. You were driven by nothing but betrayal and anger, even as the pain weaved its way through your body, making every step harder to endure.

Logically, you knew it was mercy. That the intention had been for you to die before the monster could get to you. A monster no one had ever seen, ever survived to tell the tale of. And although it was the only explanation for all the misery your country had to endure, if you ever wanted to forgive your father and die honorably, you had to see it for yourself, witness its existence before your death. You grabbed the knife, but you realized it hurt too much at the first miserable tug. That you couldn't possibly get it out. Even though you had nudged it a little, you decided to leave it there, allow it to give you some time.

Finding light at the end of the tunnel was a surprise you didn't expect. Stepping out into a cave without a roof, showcasing the gray sky, and bathing you in a light drizzle was not the scenery you expected to die in. There was no way out but through the hole in the ceiling, yet you didn't remember where this place could possibly be in the kingdom, just that it was impossible to escape. How could anything survive here, with walls too smooth to climb out and just a carved-out pit to hide from the weather?

You noticed there was hay in the pit, still dry, but not much else except for dirt and stone all around you. You expected bones and clumps of flesh, gore, and vile. The hallway you had come from was shrouded in darkness, but there was no going back, that much you knew. You took another step forward, into the light, and immediately, you were hit with dizziness, your body falling forward, but you caught your balance just in time. Seeing your own blood dripping onto the wet floor, robbed you of the last bits of strength you had gathered, and ultimately, you sunk to the dirty floor, hitting it on your side.

So this is it, you thought as you lay there, realizing there never had been a monster. No monster could have escaped from this inescapable place and caused havoc. It was simply a place to get rid of people in the name of sacrifice. All this time, part of you had defended your father in your mind, but you had been wrong in the end. And it had led to your doom, your death so unfitting of you. Had you not been a good princess? Had you not offered help and support wherever you could, gotten your hands dirty for those in need, and lived humbly while being kind? Was that the reason they had to get rid of you? Because you just had not been the kind of person they wanted to give the throne to, not as ruthless and stern as your father?

The ground shook around you, but you were too tired to flinch, to even react. It was strange; the continuous pattern of rain had been interrupted as the day seemed to darken above you. You tried to twist your head, focus your gaze, and make out what happened, but it was hard to understand what you were seeing.

"So what would you do if you could do it all over again?" a voice asked. It made you wary, even if you barely had the strength left to care. Deep and gravely, you felt the ground shake under your barely conscious mind. Was it a man? A woman? Were they talking to you? Where did they come from?

"Wouldn't you hunt them down, kill them for what they did to you, destroy every bit of the land they cherished over you?"

Someone—something—completely blocked out the light shining down from above. A shadow so dark it turned day into night. The rain stopped completely just as your breathing began to be labored, shallow. You tried to focus, tried to make it out. The shapes of the body made no sense. Round, triangle, rectangles. A face, wings, paws. It smelled wet and rotten next to the stinging metallic of your own blood. Foul, yet sweet. The body reminded you of a beast, but when its face drew closer, it was that of an angel whose expression was not right yet so familiar in its pain.

Oh, god, you thought. It's real. The monster is real.

"Wouldn't you return their gestures? Take the same things away from them that they have from you? Their food, their freedom, their family? Tell me, little princess, would you not destroy the very things they worked so hard for, build on top of the corpses of those you love?"

It leaned down a little more, and you couldn't help but hitch a breath. Razor-sharp teeth and slitted eyes, their glow so harsh with all the darkness around you. You felt the breath of the creature wave over your throat—it was this close. Close enough to bite, crunch, and break through your pitiful bones. And yet, despite the venom it spewed, you heard only the miserable truth of those who were wronged. This thing, whatever it was, in all its gruesome, beautiful features, was the same as you were. Mourning the same things, raging for the same reasons.

