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Please (Part 2) || Ominis Gaunt x Reader || Smut

Outline: After your arranged marriage and wedding night with Ominis, you found yourselves alone in the Gaunt house for a few days.

Word count: 2’840

Warnings: Explicit smut, pregnancy (mentions).

(May contain a few mistakes as English isn’t my first language.)

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Ominis’ didn’t have much time after your engagement was announced to come up with a plan but he knew that the most important thing would be to keep you as far away as possible from his family after the wedding. He had thought about asking to settle with you in the Gaunts’ apartment in London or maybe in his family’s cottage by the beach but, as it turned out, it was his family that had decided to take their distances, probably because they wanted to facilitate the procreation of a heir.

His parents had left the manor for London only one day after your wedding, leaving you very little time to take the full measure of the Gaunt’s cruelty and darkness. As for Marvolo, he stayed elusive about where he was going to spend the next few days but what was important was that he was gone, far away from you.

With only you in the manor that he used to dread, Ominis slowly started thinking that it wasn’t so bad after all. The heavy atmosphere that usually weighted on his shoulders seemed a lot lighter now that you were around. Even his perpetual darkness had became somewhat lighter since you had been there with him, filling the house with piano melodies and laughters.

As per usual, he found you in the music room, your fingers practicing a tune that he knew by heart by now. He stood on the threshold for a moment, enjoying the melody and your presence. Even if he couldn’t see, the way the room radiated with warmth and light because you were in it made his heart swell.

For once in his life, Ominis was happy. Truly happy. Because you were there, shining a new light on everything he used to hate. Starting with that piano that his mother always forced him to play until his fingers hurt… Now everything he wanted was to sit next to you and play a duet along with you.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Your voice said, as you stopped playing.

“Don’t mind me, I was just enjoying the music.”

He heard the air that left your lips every time you smiled so he smiled back at you, waiting for you to resume your tune but you didn’t, nervously fidgeting with your music sheet instead.

Ominis felt a pinch in his chest. He felt it a lot lately. It usually happened whenever he wondered if you were happy too. Because he was, and his only wish was that you felt it too. If you weren’t, then it meant you were feeling as trapped in this marriage than what you would have been if Marvolo had been your husband instead. Of course, Ominis would treat you better. He was your friend after all, your best friend. But he still couldn’t help but wonder sometimes who you would have chose to marry if you had had the freedom to decide for yourself. Sebastian ? Garreth ? Amit ? Even if the idea of you with another man made him sick with jealousy, he wouldn’t blame you if that was what you wanted. He sincerely wished you could have avoided a lifetime trapped with a Gaunt, even if it was him.

“I have a present for you.” He said, since you didn’t seem to want to play the piano anymore. He walked in your direction, stopping precisely close to the bench you were sitting on. His hand disappeared in the pocket of his vest, retrieving a small black box from it.

“You shouldn’t have.” You started, but your breath caught in your throat when he opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold ring, with a stone as black as a starless night on it. You traced a finger on the symbols engraved on the gem, feeling a powerful energy buzzing from it.

“It’s a family heirloom.” Ominis explained, as you were about to ask. “With a pretty ancient coat of arms engraved on it. I’ve been told my ancestor got it made for the woman he loved… It always gave me hope that maybe, some Gaunts are capable of love after all.”

“It’s truly beautiful.”

“It’s yours.” He took the ring out of the box, outstretching a hand in your direction. You placed your hand in his and he slowly slided the jewel on your ring finger. It fitted you perfectly, as if it had been made for you.

“I’m honored, thank you.” He heard you stand up from your seat, feeling you suddenly very close to him. Then, your soft lips pressed a kiss on his cheek, sending a wave of adrenaline through his body. “We haven’t really talked since our wedding night… Maybe we should.”

“What would you like to talk about ?”

“Our… marital duties ?” You said, a blush creeping up to your cheeks.

“Ah. That.” Ominis breathed, equally turning crimson.

“Your mother told me that I must birth an heir by the end of the year… But I wanted to know what you want.” You explained, your tone nervous.

“I want this bloodline to die with me.” He said, with no hesitation. Then, he realized that maybe, it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “I apologize if you were hoping to have children but I do not wish to bring another Gaunt into the world.”

“I understand…” You said, softly, but he could tell something was bothering you. “I suppose I’m better off having no children than being forced by my husband to birth more babies than what my body could endure.”

Ominis took a deep breath. In other circumstances, maybe he would have wanted this. Especially with you. But he swore to himself a long time ago that he would never provide another child for his family to torture until they could turn him or her into a monster like them.

“If you wish to see Sebastian, or another man, I won’t stop you but I need you to be careful to not accidentally get pregnant.” He said it as stoically as he could, wanting to seem impassible so that you wouldn’t know how it consumed him with jealousy to imagine you with someone else. But he would survive it if it might make you happy.

“What ? You think I want to be with Sebastian ?” You asked him, incredulous. “Do you want to be with someone else ?”

“I don’t think so.” He replied. “I don’t really care for such things…”

“Oh. I see.” You said, and maybe he should have been clearer to avoid hearing such disappointment in your tone. He didn’t really care for such things because all he cared about was you. Since 5th year, the only person he ever imagined being intimate with was you. And if he couldn’t have you, then he wouldn’t have anyone else. “I’m sorry if last time was terrible, it was my first time. Maybe with some practice I could get better at it.”

“You… Want to practice ?” He repeated, unsure of what you meant.

“Yes ? Maybe you could tell me exactly what to do to please you.” You suggested, causing very inappropriate ideas to flash in his mind. You couldn’t be serious. “I’m eager to learn if you are willing to teach me.”

In the few days you had spent alone in the manor, after your wedding, you had talked to him as you always did, like a friend. Not once did it sound like you regretted what you had done on your wedding night but you also didn’t seem to plan on doing it again. You were back at being friends and, with his family away from the manor, Ominis had decided to respect this by sleeping in the living room instead of sharing a bed with you.

So hearing that you were, in fact, not opposed to consume your wedding again left him slightly dumbstruck for a moment. Were you doing this because his mother had instructed you to ? Because his parents - or yours - had threatened to hurt you if you didn’t produce an heir quickly ? Or could it be possible that you just wanted him ?

“Please, Ominis.” You begged, quietly. You stepped closer and planted a wet kiss in the crook of his neck, causing him to take a sharp inhale of air.

There you were, asking him again so nicely and politely for something that he was dying to give you. He knew by now that he didn’t have the willpower to ever refuse you anything at all, whatever you wanted, he would give you. No questioning, no hesitation, all you had to do was say please in that agonizingly desirable tone of yours and he would grant you everything you asked for.

His arms closed around your waist, pulling you against him into a feverish kiss. You left out a breath of relief against his lips, making him kiss you even harder in return. For the past few nights, he had laid awake on the couch, thinking about the curves and dips of your body, the way he had traced them and memorized them, forming the most detailed idea of what your body looked like in his mind, after all these years during which he barely dared touch you.

He put so much strength into his kisses that the pressure of his body against yours forced you to take a few steps back. He followed each one, until you could no longer retreat, your back pressed against the imposing piano behind you.

“Sit down.” He instructed you, but he left you no time to do it, lifting you up and sitting you on the keyboard, unpleasant notes played all together resounding in the room under your weight.

He fell to his knees in front of you, his hands reaching to your legs and slowly moving upwards, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in the process until it was all the way up to your hips. He tugged on your underwear and you moved to help him remove them, once again causing a few notes of music to fill the air between you.

“What should I do ?” You asked him, the uncertainty in your voice making him grin.

“Nothing at all.” He replied, leaning forward to bury his face between your thighs. You gasped as soon as you felt his tongue between your folds, tasting you in a way you didn’t think possible.

“But…” You started, but interrupted yourself to catch your breath, your head swimming from the pleasure his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit provoked inside your body. “I want to learn how to please you.”

“This is pleasing me.” He assured you, because it really did. He had always wondered what you tasted like, and what sounds would come out of your mouth if he licked you down there. He was indulging into one of his wildest fantasies about you and nothing could have pleased him more at that very moment.

“Ominis…” You breathed, wanting to argue but moaning instead. With his hands gripping each of your thighs to ensure they were as far apart as they could be to grant him access and his tongue unrelenting in the way it explored the walls of your pussy, you couldn’t help but give in, closing your eyes and pressing your back against the piano, biting your lip to silence another moan.

When he pushed his tongue passed your entrance, your hand fell by your side, pressing a few keys in the process which made you jump but didn’t seem to phase him the least, maybe because your thighs were muffling every sound in his ears, apart from your delicious cries of pleasure. You put your hand on his head, fingers messing up his neat hairstyle to pull him even closer, wanting him deeper. So much deeper.

“I need you.” You managed to tell him, even though your body was trembling in bliss. “Please.”

He groaned against your folds, eyes closed. He needed you too, his cock was swollen in his pants, wanting nothing more than to be freed and shoved inside you for relief.

Maybe if he was very careful…

His mouth left your core and he wiped his lips with the back of his hand as you kept panting, perched on the piano. He knew it must be a lovely sight to see, you flushed from the pleasure he had given you and your legs spread open for him, your folds coated in his saliva and your own deliciously sweet arousal.

He stood up, opening his pants to free the erection so desperate to be inside you again. He heard how you quietly gasped as he pulled his hard length out, shuddering with excitement. He leaned down to kiss you, wondering if you could taste yourself on his lips and, as you attempted to catch your breath, he flipped you over, bringing your feet back to the ground and your hands slamming the piano keys in a abrupt melody once again.

He had to pull your skirt up to your hips again, exposing your round ass to him. He traced the contour of that part of you he had yet to discover, his fingers digging in the tender flesh a few times as if wanting to take the full measure of what it looked like. And, once his curiosity satisfied and the feeling stored in his memory, he aligned his cock with your entrance and pushed it in, slowly.

