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heretofuckthevillain · 3 years ago

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Alfie Solomons x reader smutfest

Ayyyy my first time writing smut cheeeeeck honestly don’t know what I’ll do if this flops I haven’t put this much effort into anything since high school major projects lol please let me know what you think.

Summary: you’re a Shelby sister, forbidden love, that kind of thing

Warnings: 18+ mentions of alcohol and abusive husband (nothing graphic) lots of smut, no character consistency only sexy time, swearing, ahhh fingering, handjob, fucking, it’s 2am I can’t remember what you call it when you belittle someone in a sexual way sorry, sexy bruising, unprotected sex and cumming inside, cockwarming yum yum, puss eating but not much, just now realising I forgot the blowjob scene fuck my life there will be a part two solely for blowjob and pussy eating scene

Word count: 4,000

Sidenote you have to scroll so far through Alfie gifs on this website to get to mr Solomons depressing that it’s saturated with Emily in Paris Alfie not that he isn’t super hot I would just never watch Emily in Paris. Second side note I’ve been writing this for so long that I’m not even attracted to this fucking man anymore lord give me strength and don’t let this flop

The cold night air sweeps across your exposed skin, making you shiver. Grumbling to yourself, you pull your fur coat tighter around your silk nightgown as you make your way through the empty city streets.

There hadn’t been time to dress properly for the weather as you hurried to escape the wrath of your husband, who stumbled in drunk again, trashing the place and not letting you rest. You couldn’t deal with the drama of trying to stop him, and he wouldn’t even notice you were gone. Growing up in the Shelby family was hell, and you’d taken the first chance you could to get away from their influence. You thought you’d be free to live as you pleased in London, but had ended up with more of the same, a violent drunken husband who made your life even more miserable than you had been in Birmingham.

Sighing heavily you take a drag from your cigarette. You look a dishevelled mess and you know there are probably plenty of people who want you dead around these parts, but you’re too exhausted to care. You roam the city, slowly despite your desperate state, praying for a way out of the hell your life had become. The quiet peace of the empty streets at night is all you crave, and apparently you’re not the only one.

You stop for a moment by the edge of the river, gazing down at the moons reflection rippling slightly in the breeze. Consumed by the peaceful scene, you let your guard down and failed to notice the man sitting on the front steps of the house behind you.

“Evenin’, Miss Shelby.”

The voice startled you and you jumped slightly, preparing for imminent danger. Instead your eyes fell upon Alfie Solomons. Fuck. The sight of him sent a chill through your whole body.

Your paths had crossed a few times back when the Shelby Company first expanded into London. You’d been more involved in the business back then, and the sexual tension that hit the first time your eyes met had been excruciating. Everyone else remained seemingly unaware, but the air in the room turned hot and thick and by the end of the painstaking hour of negotiations it was almost suffocating. You quite fancied staying alive and therefore never acted on it, but you can’t deny you hadn’t been woken up many nights by dreams of his hands all over you and his huge body pressing down on top of you.

“Oh.” You let out a shaky breath. “Hello Alfie.”

He leans back against the steps, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth as his eyes raking up and down your frame shamelessly. “You walk all this way just to see me?”

You blush at the realisation that you’ve just showed up to Alfie Solomons front door a barely dressed mess. In your dazed state you’re on the back foot. The events of the night were finally starting to hit you and you struggle to form a coherent thought as your mind spirals.

“Oh I-“. You cursed yourself for stumbling over your words. “I didn’t know this was where you...“ Your voice shaking as you gesture to Alfie’s house. The look on his face is one of smug amusement. Fucking male arrogance making him think you’d walked all this way in your sexy pyjamas for him. Given the situation, you knew there was no convincing him otherwise.

You sigh, exhausted, and roll your eyes. The last thing you need is another egotistical violent man trying to manipulate everything you do and say. Giving up on your weak attempts at excuses, you speak as calmly as you can manage. “I just needed some air.”

Alfie gazed at you intently as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes studying every part of you from your lack of proper clothing to your messed up hair and tired face. His expression had softened at your change in demeanour. There was concern, and curiosity, he was trying to figure you out. Above all though, that same look he’d given you as he shook your hand when leaving Tommy’s office. The look that made your whole body weak and aching for him. That damn tension was pressing down heavily, an unbearably intoxicating hum.

“These streets aren’t safe for you this time of night ya know”.

Was that a threat? You don’t bother to keep up with the ever-changing alliances these days, and right now you were too tired to care. You sigh again, looking away from him to lean over the stone wall of the rivers edge, jealousy coursing through you at the sight of the calmly flowing water.

“Yeah, well. Where is.”

His eyes remained fixed on you, brow furrowing slightly at the bitterness in your voice. You both sit in the silence for a minute or so as he weighs his next words.

“You need a place to stay tonight, sweetheart?”

You turned back to him, eyes narrowed as you tried to work out the intent behind his offer. His voice sounded kind above all else, but the sexual tension was growing heavier by the second and besides, you knew better than to trust a man that Tommy had likely pissed off five times in the last week.

“You really think I’m stupid enough to walk into the house of someone who more than likely wants me dead?”

Your voice was strong and confident, but the stubborn pull of him was weakening your resolve fast. God, your whole body was aching for him, begging him to give you one good reason, hell, any reason at all to abandon all common sense and self respect and let him have his way with you all night.

Alfie just shrugs. “You’re standing here talking to me aren’t you?”

Your tired attempts at maintaining your cold demeanour fail and you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re a right cunt, you know that Alfie?”

His face breaks into an amused smile. “That I am, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes. “Not everything’s about business though, you see, and quite frankly dragging a lady of your magnificence into the petty dealings of men is not my style. I would never insult you in such a way.”

Geez, the cunt really knows how to turn it on.

“Besides, are you really gonna try and deny this thing we’ve got goin on between us?”

“This thing we’ve got going on?” You asked incredulously.

“Mm. Yes ma’am. I’ve been thinkin bout you, you know.” He takes another drag, eyes never leaving you. “Quite a lot, actually.”

The tension had gotten to the point where you felt quite dizzy, and the way he said those words as he basically undressed you with his eyes had your pussy aching. Ah, fuck it, you’d thought. It was either this or continue on with your hellish sexless existence, might as well risk your life for the chance of good dick.

Sighing, you shrug. “Eh why not”, the look of surprise on his face following you as you pass him and walk inside.

You’d honestly expected him to pounce on you as soon as he had you inside, so when he leaves you sitting on the edge of his desk to go get you some warmer clothes, you’re genuinely taken aback. Is he being respectful or losing his nerve? You hadn’t thought him possible of either. And it definitely isn’t what you need from him now either.

As he turns to walk away you decide it’s now or never.

“Alfie.”

He pauses by the door and turns back to face you.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why don’t you forget the clothes and get over here so I can thank you for your hospitality?”

There’s a slight pause. “Well, I, uh-“ He clears his throat. You can’t believe you’re actually making Alfie Solomons nervous. The power rushing through you threatens to spill over in dangerous was. “I can assure you no thanks is necessary, my dear”.