But as you used the last bits of your strength to think about it, you realized you couldn't agree. You were angry and betrayed, but whatever this creature was, so strange, so different, it was real. You had not been lied to. And it must be deadly, just by the looks of its teeth and claws, so naturally, people would fear it. Naturally, they'd do what they could to get rid of it. How could you blame them for being afraid when you, most of all, knew how terrifying it was?

"Maybe..." you croaked, forcing the word from your throat. "Maybe I'd try to change things next time. No more betrayal. No more sacrifice. Peace. Understanding."

Your father would have called you his sweet, gentle daughter had he heard you. But you were dying, so why should you care if your answer was a bit naive? You didn't want anyone to go through what you had to go through; feel what you felt. Not even the monster. And who knew? Maybe it was no monster at all, just because it looked different.

"Hmm?" the voice coaxed, withdrawing in movements that were too sharp for its human parts, its manners so bird-like and not just because of the wings that fluttered and puffed expectantly. You realized it wasn't just one thing as you heard claws scraping impatiently over the ground. Huge paws settled on either side of your body as the creature hovered above you. It could crush you with the immense size of its body, but you couldn't help but reach out, feeling the soft fur of its leg against your fingertips.

"Because next time, I'd not be helpless. I'd not fear you more than I fear my father. Next time, surely... I'd try to do better..."

"Hmm? Hmmm?" The creature kept coaxing more from you, not realizing that you lost conscience by the fading of your voice.

"Interesting," it chittered after a moment of silence. Ears perked to hear your heart slowing while your hand fell off its paw. Its own hand reached out, the round of its claws brushing up your palm until it could intertwine your fingers, your hand barely big enough to meet the requirements to be held by theirs.

It sniffed the air, the smell of blood pungent.

"Interesting," it repeated, chuckling as it grabbed you by the arm, its free hand dedicating two oversized fingers to grab the knife. It wasted no time lifting you high into the air at its eye level before pulling the knife out of you and discarding it over its human shoulder.

"I'll hear what you have to say, little princess. Wish to learn if you could be different from all of us. But first, you must heal. Must stop the bleeding. Humans are so fragile."

It tutted as it carried you over to its resting space, and your body jerked as the blood gushed from the stab wound. It truly seemed to be the end for your bloodline as you were laid safely between the monster's paws, settled to be either tended to or eaten. But at least you wouldn't have to witness it.

You'd not die a monster like everyone else.

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"Is it done?"

Despite your senses only partially having returned, you recognized the voice that woke you from slumber. It was the same exhausted, whiney voice that had fooled you into obeying. Your father. The king.

You felt like you were still dying, wetness spreading over your back as pressure rubbed it all over your skin. It almost felt like a massage, but it was nowhere as relaxing, not with your body still in a state of deadly distress. Even if you weren't dying, it sure felt like it all over again.

"It sure is, my king. You finally managed to satisfy me with your puny sacrifices. This one is much better than the last."

This time, the voice was much closer, so cut-throat close, in fact, it raised goosebumps on your skin. The "massage" stopped, and you heaved a breath, but your body barely moved. The sarcasm in the voice, however, didn't go unnoticed. You were witnessing a conversation, much more than participating, but undoubtedly, the topic was you.

"By the gods... don't tell me you plan to--"

"Eat her?"

You remembered now. It was the voice of the monster. Memories flooded back to the forefront of your thoughts, memories of the questions it asked, memories of what it looked like. It hurt to think about it. The fear that returned made it all the more painful.

"No, I will not eat her," it laughed gently as if it was careful not to wake you. "I only eat the corrupted. Minds like yours that would sacrifice his whole family. Minds like mine that want only what is equal to me. You wouldn't understand. You are just human."

"I don't understand, you made me do this! I only did what you forced me to! You wouldn't stop killing even when I begged you to! It was you who forced me to sacrifice my family!"

A shiver went through the creature. You felt it all around you, making you realize it was all around you. Slowly, you managed to open your eyes. The thought of why am I not dead crossed you as you laid still, barely able to see through the gaps between your lids. All you witnessed was the soft light barely grazing you, the shadow of the king interrupting it even though you could barely see over the massive paw that secured you in place.

