#faust x persephone

[faustianfascination]

Rebis

kemen Vampire: Faust x Reader  18 + #NSFW 

choking, religious themes, bondage  Faust gets a dose of his own medicine, and surprisingly it’s to his taste…

The control was an illusion, the silken ropes binding his wrists to the bed would be easy enough to break with his vampiric strength so it was by choice that he was letting himself be restrained, but the temptation to rip them off and take back the reigns of this experiment was painfully strong, it would be a simple feat. However, he promised he would indulge his versuchskaninchen and despite his taste for control, seeing her astride him, baring her fangs at him and playing at predator was more stimulating than he had imagined.

His eyes slowly wandered up and down her form, taking in every curve, every detail - no matter how many times he saw her nude, skin flushed and glowing, hair cascading wildly over her form, lips darker and eyes blown in lust, it never got old. He is certain that he noticed something new every time, tonight’s discovery was the subtle but sadistic glint as she looked down upon him, perhaps a mirror of his own when he gazes down at her. Hungry and desperate to be sated.

He wasn’t one to care for deities but he fancied that perhaps tonight she was his personal goddess and he wanted to pray to her, worship her, revere her with every part of his being even if that meant being her toy. Although, her game of bringing him to the edge of sanity then refusing to let him fall off the cliff was beginning to become excruciating, especially now as he felt her rub her cunt along the tip of his sensitised cock. He couldn’t even enjoy the sight of it as hands were wrapped around his throat making his head stay on the pillow while her eyes bore into his, the force of her grip was surprising, her gaze more so. Hypnotic almost.

He felt high off the mix of restricted movement, oxygen and painful pleasure, reality long slipping away and only her eyes, her body anchoring him to any sense of the earthly. Slowly she rolled her hips, letting wet folds graze along his tip, dragging him closer to bliss but not allowing him to actually enter her divine body. He was content to be a sinner, but right now he would do anything for absolution and relief.

“You look good like this Johann, like you were made to be underneath me” she purred releasing the grip on his neck allowing the air to flow back into his lungs. Stilling her hips again and pulling her warmth away from his, the cold air a stark reminder of the sudden loss, another denial. It was somewhat amusing to have his own sadism thrown back at him, he couldn’t help but laugh “Perhaps I’ve been too much of a corrupting influence on you my love, you look positively fiendish right now” he said admiringly, wanting more than anything to touch her cheek and kiss everywhere his lips can reach, but the snug ropes prevented him.

Thankfully, his goddess rewarded him with a taste of her lips, opening to allow their tongues to dance together, mixing their taste into something whole, something perfect. The thirst burnt his throat, all he could think about was wanting to drink the blood from her delicate neck and the water pouring from between her legs; although there was a little voice in the back of his mind saying it still wouldn’t sate him. To think, the terrified prey he’d cornered all those months ago had this kind of voracious, lewd appetite. What a surprising development indeed.

Now it was her hands clawing over his skin and her mouth leaving vibrant red bite marks all over him. Charles would comment on the state of his neck at breakfast, he could just hear it now because even without seeing it he could feel the mess she’d made of him, it was throbbing in places where her teeth had been. He was impressed. The bites would look deeply inappropriate with his clerical collar too, as much as he found the thought of taking confessions in this state amusing, he also had no real desire to explain the mechanics of life to the children who would of course come into play, notice and ask about it. Or he could just say he was attacked by a vampire, the irony of the lie would be delightful.

“What has you so distracted?” Her voice cutting through Faust’s unintentional reverie. Straining his neck he took in the view of her lips hovering over his abdomen “if you’re finding my attention lacking, I can always leave you to entertain yourself” she smirked lifting her lips from him and settling herself beside him, ghosting her fingers across his abs. “Forgive me mistress for I have sinned” Faust pleaded, his voice laced with desperation as his body ached for her. His body arched of its own accord looking for more touch, more heat, anything to quench the thirst ripping his sanity to shreds.

She lifted herself over him, straddling his middle so he could feel her cunt, hot, wet and wanting leaving her fluid over his torso. It was like being marked. Bringing her face to him, eyes never leaving his, she lent down for what he thought was a kiss only to be rewarded with a sharp pain through his bottom lip.

She bit him, she actually bit his lip. Not enough to make him bleed but how the tables had turned, his shock giving way to amusement. Yes, they really were made for each other.

She moved, settling her thighs either side of his head. Her cunt hovering over his face filling his nose with sweetness and musk “Show penitence lamb and perhaps you’ll be forgiven” came her voice as she lowered herself onto him. He dove into his penitent act diligently, using his nose to rub against her clit while burying his tongue deep into her as fast as he could. He was desperate to cast aside his bindings and use his fingers to open her up for him, lavish attention on every little piece of her but for now he’d have to be content with burying his face as deep as he could, diving as far as possible. Her waters poured over his face as she rode his mouth, dripping down his neck; he could feel every twitch and shiver, how her body urged his contact further. Her walls fluttering around his tongue, sight, smell, touch, vision, everything was filled with her and deeper he was being drawn in. This prayer was the most truthful one he’d ever managed. Her voice filled the air, the moans of his name paired with the creaking bed made for the most beautiful music could think of, choirs of angels be damned. This was heaven, right here between her legs, this was his salvation.

There, he could feel it. The juddering beginning to take her hips, the tone of her voice pitching higher, she was reaching her peak and he was determined to push her over. Then, before he even quite realised it she lifted away from him, her warmth replaced but cool and feeling rather bereft of her touch. He’d speculated on it over the night, but now it confirmed that it wasn’t just his orgasm being denied, but she was saving hers too.

“You did well lamb, you have earned not only forgiveness, but a reward” she whispered in his ear after taking her place back astride him. She brought her index finger to her mouth, gently sucking upon it in a way that made his cock throb. Removing in only to run it down her body and slide it between her legs, into her. Giving herself a fleeting touch, but enough to bring it out slick with her. She took the digit and used it to anoint his forehead. He thought fucking her over the alter had been sacrilege.

“Open your mouth Johann” she commanded and he did as he was compelled. She took the finger back between her legs, bringing it back slicker and gently dipped it into his mouth, running it along his teeth till she found he fangs. It only took light pressure on the pad of her finger but her blood began to flow for him. She moaned as the pleasure of the bite washed over her already aroused body and he got drunk off the little taste she gave him. Her blood, mixed with her arousal, fuck, it was almost too much to take but as he lost himself in drinking she sunk onto his cock. The sudden burst of pressure and pleasure made them both moan in unison, he bucked his hips instinctively forcing her off balance.

Her finger vanished from his mouth but before he could complain she adjusted and drew him deeper. He hissed at the sensation, and threw back his head as she began to set and unexpectedly harsh pace. Nails dug into his chest and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room, he could feel her arousal pouring onto his balls. Faster, harder, her heart was thundering over him, her body slamming into his. Hot, so very hot was her body gripping onto his, her walls squeezing his cock every time she took him deeper. He couldn’t stand to lose the feeling so he bucked, chasing her warmth, chasing that closeness. She sung his name, moaning louder and louder, echoing through the room and probably to Vald and Charles’ ears thanks to their sensitive hearing. The idea of their exhibition winding him up further; he wanted to make it clear, she was his, it was his name she moaned in the highs of pleasure. She called for him, not for God, him.

“Break them Johann, cast aside your constraints” she pleaded, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes. He didn’t need much encouragement, the silken ropes breaking with little effort. His freed hands going straight to her hips, taking control of the pace. He felt it, her walls beginning to convulse. She was going to hit her high soon and he wanted to push her into it quickly, he wanted to make her feel so much pleasure it begun to be painful. That would be his revenge.

As her cunt trembled more, he took his thumb and pressed it into the oversensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, the force on the border between pleasure and pain, sending her into bliss. She collapsed onto him, liquid pouring from her, breath shaky and he took the opportunity to switch their positions. He wasn’t far off himself, an evening of denial causing him to fuck her roughly, sinking his fangs into her neck. Pleasure hit her again, she wrapped her legs around as waist as tightly as she could and held on for dear life as he let himself go feral.

Everything was her, her body pressed into him, her blood filling his mouth making him drunk on the taste, her warmth melting him. He was filling her, as she was filling him. Everything else was gone, she was all that was left, she was his completion.

His climax hit him hard and felt like it went on forever, she fell back over the edge too. Two bodies, became one beast with two backs, breath flowed from one set of lungs to another. Their eyes locked together, and there was peace.

In the stillness that followed, the warm candle light fell across their forms, morphing and altering them, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. An erotic rebis created; the harmonious union of opposites, the sun and moon, quicksilver and sulphur as one. 

One body falling into sleep.

[lorei-writes]

Masterlist of works created during Mayday!Heyday OC Gift Exchange hosted by @lorei-writes & @olivermorningstar.

[The sound flowing through her body...] by @faustianfascination for @koco-coko

Ikemen Vampire; FanFic; Hurt/Comfort; Mozart x OC (Tchai)

[Ciel & Rio, fashion spread] by @bicayaya for @floydsteeth

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Chibi; Rio x OC (Ciel)

[Oliver, the royal scientist] by @keithsandwich for @olivermorningstar

Ikemen Prince; Fanart; Traditional Art; Oil Pastels; Gen Work (Oliver)

Help Wanted by @the12thnightproject for @fighting-and-drawing

Ikemen Sengoku; FanFic; Urban Fantasy AU; Gen Work (Thai)

[Duet] by @krys-loves-otome for @bicayaya

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Traditional Art; Pencil; Yves x OC (Beatrice)

[Couple Portrait] by @floydsteeth for @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire; FanArt; Traditional Art; Pen; Vincent x OC (Abigail)

A lovely date by @queengiuliettafirstlady for @m-mmiy

Ikemen Prince; FanFic + Moodboard; Chevalier x OC (Tala)

[Ballerina] by @olivermorningstar for @faustianfascination [alternate link]

Ikemen Vampire; FanArt; Traditional Art; Pen & Pencil; Artur x Faust x OC (Persephone)

[Marie] by @fighting-and-drawing for @oda-princess

Ikemen Sengoku; FanArt; Digital Art; Gen Work (Marie)

Ivy Vines, Poem Lines (a new normal) by @koco-coko for @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Vampire; FanFic; Jean x OC (Julia)

[Shiloh scratched the tabby cat’s back...] by @kaizoku-musume for @tulipsaisle

Ikemen Prince; FanFic; Crack; Nokto & OC (Shiloh)

[Interview Page] by @tulipsaisle for @kaizoku-musume

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Gen Work (Aurelia)

Begonia - Beware by @m-mmiy for @lorei-writes

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Chevalier x OC (Esther)

Home Sweet Home by @lorei-writes for @spoopy-fish-writes

Ikemen Sengoku; FanFic; Comedy/Crack; Hideyoshi & OC (Habiba); Kenshin x OC (Habiba)

[Katsuko] by @oda-princess for @the12thnightproject

Ikemen Sengoku; FanArt; Digital Art; Gen Work (Katsuko)

[Centaur!Keith & Fairy!Maeve] by @spoopy-fish-writes for @keithsandwich

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Fantasy AU; Centaur!Keith x Fairy!OC (Maeve)

Thank you for joining in for this ride!

[moonstruckmelancholic]

Crossing the Threshold

Faust is prowling the castle trying to keep his versúchskaninchen safe from his housemates after an evening of drinking and flirting with Vlad & Charles-Henri. Only, he happens upon quite a sight that leaves him quite excited.

Pairing: Faust x OC (Persephone) NSFW // +18 // minors dni rough sex, voyeurism, biting

Faust was agitated, possessiveness and jealousy coiled through his muscles and caused his steps upon the ancient stone floors to echo louder than usual. Charles was on house calls (much to Faust’s insistence when he had considered staying in to keep Persephone company) and he'd thrown the old goat into his room with more force than necessary, the whimsical bastard having the audacity even in his drunken haze to smirk knowingly at him.If it wasn't for him being such a good pureblood vampire specimen he'd consider trying to rip him apart while he was inebriated. There was now a dent in the dining room table from where he'd started crushing the wood unconsciously when the old goat had pulled his versúchskaninchen into his lap - caused her to straddle him, no less - so he theorised that he potentially had the strength to do so if alcohol dulled Vlad’s senses enough.

He knew that he was acting a fool, but he had been since he'd bitten her on impulse, his interest had gone from scientific curiosity to genuine desire and he was struggling to contain it. Despite the priest costume he hadn't bothered with chastity, he may not be as prolific as Charles but he'd certainly not denied himself the dual pleasure of a pretty companion for the night and a delightful snack. It sated both thirsts, but now his throat was burning and his clothes felt far too tight but yet, he was struggling to make the move on her. Which considering how forward he had been through this whole process, would be laughable if he didn’t feel frustrated to the point he wanted to explode.