You lean back on the table and smirk at him. “Perhaps it’s not necessary”. You slowly spread your legs apart, allowing your silk dress to ride up high on your thighs, exposing your dampened underwear. “But I don’t think you’ll want to miss out on it. You may never get the chance again.”

Alfie swallows thickly, but doesn’t waste any time in striding over to you. He presses his already hardened groin against yours and places his large rough hands on your thighs, gripping them as his thumbs massaged your inner thighs, making your core throb harder by the second. You fight the urge to groan at the sensations you’ve been dreaming of for years, desperate for more.

“What exactly did you have in mind Miss Shelby?” His face hovering mere kilometres away from yours, eyes flicking hungrily between yours and your lips.

“Everything you’ve ever thought about doing to me, Mr Solomons. No more. No less.”

He closes his eyes, looking almost pained with desire at your words, but recovers quickly with a dark chuckle.

“I’m afraid if we attempted it all now sweetheart, neither of us would would be likely to survive the night.”

You run your hands up his chest and rest them on his face, caressing his cheeks and smirking condescendingly. “Well darling why don’t you just give me your best shot for tonight and if I’m satisfied I might just come back to see what else you have to offer”.

Your teasing seems to have worked as Alfie’s eyes darken and he grips your hips harshly, pulling your body into his. He kisses you roughly, his tongue immediately forcing its way into your mouth as if to shut you up.

God, finally. You’ve waited long enough for this man to use you as he likes.

His hands slide up inside your dress to feel the top of you underwear while he grinds himself harder into you. He slides his hand into your panties and lightly presses a finger into your wet folds, teasingly testing your reaction. It’s almost pathetic the way you groan into his mouth and buck your hips in an attempt to feel more of him.

He chuckles darkly and bites your bottom lip, pulling it slightly before releasing to rest his forehead against yours. “Mmmm look at you, Miss Shelby. I’ve barely touched you and you’re a dripping mess aren’t you, hm? Practically begging for me.”

He slowly rubs two fingers against your clit, eyes remaining locked to yours as you tighten your grip on his shirt, struggling to keep your cool. He smirks lightly and moves his fingers down to your hole, feeling the slick flowing out of you and rubbing it back up, circling your clit and add more pressure.

“Ohhh god” You close your eyes and lean your head back, overwhelmed.

He watches you intently, getting harder by the second as he feels your pussy getting wetter for him, and your face contort in pleasure.

He leans in to nuzzle his face in your neck. “Mmm I’ve been dreaming about making you feel good. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, sweetheart.” You clench your thighs as his fingers slide through your folds to gently and deeply fuck your hole. You groan and grip his hair, bucking your hips into him, riding his fingers desperately, overwhelmed by his words, his fingers stretching you out, and his stubble and lips brushing against your neck, your ear, your jaw.

Needing more, you grab the hem of his pants and pull him closer, you lock your thighs around the back of his, trapping him as close to you as possible. His hand tightens on the back of your thigh and fucks you harder with his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb and sucking your neck and collarbone harshly as you palm him through his pants.

You fiddle with the button on his pants and manage to undo it, desperately reaching in to pull him free from his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick hard veiny cock, already leaking from the tip. You take it in both hands, thumb rubbing lightly over the tip, spreading the precum over the head, and massaging up and down his huge length.

You reach down to knead his balls and Alfie’s fingers still inside you as he groans into your neck, biting down onto your collarbone. He moans and pulls away, his fingers sliding out of you causing you to whimper at the empty feeling.

You guide his dick lengthways through your folds, grinding against it and massaging the other side with your hand. His hands grip the backs of your thighs, harder and harder until you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. The thought only makes your pussy ache more. You angle the tip of his cock and rub it against your clit, down through your folds to tease your hole and back up again.

You tilt your head to rest your lips against his ear. “I’ve been dreaming about you too, Alfie.”

His breathing is rapid now, his broad chest rising and falling heavily against you.

“I’ve been dreaming about how your cock would feel buried deep inside me.”

He raises his hand, slick from your juices and grips the sides of your neck gently but firmly, and you suck in a deep breath.

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

Your breath catches. “Yes.”

“Want me to fuck you like the fucking slut you are? Hm?”

His face is hovering bare milimietres from yours, your noses brushing slightly as you try to lean forward to meet his lips. He grips your neck tighter and holds you in place.

“Answer me sweetheart.”

“God. Yes Alfie please, please fuck me.”

Alfie smirks but loosens his grip on your neck and leans in to kiss you passionately. The tip of his cock presses lightly into the entrance of your hole, making you clench your thighs and try to close them. He grips them harder and pushes them open, and slowly slides his length into you, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

You’re both moaning into each other’s mouths as he bottoms out inside of you, pausing for a second as you both adjust. He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, harder this time, and you throw your hands around his neck, sliding them down his shirt to grip his bare back.

He starts fucking you faster and harder and your legs lock tighter around his waist, sucking him in closer with every thrust.

He grabs your butt, pulling you impossibly closer, his cock ploughing deeper and deeper as he fucks you like a man starved. The tip of his dick grazes your g-spot, and you cry out, clenching your thighs around him and digging your nails into his back.

“Oh GOD Alfie right there, FUCK please don’t stop!”

He groans louder than ever into your ear, his voice hoarse and ragged. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

Unable to answer, you simply moan into his neck, the feeling of his cock grazing your g-spot and his balls slapping against you sending unbearable pleasure through your body.

Seemingly wanting to torture you further, Alfie brings his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“AHHHHHHHH yes Alfie m’gonna come so hard oh GOD PLEASE”

It only takes a few seconds before the feeling in your core builds to breaking point and you’re holding onto Alfie for dear life, your body clenching around him desperately, nails breaking through flesh on his back, moaning into his chest as your bite down into his skin, your vision fading out as you think you might collapse.

You’re vaguely aware of two strong arms wrapping around your limp body and holding you close to his chest as his lips graze your ear, mumbling incoherent words.

As you regain full consciousness you hear him whispering “good girl, you did so good baby,” as he runs his fingers soothingly through your hair and softly kisses your ear and neck.

“You okay darling?”

“Mmmm’so good Alfie”

You feel his body tense around you slightly as your throbbing pussy clenches around his still hard cock inside of you. You shakily pull yourself off his chest and lean up to kiss him deeply.

“Alfie baby please keep going, I want to get you off.”

He moans into your mouth. “Are you sure sweetheart?”

You move your lips to his ear and suck on his skin, clenching your pussy around him with every word. “Alfie. Use me like a ragdoll.”

“Fuck me” he groans, fingers digging into the skin on the sides of your ribs. “I knew you were a dumb fucking slut.”

He picks you and carries you across the room, throwing you face down onto his bed. He kneels behind you grabs your ass, squeezing the soft skin and spreading your cheeks. He grips your hips and forces them up towards him, sliding your dress up to give him a full view of your dripping folds and aching hole. Running his fingers down through to your clit, he watches as you twitch and whimper in your sensitive state. He presses two fingers into you, making a squelching sound as you suck him in.