He had expected to find a resistance there, as he had last time, but his cock gently slided all the way inside you without you making a single sound of pain or discomfort. He left out a breath, loving how warm and tight you felt around him. He enjoyed it all the more knowing that he was welcome there, your wetness making it easy for him to bury himself inside you all the way until his hips were squeezed against your ass.

You felt incredible.

So good in fact that he struggled to control himself, wanting to thrust in and out of you so hard until he could be satisfied but he was determined to be a gentleman. Instead of the rough shoves he craved, he rocked himself back and forth painfully slowly, earning some lovely sounding moans and whimpers out of you as a reward for behaving.

It felt as if you were getting tighter the more you were crying out in pleasure and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take it much longer. He had came inside you last time, because it was your first time and he wanted to do things the traditional way. He took your virginity which you were willing to give him now that he was your husband. And he gave you his too, even though it felt a lot more insignificant in comparison. He had spilled his release inside you, to mark you as his, to forever be the first one to ever do it. But he wouldn’t do it again, the risk was too great to take.

He had to be cautious.

He pushed himself forward with more strength than what he had meant to use, making the piano sound again under your shifting weight. You bounced back against him, making him hit so deep inside that you loudly moaned, body tensing as violently as your pussy tightened around his cock, momentarily trapping him inside you and violently pulsating all around him, trying to get him to fill you up as he naturally should. And he almost did. It felt so good, way too good to resist…

He managed to pull out just in time for his release to splash out of him, warm drops landing on your ass and thighs. He breathed loudly, cock twitching in his hand as he emptied all of his pant up desire for you that he had fought against in the past few days. The quantity only rivaling the intensity of the pleasure he felt.

He didn’t notice you move, too busy enjoying his climax so he jumped slightly when he felt your lips around the tip of his still hard cock, your tongue licking the pink flesh with delight.

“Wh-What are you doing ?” He asked, breathing ragged. He had to lean forward and rest his hands on the piano to keep his balance, the sensitivity of his cock heightened after the strong orgasm he had.

“I wanted a taste too.” You admitted, licking each side of his shaft with care. He closed his eyes, a groan escaping from his lips as your tongue collected the salty wetness that coated his length.

He cursed and another load of his release filled your mouth, his body trembling and his head swimming in bliss. You sucked every drop out of him and swallowed it all, as he sat down on the piano chair with a dizzy expression on his face, struggling to catch his breath.

You allowed him a few minutes before you rose up from your knees to kiss him, gently pressing your hand against his racing heart. He kissed you back, tenderly, as his fingers caressed yours, contouring the new ring on your finger.

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Belle Of The Ball: Dark! King! Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: So this my first ever proper dark fic and I’m so nervous. I finished it but my mind thinks it’s garbage. so I’m gonna post this now when I’m feeling a random spurt of courage and am confident in my work. So here’s my masterpiece, cookies.

This is for Dark!MCU  Festive Fic swap hosted by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor  and @darkmcuficswap

My giftee is @hermesmaximoff Hope you enjoy it love!

Thanking @firefly-graphics for the dividers: both personalised and general.

There is also an amateur somewhat okay shitty poster I decided to make which is included at the end.  

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC CONTAINING DUBIOUS CONSENT BORDERING NON-CON AND EXPLICIT SMUT. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. LOSS OF VIRGINITY, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY, BREEDING KINK ALSO PRESENT.

Summary: Invited to the Royal ball by the benevolent monarch, you could barely control your excitement to visit the Capital. While you were busy admiring his prosperous reign, King Steve was quite occupied getting enamoured by you. As you try to fulfil the King’s demands, secrets find their way out.

CHARACTERS + GENRE: DARK!STEVE ROGERS X READER, SUPERNATURAL STEVE ROGERS X READER (read to find out what), ROYAL AU, HALLOWEEN THEME (I tried for the request, hope you do like it)

King Steve Rogers invites the princes and the princesses of all Kingdoms, near and afar,

To celebrate his several years of reign.

He requests thy kind and noble presence

At the joyous regale

of his auspicious ball

On the thirty first of October,

after sundown, in His Majesty’s finest castle.

Challenging thy with the unique theme of

A Halloween Masquerade Ball,

The King expects exceptional indulgence from all.

 The Most Grandiose Halloween Celebration is being organised with the spookiest of events within.

Come here if you dare.

“We have been invited to a royal party! My day couldn’t have been better!” Your elder sister exclaimed, jumping quite unladylike in your chambers, as you went through the details of the venue. You chuckled at her antics, knowing rather well that she would be scolded if someone else was present. 

“Emma, Mother has to approve first. As Lady Ava always says, don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

“As if mother would really decline an invite from the King, dear sister.” She rolled her eyes at you, not letting her enthusiasm die as you pondered over her words.

Your sister had a point though, the King summoning your presence was not to be taken lightly. The invitation came up handwritten in a scroll with the King’s wax seal atop it. It was placed elegantly beside a golden mask in a rectangular black box, that bore the Majesty’s sigil on the front.  

The theme of the ball wasn’t that peculiar if you reflected over it, the renowned monarch was also recognised for his distinct interest in eerie, unearthly beings. He was known for adventuring into haunted lands, mysterious manors and sinister soils, meeting up with people rumoured to be sorcerers and occultists.

Of course, the reason for his encounters was sometimes rumoured to be because of his familial distress, how he couldn’t find a mate to procreate with and conceive his own heir no matter what. Three females, who were pregnant with a progeny of his blood, none his wife though, had died during the first two or tercet months, reason unspecified why.  

Coming to You, you and your sister weren’t actual princesses, rather the daughters of one of the esteemed Ministers in the King’s cabinet. The benevolent King, however referred to the daughters of the town, more exactly, the Kingdom, as noblewomen. He held high reverence for the females and was the sole creditor to the improved condition of the women in this era. No matter how troubled his own life was, the King was the most merciful royal to be crowned to date, his people prospering under him.

Your sister nodded eagerly to your mother, drinking in her words like the fine tea you all had in the afternoons, while you just smiled at her advice.

 When you both met your mother for dinner, you were surprised to find her already informed about the invitation. Her conformity to the celebration astonished you even more, but Emma’s zeal was starting to rub off on you too by the end of the meal. 

Your mother continued, “Your father mentioned The Majesty is looking for a wife, quite possibly. He has been insistent in trying to get a successor the correct way this time, by courting the lady who piques his interest. Even though this might be a rumour, or some gossip spun by the ladies of the Cabinet, you both should try your best to be graceful and presentable. Among the hundreds of guests, he’d be having over, on the off-chance, if Gods allow, that either of you manages to entice him, it will only promise you the most pleasant of all forthcomings. It would also do me and your father some good, if you managed to find some other suitable bachelor, from a nice background to engage with.”

Your sister had always been one with the more overactive imagination out of you two, while you had been the more serene and poised one. When she’d be out playing with the children in your town, you’d be talking to the younger toddlers, drawing with chalks on the side. For every kid she splashed with water in the nearby sapphire river, you made tots flower crowns. These were the values you both grew up with, and these will be the values you’d die with.

After days of shopping velvet fabrics and silk textiles, and bothering your seamster to make sophisticated and stylish dresses, you both neared your day of departure. After some instructions to you both to represent your father and town well, your mother bid you adieu. It was nerve wracking to not have your mother by your side, for an event as big as this was, but since you both had passed more than twenty name days, you were expected to be proper, independent ladies. 

With a heavy heart and some self, positive affirmations, you and your sister embarked on the voyage, which was filled with her chitchat.

You only hoped that the gala was as exciting as your family made it out to be. That it was just a King trying to celebrate his sovereign with some western festival integrated together. That the event would not be as unnerving and creepy as the last line of his invitation made it out to be. 

For some unknown cause, it did not sit well with you. Your apprehensive intuition made you wary of the invitation for some reason, but you let your sibling’s zest take you over. What benefit would fretting get you?

The ball was far more pompous than anything you’d have imagined in your little head. All the ideas that Emma had come up with during your journey, to anticipate the extent of extravagance for the ball, were all exceeded with tenfold finesse. You had travelled to faraway, distant lands with your parents, but the King’s mansion, with all the festivity happening, was truly a sight to behold.

Entering The Capital had been the highlight of your excursion, you were sure earlier, but well you were proved wrong. Your father greeted you both when you had arrived, eager to see his angels after almost six moons, and had ensured you both got the best of the accommodations in the well-built, enormous fort. He introduced you to several of his comrades as well as their brooding, young lads and then, left you both to rest for the main event next eve. With two maids at your every beck and call, courtesy of your father, your time went smoothly and now you found yourself at the said Halloween themed celebration, staring around in awe of every little detail that had been so meticulously handled to make the event as dazzling as it was.

The servants were dressed rather ridiculously as cats, wearing some bizarre structure resembling cat ears, horribly short black dresses barely past their thighs and some whiskers draw using either coal or makeup, you weren’t sure. It was a poor attempt to make them appear feline. However, the food was as immaculate as everything else, entirely themed like only blood red wine, candied apples, chicken pumpkins, cheesecake brain, mummy muffins, some appetizer with bell peppers as jack-o-lanterns; these were the few that met your sights.

The hall was so grand, almost the size of three jousting arenas and playing fields combined with pillars having detailed architecture supporting the place. The walls were covered in scarlet, golden and black velvet drapes, the royal colours, and beautiful masquerade masks were pinned atop them, along the walls. Almost hundred round, white clothed tables filled the ballroom, with gold plated candlesticks and utensils upon them. The entire place had entertainers progressing around, the essence of it being magicians, clowns, contortionists, palm and tarot card readers. 