He wanted her to desire him too, in a way he simply had not cared about before. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her; which he knew was more than a tad deluded considering the circumstances. As grey as his morals were, he knew wanting the woman he'd kidnapped and threatened to desire him was a bit insane, even for him.

Perhaps all this time being around Charles was having an effect.

And yet, his body had carried him to her door. Unable to enter despite wanting nothing more than to rip the wood off its hinges and sink his teeth right into her lovely neck and his cock into her tight little cunt. The fact he was now genuinely jealous of the mansion residents for potentially having gotten there before him served as a reminder of his increasing foolishness. How many men ranting about ‘their’ women, and being possessive about a pretty girl they’d been watching and wanting for weeks on end without actually doing anything about it had he silently derided for their delusions during confession, internally mocked for their utter stupidity? Plenty. Now he was one of those men, the irony was not lost on him.

The evening had started innocently enough, Charles had made dinner, they all gathered and enjoyed it. It's something that had been happening more frequently since he'd brought her here, the gloomy old castle finally had warmth to it which was surprisingly nice. Perhaps those goody two shoes over at the mansion got a few things right. They had chatted, then broke out a bottle (or three) of wine and unusually she had indulged in more than one glass. The more wine she drank the more the pretty blush had swept across her face, her eyes became hazy and her inhibitions had slowly slipped away. It was quite a beautiful sight, until she began giggling with Charles, and slowly the giggling turned to light flirtation, Charles daring to get closer and then she was flirting with both him and the old goat and he just sat there trying to hide his glare while not taking his eyes off her. Vlad looked far too delighted at her attention.

Now here he was hovering outside, trying to formulate some excuse to stay here, stay close to her, and guard the door agains the two other vampires that resided in the castle because the image of her on Vlad's lap, or how giggly she was getting with Charles was playing over and over in his head to the point of driving him mad. It was starting to morph into the image of them entangled as a beast with two backs. The thought of her sensual voice moaning out their names riled him in a way he knew was over the top.

Faust came to a stop and lent against the old wooden door, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to calm his breathing. Not for the first time he concentrated his enhanced hearing, sometimes he would stand and just listen to the rhythm of her breathing, imagine the beating of her heart and it bought him a little comfort. He knew this wasn’t simply desire, there was something else growing in him but he didn’t much care to delve into that while he was this agitated so he focused on listening to the breathing. Except, there was a surprise. As he began to pick up on her breathing, he noticed it was faster. Not quite panting but not at rest but before he could figure it out, the muffled sound of his name being moaned caught his attention. Concern spiked through him, and he went to knock on the door - but paused. If she was asleep, no point waking her up so he slipped into the darkened room, lit only by moonlight quiet as a ghost but the sight that awaited him was something he never could have expected.

There she was, his shirt draped over her, his name was falling off her lips while she touched herself. It was an enchanting, erotic beyond compare, her lithe body stretched across the bed, legs open towards him and the flower between them in full bloom, soaking as her elegant fingers slid in and out trying to reach deep inside. Hair spread across the sheets, and skin glowing in the moonlight. She looked like a goddess, the scent of her arousal heavy in the room, filling his senses making the bloodlust burn even more intensely. The wet sound of her fingers working herself to ecstasy while she breathed out his name, it was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard. It was perfect, too perfect, the knowledge that it was him that she was imagining while draped in his scent; it was taking every ounce of restraint not to make his presence known but he wanted to sear this vision into his memories. So lost in chasing her own pleasure, she had not even realised he’d walked in on her and now he stood and witnessed the sight of her masturbating over him which did nothing to clear the desire clouding his mind, quite the opposite.

The beautiful view causing his erection to strain almost painfully against his trousers testing every shred of control he had. Frankly, he pitied her; as lovely and elegant as those fingers were, they couldn’t provide her with true relief, not in the way he could. A devilish smirk spreading across his face, hazel eyes burning he decided he’d grant his poor little guinea pig the release she obviously needed, it would be cruel to leave her unsatisfied when she needed him so desperately.

“You poor thing, you’re shaking with pleasure” his voice cut through the stillness of the night, her reaction was instant. Her body stiffened and she sat up and covered herself as quickly as she could manage, her red face obvious even in the low light. Through pants of shock “Fa-Faust” she stammered Her eyes met his, wide and quivering like a little creature caught in a trap, which was apt for her current situation

“it’s-it’s not wh-what you think” her words fell from her mouth in a vain attempt to hide the obvious, but Faust simply smirked as he glided over to the bed and grasped the hand she’s used on herself so he could lick the wetness off her fingers. The sensation of his tongue sweeping over her fingers making her gasp

“Don’t try and lie little one, I can taste exactly what you were up to” he chuckled and began to let the tip of his fangs drag over her skin “I didn’t realise that I’d captured such a lewd little creature, or has being around me simply driven you into heat?”

In an instant she was pinned to the bed, her arms pulled over her head making the shirt fall away and reveal every detail of her body as it squirmed under him. His knee nudged right between her legs, the fabric stimulating her sensitive flesh as she accidentally rutted against him while trying to pull herself from his grasp. But Faust wouldn’t be moved, he examined her like the samples on his lab bench, taking in every little detail. The curve of her waist, the way her breasts jiggled as she tried to move from his gaze, the cute little freckles across her ribs, her nipples pert and just waiting to be taken into his mouth. He held her wrists with one hand, letting his other start to caress her skin, taking one nipple and giving it a light pinch making her moan and arch into his touch

“My my, what an interesting reaction, you face screams embarrassment but your body is so honest in its desire” Faust’s voice heavy with lust as his face drew closer to her, his lips barely a breath away from hers their noses touching as they looked into each other’s eyes. She wasn’t truly resisting him, he knew what her fight felt like, this was more a paltry display to save face because her eyes were as lustful as his. She chewed on her bottom lip, making it even more swelled and finally said to him

“You look puzzled father, playing priest so long you’ve forgotten what a woman looks like?” a snarky little smirk playing on her lips. Even in her lust she still was playing resistant, his little guinea pig was such an endearing creature but for that little comment he decided to forgo the facade of being a gentle and romantic lover, she just earned herself a rough night.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing little one, when you’re the prey who’s been caught and completely at my mercy. I’m the one who gets to decide if you get to taste pleasure” with those words his free hand drifted between her legs, moving his knee to make room for his thumb to lightly begin rubbing her clit making her body tremble beneath him “or if you need some punishment” a rough finger pushing into her pussy quickly pumping in and out while pressing into her clit, his thumb exuding enough force to dance along the line of pleasure and pain causing her to curse at him but that was cut off quickly when he captured her lips. It wasn’t soft or romantic, but a clash of tongues and teeth, fierce and beastly. One finger was joined by another, her tight cunt gripping onto them as they massaged her walls, delving deeper into her and reaching parts of her that she couldn’t. He curled his fingers inside her, his thumb tracing around her pearl in perfect rhythm causing her to start moaning his name in earnest between kisses and the sound of it was intoxicating, he wondered how much he could draw out of her so he kissed down her neck, letting his tongue slide across her collar bones, between her breasts where he began to kiss again. Tasting every inch of skin on her sweet mounds until he finally caught her nipple in his mouth, nibbling and suckling; making her moans even louder. Frankly he wanted her to scream down the castle, let everyone else know that she was in his arms and it was him giving her this pleasure and she was dragging him to the sweetest hell.

He could feel her heart race, her body writhing and jerking more and more, her walls fluttering signalling how close she was to her climax and that stoked his lust even more making him more aware of the confines of his clothing, and the sharpness his fangs begging to pierce her skin. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, making a show of licking them clean in front of her earning a frustrated whimper and angry glare.

“After your little show tonight it’s obvious you need some retraining to tame this obscene body of yours” he said sitting back on his heels, releasing her hands so he could remove his clothing. Her eyes widened at the reveal of his muscular body, far more muscular than she had even imagined. She’d felt the firmness under his clothes more than once but to see him. How does a man who is either in church or brewing potions end up this ripped? Faust enjoyed her eyes on him, relished seeing the desire written across her face because of him “my my, seems my little guinea pig sees something she likes. You can touch if you want, I won’t bite. Yet”

She took the invitation to touch him, running her fingers lightly over his abdomen. Faust wasn’t expecting her to touch him so boldly, he certainly wasn’t ready when she brought herself up to sitting and began kissing his chest - he couldn’t contain a moan at the feeling of her lips and tongue. He let himself get lost in the sensation and was not expecting the sudden sensation of her biting him. Sinking her teeth right into his peck.

The audacity.

How dare his prey try sinking her teeth into him? It was both arousing and made his sadism tingle. More so when he saw her pretty defiant eyes looking up at him, she looked good like that. She’s look even better with those lips around his cock. “Bold aren’t you” he all but growled gripping her hair to make her look up to him “but there’s something rather enticing about seeing you want me so much that you can’t keep your teeth to yourself. I’m a very handsome man, but you should try and contain yourself” She let out a harsh laugh, leaning her head back into his hand “Bit full of yourself aren’t you? Faust, too long in the confessional booth talking to yourself? Or perhaps all those potions you brew are getting to your head” She said with no real malice in it, a sensual smile on her face while she bantered with him. He tightened his grip on her hair and used his spare hand to finally push down his trousers and free his erection. Now she was leaning back she was in the perfect position for him to fuck her pretty mouth. Her eyes grew wider as she took his manhood in, wandering over him and taking in every detail, the musky scent of him even more prominent, the veins raised, skin tight, a slight curve that she knew would hit her in just the right places. His size and girth should be intimidating but she was so turned on she simply wanted him in her. She glanced into his eyes, licking her lips and let her mouth fall slightly open, inviting him.

“You know little one, you really should be more careful about what you say” he slowly slid his cock into her waiting mouth, feeling her tongue begin to sweep the underside of it making it damn tempting to start fucking those waiting lips harder but he focused his mind and let her take him at her own pace “keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit” he groaned the last part as she brought her hand to the base while she licked and sucked his glans, swirling her tongue at the tip and making him growl. Holding his hips still was a true test of discipline especially as she seemed intent to drive him wild.

He tasted divine, musk and salt, the taste and scent just so him. She enjoyed the feeling of him in her mouth, learning each spot that made him groan because she wanted to watch him fall apart for her. What a victory that would be over the smug bastard. She brought her teeth around his cock and slowly scraped them down his shaft, not enough to hurt but enough to earn her a loud groan and glare from Faust.

“The tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark“ he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, tears streaming from the corner of her eyes. It was exquisite but too good, he was going to end up finishing far sooner than he wanted and he wasn’t going to let her win this little game so he pulled his cock from her grasp causing an involuntary mewl to fall from her lips. The reaction made him smirk. Two could play at this game.

Her body was splayed under him, it made grabbing her legs and hoisting them over his shoulder causing her to tip backwards with a yelp simple, the new position bringing her cunt straight to his face. He didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before he used his fingers to spread her folds and mercilessly fuck her with his tongue. Her body reacted instinctively, bucking against his face, causing his nose to hit her sensitive spot making more moans and curses fall from her lips. She tasted sweet, her body was irresistible to him this sensitised. Her blood more alluring than ever.

He wanted to throw her into a climax as soon as possible and make her come until she couldn’t think of anything but him, so he pulled back and took in the beautiful sight of her cunt, twitching, flushed and gleaming. He brought his finger to her pearl and began massaging it with practiced ease, watching her begin to twitch more violently, her pretty hole clenching in pleasure at his ministrations, in terms to bloodlust he was at his limit and he intended to enjoy her fully. He ran his nose along her inner thighs, to the juncture of her groin and sunk his teeth in there.

The pain was brief, pin pricks where she least expected it but the pleasure was overwhelming. He’d bitten her before, and it has been intense but the location paired with his stimulation made her climax instantly. She couldn’t think, all she could do was feel as her eyes rolled back and she shook from the onslaught. She didn’t know how long she was riding out her orgasm, it felt like forever. She barely registered being flipped onto her front and her hips being hoisted into the air as she was forced to kneel, only the force of Faust’s grip on her and the blunt tip of his cock lining up against her pulling her back to reality. She had barely begun to crawl away from him when in one smooth movement he filled her, his balls flush against her cunt. It knocked the breath straight out of her, stretching her to accommodate him; any other time this might have crossed into painful but in the aftermath of her orgasm it felt incredible, filling her just as she was craving. There was little time to get used to it as Faust then set a punishing pace, rough, unforgiving, dominating. All she could do it yell his name as he pounded into her with a force that she knew would make her ache.

