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☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i'll love you forever if anyone knows what the title is a quote from. anyway, i was craving primal, desperate, bloody sex with alucard so here it is 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, biting, marking, blood drinking, oral (fem. receiving), overstimulation (male and fem.), men whimpering and moaning

A desperate noise leaves your lips as his fangs sink into your neck. There’s pain but a rush of pleasure too as his canines withdraw and his lips wrap gently yet eagerly around the wound, your blood pooling on his tongue, sluicing down his throat, staining his teeth red and pink. And when he kisses you, it’s with a mouth of heat and copper and yet it’s not off-putting in the slightest as his tongue slides against yours and he then buries his face in your neck again, lapping at the punctures over your throat, warm breath panting against your bloody skin. 

A moan leaves his lips and your hand tangles in his gossamer hair, the ends darkened and stuck together where they’ve swiped through the blood on your bodies. He’s not the only one leaving marks through as your other hand is scratching angry, vengeful lines down his back. He’s on top of you, nestled between your soft thighs, the insides which are already painted with fang punctures and love bites, having been thoroughly pampered and prepared with his skillful tongue before he even considered taking his own pleasure for you. 

His heart might be slower than yours but every beat of it belongs to you so as your pulse thrums through your veins like a storm, he listens to its flutters and feels the warmth of its work on his tongue. His alabaster skin is also smeared with the red liquid. Your life isn’t like his: it’s warm, red, brief and he wants to worship it. Your life flowing from your broken skin isn’t unappreciated at all and you’ll be treated like a queen of queens after this but for now he wants to love every part of you, of your nature, to feed from you if only to prove how his immortal life rests in your living hands. 

Your thighs squeeze his narrow waist, heels digging into his back to push him deeper into where he’s pumping in and out of your welcoming, wet walls. Between your flowing blood and arousal, your bodies meet with repeated wet smacks and he looks at you with lidded eyes the colour of winter sun. He’s beautiful – unspeakably so – and it only makes you pull him into another kiss, your tongue sliding past his fangs and tasting the bitterness of your blood and arousal that’s filled his mouth. 

The kiss breaks and he rests his forehead against yours, brow pinched in pleasure as he thrusts into you, stretching you sweetly as his tip kisses your cervix each time, hips angled to reach each sweet spot of yours along the way to keep those sweet moans and whines pouring past your bloodied lips. His breath mingles with yours and a whimper squeezes out of his pale throat. 

“You’re so warm… so, so warm.” He props himself up with a hand on the headboard and looks down at your writhing figure beneath him, breasts bouncing enticingly with each firm smack of his hips against yours. “I want to see you come again, I want to feel it.” His eyes are watery with how overwhelmingly good he feels, crystalline drops clinging to his long lashes. His other hand ventures down to your clit where he begins to rub sticky hearts, pressing down on the sensitive button to feel your walls clench around him. “So pretty… you’re so pretty, my love.” He sighs out when you throw your head back and he feels the way you tighten on his cock. 

He wants to keep on looking over you like this but he can’t resist the crimson splashed over your throat like sweet syrup and his tongue is lapping at the punctures he’s left in your flesh again. 

“Come for me, darling.” He coaxes, voice slightly muffled with the tip of his tongue still on your warm skin, “Come on my cock and show me your prettiest self.” He smiles when your moans go up in pitch and he can feel your thighs squirm and tense. With his one hand, he keeps on pressing and rubbing your clit, rapidly flicking the pads of his fingers over it, but the other goes to the back of your knee, pressing on it to hold you open so that you cannot close your legs when the pleasure washes over you. You wouldn’t be able to close your legs with him between them anyway but he wants an unobstructed view of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over so that he can see how you’ve made a halo of cream at his base, length shining with how much he can turn you on, the insides of your thighs smudged with blood and darkened with love bites. 

“A-Adrian, please.” You cry out as you begin to tremble and all that pressure building up in your belly finally collapses in on itself, sending utter bliss washing through your body. He bites you again, over your breast this time, and lets out a muffled moan of his own. You’re contracting so tightly around him that it’s got his hips stuttering and everything about you from your feel to your looks, your sounds, your scent, your taste has him going right over the edge with you. A whimper escapes him as he slows down his steady but firm pace, now just grinding into you as he pumps you full of warm cum. He leans down over you more and shifts your hips so that it’s less likely for it to spill out of you. 

You’re both pushed to your most sensitive states but he doesn’t care and continues to grind into that soft spot of yours with his tip over and over and over, pulling soft, wet noises from your fluttering walls. He fucks his cum deeper into you, not wanting a drop to spill from your body for now and yet he’s already anticipating the sight of seeing it leak from you when he pulls out. Alucard’s body feels as though it’s on fire with the overstimulation settling into his being and yet he’s enjoying you far too much to care and with those beautiful tears prickling the corners of your glittery eyes, he can’t find it in himself to stop. 

He nuzzles into your bloodied neck as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you close to him and encouraging your spine into an arch. You’re trembling like a leaf in the wind but he’s right there with you, desperate sounds slipping past bloodied lips for the both of you. Eventually, he reaches the pinnacle of that sweet fire in his veins and he finally goes still. He presses a kiss to your collarbone reverently and then slowly pulls out, mindful of how sensitive the both of you are. Just as anticipated, he’s blessed with the sight of your puffy pussy that glistens with your juices and leaks his thick ropes of cum, framed by your pretty thighs that he’s bruised with his mouth and punctures with his teeth, smudged with blood. 

He lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms, bodies damp with sweat and blood. You curl up against his toned, scarred chest and he’s holding the most precious thing in the world. He smooths your hair back and away from your face, lips pressing to your forehead as he closes his eyes, coming down from his high. He cups your cheek and then kisses that next.

After around ten minutes, he gets up to begin doting on you like royalty. You deserved every bit of pleasure he was capable of giving and now you deserve every ounce of care. 

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⸻ 𝑃ℛℰ𝒮ℰℛ𝒱ℰ!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ the belmont family has endured for centuries, and it’s now up to richter to keep it going strong. there’s only one way to ensure the expansion of his bloodline, and it’s simple; knocking you up.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 6k+ words of . . . ) richter belmont x fem!reader, canon-divergent, set in the 18th century (1700s), nsfw/smut, porn with very little plot, established relationship, size difference, nipple play, handjob, panty-ripping, p-in-v, heavy breeding kink, many mentions of pregnancy, missionary, tummy bulge, lotus position, creampies, richie’s a bit cocky (when is he not!), use of pet names (e.g. darling, love, good girl, rich, richie . . .), richter calls reader a ‘ cockslut ’ once, explicit language, lowercase intended, black coded, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ after binging castlevania (nocturne), i instantly fell for that gorgeous man richter & his baby blue eyes ><  he’s got a sharp mouth, a pretty face, and nice biceps– of course i’m in love with him! i just had to whip up somethin’ for my favorite belmont (dunno why, but i heavily believe their clan is crazy about breeding hmm) this was supposed to be an itty bitty drabble, but it ended up much longer than i thought it’d be . . . and might i warn you that this is mostly just sappy, nasty filth. now, please enjoy this smutty piece of work for richie! ❤︎

richter has made the renard household your favorite place on earth. more specifically, you’re fond of his homey bedroom. it’s got this olde charm to it, and a wide glass window with french-pinewood framing; one that offers a pleasant view of the grassy fields and neighboring stream that surround the cottage. 