In the centre of the hall, was an empty space, reserved for the soon to be ensuing dancing. An orchestra on the side had beautiful instruments, playing soft melodies for now, reserving the upscale beats for later.

You had only read a few books on Halloween to be prepared but nothing could have geared you up for this. Your small-town self was gaping at everything with a childlike wonder while somehow your sister was quite composed and calm, somehow your roles had been reversed. 

Emma was wearing a blue gown, having several layers of nets and cloth, each a different shade of azure. She tried to dress as the mythical creature called mermaid, with crystal heels and a beaded neckline. Her masquerade mask had scales like fish, made using shining sequins. She looked so gorgeous, truly managing to look captivating.

You on the other hand were dressed like an angel, which you were against, finding it too mainstream and typical and wanted to dress like an enchantress with violet and jade colours, which your mother immediately negated. On demand of your sister, she let you wear a fluffy white ball gown, and had you made wings with dove feathers, an apparatus which was astonishingly light to wear. Using her art and craft skills, Emma made you a headband with two wires attached to a metal ring, shaped like an angel’s halo. The loop at top made of some special metal that glowed golden in the dark, making it look like a real, floating halo. Your mask had a fur lining on it, and silver sparkles were sprinkled all over you, with pretty makeup on your face, courtesy of your sibling.

The change in music brought you out of your reverie, as trumpets and harps began to hum, signifying the arrival of the King on the grand staircase. He had a crimson red velvet cape descending his broad shoulders, his tuxedo underneath could hide neither his long legs nor his bulging, protruding biceps. His black, shining shoes cost more than your entire apparel, you were certain. 

As your gaze ascended his masculine form, you were mesmerised furthermore with his high cheekbones, full lips tainted cherry pink, a Grecian slanting nose, sleek eyebrows, luscious blonde hair, a thick beard and the best of all yet, cerulean blue eyes, the prettiest you’d ever seen in the entirety of your small life. The ladies beside you, Emma included, had the same reaction whether they had witnessed his Highness before or not. Every female’s gaze seemed to flicker between his azure eyes and the Golden crown resting atop his blonde locks, flooded with rubies and emeralds and gemstones you weren’t sure your books had.

For a moment you felt his eyes land on you, which surprised you even more so, that you questioned yourself about it, but his cheeky grin and wink confirmed it, make you shiver involuntarily as heat spread through your face while a titillating stir ran through you, a first for you. His impeccably white teeth were clearly visible now, showing two elongated canines, which finally gave you a sense of his attire, paired with his blush lips, A Vampire.

He spoke a few words, eyes unsteadily wavering, observing different members of the gathering. He let the dances commence, partnering with his most suitable match at the festivity, the daughter of the wealthiest lord. After the first song was over, other couples joined alongside him while you stood at the side, observing everything. Only mere moments ago had your sister been courted by a young man, the two of them shooting each other coy glances since they had entered. 

A tap on your shoulder had you puzzled, you turned around focus landing on warm, brown eyes. You recalled him to be Lord Stark’s son, Peter, having met him yesterday at dawn. His familiar brown eyes gave you sense of comfort, which you liked, not being alongside Emma now.

“Shall we?” He asked, his cheeks ruby like yours were, as he extended the palm of his hand towards you. You giggled, smiling like a little babe who got extra cookies for dessert, and accepted his hand. Sauntering to the dancing arena, you only prayed to The Heavens above that Lady Ava taught you enough to embarrass neither yourself nor your guild.

Tracing his steps and following his lead, you did manage to dance without falling, which was a surprise seeing how spread out your wings were. You and him made easy conversation, about your hometowns and interests.  You saw your Father proudly looking at you and Emma, dancing with lads, you guessed, he approved of.

As the song ended and the orchestra played a transitioning tune between the melodies, a cough sounded beside you as you and Peter stopped. Your eyes widened as you nervously curtsied beside Peter, A ‘Your Majesty” falling from both your lips.

“If it’s not too much trouble, may I share a dance with the most stunning dame here?” 

Peter politely stepped back, letting go of your waist, as The King’s wide stature more than filled his place. Your heart was beating rather loudly, blood pumping to your ears as you tried to make sense of what was happening. In your peripheral vision you could see the prying eyes of others looking at you both, ready to criticize you for one wrong move. Your father watched intently, a slight warning in his eyes to not mess this opportunity up while your sister comfortingly smiled at you. You tried to even your breaths and make sense of what he was saying, to not just stand and gape like a fool in court.

As the harmony played out, he swayed you around, lifting you up and twirling you around. Compliments spewed out from his lips, making you crimson like freshly ripened apples. You couldn’t keep up with your expression of gratitude through your words as he admired your eyes, your elegance and your ensemble which just couldn’t make him shift his eyes from you. 

After two songs had played out, he left as suddenly as he had come, with a promise to meet you later. You watched him dance with other maidens, who approached him when you were dancing together, entertaining every approaching lady like an excellent host.

You made your way to the side, hoping to get some liquor, or at least some fluid in your veins and not faint right there this moment. Emma came up beside you while you were having wine, and rubbed your back in a parental way. Her eyes communicated her understanding of how overwhelmed you felt at the instant. Her date and Peter soon came and kept you both company for the rest of the night. As duos danced and people got intoxicated, you had to call it a night on behalf of your sister, her incessant giggling make you worried for her inebriated self. 

You slipped her out before your father caught her and gave her a stern talking to and tucked her in her bed keeping a glass of water and some fresh fruits for her on the bedside wooden bench. You concluded retiring for the night yourself but only after assuring your father of your whereabouts and well beings. Before returning to the hall, you took off your wings and the halo, also opting to leave the mask behind as the fur tickled your skin. Your makeup hadn’t ruined in the heat of the hall, it was a miracle. You made your way to the Hall, hoping to find your father, assumingly drunk with all his entourage.

Two hallways before the decorated ballroom were you pinned to the wall, one hand of your attacker covering your parted lips while the other held your face delicately, with a lover’s touch. A split second was all it took for you to be immobilised by this man and another by your wavering form to recognise the cobalt blue eyes and blonde curls. When The King was certain you wouldn’t scream, his hand left your mouth slid upwards, mirroring his other hand, with thumbs in front of your ears and palms resting on your cheeks.

“Your Majesty?” You mumbled back, your voice somehow even lower, afraid for yourself and even more so terrified to offend him.

“Say, would you come for a while to my chambers, the view of the creek from my balcony is splendid.”

His choice of words gave you an option, but his eyes, almost hypnotically told you there was only one correct answer.

“You are the one, I can feel it.” He whispered lowly but your heightened senses gladly picked it up.

You meekly nodded, your inner self surprised at your body moving of its accord alongside him, as your mind started voiding of thoughts like reporting to your father, checking up on Emma. You felt like you were trapped in someone else’s form and fought with an invisible force to take over the reins of your own body.

You did not fail to notice the lack of guards outside the King’s chamber and how every entrance managed to open itself. The King wasn’t lying about the picturesque scene though, as you stood in the balcony, hair getting ruffled by the strong breeze that seemingly came from nowhere.

Your body stiffened as King Steve came uncharacteristically close to you and slid his hands around your middle, his nose nestled in your locks, inhaling deeply.

His lips descended your neck, laying feathery kisses on his path as you stood there, unable to even move your hands or turn around. This out of body sensation was broken when you felt intense pain on piercing of your skin where your head met your torso. You suddenly gained all wits and enough strength to flail your limbs around but all your might wasn’t enough to even stir the man from his task. Your throat couldn’t gather enough energy to scream, though you doubted anyone would come. You started getting light headed and only then did he stop, carrying you in his arms to his widespread four poster bed, mattress as soft as sponge and sheets as silky as butter. Too weak to fight him off, you harvested all your energy in staying conscious as your gaze danced around, trying to make sense of every object present but not awake enough to notice too many details. The wine you drank did not make it any better.

As you laid on the stranger’s bed, you felt his body sit beside you, holding your neck; leaning down, his lips meeting yours for the first time. You did not reciprocate, neither did you have the strength nor the will, while his tongue slipped inside your mouth, roaming around like a traveller in foreign land.

As the kiss drew on, you felt some energy sidle inside you, enough for your mind to function again but not ample enough to fight off the brawny thief who robbed you of your first kiss. King Steve broke off the kiss and connected your foreheads together, his indigo eyes turning black in want, leaving you a frightening and gasping mess.

He backed away, sitting more straighter now as his hand drew back from around your neck and slid along your stomach, nearing the most intimate part of your body, even though there were still layers of cloth present. His hands did not stop there, however, and made their way downwards only stopping at the hem of your gown and slipping inside.

You shrieked out suddenly, becoming aware of his intentions quite late and grasped his wrist that rested now on your knee. 

“Your Majesty, I……I can’t-”

“Do you wish to refuse your King?”

You looked down, caught in the dilemma of wanting your safety and offending him once again. Your virtue had to be preserved till marriage, your mother had taught you, but on the other hand, the King’s words were the law.

“Answer Me.” The King’s cold voice broke through your thoughts, not a shout but still scarier than a yell.“

Your Majesty, I’ve never engaged in s-” You started tearing up, lower lip wobbling and body shaking at the thought of the future. You did not see this ending beneficial in any scenario. If you lost your virtue, you would never get wed but if you refused the King and he felt insulted, your family and your connections would be in the ruins, he held that much power over you.

Cradling your face with his other hand, he began again, “You think I’m not already aware, pretty one?” The man who was reprimanding you only few moments ago upon not answering him, had a smile on his face this time: not assuring or comforting, but malicious and sinister to its very core. “I could smell your untainted scent from my room, before even descending the stairs.”