Faust enjoyed the sight below him, watching his cock slide in and out of her, but as beautiful as her arched back and arse was, he wanted to look her in the eye, see her pretty face contorted in bliss. He pulled out of her earning him another moan of protest and rolled her onto her back, lifting her hips and sliding back into her dizzying warmth, back to his fervent pace. She was clamping down on him so much he knew he wouldn’t last long now. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms slid around his neck and they ended up with foreheads pressed against one another. Her hands wove their way into his hair, nails digging into his scalp and neck in a delicious way. He couldn’t help but enjoy the fact his prey was trying to mark him up, the force in which her nails were burrowing into his skin, he was almost sad at how quick they’d fade. His bloodlust was nowhere near sated, in fact it had intensified after sampling her blood between her legs so he let himself go and sunk his fangs into her neck.

Her moan was loud enough to wake the dead, between that the and banging of the headboard on the stone wall, the sonic excess of their fucking adding to the intensity. The pain of the bite soon melted her into a sea of bliss, his hips pounding into her as she clung on for the ride, and the feeling of him burrowed into her neck made her body climax again, and again. It was almost too much to bare drifting into overstimulation. She wondered if this ecstasy that blurred away the external world was what Julien of Norwich experienced in her cell. There was something funny in the idea of sex so good it felt like a religious experience caused by a vampire playing priest. It was exactly the contradiction that suited Faust.

The force of it all was so overwhelming that she felt her consciousness slipping in and out.

Faust was struggling to stave off the inevitable, the sweet tang of her blood making him give into his full vampiric nature. All he could feel was her, all he could taste was her. He was consuming her fully. Drunk off blood and lust he only just managed to pull out and spill his seed all over her stomach in the nick of time. Releasing his fangs from her neck before he drank too much he sat back on his heels and admired the debauched mess he’d made of her.

Her moonlit skin was now flushed pink, her body trembling in the aftermath of their desire. Rivulets of blood leaking from her wounds, bruises on her hips from his grip and her body painted in him, he’d marked her in every way possible. He’d claimed her completely, sprawled and breathless, she was his. She looked at him through weary lidded eyes, the exhaustion evident on her face. Despite that she shakily pushed herself up so she could wrap her arms around him again, sweat and semen glazing their bodies, and they both fell heavily back down into the bed. Soon they were under covers, a tangle of limbs and unable to stop kissing each other. Softer and more sensual than before, a less furious more earnest exploration.

Eventually they both succumbed to their weariness, still a tangle but in need of some rest. Seeing her head resting on his chest, feeling her warm body nuzzling into him made quelling the affection he felt for her difficult. There was no pushing down the sensation away so he finally named it; he loved her. The damn woman had charmed him, he may have physically claimed her, but she’d also claimed him. He really was a fool.

The scared silence enveloped them. Only to be broken by her now horse voice quietly drifting into the air. Looking into his eyes, her face had a slightly mischievous expression

“Bless me Father, for I have a confession for you” she said while making a sign of the cross over herself

Faust chuckled at the irreverence “It should be Bless me, Father, for I have sinned but, go on child”

It was her turn to chuckle at his lighthearted reprimand, burying her face into his shoulder before finally lifting her lips to his ear. The ghost of her breath making the desire start to well up in him.

“I thought I was going to have to scream the castle down earlier to get you to finally cross the threshold. I was wondering you were going to wait in the hallway, perhaps all night just listening to me touch myself, which would have been deeply disappointing after seeing that hilariously sour face of yours at dinner” with that she bit the lobe of his ear and snuggled back into his arms, kissing wherever her lips could reach on his neck.

Faust just went still.

This devious little versúchskaninchen.

In the aftermath of her confession, he decided that a few bites on her neck and bruises on her hips weren’t sufficient punishment.

She would not be walking tomorrow once he was done with her.

[noonachronicles]

Everlong Pt. 8

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word count: 7.7k

Warnings; None? There might be a single curse word? 

Genre: Hades/Jiyong. Greek God AU. Fantasy.

A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone for their patience with me! I love and appreciate you so much!

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Hades Palace was nicer than the one Zeus had on Olympus, but nobody really knew about that because it very rarely saw visitors. At first it wasn’t nicer. In fact at first it wasn’t much at all. So modest it was barely a home. Hades had been just fine with that. It was only him and he had never really required much. He hadn’t been as exuberant back then as he was now. Before he brought Persephone home he had added some editions to make it more suitable for her. Even still she had wanted more and he’d believed, at least at the time, that she deserved it. Now what had once been a humble home was a superfluous show of luxury.

Following their marriage, when the underworld had become her home, Persephone found herself constantly restless, with seemingly nothing to do. She hadn’t realized when she agreed to the marriage that it meant she would be burdened with the responsibilities of the underworld with him, that she wouldn’t just be able to go and come back at her leisure. That she would have to stay there, that it would be her home for better or worse.

Every time she got a little bored or felt melancholy Persephone would renovate some part of the underworld, redesign whatever she could, or just simply add another room to the palace. There were rooms with marble floors, red carpets, hardwood, and some with meticulously placed mosaic tile designs. They were matched with walls in red, white, gold, and even black. Rooms lined with shelves full of books written by dead authors like Faust and Austin. Poems never read by mortals written by Poe and Dante. There was an entire wing dedicated to priceless, never before seen art created by artists who had passed long ago. Some rooms were a hoarders, cluttered paradise and others that had stayed as empty as the day they were built.  

At its original inception, the palace Hades built for Perspehone, was a mere fifteen rooms and a moderately sized garden. Now it sat heartily at over two thousand rooms, six gardens, a pond, and an elaborate hedge maze. The entire property sat atop a large hill with a magnificent view of the underworld from anywhere you stood. It was surrounded by a stone and wrought iron fence that stood twelve feet tall at its peak.  

“What is this place?” you asked in awe. You didn’t even wait for an answer before practically skipping over to the massive iron fence, “Must be important all locked up and hidden away.”

Jiyong walked up slowly behind you, hands in his pockets and much less impressed. “It’s Hades palace.”

Your eyes went wide with excitement and you turned back to it in hopes of getting a good look at the home. He continued to follow behind you as you inched your way down the fence trying to find the best view beyond the hedges and trees that blocked your sight. After moving down a few feet you finally found a spot that you could see passed if you stood on your tiptoes. There was a massive maze of hedges covering the width of the grounds. Beyond that there was a field of bright green grass that moved up a gentle slope. At the top was a massive home built of limestone. There were columns that lined the entire front of the building, and if you squinted you could see the mascarons, cartouche, festoons, and corbels that decorated the outside. You wished that you could get closer to see the detail just knowing that it would be gorgeous.  

“That has to be what… five hundred rooms minimum?” you asked awestruck by the sheer size of it.

”Eight floors, five different wings, and two thousand rooms. It goes back further than it looks from here.” You looked beside you to where Jiyong was standing with his back against the fence. His notebook open in his hands as he answered with clear disinterest. After a moment of thought he chuckled, “Surely you think he’s overcompensating.”

“You’ve been inside?” you said with a blush, ignoring his comment, before looking back through the fence.

“A couple times. You want to go in?”

You scoffed, “No, I’d rather go back to the field of nightmares and torture. What if they’re in there? Can you imagine running into them? Terrifying.”

“Them?” he asked looking up at you from his book.

“Hades and Persephone,” you said as if it was the most obvious of answers, “I mean, they’re probably in there somewhere right now, it is their home.”

He grinned though you didn’t see, “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

You turned to him with a sour face and exasperated sigh, “Don’t ruin this for me. I have a whole fantasy going on in my head right now. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“Alright,” he laughed, “maybe they’re in there. What’s your big fantasy?”

You made a face and then shook your head. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“We’ll never know if you never tell me.” he shrugged. You hummed, knowing he was right.

“In the beginning she wasn’t super fond of him, right? That’s what all the stories say. However, I don’t get the feeling that Hades was like some horrible monster, maybe...probably? I think that he knew she was miserable and didn’t want to be here and wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. Of course anyone with common sense might ask why he wouldn’t just let her go? He couldn’t let her go because he was just too infatuated and, well, likely very lonely.” you said eyeing the extravagantly large home, how could he not be lonely. “So he let her choose her own room and she picked the furthest one from his, as far as she could possibly go. Then she allowed herself to know him. Through tiny greetings at first that grew into conversations under the stars that lasted through the night. She liked him more and more as time passed and started moving her room to be closer and closer to his. They’re completely in love now and have a thousand children that fill up their thousands of rooms. Their love was just a very excruciating slow burn. The slowest burn, kidnapper and his kidnappee to lovers story. The Beauty and the Beast of greek mythology.”

“That’s not love.” he sighed, “That’s stockholm syndrome.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s less romantic when you say it like that.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble.” he chuckled as you finally stepped down from the fence.

“Do you think…” you blushed and shook your head again, “never mind.”

Jiyong closed his notebook and slipped it back into the pocket on the inside of his coat. “Oh, go on, you have to ask me now. You’re practically scarlet.”

“Just...I know it’s weird to think about but, do you think they have sex? And if they do, what do you think it’s like? Is it otherworldly or is it just normal married couple sex where they’re both thinking of something else entirely since they’ve been together forever.” you asked, “Stories about Hades make him seem so different than his brothers, especially Zeus who was just a big slut really. I don’t think it would totally surprise me if Hades was asexual or something.”

Jiyong choked on nothing more than the air in his mouth and shock. “He’s not… asexual. Though I don’t think they’re having sex either. If they ever tried I imagine it would be unsatisfying, lackluster...forgettable.”

“Ooh, harsh.” you laughed, “Okay, well then how would they have had children? Do you think they had children? I don’t know if I can imagine Hades with a baby. It’s too weird but so is thinking about that palace being sad and empty.”

“I’m sure Hades would have loved to have children of his own, he’d be great with them even.” he shrugged, “Persephone has three children and he did wonderfully raising them with her.”

“Why’d you say it like that?” You asked curiously.

“Say it like what?”

You leaned against the fence next to him. “Persephone has three children. Not they have three children.”

“Hades isn’t the father of Persephone’s children.” he said simply.

“So they’re what, from before him? She was a teenager wasn’t she?” You cringed.

“Not before him just not with him.”

Your eyes went wide, “Drama! This sounds like a really great story and I already love it. Tell me what you think their story is. Please? Oh, please play the fantasy story game with me!”

“Alright, I’ll play.” he grinned, “but not here. If I’m going to do it I think it should be done in the proper setting.”

“You have my attention.” your eyebrows scrunched together, curious about what he was going to suggest.

“I just think it seems more fitting for me to tell you about their love from her garden. Don’t you agree?”

Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open in excitement, making him laugh at your genuine reaction. “Where is it?”

“Just there.” he said and pointed a little ways down to where the iron fence arched upward with a flourish.

Without wasting a second you ran towards the gate and peered inside. The surrounding fence had been draped in dark green ivy which made it impossible to see through, but through the gate itself was a lush garden. It was thick with trees and there was a stone path that disappeared between dense shrubbery. Everything was so green. Every few feet there was a pop of color from flowers. Their color, in contrast from the greenery, seemed even more vibrant. Your fingers wrapped around the gate and you pulled only to be denied.

You turned to Jiyong, as he finally arrived, with a pout, “It’s locked.”

“Oh no, that’s a shame. Where would we ever find the key?” he asked twisting an old iron skeleton key around his fingers.

“How... where did you… no don’t tell me. I don’t want to be any more of an accomplice to your illegal activities than I already am.”

You stepped back and watched him unlock the gate and push it open. Suddenly you felt stuck with fear.

He looked over at you curiously, “Are you coming?”

“What if she’s in there?” you asked warily, peeking back through the gate.  

“Persephone?” he asked, you nodded, “I thought you said she was in the palace. Is she in there or out here because she can only be one. She’s not omnipresent.”

You looked at him for a long minute, chewing on your bottom lip. He could tell you wanted to argue and tried not to laugh. Finally with a huff you stomped through the gate, “Fine.”

“This actually works out perfectly for us. After we rest for a bit we can cut through the garden to Asphodel.” he said thoughtfully as he relocked the gate. When he turned back around you had your hand held out to him. “What?”

“You have to hold my hand. You’ve held my hand through all the dangerous stuff, you can’t just stop now.”

He smiled to himself before grabbing your hand in his, “This place isn’t scary or dangerous. Nothing will hurt you here, I promise.”

“I’m so sure.” you scoffed, “This is a prime atmosphere for bad things to happen. We basically snuck onto palace grounds into this lush garden where anyone or anything could be waiting to attack us. When it does I will need to quickly drag your body in front of me as a shield, that’s why I wanted to hold your hand.”