"Do not blame me for your doings, human. Have you forgotten what those gods of yours did to me? What your ancestors begged them to do to me? I am only giving back to those who wronged me, and you are to appease me if you wish to live. I made you this; a man, a king. I can take it from you as I please."

Arms snaked around you, human in shape but too long, wrapping around your body in ways you had never been hugged before. Lifting you, cradling you, a fully-grown adult, like a child. Your eyes fell close again as you were nestled against soft fur, with a sturdy body beneath, but the hold on you was so gentle that it made you want to fall asleep again.

"But you are lucky, for I am finally appeased by this little one," the creature purred, and you breathed a barely noticeable sigh of relief. You did it. Your sacrifice had not been in vain.

"It will satisfy me for a while, as did you when you were but a wee little farmer's boy. Still innocent, still hopeful, and wishing for change. She will have to claw her way out of here, and I will feed on her despair, her corruption. And once she is ready, I will send her to you so she may end your pitiful existence. Only then will you be ripe for eating, and she will continue humoring me as is the destiny of the strong-willed. I am eager to see how she will struggle after your passing, how she will break. I hope she will fare better than you, who became but a boring toy the moment I gave him the freedom to act in my name. You were not nearly the tyrant I made you to be."

"Please," you heard your father whimper, and it wasn't long before sobs echoed through the cave. "She's my daughter. She doesn't deserve this. All this pain and suffering to amuse you..."

"Neither did I."

You felt the brush of a hand against your cheek as if to wipe away tears that you hadn't cried. Even when you remembered the claws, the touch was careful, adding no more hurt.

"Now leave," the creature ordered, and the hand fell from you as you were laid down again. "She is no longer yours. And she might just have become my favorite toy ever since this existence came to be. But she needs to heal, and she is so close to waking up from your nagging. If you wish to settle your affairs, now is the time. Before I have broken my toy enough to send her after you, King."

The sobs grew louder for a few moments before they turned into sniffling. Steps crunched over the ground, but they suddenly halted. "I hope this time, your sacrifice kills you, you vile thing. You are no human anymore, but you are too clever for a beast. Like a corpse, refusing to die."

"Oh," the monster chuckled, but the laughter grew louder, and it seemed the creature was unable to hold it back. "Look at you, almost like you once were! It's a pity you are so old and worn. But contrary to you, my game won't die, and more will suffer before your wish will come true!"

You barely heard the steps disappearing back into the castle over the creature's laughter, but it soon stilled as the heavy stone doors closed shut, leaving you behind once more. Your heart ached. It was too much to bear, but you grew uncomfortably rigid in the creature's hold, its breath grazing your skin.

"You're awake, you should have told him what you feel. Are you mad now, little girl? Scared? Angry? Don't worry, you'll get to tell him all that is bothering you soon. We'll have so much fun devising your downfall. You'll be the most corrupt ruler of them all. I know it."

"W-" your voice failed as you tried to speak, and the creature chittered at your weakness.

"Why? It's lonely. So lonely to be cursed. But not when more people are suffering. You think you can make a change, but you are wrong. It's my destiny to be cursed, and now it is yours, too. As was it the curse of the king before you, the queen before him. I break them, reshape them, and when their time comes that they forget about me, I curse them with the same loneliness. The circle will be endless, but it will be fulfilled nonetheless."

Skin smushed against yours, a cheek pressed against your cheek, forehead, and face. Like a parent to a child, affectionate, sweet. Different from the truths the monster was revealing. Finally, you managed to open your eyes and stared into the strange face as an unsettling grin split its features.

It was even less human than you thought it to be, its face like what a human bird would look like—sharp eyes, aquiline nose. Feathers are sprouting instead of hair, framing its face and all over its arms. The sharp horns of a goat broke through its feathery fur on top of its head, and its torso changed into that of a lion, four more paws added to its limbs, with its scaled tail snaked around one of the hindlegs. Wings rested leisurely over its animal body, flinching occasionally as it watched you with more interest than anyone had ever before. It was beyond comparison; there was nothing you could describe without sounding like you had gone absolutely insane. So many things mixed into one body, it was a wonder it could even live. A mad experiment.