“Your e-eyes..” You gaped again as colours morphed in his eyes, red now swirling around in the pools of darkness, his words lost on you as you felt your fear rising due to the inhumane action.

“For an intellectual, bibliophilic girl, you sure are oblivious, sweetheart.” He scoffed, looking unimpressed at you, “Come on, prove to me you aren’t heedless like the rest, draw the conclusion." His eyes held yours, again altering into hues of different colours, seemingly mocking you now. 

You don’t know how the thought jumped into your head, maybe because the two holes on your neck stung suddenly or because the automatically opening doors entered your mind, the contemplation that his fangs appeared so realistic and authentic the more you stared at them paired with the blood on his collar, not just the fresh red stain of your plasma but also the burgundy stain present there, giving his lips the cherry red shade you admired hours ago on his arrival at the event.

“This is not a co-costume, no-” You inhaled a quick breath, “you are a vampire.” Your face paled in realisation while he smirked proudly, tapping your knee in a weird, twisted form of appreciation.

“Tremendous, my dear. But only half, you see. My mother was one, yes, but my father, he gave me an even better ability, he was an Incubus.” You shuddered as the words sunk in, your only worry being staying alive now, when your life was in the hands of this sex demon, having the greatest of powers and strength. Your mind did not spend any time mulling over the existence of supernatural beings, only dwelling on possible escapes now.

“That is why even your untouched body couldn’t help but react to my form and it is also the very reason, that I can read what goes on in your mind, all your memories, your hobbies, every book you’ve read, your precious sister, Emma isn’t it? So please, do not even think about fleeing if you don’t want your family to suffer.”

The threat loomed in the air, nasty sobs wracking your body as his thumb came to wipe the tears off. His hands started undoing the lace on the front of your bodice as you sniffled. Managing to quieten down just a bit, you begged, “Please don’t do this, I’ll have nowhere to go if my family found about me partaking in this unholy deed before marriage.” You had little hope about him seeing reason but there was optimism nonetheless. 

“Darling, do not fuss that I’ll leave you unhinged and deserted after finding pleasure in your body, you are to be mine now. Essentially, you already are.” His lips claimed yours again as the front of your dress slackened, bundling around your waist.

You pulled back, surprised at his promise, “You mean that?” He nodded, coming to kiss you again. You turned so that his lips met your neck, tongue licking the salt residue of tears there. “In what sense?”

“In every sense you could think of and more. I’ll give you everything, make you my queen, would you like that?” He mumbled in your neck, tongue now soothing the two punctured cavities residing there.

You could feel yourself crossing your legs involuntarily, trying to caress the abrupt yearning in your intimate part, your underclothes dousing with wetness somehow. Steve smirked in your neck, sitting upright and playing his trump card.

“I’ll marry you and we’ll rule together with the plenty of successors you’ll give me. Won’t that make your parents proud? Isn’t that what your parents taught you? Catch the King’s eye?” You meekly nodded, his charisma of an Incubus winning you over. “I’ll make your father The King’s Hand and send your mother the finest of jewels and gems, satins and silks.” He looked over at your submissive form, looking at him with the innocence of a toddler, swayed by his promises.

“I’ll let your sister have a grand wedding with the man she dears. All you have to do is surrender yourself to me and be my Queen, rule alongside me. So I ask, will you?” You cut him off, your lips pressing against his as you tried to mimic his earlier movements. He held your waist, surprised but pleasantly so, crushing the layers of the rolled top half of your dress underneath his hands. You had very little idea about what bedding someone meant but you had this primal urge to not have any skin of yours covered or untouched by him.

Steve shed his cape and threw every cloth on his torso away, almost as eager as you to get skin to skin contact. Your hands tangled in his hair as he lifted you up and sat you in his broad lap, not before sliding your dress all the way down. As he broke the kiss and took in your body, parts of you hidden under the smallclothes, he let out a growl that frightened yet excited you with another shiver down your spine. 

He made quick work of his bottoms, his cock standing and reaching his muscled chest almost and you gaped. Your sister, Emma had informed you of men’s parts being far much smaller than what you had just witnessed. His member stood erect and proud, glistening as he pumped it with his fist. His eyes drank in your surprise and trepidation, getting amused and turned on even more. 

You still laid stretched across the bed, legs straight ahead of you while your torso rested on your elbows, eyes wary of his every next movement.  He eyed your scantily clad body, gaze filled with lust and nothing more and climbed between your legs, one hand coming down on your waist while the other grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a possessive kiss, robbing you of your breath. Your mind was slowly registering the reality of it all, this was going to happen no matter what. You were going to sin by engaging in fornication. But is it really wrong if your benevolent king demands that of you?

His hand sliding from your face to your bosom distracted you from your chain of thoughts. He slid the cups of your garment revealing your nipples and took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his other pinched the abandoned one. You didn’t know if you should be more surprised at his actions or the rush of the feelings that ran through you.

He slowly released your nipple and trailed soft kisses down your stomach to your most intimate part yet, kissing it through the cloth there. His delicate touch was abruptly contrasted with him grabbing the fabric, tearing it into two and revealing you bare. 

You closed your legs out of instinct but his heavily muscled hand took them apart in a single push. He eyed you with a warning, to not obstruct him anyhow anymore.

“Let me taste that sweet nectar of yours, sweetheart. I really want to find out if it is as addictive as my senses picked it up, as sweet as the aura that surrounds you.”

And with that he dove into your pussy, his tongue roaming your wet cavern. Neither did you understand what he spoke of nor had you sister told you about the activity happening right now. But all you could do was focus on the astonishingly pleasant shivers running through you as you had an out of the body, more accurately an out of the world experience. You had no sense of the time that passed and how long you laid there clutching the silk sheets letting out mewls. But out of nowhere, something in you snapped and all your energy left you. 

As your blurry vision cleared and your eyes found his face, he licked his still glistening lips, his beard moist and wet but erotically so. He dove right into kiss again and you tasted your own sweet nectar for the first time ever. His hand roamed your body, grabbing your curves and caressing your soft flesh. 

One of his hands made its way down furthermore and spread your fluids along your folds, and then lined up himself along your hole. With a sudden push, you felt yourself being full like never before, and a sudden pain hit you as your face visibly flinched. Steve swallowed your grunts of pain with his kisses and started rubbing your bud above your linked bodies. 

The shudder that ran through you once again made you incapable of thinking, the ache slowly subsiding behind the pleasure you felt. When your moans filled the air, Steve kissed your collarbones and sucked leaving bruises there, and started thrusting again. As his movements became faster and consistent, and his callused hands rubbed you and pinched your intimate flesh, you ascended to another world. Each action of his introduced you to a new star in the wide galaxy. The same unknown descended upon you again as something snapped in your abdomen and you experienced pure bliss. 

“Going to make you the mother of my children, you will carry my seed and bring the Kingdom several heirs. This time I’ll succeed, you will be mine, my Queen in every sense.” His words made you clench around him and that was all it took for him to achieve ecstasy as well.

Your head lolled and your eyes met his sweating frame lying across the silk sheets as a sinister grin adorned his face again, “I need to fuck a successor into you tonight, you ready?”  

[your-obsessions]

A new chapter

Dracula x reader

So my baby fever is not going anywhere anytime soon and in my days of just gushing over babies I came up with this little thing. I hope you enjoy it.

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About a month ago you had started to feel very ill. Both you and him didn’t know what was wrong so you decided to go to the Harker foundation. They were the only ones who would be willing to find out what was wrong with you. The day that you walked in the doctor asked all sorts of questions.

[Doctor] “have you been careful with your feeding?” “Have you been exposed to anything that could be of harm to you?” “Have you guys had an argument?” “Have you been resting?..”

The questions went on and on for both of you. It would be a lie to say that you were not worried. You squeezed Draculas hand out of nervousness and leaned your head on his chest as the doctor walked out

[Dracula] “you mustn’t worry darling, I’m sure everything is alright. It could be anything but I’m sure it’s nothing major” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head

You sighed and stepped back pacing back and forth

[y/n] “I don’t know love, what if I’m sick, or what if in the process of you turning me something went wrong and now it’s showing. It’s only been a couple of years. Oh God I’m starting to panic”

You sat in the chair and played with your ring

[Dracual] “ (y/n) please just calm down, I’m very confident in what I did and the doctor will be back in no time just relax”

He sat next to you and pulled you to his side. Good heavens what would you do without him. He played with your hair to calm you down and that’s when you heard the doctor come back. He took a seat in front of you both

[Doctor] “ I went over your symptoms with my fellow colleagues and we have an idea”

He turned to Dracula, and then he looked at you. Taking a deep breath he continued

[Doctor] “Do you think that you could quite possibly be pregnant? I mean the symptoms are so clear. I think that we are going t...”

[Y/N] “ pregnant?!”

[Dracula] “Pregnant.” Dracula repeated as if he didn’t hear the words right.

You both turned to each other in shock

[Dracula] “if I’m honest I don’t know if I can procreate. I um.....” he looked at you and then at the doctor a small laugh escaping his lips “I’ve never tried to find out”

[Doctor] “well we are going to need some blood samples to test our theory and we will get in contact with you for the results”

…………

It’s been about a week since that day and you have just gotten the email that they would video call.

You never thought about having a baby at such a young age, heck you and him hadn’t even had that conversation fully. You were nervous, what if the results come back negative, he had been so excited with the possibility and to crush his dreams like that would devastate you.

You walked to the living room and you found him sitting down reading a book. You couldn’t help but smile at the man infront of you. He had changed a bit since his old days, he often said that you had given him the youth that he so longed for. Dracula was far more relaxed and experimental. The vibe as you call it changed since the day you moved in. His recent experiment was his blonde hair, it suited him, you very much liked it.