over anything else, his bed is surely the best part of it all. there’s a fluffy duvet in that dusty-blue color he likes, one so large that it covers his long legs even when they tangle between yours. the quilted mattress has just the right amount of space for two lovers, and is comfy enough to keep you warm throughout the night, considering the chance you might stay over. 

though, there is a downside, as nothing can be perfect— it creaks far too much when he fucks you. 

it’s not often that the both of you can make good use of that bed of his, especially when the noise makes things terribly obvious. you wouldn’t dare attempt anything improper in richter’s room with his adoptive family just a brief set of steps away. 

there's a time for everything, but not that he cares. you try paying no mind to richter’s lingering touches along your waist, and how he mischievously dives underneath your bottoms to grab at the fat of your ass with a wicked grin; all as his aunt tera boils porridge and beans by the stovetop downstairs. you’re sure he finds joy in the risk, or more in provoking you. 

it’s only when the house is empty, apart from you and richter and nothing else, that you can have your fun. like now, for instance. it’s out of pure luck that tera decided to pay a visit to the farmer’s market, and for maria to tag along with her mother as well. they mentioned something about wanting to buy the best of what the early-autumn harvest had to offer, with the meats being juiciest and the produce fresher than it’s been all year. 

you believe that’s why richter’s got so much stamina— the plenty of food he’s been scarfing down lately. or, possibly, it could just be him . . . nothing but him, and his unexplainable belmont genes that make him fucking superhuman. he swears he’s normal, but the way he picks you up with such ease as soon as his family steps out the door can only be deemed as unnatural. 

he's quick to sweep you off your feet, in the most abrupt way he can, of course. richter grins over the way you squeal as he whisks you past the kitchen, ‘round the table, and down the corridor. his hands work at keeping you upright, palms firmly planted under your thighs. he carries your weight like that of a feather and doesn't break a sweat. but considering where he’s headed, straight to his bedroom, that’ll soon change. 

“don’t go getting all surprised on me,” richter voices a lighthearted whisper. he kisses the part of your neck that he can manage to reach from above the collar of your blouse, “you know what we do once we have the place to ourselves.” 

“you snatched me off the ground without notice, i’ve all the right to be surprised— ohmygod, richter!” you sputter out a laugh, with his mouth on your flesh being so ticklish. you can feel his lips curving upwards, taking the shape of a smile. your arms fling around the back of his neck like second nature, fingers carding through his fluffy brunette hair. with zero patience, as always, richter kicks the door in with the shallow heel of his leather thigh-boot, slips into the room with you still in his arms, and shuts it closed by pressing you up against it. 

he was right about one thing— once tera and maria leave, this is exactly how it goes. clothes are torn off with haste (mostly on richter’s end, as you could imagine), heated kisses are exchanged, and he spits the nastiest words with that sharp mouth of his in order  to get you all worked up. the night sky and moonshine from the window gives his room this subtle tone of blue, but he makes you feel red-hot. 

richter keeps you right where he wants you; held up by his unfiltered strength, with your back to the door. one moment, he’s drawing closer to you, raking over every detail of your face with nothing but admiration swirling in his eyes. by the next, his lips are moving languidly against yours, slightly unruly yet undeniably passionate. you wouldn’t dare admit how much of a damn good kisser he is. the man’s ego would fucking skyrocket.

though, you really don’t have to tell him anything. the way you reciprocate his affection says it all. he breaks away for a sparing moment, but not before bringing his tongue across your bottom lip in one playful swipe. it’s light, teasing, and completely of his nature.

“i can see it in your eyes, y’know.” richter chuckles at how you lean forward to chase after the warmth of his lips again. he brings you to your feet so he can slip off his fingerless gloves and undo any harnesses. he then crouches a bit to unzip his boots. 

“see what?” you airily huff, haphazardly undoing button by button on your blouse until it’s completely open. similarly, he begins to make quick work of his top. you enjoy the flexure of his biceps as he pulls them out from the sleeves of his cerulean blue blazer-vest that he drops once free of, allowing it to scatter to the ground. you catch onto its emblem; the belmont crest, neatly embroidered upon the breast-pocket. 

“how much you want this,” richter peers down at you, eyes gleaming the prettiest tint of blue. “it’s cute, how obvious you are.” his upper half is bare, and the smooth canvas of his chest is all can focus on while he closes in on you. you’re trapped between the sturdy door and his heated body, and you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. 

“you’re practically salivating over the thought of getting fucked, yeah? bet you wouldn’t mind if i took you right here.” he grins as he says it, staring unashamedly at how cleavage pools from your brassiere. richter creeps a finger underneath the strap, tugs it down and does the same with the other, dipping his head low to pepper your bare shoulder with feather-light pecks. before long, the bra’s at your feet. 

“hm, but you’re no different,” you manage out, reveling in the warm lashing of his tongue against your nipple. it buds up the more he suckles at it.

“really, now?” he eventually parts from your breasts and rises back up to his full imposing height, carrying that faint smirk he forever wears. he looks so adorable this way— cheeks pink, lips spit-streaked. richter takes hold of your bottoms from either side of you, and swiftly brings them down with what you could only call pure impatience. 

“yes, really. you’re just as desperate,” you counter him, reaching low to prove it. your palm grazes his bulge, and you give a few thorough squeezes; the kind that makes his mouth drop open. 

“look at you, almost bursting out of your pants,” you quietly giggle, gazing up at him through the wisps of your lashes. richter wonders how you make such light fun while using your touch to undo him all at once. his breathing quickens, and it gets just a little heavier with your every attempt to caress his throbbing cock through his trousers. “seems like you need it more than i do, doesn’t it?” 

“oh, fuck me . . .” richter whines, settling his head into the slope of your shoulder. your touch leaves him, just for a moment, to rid him of those restrictive pants. his cock springs free from its confines and bobs under its own weight. he’s got more length than girth; a good six or seven in size, with two thick veins running along the underside of him. the faint-pink tip prods at your thigh, staining your skin with precum. 

he bucks against you hungrily, fingertips digging into the seams of your panties. you think you can hear them splintering apart. in the heat of things, he always winds up tearing your good underwear. 

richter could ease into this moment and let your hand work him senseless, but there comes a time where he decides to end the charade. there’s also no knowing when his aunt and sister will return. he wants to make the most out of the unpromised time you have. 

and so, he cuts your fun short with a mere rasp, “i’m through messing around with you. get on the fucking bed.” 

no malice is found in his words; it’s just the height of his lust. you’d do as told, but richter’s already taking action into his own hands. with two, three— no, four steps, he’s standing at the bedside and splaying you across it. he snags off the remaining of your torn panties, left to suggestively decorate his floor. now, in all your naked glory, you’re bare and ready for him. 

richter crawls over to you and kneels from above where you lay, situated closely between your legs. your thighs cushion either side of his lean hips. he leans down occasionally whenever you plead for a kiss, or wish to thread your fingers through his brown tousled hair. it now looks just a bit wilder than usual. 

“c’mon— open, darling.” he hints at your legs, smoothing his warm palms down from your calves to your thighs. ever the compliant girlfriend, you part them nice and wide for his viewing pleasure. your cunt’s glossy and wet, clenching around nothing but the intangible air around. 

‘oh, how pretty,’ he breathlessly murmurs, dragging two fingers across the expanse of your body. down, down, down, until they’re tracing along your slit. your dripping hole puckers against the pads of his index and middle, and you whimper when he threatens to push two inside. 

“this wet, yet i’ve hardly done a thing,” his voice is ever boastful, “are you sure i’m the desperate one?” both fingers are suddenly replaced with his stiff erection, and he uses the precum-stained tip to catch onto your clit, resting warm and heavy against it. to that, you release a little ‘mm,’ and he taps against your puffy bud with the head of his cock— stopping once your hips start bucking for more. 