“Elaborate please, on the dangers of this garden.” he requested, the amusement clear in his tone.

“Serpents, for one. Tiny, mythical, woodland creatures like evil pixies or gnomes that try and steal drops of our blood for dark magic. Or Hades himself could be lurking around a tree somewhere ready for the attack.” you answered as you walked together down the stone path.

“I-” Jiyong scoffed, “Hades doesn’t lurk.”

“Okay, fine. Someone else then. Is this location not perfect, aesthetically, for Medusa?”

“No!” he laughed, “You’re insane. Why would she ever come here?”

“Let’s see, to turn trespassers into stone statues so they can be placed around the garden as a warning to others...obviously.”

He shook his head incredulously, “I bet you a trillion dollars Medusa is not in this garden.”

“If you think that’s a good idea, but if there is even a single statue in this garden we will know that you were wrong and also that we are minutes from death.” you looked over at him and he nodded in agreement.

“Fair enough.”

With your hand securely in Jiyongs, you wandered comfortably down the cobblestone path through the garden. Trees arched over the tops of your heads, and every few yards there were stone columns, wrapped with overgrown ivy, and topped with what looked like giant marble bowls emitting light from a fire burning inside. Jiyong explained that the bowls were filled with slow burning oil, that it wasn’t some mystical magic as you avidly suggested.

Though your feet stayed on the path, your eyes wandered every which way. There was so much to see you found it hard to focus on one thing for too long, only asking about a few things, because you’d gotten distracted before you thought to ask about others. With your focus anywhere else you missed as Jiyong collected fruit from the trees that lined the pathway in his pockets. After some time you saw an opening in the path. The walkway was widening and the trees were parting.  

“Shit.” Jiyong muttered with sudden realization.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ll see.” he sighed as you walked into the courtyard.

There was a large marble fountain in the center, two iron benches sat on opposite sides, and in each of the four corners of the clearing was a marble statue, three women and one man.

Your mouth fell open in amusement and you looked over at Jiyong who, in rare form, did not look as smug as he usually did. “I can’t believe we’re going to be turned into stone, and just when I was about to come into a trillion dollar fortune.”

He only groaned in response.

With a laugh you dropped his hand and moved towards the first statue, studying the mysterious woman it depicted, “Who are they?”

“That’s Persephone and the others are her children. Makaria and Melinoe are her daughters and her son is Zagreus”

You moved onto the next statue, examining every detail, and then did it again until you were at the last of the four. Jiyong had been watching you as you inspected each one carefully and in detail. The whole time you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

“You’re staring.” you said with your back to him as you looked at the impeccable artistry, you could practically see every strand of hair that fell down the woman’s back. “Why are you staring at me?”

“It’s just...nice to see you happy, playful, back to yourself.” he answered quietly.

“What, you didn’t like when I was crippled with emotional distress and crying into your expensive clothes every ten minutes?” you grinned, eyeing him over your shoulder.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, period.” he said moving towards one of the benches to sit. “Which is why I didn’t want to bring you to-”

“You’re never letting that go are you?”  you cut him off as you moved to sit beside him.

Finally his superior little smirk was back, “Nope.”

“Alright, well I’m ready. Are you ready with your story?” you asked pulling one of your legs up on the bench as you got comfortable.

“First things first, you should eat something.” he said and began to pull the pieces of fruit he’d been collecting from his pockets like they were made from the same magic as Mary Poppins carpet bag. “It’s been a long day and you haven’t eaten.”

“Oh. My. God.” you gasped and reached down and grabbed a red sphere, “A pomegranate from Persephone’s garden?”

“I thought you might enjoy that. The pears taste better though, in my opinion.”

You dropped the pomegranate on the seat of the bench, and picked up the golden pear. It wasn’t just a yellow pear or a golden-ish looking pear. It looked like it was made of solid gold and would crack all of the teeth in your mouth with one bite.

“I can eat this?” you asked eyeing the fruit suspiciously, Jiyong nodded in confirmation.

You looked at the fruit for several more moments before cautiously lifting it to your lips and taking a bite. Your eyes blew wide open as the first bits of flavor cascaded into your mouth. A lewd moan slipped from your lips as you sucked on the fruit with an unintended sensuality. Jiyong squirmed slightly in his seat, finally taking off his coat and laying it across his lap.

“God, sorry.” you said once the pear had been devoured down to its core. You looked around for somewhere to put the inedible portion. He chuckled and grabbed the core by the stem from your hand and chucked it into the bushes.

“Should I begin?” he asked.

You nodded with excitement and picked up one of the apples, “I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but yes. Please start.”

“Well to start with Persephone wasn’t a teenager when they met. Which is one of my least favorite misconceptions.” he said with a small eye roll, “She was actually in her thirties when he first met her, but because he is immortal he already had four hundred or so years on her. People like to make him out to be some sort of monster, preying on infants. You tell me what an immortal man is supposed to do. If he only ever found romance with women who’d been around as long as him he’d end up marrying one of his sisters like Zeus did. And that prospect is just something that never sat well with me, him...I would assume.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing at him outright. You were amused at how passionate he’d already become about his story.

“Pause, breathe, continue.” you said placing a gentle hand on his forearm.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “The day they met Hades had gone to see his sister, Demeter, at her palace on Olympus. He’d been on his way out, walking through a meadow near the home. It was there he first saw her, that part is true. She had been the most beautiful creature he had seen in decades and he was in love with her before he took his next breath.”

“That quick, huh? She must really be something else.” you looked over at her statue and felt underwhelmed. Not entirely sure why, you felt a brief flash of jealousy hit you. “I don’t really see it.”

Jiyong smirked, not missing the petty undertone of your comment. “The thing people don’t understand about Hades is that he was never some recluse. He didn’t always hate everyone and he never liked being here all alone. The underworld was a fate that had been handed to him, not one he ever would have chosen for himself. Back then it was even more unpleasant here than it is now, probably what people expect it to be. It was basically just a deserted wasteland with souls meandering about. No order or structure. He hadn’t really done much with the underworld because he didn’t want this to be a home to him. He’d been lonely. Hades didn’t have many friends here and his family never came to visit. He felt abandoned for a long time. When he saw her, Persephone, this shiny new being with her kind smile, his infatuation was instant and overwhelming. She had been sweet to him, brought him to her garden, laughed with him, kissed his cheek, and asked him to come back and visit her again.”

“Wait, she liked him.” you said with genuine surprise.

“He thought so as well, at the time. And she may very well have, but her infatuation wouldn’t last forever. In the end it turned out she was very much like her father, a flirt.” he shrugged, “Regardless her actions that day sparked something inside of him. He’d come back here inspired to make the underworld a place worthy of being called home. Somewhere she would be comfortable and would want to visit.”

“He...really did all of this for her?” suddenly your heart felt soft.

“From the arch at the gate to the flooring in Tartarus. There have, of course, been many upgrades and renovations since then. But yes, originally he did it all for her.”

“I wonder what that feels like, to have someone love you that much.” you said quietly, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Jiho is great but it’s more of a modern love maybe. And it seems that modern love is a little selfish. I think, even if he had the capabilities of doing something that romantic, he still probably wouldn’t. Which is fine...I don’t need that kind of old fashioned romance.”

You could feel tears flood the backs of your eyes and bit your cheek to keep from crying. You had to stop crying. Suddenly you thought back to the roses. To the sad songs that had echoed through your heart and you wondered if this was yours. You always thought Jiho had loved you but it was possible he didn’t love you the way you loved him. Maybe your love was unrequited. Or maybe knowing that you loved him infinitely more than he loved you was the heartbreak you would suffer.

“Y/n,” Jiyong frowned, and placed his hand against your cheek, “It’s just a story.”

“It’s a really good one so far.” Wrapping your fingers around his you smiled into his palm, “Tell me, what did Persephone think when he showed her.”

“She loved it at first. Or she loved that it meant he would do anything for her. She liked to come and go as she pleased. Often she used the underworld as an escape from her parents, mostly her overbearing mother. She enjoyed the freedom of this place, she was welcome to go wherever she pleased and could do whatever she wanted as well. Persephone had begun to spend so much time here and with Hades that he confessed that he loved her and asked her to be his wife. Her mother of course rejected the idea and that only made her more willing to do so.”

“I don’t like her.” you interrupted, “Persephone, she seems like a brat. She’s just using him.”

“She wasn’t as bad as I’ve made her out to be. She was very sweet, very funny at times. She just had the spirit of a wanderer and was a bit...flakey. I don’t think she understood what it meant to be married to Hades. That she would have responsibilities here and that she could no longer just leave and go wherever she wanted whenever she wanted. She did so well at first, but she got restless and resentful. She’d claimed that Hades hadn’t explained to her what the marriage entailed and acted like it was a prison sentence instead of a relationship. Willing to do whatever it took to please her, Hades compromised, allowing her to leave for six months of the year.” he explained.

“So that part’s true too.”

“Yes, that part’s true.” he continued, “One of the times she had left she had come back pregnant. She had Melinoe, her first daughter and Hades favorite of the children. A couple years later the same thing had happened, this time giving them Makaria. Then again a little while later with her son, Zagreus. At that point it was clear that even the compromise they had made was no longer enough for her. She wasn’t really a wonderful mother. She loved her children, of course, but they just made her feel more trapped than she’d already felt. Before long her wanderlust has turned her completely against her family. She used to tell Hades that even just six months in the underworld felt like being trapped in a coffin. She told Hades she would never carry his child, that her body would never allow it because of how much she loathed him for tricking her.”

You shook your head angrily, “Why didn’t he leave her or make her leave or however that would have worked?”

“Eventually he would, but at that point he hadn’t stopped loving her. Persephone and her children were all he had. He deluded himself into believing that everything would be okay because he’d been so afraid to be alone again. Before too long it had become too much, fighting her had become too exhausting and he let her go. After she left, he locked up this garden, her garden. He forbid anyone else to ever come here. It’s why everything is so overgrown.”

You sat quietly for a minute, absorbing the story, and looking around the courtyard. Even if he’d only just made it all up, Jiyong’s story felt so real. The energy felt different in the garden now, sadder and more dark than before. You wondered if it had been this way the whole time and had just been masked by your initial excitement. The images you’d had of Hades being pounced on by a handful of toddlers that looked like him faded away into one of him, lonely, somewhere in his massive palace.

“Well,” you sighed, “that’s a terrible love story. I’m a little upset with you for giving me such a horrible ending. You know stories can have happy endings, right?”

“Who says his story is over just because Persephone is gone?” he asked tossing the last gold pear into the air before catching it.

“Aww,” you cooed, “Okay, that’s cute. You’re forgiven.”

“Oh, thank the gods!” he oozed with sarcasm. You eyed the pear as he tossed it in the air again before catching it in his hand once more. He grinned watching your tongue dip over your lip, “You want the pear, don’t you?”

“No…” you’d already had three while he’d been telling the story, but still your mouth watered. “Yes.”

He handed it over with a laugh and you took a big satisfied bite from the fruit.

Wiping a bit of juice from your chin you held the pear out in your hand, “You should have a bite. You haven’t eaten either, and you said you preferred them.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, “They’re so good.”

Jiyong cupped your hand in his and brought the pear held in your fingers to his lips. You inhaled, surely it wasn’t intentional, but the way he moved his mouth around the fruit, his tongue just barely visible as it brushed against it, had you longing. Though you weren’t even sure what for. It was just an instant, deep pull at your gut. As his teeth sunk down into the gold flesh of the pear you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Juice pooled from the pear into your palm until it was dripping down your arm.

“Oops.” He muttered nonchalantly before sucking the heel of your hand between his lips to catch the juice.

Your pupils blew wide and he paused realizing what he’d done. It had been so second nature for him he didn’t stop to think that it was wrong. If your hand wasn’t still held by his you were certain that it would be trembling. He looked at you, his lips still on your hand, his soft tongue pressed against your palm. He waited a moment for an answer to his unspoken question. Was this okay?

With your lip between your teeth you gave him the slightest nod. He moved his head back and took in the sight of your bare arm with a gulp. Finding where the trail of juice had petered off near your elbow he brought your arm closer to him. The pear fell to the courtyard floor with a splat, your fingers unable to hold on any longer. You let out something between a whimper and a gasp as his tongue moved all the way up your arm until it was back against your palm. Goosebumps lined your skin like a tiny army. He continued to suck and lick at your palm and your fingers until he was satisfied they were clean of the pear juice.

He kissed back up your arm. Quick little pecks, a couple tiny nibbles against your skin, until he reached the sleeve of your shirt and then he jumped to your bare neck.

There was nothing you could think to say beyond a breathy, “ah, oh.”