[Y/N] “ Babe, um the doctor is calling”

Dracula wasn’t aware but you had started to record him. You never knew, this could be a moment to cherish for eternity.

He placed the laptop on the coffee table and waited as the doctor read the paperwork in front of him. You could tell that Dracula was nervous he couldn’t keep still.

[Doctor] “it was a little complicated to figure it out with you being well you know a vampire and all but we did it. After taking your sample to the lab and carefully testing it we are happy to notify that you are pregnant” the doctor smiled. He said a lot more but neither of you paid attention so he bid his goodbyes.

[Dracula] “Yes Yes yes!!!!” Dracula could not contain his happiness. Turning around to face you, all he could feel was love explode inside of him, you had given him what he thought he never could have, a child. “Darling, we are having a baby”

He leaned in and kissed your lips softly, you could feel all his emotions burst through his touch. He pulled back wiping your tears away and searched your tear filled eyes “thank you so much, you’re going to be a wonderful mother”

You were in shock but so happy, if you had been alive your heart would have skipped a beat. You were about to have a child with the man of your dreams. A baby was growing inside of you and you couldn’t believe it. Your hand flew down to your stomach and you pulled your shirt up laughing.

[Y/N] “we.... we made a baby and it’s in there. Oh My God, we are having a baby Dracula! A BABY!!!!!!”

Your excitement made his smile grow bigger and he leaned down to kiss your stomach.

This marked a new chapter for both of you, a blessing had been placed in your lives, a child.

[dyns33]

The little cupids

One shot. I had this idea a looooong time ago, because I looooove @cryptid-coalition Mother Langdon. So, today, while I had to write the next chapter of my series, of course I decided to wrote a Oneshot of this story instead ! 

           Life at the Sanctuary was perfect, lush, with a profusion of delicious food and the ability to satisfy all desires... except for the grays. Even if they had sold their soul and they could be happy to have escaped the Apocalypse, they remained at the bottom of the ladder, slaves, whose existence was of less value than those of the other inhabitants. they had to serve without question. There were still rules to protect them, established by the Antichrist himself, the master of the place, Michael Langdon. It was forbidden to kill the grays, because even though they were numerous, they were all necessary for the proper functioning of the Sanctuary. It was also forbidden to injure or rape them, as this would slow down their work rate, or even prevent them from working if they needed care or became pregnant. For the same reasons, romantic relationships were prohibited, even between two gray ones. In general, the issue of children was problematic, since it was necessary to repopulate the Earth in the image of Satan, but it was not necessary that the Sanctuary was overpopulated before it was possible to return to the surface. Pregnancies were therefore limited to one child per woman, if they wanted to. Few Satanists wanted to lose nine months with a parasite in the stomach, and then have to constantly have to take care of them. Especially since Michael Langdon had been very clea r: if the child was not cherished, pampered, worshiped by their parents, then they would regret it. It was therefore necessary to think before deciding to found a small family.

There was, however, one exception, a person who had given birth to twins, thus breaking the rule of the quota of authorized children and who moreover did not take care of them all the time. This person was none other than Michael Langdon himself. He had not needed anyone to get pregnant, being able to change his gender, impregnating himself with his own seed, and he gave birth to two adorable cherubs, which he loved more than anything in the world. However, as he was the master of the Sanctuary, he had a lot of work, which took a lot of his time, and it was reluctantly that he had to entrust his precious children to nurses, grays, who sometimes kept them for several days, until he can finally devote time to them or... that the two boys killed them, not respecting the rule concerning the protection of the grays.

           "My loves..." Michael sighed when he found the nurse bathing in a pool of blood. "You promised me to be nice and not to do anything stupid."

           "She was mean, Daddy ! She did not want to let us play video games."

           "That's right, Mommy ! It's her fault, not ours."

Sometimes, Michael regretted not having procreated naturally, with a woman, that his little devils would never have hurt since she would have been their mother and to whom they would have accepted to obey without any resistance, or at least just reacting like children who made a whim, not like miniature psychopaths. But could he blame them, since he had been like them ? He could also ask Miss Mead to look after them, but he needed her to lead the Sanctuary and make sure everything was perfect. All he could do was try to make them understand that they should not start again, while choosing a new nanny. Almost all the grays were scared by the boys, they knew they were going to be killed, but they could not say no to the master. This lasted until the birthday of the little antichrists, who were celebrating their fifth birthday.

The whole Sanctuary had been arranged for this occasion, the children circling the immense underground bunker to be greeted by all the inhabitants, who were to congratulate them for their extra year and offer them a present. When they arrived in the gray dormitories, which had all been against the wall to greet them, they began by asking for their presents, as usual, until one of them turned head toward a girl who stood at the back of the room, pulled his brother's sleeve to get his attention and both ran towards her, to everyone's surprise.

           "Who are you ?" they asked.

           "(Y / N), young masters."

           "What is your present ?"

           "A book, young masters. It was my favorite book before... I was able to bring it with me and today I offer it to you, hoping that you will love it as much as I did."

The twins said nothing, staring at the book she was holding out to them, while all the gray held their breath, praying that this gift would please them and that the poor (Y / N) would not suffer a terrible fate. After slowly taking the book, they returned to Michael, pulling on his pants.

           "Daddy, we want her !"

           "Yes, Mommy, please, give her to us !"

The request was unusual, since they had never chosen their nurses, and they had never seemed to care about such details. The gray man who was in charge of watching them restrained himself from sighing with relief, understanding that he was saved, when he had found a drawing of him with his head cut a few days earlier. Unable to deny his beloved sons, and hoping they would keep this girl alive because they had asked for her, Michael agreed.

(Y / N) was a discreet, hardworking gray who had not caught anyone's attention until now, either well or badly. She had always been very neutral, even when she had sold her soul to the devil against... nothing. The Satanist precepts had pleased her, she agreed with the fact that humans were selfish creatures that destroyed the Earth and so had to be destroyed, and by joining the Cooperative, she had only wanted to help, at her best, for this great day to come. Of course, as she was human herself, she was not perfect, she had many sins, mainly greed, envy, pride and greed. A little lust, sometimes, even if she found men, and some women, too stupid and disgusting to satisfy her. Several times she had wanted to touch herself thinking of Master Langdon, but she had restrained herself, going against the rules of Satanism, because she did not think herself worthy to think of him in such circumstances. For anger, she did not see the point of screaming at incompetents, who would not understand anything anyway. And it was out of the question to be lazy, (Y / N) was too proud for that. Her ego was flattered that the master's children had chosen her to be their nanny. Certainly, they were a little rowdy and pranksters, wanting to do what they wanted when they wanted to, but they were the heirs of the Antichrist after all, that seemed normal. She just had to find out how to take them.

The inhabitants of the Sanctuary as the grays were as delighted as disappointed that (Y / N) was still there after a month. A record. Everyone had made bets on when and how she was going to be killed by the two adorable monsters. But they loved her and she loved them too, playing with them whatever they wanted, making cakes for them, reading stories before they slept, and even kissing their foreheads before leaving the room. It was especially that which had shocked Michael when he had surprised her, leaning over the bed of his sons. (Y / N) panicked, thinking she made a mistake.

           "I'm not allowed to ?" she asked. "It's forbidden ? I can't touch them ? I did not know, master, I assure you, I..."

           "No. No... It's just that they do not like being touched normally. Well, when it's not me, and no nurse had ever dared to do that before."

           "Oh, I see. I'll ask them if they want me to stop."

Michael was the most troubled by the situation, not knowing what to think. Of course, he was happy that his sons were in good hands when he was busy. (Y / N) was really charming, the mother he would have liked to have, and she took care of the little cherubs with so much attention and love that one would think they were hers. You just had to see the three of them, sitting on the ground, doing a battle of tickling and kisses. With one hand, she fiddled the belly of one of them, who screamed and cried with laughter, and with the other hand, she held the other, laying pecks on his neck, before exchanging, to be fair. Michael liked to see his boys so joyfuls, but at the same time... they did not seem to miss him. Before, he was the only important person in their world, the only one who loved them, the only one who had their love back. Now, after three months with her, the twins did not seem so eager to see him. They no longer tried to sneak into his office to play under his chair while he was working. They did not cry when sleeping, demanding that he come and tuck them. They grew up, Michael knew it, they became independent and discovered new things. Before loving his Miss Mead, he had loved his grandmother. But, anyway, Michael was jealous of (Y / N). And he did not like that.

           "I'm... fired ?"

           "Not exactly. You do a great job and the boys love you. It's just that I've decided to take a vacation, so you do not have to be here because I'm going to take care of them. When I have to go back to work, I'll call you bac ... if the boys want you, of course. "

           "I understand. I wish you a great holiday with your sons, master."

This stratagem was intended to make his babies forget this intruder, so that they find themselves in family, with their bonds reinforced. According to him, after a few days, they would have already forgotten this girl, preferring the company of their parents. And it seemed to work, as the little boys jumped for joy when he told them he wanted to play with them and he could stay as long as he wanted. He was the master here after all, he did what he wanted. And the Sanctuary was not going to collapse because he had not cared for it for a few weeks. Everything went well when he had to leave for the Outposts and he had full confidence in Miss Mead to handle the problems. This first day of family meeting was magical, full of sweets, laughter, games, until bed time. It was then that Michael realized that his goal was not going to be so easy to reach.

           "Come on, it's time to close your eyes and dream." he said, closing the evening book and kissing them.

           "But... (Y / N) will not come to see us, Daddy ?"

           "Not tonigh."

           "Why not Daddy ?"

           "Why do you care ? I'm here.."

           "She does not love us anymore ?"