“god, you just love to torment me . . . ” you huff out, vexation getting the best of you. “torment you? oh, never.” richter taunts, slotting himself between your puffy folds. he steers the way he glides against you by keeping a thumb at the base. “i just like to watch you squirm, is all.” 

you know how to pry what you want out of him; a little bit of begging here, a small ounce of praise there. you lift your hips to grind against the underside of him, emitting soft moans whenever he rubs against your swollen clit just right, “richter, please. i really need your cock . . .”  

“oh, baby,” he bites at his lower lip, giving in just as you expected of him. “i love it when you ask nicely.” in one fluid motion, he fits himself past the fleshy ring of your entrance and slips right inside. noise falls from you both; you’re gasping at the steady push, doing your best to accommodate every given inch, and richter’s letting small groans escape him, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips. 

“always so fucking . . . tight,” he emits a shuddered breath, dropping his head to watch himself bottom out deep enough for his balls to nestle snugly against your ass-cheeks. you’re well connected now, to the point where his own pelvis has become sticky with your arousal. chestnut fringes drop into his view, and he sweeps his hair back with one hand threading through it. 

“you’re taking it all so well this time,” he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a subtle grin playing on his lips. “such a good girl for me.” the connection between you two pulsates. he starts to build a delicious rhythm— drawing out for just a second, and pushing back in by the next. he watches you melt beneath him, your eyes sealed shut and mouth agape. a tangly string of moans tumble from your plush lips. richter’s no composer by any means, but the sounds he pulled from you is nothing short of beautiful music. 

he’s without resignation tonight, and you notice his intensity when handling you. those naughty hands of his cup and squeeze and rub, his thrusts are fast, and you're sure that the resounding ‘smack!’ of skin-upon-skin can be heard from outside the window with how loud it’s become.  

richter’s got your wrists bound above your head using the grip of only one firm hand, while he uses the other to keep your leg perched over his broad shoulder. his cock pushes deeper inside whenever he rolls his hips into your own, and your toes curl against the sheets with every stroke. when ramming in, his breath goes shaky at the sight of your body lurching, and pulling out makes his eyes roll back with how hard you’re clamping down on him, practically begging him to stay. 

you’re soon to unravel, and you can tell he is too. his thighs begin to tremble, and his pace is less timely. nearing ecstasy, you already know what richter’s bound to ask you: 

“where do you want me?” 

without fail, he poses the same question by the near end of every session. and each time, you opt for the safe route, even though you secretly wish for more. your answer mostly varies on whatever position he’s got you manhandled in. bashfully, you’ll instruct him to cum over your ass if he has you bent over, or your tits if he’s been ogling them the whole night. sometimes, you’ll even let him decorate your pretty face with his seed— now that drives him mad, so much so that you always go another round or two afterwards. 

but your true desire is, by far, much filthier than the rest. you’re nowhere near daring enough to plainly admit that you want his cum inside of you. as in, womb-filling placement. pregnancy-inducing, even. 

though, something’s come over you tonight. you think richter’s finally ‘fucked you stupid’ the way he always cockily threatens to. or, maybe having him settled within you just feels too good to give up so soon. you don’t want him pulling out this time, you determine. what you need is for him to stay right where he is, to keep you stuffed whole with his warm love. all you want is for him to do it— 

“inside,” is your breathless cry; a risky plea of the very thing he spends lone nights getting himself off to the thought of. richter isn't sure he heard you right— no, it must be a cruel figment of his perverse imagination. a bead of sweat's caught along his raised brow, those blue eyes of his carry a hooded glow, and his face, bearing a cutely furrowed look, grows pinker than before. 

“what?” 

“oh, god,” you whine, face gone hot. “richter, i . . .” the words melt off your tongue and fizzle into nothing. 

“you . . ?” he plays around your hesitance, drawing out the word with some light goading. you sigh rather than responding, and it’s a dramatic one, because does he really have to make you repeat yourself? richter gazes down at you expectantly as he slows his movements, finding purchase on your waist to come to an unsteady pause. his fingers drum along your sides, awaiting more clarity. 

your voice is small when you manage to confess, “ . . . i want you to cum inside of me.”

you think you can see the very moment that he fucking breaks. it’s like his resolve’s a porcelain vase, oh so delicate, and you’ve just pushed it to the floor and cracked it into a million tiny pieces. he releases this low groan, one that makes your pussy flutter at the sound of it. you can feel how rapidly his cock throbs from within you. you’re sure he’s about to paint them white. 

“shit . . . you don’t mean that.” 

“i do, rich. i want this.” 

you blink up at him, pleading with glassy eyes and the very pout that makes his heart throb. god, he wants to kiss you so messily right now. and that he does— closing in to slot his lips against yours, working his tongue down your mouth, and separating with a distinct pop! you moan against richter’s lips as his clutch on your waist intensifies. 

“you’ve gone ahead and finally drove me fucking crazy,” he thickly swallows, “you don’t know what you’ve just done to me, do you?” richter takes hold on both sides of your face, painless but firm. you mumble aloud what sounds like his name. he can’t be sure, as you’re muffled from the way his grasp is making your cheeks puff out. 

“oh, darling, you don’t.” richter seethes, knowing how you like it when he gets a little mean, “because if you did, you’d know that spewing that kind of shit will make me fuck you like a senseless animal,” his toned body is hunched over yours, eliminating any space there once was between you, “that i’d fill up this greedy little cunt until you’re overflowing with my cum,” his octave drops, tone dangerous, “that i wouldn’t be able to stop until we’ve both passed out on this goddamn bed.” 

“mmph, rich . . .” you weakly attempt, whining through your lips that he keeps pursed between his thumb and index that press into the fat of your cheeks. 

“what was that, love? you wanna be stuffed with my cum?” his tone is a mocking one, but you dumbly nod anyway. he mirrors the rocking motion of your head, amused with your desperation, “fuck yeah, you do. can feel you getting wetter at the thought of it.” 

you haven’t got it in you to feed into that typical banter with your boyfriend. you only want him to do just as he said and ‘fill you up.’ you're pawing at his bicep with one hand, and the other one clasps over the wrist of the hand he’s using to squish at your face. ‘want it,’ you start, fingers skimming across his arm, ‘so badly, rich!’ 

“fine, then. you’re such a needy thing,” he gives in, figuring you’ve endured just about enough of his teasing. richter holds himself by the base, and pulls back to trace your gaping hole with his cockhead. 