Death incarnated.

"So, fight me, little princess. Make me forget this loneliness for as long as possible, so I may not resort to what I do when I get lonely—ravage, take, eat. Challenge me, escape me, try to kill me, so I can do what I do best to you, corrupt and fill you with the despair of realizing you are nothing compared to me. That you will always have to live in fear. That you are always mine."

You gulped, your throat slowly coating with saliva again, smoothing your poor vocal cords, returning the ability to speak again.

"I refuse," you croaked. "I'll never be the monster you want me to be."

"Mhm," it hummed, but it was a sound of pleasure. "Just like that, little princess.

"I knew you'd not disappoint me."

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msfeyredarling · 2 years ago

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The Creature of the Nótt

Inspired by norse mythology. For monstober.

Draugr = undead person (although Rhys is slightly different to fit the story).

Elskan = my love, my darling.

Algiz runes = protection against spirits.

warnings: THIS IS DUBIOUS CONSENT SMUT.

Link to ao3

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Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. Her heartbeat was a deafening thunder in her ears, and adrenaline rapidly coursed through her veins. She could hear the wheezing of her breath as the bodice of her dress constricted her chest. Her lack of sight heightened the fear that consumed her as she ran blindly through the woods. Her hands ached from carrying the heavy skirts of her gown and the hem of her dress was soaked with snow and torn from the many twigs that caught. Her breath came out in white puffs and her skin prickled with goosebumps but the spike of adrenaline was enough to keep the cold at bay.

She had realised something was wrong long before it happened. She trusted her instincts and tried to warn others but time grew short. Her eyes became ribbons of flames as she watched her village burn. A fire so insatiable it destroyed everything and left nothing, not even ashes. All she could hear were the screams of her people, all she could smell was the burning of flesh. Her efforts might have been for nothing, she didn’t know if anyone but herself had made it out of the inferno alive.

As soon as she had reached the outskirts of the village, she had felt her skin prickle with awareness. Someone was watching. The folk of her village had myths. Many stone columns with warnings and songs dedicated to a creature of the night.

When dew falls on meadow and shadows fill the night

When glow of the greesagh on the hearth throws half-light

According to a promise at the moon's peak, he rose

And all that could be heard was the crowing of crows

The undead had come, he stood at the door

But enter he could not for there were runes on the floor

She could recall the songs her mother sang upon the end of a day cycle. Songs that spoke of creatures that were stronger and faster than mortals, could scent fear from seas away. They took maidens in the night and burnt villages that were unfortunate enough to cross their paths. Feyre merely thought these creatures were like the other tales she was told as a child, not real, but as the shadows of the pines grew darker and more prominent, she knew that not to be true.

So she ran. Her hair bellowed behind and her feet carried her through the thickening snow. She was so incredibly terrified, she wanted to hide but she had to keep moving, even if she swore she could feel the breath of another on the back of her neck.

Caught up in her mind, she didn’t see the tree root. The night sky tilted before she landed on soft ground. A branch snapped behind and her head whipped in the direction. She desperately tried to quieten her breathing, to hear over the roaring of her heart but as her eyes scanned the dark forest, she saw nothing. A breath of relief left her lungs, her mind was playing tricks. She turned back around, only to find a face inches from her own.

A shrilling scream left her mouth, piercing her ears as she hastily pushed away from the man that had crouched before her. She turned to flee only for two warm bands to wrap around her middle.

“What have we here?” A deep voice purred as his nose rested in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. “Mhm, you smell good. I bet you taste even better.”