“Still so desperate for me to fill you up, aren’t you?” He chuckles darkly before sucking his fingers dry and moaning contently. His hands grab your butt roughly and he leans his face down, breathing out onto your pussy and making you cry out and grip his sheets in your fists. His tongue dips into your hole, swirling around the muscles at your entrance before licking down to sick harshly on your clit.

“Mmmm fuuuuck Alfie”

“I’ve been dying to taste you, Miss Shelby, to watch you come undone in my mouth. I guess that will have to wait seeing as you want me to, what was it? Use you like a ragdoll?” He chuckles to himself. “Such a filthy fucking whore aren’t you?”

You groan into the mattress, already aching to go again to the point of desperation. “Alfie pleeease fuck me.” You’re whining at this point, way past caring how much of a brat you sound like.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that sweetheart, I plan to.” Alfie grips your hips harder and lifts you off the bed, slowly dragging your soaking pussy up and down the length of his throbbing cock. Your face is forced deeper into the bed and you moan incoherent words, overwhelmed with the satisfaction of being dragged and used to Alfie’s will.

“I could get off just watching you like this sweetheart.”

You feel the head of his cock pushing into you, slowly stretching and filling you up once more. There are no thoughts left in your head, only the feeling of the veins in his dick dragging against your walls, of his huge hands digging into your ass hard enough to leave deep bruising, of his heavy balls slamming against your ass as he starts driving into your faster and harder by the second, and of his animalistic groans as your velvety walls suck him in and clench around him.

“Mmmmffhmmm Alfie fffufuuckkc”

“What’s that ? Use your big girl words baby”

You try to answer but all that comes out is a muffled scream as he hits your g-spot once more.

“C’mere” Alfie leans forward to wrap his hand around the front of your neck, pulling you up by your throat so your body is upright against his. His free hand moves to hold your belly, his mouth in your neck as he sucks and bites your skin.

He takes your hand and holds it over your stomach, making you feel his bulge pushing out against your skin. “Mmm feel how fucking deep I am inside you baby? You like it when I fill you up?”

Your voice shakes between your rapid breathing. “Yes Alfie, you fill me up so good, love being full of you”

Alfie tightens his grip on your neck slightly, and moved his hand to rub circles on your clit. “You gonna come for me again sweetheart?”

“Yes Alfie” Your answer is barely a whisper as you struggle to take in air on top of the overwhelming sensations of his cock driving into you and his fingers bringing you close and closer to the edge.

The knot in your stomach tightens and you throw your head back to rest on his shoulder.

Closing your eyes, your consciousness fades by the second. “M’close Alfie, so close” you barely manage to get the words out as your high takes you over, your desperate moaning vocalised as Alfie releases his hand from your throat, and waves of intense pleasure coarse through you, better than ever before.

Rather than holding you through this time, Alfie throws you back down on the bed and continues thrusting into you as he chases his own release. An attempt to turn around to look at him is thwarted as he shoves the back of your head down into the covers, and holds onto your shoulders, pounding into you madly.

You give up gladly and collapse into the bed, any thought of holding yourself up long gone. The feeling of your walls twitching and clenching around him send him over the edge, his thrusts become frantic and staggered, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head, his own head burying into your neck as his dick buries balls deep inside you and stills with a heavy groan, and you feel his warm juices covering your inner walls.

Alfie collapses on top of you, the feeling of his huge warm body welcome in your fragile state. You grind your ass slightly against him as you milk his cock for every last drop, and he moans into your neck, kissing your skin lazily and running his hands up and down your sides, as you both come down, exhausted.

“Alright, my love?” He voice is hoarse and tired, muffled by your hair and neck.

You turn your head to look at him, smiling sleepily as he kisses your lips gently. “So good Alfie. So good.”

He turns on his side and pulls you in, back to his chest, his cock still throbbing slightly inside you.

“Mind keeping me warm for a bit, sweetheart?”

“Mmmm please”

He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing you gently, your legs intertwined.

“So did I do well enough to get you back here for round two darling?”

Smiling at his words you hold his hand and relax into him. You’re already drifting off to sleep but manage to mumble a reply.

“If I’m ever able to walk again Alfie you’ll be the first to know.”

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sablelab · 4 years ago

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Covert Operations - Chapter 131

SYNOPSIS: Jamie and Claire’s feelings for each other have only grown stronger as they rediscover their love.

Chapter 130(S) and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

THANK YOU to everyone who has been reading or who have just discovered this story. My thanks to you all for the great comments in words and emojis last week. They were fun. Also, a special shout out to all who reblog my story onto their blogs. This is most appreciated for the exposure of Covert Operations and I am grateful to you all.

I hope you enjoy this next chapter which is suggestive in content.

CHAPTER 131 (S)

No sooner had they entered their bedroom than Jamie lowered Claire to the ground and wrapped his arms around her while she did likewise. With laughing eyes, that turned heated in a heartbeat and with a little smirk bowing his mouth, he leaned in close to her face his eyes intent on her glorious, kissable mouth. Subconsciously Claire licked her lips in anticipation of what delectable dessert that her lover had in mind whether on the bed or the floor … she really didn’t care, all she wanted was him. Jamie in turn watched spellbound as her tongue appeared from out of her mouth, erotically tasting her lips as if in anticipation of savouring some tasty morsel.

Shivering in anticipation of the eventual joining of mouths she could not draw her eyes from her love’s intense scrutiny as she captured her bottom lip in her teeth sensually biting her flesh as if she was just waiting for Jamie to taste her. Tentatively Claire raised her fingertip to his jaw skimming it lightly over the indentation on his chin before trailing it up to touch the source of her attention. Jamie’s mouth opened slightly to give her entry then his tongue lathed the delicate digit before suckling it further into his mouth. Claire could not take her eyes from her love and he watched her like a hawk eyeing its prey as she withdrew her fingertip and placed it to her own mouth. “You taste … good … so good,” she uttered as she provocatively licked her finger as if she was relishing the sweet taste of frosting on a cupcake.

James Fraser leaned towards Claire Beauchamp like a predator in pursuit of his quarry, but his lips just hovered tantalizingly over hers as his warm breath gently fanned her mouth. He teased her senses with his intent as if to deliberately keep her in a state of anticipation, so she pushed her lips enticingly closer to his when Jamie did not touch her mouth. She wanted to taste his lips and savour the dessert that was promised. Licking his lips knowing that he was on the brink of tasting her essence, he gently brushed Claire’s lips just connecting and nothing more until she sighed in agony at his torturous ploy. Closing his eyes, Jamie too sighed before opening them to watch her reaction to his teasing. She leaned back in his arms smiling into his eyes while he pressed her buttocks tightly up against him.

“Now, for … yer dessert course Sassenach,” he managed to say as his lips finally caressed hers, nipping and withdrawing in tempting forays, before parrying again and again for more of her glorious taste.