You cupped the back of his neck while he sucked on the skin of your clavicle. His fingers grasped your hip as he groaned into you neck with satisfaction. His mouth moved up your throat, and along your jaw while his hand moved up your side until he was cupping your breast over your shirt. He leaned his forehead against yours and eyed your lips with an insatiable hunger.

“Wait,” You whispered, and brushed your thumb against his swollen lip, wishing yours were the same, “is this a dream?”

“I don’t think so.” his lips pressed against the pad of your thumb. He held your gaze for what felt like an eternity before pulling his body away from yours. “You don’t want to kiss me.”

“I do.” You corrected, “I want that more than anything else in the world right now.”

“But you won’t, right? Because of him.”

“It just doesn’t feel right.” your stomach twisted into a knot, and your chest felt tight as you watched him push himself up from the bench to put his coat back on. “I’m sorry, Ji. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m fine.” he said shortly, “We have to go, it’s getting too late.”

“Okay.” you said and watched him as he moved towards the start of the path on the opposite side of where you’d come in. You stood up from the bench slowly, removed your sweater from around your waist and pulled it over your head. The awkward tension between you two was intolerable. “Jiyong...if I knew what was going to happen. If it was clear how all of this ends...I just…”

“Stop!” he shouted, he looked furious when he turned to you, in a way he had never looked at you before. “Just stop talking about it! You didn’t want it to happen. It didn’t happen. Let it go...so I can.”

He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and took off down the pathway, not even waiting to check if you followed. With your arms crossed over your chest you walked behind him quite a bit, mostly to give him a chance to cool off. The walk down this path seemed shorter, but that could have just been because of the way he was storming down it. You had to speed walk to keep up. When you reached the gate he already had it unlocked and open for you, he didn't even look at you as you passed him. You waited a few feet away as he locked it back up, and sighed as he brushed passed you without a word.

Jiyong wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. It felt like everything was going wrong. All he wanted to do was tell you everything. Tell you who he was, who Jiho was, why you were really here. However there was a nagging sensation at the back of his head telling him that once he told you he was going to lose you. In one way or another you were going to be gone from his life and he was going to be alone again in his big house on the hill. He didn’t want to risk losing you to the truth a second sooner than he needed to. Even if that meant suffering through the awkward silence, at least you were still together.

Leaving the garden brought you to a quiet meadow. It had you reminiscent of the field of punishment and it made you wish that you had your friend to comfort you, rather than an entire yard ahead of you pretending like you didn’t exist. The look on his face had made you feel guilty. There was so much anger, frustration, and pain in his eyes. Now he was walking around looking so dejected. It made you wonder if anyone had told him no before. The worst part was that you didn’t even want to say no, you’d wanted to kiss him. But if you kissed Jiyong you’d have to explain it to Jiho if you really got to see him and things just felt so complicated already.

At the edge of the field you hit the treeline of a forest. Jiyong didn’t stop walking, just kept going. The forrest was thick with trees. The second you stepped beyond the first trunks there were barely even streams of light from the sun above. Just enough that you were able to see the floor beneath your feet. There were fir trees, pine trees, cypresses and cedars. Even your favorite trees of all, weeping willows, took up space in the forest. You’d wanted to say something about how beautiful it was. How calming it felt and how wonderful the smell around you was. Jiyong was still steps ahead of you with his head slumped between his shoulders and his hands in his pockets.

You huffed, “Ji, please don’t be mad at me. I really can’t stand this.”

“I’m not mad at you.” He muttered and kept on through the fallen sticks and needles.

“You haven’t even looked at me since we left the garden. I hate to be presumptuous but I have to believe it has something to do with-“

He spun around and grabbed both of your shoulders. “I can’t look at you because everytime I do I wish I was kissing you. I can’t kiss you though, because you don’t want me to. So I’m just going to need a while, is that okay with you?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t kiss you.” you said quietly, feeling guilty all over again, “I’m sorry, I upset you.”

Jiyong let out a frustrated growl, “You want me to be mad at you? Now I’m mad at you! Stop apologizing for telling me no. Never apologize for telling someone no, for not doing something that makes you uncomfortable or that you don’t want to do. That pisses me off. You’re allowed to say no.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” You corrected, “it’s just that, I’ve kind of thought about it a lot, getting to kiss you. If I ever get to kiss you...I want to do it the right way. I don’t want anyone or anything in between us. Just me and you.” You sighed and put your palm against his cheek, “Kissing you…this sounds so lame but, kissing you means something more to me because you mean something more to me.”

He looked at you for a long minute, stunned, “You really think about kissing me?”

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks as you dropped your hand from his face. “I told you before that I’d wanted to.”

“I thought you meant you just wanted to in that moment, not...all the time.”

“It’s not like I think about it every second or anything…” your cheeks burned, “Have I not been making my feelings painfully clear to you?”

“You still want to go to Jiho. You won’t be with me because of him.”

“I know, I’m sorry if it’s been confusing for you. Imagine how it’s been for me.” You sighed, “I still love him. I feel like I have to do this, you know? I have an obligation to finish this out, to go to him, to see what happens and how I feel before I make a decision.”

A smile spread over his lips before giving you a simple, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You asked confused by the quick switch in his mood.

“Okay. I’ll wait. Okay. We’ll kiss the right way, like you want.” He grabbed your hand from your side and started walking through the forest of trees with you following behind.

It was enough. He felt better now, knowing that you’d thought about kissing him. That it was something that you wanted too. A hopeful feeling awoke inside him that was screaming that this would be ok. Even if he had to wait a little longer for you to see the truth, he could wait for you, he’d waited this long.

“Wait, we will?” You asked.

“Of course we will. It’s probably better if we don’t do it just yet. You’re not ready for me.” His shoulders were back and his chest was out, his confidence was through the roof.

“Oh, really?” You laughed.

“There’s no way you’d be able to handle it.”

“Well I kind of think we should kiss now, just to see. I bet that trillion dollars you owe me I’d be just fine.”

He looked over his shoulder at you skeptically, his eyebrow raised, “It would be irresponsible of me. You might never come back from it. Down for the count.”

“Down for the count!” You cheeks burned with laughter, “Oh jeez.”

He grinned, more at himself than at you, “Just wait. I’m gonna blow your mind.”

It was the best feeling in the underworld having your hand wrapped inside of his, the energy between the two of you bubbling once more. You told him all about how anxious you’d felt in the meadow on the way over. He admitted he’d worried about how you’d handle it, how he’s wanted to tell you it would be just fine. You mentioned that you’d loved the weeping willows and he’d laughed and told you it wasn’t too surprising to hear. Then you reached a clearing. A patch of grass surrounded by weeping willows that opened up to the fading light of the sun.

“How do you like the forest? Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“It’s nice, calming. I don’t know what this feeling is. It’s almost content?”

“Content could be correct,” he hummed in thought, “This is meant to be a neutral place. No positive emotions, but no negative ones either. Simply a place to exist. This forest is Asphodel.”

You looked around curiously, “Asphodel is supposed to be a field.”

“You make a lot of assumptions. Almost all of them are wrong, and yet you continue making them.” he laughed.

With a scoff you pinched the back of his arm until he winced with pain, “Call it consistency.”

“If you prefer,“ he laughed again, “I think we should stay here for the night.”

You shrugged with indifference, “Why? Since it’s so empty? Not a lot of restless wanders around to bother us?”

“Consistent.” Jiyong grinned as he pulled his jacket off and laid it out on the grass. “Asphodel is the most occupied space in all of Hades. There are more souls here than everywhere else in the underworld put together.”

“How?” you asked incredulously, “Blades of grass? Leaves on the trees?”

He sat down on the jacket and patted the space next to him, “Sit down and rest with me. You’ll see soon enough.”

Sitting down next to Jiyong and finally stretching out your legs left you with the realization of how much you’d already done today, how far you’d gone and all the things you’d seen. Exhaustion came on very suddenly.You laid back against the grass with a sigh and looked up at the patch of sky above you. Jiyong sat quietly beside you flipping through his notebook as always, you half thought to ask him what was in it. You’d thought about asking him about a thousand times since you’d met but worried it might be too personal so you never did. Everything around you had a sense of calm, you thought for awhile you might actually drift off to sleep as the sky grew dark.

That was when you first saw it. A single flicker of light among the dense trees. You blinked several times, unsure you’d really seen it. Then it was there again. A little light blinking now and again as it passed behind leaves and branches. Before you knew it there was another, and then another. One by one tiny little lights like fireflies seemed to flicker to life among the trees until they filled every patch of darkness and left the clearing in a soft glow.

“It’s so beautiful.” you whispered, mesmerized by the sight before you. Then your heart sank with realization, “These are the souls. Do they fill up the whole forest?”

“Yeah.” he said quietly.

“That’s so many.”

“Centuries worth.”

As several of the orbs of light began to trickle down from the trees you sat up to watch them. Some sank down all the way to the forest floor, others spread out through the trees until they disappeared completely. It was like watching the stars from the night before, except this time instead of watching from below you were sitting right in the middle of the universe.

Jiyong couldn’t take his eyes off of the way you looked around with such wonder. He’d become entranced with the way your eyes sparkled with the light of the souls that surrounded you. Desire filled the pit of his stomach and a slight pout crossed his lips as he realized he didn’t usually want for much, but he did for you. He needed to know why you’d come into his life and what, if anything, your futures held together. And he’d realized that he knew where to go to get his answers. All he needed was a chance to slip away.

The souls, despite surrounding you, never really came close to the pair of you. They didn’t really interact at all. Which is why, after some time had passed, you were surprised to see one of the tiny little orbs hover closely in front of you. Then like a cat with a sudden burst of energy, it started to zoom around you. The tiny orb zipped through your hair, making you laugh and booped against your nose which left you feeling overwhelmed with love. When you held out your hand it circled up your arm and landed in your palm.

“Do you think…” you couldn’t even finish the thought before your eyes welled with tears, you felt ridiculous even thinking it.

“I really do.” he said quietly, knowing exactly what it was you were thinking. “I think she found you.”

“Seems silly.” You sniffled, “How could she? In this entire forest, with all these souls, it just seems so unlikely.”

He lifted his hand to your face, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear and brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “And yet, it’s happened.”

You both watched as the little bulb of light zipped from your palm and started to circle around Jiyong as if inspecting him. It made you want to laugh, how nervous he looked. It was the, bringing your boyfriend home to meet the family, experience that you had missed out on in your youth. It wasn’t until she began to bounce against the tip of his nose that he finally relaxed enough to give a smile.

“I think grandma likes you.” you bit your lip realizing that she really would have liked him.

Jiyong was the kind of person she would have loved for you. He was respectful and kind, but still confident and fun. His sarcastic humor reminded you of hers and you could instantly imagine afternoons getting sassed by both of them and you knew that you would have loved it. For a long while she bounced between the two of you, until you let out an unmistakable yawn. Then the tiny little orb zipped around you once more and eased back into the masses.

“It’s been a long day, are you ready for some rest finally?”

You nodded in response and looked down at the ground where you’d been laying earlier. “Can I ask a favor?”

“Of course.” he said with zero hesitation as he laid down beside you.

“I know it’s not fair to ask, especially after this afternoon, but if it’s not too much...and you can say no-”

He cut you off, “Just ask what you want to ask.”

“You...can I...is it okay if I hold you? I have such a hard time getting to sleep without holding something.”

“You mean someone.” he said with a hint of jealousy.

“What?” you asked genuinely confused.

“I assume you meant Jiho. So someone, not something.”

“Oh!” you chuckled, “No...he’s not much of a cuddler, but I had a lot of pillows back home and I haven’t seen a single one in this forest.”

“Um.” he shifted, “Well, I’m not really equipped to say no to you. So whatever you need to be comfortable, I’m here for.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked down at him, “Stop…if it makes you uncomfortable...”

“Would you please just lay down?”

With a small grateful smile you laid down and tucked into his side. Your arm wrapped around him and you curled your fingers into the sweater he was wearing like you’d wanted to when you saw him in front of the bakery. You inhaled deeply taking in the sweet chocolate scent he gave off with the tiniest hint of spice.

“Thank you, Ji.” you whispered against his neck.

“You’re welcome.” he sighed, trying not to shiver at the way you made him feel.

It took seconds for you to fall asleep in the comfort of Jiyong. He however laid awake, staring up at the starry sky. He’d intended to sneak away while you slept to get the answers he’d been looking for. He wondered how he’d manage to slip out of your embrace. He wondered where he’d find the will to even want to try. He wrapped his arm over your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the crown of your head. In the end he decided he could wait a little longer for his answers.

