#vil exposing his neck and chest and collarbone........

[merakiui]

MERA I DONT FEEL GOOD... VIL CHEST.... THAT LOOK UGHDUHDHHhHHHAAAA

SEVERN, I AM SICK!!!!! LOVESICK!!!!!!!! WUWUWUWAUAUAUAAAAAAAAAAAA......... this card,,, it's too dangerous for my heart. (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) how can I ever recover........

[fairestwriting]

Okay okay okay, hear me out

Lipstick stain

I have a thing with lipstick stains now because of Vil

So what about a make out session with a lot of lipstick stains?? With Vil, rook, Lilia, riddle, and epel?

lipstick is... so much to think about

Vil Schoenheit

You know he's the one more likely to be wearing lipstick -- Though in day to day life, he usually opts for subtler shades that don't stain too much.

But some days he wears these bold, dark ones, and how could anyone resist the temptation, really? When you pull him into a sudden kiss when you're hanging out in his bedroom, Vil starts off surprised, but he recognizes eagerness born from an admiration of beauty, so he ends up enabling you, smiling against the kiss in amusement.

When you part, there's color smudged on your lips already, maybe red, maybe purple, maybe even black on a few rare days. Your enthusiasm is a bit contagious, he decides to spoil you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he kisses your neck too, you look at the mirror later and -- You have those stains all over you, some neat, some not, looking like Vil had just marked his territory.

Rook Hunt

He shows up with this bright red all over his lips one day, Vil wanted to test a new color on him, it seemed. He smiles wide when he asks, how does it look, mon amour? and you decide you just have to kiss him.

Rook is the one who ends up staining you with red all over, especially if the make up was very fresh. He returns your kiss with just as much passion, even if you've surprised him he won't miss an opportunity to show you some love.

He moves on to neck kisses rather fast, then back to your lips, then when you're out of breath he chuckles and kisses the back of your hand, putting a stain there too -- He's one-upped you in this. His lipstick is smudged, but you carry hints of the same red on your lips too, besides all the other stains peppered on your skin. He tells you they just compliment the beauty you already have.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia messes around with makeup on occasion, he usually wears just a bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow for aesthetic reasons, but he can do some pretty decently elaborate looks too, and he'll do them on you if you ask him to.

He likes black lipstick a lot, both on you and on himself, so if you're letting him do a look on you, it'll probably involve that. Matching smokey eyes and lipstick on, Lilia smiles at you and tells you you look just so cute, before he gives you an affectionate peck on the lips that develops into a lot more.

Lilia kisses all over, your neck, whatever part of your chest or collarbone that may be exposed, if you have your arms around him he'll go for them too, and he gets bitey as well, but the main attraction now is how there are just all those lipstick marks all over you, as he grins mischievously, showing off smudged black and sharp fangs.

Riddle Rosehearts

Who came up with the lipstick idea? He wouldn't really think of it himself, but... he'd be lying if he said he never was curious, especially when so many other guys in the school wear makeup. Maybe he brings that up one day in an offhanded comment he's slightly embarrassed of later, but then you get him a nice red rose-colored lipstick, and tell him you two could try it together.

Riddle is a bit clumsy applying it, if you know how to do it you might have to do it for him, he asks you if it looks good on him sort of shyly when it's on. You say it does with a smile, and you give him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a red mark on his already red, now even redder, cheeks. Flustered, he pulls you into a kiss too, and then you're grasping at each other rather intensely...

Riddle is shy escalating kisses most of the time, but especially now that he's so out of his element, but he gives you a kiss on the cheek too, maybe on your jaw, before you pull away to do the same. At the end of it you're looking at each other and smiling, flushed and with kiss marks littered on your faces and nearby it.

Epel Felmier

Vil had been a bastard today and made him put on lipstick. It's a peachy, soft color that doesn't show up too much on him, looking almost like he just has naturally rosy lips, but he's pissed, and he doesn't know how to get it off. In this state, when he sees you, his wires cross, and he pulls you into an abrupt kiss.

Of course you're surprised, but if you're with Epel it's because you have a thing for his sudden passion, so you end up reciprocating. He's grabby as always, hands on your waist or hips, there are short intermissions between kisses where you're both panting.