“you asked for this,” he pants out, “to be fucking bred.” 

just as before, his entrance is a smooth one; even if your grip on him is so taut that he can barely manage to move. you’re moaning again, aimlessly circling your hips in an attempt to match his movement. 

patterns repeat themselves— like richter’s desperation that always manifests itself through harsh rutting. his mind goes blank every time he’s encompassed by your sweet, warm pussy. he aches for it, for you, as though he wasn’t just indulging. he was this close to release just minutes ago. the sensitivity is still there, you notice from how his tip pulses from within you. he’s been holding out on himself, trying to make this count. 

richter dedicates the next several minutes to flipping and folding you into at least two different positions, bodies merging with a zealous haste. as always, the bed creaks and whines with every pivoted motion made upon it. nobody else is here to complain about it, so the noise is ignored rather than worried over. after all, there’s something gratifying about the sex being hard and thorough. 

there’s more fervor behind his loving this time, and it’s because he’s got the end in mind. yes, the finishing is what he anticipates; once he can finally, finally pump you full of all the cum he has to offer. and maybe— no, definitely, he’ll have you knocked up after it’s done.  

the prospect excites him more than it should; giving you a little bright-eyed belmont. richter’s always seen replenishing the sacred bloodline as a responsibility that only he alone holds. the very last one, he is. who else apart from him could return their clan to its original glory? 

a good amount of years ago, as richter can’t bring himself to remember a particular number, his mother would present him with countless tales of their infamous family. how they’d slay monsters of the night with the utmost ease, gifted with holy tools and magic of old passed down throughout the centuries. he wouldn’t like to admit how much it’s gotten to his head; or moreso, how important he sees it to expand the family tree. 

god willing, the pair of you will have babies, lots of babies, and mark the start of a new generation of vampyre slayers. it already helps that he loves to fuck you at any given chance. breeding you had always been lingering at the back of his mind, even back when the pair of you first coupled over ten months back . . . but he never really thought so deeply about it until you confessed your deep desire, and forced him to come to terms with his own. 

“thinkin’ of you pregnant,” he reveals, voice honest and vulnerable, “god, what a beautiful sight. my woman, all round and full with my love . . . ” 

“mm, that sounds— possessive,” you breathe out, body steadily rocking at the pace that richter’s set. you’re cracking your eyes open and sparing him a glance, just to see that he’s already staring back down at you. like you’re his everything, it seems. that twinkle in his eye is reserved for you only, and it makes you throb with want. 

“oh, i’m sure it does.” he doesn’t bring himself to deny it. he wants you marked by him in every possible way. for anyone to take a glance at your rounding belly months from now and just know that he touched you thoroughly and fucked you right. 

“but you should understand just how fortunate you are, baby,” he coos, “do you know how many bitches would kill for this seed you’re getting tonight? hm?” richter drones on, “you even sure you deserve it?” 

he knows full well that you do. if there’s any woman on god’s green earth that he wants to give all his love to, it’s indisputably you. he’s simply rousing you up, making you ‘earn’ it. the man likes to tease, and you can’t help but enjoy being on the receiving end. 

“well . . . you’re planning to give it to me, aren’t you?” even with him wrecking you, body sore and hair disarray, you're still able to check him. “i am,” he sighs, “and you’re gonna feel it all the way in here,” a large palm of his splays across your abdomen. from over your tummy, he feels the outline of his own cock, pressing in and sliding out before ramming it’s way back in again, courtesy of his rolling hips. 

it spurs him on to see that he doubles you in size, so much so that his dick leaves a bulge. richter bets that he’s stretching out your cunt in the nicest way— just look at how you’re taking it with hazy eyes and quivering legs. no wonder you want his cum so badly; because who else throughout all of goddamn machecoul could give you such good orgasms? which other man could possibly fill you up with such valuable seed? 

“i swear, m’gonna give you a baby,” is richter’s shaky promise, moaning throughout, and his cock throbs twice in a row. he’ll make you a carrier of the next generation of belmonts, he swears it. and oh, is he sure you’ll be an amazing mother. the thought makes his head buzz. he vividly pictures you, tender and swollen in the tummy and breasts, waddling around cutely due to carrying his very own child. he could cum just by thinking about it too hard . . . 

and he does.

“oh, god, i’m gonna— oh, fuck!” his balls constrict, his pelvis becomes tightly-strung, and before he knows it, he’s emptying his thick load inside of you. 

“yes, rich . . . give it to me,” you softly purr, allowing him to ease his weight onto you as he shudders from the high and his limbs go weak. from where he has his face smushed against your cushiony chest, he bites at your left breast while cumming some more. it spurts out in hot streams, accompanied by the twitching of his sensitive dick. he lazily humps against you, and a bit of semen seeps past your cunt, trickles down the length of him, and pours out onto the sheets beneath. you knew it’d be satiating to be filled to the brim. 

he feels like he could fall asleep right here atop of you. even with his head’s swimming in a thick cloud of lust, and though the aftermath of his climax lingers, he’s still able to deliver slow rubs to your little bud.

“hope you’re ready for another,” he reaches down between you and swiping his graceful fingers across it, “because we aren’t fucking done yet.”

you hardly get a chance to bask in how nicely he’s loaded your womb, or the delightful tingle he brings when playing with your clit. richter, always a step ahead, uses his small bit of remaining energy to sit upwards with his back to the bedpost, and hauls you onto him so that you’re straddled over him just the way he likes. he gets the best view of your jiggling boobs this way.

“of course you still have it in you,” you lightly laugh. given his endurance, richter’s usually able to maximize his stamina through plenty of rounds. “i also wouldn’t mind being filled a second time . . .” you set your forehead to rest against his, bringing up a hand to swipe hair away from his gorgeous face eyes, “i liked it.”

“and i loved it,” he’s quick to admit, “should’ve been finishing inside you long before now.”

you smile over his comment and wiggle your ass over his semi hard-on, growing stiffer with every sway of your breasts in his face. his hands are busy holding you from either side, so you go out of your way to stroke along his cum-dirtied cock, white dripping alongside it. he groans at your touch as you help him in finding your entrance. your mouth falls open when sinking down on him, and he rushes to lick and suck at your lips. for the third time tonight, he makes himself at home in your inviting cunt. 

and so, it begins again; his ceaseless tempo. your partner's grasp is hot and strong, pulling you off and slamming you back down onto him however he pleases. you cry out for more, and he’s capable of giving it to you, so he does. richter pistons up into you— out, in, out, in, molding you to shape the very curve of his veined cock. blush colored a fiery pink scatters his face from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears. 

“again, richter,” you gasp out, “cum inside me again . . !” oh, just look at that. now he’s built you a rotten little addiction. from here on out, you’ll probably always be left craving the fulfillment gained from him dumping his load into your pussy. personally, he doesn’t mind sating you. if it eases your mind and satisfies your heart, of course. after all, he’s surely developed a new kink of his own after tonight.  

“oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you, cockslut?” his fingers dip between your bodies to slide against your clit once more, “to let me impregnate you again, and again, and again . . .” he punctuates his sharp words with the lurch of his sturdy hips, knocking up into you until you’re jolting in his lap, breasts bouncing against his solid chest. 

he doesn’t mean to come across in an offish way, or sound so mean. it’s just that when he gets like this, with your warm body so pliant at his fingertips, his mouth just tends to . . . run. more than usual, he supposes. the belmont just says whatever comes to mind, no matter how vulgar. 

richter’s bright blue eyes follow the motion of your tits with every thrust. he slams in, hips pressed to you as close as it can get. he’s burrowed into you so deeply that his curly patch of dark pubes friction against your bundle of nerves. he’s twitching at the underside for every time your velvety walls suck him in further. you’re trying to milk him fucking dry, he believes. 

there’s only so much stimulation that the pair of you can take in one night alone. 

‘goddammit’ he grits out. before long, richter’s fucking you full of another stream of cum. his orgasm, hot and blinding, triggers your own; you’re creaming all over him, wetting his cock with the juices you squirt out. you’re sobbing out his name and shaking in his lap, so he holds you. a secure hand of his comes up and cradles your head to his chest, stroking your hair and calming your spent body, even as the orgasmic waves rush through you. 

a silence comes over his quaint little room, where the ambience was once intense with the steamy air of sex. a chill autumn breeze blows its way through the cracked-open window, cooling your sweat-sheen skin. his dusty-blue sheets are stained with all kinds of suggestive white fluids, and the bed has stopped making all that noise. 

you’re still placed over his thighs in the same straddling stance, one you both feel much too tired to get out of. he tries at maneuvering so he can lie on his back, with you motionlessly laid over him. your breathing is soft and winded, but your heart’s beating fast. he can feel it, with the way your chest is pressed to his own in this position. 

richter eventually slips out, and you whine once he leaves you. he peers down and groans at the spillage of his potent cum, pearly and warm, dripping from your messy little cunt in thick globs. ‘christ,’ he thinks, ‘it’s so fucking much.’  