Claire snaked her arms around her love’s neck. Her fingers automatically started to tangle in the wayward curls that she loved to run her fingers through at the nape of his neck as she returned his embrace.

“Yum! …”

Sighing, she pressed her lips to his as they locked temptingly with hers. Jamie’s lips opened slightly and Claire felt his tongue lightly touch her own. She closed her eyes in the sheer bliss of his scrumptious and devilishly delectable taste as his tongue explored.

“Mmmm…!” She moaned as a seeking tongue licked and tempted her tongue to reciprocate his decadent swirls inside her mouth.

Jamie moved his body closer and closer to Claire’s until it was aligned … flush … skin to skin and sensuously rubbed his torso against hers. His lips repeatedly retreated and then returned to gently bite her soft flesh, savouring her taste again and again as if he was relishing every sinful mouthful. Nibbling on her bottom lip Jamie gently drew it into his mouth and captured it with his lips lightly scraping his teeth over the moist fleshy morsel. He let go of her lip and returned to nibble at her upper one, repeating the process before deepening the kiss with a ravenous hunger for more. His hands cupped Claire’s head and his fingers entwined in her brown tresses as he brought her mouth level to his own. Holding her more tightly he devoured her mouth as if it was forbidden fruit denied human consumption.

”Ye’re mine mo nighean donn.” Jamie sighed into her mouth. “Mine, now and forever.”

As he kissed her hungrily, his talented tongue entered the sweetness of her mouth once more, signalling that there was absolutely no way she could mistake what he had planned for her tonight. Words were inadequate to vocalize what they were feeling. Both of their bodies were experiencing the involuntary heightened state of sexual arousal. Claire’s breathing was shallow, her breasts ached, her nerve endings were humming. Jamie’s body too was beginning to betray changes occurring for she could feel his body swell against her own.

Sighing, Claire stretched her frame lazily against his body relishing in her love’s rapidly developing excitement. Feeling Jamie’s erection swelling between her legs, she pushed her body more wantonly to his and began rubbing up against him. Similarly, Jamie pressed his groin harder to her warmth imitating her actions and returning with some of his own. Her aroused body reacted to his caresses, and Claire sighed in supplication for it felt as if molten ice cream had pooled in her nether region. She was hot and sticky. Jamie’s heat melted her resolve and she felt the changes to her body centering particularly where he’d feasted many times before for a wake-up breakfast. Her body went limp and her knees began to buckle under, but before Claire slid to the floor in a puddle of feelings Jamie's hands lowered to her buttocks and pressed her closer to his hardened bulge. He could never get enough of her sustenance for Claire Beauchamp was his cornucopia of life and he craved her warmth, her taste, her essence. “Cl-aire …” The husky sound of her name echoed in her ears as she floated away at his touch.

“I want the rest of my dessert James Fraser,” she answered with a shameless tone in her voice.

"And ye shall have it Sassenach,” he whispered into her ear, the warm breath of his announcement doing funny things to her insides.

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Jamie’s words were music to Claire’s ears and she could feel the smile in his kiss as he placed his soft, talented lips to her lobe.

“I can’t wait …” she replied happily, leaning her head against his shoulder and smiling from ear to ear.

“Neither canna I,” he replied moving a hand from her back and beginning to let it trail down her side loving the warm sensation of her skin beneath the soft fabric of her clothes.

His fingers searched and found an opening and Jamie inserted his fingers underneath her top to the feel of her velvety soft, naked flesh. Claire moaned as his touch ignited all those past memories of his tactile exploration of her skin. Raising his head up Jamie inhaled the sweet aroma of the pheromones emitting from her body. He breathed in at her neck, loving the intoxicating scent of her skin, and placed a small kiss to the underside of Claire’s throat.

"Oh, my," she moaned gutturally rapidly losing all her senses to this man.

Their eyes held as Jamie ran his hand through her hair and trailed the backs of his fingers down the side of her face while Claire rubbed her head against his hand wanting his touch. Knowing that his Sassenach desired him as much as he desired her made a fierce, overwhelming need rise in him. Jamie had a desperate desire to hold her in his arms and make love with the woman he adored as he tasted all the secret treasures of her body. His heightened need to taste his love in ways that would please them both was tantamount in his mind.

They could each savour dessert from each other and James Fraser fully intended to take his Sassenach to the heights of ecstasy. They both needed sexual healing after the abuse at the monastery to become whole again and know that together they were invincible and impervious to those who would try and hurt them or tear them apart.

“I want ye, Claire. I want ye so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will ye have me?”

Her reply was a throaty … “Yes … Yes, I'll have you.”

Jamie began to kiss his love’s lips once more. He was gentle, tasting them with his tongue before nipping very lightly at them but his tenderness underlined his burning desire for his woman. He could taste the residue of the wine they had drunk at dinner and he was intoxicated once again by how powerful an aphrodisiac her lips were. He tasted Claire’s mouth like it was a delectable delicacy savouring every mouthful. Once consumed there was that urge to take another bite, another nibble, hoping each time that this one last bite would be enough, but it never was. Holding her face in his hands, his mouth began to possess hers. Claire whimpered and opened her lips to him, allowing Jamie to enter her mouth searching deep within in a kiss that overwhelmed her senses, while he was already hard against her throbbing in need.

Whimpers turned to keening groans and putting her hand behind his head, Claire held him to her as Jamie devoured and plundered her mouth. They kissed each other with a desire which only increased their passion for one another. Reluctantly, however, he broke from their caress and lightly bit her bottom lip, still looking at his love as if he would consume her then and there. Jamie’s breathing was ragged and when their eyes met, she too was breathless from his embrace.

"Tell me to stop, Sassenach. If ye dinna, I'll ravish ye."

He was giving her a last chance to back away but Claire’s hands were like talons on his shoulders.

"James Fraser, if you stop now, I'll hurt you."

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Realizing that she meant what she’d said, Jamie started to speak again but Claire ran her hands into his hair pulling him back into a demanding kiss, ravishing his mouth. He groaned through it as his Sassenach took the initiative and reciprocated some dessert for him.

Her eyes were smoking with desire and she took his mouth again, possessing it fiercely. Jamie uttered another guttural growl that seemed to arise from the depths of his soul as his woman tempted him with her own recipe for dessert. Their kisses were spiralling out of control as Claire became the aggressor asserting dominance over him. Their passionate actions were steadily becoming wild and uncontrolled and they would soon pass the point of no return. When his love touched him intimately on his groin, Jamie knew unreservedly that her actions were threatening to his sanity. His mind was filled with the erotic things he wanted to do to his Sassenach for his helping of dessert and no doubt similar thoughts were in her mind as well. He wondered if they would ever survive this dessert course if their actions so far were any indication.

Dragging her lips away from the heat of their kiss Claire exhaled deeply. Her eyes were dark with passion and she tried to focus them on Jamie’s face but she got no further than his mouth. The taste of James Fraser was more dessert than she could want. Provocatively parting her mouth, she ran her tongue over her lips as if to relish the honeyed taste of Jamie’s kiss. He had promised her dessert and he was delivering on his promise. Her teeth then grazed his lip in little buttery kisses that he could not resist as she gently pushed him down towards the bed. Jamie was enthralled by her boldness.