[ihavetogogh]

alright, I wasn’t technically tagged in this, but @the-chesapeake-shipper did a vague-tag to all mutuals yesterday, and 🥺 I’m bored. thank u for ur generosity

rules: tag people you want to get to know better!

your name and then what you would have named yourself: well... coincidentally, i did choose my name a few years back. i’m darcy (yes, after mr. darcy. no, i do not regret it). HOWEVER there are times when i wish i had chosen a name that paid homage to my Japanese heritage. i recently learned that my mom had planned to name me kimiko hunaya and there are lots of days where i consider it because i know my great grandmother approved of it

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know): will someone at a higher level of gay please teach me how to do this stuff???? i’m a capricorn, but i don’t know if that’s sun, moon, or rising

when did you join tumblr and why?: oh god.... way too young? i think i made my first blog in eighth grade. so 2011. mostly because i wanted to be an edgy tween reblogging quotes

top five fandoms: i have to narrow it down? this list is in a constant flux but at this exact moment: nbc hannibal, star trek, tolkien (i cant bring myself to say lotr while the silmarillion still holds most of my heart), the man from uncle, and x-men (but exclusively for erik’s turtlenecks)

top five favorite films: the normal heart, princess mononoke, star trek: the voyage home, the phantom thread, and the pride and prejudice 5 part mini-series that we’re all going to pretend is a movie because i never watch movies...

go to song when you want to Feel something: depends on what i need to feel, but if we’re talking about Yearning(TM), lover please stay by nothing but thieves

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?: i was raised mostly with catholic influences and some shintoism/buddhism. i vacillate between total nihilism and the concept of divinity in nature and the infinite cyclicality of energy and life??

a song that makes you feel seen: anything keaton henson has ever written? beekeeper is a very enduring song from when i was younger that still hits me right in the gut even if i dont feel the same way as i did back then. a more currently relevant song would be garden song by phoebe bridgers

if you could have any career: if i could be the person i want to be rather than the person that i am, i would be a university english professor, preferably at some old university where everything is a little drafty and the campus library has high ceilings and ghosts that stretch back to time immemorial. sharing a love for literature and storytelling has always appealed to me, and if i could, i would spend the rest of my life in academia

do you have a type: men who are too old for me and women who intimidate me 😔

what does your heart/soul yearn for?: faust. all i want right now is to sit down in my library with goethe, tchaikovsky playing in the background. where’s mephistopheles to give me a special witches brew so i have all the time in the world to glut on the passions of humanity?

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: book hoarding bisexual literature student???

favorite subject in school: english, but i also love history (especially art history)

where does your soul feel most at home?: sitting on the end of my grandparent’s crumbling dock, feet dangling in a lake that made it’s home in some scooped out part of the north cascade mountains. everything is still except the whisper of the air through the pine needles and the slap of water against the shore. my grandma and i had wine and charcuterie for lunch and now my grandpa’s talking about his painting—something that straddles the line between the familiar and the surreal. it’s a very comforting memory

top 5 fictional characters: aragorn, son of arathorn, king of gondor; hannibal lecter; jim kirk; thomasina from tom stoppard’s arcadia; lyra belaqua from his dark materials

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: did you mean when boromir dies in fellowship???? he’s such a tragic character, and sean bean was the perfect casting decision. uuuhmmmmm hannibal tenderly and erotically gutting will in his kitchen. it’s one hell of a sex scene, that. aaaand the ending of your lie in april. i have nothing else to say on the matter

the earth, the sun, the moon, or the stars: has to be the stars (moon, please forgive me....)

favorite kind of weather: when everything is poised on the edge of a storm. the air is perfectly still, and you can smell the rain and the lightning. the sun low enough that there’s nothing but a glow of light at the bottom of the cloud bank

top 3 characters you kin with: elizabeth bennett.... clearly; will graham.... less clearly; and leonard mccoy, ultimate mom friend

favorite medium of art: subtractive sculpture mediums, especially marble, and oil painting. give me all that classic art

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: i’m a big, dumb introvert

a favorite literary quote: i could... spend hours answering this. since i’m thinking of stoppard and his horribly underappreciated plays, we’ll go with my favorite quote from arcadia: “We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?”

some of your favorite books: the hobbit (tolkien), cloud atlas (david mitchell), the goldfinch (donna tartt), broken monsters (lauren beukes), the amber spyglass (phillip pullman), the paper menagerie (ken liu), the vintner’s luck (elizabeth knox), wuthering heights (emily bronte), pride and prejudice (jane austen), lolita (vladimir nabokov), crimson petal in the white (michel faber), sharp objects (gillian flynn), life after life (kate atkinson), the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde), arcadia (tom stoppard), faust (goethe)

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?: a townhouse in edinburgh scotland, someplace just big enough for all of my books and a dog and cat. or that town int he netherlands where there’s no cars and everyone gets around by boat. i don’t drive, so that sounds like such a dream??????

if you could live in any time in history, when would it be?: i don’t think i’d like living in any other time, honestly... as a nonbinary person... but i would love to pop into the victorian era for a visit. i want to sit in on a victorian salon, listen to poets read their work and look at art and just generally enjoy the beauty of it. but i wouldn’t like to live then for long

if you could play any instrument masterfully, which would it be?: the cello please and thank you

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to?: i vibe pretty hard with persephone...

oh my god, this is so long, but LASTLY, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: two because why not?

[isolaradiale]

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You (HOUSE 130)

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Trish Una (HOUSE 123)

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Henry Cooldown (TOWNHOUSE 268)

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Shion (TOWNHOUSE 231)

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Raihan (HOUSE 143)

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Shut (APARTMENT 316)

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Pearl (CONDO 451)

 SPY X FAMILY

Anya Folger (APARTMENT 324)

 STAR SYSTEM

Hamegg (TOWNHOUSE 204)

 STAR WARS

Hera Syndulla (APARTMENT 318) *BROKEN URL

 STAR WARS

Kylo Ren (HOUSE 144)

Sabine Wren (TOWNHOUSE 215)

 STEVEN UNIVERSE

Peridot (Marceline's House [Cotes])

 SUFFICIENTLY ADVANCED MAGIC

Keras Selyrian (APARTMENT 305)

 TALES OF

Mikleo (TOWNHOUSE 224)

Yuan Ka-Fai (HOUSE 112)

 TEAM FORTRESS

The Sniper (CONDO 468)

 TOKYO MEW MEW

Ichigo Momomiya (HOUSE 122)

 TOUHOU

Remilia Scarlet (HOUSE 131)

Rinnosuke Morichika (HOUSE 102)

Youmu Konpaku (HOUSE 129)

 WARCRAFT

Chromie (TOWNHOUSE 205)

 YONA OF THE DAWN

Zeno (CONDO 462)

 YURI ON ICE

Yuuri Katsuki (APARTMENT 336)

[lil-scoot-toot]

There is Road Left in Both of Our Shoes - Pt 2 -

Here is part 2 of my Julian Devorak x my OC Persephone fan fic.  May or may not get a little spicy (like just a little mild spice the real spice will be in part 3).  I will stress again that it’s fairly non canonical/not congruent with the timeline in the game because I wanted to make some changes to things that go down later and I just thought it added a little more zest. Will Percy forgive Julian?  How will she prove his innocence?  Find out the answer to some of these questions and others if you’re interested.  Also sorry to mobile users idk how to make the read more work on mobile because I am old and don’t understand technology

Part 1 

Chapter 2:

           “Well that sure was something.”  A familiar voice chimed from the back room.

           “Asra,” I spun to face him my cheeks growing hot from embarrassment as I attempted to wipe away the rest of my tears, “how long have you been there?”

“Not long but… Long enough.”  He leaned on the door frame, Faust curling around his left arm. “Fight.”  She cooed, looking at me and then back at Asra.

“It seemed as if Ilya was trying to tell you something important.” Asra set his things out on the counter, his cool demeanor only serving to make me feel more ashamed at my lack of levelheadedness.    

“Yeah that he can’t save himself on his own.” I couldn’t bring myself to meet Asra’s gaze as he glided casually around the shop placing new items here and there.  Judging by the pensive look on his face he was trying to choose his next words wisely.

“That may be true,” He started, adjusting a display of various crystals, “but I don’t think that’s all, and I think you know that too.”

“Well he’s gone again anyway.”  I replied flatly but Julian’s sorrowful face flashed in my mind.  It didn’t erase the hurt I was feeling but could I really just leave him for dead?  

“Hmm,” Asra shrugged.  “We both know Ilya has a way of pushing people away at the worst times but in all the years I’ve known him I’ve never seen him admit he needed help. He’s a whirlwind Persephone, and this is part of the game he plays.  Play along and you may get hurt again but if he’s reaching out, he must be rather desperate. It’s more than just a lonely heart on the line for him.”  

Asra was right, as always.  He was practically reading my mind.  He often had a way of knowing exactly what I was thinking. Even if I was still hurting because of Julian, and I would make it clear to him that I was, I couldn’t just let him hang for a crime he did not commit.  I made a promise to help him and a promise to find the truth for Nadia and there was no way I could go back on either of those.  Knowing I had to move fast I rushed up the stairs to get dressed.  Julian’s black gloves lay strewn on my bed, next to where he had been leaning against the head rest.  At least they would make it easier to find him.  

“Y’know Asra, as much as I appreciate your wisdom and all that you’ve done for me sometimes this stoic know it all act gets old.” I grumbled when I came back down.  Asra just laughed and told me to be careful as I rushed out the door and onto the night streets of Vesuvia.  Holding the gloves tightly in my hands, I focused my energy, letting myself be guided by the warm pull of my magic.  I weaved in and out of alleyways and dimly lit areas.  Of course he would have to hide he wasn’t even wearing his mask when he got to the shop.  Clouds concealed any light the moon or stars would have provided but that didn’t stop me. Instead I relied on my magic, like an invisible string pulling me forward.  Focusing all I could on finding Julian and not tripping over loose cobblestones or any other obstacles in my path I kept a steady pace.  I was surprised that I was being pulled deeper into the city rather than out of it, but it all made sense when I arrived at the Rowdy Raven.

Of course, he’d be here.  I tried to push down the memory of the last time Julian and I were at the pub.  We had so much fun together, drinking and dancing the night away before we had to make our escape to Mazelinka’s.  I couldn’t remember there ever being a time that I had so much fun… Though I couldn’t really remember much before the past three years.  It was fun learning magic and working with Asra but since the moment I’d met Julian the world just seemed more colorful and exciting.  The bouncer outside the bar eyed me curiously as I stood just a few steps away from the door, trying to work up the courage to step inside.  I knew if I could swallow my pride Julian would sweet talk his way right back into my heart, not that he ever really left in that sense, but how long would it be before he decided to take matters into his own hands again… And what if we really couldn’t prove his innocence?  What if he wasn’t innocent at all?  No, somehow, somewhere deep within me I knew Julian wasn’t responsible for Count Lucio’s death whether he believed it or not.  I took a deep breath, did my best to center myself, and made my way inside, giving a small nod to the bouncer as he opened the door for me.

For a moment as I scanned the room, I feared that maybe my magic had led me astray. There were plenty of rough looking customers arguing, laughing, drinking, it was difficult to see past the rowdy crowd. My stomach did a backflip once I caught a glimpse of that unruly auburn hair and unmistakable lanky figure tucked away at a back, corner table.  Julian was slumped over a pint of beer, several empty mugs spread out in front of him. Even from across the room I could see a deep red tinge across his face.  He was drunk.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He shouted, his words drawn out and dramatic from his drunken state.  At first, I believed him to be addressing me but as I approached, I realized Malak was perched on the centerpiece of the table.  He replied with a caw and stretched his wings.  “You can’t judge me, you’re just a bird.”  Julian slurred in response, which seemed to offend Malak somehow as he took this opportunity to hop up to a nearby windowsill and soar outside.  “Oh, sure just leave me here!  I deserve to be alone anyway.”  Julian knocked back the rest of his drink leaning so far back in his chair I thought he might fall but miraculously he kept his balance.  When he sat back up to slam his now empty pint on the table, he finally noticed me.

“Doctor.”  I approached the table slowly; my nerves were starting to get the best of me.  It was so much easier to just be angry than to try to deal with the hurt and concern that was bubbling up within me every time I looked at him.  I knew he was hurting but so was I.

“Percy please just say my name.”  He peered up at me from his seat, desperation painted on his face beneath his drunken blush.  Something about the way he looked at me in this moment made my heart race.  I wanted so badly to kiss him, wanted him to know that even if I was pissed at him beyond belief, I still cared.  Instead I stared at the ground before speaking, fiddling with one of the knots that kept my shirt closed.