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and it stirs you from the sleep you were just about to fall into. “what do you say to me, darling?” 

“hmm . . what?” after all those rounds, you’re not here mentally, and he knows it— he’s why. but with the light smirk his lips hold, you’re finally able to get it. he’s waiting for a: 

“t—thank you,” you murmur out, and he tsks.

“oh, c’mon, be specific. thank you for what?” 

he's simply insufferable. oh, but you love the man, so you'll let him have his way, just for tonight.

“thank you for . . giving me your cum, richter . . .”

he hums in what appears to be satisfaction. it sounds like the prettiest set of words when falling from your lips. he’d fuck you again if the both of you weren’t completely spent. 

richter brings a hand to support the back of his head, propping it up a little higher than the pillows can. you snuggle into him, face nuzzling against the firm comfort of his chest, and he throws his arm over your waist, feeling at the plush skin there with a wandering touch. 

his palm slides a bit further down, now planted gently against your stomach. it’ll start to grow in a little while, and get real big and plump with your baby fostering inside. maybe they’ll have your nose and complexion, with his eyes and attitude . . . he lets a grin overtake his lips, feeling more than accomplished. 

“you’re a lucky fucking woman,” richter coos, hand lovingly rubbing over your tummy, “you’re gonna be carryin’ belmont blood now.”

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[daisynik7]

Pairing: Alucard x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: vampires, blood, periods, smut – cunnilingus during a period, vaginal sex (doggy), creampie

Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, thanks for all those who encouraged me by saying they'd read this hehe. Enjoy! Divider by @/ohmarigold!

It’s been a little less than a month since you waltzed into the desolate castle nearly ten miles from your hometown. You’ve heard the rumors about it through whispers on the streets and drunken confessions at the bar. It’s Dracula’s estate, the bearer of demons and disaster, though he has since perished. It’s been told that the deed was done at the hands of his own son, Adrian Tepes, better known as Alucard. Surely, you had to check this out for yourself to see if the legend stands true.

What you didn’t predict was falling for the allusive charm of the son of Dracula. That you’d be living here as a permanent resident and take the role as Alucard’s forever human plaything. And that you love it. You love him. In the span of a few short weeks, you’ve completely abandoned your mundane life to share your exciting future with this dhampir. It really is something out of legends.  

Tonight, you lie in bed with him, snuggled close to his body. His breath tickles you, his fangs barely grazing skin as he presses delicate kisses along your neck. You giggle, running your hand through his silky hair, tugging him back to kiss him on the mouth. “Adrian,” you whisper, sucking on his bottom lip.

His fingers are nimble on your thighs, inching their way closer and closer to your arousal until you grab at his wrist, stopping him. He looks at you, confused. “What is it, darling?” 

Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, turning your head the other direction to avoid his brilliant gaze on you. “I’m bleeding,” you answer meekly.

“Bleeding?” 

You nod, confirming it, still too shy to look him in the eyes. He contemplates for a few seconds, understanding what you’re trying to say to him. Then, he laughs softly, giving you a delicate smooch on the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart. You think that’s going to stop me?” He nuzzles your ear, voice low and sultry. “I’m even hungrier for it now.”

Your cheeks burn, simultaneously flustered and aroused as he quickly positions himself between your legs, his golden eyes burning into yours, full of lust and desire. He tugs at your undergarments, already a dark spot of crimson leaking through it. Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out, lapping at it for a taste before puckering his lips to suck on the damp fabric. He hums, delighting in the taste of you, of your blood. The mere thought of it makes you dizzy but seeing him smirk at you with your ruined panties between his lips has you aching. “Touch me, Adrian,” you beg, voice trembling. 

He pulls your underwear down your legs, breath warm on your loins as he speaks. “Touch you how, sweetheart?” He knows exactly what you want, but he’s going to torment you just a bit for almost denying him this pleasure. “Like this?” He licks a stripe on your clit, causing you to squirm from the sudden contact. 

“Yes, Adrian, fuck!” you cry out, your shout echoing from the high ceilings of his bedroom.

“You want me to taste you, is that right?” he taunts, giving you another stroke of his tongue, this time slower and more deliberate.

You nod frantically, clutching the sheets beneath you. He smiles, kissing the plush of your thigh, relenting his cruel teasing. “Of course, my love. I’ll give you whatever it is that you want.” He slides down, his mouth at your wet cunt, glistening with fresh blood and arousal. He licks his lips, ready to indulge in this fine meal you’ve laid before him. 

His thumb rests on your throbbing clit, massaging deep circles into it while he laps at your slit, consuming every single drop of you. Soon, his lips are smeared rouge, his fangs stained red, his pristine skin blushing scarlet, completely enthralled in devouring you. He bucks his hips against the bed, desperate for friction on his hardening cock. A guttural moan emits from his throat as he fucks you into an orgasm with his tongue and fingers, eager to drink all of your juices up. 

“You taste divine,” he purrs. “May I keep going?”

And who are you to deny a vampire of their deepest desires? You give him a weak nod, spreading your legs wider, body already quivering from ecstasy. He pleasures you into three more orgasms until your brain is mush and your limbs are limp against the sheets. Finally, he finishes inside you, taking you from behind, fucking his seed deep into your womb. He watches with a wanton gaze as he pulls out, cock dripping with your combined mess. 

Alucard really is a legend, and you’re more than happy to have found that out for yourself. 

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[pocoyo-yo]

BLOODLUST // BITING ALUCARD TEPES

☆☆☆☆☆

warnings: smut, p in v, missonary (pos.), mating press (pos.), fingering, biting, slight bloodplay, petnames (darling, my love, love), not proof read

song: right here - chase atlantic

kinktober!masterlist

it took time for adrian to allow himself to get intimate with you— he could love you but to let you touch him in such a way? for a good while he couldn't fathom it. but now the man couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't grinding up against you in the dead of night, fucking you slow yet filled with authority.

tonight; the feeling of alucard's cold hand kneading your breasts consumed you. breathy moans of his flowed from between his plump lips— you found yourself a beautiful man.

"look at me," he urged— his other hand had two slender fingers stuffed in your cunt. ".. yes, yes— you're so beautfiul, darling."

it was a habit you had come to notice; alucard only fucked you in ways that he could see your face. he would make sure you didn't hide from him, but also wasn't a fan of you on top of him. you knew why. and you didn't push it because you were happy he was comfortable enough to even be intimate you.

still— your sex life was quite vanilla, pleasurable, but vanilla.

"mm adrian.. fuck .." you whined and dug your nails into your thighs. the pace he had set for his fingers was torturous— only giving your clit little attention here or there.

"i need you prepare you, my love," alucard murmured; his eyes were glued your leaking cunt. your sticky arousal made his fingers and your folds glisten in the moonlight. ".. you can last, yes?"

you glanced at his hand that pawed at your chest— tugging and pinching your hardened nipple. the only reason alucard hadn't fully stripped you was because he found your nightgown cute; so the top was pulled below your breasts and the bottom was bunched up at your waist.

"adrian," you pouted— leaving scratches in your own skin as his fingertips brushed over your g-spot yet he refused to give your more than that. ".. please just fuck me.."

his cock twitched in his undergarments.