"Damn the consequences then Sassenach," he groaned hoarsely as he leaned up for a quick kiss, trying to hide the grimace that threatened to alarm her because of her actions.

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Claire began to tease him repeatedly as she ran her hand slowly up and down Jamie’s torso, but he shuddered when he felt the lightest of contact of her fingers to where he’d been injured. However, feeling him wince and recognising his laboured breathing, she stilled her movement when she felt the bandage still covering his gun wound. Claire caught Jamie’s sharp intake of breath. She was mortified that she may have hurt him and her eyes darted to his face holding his gaze with one of her own.

Leaning back, she whispered, “Does it still hurt?” Empathy laced her voice.

Managing to sit back up, Jamie stumbled to find the right words. “This dressing's been chafing me for days … but other than that it’s okay Sassenach.”

He didn’t want to alarm her as to his own suffering because they were here for his Claire to recuperate, but it was aching after such a long journey as well as him carrying her into the bedroom. He couldn’t deny that it had started to throb in earnest but his body was aching far worse than his wound. However, Claire was persistent.

“Let me have a look at that,” she replied as her fingers moved his T-shirt out of the way and gently touched his chest. Jamie watched his love intently, his eyes following her every move as she examined his wound concentrating on the task at hand.

“Does it hurt here? … Or here?”

Her fingers touched him in several places as she relayed her observations out loud. “It's scabbed over nicely. There's no drainage. Does that part hurt Jamie?” she asked again as she looked at him with concern in her eyes.

Claire’s fingers were so tender but her touch was igniting feelings other than sympathy. Jamie certainly didn’t need his love’s close inspection of his wound when he was in a heightened state of arousal already. Her touch was anything but soothing to his nerves, in fact it only exacerbated the need to have her touch him all over his body and not just his wound. He was already strung as tight as a bow because of their foreplay since dinner. They had been circling around each other, neither of them willing to give in to their emotions. However, it was uncertain how long that state of affairs could last. James Fraser was ready to explode like a firecracker but Claire’s temporary halt had given him the timeout necessary to take stock of the situation. He didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth … so he lied.

“No, Sassenach … not that much.”

Biting her lip in anticipation of his answer, Claire was relieved at what he’d said, but recognised he was fudging the truth. She’d forgotten about his injury because she’d been totally caught up in the moment, yet when Jamie pulled away, she realised that it must hurt more than he’d let on. She also knew that putting extra pressure on his injured upper body could hinder his recovery.

“You’re a liar James Fraser, but I love you anyway.”

He laughed, knowing that trying to disguise that his wound still throbbed had not fooled her in the slightest. Nonetheless he was deeply moved as her words floated to his ears with a promise of the future of them being together. He smiled at his love for he knew at that moment that she was well and truly on the road to a mental recovery from the atrocities of the mission.

“And what about yer lip lass? Have our kisses caused ye pain?” He wanted to know in case he too had hurt her because of the all-encompassing passionate kisses they had shared.

“No Jamie. Our kisses are the healing balm that I need.”

His face lit up with delight. “Well then Sassenach … that will nay be a problem. I have plenty more of them to give ye.”

These next fourteen days were crucial to them individually and as a couple. Tonight, would be just the beginning of their healing process and to begin the journey of rediscovery. It would be the beginning for Claire to make her fantasies become a reality, after all they had two glorious weeks to be themselves and do what they wanted without Section looking over their shoulders. At last, they would be able to be just like a normal couple in love away from the prying eyes of their superiors. They would regain the momentum and strength of body and soul that they needed to finish this mission … but not before they had both fully recovered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Claire too wondered what Jamie was thinking because her thoughts were in overdrive.

They would both be able to be more like any normal couple here, although they were far from it. Being away from the prying eyes of Operations and particularly Madeline, would be liberating. They’d primarily come here to convalesce and she knew this was the perfect place for that to happen. Not having to worry about their superiors breathing down their necks and watching their every move was something she was going to especially relish. Yet, erasing the atrocities of the past from her mind would not be easy, but with the support of the man she loved, she would heal. They would both heal. Her only regret would be when they had to leave and return to the Rising Dragons’ mission, that's why they would need to make each day a new memory to treasure. The time would go quickly but they would live one day at a time and make each moment count.

However, her Jamie was injured and she was injured. She didn’t want to aggravate his wound by causing his recovery into remission and the thought of any prolonged lovemaking being out of the question saddened her. But they could make it work and they would find a way. Intimacy was the crux to them healing and in the next fourteen days, they could explore all avenues for that to occur.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Biting her bottom lip, Claire, looked at Jamie worry lacing her words. “How is this going to work?”

He hadn’t replied to her declaration but his actions were all that she needed to know that his intentions were on the same page. Without preamble James Fraser pulled both his sweater and T-shirt up his chest and over his head in one swift movement haphazardly discarding his clothing to the chair in the corner. Despite his injury he was in top physical condition, however, as she cast a more intense look over his chest, her eyes were drawn to the bandage over his wound and the strapping on his shoulder.

Stretching out her hands to his upper body, her fingers tentatively touched his warm, vibrant skin while deliberately bypassing his injury. Placing her palms to his rib cage, she gingerly worked her hands up his chest until the pads of her fingers gently touched his wound. I will kiss it better for you my love, her eyes told him as they sought his, and Jamie saw the concern and emotion registered there. His wound was still a little tender but he ignored the dull ache as her gentle touch soothed any discomfort.

“Claire...” he whispered tenderly. The soft enunciation of her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine. She turned her head towards his and was immediately lost in Jamie’s compelling, blue eyes. “Yes?” she purred softly.

“Come here Sassenach… I’ll show ye how.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Laying side by side, Claire turned looking at Jamie with such love in her eyes that he was ensnared as she carefully closed the gap between them. Slipping his arm around her shoulders, he gathered her into his arms and gently pressed her head onto his bare chest holding her close. Shifting her head Claire laid it on Jamie’s shoulder but she felt him flinch a little and immediately felt remorseful. Moving her head back and looking up at him she asked apologetically, “I’m not hurting you, am I?” “No … No Sassenach,” he replied lightly running his fingers up and down the soft skin of her arm in a slow rhythmic pattern which was having a potent effect on her senses. Curving her body even closer to his, Jamie closed his eyes when he felt Claire entwine one, long, smooth leg around his and sensuously rub her foot along his calf. The muscles in his legs immediately reacted to her touch quivering involuntarily. Enjoying his response to her contact, she gently kissed his shoulder, then looking up at him, she sought to gauge his reaction to her teasing. Even in the dim light she could see that Jamie was aroused … his pupils had darkened considerably. “Are you sure?” Claire Beauchamp was a temptress.