“Julian.”  I sighed, shaking my head as I decided to have a seat across from him at the table, unsure what to say.  “Julian I…”

“It sounds like music coming from your lips.” He interrupted closing his eye and leaning back in the chair again, this time kicking his feet up onto the table and knocking over a few of the empty pints.  “I’m a fool, Percy.  A fool for ever leaving.  A fool for thinking I could do this on my own.  A fool for falling for you and pulling you into all this mess.”  He put the back of his hand to his head dramatically as he spoke.  If I didn’t know his pension for the dramatic I would’ve assumed he was acting.

           “You’re a mess.”  I teased, causing a smile to creep across his face.  

           “I am.  You don’t even know the half of it.”  He laughed half-heartedly, before calling the bartender for another drink.  “Actually, make it two!”  His voice boomed through the bar as he held up a gold coin and planted his feet back onto the ground with a loud thud.  The bartender was quick to respond bringing over two more pints of whatever it was he was drinking which from the looks and smell was most likely Salty Bitters.  “Here, one for you!”  He reached across the table to offer me the drink, spilling some in the process, though he didn’t seem to notice.  

           “Thanks, Julian.” Our fingers brushed as I took the mug into my own hands and as soon as I set it down Julian reached across the table again, this time taking both my hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze. I couldn’t help but blush as he raised my fingertips to his lips, planting a few soft pecks before deciding to speak again.

           “I didn’t only come back because I need help, Percy.”  Suddenly his voice seemed much more somber than before, as if he had found a moment of clarity between the waves of drunkenness.  “I came back because… Well I… That is to say um…”  He looked directly into my eyes, letting my hands slip out of his grasp.  “Jeez you’re really going to make me say it aren’t you?”  He laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair.  I had to admit watching him squirm like this did bring me a strange sense of joy and yes, I did want to hear him say for himself all the reasons he returned.  

“Why don’t we finish these drinks and get out of here hm?  I know a cozy little place not too far from here.”  He waggled his eyebrows and I couldn’t help but laugh.

           I drank as quickly as I could, also opting to down the rest of his as I didn’t think he needed any more alcohol in his system.  Then we carefully made our way out of the tavern and over to Mazelinka’s.

           “She said she’d be away for a few days, gathering spices and herbs from somewhere or something.” Julian traced his hand along the top of the door frame before pulling down a key.  At least this was definitely better than trying to sneak in through the window and stepping on her flowers again.

           “You must’ve really been listening when she told you.”  I teased as he ducked through the doorway.  In a flash he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, closing the door behind me so he could push me up against it, moving so quickly it caused a gasp to escape my lips.

           “My thoughts may have been preoccupied.”  He rested a hand on the door just above my head so he could lean down to whisper in my ear.   “Forgive me, dear, for everything.”  His breath warm and familiar, sent a jolt of electricity through my body.  

           I let my arms rest on his shoulders, tilting my head so he could kiss and nibble at my neck, working his way down to my collarbone, his hair tickling me every so often.  

“It will take more than that to make it up to me.” I huffed, though I allowed him to continue.  His movements were desperate as he undid the knots holding my blouse together.  His hand, ice cold, danced across the exposed space under my bellybutton, dangerously close to the hem of my pants.

           “Kiss me.”  His voice was a husky growl.  It was more of a request than a demand and I jumped at the opportunity to take control.

           “Maybe if you say please.”  I winked playfully, tracing my fingers down the back of his neck and then along his collarbones, and down his exposed chest.  Immediately his pink drunken blush changed to a nearly crimson red, but I could see that I had sparked a fire in him.

           “Please.”  He continued to place sloppy kisses all over my neck and chest, sometimes opting to lightly bite at my ear.  

           “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”  I tried to keep a straight face, hiding my reactions as he started to work on unbuttoning my undershirt.  Every kiss, every touch, drove me crazy.  I wanted him, but not as much as I wanted to hear him beg.

           “Please, please kiss me.  I-“

           “Ahem!”  We both jumped as someone cleared their throat to get our attentions.  Julian was wide eyed but did not turn around and though I couldn’t see past him I knew it was Mazelinka.

           “Oh, Mazelinka I uh thought you were out for the weekend.”  Julian stammered, still refusing to turn to face her.  

           “Well I returned early after all.  What did you think just because I was out of town you could turn my home into your own personal love shack?  At least you used the door for once.”  She scolded as I did my best to hide myself.  Julian however quickly gained his composure, turning to sweet talk Mazelinka who stood arms crossed and eyebrow raised in annoyance as he tried to explain himself out of this situation.  As he did this, I quickly tied up my shirt and took a moment to ground myself.  

           “Great to see you by the way sweetie.”  Mazelinka ignored Julian’s rambling, looking past him to greet me with a smile.

           “You too Mazelinka, sorry for the intrusion.”  I put my hands together and gave a small bow.  The least I could do was be respectful.

           “Oh, don’t you worry about it, I know it’s all Ilyushka’s doing.  Always showing up here unannounced.”  She shot him a glare, if looks could kill he’d at least be mortally wounded.  “It’s late so there’s no point in sending you out into the streets. Take the bed in the backroom.”  Mazelinka seemed too tired to scold Julian any longer and made her way back to her own room.

           “Yeesh well that was er… Uncomfortable to say the least.”  Julian flashed a cheesy grin at me.  “I just adore your tough guy act but you’re really so cute when you blush.”

           “Shut up!”  I started to push Julian towards the bedroom but there was no hiding it, I was completely mortified.

           “It’s probably for the best anyway.  I may have had a few too many.”  Julian groaned as he plopped onto the bed.  Without him asking, I began to pull his boots off for him.  “You’re a doll.”  The sincere face he made as he said this caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I couldn’t believe it was even possible for someone to look at me that way.

           “I’m just ready for bed.” I yawned moving on to remove my top and pants, folding them neatly and placing them atop Julian’s boots in the corner of the tiny room.  Despite the activities which had just transpired I felt a bit too exposed in my underclothes and quickly made my way under the sheets.  Julian’s lanky body took up most of the twin sized bed and I did my best to squeeze in and find a comfortable position, finally settling on being the little spoon, facing away from him.  Once I was still, his slender arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. Julian kissed the back of my head a few times and for a few moments we were silent, savoring each other’s warmth, company, and safety.  

           “Julian.”  I called to him to see if he was still awake.  I couldn’t shake the creeping feeling in my stomach.

           “Yes, Percy?”  The lilt of his sleepy voice was so sweet and calm.  I could tell he was completely exhausted.  Truthfully, I had so many questions for him.  How far had he traveled out of the city and where had he gone? It must’ve been difficult returning to Vesuvia with the weight of his wanted status on his shoulders.  I could feel what was left of my anger subsiding further as I considered what he might’ve gone through over the past two months.

           “Please, be here when I wake up.”  I was glad he couldn’t see the tears welling in my eyes at the thought of him disappearing again but there was no denying the quiver of my voice.  I wanted to believe that this time he would stay, wanted to believe that I knew what he meant to say but kept avoiding at the shop and in the tavern, but I couldn’t push away the thoughts that I was wrong or that he would change his mind.  Weren’t we both trouble after all?  Two people who couldn’t even remember years of their lives, hard-headed and dramatic, and impulsive.  Could we make it work?  Could we prove his innocence, and would Nadia even accept it if we did or would she simply have us both killed?  I didn’t want to think about him dying but the thought kept bubbling up, the image of him hanging…-

           “Of course.  Of course.”  He squeezed me tight pulling me from my worries.

           “Promise me?”  My voice was meek, I didn’t want to ask too much of him, didn’t want him to push me away again but I needed to hear it from his mouth.

           “I promise.”  

[faustianfascination]

Crossing the Threshold

Faust is prowling the castle trying to keep his versúchskaninchen safe from his housemates after an evening of drinking and flirting with Vlad & Charles-Henri. Only, he happens upon quite a sight that leaves him quite excited.

Pairing: Faust x OC (Persephone) NSFW // +18 // minors dni rough sex, voyeurism, biting

Faust was agitated, possessiveness and jealousy coiled through his muscles and caused his steps upon the ancient stone floors to echo louder than usual. Charles was on house calls (much to Faust’s insistence when he had considered staying in to keep Persephone company) and he'd thrown the old goat into his room with more force than necessary, the whimsical bastard having the audacity even in his drunken haze to smirk knowingly at him.If it wasn't for him being such a good pureblood vampire specimen he'd consider trying to rip him apart while he was inebriated. There was now a dent in the dining room table from where he'd started crushing the wood unconsciously when the old goat had pulled his versúchskaninchen into his lap - caused her to straddle him, no less - so he theorised that he potentially had the strength to do so if alcohol dulled Vlad’s senses enough.

He knew that he was acting a fool, but he had been since he'd bitten her on impulse, his interest had gone from scientific curiosity to genuine desire and he was struggling to contain it. Despite the priest costume he hadn't bothered with chastity, he may not be as prolific as Charles but he'd certainly not denied himself the dual pleasure of a pretty companion for the night and a delightful snack. It sated both thirsts, but now his throat was burning and his clothes felt far too tight but yet, he was struggling to make the move on her. Which considering how forward he had been through this whole process, would be laughable if he didn’t feel frustrated to the point he wanted to explode.

He wanted her to desire him too, in a way he simply had not cared about before. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her; which he knew was more than a tad deluded considering the circumstances. As grey as his morals were, he knew wanting the woman he'd kidnapped and threatened to desire him was a bit insane, even for him.

Perhaps all this time being around Charles was having an effect.

And yet, his body had carried him to her door. Unable to enter despite wanting nothing more than to rip the wood off its hinges and sink his teeth right into her lovely neck and his cock into her tight little cunt. The fact he was now genuinely jealous of the mansion residents for potentially having gotten there before him served as a reminder of his increasing foolishness. How many men ranting about ‘their’ women, and being possessive about a pretty girl they’d been watching and wanting for weeks on end without actually doing anything about it had he silently derided for their delusions during confession, internally mocked for their utter stupidity? Plenty. Now he was one of those men, the irony was not lost on him.

The evening had started innocently enough, Charles had made dinner, they all gathered and enjoyed it. It's something that had been happening more frequently since he'd brought her here, the gloomy old castle finally had warmth to it which was surprisingly nice. Perhaps those goody two shoes over at the mansion got a few things right. They had chatted, then broke out a bottle (or three) of wine and unusually she had indulged in more than one glass. The more wine she drank the more the pretty blush had swept across her face, her eyes became hazy and her inhibitions had slowly slipped away. It was quite a beautiful sight, until she began giggling with Charles, and slowly the giggling turned to light flirtation, Charles daring to get closer and then she was flirting with both him and the old goat and he just sat there trying to hide his glare while not taking his eyes off her. Vlad looked far too delighted at her attention.

Now here he was hovering outside, trying to formulate some excuse to stay here, stay close to her, and guard the door agains the two other vampires that resided in the castle because the image of her on Vlad's lap, or how giggly she was getting with Charles was playing over and over in his head to the point of driving him mad. It was starting to morph into the image of them entangled as a beast with two backs. The thought of her sensual voice moaning out their names riled him in a way he knew was over the top.

Faust came to a stop and lent against the old wooden door, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to calm his breathing. Not for the first time he concentrated his enhanced hearing, sometimes he would stand and just listen to the rhythm of her breathing, imagine the beating of her heart and it bought him a little comfort. He knew this wasn’t simply desire, there was something else growing in him but he didn’t much care to delve into that while he was this agitated so he focused on listening to the breathing. Except, there was a surprise. As he began to pick up on her breathing, he noticed it was faster. Not quite panting but not at rest but before he could figure it out, the muffled sound of his name being moaned caught his attention. Concern spiked through him, and he went to knock on the door - but paused. If she was asleep, no point waking her up so he slipped into the darkened room, lit only by moonlight quiet as a ghost but the sight that awaited him was something he never could have expected.

There she was, his shirt draped over her, his name was falling off her lips while she touched herself. It was an enchanting, erotic beyond compare, her lithe body stretched across the bed, legs open towards him and the flower between them in full bloom, soaking as her elegant fingers slid in and out trying to reach deep inside. Hair spread across the sheets, and skin glowing in the moonlight. She looked like a goddess, the scent of her arousal heavy in the room, filling his senses making the bloodlust burn even more intensely. The wet sound of her fingers working herself to ecstasy while she breathed out his name, it was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard. It was perfect, too perfect, the knowledge that it was him that she was imagining while draped in his scent; it was taking every ounce of restraint not to make his presence known but he wanted to sear this vision into his memories. So lost in chasing her own pleasure, she had not even realised he’d walked in on her and now he stood and witnessed the sight of her masturbating over him which did nothing to clear the desire clouding his mind, quite the opposite.