"patience, love—"

"— need your cock, adrian, please." you begged without a hint of shame which had your lovers cheeks flushed red.

"wait." he mumbled.

his cock was dripping pre-cum.

"baby please.."

and his temple throbbed from irritation.

"hush, darling." he groaned— feeling your cunt squeeze at his fingers. he knew you; that was purposful.

you whimpered, "need it s'bad, alucard.."

he slide his fingers from your wettness and before he could think laid a hefty slap on your pussy.

"shut," he held your jaw with his other hand. "up."

you stared at him wide eyes. that was new. you doubted it even registered to alucard what he had done to you. you needed to feed on it before he realized, and apologized, then swore to never do it again. because, god he was perfect— thick, blond locks framing his sharp face; anything that man did to you gave you pleasure.

"m'sorry, adrian," you grabbed his wrist and pulled his soaked fingers towards your lips. he stared; confused yet turned on— letting go of your jaw. ".. so so sorry." you pouted before you dragged your tongue up his fingers, tasting yourself, as you sucked and nibbled at his skin.

"just filthy," alucard murmured under his breath. "when did my darling girl get so damn filthy?"

he forced his fingers out of your mouth and pulled off his undergarments— revealing his hard cock that was just about as pretty as himself. a flushed tip and smooth, tan skin with a slight curve to it that always hit the right places— and a single vein that ran along the right side.

your mouth watered at the sight of it and you spread your legs further apart. alucard let out a shudder— your hole was grasping at nothing in anticipation for him.

"alucard.."

he slotted a velvety pillow underneath your hips before he took your legs and prepared to place them on his shoulders.

"hm?" he hummed.

"take your shirt off." you remind him— he was comfortable being bare in front of you now, but sometimes he would still forget out of habit.

"oh," he began. "right." alucard removed his large night shirt and tossed it to the floor. you wanted to kiss his scars like you would on the nights he didn't forget— they held weight but they somehow made him even more beautiful. with that he had your legs on his shoulders. his cock in hand as he slid it in between your slit and tapped the tip against your hard clit.

you clawed at the sheets while he guided the tip inside your cunt. his golden eyes were dead set on watching as your tight hole let his cock sink inside with ease— that was his entire focus, so much so that he almost missed you utter the words 'bite me, adrian'. almost.

he bottomed out inside you with a stutter in his hips.

"bite you?" adrian chewed on his bottom lips while he hovered over you— folding you in half. one of his hands was on either side of your head. "fuck I.. no."

he rocked his hips against your own— his thick cock had you full and stretched out with every thrust.

"p— please," you moaned softly. "no turning.. just bite me."

he shook his head and tore claw marks into pillow underneath your head with his sharpened nails. of course you asked him this while he buried deep in your addicting cunt— letting his cock be drenched in your arousal while being welcomed by your warm, wet walls.

"can't risk it, love," he grunted— a bead of sweat dripped from his nose. ".. just focus on my cock, yeah?"

you whined, "no no.. fuuck!" your body rippled every time the two of you made contact. a bump poked in your belly once he sunk back in— curse him and his skill.

"there you go, darling.. mm shit," alucard laid a kiss on your calve as he began grind himself against your clit here and there. "just let me fuck this cunt—"

"— mmm! f— fuck.. let me, adrian, 'wanna hold you." you pouted in a shakey tone.

he groaned, "hold me then, darling." alucard leaned down further— forcing himself deeper and making you tighter. you pressed gentle kisses on his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck— weaving your fingers through his silky hair.

alucard spoke breathlessly, ".. so pretty— don't need me to ruin this skin."

you nibbled at his jaw and mumbled, "holy— you could never ruin me, adrian."

he pounded into you quickly— heavy pants fell from his lips with every movement. you admired his flushed face as you let yourself claw into his back. the castle was huge; no matter who inhabited it the two of you could do whatever you pleased and not a rumor would spread. so the echoing sound of wettness, the countless creaks, and back to back bangs of the bedframe against the wall came without worry.

which also meant you two could be loud, and adrian sounded like heaven.

"harder— alucard harder!" you pleaded and he furrowed his brows; biting his bottom lip. the tip of his cock pressed hard against your cervix— his thrusts slowed but the power he had behind him had you gasping and leaving scratches on alucards muscular back.

your cunt grew wetter by the second and you noticed the untouched, smooth skin of his neck. he isnt going to bite me, you thought. has he ever been bitten?

you drug your tongue along the cold skin of his neck and alucard shivered. but that wasn't what you noticed in your clouded mind, what you noticed was the whimper that he choked back. your lips curled into a grin before you sunk your teeth into his neck— you could feel the stutter of his hips and his cock throb inside you.

adrian whined— your name flowed from his pink lips. "why—" you pulled back and pressed a kiss to that spot before biting at his shoulder. "—oh god.."

he sucked in a sharp breath, and your eyes flickered to the back of your head as his strokes grew faster and unthoughtout. you gasped and let your head fall back into the pillows— brows scrunched as you reached down and rubbed at your clit.

"yes! yes... y— yes adrian!" you sobbed; thighs shaking at the rapid tightness building up in your core.

alucard stared at you; he was going to cum soon.. he could feel it. and look at you. perfect— the sheen of sweat that covered your skin, your wet and pouty lips, and glistening pussy so easily taking in his cock. you bit him— twice.

and he liked it; but his mouth watered at the sight of your exposed neck.

adrian couldn't.

but alucard yearned for it.

the clear, soft, plump skin... he didn't have to puncture it. alucard leaned in close. if he made you bleed he didn't know what would happen next. so just a nibble— a small poke of his fangs. his teeth connected with your skin.

you let out a giggle and moaned softly— pushing his head further with your free hand. he bite harder. not enough to puncture your skin but it was enough to feel the sting.

alucard eyes widened and his thrusts grew animalistic. your eyes squeezed shut and you gave up on your clit— grabbing his forearm with your sticky hand.

"m'gonna cum, adrian— please!" you whimpered.

"where.. where do you want me?" he groaned softly against your skin.

"in.. inside.." you shivered.

with one hard thrust adrian sunk his teeth into your shoulder just enough that his fangs made two pebbles of blood. your cunt convulsed around his cock as you creamed around him and he buried himself deep inside you. hot ropes of cum shot inside of you— and adrian thrusted weakly in a fit of muffled whimpers at the taste of your blood.

"shhh.. shh." you kissed alucards forehead before he quickly pulled away. digusting at himself for hurting you, but in love with your taste.

"i'm sorry—"

"—m'okay, adrian," you smiled. ".. i liked it.. did you like it?"

alucard stared and panted for a moment before he finally cracked a small smile.

"oh darling," adrian laid down on your chest and sighed. ".. i unfortunately loved it."

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[bandgie]

An Uncertified Doctor

Alucard!smut x fem!reader, my man doesn't get enough attention :(((

synopsis: After an argument with your father about the nightly attacks and his reckless behavior, you find yourself in face with a demon who wants nothing more than to cause you pain. The curse you're given is brutal, needy, and utterly horrid. It's not until a man by the name of Alucard saves you, but at the cost of what's left of your dignity.

content warnings: blood, demons, corpses, drugging, cursed reader, fingering, it get super sticky here, blood, medicine play????, restraints, PIV, some light body mutilation (reader gets slashed across the arm), pullout method (USE PROTECTION PLEASE), oneshot

word count: 7.2k (went a little crzy)

Prologue ~

The children held each other as your mother continued telling stories of monsters. You had heard these a million times, your tiny fingers finding the prickly grass beneath you much more interesting. It was scary the first time you were warned of the beast in the castle, it's thirst for blood. You had cried, much like how the other children cried right now. Begged your mom to not let this monster get you, kill you.