When you pull away for the last time you're almost completely breathless, you're dazed and confused, asking him just what got into him, Epel touches his own lips and sighs about how he finally got that damn thing off -- Which you only fully understand when you see your reflection and all the peachy-pink stains.

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[telli1206]

(Per our discussion 😘) It's summer, but Carlos tends to layer up. He falls asleep after a long day out while Jay's in the shower or something, so Jay decides to tuck him in like that and go to bed, but then Carlos starts getting wiggly b/c he's way overheated btwn. his clothes, the blankets, and Jay being a human furnace, so Jay tries to wake him up to get him to strip down so they can both be in peace, but Carlos doesn't wake up and Jay thinks he's faking, so he starts to help things along. 😉

Finally getting the inspo to write this one @hersilentlanguage​, so I hope it was worth the wait 😁

WARNING: Mild smut with sexual implications

Jay grunts and jolts suddenly from the feel of a sharp pain under his arm. He blinks furiously to coax the sleep out of his eyes, the fog in his brain too deep to even register what’s happening.

Not that he really needs to, he kind of already knows what’s going on. It’s always the same person who’s to blame for his shittiest nights of sleep.

Jay should be angry. Fuck, he has every right to be. Is there anything worse than being ripped from a deep sleep by a physical attack? He can’t think of anything. Still, he just sighs and rubs at his side. If he didn’t love the boy so damn much, there’d be nothing stopping him from grabbing him and just chucking him off the bed. And yet...

Auradon may have made him soft, just a little bit. But he’s pretty sure Carlos Oscar De Vil was already well on his way to turning Jay into a teddy bear anyway.

He reaches for the culprit of his pain, managing to curl his fingers around a sock-covered foot before another jab has him wincing and scooting back, positioning himself away from another attack.

“Fuck, ‘Los,” he moans, still gripping tightly to his boyfriend’s foot. “You can be a little shit, you know that?”

Carlos starts to mumble unintelligibly, his nose scrunching adorably as the utter nonsensicals spill from his lips. He’s moving as he tries to talk, his body shifting and wriggling it’s way up the bed, jerking out of Jay’s grasp. He kicks up Jay’s side, bit by bit, scurrying his lithe body upwards until it lands flat and flush against their headboard.

Jay sighs, watching as Carlos finally settles just above his head. His new position on the hard wood of their headboard looks terribly uncomfortable, and Carlos must subconsciously agree as he clearly continues to squirm, batting Jay repeatedly on top of his head with the billow of his sleeve in the process.

“Carlos!” Jay tries again, his voice hushed but firm. He grabs at the sleeve in his face and tugs, but Carlos simply rolls the other way, pressing his body onto the wood with a discontented hum.

Jay huffs as he props himself up on his forearms and turns fully to face Carlos. His plans of going to sleep at the moment have gone to shit, so he may as well try to get Carlos situated again. His best shot at a proper night’s sleep anyway is when he’s wrapped around his favorite warm body, his face pressed into Carlos’ soft expanse of white curls.

So he’s doing this for both of them, really.

Jay carefully snakes an arm under Carlos, moving slowly to keep from jostling him too much and potentially waking him. Once he can reach, he wraps both arms around Carlos and pulls him into his chest, holding him tightly and remaining as motionless as possible, hopeful that the few movements aren’t enough to cause him to stir.

To Jay’s surprise, Carlos hardly startles. Actually, he hardly moves at all. Definitely not what he expected.

He decides to loosen his grip to check on Carlos, and Carlos surprises Jay again by spinning slowly to face him. Though his eyes are pinched closed, Jay can still hear his soft mumblings, coming and going lightly with each breath.

“‘Los?” Jay leans in closer, pressing their foreheads together as he tries to focus on his boyfriend’s words.

Carlos moans at the contact and pushes in even closer so they’re practically cheek to cheek. He’s slick with sweat, and Jay can feel the dampness and heat radiating off of him. Jay reaches over to cup Carlos’ cheek, running his fingers gingerly over the moist skin.

“Fuck, I’m sorry pup,” he sighs, pulling back. “I shouldn’t have let you sleep in all this shit. It’s way too hot.” He thumbs at the zipper of Carlos’ hoodie with one hand while his other moves to Carlos’ head, gently pushing his red beanie back until it slides off and drops behind them and onto the floor.