The sadness in the blue eyes of his sons broke Michael's heart, who could have gotten what he wanted by saying yes, but who would neither lie to them nor hurt them. He took the little ones in his arms so that they stop shaking.

           "(Y / N) has work to do, that's why she can not be here tonight."

           "Oh, like you, Daddy ?"

           "Yes, my loves."

           "If Mommy and Daddy loves us, then everything is fine."

The only thing that mattered was that his children did not cry and they fell asleep with a smile on their face, so that was probably why Michael only realized a few hours later what they had just said. They had only called him Daddy. And they had called... In denial, he tried to convince himself that it was the fatigue that had made them confused (Y / N) with their mother. But, every subsequent night, the twins claimed her.

           "Daddy, tell Mommy to come !"

           "Please Daddy!"

           "But I am your mother. And your father."

           "Yes, but she is too."

So his worst nightmare had come true. He had been replaced. Well, he was still their father, but a whole part of him, the one who had worn them for months, felt rejected, forgotten, because of a little gray. Michael did his best to hide his tears of rage as he made his way to the servants' dormitories. Without giving any explanation, grunting, he ordered (Y / N) to follow him to his office. Unlike him, she remained calm, composed, as if she knew that this moment was coming.

           "They call you 'Mommy'." he said in a breath, which was almost like a sob.

           "I know. I asked them to not do that, you are their mother."

           "I should kill you ! Tear your bowels, hang you in the middle of the main room, burn you alive !"

           "It's natural. Whatever you decide, I will not resist, you are my master, I am at your command. But promise me to think of the children before you make your decision. I do not think they will hate you if you kill me, they love you, they will always love you no matter what, more than anyone, because you are their father and mother, but even if it does not last long, I do not want my death to be a source of grief for them and a reason to blame you. I will leave if you want, I will go outside and you can tell them that it was my decision, so they will hate me and they will find comfort in your arms. But do not take off all their maternal faces when they need one, I beg you."

The proposal was tempting, the idea was ingenious and that would solve all his problems, but the only thing that Michael saw at that moment was how much (Y / N) was ready to do everything to protect the twins, but also to protect him, who risked losing them because of his jealousy, acting like a fool. He read in her heart that she doubted the children's affection for her, wondering every day if they would not get tired of her like an old toy, but she still loved them, more and more, every day. Slowly, he went around his desk to kneel in front of her, taking her hands. It was only then that she began to tremble.

           "You love my children."

           "I do." she whispered, tears in her eyes.

           "And I know you want me. I've seen your dreams and fantasies. You must be the only person in the Sanctuary who has the most smutty ideas about me, but never masturbate when you think about it."

           "I am nothing. I am not worthy of..."

           "You are the Mommy of my children. So you are not nothing. Tomorrow you will change status, you will not be a gray anymore and you will settle in my room. Does this suit you ?"

As an answer, (Y / N) sneered nervously, making the Antichrist grimace. He was not used to being made fun of, he does not like it, especially when he was being offered a place in his beloved family.

           "Sorry." she apologized, seeing him frown. "It's just that... They said you'd suggest that to me."

           "Ah. These boys are insightful, they must have felt that I was jealous."

           "No... They told me that on the first day. I do not think you or I have a say in this story."

Proving what she had just said, two little blond heads appeared through the doorway, with a small pout, meaning they were annoyed at having been unmasked and feared to be punished for it. Michael motioned them to approach. Heads down, hands in the back, the twins came to stand beside (Y / N).

           "So... you made your decision, without even consulting us ?" Michael asked.

           "Sorry Daddy."

           "Yes, sorry Daddy, do not send Mommy in the nuclear fallout."

How to say no to these two little monsters who looked at him with pleading puppy eyes ? They would have to learn one day that they could not always have what they wanted. Even though Michael thought about it now, he had everything he wanted when he was young, so...

           "Mommy will settle in with us. Satisfied ?"

           "YES !"

           "Then go back to bed !"

They obeyed, but not before (Y / N) gave them their evening kiss. Silence settled in the office, where the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

           "So..." said (Y / N). "And now ?"

           "It's late. We can go to my room to rest... or to fulfill some of these fantasies. I can produce milk without being pregnant, you know ? I can do anything."

           "Interesting... Just ... be careful. I surprised the boys whispering that they wanted a little brother or sister and I think that's their next goal."

Decidedly, after playing the little cupids, his two demons had not finished surprising him. A third would not change much.

[teamkaiforever]

TOGETHER

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader word count : 2 265 summary : reader is sick and kai takes care of her … NOTE : to the anon who requested it : i put a little twist , hope you don’t mind ;) *not my gif ____________________

It’s been almost a year now since Y/N started dating Kai , the powerful vampire witch heretic. They had started dating a little before he had turned and had continued dating after. He was charming , funny , hot as hell , his blue eyes were enough to make her knees go weak and his smile made her heart flutter every time. Kai kept calling her every few hours to check up on her. Y/N had gotten a cold and he had been worried sick about her , even tho every time he called she told him its nothing serious - just a fever and a runny nose… He had gone back to Portland for a few days to take care of some family stuff , pick up some grimoars and such and for some reason he felt  guilty for leaving her alone so he cut his trip short and rushed back to Mystic Falls. She had been sick for a day and a half when he made it back to town , heading straight for her house. Kai opened one of the windows with magic and sneaked inside her house. He took a few steps inside and found her curled up into a ball on the couch wrapped up in her favorite blanket , a cup of tea on the small table and sighed. He hated the fact there was no way to stop this cold she had caught - there was a spell for pretty much everything but not this. Her nose was reddish and her skin burned to the touch , which meant her fever had returned. Last time they talked barely a few hours ago her fever had disappeared. Kai lifted her up gently bringing her towards his chest, the blanket hanging on the side as he carried her to her bed , tucking her in. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she was fighting to wake up ,her hand reaching for his face. “Hey..” she said weakly. “Hey beautiful. How are you feeling?” he asked stroking her cheek gently. “Floaty.” she said trying to get up. “H-how did you get in here ?” Her voice were raspy but still the most beautiful sound he had heard. “Not important. I’ll take care of you OK. You just rest and I promise you , by the end of the day you will feel much better.” Kai said smiling.  "Is there anything I can get you ? Tea ? Tissues ? Another blanket ?“ Y/N smiled. Kai was so caring and loving , it was unreal how no one else got to see this side of him. She tried to focus her vision but the fever wouldn’t let it happen. “No .. no , nothing.” she said curling up into a ball. “You should go.. I don’t want to get you sick too.” “I don’t get sick , remember?” Kai said softly. Y/N hummed an answer , her hand holding his. “Rest up sweetheart.” he said , leaning in kissing her forehead. A few minutes later she drifted off into sleep again. Kai covered her with another blanket and headed towards the kitchen. He was going to make her his special soup. About an hour and later , a loud noise came from Y/N’s room , as if something being knocked over. Kai rushed towards her room only to find the bed empty , her night stand lamp on the ground. Then he heard a sound again , a different sound this time ,  coming from the bathroom , the door semi open. He took a few steps towards it , resting against the wall next to it. “Y/N? Are you OK?” he asked. “Can I come in?” “No. No , don’t. Arhg this is gross…” she wiped a few sweat drops from her forehead. “We haven’t been together long enough for you to see gross.” Then came the sound again. He couldn’t take not knowing what was happening , pushed the door open and saw her sitting by the toilet seat. “I hate being sick.” she muttered. “Go away… I don’t want you to see me like this.” “Now , what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I leave you alone in a moment like this?” he said softly. “Come on , sweetheart. You know me better than that. There is nothing you can say that will make me leave.” Kai sat on the edge of the bathtub , stroking her hair. Y/N looked paler , kind of greenish too. “Uh-oh…” she said , turning towards the toilet again. Kai was fast enough to pull her hair back for her , starring anywhere but at her in this moment. Not because it was gross or anything , he didn’t care about that. No , he just couldn’t watch her like this … suffering. His gaze fell on a small box on the sink , he tried to get a better look at it but in that moment she tried to get up and nearly slipped , his hands catching her in mid air. He helped her wash up and get back to her bed. She sat there bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them , Kai sitting next to her. “Have you been puking the past few days too ?”  he asked. He was starting to get really worried. Colds rarely included puking … more like never , actually. Losing fluids and not having enough food in her system was bad , no wonder she looked so pale. “No , I um … its the first day this had happened.” she said. “Jeez , I legitemately feel better now.” Y/N laughed for a few seconds , laying on the bed and starring at the ceiling. He laughed nervously , taking her hand. “Better enough to come have some of my special soup ?” Y/N’s eyes widened. “You made me your special soup?”  she got up so fast , Kai had to pull her back a little. “Not so fast , princess.” he laughed. Kai knew why she was so excited , his special soup was her favorite. “We don’t want you getting stomach sick again , do we?” “Right.” she nodded and got up slowly , only to be swept off her feet bridal style by Kai. He carried her to the kitchen , slowly letting her feet on the ground so she doesn’t get dizzy. Kai’s special soup was reserved for special occasions and emergencies. She had no clue how he had come up with the recipe , just knew there was something magical about it because somehow it always made things better. “You are the best boyfriend ever !” she said smiling , as he left a bowl with soup in front of her , sitting on the chair next to her. Y/N reached for the spoon but Kai wouldn’t let her. “Kai … I’m sick not a baby.” she said with a pouty face. “I am going to feed you and that’s it.” he said completely ignoring the puppy dog eyes she was giving him. “Awh stop being cute.” Kai winked at her. Y/N rolled her eyes , there was no point in arguing with him - he always got what he wanted. “Waiting for the air plane..” she said laughing. “Hilarious.” he said suppressing a laugh , bringing a spoon full of soup towards her mouth. “It’s not too hot is it?” “It’s absolutely perfect ! Just like you..” she said , reaching for the spoon. “Nah-uh …” Kai said moving the spoon out of her reach. “Don’t make me pin your hands with magic to the chair.” Y/N sighed , there was no way he’d try to do that but she wasn’t in the mood to risk it. Instead she reached for his hand , holding it tightly and looking at him thinking how lucky she was to have him. Most people ran the other way when they saw him , thinking he is this dangerous sociopath … and he was capable of being that , but not with her. Somehow she had reached his heart in a way no one before her had been able to. Spoon by spoon the soup disappeared from the bowl and she started feeling better. “Kai ? Could you bring me my blanket please ?” she asked. “Um , yeah sure… since you asked so nicely.” he winked at her and whooshed towards her room , returning a few seconds later with her blanket , covering her shoulders. He took a few steps away from her , starring at the window for a moment before turning back to her. “Hey , um … whats that ?” he said , holding in his hands the small box  he had found on the sink earlier. “Pregnancy test ? Why … why do you have that?” Y/N’s eyes widened , it had completely slipped her mind he might see this… then again he had been away for 2 days … “I um … I’m late.” she said. “I bought it a few days ago , but then I got sick with that stupid cold and … forgot about it.” Y/N laughed nervously  getting up , taking the few steps separating them , swiftly getting the tiny box from his hands. He looked more nervous than her. “So … so you … haven’t ? Are you ..?” he stared at her , his expression unreadable. He was at a loss for words. Why would she have that ? He was a vampire , he couldn’t procreate … then he remembered a story about the hybrid Klaus and how no one had seen coming him becoming a father. What if him being a witch/vampire hybrid and Y/N being a witch too had the same loophole ? “I’m not cheating , if thats what got you so nervous…” she said taking his hand. “No , of course not.” he said squeezing her hand. “It’s just rooted in my brain , when you are late more than a few days - take a test. It’s why I bought it … I don’t even know why , it’s not like we can - ” Kai lifted her shirt slightly and placed his hand on her stomach. What if … what if it was possible ? Things that seem impossible to regular people happen , specially when it comes to supernatural beings. He smiled nervously. Y/N looked at him with curious eyes … was there something she was missing ? A part of her had been hoping one day she’d become a mother , but she also knew it was impossible to have that with Kai , not that it mattered to her - he was more than enough and they could always adopt a kid. Did he like the idea of becoming a father ? He had never mentioned it … “Take the test.” Kai said reassuringly. “I want to know … What if it’s possible?” “Wait … are you saying that .. that you want this ?” she asked , a nervous smile on her face. Kai leaned in and kissed her in a surprise attack. “You are my family Y/N… I love you with all my heart and soul…  and if there is mini you or me growing inside you it just means …our family will grow.” he said smiling. “What if it’s nature’s loophole like with Klaus Mikaelson and that werewolf girl?” Y/N had expected any other reaction but this one. He wanted this , just as much as she did apparently… if the test came out negative both of them would be crushed. “O-kay. I’ll take the test.” “Could you do it now ?” he asked , smiling nervously. “N-now ?” she stuttered and he nodded. Kai practically pushed her towards the bathroom for her to take the test. He sat by the door waiting for her and like 5 minutes later she opened the door.  Y/N looked sad or shocked - Kai couldn’t tell because her expression changed every few seconds , she was starring at the floor at first , holding the white stick in her hand her  thumb covering the spot where the results show. “W-what … what did it say?” Kai asked with a worried expression. He had been nervous up until the point he had seen her walk out , not looking at him. “Y/N? What did it say ?” Y/N looked up at him smiling and jumped into his arms startling him for a moment , wrapping her legs around his waist. “Loopholes…” she muttered more to herself than to him. She locked eyes with his unable to stop smiling. “Start thinking of baby names , Malachai Parker. You are going to be a father.” “Oh my God !” Kai said smiling , kissing her a second later. “I never thought …” He let her feet down on the ground gently , kneeling in front of her before lifting up her shirt enough to kiss her stomach , his smile never fading away. He got up , wrapped his arms around her and twirled her again , both of them smiling and laughing. “I love you , Y/N !” he said. “I love you , I love you , I love you !” “I love you too Malachai.” she said through laughter , right before Kai kissed her again. He hadn’t realised how much he had wanted this until it had happened and he felt more complete in that moment than ever before.  ____________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017 MASTERLIST MAY 2017 _____________________