"No!" one of the children cried, making you stop pulling on the grass. "I don't want the monster to drink my blood!" More children started protesting against their invisible enemy, crying and screaming. You turned to your mother, seeing her hide back a smile.

"And it won't get you," she promised, her voice gentle. "You must stay within the village, never venturing too far. And you also must listen to your parents. This monster loves eating naughty children."

That's how you knew this story was meant to scare children into listen to their parents. It become obvious when you did something wrong or bad, they would threaten you with the same blood-sucking demon. Do you want to go to his castle?! Your dad had yelled. I'll drag you there and he'll keep you instead!

The other children began making promises of being good, submissive to their parents. You had a frown on your face, perhaps you were the odd one out. You had a bad habit of not listening to authority, taking things into your own hands. A small part of you thought these stories were made up for you, to make you listen.

It didn't take long for the children's parents to arrive, picking up their terrified children. You watched as your mom went to the parents, most likely to explain why they were so upset. You stood on your tiny legs, walking to eat the remaining snacks that were left over from the school session.

"Ah, sweetie you can't eat too much. Save some room for supper," your mom said behind you. You only laughed though, shoving the remaining goodies into your mouth as you ran. Your mom chased you, bursts of giggles escaping your lips as you let your stubby legs take you as far as they could go.

You squealed when she grabbed you, pulling you up in the air. "No fair!" you screamed. "You're bigger than me!" Your mom only laughed and held you in her arms. You secretly wiped your dirty hands on her shirt, but it was far too obvious to go unnoticed.

She let out an irritated groan and yelled your name, "You know better. Do you want to monster to come get you?" Your giggles quickly died down, your mood turning sour. You huffed and crossed your arms, looking away from your mother, "Monsters are not real! That doesn't scare me."

She tsked at you, setting you down on the grass gently. "Love," her voice was serious, in a way that made you stop your attitude and listen intently. "Monsters are more than demons from the underworld. There are monsters here, on the very dirt you and I walk on. They will hurt you and take you from your family if you wonder too far., if you keep disobeying your family. Do you understand?"

Your small body trembled at her seriousness. Despite being at a young age, you knew that not all people were nice. "Bad men," you whispered, eyes wide. Your mom nodded, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Yes," she said. "Bad men."

She picked you back up and took you inside your small house, your dad already setting up the table for dinner. It stuck with you though, her words, your genuine fear. Even after you had grown, after real, hell-born demons began walking the Earth after the wrongful death of Dracula's wife...

The real demons were human.

Present ~

Your village was in shambles, buildings were half torn down, the smell of death and rotting bodies was pungent, blood painted the ground and walls. Still, your dad tried to make a defense team. A group of men that would fight back against the demons, losing most of the time. You know this was in vain, no mere man could win against a devil's spawn. Your dad was determined however, especially after your mothers death.

You hated how injured he was when he came back home, blood dripping at an alarming rate as you tried to patch him up. Resources was another issue the village, it was depleting. You had to settle for using an old cloth to bandage his wounds, ignoring how your dad said to save any clothes for the upcoming winter.

You sat him on the chair, wrapping the cloth around his arm when tears started to prick your eyes. You sniffed, trying to ignoring the way you wanted to yell at him to stop, to stay safe. You and him had argued about this for months, both of you too stubborn to see the other side.

Still, you cried. Sobbed as you tightened the 'bandage.' Your dad frowned when he saw your tears, using his good hand to wipe them away. "Why are you crying?" You scoffed at his question, anger replacing your sadness.

"Why am I crying?" Your voice is clipped, almost aggressive. "Look at yourself! Your putting yourself in danger, your putting all those men with you in danger! You're going to get yourself killed out there! Do you not give a shit about if you die?"

"Do not speak to me with that tone. Do not curse at me," your father rose he spoke, an attempt to establish the power he has. Before you would have listened, apologize for stepping out of line. Now however, there's nothing to lose. There's not much joy in this house, your dad turned destructive after seeing your moms cold body. Her death changed both of you.

"I will do what I please!" You yelled, standing on your tippy toes to be the same height. "You do! Going out there in a suicide attempt. You don't give a fuck about anything anymore! Not yourself, not this house, not me! I'm your daughter! You're supposed to protect me. You're supposed to stay with me, not those damned beasts!"

You voice was strong, thick with emotion. Tears spilled down your face, hands trembling as you spoke. Your dad was growing angry, you could see how his face turned red and eyes grew dark. "I am protecting you," he argued. "After this village is rid of Dracula's demons, we will-"

You laughed bitterly, interrupting his sentence. "There is no end to this hell," your voice was calmer now, still laced with venom. "I'm not a stupid little girl anymore. It's clear to see that God has abandoned us, there is no way to rid of Dracula's beasts."

Your dad breathed deeply, stepping away from you in an attempt to clam down. You stayed silent as he collect his composure, his thoughts. "Do not speak about the Father is such a way," he warned. "This is a test, a way for the Messiah to see if we really are worthy of walking through heaven's gates."

The church? Your dad has the nerve to preach the church's message when they're the ones that put you in this mess? "You are a fool," you spit, ignoring how your dad balled his fists. "The priests are the ones that caused this havoc. They are the reason mother died."

"Do not!" Your dad yelled, screamed. No matter how upset he got, he never yelled. Sure he raised his voice, but shouted? Never. You jumped, taking a step back as he approached your form. You lowered your head down, shame fogging your thoughts. You went too far.

"Don't you dare speak her name on your mouth. You disgrace me by using her death as an excuse for your temper." Your weeps resumed, looking at the darkness in your dad's eyes. An excuse? You would never. If anything, he was the one using her death to act reckless. You can't keep being in this house, surrounded by the memories of your happy family, what your life was.

What it will never be again.

You pushed him hard, shoving him onto the ground as you ran out of house. He screamed your name, shouting at you to come back. You ignored him, you ignored the bodies you passed, the violent sobs that wrecked you. It's too much to stay here, to endure all the emotional turmoil you have to go though.

So you ran, barefoot. You feet grew wet with the mud and blood mixed. You ran through the gates that kept your village somewhat protecting, ignoring the men on guard that yelled at you. You ran until you couldn't hear them shouting, you ran until the village was nothing but a blurry image in the distance. The grass was soothing under your feet, wiping away some of the wet essence on there. You clutched at your chest, heaving.

Your chest burned, your feet ached, your mouth craved water. You kept pushing forward until you saw a stream. No longer able to keep yourself up, you collapsed, crawling to the water until you were submerged in it. You bathed, drank, and nearly drowned in the stream. Your clothes were drenched, but that didn't matter. They would dry, like your tears.

It had been so long when you had last bathed properly, when you drank clean water. Your dad was coming back home with filtered water, mud still seen in the cups. But this water was clear, it was so easy to see the fish that swam within it. You laid in the water, letting it engulf you with just your head peeking up.

You will have to make your way back home soon, you can't be exposed in the wilderness like that. Demons did not rest, they were active at all times. It's a wonder how you didn't notice any on your way here. The thought of going back home however, was dreadful. You couldn't face your dad, you can't keep pretending like everything is fine and he will be safe. Something needs to change, but what?

You sat up, head thinking of ideas. Prayers do not work like your village had thought. Holy water however, was the real savior. Smaller demons would bursts into flames, bigger ones would be severely wounded. If only the priests at your village weren't cowards, hiding in their sanctuary.