Despite today being sunny and warm, Carlos had opted to layer up his clothing as usual, throwing Jay’s hoodie and beanie on over his shorts and t-shirt. It’s a habit that Carlos just can’t seem to shake. But, after years of Carlos feeling that he needs to hide...both his imperfections and his existence as a whole, no one had really expected for him to change that overnight.

Besides, Jay is more than happy to see Carlos wearing his clothes. He doesn’t want to look possessive, but, he really is. Especially when it comes to Carlos. He’s been dying to claim the cute freckled boy since they met, and it finally feels safe, normal even, to do that in Auradon. So he’ll gladly take every chance he can get to show that Carlos is...well...his.

It’s not like anyone is complaining about it anyway. Carlos is fucking adorable when he’s in clothes that are too big for him. That’s just common knowledge.

Still, Carlos overdid it with the layers today. And Jay scolds himself for being a lazy boyfriend and just dropping Carlos in bed to sleep instead of helping him change first into something less...suffocating.

He’s definitely paying for that choice now.

Carlos gasps when the beanie falls away and exposes his head to the cool air of their room. He tips his head back to shake out his matted down curls, relaxing back into Jay with a sigh of relief and resting his head on Jay’s shoulder.

“Does that feel good, pup? Do you want me to take off a little more? Cool you off?”

Jay reaches for Carlos’ zipper again, dragging it down slowly just an inch or so and then stops, waiting for Carlos’ reaction.

“Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Whatever you want I’ll do it. I just wanna help you sleep.”

Carlos is quiet, his head unmoving from Jay’s shoulder. Jay breathes soft and shallow, his hand still frozen at Carlos’ zipper as he listens for any type of response from him. But the silence hangs in the air for over a minute, and Jay is starting to wonder exactly how deeply his boyfriend may be sleeping.

Finally, Carlos starts to shift, moving his hips slightly to bring his body even closer to Jay’s. He drapes a leg across Jay’s waist as he tilts his head up to bring his lips to Jay’s ear. He doesn’t speak, instead choosing to kiss his way down the shell of Jay’s ear, stopping only to tug at Jay’s lobe with his teeth.

“Pupppp,” he moans, biting down hard on his lip to muffle the sound. His hands fly to Carlos’ hips, squeezing tightly as Carlos’ kissing continues its way down his jaw to his neck.

“I didn’t think undressing you would get you in the mood that easy, but I’m not gonna complain,” Jay chuckles. But his laughter fades away with his breath when Carlos bites down on the junction of his neck and starts to suck at his most sensitive spot.

Jay chokes, his mind numbing with pleasure as he starts to fumble for Carlos’ hoodie again, this time grabbing the zipper roughly and ripping it down. Carlos is still latched to his neck as he pushes the sleeves down, quickly freeing Carlos of his hoodie and dropping it to the floor to join his beanie.

When Carlos’ mouth finally detaches from Jay, he takes the opportunity to dip down and kiss over Carlos’ collarbone, letting his hands glide down Carlo’s t-shirt as he does so. When he reaches the bottom he hooks his fingers under the hem, pulling away for only a second to tug it over Carlos’ head and toss it aside.

Carlos hums his approval, his eyes still closed but his mouth spread wide in his most pleased smile. He looks utterly content when Jay starts to kiss fervently over the newly exposed freckled skin of Carlos’ chest, flushed and warm under his lips.

Jay smiles against Carlos’ shuddered breaths, his body responding almost desperately for more of Jay’s touch. And Jay is eager to please. He kisses his way down Carlos’ stomach, reaching for the button of his shorts as his mouth descends closer. Within seconds he has them unbuttoned and unzipped, and they’re off and on the ground before Carlos can react.

Not that he would. He’s already distracted himself with the skin of Jay’s neck, scraping his teeth along it and mouthing lightly at Jay’s pulse.

Jay is encouraged further by Carlos’ moans, hot and tingly against his skin. He snakes both of his hands down the back of Carlos’ boxers, grazing along skin that’s too soft, and feels too delicious against his own. He stops to  playfully squeeze at firm cheeks, as perfect and perky as he’s ever had the pleasure of touching. He peppers kisses at Carlos’ shoulder, massaging tenderly with his hands before lifting his arms to slide the material down--

“Uh. Um. J-Jay?”