[indurarinks]

the mardi gras conundrum

( 6. ) In these lands, time was of the essence. The annual festival of New Orleans, Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday), was nearly knocking on their collective doors, and any postponement to their operation could potentially lead to a disastrous fate; the one outcome Acheron and his horde of unruly Dark-Hunters fought against with every breath taken. As the promise of war brewed in plain sight, every wolf, witch and vampire grew restless. Volatile. Inevitably, the inescapable virus of paranoia spread in effective contamination of the mind, robbing every preternatural of simple common sense. The so-called 'free will' slowly became a myth, the Fates' ultimate karmic punchline. Without reason and lagging functionality of intuition, fear rose to rule and in complete submission to it, New Orleans' inhabitants remained on edge, constantly looking over their shoulders in expectation of Death's final kiss. In the throes of famine, Bonnie and the rest sank their teeth into the flesh of troubling doom that hovered over their heads with twisted glee. Its approach rolling onto them in similar tempo to that of Mardi Gras. At dusk, when the skies blended a plethora of shades in different extravagant intensities, Acheron met with the two of them at Kyrian's. He passed an amused grin at Kyrian when Bonnie joined them in his living room, her appearance still unkempt as she had just woken up. “Hello, Bonnie. Nice to see King Hothead over there hasn't scared you away yet. I trust you're up to full speed?” She nodded, halting by Kyrian's side. Natural morning grumpiness transcribed her state of mind while her fingers, plunged into messy curls, began their mission to tame undisciplined hair. “Yes.” Her voice still raspy from the lack of usage after a pleasant night's sleep. Or, more appropriately, day. She scarcely stayed awake through the entirety of the night. “Alright, kids. We have much to discuss, we must devise a strategy to unite all the factions in New Orleans before Mardi Gras. We don't have the luxury of wasting time. The Oracles have been going on and on about an ancient prophecy that will take place during this year's Mardi Gras.” “Let me guess. It went something like this, 'When the skies turn purple, and the earth bleeds in black, all that is will crack. To kill the great evil you seek, you'll have to find something unique.' Or some shit like that. I really hate Oracles. If I wanted to play mind games, I'd buy a Rubik's cube.” Despite the seriousness of their predicament, Bonnie laughed. He spoke in his own dialect of sarcasm with compelling charm. And she could never resist a man that made her laughter spring free so effortlessly. When both men shifted the direction of their collective gazes, training them on her, she nearly fell unconscious underneath their scrutiny in embarrassing desperation. Zipping her lips, she took reign of their previous conversation, steering into the avenue of seriousness. “I'll talk to Klaus today.” She said simply without foreseeing the storm her words would bring about. Minutes stretched into hours as their discussion took a heated turn. And much to Bonnie's chagrin, neither Dark-Hunter seemed willing to stand by her when she suggested she should be the only one approaching Niklaus Mikaelson. “Absolutely not.” A seething Kyrian interjected with unyielding resolution causing her temper to flare in return. She would have appreciated his concern, even teased him as she practically watched steam coming out of his ears and flared nostrils had it not been for blinding exasperation. With a parent's patience, Acheron brought a suggestion to the table where both committed to a compromise, successfully toning down their legendary bullheadedness. Sporting a smug smile, saturated with sheer satisfaction, Bonnie ventured into the Mikaelson's den. In a move that could only be attributed to a politician well versed in the world of argumentative disputes, Bonnie had conceded to bring Acheron and Nick (shame on Kyrian for submitting to the will of a mere plebeian, a man bred into the intricacies of kingdoms and its politics) to a game to wordplay. Kyrian's tempestuous protests still rang in her ears but victory was, ultimately, hers. Her demeanor darkened when Klaus came into view. Arrogance bled from him in his descent from his private chamber to the foyer. Like royalty. A King. And a fraudulent one at that, since no real blue blood run in his veins. “Bonnie Bennett. What a sight for sore eyes. Every time I see you, you look even more stunning.” Indisputable charisma oozed from every pore without effort or thought. It came as naturally as the dimpled smile he threw at her mercilessly. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I see you find yourself in fine company.” “We need to talk.” The urgency in her voice enough to convince him to take the serious route. “Alone.” The last bit came as a surprise to her escorts. Drenched in that cold water she had just poured over their heads, Acheron vehemently disagreed. “I don't think that's wise, Bonnie. Besides, Kyrian will most certainly go into cardiac arrest when he learns of this. What ever have we done to you, woman? You're single-handedly compromising my ability to procreate. Well, not mine. But definitely Nick's. He will have my balls for this.” “Relax, will you? He's not cutting your appendages. Or Nick's.” Nick Gautier had strangely been quiet through the entire interaction and the looming threat and visualization of the loss of his own body parts. Naturally, he chose the poorest moment to speak up. Leave it to the Cajun to be smart mouthed in the most inappropriate situations. “Mais, you best keep him leashed, cher. I ain't gonna die a virgin!” With a shake of head complemented by wicked amusement dancing in her eyes, Bonnie followed Klaus into his private study. Sitting behind a beautifully mahogany carved desk, he invited her to take a seat before him. “And what is it that has Miss Bonnie Bennett scared enough that she would face one of her enemies?” The light of humour did nothing to ease the sudden trepidation closing in on her. “Let's not do this dance and get straight to the point. I know of the war you wage, Klaus. And it needs to stop. You need to stop it. You have no idea of the devils you are welcoming into your midst if you don't swallow your damn pride. I came here, in good faith, to warn you of a much bigger predator that will easily have you and the Mikaelson clan destroyed along with every other supernatural creature living in New Orleans. For the sake of the city you claim to love so much, I advise you to heed my warning.” Feral rage spurred the beast within. Glowing yellow eyes threatened her in silence, every drop of venom meant to instill the fear of the gods in her but, despite initial apprehension, Bonnie Bennett was not easily scared, especially when the devil was one she had experience dealing with. Features untainted by any traces of the wraith of terror, her back leaned against the cushioned wood from the chair as her hands remained rested upon her knees. “You done?”