He watched the seductive gaze she directed at him as she bit her bottom lip. Jamie couldn’t take his eyes from her delectable mouth and knew that his own lips would connect there soon once more. Her kisses were addictive and even though his shoulder did hurt somewhat it would not discourage him from kissing his Sassenach. Claire’s sustained leg movements made the fine hairs on his leg stand up on end as she continued to stroke his leg waiting for an answer. James Fraser stopped her actions when he captured her leg by placing his own across hers and pinning her to the mattress. His sensuous answer held a world of promise. “Oh … I’m quite sure ye ken.” In return she playfully pressed her breasts against his chest. Despite being hampered by her clothing, his hands itched to touch what was offered but Jamie resisted the temptation, waiting for what his Sassenach would do next. Tenderly, he stroked his hand sensually along the nape of her neck and pulled her closer. Claire shivered as she felt her man’s gentle touch ricochet through her and needed to know if foreplay would be the only lovemaking, they’d make tonight. If this was to be her only dessert tonight, then so be it. It would be enough just to be held, knowing that she was safe in her lover’s arms.

With a muffled voice against his chest, Claire voiced her apprehension. “James Fraser … I’ve waited such a long time. I want to make love to you, but how can we do it?” she asked with bated breath. Jamie stopped his caress and gave his love a long, smouldering look that made her heart skip a beat.

“We can be careful ...”

Then with feather like strokes, he used his talented fingers to stroke up her soft inner arm, causing Claire to shudder uncontrollably at his touch.

“... take things slowly.” If this was an example of taking things slowly, she would surely go out of her mind. Jamie’s gentle caresses only ever brushed the surface of the raging inferno which ignited within her body whenever he touched her, but she didn’t want to jeopardise his healing and was worried about his injury. Any over exertion could open up his wound, so perhaps it would be better if they just cuddled tonight and take things slowly like he’d suggested until his lesion had more time to heal. Although it wasn’t the scenario she really wanted, she would be happy just to lie in Jamie’s arms all night if that’s what he wanted too.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Nonetheless, Jamie’s tender caresses continued to play havoc with Claire’s mind and only further heightened her senses to breaking point as he touched her in places long neglected. When he caressed her, the effect was stimulating, calming but also erotic beyond words and Claire was reluctant to say what was on her mind.

“Okay, but … I don’t want you to put any strain on your wound.”

His eyes bored into hers while his touch continued to make her skin burn. “I won’t. In fact, it feels just fine now mo nighean donn.” He didn’t care if his wound was a little tender or not … he would do whatever it took to make love with his Sassenach tonight. A little pain and suffering were a small price to pay for the happiness their consummation would bring.

Jamie’s hand lowered to tantalizingly stroke Claire’s leg placing it up higher on his thigh and opening her body to his potential touch. She couldn’t look away from his penetrating look. A moan escaped her mouth lost to the spell of Jamie’s intimate touch and Claire pushed her body nearer to his in her encouragement to be closer.

“Do you mean that …?”

She squirmed in his arms, then rolled over wriggling and sensually biting his collarbone. Her voice trailed away as she leaned in to him, deciding to take the initiative and test the waters as to exactly what Jamie had meant. Kissing his top lip and holding it between her teeth, she bit it erotically with a determined pressure. Placing her hand on his hip, she smiled provocatively at him and finished her question against his mouth, “… there is another option …”

The gauntlet had been thrown down. James Fraser was enamoured all the more by the beautiful siren in his arms. He knew exactly what she was insinuating. His love was willing to take the initiative if he so desired, if it would be less stressful for his shoulder. Jamie's eyes flickered back and forth over Claire’s face and she was stunned by the intensity of his stare.

Any ache in his shoulder was completely forgotten.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jamie’s eyes caressed his love as if she was the moon and stars all rolled into one. He stared at her with wonder in his eyes while lingering on her mouth and the swell of her bottom lip that had tasted like ambrosia from the gods. His Sassenach was killing him and he couldn’t sever their connected gaze, he just wanted to drown in the depths of her eyes. He gazed at Claire, his mind blurred with lust and pulled her a little closer, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

Swaying against him, her breasts enticingly brushed against his chest, then he felt her warm breath against his ear.

“Well? What do you think, Jamie?”

“I’m thinking that ye’re trying tae kill me Sassenach, and that I canna think of a better way tae die.”

She giggled and with a mischievous grin, wrapped one long leg around his, teasing the back of his calf with her foot. Her thigh rubbed against his, driving him mad.

“Make up your mind Fraser,” Claire purred invitingly, provoking him once more to make a decision as to her proposition.

Jamie gave his love an enigmatic smile as his eyes caressed her glorious face. He could hardly believe that this wonderful, remarkable, sexy woman was all his.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The touch of Claire’s hand on his hip and the rubbing of her leg against his calf had been enough to send a jolt of electricity through Jamie’s entire body, but the dark emotion swimming in her vivid blue eyes almost stopped his heart. Claire Beauchamp was seducing him with her declaration, while the exquisite torment of her fingertips as they gently stroked the inside of his thigh, had sent a rush of heat straight to his groin.

Prior to this perfect woman coming into his life James Fraser had come to think of himself as a detached lover. He’d been trained as a Valentine operative but women had meant nothing to him on an emotional level. He’d never committed to any relationship with his heart. He was only capable of giving and receiving sexual pleasure while his cold heart remained untouched. It wasn’t something of which he was particularly proud but it was just the way it was. It was just a job … a means to an end in capturing terrorists through their women, and it was the way he had survived in Section One.

But not now. Not with this special woman.

Now he wanted it all ... heart, mind, body and soul. With Claire, Jamie had found who he really was and who he was meant to be. He loved her unconditionally and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect her. This woman knew no boundaries where he was concerned and his heart swelled with loving her.

James Fraser didn’t know what he’d wanted nor cared … but now he did. He just knew that he wanted her… his Claire.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued FRIDAY 10th JULY

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janumun · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Kiro/MC

Rated: NSFW/18+

Tags: vampire AU, historical, Halloween themes (creepy/scary (?) setting), vaginal sex/smut, biting, blood, master/servant relationship.

Words: 3103

A/N: I have been parched ever since Elex graced us with these new karmas, and the PV yum. Just had to dip my fingers into this delicious mix.

Here’s my first entry of the series! Happy reading, lovely folks. Join me in my thirst for Vampire Kiro.

Summary:

Cerulean staining fast. Seeped in scarlet. The tainting of blue, only slower than the man’s own descent from the dais where his coffin lay open. A beckoning hand extended, offered as he spoke,

“Since you did just awaken me…” Flash of canines in a white slitted smile. Sharp. Deadly.

“…You’ll play with me, won’t you?”

The same painting. The same subject.

Hung well above the fireplace in the drawing room: second floor, third door from the left when one exited the staircase.

She had been fascinated with the man in the painting for as long as she could remember. Flaxen hair brushing softly against cerulean for eyes, framed into a face so beautiful, it could only be described as an angel’s benevolence in human form. The white of his frilled shirt a lovely contrast against skin so gossamer, it would have put the mightiest of fair-folk to shame.

She sighed, reaching her duster to brush against the gold plated mount of the image.