Jay stills in his movements. “Yeah, Pup?”

He shifts backwards, his eyes searching for Carlos’ in the dim twilight. But when their gazes meet, Jay can feel guilt pooling in his gut.

Carlos’ eyes are wide...confused. There’s no recognition in his features at all, no indication left of the passion he and Jay were engaging in just moments ago. Jay releases his grip when he feels Carlos start to squirm, sliding his hands out of Carlos’ boxers and urging some space between their bodies.

“Are we...is th-this...”

Jay winces at the uncertainty in Carlos’ tone. His brow furrows, unable to hide his worry.

“Shit ‘Los, I’m sorry. I thought you were...I thought we were...were you not, into it? Evil, if I did something you didn’t want, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

Carlos puts a finger to Jay’s lips to end his ramblings. Jay complies, laying silent as he stares into Carlos’ deep brown eyes. They’re more alert now, but laced with softness, and they stare back at Jay with an intensity that’s making his heart constrict and his breath hitch. When the finger is dragged away from Jay’s lips, Carlos is quick to replace it with a tentative kiss, light and airy with barely a brush of contact.

“Jay.”

Jay opens his eyes, unsure as to when he even closed them. Carlos is smiling at him now, bright and toothy and so, so beautiful. Jay silently hopes his damn eyelids didn’t deny him of this for too long. Every single one of Carlos’ smiles is his favorite thing in the world.

“Jay,” Carlos repeats, brushing his fingers across Jay’s cheek. “Are you good now? I swear, you’re too damn sweet for your own good sometimes.”

Jay blinks and blinks, his face blank as tries to understand what he thinks he heard.

“Too...sweet?”

Carlos shakes his head and laughs. With a swing of his hips, he flips Jay onto his back and rolls on top of him. When Carlos sits up, he’s straddling Jay’s waist and looking into surprised eyes. He smirks and flicks a finger to Jay’s chin, snapping shut his slightly agape expression.

“I thought I was dreaming, Jay. That’s all. I know you’d never mean to do anything I didn’t want to. I’d never think that. You’re so good to me.”

Jay exhales, grinning up at Carlos, who leans in for another kiss.

“Ok, thanks pup. I-”

He’s cut off by Carlos squeezing his face and pressing a kiss down firmly onto his pursed lips.

“Besides,” he mumbles against Jay’s mouth, “Who the hell would complain about waking up to their dreams coming true?”

Carlos slips his hands underneath Jay’s shirt, splaying them out as he sits back upright with a cocky grin.

“Now, can you fill me in on what we were doing? Because I’d like to continue.”

[akemiozawa]

Wow your writing is so great. Loved your vam vil x reader one btw . Would you write a piece for vam malleus x reader , too?●-●

Thanks so much anon! I’ve been considering doing one for Malleus, so why the hell not?

This time, it’s centered around Jekyll & Hyde the Musical. Thankfully there’s a whole song list on here, and I’ve got just another perfect song for this scenario!

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Dangerous Game (Vampire! Malleus x F! Reader)

In this scene, Malleus confronts (Y/N) in what secrets she is keeping from him. And what better way than through a sensual game of cat and mouse?

Lyrics key:

Malleus

You

Together

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Your whole body was like ice. You could only look at the floor while keeping Malleus in you peripheral sight. Ever since you had fallen through that accursed mirror, came into everyone’s lives and becoming a part of (Dorm), you had a normal life. You made good friends with the students, some more better bonds than others, but no matter where you walked, every one of them warned you of the same thing over and over:

Stay away from Malleus.

At first, you didn’t know why, as you had remained on good terms with the Dia Four for a good time. Heck, like Sebek, only more subtle,you had looked up to the Diasomnia lead: his commanding presence, his abilities, even how he didn’t need to command others to respect him.

On the other hand, Malleus didn’t pay much attention to you; he didn’t see what was special about you. But with time, he felt drawn to it. Drawn to you. At first, it was a delusion of sorts, but slowly and surely, that delusion became real, deny as he might. He started to admire you from a distance: your attentive need to complete any task given, how you could silently give advice to others who had their own problems to deal with, and what stuck out more: how you seemingly treated him not as your superior, but as a normal being.