His words made no sense in her mind. Feyre couldn’t stop her shaking as fear consumed her body. She had to escape, she had to flee.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as her thrashing became more instant. The arms tightened their hold and the moon moved from its peak. She was falling again, only to land in between two legs, legs that belonged to a strange man whose lap she sat in. “Much better,” she could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Please let me go,” she whispered as tears burned her eyes. She was choking on her breath, trying and failing to hold in her sobs.

“I cannot do that,” the deep rich voice replied.

“Please.”

Abruptly she was flipped so she straddled her kidnapper. Raven-black locks, golden brown skin and eyes of the deepest blue made up the beautiful man, the most beautiful she had ever seen. Only he wasn’t a man. He was the creature her village was so frightened of. His black-tipped fingers, dark veins leading from glowing eyes and sharp canines, were the reasons for the creation of the wall and the algiz runes on each threshold. She uttered the word no one in her village dared to speak for fear one would answer the call.

“Draugr.”

The male chuckled, violet eyes twinkling and his breath warming her face. Her own eyes were captured in his and it was as if the violets of his eyes began to glow brighter. Feyre felt her heartbeat slow and her breathing calm. She couldn’t understand why but she felt so comfortable in his embrace.

“That’s it, let me take care of you,” he said, tucking fallen strands of hair behind her ear, she relaxed further into his arms. He truly was the most beautiful male she’d ever seen.

He drew her in, mentally and physically until his head was nestled in the crook of her neck. His nose ran up and down the length of her neck and he placed a gentle kiss over her pulse. His lips lingered and he inhaled her scent. His tongue darted out, tasting the delicate skin and he groaned as she gasped.

“Feyre,” she blurted, a presence deep inside her mind coaxing answers out of her. He paused, glancing up at her with raised brows. “My name,” a smile so deadly appeared and she shivered but not in fear.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” her cheeks heated as a blush dusted her light freckles.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She whispered, eyes cast down as her nervousness began to show.

A broad hand tucked under her chin, tilting her face up. Something in the back of her mind forced her eyes to his. “Let me show you,” he replied as his breath fanned against her face. Her mouth parted as she stared at his inhumane beauty. His thumb moved from her chin to drag over her lower lip before he pressed his lips against hers.

Just as quickly, his lips left hers as he trails kisses down her neck. A sigh left Feyre, her mind all but hazed. She didn’t remember how she got there nor what happened before. All she could focus on was the lips on her skin that felt euphoric.

“This is in my way,” he mumbled.

Feyre's mind was far too clouded to comprehend his words. “Hmm?”

“May I?”

“May you?”

“May I help you, Elskan?” The word sent a shiver down her spine. His lips left her skin and the euphoric feelings dissipated; all was left was the dull thrum beneath her skirts. She had only ever felt that way about one boy in her village. A boy of her age she had shared stolen kisses and rutted and… and… Feyre suddenly couldn’t picture her thoughts nor what the male had said.

“Yes,” she replied, unsure of what she agreed to. Although, she prayed to the fates that those lips would once again brush her skin. She enjoyed how it made her feel. Craved the feeling like it was the seeds of nightshade.

A ripping noise sounded and cool air brushed her chest. Feyre startled as she glanced down. Her bodice had been ripped from top to bottom, exposing her breast to the night's air. Her nipples peaked as specks of snow landed on her chest. She felt herself flush and her breast tighten as she noticed his gaze on her body. She was shocked to realise she didn’t want to hide from him, she wanted him to look.

A smirk formed as if he could hear her thoughts. Black-tipped fingers dragged up from her skirts, fingers feather-light, a trail of goosebumps following his path. She sighed as his finger brushed her nipple, then began maddening circles over the tingling peak.

Feyre's breath caught as his mouth closed over one. Her eyes widened as she stared down at the soft wisps of black hair. His tongue swirled over her nipple, eliciting a strangled sound from her mouth. She felt the scrape of two sharp points; his fangs, yet she felt no fear, the knowledge only made the pulse beneath her skirts thunder.