“You’re still here?” An impatient voice called to her from the doorway. “Hurry it up girl; you’ve got two more floors to cover and the groceries before the day is up.”

Hurriedly jumping down from the small ladder she had been using to clean above the fireplace, she moved to fold herself into a respectful bow. “I’m sorry, Head Butler Savin. I shall head out to the market right away.”

The head butler grunted, a non-committal sound before turning away. “Sweep the pantry and the dining hall while you’re at it. And you do remember, don’t you? You are not to go above the fourth floor, under any circumstances.”

It was a warning she had been hearing religiously for the entirety of her one week service as a maid in the Zhou household.

The owner, or rather, this whole place was… disconcerting to put it mildly. She had heard of a job opening down in town for the Zhou manor, situated well away from the other neighboring villages, rustic and worn-down over the long years it had seen and survived.

Located just at the mouth of the “forbidden” woods, no villager ever dared venture into, the Zhou place did not make for a welcoming sight either, barred by wicked looking chains and metallic rails on all sides, with the entrance to the mansion being only through the creaking black iron doors, situated up front.

The towns beyond were no spring walks, owing to the terrible clammy, frigid weather they had all year round but Zhou manor trumped the region in spookiness, without contest.

And so, what had she done when she had seen an advert, forgotten and half torn, pasted to the rickety walls of one of those dingy diners her father frequented? She had jumped at the opportunity.

It offered good pay in addition to lodgings, for whoever dared to take up the position of housemaid. Who was she to deny, when all that really bothered her were the unsettling rumors about the place?

That the place was over-run by phantoms who feasted on the flesh of humans? Or that every maid they’d ever had, had disappeared under most mysterious circumstances?

No, none of that mattered when she was practically a penniless woman, forced to live each day hand-to-mouth, scrounging for every single strip of cash she could make to support her disabled father, her only living family.

She thought of paying her father a visit, offer him the month’s wages while she was at it, just as she got the wicker basket out, ready to head out shopping. The larder was alarmingly low on sugar the last time she had checked.

Mentally going through the list of purchases to be made, she headed out of the kitchen, failing to notice the watchful gaze that held her in its sway, a flash of lapis lazuli in the dark, before it vanished, as if it had never even existed, melting into the quiet of the long, lonely hallways.

“Savin.” The man murmured the name thoughtfully, watching the girl through partially obscured windows, as she walked through the yard below, blue flashing gold flashing red within his eyes, changing colors preternaturally fast, a fact Savin chose to dutifully ignore.

“Yes, Master Kiro?” The servant gracefully moved to serve the freshly brewed ‘tea’, Kiro taking the proffered cup just as smoothly before bringing the odd colored drink up to his mouth.

“I like her. A pretty little Miss Chips, isn’t she?” A short, muted laugh. “Asking you for fried potatoes for her first meal.”

“Indeed,” Savin remarked solemnly, turning to cast a disinterested glance her way.

“I like her, very much.” Kiro commented again, moving to drain the last bit of droplets from his cup, the questionable liquid within catching the dreary light outside, flashing a macabre red as it did.

Nightmares. Or perhaps they were premonitions.

A song, a calling, a lullaby; each time it took a different image, veneer changing with every shifting dream.

A flash of gold. Longer hair, flowing robes from times long past, eyes flashing red. Lips pulled taught over a grin, seemingly harmless enough but she sensed the danger that lurked just underneath, brought upon by centuries old patina accumulating over and over till it warped and changed forms.

She awoke with a start, frosty gasp leaving her on a white puff of breath as she stared up at the stone ceiling overhead. It was cold tonight. Colder.

She glanced towards the door, leading out on hallways that turned dark and foreboding once night fell on the manor.

But the wisps of the dream persisted within her mind’s eye, like an incessant ticking at the back of her mind that refused to slacken the claws it had sunk into her consciousness.

And like a foolish rabbit to its predator, she was drawn, unquestioning. Tonight was the night, something seemed to whisper directly into her mind, coiling into her head-space through ears way too eager to listen to any and all sirens that sung her way.

Changing out of her nightgown into her housemaid garments, lest she come across Savin who would most definitely stand in way of her quest for answers. She snuck out of her room, heading for the staircase, excuses at the ready for her presence in the forbidden wing of the manor.

The old stairs creaked ominously underneath her steps, as if in protest over being disturbed from their centuries’ old slumber.

She shuddered at the thought, steeling her resolve as she tried to make her way further up, as quietly as she could.

A musty, dank smell so strong it almost sent her back, hit her nose as soon as she reached the mouth of the long, dark corridor of the top most floor, running further into places unknown, dangerous.

It was then that her steps faltered for the first time that night.

Was a potentially silly vision worth defying the Head Butler’s orders? What if she got kicked out for her disobedience? And she hadn’t even met this Master of the House yet, having seen (and admired) him, only in portraits so far. She would be unable to plead her case if something went wrong tonight.

Faint music was what pulled her out of wandering thoughts.

The sound of an organ being played, low in intensity and yet she felt each and every single vibration as it passed over her in waves, settling deep into the very marrow of her bones. Calling.

She ventured deeper into the darkness.

You are here, it seemed to sing.

Come to me, it seemed to play.

And like a marionette whose strings led her further into the abyss, she fell as directed, heading further through the winding corridor.

A door. A fancy one. Dusted and polished. So out of odds with the rest of the place that she wondered whether to enter, before it swung open, all on its own, as if she had somehow willed it.

Her mouth fell open on a silent, bewildered gasp.

A room of lavish proportions and furnishings, so huge, she couldn’t glimpse the top of it even when she squinted. Windows heavily barred and boarded, stiff velvet drapes pulled over for good measure as if trying to keep the light out. For good.

Red and purple. Black mixed in Blood, it seemed.

Built like an old fashioned throne room of sorts, like she had read about so often in picture books as a child.

It even housed a throne, a chair less fancy really, but it was placed against the wall farthest from where she stood, a dais leading up to it and –

She halted. Was that a coffin at the base of it?

She caught a glimpse of the organ she had supposedly heard being played, out of the corner of her eye before she wandered further in, closer to what lay within the unburied coffin, kept isolated from the rest of the house.

She stopped at the opening of it - the lid removed and placed aside - and just… stared.

A beautiful boy, a man really, inside. Perhaps no older than she was. But she recognized him. Those set features as picturesque as the man in the painting, but lovelier. A cheap comparison to the actual breathing subject. Hair a golden burst of color, eyes that most definitely would have showed her the endless blue she sought, had they been open, skin soft and supple as if he had just entered his pubescent years but he had most definitely not, for an eerie, ancient air seemed to cling to him.

He was undoubtedly a man, lying as he was within, arms crossed as if… as if in death, body resting upon scarlet velvet so bright, it hurt her eyes and yet, she found that she could not turn away.

Touch me, the air seemed to sigh around her. And she did, reaching a hand into the casket and tracing the Angel’s features. He was cold to the touch, bitter cold.

Like a corpse.