The beautiful view causing his erection to strain almost painfully against his trousers testing every shred of control he had. Frankly, he pitied her; as lovely and elegant as those fingers were, they couldn’t provide her with true relief, not in the way he could. A devilish smirk spreading across his face, hazel eyes burning he decided he’d grant his poor little guinea pig the release she obviously needed, it would be cruel to leave her unsatisfied when she needed him so desperately.

“You poor thing, you’re shaking with pleasure” his voice cut through the stillness of the night, her reaction was instant. Her body stiffened and she sat up and covered herself as quickly as she could manage, her red face obvious even in the low light. Through pants of shock “Fa-Faust” she stammered Her eyes met his, wide and quivering like a little creature caught in a trap, which was apt for her current situation

“it’s-it’s not wh-what you think” her words fell from her mouth in a vain attempt to hide the obvious, but Faust simply smirked as he glided over to the bed and grasped the hand she’s used on herself so he could lick the wetness off her fingers. The sensation of his tongue sweeping over her fingers making her gasp

“Don’t try and lie little one, I can taste exactly what you were up to” he chuckled and began to let the tip of his fangs drag over her skin “I didn’t realise that I’d captured such a lewd little creature, or has being around me simply driven you into heat?”

In an instant she was pinned to the bed, her arms pulled over her head making the shirt fall away and reveal every detail of her body as it squirmed under him. His knee nudged right between her legs, the fabric stimulating her sensitive flesh as she accidentally rutted against him while trying to pull herself from his grasp. But Faust wouldn’t be moved, he examined her like the samples on his lab bench, taking in every little detail. The curve of her waist, the way her breasts jiggled as she tried to move from his gaze, the cute little freckles across her ribs, her nipples pert and just waiting to be taken into his mouth. He held her wrists with one hand, letting his other start to caress her skin, taking one nipple and giving it a light pinch making her moan and arch into his touch

“My my, what an interesting reaction, you face screams embarrassment but your body is so honest in its desire” Faust’s voice heavy with lust as his face drew closer to her, his lips barely a breath away from hers their noses touching as they looked into each other’s eyes. She wasn’t truly resisting him, he knew what her fight felt like, this was more a paltry display to save face because her eyes were as lustful as his. She chewed on her bottom lip, making it even more swelled and finally said to him

“You look puzzled father, playing priest so long you’ve forgotten what a woman looks like?” a snarky little smirk playing on her lips. Even in her lust she still was playing resistant, his little guinea pig was such an endearing creature but for that little comment he decided to forgo the facade of being a gentle and romantic lover, she just earned herself a rough night.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing little one, when you’re the prey who’s been caught and completely at my mercy. I’m the one who gets to decide if you get to taste pleasure” with those words his free hand drifted between her legs, moving his knee to make room for his thumb to lightly begin rubbing her clit making her body tremble beneath him “or if you need some punishment” a rough finger pushing into her pussy quickly pumping in and out while pressing into her clit, his thumb exuding enough force to dance along the line of pleasure and pain causing her to curse at him but that was cut off quickly when he captured her lips. It wasn’t soft or romantic, but a clash of tongues and teeth, fierce and beastly. One finger was joined by another, her tight cunt gripping onto them as they massaged her walls, delving deeper into her and reaching parts of her that she couldn’t. He curled his fingers inside her, his thumb tracing around her pearl in perfect rhythm causing her to start moaning his name in earnest between kisses and the sound of it was intoxicating, he wondered how much he could draw out of her so he kissed down her neck, letting his tongue slide across her collar bones, between her breasts where he began to kiss again. Tasting every inch of skin on her sweet mounds until he finally caught her nipple in his mouth, nibbling and suckling; making her moans even louder. Frankly he wanted her to scream down the castle, let everyone else know that she was in his arms and it was him giving her this pleasure and she was dragging him to the sweetest hell.

He could feel her heart race, her body writhing and jerking more and more, her walls fluttering signalling how close she was to her climax and that stoked his lust even more making him more aware of the confines of his clothing, and the sharpness his fangs begging to pierce her skin. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, making a show of licking them clean in front of her earning a frustrated whimper and angry glare.

“After your little show tonight it’s obvious you need some retraining to tame this obscene body of yours” he said sitting back on his heels, releasing her hands so he could remove his clothing. Her eyes widened at the reveal of his muscular body, far more muscular than she had even imagined. She’d felt the firmness under his clothes more than once but to see him. How does a man who is either in church or brewing potions end up this ripped? Faust enjoyed her eyes on him, relished seeing the desire written across her face because of him “my my, seems my little guinea pig sees something she likes. You can touch if you want, I won’t bite. Yet”

She took the invitation to touch him, running her fingers lightly over his abdomen. Faust wasn’t expecting her to touch him so boldly, he certainly wasn’t ready when she brought herself up to sitting and began kissing his chest - he couldn’t contain a moan at the feeling of her lips and tongue. He let himself get lost in the sensation and was not expecting the sudden sensation of her biting him. Sinking her teeth right into his peck.

The audacity.

How dare his prey try sinking her teeth into him? It was both arousing and made his sadism tingle. More so when he saw her pretty defiant eyes looking up at him, she looked good like that. She’s look even better with those lips around his cock. “Bold aren’t you” he all but growled gripping her hair to make her look up to him “but there’s something rather enticing about seeing you want me so much that you can’t keep your teeth to yourself. I’m a very handsome man, but you should try and contain yourself” She let out a harsh laugh, leaning her head back into his hand “Bit full of yourself aren’t you? Faust, too long in the confessional booth talking to yourself? Or perhaps all those potions you brew are getting to your head” She said with no real malice in it, a sensual smile on her face while she bantered with him. He tightened his grip on her hair and used his spare hand to finally push down his trousers and free his erection. Now she was leaning back she was in the perfect position for him to fuck her pretty mouth. Her eyes grew wider as she took his manhood in, wandering over him and taking in every detail, the musky scent of him even more prominent, the veins raised, skin tight, a slight curve that she knew would hit her in just the right places. His size and girth should be intimidating but she was so turned on she simply wanted him in her. She glanced into his eyes, licking her lips and let her mouth fall slightly open, inviting him.

“You know little one, you really should be more careful about what you say” he slowly slid his cock into her waiting mouth, feeling her tongue begin to sweep the underside of it making it damn tempting to start fucking those waiting lips harder but he focused his mind and let her take him at her own pace “keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit” he groaned the last part as she brought her hand to the base while she licked and sucked his glans, swirling her tongue at the tip and making him growl. Holding his hips still was a true test of discipline especially as she seemed intent to drive him wild.

He tasted divine, musk and salt, the taste and scent just so him. She enjoyed the feeling of him in her mouth, learning each spot that made him groan because she wanted to watch him fall apart for her. What a victory that would be over the smug bastard. She brought her teeth around his cock and slowly scraped them down his shaft, not enough to hurt but enough to earn her a loud groan and glare from Faust.

“The tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark“ he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, tears streaming from the corner of her eyes. It was exquisite but too good, he was going to end up finishing far sooner than he wanted and he wasn’t going to let her win this little game so he pulled his cock from her grasp causing an involuntary mewl to fall from her lips. The reaction made him smirk. Two could play at this game.

Her body was splayed under him, it made grabbing her legs and hoisting them over his shoulder causing her to tip backwards with a yelp simple, the new position bringing her cunt straight to his face. He didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before he used his fingers to spread her folds and mercilessly fuck her with his tongue. Her body reacted instinctively, bucking against his face, causing his nose to hit her sensitive spot making more moans and curses fall from her lips. She tasted sweet, her body was irresistible to him this sensitised. Her blood more alluring than ever.

He wanted to throw her into a climax as soon as possible and make her come until she couldn’t think of anything but him, so he pulled back and took in the beautiful sight of her cunt, twitching, flushed and gleaming. He brought his finger to her pearl and began massaging it with practiced ease, watching her begin to twitch more violently, her pretty hole clenching in pleasure at his ministrations, in terms to bloodlust he was at his limit and he intended to enjoy her fully. He ran his nose along her inner thighs, to the juncture of her groin and sunk his teeth in there.

The pain was brief, pin pricks where she least expected it but the pleasure was overwhelming. He’d bitten her before, and it has been intense but the location paired with his stimulation made her climax instantly. She couldn’t think, all she could do was feel as her eyes rolled back and she shook from the onslaught. She didn’t know how long she was riding out her orgasm, it felt like forever. She barely registered being flipped onto her front and her hips being hoisted into the air as she was forced to kneel, only the force of Faust’s grip on her and the blunt tip of his cock lining up against her pulling her back to reality. She had barely begun to crawl away from him when in one smooth movement he filled her, his balls flush against her cunt. It knocked the breath straight out of her, stretching her to accommodate him; any other time this might have crossed into painful but in the aftermath of her orgasm it felt incredible, filling her just as she was craving. There was little time to get used to it as Faust then set a punishing pace, rough, unforgiving, dominating. All she could do it yell his name as he pounded into her with a force that she knew would make her ache.

Faust enjoyed the sight below him, watching his cock slide in and out of her, but as beautiful as her arched back and arse was, he wanted to look her in the eye, see her pretty face contorted in bliss. He pulled out of her earning him another moan of protest and rolled her onto her back, lifting her hips and sliding back into her dizzying warmth, back to his fervent pace. She was clamping down on him so much he knew he wouldn’t last long now. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms slid around his neck and they ended up with foreheads pressed against one another. Her hands wove their way into his hair, nails digging into his scalp and neck in a delicious way. He couldn’t help but enjoy the fact his prey was trying to mark him up, the force in which her nails were burrowing into his skin, he was almost sad at how quick they’d fade. His bloodlust was nowhere near sated, in fact it had intensified after sampling her blood between her legs so he let himself go and sunk his fangs into her neck.

Her moan was loud enough to wake the dead, between that the and banging of the headboard on the stone wall, the sonic excess of their fucking adding to the intensity. The pain of the bite soon melted her into a sea of bliss, his hips pounding into her as she clung on for the ride, and the feeling of him burrowed into her neck made her body climax again, and again. It was almost too much to bare drifting into overstimulation. She wondered if this ecstasy that blurred away the external world was what Julien of Norwich experienced in her cell. There was something funny in the idea of sex so good it felt like a religious experience caused by a vampire playing priest. It was exactly the contradiction that suited Faust.

The force of it all was so overwhelming that she felt her consciousness slipping in and out.

Faust was struggling to stave off the inevitable, the sweet tang of her blood making him give into his full vampiric nature. All he could feel was her, all he could taste was her. He was consuming her fully. Drunk off blood and lust he only just managed to pull out and spill his seed all over her stomach in the nick of time. Releasing his fangs from her neck before he drank too much he sat back on his heels and admired the debauched mess he’d made of her.

Her moonlit skin was now flushed pink, her body trembling in the aftermath of their desire. Rivulets of blood leaking from her wounds, bruises on her hips from his grip and her body painted in him, he’d marked her in every way possible. He’d claimed her completely, sprawled and breathless, she was his. She looked at him through weary lidded eyes, the exhaustion evident on her face. Despite that she shakily pushed herself up so she could wrap her arms around him again, sweat and semen glazing their bodies, and they both fell heavily back down into the bed. Soon they were under covers, a tangle of limbs and unable to stop kissing each other. Softer and more sensual than before, a less furious more earnest exploration.

Eventually they both succumbed to their weariness, still a tangle but in need of some rest. Seeing her head resting on his chest, feeling her warm body nuzzling into him made quelling the affection he felt for her difficult. There was no pushing down the sensation away so he finally named it; he loved her. The damn woman had charmed him, he may have physically claimed her, but she’d also claimed him. He really was a fool.

The scared silence enveloped them. Only to be broken by her now horse voice quietly drifting into the air. Looking into his eyes, her face had a slightly mischievous expression

“Bless me Father, for I have a confession for you” she said while making a sign of the cross over herself

Faust chuckled at the irreverence “It should be Bless me, Father, for I have sinned but, go on child”

It was her turn to chuckle at his lighthearted reprimand, burying her face into his shoulder before finally lifting her lips to his ear. The ghost of her breath making the desire start to well up in him.

“I thought I was going to have to scream the castle down earlier to get you to finally cross the threshold. I was wondering you were going to wait in the hallway, perhaps all night just listening to me touch myself, which would have been deeply disappointing after seeing that hilariously sour face of yours at dinner” with that she bit the lobe of his ear and snuggled back into his arms, kissing wherever her lips could reach on his neck.

Faust just went still.

This devious little versúchskaninchen.

In the aftermath of her confession, he decided that a few bites on her neck and bruises on her hips weren’t sufficient punishment.

She would not be walking tomorrow once he was done with her.