“What are you doing,” she wondered aloud. She didn’t think he would bite her, let alone on her chest. She thought he would prefer to bite her throat and rip out her—

Feyre cried out as sharp teeth sunk into the flesh above her nipple. She grabbed onto his shoulders, nails digging in as her entire being jerked. The razor-sharp pain was intense, too much. She tried pushing him away, the pain borderline excruciating, but it was gone not a second later.

She glanced down as he sealed his lips over the tingling skin. He drew the beading blood and the sensitive peak into his mouth. A gasp left her lips as the dull beat down below erupted into a raging fire, heating all parts of her body. Her head was fuzzy and she shuddered as a growl sounded deep in his throat. She moaned as the vibration tingled her skin.

Feyre moved her hands from his shoulders to thread her fingers through his hair as an aching spike of pleasure darted through her blood. Her hips twitched as he tugged at her skin. He slowly released her breast, small beads of blood rolling down her skin.

The male began slow kisses down her chest, his black-tipped fingers tearing the remains of her gown to shreds.

“I need to taste all of you. Let me taste you,” he breathed. He gently laid her down, her back resting against the torn shreds of the gown. Snow fell around them and covered the forest floor, yet the patch where they lay was completely unfrosted. His kisses continued past her naval, her hips and to the place only she and the village boy had ever touched. “Feyre, I want you to scream when I make you come.”

“What—“

She couldn’t have finished her sentence if she tried. Every rational thought feld her mind as his mouth lowered and sucked. The male moaned at her taste, fuelling her heated core. He did it again, her hips bowed and he placed a hand on her lower stomach to keep her still.

The male was relentless. He feasted from her, his tongue exploring her cunt. She whimpered as he stroked the broad flat of his tongue upwards until he came to her clit. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, her body trembling as his tongue flicked the skin.

A dizzying burst of pleasure shocked her senses, her rational thoughts fading to mist. He tilted his head, his strokes became shallow and teasing. Feyre’s tilted hips up, to match his teasing strokes, but they only became lighter. She whined as his mouth completely left.

“Is there something you want, Elskan?” He purred, a feral grin lighting up his dangerously beautiful face. Feyre tried to close her legs, to ease the throb but he held her open. She began to pant, tears prickling her eyes as her core pounded with pent-up release.

“Please,” she whispered those words again, but for an entirely different reason. She needed more

“You will have to be more specific dear,” his violet eyes twinkled with amusement. He wanted her to beg, but she would not beg. He was a monster, a creature that rose from the grave. She suddenly didn’t understand why she was letting this male touch her. He destroyed her village, killed her people. Feyre hated him and if she ever had the chance she would make sure he stayed dead. She would… she would…

Beg… a velvet voice whispered in her mind. It was almost like claws had pressed on her mind, caressed and coaxing her to give in. That’s it, let me take care of you. The voice moved through her mind until everything was dark and no thought was her own. The claws pulled invisible strings until her tense muscles loosened and she relaxed further into the ground. She felt as if she was falling through the melted snow, down and down and down until she was surrounded by nothing but darkness. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t see but she wasn’t scared. Give in. She felt comforted by her surrounding, all she wanted was to be one with the dark, be a part of a place where she could be nothing and everything. Feyre closed her eyes, no longer fighting him, herself, the darkness. The shadows slowly seeped in, through her ear, eyes and pores, consuming everything inside.

Her eyes opened, snow was falling, the ground around her still melted and she felt completely at ease. She looked at the male, the most beautiful male she had ever seen. He was staring at her with such intensity her breath caught. She whispered what she would not have before. “Please let me come. Please, please please—”

A single finger plunged into her heat as his mouth redoubled its efforts on her clit. She was a trembling, mewling mess. Her body, mind and soul were becoming an inferno, expanding with every second.

His tongue gilded against the cluster of nerves as his finger rubbed the spot inside that had her seeing stars. She felt the beginning of her release, her inner walls fluttering. He sucked deep and hard on her clit, her entire body reared off the ground as she shattered.