Just as she thought to withdraw her hand, eyes that had been so peacefully shut in slumber, fluttered open, and her heart faltered at the sight, jumping up into her throat.

He was alive. In a burial box.

She moved away… and stumbled over her feet, falling to the ground on her bottom, just at the edge of the dais, fingers digging into the surface beneath, holding her breath as the devastatingly beautiful creature rose from its place of rest, turning crimson eyes her way.

Crimson?

That did not sit right with her already frazzled nerves.

Before it spoke. “Haha, do not be so afraid, little Miss.”

And with the melodious words that washed over her, they seemed to take her nervousness, steal her fear and discard it. Suddenly, she was so calm she wondered why she had been terrified in the first place, of a human. Risen from the dead.

“Another one.” She heard him murmur, sudden sorrow taking his features.

“Another one lured in by the songs, my one curse, my only curse…”

She did not understand his seemingly senseless murmurings but she heard her voice call out, as if of its own accord, to clear him of misconceptions, any misconceptions he might have had. “That is not true, Master Zhou. I had been captivated by you, long before I ever heard of your calling, or saw you… as I do now. I find myself… drawn to you…”

She registered the expression on his face. Wide eyes. Disbelief. Surprise. All emotions that made her regret her outcry.

“I did not mean to overstep my….” She began, before she noticed the slender finger against her lips, just shy of touch, shushing her from further vindications of her actions.

“You’re sweet.” A smile pulled across his lips then, the smile of an angel, just as she had pictured in all of her day-dreams, fresh and brilliant as the sun.

“Since you’re such a sweetheart and seeing as you did just disturb my sleep…” The smile changed tone into something devilish, dangerous, beckoning, still magnetic, as it held her in its sway.

“…You’ll play with me, won’t you, Miss Chips?”

“Pardon, my Lord?” She whispered, the meaning of his words not as innocent in her ears as they had sounded in his beguiling tones.

Another smile, turned cheeky. “Is it alright if I kiss you?”

A nod was what she offered him in response, folly as it was but she could not resist the angel devil that had finally, finally fallen into her lap. A taste, just a taste would do –

That roguish grin stretched wider before it descended upon her lips, cold, warm, hot, it did not make much sense to her, as Lord Zhou – Kiro – pushed her to the floor beneath them, mouth ravenous as it kissed her, licked her lips, her chin, her cheeks before coming back to suck at her open mouth, tongue sliding in when she invited it further.

He tasted just as divine, of nectar so sweet, she was drunk on the taste of him as his mouth explored her however it wished, lips changing angles whenever he pleased, maneuvering her firmly in between hands that refused to relent their grip on her head and she moaned deliriously into him, the sound not escaping further than his mouth.

“I want your body, so sweet, so young. I crave your very soul. Mm… let me have it?”

Her fingers, impatient, spasmodic, curled into the sleeves of his shirt as she tugged, wanting for something she was sure only he could grant. “Mm… Master, please…”

Yes.

“…Kiro. Call me Kiro,” he answered, hands turning rogue as soon as the words left her mouth, sliding against her clothes, thumbs leaving the lightest of brushes against her breasts, causing the peaks to pebble in the absence of his teasing touches.

Kiro’s eyebrows sloped downwards; the frown of an angel if she had ever seen one. “This… is in the way.” He tore through the fabric of her sleeves, the sound of it unusually loud in the quiet of the night and she gasped as he pulled her up by her exposed arm.

Open mouth and fangs reaching for hers, their mouths collided in violent passion as his hands made quick work of the rest of her uniform, tearing at the apron, the black dress beneath until all his fingers slid against was naked skin and the lace of her underwear.

“Master… Master Kiro…” Her fingers threading through golden locks, she pulled him down towards her mouth, the taste of heaven and blood on her tongue.

Blood…? She could not tell why that thought hit her, amidst the haze of pleasure that seemed to have penetrated into her very core until she oozed seduction and desperate desire through every pore of her skin.

Kiro tugged at the pins of her braid, sending hazel locks flying every which way as he wove a hand through them, using her hair as leverage to tug her head to the side, wet mouth finding purchase on her neck, sucking and biting, muffled groans hot against flushed skin.

She arched into him, clawing at his shirt distressed, as strong hands spread her legs apart, lean fingers finding the space in between them before they entered in one swift stroke, stretching her.

She groaned into his chest, twitching at the way he maneuvered her body to his liking, her own lewd moans an accompaniment to how he played her like a common whore, bedding the Master of the House in request for his favor.

The thought sent her gushing onto his fingers, crying out in need, such aching need, she throbbed inside with the very sting of her desire. For him.

A low, devious chuckle against her ear pulled her momentarily from the realms of ecstasy, to focus on what he required of her. “Did you like it that much?”

She was nodding vehemently even before he had finished voicing the question, pleading eyes turned on him, the master, even as he sucked his fingers - the nails pitch black, dripping with her essence - into his mouth.

His smile softened at the lust he saw burning within, fingers trekking a path against blushing cheeks, before he pulled away from her.

Her world was flipped over in a flash, in the moment it took her to blink.

She barely had time to realize the state of her body – knees apart, ass high up in the air as she knelt on her elbows, waiting – before she felt the sudden intrusion of his cock inside, thrusting itself into her as soon as it settled, and she wailed, screamed, fingers trying to carve paths into cool stone in an effort to temper fires that threatened to burst out of control, consume her, leave her in ashes, never to rise again.

His own digits dug painful crescents into her hips as he propelled himself harder, faster, driving her to the edge, an orgasm quicker than any she had experienced in her life.

His hot voice, breathy, gruff and wanting, sounded against her ear. “Let me… let me bite you, little Miss. Let me have your blood. Say you’ll be mine, say you’ll stay.” Rough words, possessive, uttered through every jerk of his hips into her, driving his cock home over and over and over till she thought he would leave an imprint of himself within her.

She was whimpering out her consent, the sensation of sharp pricks following soon after and then pain – swift, so sudden she felt it only but a moment, before it was gone, replaced by pleasure unimaginable as it pumped through her veins, sending her hurtling off the edge, pulsing around his cock in a violent orgasm, her voice rising in crescendo until she was sure it would reach the heavens.

Kiro tossed her body onto the floor, her panting breaths directed towards him as she took him in, bloody mouth, blood stained eyes, so much of it, blood, dripping onto his shirt before her vision was replaced by white; his ejaculate pouring forth in strings of pearly white, onto her skin, her face, her lips and she licked, despite the horrifying situation she should have realized she was in but no, she wanted to stay here, trapped within that gaze of his that looked upon her with lust and perhaps – something akin to adoration.

He swooped down to run his tongue against her cheeks, licking his own release off of her. “Haha… such a good girl you were for me.” The tinkling sound of laughter she had come to love, come to want.

“Sleep now, my sweet Miss Chips and may you have pleasant dreams…” Her last vision of him was canines, sharp, of a beast, reaching for her neck before she felt that pleasure, again, overwhelming just as much as the first time before she fell into darkness.

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