That surprised him. Normally, the student body would always hold his name with the utmost respect (or fear if you will). But you...you never saw it as that. You treated him as if you had been companions for a brief time.

But as time went on, you kept feeling your heart beat wildly whenever you saw him. You tried to deny it, but it was true: you had fallen for the fae prince. It scared you. You didn’t want these feelings to get in the way of your bond with Malleus. Eventually, you didn’t want to be noticed by him. Your best bet was to heed Idia’s advice and go unnoticed as long as you were here. Eventually, you were too scared to talk to Mal. Whenever he entered a room, you immediately left. If he was nearing a place you were at, you’d slip away into the shadows. And all that time, you hid and avoided your feelings for him.

As if that weren’t enough, you had a feeling in your stomach that Mal was hiding a secret of his own. And naturally, your curiosity got the better of you. And one day, you had ran into a dark hall, only to find him, holding a student by the wall, eyes glowing brightly. Soon, he opened his mouth, his teeth caught by the faint hall light, and dug them deep into their neck as an ear-splitting scream left the student. The sound of blood being drunk made you recoil backwards, shock encasing your mind.

Malleus was a vampire! If that also didn’t make you avoid him more, as well as make you more scared of him, then you’d be lying to yourself.

Now He was here, in your room. Standing just a few feet ahead of where you stood with your form near the wall. His emerald eyes pierced the darkness like acidic pools of anger. But he was anything but that. He was....

Determined.

After you put yourself out of his life, he grew worried. Very soon, he was obsessed with finding out the truth: what kind of secret you withheld from him. You would talk to the others, but not him? The audacity! What he had received from Lilia in the end was an answer he wasn’t expecting.

You were in love with him. But through fear, you turned your back on him in order to avoid falling for him more than you had already. And the fact that you saw him drain a student of their blood made you all the more frightened.

Now you may be thinking: Please! As if the great renowned Malleus Draconia, prince of the dark fae, pure blood vampire, and supreme house leader of Diasomnia, founded in the name of the great Witch of Thorns herself, could ever fall for a human in return! He had heard the story over and over again: how the great witch had fallen for a mortal man only to be stabbed in the back by getting her wings cut off. He could never!

....Or could he....?

The answer: YES.

Now, he had cornered you. And on the night of a full moon, no less, since his vampiric side was growing stronger. He will get the truth out of you and make you his no matter the circumstances. He needed wanted to hear it from you. And not his cohorts. Or else he’d go bat shit berserk.

“Malleus...I...I don’t understand!” Your voice was filled with confusion.

There it was again. That innocent spark in your eyes, those beautiful (e/c) eyes that drove him closer to snapping. But not at you, no. He could never hurt you. Truth be told, He had grown fond over you. Your slight naivety made him want to defend you from any dark force that may swallow you whole. Not if he could first.

“You know exactly what I mean, (y/n).” He spoke in a voice that made your bones shake.

“B-But I don’t!” your eyes darted around, scared that he knew your secret.

“I can tell when you are lying to me.” He walked forward, his steps never faltered as he neared your quivering form.

He walks over to stand right in front of you. Your heart starts to race as you watch him. As he slams both his hand on either side of you, making you squeal in fright.

“What are you gonna do to me...?” You shiver, feeling his gaze on you.

“There’s no knowing. But god, if there is one, help you if you won’t give me the answer I deserve.” He said. Something in that sentence obviously said that you’d either spill your guts or it could get worse from there. And just him being there without warning is scary enough!

His hand moves and touches your hair. You squeak and close your eyes, feeling his hand trail down to your cheek. “Are you afraid of me?” You didn’t want to answer but through some unknown force, you nodded your head lightly. “Is it because you found out who I really was?” Another nod. “You’re scared that I will hurt you?” Another nod. “And that you harbor a deep love for me that you don’t want me to know of?”

Oh shit. Out of all the questions he could’ve asked, that was the one you hoped he wouldn’t. You didn’t know what to do except open your eyes, staring down at the floor.

“And...if that were true...would the feeling ever be mutual...?” your voice was no more than a whisper, shaking like your legs.

You feel his hand leave you for a minute, only for his hand to tilt your head up. As soon as his fiery eyes met timid (e/c), a shiver ricocheted down your back as he kept his gaze on you.