She screamed his name, her hands finding purchase in his raven locks. How she knew his name, she couldn’t comprehend but then she didn’t care. The village boy had never made her feel the way the male— Rhysand, did. She panted as the world around her slowly came back into focus.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He purred, nuzzling her neck. Feyre sighed, her body blissfully happy. He began slow kisses down her neck to her clavicle. He drew the soft skin into his mouth, marking her. She sighed, if his lips on her skin felt like bliss, the feeling of his hands on her was utterly addictive.

Feyre wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer so his body pressed against hers. That's when she felt it. She glanced down noting the straining of his dark trousers. The sight made her core throb with arousal.

Before she realised, she was grinding her slick cunt against his clothed erection. Rhysand groaned, his hips working in tandem. Their panting filled the cold nights air.

Suddenly Rhysand ripped the tunic from his body and began unlacing his trousers. Feyre admired his toned body, the body of a warrior before settling in his thick cock. Her eyes widened as she stared at it, his cock jutting out between powerful thighs, the tip glistening with his desire. His cock was the biggest and thickest she had ever seen, she was suddenly terrified it wouldn’t fit.

She truly believed he could hear her thoughts when the Draugr smirked at her. He fisted his cock before nudging at her entrance. He guided himself to her cunt, slowly pressing inside her tight sheath. Feyre’s harsh cry pierced the air around them, her body trembling as he stretched her open. The air was stolen from her lungs as he pushed deeper, filling her entirely until it was just him.

“You feel as good as you taste,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his body trembling as if a war waged inside.

His hips lazily rocked into hers, and her legs tightened around him, pulling him closer. His lips crashed into her own and she could taste herself, her blood and arousal. The kiss was a claiming, another way for him to brand himself into her mind, her soul.

He broke the kiss and began a path down her neck. His lips hovered over her pulse again, fangs scraping against her neck. She nodded, her mind unfocused as his cock hit the same spot over and over. She felt the pressure of his fangs before a blinding pain overcame her senses. Feyre cried out, her only tether the decadent drag of his cock.

As soon as the pain came, it once again faded into a blissful feeling. Feyre could feel Rhysand's tongue swirling around the bite as he drew blood from her. She could hear his moans, and his thrusts became harder. Her neck throbbed with a new pleasure, her core tightening as the ecstasy became too much.

Her moans were reaching a fevered pitch, his thrust were erratic. The pressure at her core was reaching its height. His mouth left her neck, his eyes staring into her own. Her blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, sending a spike of pleasure to her core. Her walls fluttered, tightening around his cock with the beginning of her release.

“Come for me Elskan,” he whispered and she did. She screamed until it was soundless, arching her back, vision blurring. She barely registered when the Draugr's hips stuttered and pushed a final time, his come filling her. The sounds of the forest completely quietened as a blanket of night enveloped them.

Rhysand collapsed next to her, holding her from behind. Her eyelids fell heavy and her heart slowed until she was almost succumbed to sleep. Rest. You will need it. The soft voice whispered into her mind once more. She couldn’t find it in herself to do anything but obey. Oblivion welcomed her with open arms.

Feyre awoke to the warmth of the sun on her skin. She slowly peeled her eyes open, blinking slowly at her surroundings. Frosted grass, pine needles…

She bolted upright, her head swerving to behind her, to where the Draugr was but he wasn’t there. Her eyes scanned her surroundings. It was as if he was never there, to begin with. She only knew her thought to be wrong if the dull throb from below and the sensitive skin of her neck and breast were any indication. She traced the bite marks at both points, terrified by what happened.

The Draugr had come and he had taken what he wanted. He had acted exactly as the tales depicted, done exactly what her village had warned. If she ever found her way out of this forest alive, she was as good as dead. Any mortal would know what had happened and she wouldn’t live past a day cycle. She was death walking not because of what she committed with the monster but because of what he had given her, the knowledge that would be her doom, if the feeling of the second-heart beat was real. He had taken a maiden in the night and gained exactly what he wanted.

A child.

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