Aware of the potentially dangerous predicament she had brought upon herself, her eyebrows rose in curious, slightly condescending, inquiry. But even the devil knew which battles to pick from, and Klaus' mind offered him the memory of Bonnie Bennett standing above him, in her literal and metaphorical superiority —effortless regality bleeding from her, while he lied on the ground, squirming in lifetime's worth of pain. His primal instincts kicked into gear, taming the hungry urge to strike before further onslaught. A rare occurrence for a creature infamous for his beastly tendencies. Then, he stood and offered his hand to her. “Walk with me.” Side by side, the both of them navigated through the busy streets of New Orleans, consumed in somber topic that had brought her here as they threw valid argument after tenacious argument in a power display. Yet Bonnie's main concern never deviated from the city's wellbeing and its inhabitants. “Dammit, Klaus. Can't you see?” Frustration clawed at her, pushing her into the sea of near desperation to will this obstinate creature to recognize the evil lurking about. “This thirst for power will lead you nowhere if everyone is dead. Will you risk your family? I have seen these Daimons up and close and their tactics don't come with failure. They are highly trained and prepared for every scenario. Only these hunters, the Dark-Hunters, have the skills to fight them! You can't be this stupidly blind.” With a grunt, her foot slapped the ground beneath it as she folded her arms in supplicant comprehension. “At least say you'll attend this meeting the guys and I are organizing. If coalition between every faction fails, I'm afraid you're all condemned to a dark fate. Myself included, since I've stumbled into this.” Klaus' hybrid nature fed him with the same strange sense of obligation radiating off of the little witch, adamantly bewitching into agreeing to her terms. A newfound appreciation for the woman came into being, ancient wisdom complimented her every word as she presented her case. But he had another to worry about —his unborn child. A creature wrapped in innocence, unprepared for the vile world that would welcome him/her. And like any wolf expecting a cub, the urge to protect his offspring rose above any and all other priorities. In blinding urgency. He recognized the peril behind the loss of sight for other matters. “I hear you, Miss Bennett. But there is one thing that has escaped your knowledge. Hayley Marshall is carrying my child.” The drop of that bomb silenced her as every thread of thought forced itself into conjuring all explanations that could verify his claim. And as a Nature's servant, keeper of the power's balance, there was only one interpretation left. “You're innately a wolf. And wolves can procreate...” She mumbled, half awed, half terrified of the meaning behind the creation of this particular Nature's loophole. “It seems that is the most acceptable and valid explanation for this special child.” And for the first time, Bonnie understood. Her own drive to protect her loved ones brought her into dark roads more often than she could count. How could she judge a father for his instinct to protect his child? Even if blinded and imprisoned by paranoia's hands? Shit. No. Double shit. If she had doubts about her ability to convince him before, she definitely wasn't going to succeed now. “And these creatures you speak of are the least of my concerns for the time being, dearest Bonnie. There is one foe who lurks, her eyes set on my child. And I will not have her take my child from our arms over a bargain made thousands of years ago by my foolish mother.” Their escape from the Mikaelson's compound had been, without a doubt, monitored by the ever enigmatic Acheron Parthenopaeus who stood at the main entrance, large arms crossed over his chest. His eyes hidden behind the impenetrable black of unremovable sunglasses, he reminded her of a professional body guard whose job forbid any form of entertainment or exhibition of emotions. The ghost-like fury she sensed didn't rise from unfounded assumption though. It embraced her in a hold that nearly drove her to hide behind Rebekah as she joined the assembled group, flaunting a radiance that reflected the beams of sunlight kissing beautiful tresses that fell over her shoulders with elegant fashion. The two of them found themselves surrounded by Bonnie's chosen companions and Klaus' most trusted siblings. Elijah followed Rebekah with a very pregnant Hayley trailing behind him. Finally, another ventured toward their group, her gait unsteady as if testing the waters on whether she would be welcomed or not. Bonnie grew curious of her but the sight of Hayley's extended belly robbed her focus from the newcomer to the child unborn. “Holy gods. It is true...” Words fell in whispering tones, surprising herself and those who guarded the newest addiction to their family. Nick scratched the back of his head, awkwardly. Acheron studied the scene unfolding before him. And Bonnie ran her fingers through her hair, to hide the minor tremble she felt brewing. “Klaus, I—. . .” He interrupted her. “I will put into consideration your warnings and worries, give it some thought and send you word on my final decision.” The proposition hadn't been the one she was looking for initially but the scales had undergone dramatic change. And for the time being, Bonnie and the others found their hands tied on the Mikaelson's end. Now, to bring the wolves and witches to the table, Bonnie held the belief it wouldn't be as tough of a task. With subtle inclination of her head, silent agreement exchanged between the two as Bonnie bid the whole of the Mikaelson clan adieu before vacating the premises with both Nick and Acheron guarding her flanks. Negotiations stretched time from just several days to a few weeks, culminating in a couple of months. Witches, stubborn in spirit, refused to sit with the wolf and vampire respective brethren. Vampires clung to their vanity and greed for power and dominion over those they believed to be the lesser beings. And wolves thought only of their pride and animal-like characteristics that differentiated them from humanity's infections, schemes bred from purest evil as jealousy and unchanging greed fomented such deviations from the righteous path. Bonnie's fist grazed Kyrian's cheek. “Unpredictability is your biggest ally in a fight. Daimons are quick studies, your tactic must be one ever-changing.” Beads of sweat trickled down from all over her body. Forehead, neck, chest, back. His gaze trained on a particular droplet rolling down into the obscurity of the valley of her breasts, the trained warrior licked his lips subconsciously. Her heart strained to even its rhythm but to no avail. Confined to Kyrian's gymnasium, the both of them danced around one another in a game of opportunity and educational battle skills that she implored he taught her. Their routine had begun weeks prior when she stumbled into him training by himself. “Watch your left flank, Bonnie. Remember to stay alert at all times. Maintain your body weight balanced between your feet, you don't want to lose it as an enemy collides with you.” She nodded, taking note of every piece of advice, criticism. The ancient Commander taunted his disciple with methodically delivered blows that had her stretching, bending and maneuvering her body to his heart's content. And cock's. He just couldn't contain his insatiable hunger for a taste of exotic flesh that promised heavenly pleasure. But shame refused to take residence in him. Tugging two wooden practice swords off the wall, he quickly tossed one her way to commence their next round of physical sparring. The plan was simple. First, he would indulge her in a match of clashing swords, bringing added stamina into their combat to drain her faster. “What did Rosa put in your breakfast today?” Bonnie asked with a grunt whilst struggling to deflect every blow dealt. Inwardly, he smirked. For him, magic exuded from her dance of spontaneous movements that brought the wood of her practice sword into collision with his. Natural twirls guided her lithe body, her arms floating with regal grace as she lifted her weapon for her defense. But she didn't stop there. Bonnie Bennett held the stance of a warrior bred in long abandoned ranks of old war soldiers. When opportunity presented its hand to her, there was no hesitation to take it. Her attack was a thing of lethal beauty. But Kyrian hid a few tricks up his sleeve. Years past in the battlefields of political and territorial wars had educated him on the dirtiest manoeuvres only veteran soldiers specialized in. She didn't even see it coming. And with inhuman speed, he rolled his dice and played his cards. The right ones. No mistakes allowed. Nurturing her confidence, it wasn't too long until her tactic painted strokes of enthusiastic boldness in the canvas of momentary exhilaration. In the midst of her euphoric victory, as she gained advantage over her worthy opponent, the old dog of war bared his teeth in playful revelation of his trickery. With a single blow, dealt with impeccable precision, bleeding the authority a Commander was expected to, his sword brought loss of her equilibrium. She stumbled to the padded floor, landing on her back. He followed, not even a heartbeat later. The crooked grin on his lips brought a smile to hers as he hovered over her, both drenched in sweat. Accommodating his body to female curves, Kyrian rarely shied away from burning desires. Through his shorts, his erection spiked Bonnie's own lustful cravings. As her heart sped up into violent tempo, the flames of infernal hunger lick her soul in simultaneous guidance of her hands as fingers fondle that tawny skin that she swore was made to be licked, every inch tasted. This dance between them had its birth early on. From the very beginning, both gravitated toward one another, drowning in a river of lust neither could quite comprehend. It drove them to madness boulevard with its scorching want, a desire left incomplete in the hands of initial attraction. But completion slapped the both of them with soulful stirrings in the graveyard of pieces of broken hearts. His kiss came without surprise. It had been long since they last walked on eggshells around each other, and familiarized with the presence of the other, new routines stumbled into their days. Silent affections exchanged. Ardently, soft lips secured hers in passionate resonance of a forbidden affair. Time, much like everything else, faded and lost meaning. The world shrank until only the two of them remained. Bonnie's lungs soon ached from prolonged denial of air, compelling her to drive the frigidity of space between their mouths. Gaze unfocused, inebriation clung to them as she found herself floating in the male scent of him. Her lips parted, drawing air into her body. One single thought haunted her. The last of her defenses crumbled beneath the weight of his gaze's intensity, it was too late when realization dropped a bucket of cold reality over her head. And her secret was no more. “I love you.”