“Then you’d want me to reciprocate the feeling, do you?”

Your eyebrows creased in worry, but before you could say anything, he spun you around ever so gracefully. Your back was against his chest. He gently traced your collarbone, your shoulders, with his fingers and as his lips neared your neck. You halted at the passionate touch. It felt...weird. It also didn’t help the fact that you wore your favorite tight curve-hugging dress, exposing your skin.

(Play either, first vid is a cover, the second is from the musical. I personally like the first, but whichever you like)

“I feel your fingers...Cold on my shoulder. Your chilling touch, As it runs down my spine...” you sing ever so softly, in hopes of not catching his attention to your shaking voice. But you weren’t in control of your voice. It was as if...

As if he put you under his spell.

“Watching your eyes....As they invade my soul! Forbidden pleasures...I'm afraid to make mine.” You continued, this time you felt Malleus smile lightly against your cold, bare flesh. You breathe in a deep sigh,

“At the touch of your hand, At the sound of your voice, At the moment your eyes meet mine: I am out of my mind, I am out of control, Full of feelings I can't define!” One hand enclosed around yours, as his lips edged along your neckside, goosebumps rising from the sensation.

“It's a sin with no name, Like a hand in a flame. And our senses proclaim, It's a dangerous game!” His face aligns near yours, his voice, a sensual baritone, matches your soprano-esque tone.

“A darker dream...That has no ending. That's so unreal, You believe that it's true!” You open your eyes and turn your head to see him pull your hand towards him. The palm of your hand opens as it caressed his face. His pale skin was cold as winter’s breath, prickling your hand with a cooling feel. You two make eye contact, the state of longing was faint.

“A dance of death, Out of a mystery tale. The frightened princess Doesn't know what to do!” With your head turned, Malleus used his other hand and gently reached around your head, untying the long black ribbon keeping half your hair out of your face. It fell out of its hold, flying gently down into his gloved hand. Suddenly, with no warning, you were face to face with the dark prince. Taking the ribbon he untied, he wrapped it around your wrists like rope.

“Will the ghosts go away (No)? Will she will them to stay (No)? Either way, there's no way to win!” He was gentle not to mark your skin. Not yet at least. He would enjoy the light teases.

“All I know is I'm lost (oh), And I'm counting the cost (oh)! My emotions are in a spin!” You were taken by surprise at this action. Taken and bound like a prisoner, your feelings pouring out tenfold.

“I don't know who to blame... It's a crime and a shame! But it's true all the same; It's a dangerous game!” Malleus pulls your hands to his mouth and kisses them lightly.

“No one speaks, Not one word, But what words are in our eyes.” Your voices filled the air, feelings of hunger and passion, fear and tension became a dark symphony of the night.

“Silence speaks (Silence speaks!), Loud and clear (Loud and clear!). All the words we (don't) want to hear!” He lets go of your wrists, and he moves closer.

“At the touch of your hand, At the sound of your voice, At the moment your eyes meet mine: I am losing my mind! I am losing control! Fighting feelings I can't define!” It was at this point when it felt like the world had been blacked out by a blanket of night, and the only two people left were both you and him: a simple girl and a dark vampiric princely fae.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way: to give in to your feelings, either by a spell or not, you felt like a dove, whose wings had been broken but through time and healing, you were free to fly again. Your feelings, your heart, were free to soar.

“It's a sin with no name....No remorse and no shame, Fire, fury and flame-Cos the devil's to blame! And the angels proclaim.....”

He wraps an arm around your back, as his other hand made his way to your head, tilting it back. You close your eyes waiting. You feel his hot breath against your neck before hearing his voice and yours say in sync:

“It's a dangerous game...”

A soft kiss was placed on your collarbone. Your mind was already clouded from the ministrations he was giving you. You could feel his lips nearing your neck. As you were trying to catch your breath, you could only make out a few things: the full moon showing its full light through the clear glass of your window, and Mal looking up at you. From the corner of your eye, there was a look of lust in his eyes. He brushes his thumb against your lips making you part them. You knew what the question was and with a nod of your head, Malleus smirks before his lips parted to unveil his teeth.

The rush of crimson blood, your blood, had done its job in satisfying him. It was bliss. Pure bliss. The monster within him has been tamed.

For he had found his answer through this dangerous game.