While you were deep in thought, you didn't notice a demon perched on a nearby tree. It watched as you as you stood, water dripping from your clothes. Demons were not dumb creatures, though same acted without thought. They had some intelligence, the ability to plan and strategize. This demon was quite intelligent unfortunately for you, salvia dripping down its lips. It craved to tear your flesh, to drink you screams and break your soft bones. It had a bad habit of playing with it's food.

You walked out of the water, squeezing the parts of your loose dress at the bottom. It wasn't until you heard the soft thud that you looked up, skin prickling in fear as your eyes scanned for an enemy. Then you saw it, a man. He had purplish hair, skin deathly pale, eyes red as blood. You knew his human stature was a way to lure you in, to trust him. This 'man' was a demon.

"Stay back!" you cried, arms out in front of you to keep a distance. "Go back to where your came from, demon!" Your voice shook, eyes watering in fear. It laughed at you, stalking closer.

"That's not very nice," it says, smiling. "I feel hurt by your words, come comfort me." It opens its arms as if it expects a hug, you make a disgusted face.

"Fuck off!" You shout before you run, not caring what direction you're going it. It laughs again, mouth puling back to reveal absurdly sharp teeth. It chased you, letting you tire out before you slowed. It would be easy to take you somewhat compliant.

It tackled you on the ground, rolling on the grass until you were dizzy. It laid on top of you, red eyes sparking in excitement.

"Vermin!" You screeched, arms and legs kicking. "You evil fuck! Get off me!" It caught your violent attempts, easily using one of its hands to hold both of your own above your head. It's weight heavily settled on your stomach, giving you legs no access to kick freely at him.

"I'll kill you!" You threat, knowing how impossible that is. This makes the demon laugh uncontrollably, just for a moment forgetting it's sinful desire to defile you. It used its free hand to wipe a joyous tear, shaking its head.

"Quite the jester are you!" it says excitedly. "You will be fun, but refrain from calling me such cruel names. I am Magnus." You spit in its face, not caring how some of the salvia drips down on you.

"I don't give a shit what you are called, demon," you speak maliciously. "I have to respect for monsters like yourself." It frowns then, wiping the slobber off its cheek and sighing.

"You know, I thought I would enjoy touching your body. Seeing you submit to me in the vilest way possible. However, I think I should just kill you. Painfully," Magnus almost looks sad as he speaks. He sounds as if he didn't really want to hurt you, but you can see the disgusting smile on his face.

Magnus uses his free hand to grab you face, making your lips pucker and shape and 'o' form. Before you have the chance to protest or scream, he spits. You think it's way to get revenge for spitting at him earlier, but he perfectly aimed for the inside of you mouth. On instinct, you swallow. You grimace at the thought, the way is slide down your throat, how sweet it tasted.

You've heard of this. Demons that take advantage of women in the night, ripping their bodies once they're done. Survivors had told stories of the drool. The way the demons saliva was able to make the women crazed with need, make the obedient. You shuddered, you knew his kind. An incubus.

You hated how hot your body got, the desire that pooled in your stomach. Your body was still soaked in water, but you can feel your folds begin dripping in arousal. You shook your head and cried, whimpering at how you body was betraying your throats. You were all to aware of his skin on yours, his body weight pressing down on you. You craved for something to be in the deepest parts you, places you had never bothered touching after the world went to shit.

Magnus smiled as he watched you pant, eyes going wild with hunger. He was not going to give you pleasure, instead he was shred the skin off your meat, make you watch he stuffed his face of your tender muscles. You would only moan he hurt you, your brain would be too far gone to know the difference between pain and pleasure.

Your cunt though, he would not touch that at all. You would soon beg, not caring if he actually devoured your pussy. You would be craving just for someone to touch you there, to penetrate deep inside you. Magnus's fingernails sharpened, dipping his hand to your arms as he sliced the skin. You cried out, blood welting at the wound. He leaned down and licked, moaning at your taste.

"Someone's not a virgin," he muttered. Magnus thought for a moment. He was planning on taking your innocence, but now he's thinking of just fucking you cruelly. That would go against his point of torturing you, he wanted to deny you pleasure in any way possible in the most horrible way.

He sighed, torn between the two options. It was tempting, so tempting to cup your mound, take what little dignity you have left of yourself. Magnus watched as your face contorted in discomfort, fighting the aphrodisiac saliva that traveled in your throat and gut. He wanted to see it twist is pleasure, then rip it from you. Have you crumbling and breaking under him, begging him to stop while secretly wishing he wouldn't.

Before Magnus could choose, you cried out, hot tears falling down your face as you couldn't stop yourself from moaning. "Kill me," you croaked. He was used to this, it wasn't often, but some maidens would beg to be killed before fucked. "Just kill me already," you continued to weep.

The demon smiled, happy with your reactions and sorrow. "No, I quite like it when you beg."

Just as Magnus was going to slice the skin of your stomach with his nails, a large dog appeared, quickly knocking him down to the ground. Your body was released from the demons body weight, you cried in relief and distraught. It took so much strength to sit up, to ignore the aching in your body from running and the demon's drug.

Your unfocused eyes caught a glimpse of a white wolf and Magnus fighting. You groaned as you tried to stand, willing you legs to bend so you could place your weight on them. You were on your hands on knees, feeling disgusted at the drool that seeped down your legs.

You could hear them yelling, Magnus was talking to the animal like it could understand him. You wobbly stood, stop slightly hunched over as you trudged away from the fight.

Left... right... left... right... You walked slowly, trying to build the strength to continue. You should not have yelled at your dad, cursed him and his beliefs. The last thing you will have ever done with him is fight. Tears pricked your eyes again, the burning passion in your body was no match for the pain in your heart. If it's not Magnus that will kill you, it will be the wolf.

The ground rumbled, shaking so violently you feel to your knees. You yelled in frustration, it took so much just to stand. You can't possibly do it again, not when the loud sounds of punches and the pounding of your head rings. Not when your body violently shakes with need, with desire. You hate it, how you go limp on the ground. How your shaky hands find their way between your legs.

You needed something to soothe the ache. It was unbearable, it was inhumane. You placed your hand over your clothes cunt, moaning touch. You're disgusting, you're vile. You're succumbing to the demons liquid, his drug. It's not enough though, not with how tired your entire body is. You wanted more, no, you need more. Your eyes start to close, body shutting down from the deathly arousal your experiencing.

You miss how the white wolf managed to rid Magnus, having him flee from both of you. It moved to you, shape-shifting as it did. There stood a tall man, long limbs with blonde hair that reached his torso. He carefully picked you up, ignoring the lewd sounds you made when he touched you. You were unconscious, but your body was acting as if it was awake. Your sleepy hands gripped, grabbed, and clutched his body, trying to get closer to him.

The man let out an irritated sigh, eyes closing before he walked with you in his arms. He was dreading the thought of dealing with you and the aphrodisiac, but he took you nonetheless.

"This will be such a hassle," he mutters.

~

Three days. You have been in excruciating pain for three days and who knows how more to go. You were informed by the blonde man who saved you, Alucard, that you were cursed. It was a common one succumbi and incubi used for their victims. It was supposed to drive the person insane with need for an undetermined amount of time. It was painful not being touched, and painful being touched. Essentially, you had to choice to die in heat or be fucked to death.

Alucard was working on a potion, a reversal one that would undo what had been done to you by Magnus. He left you alone most of the time, bringing you food and water that you would nearly vomit. Both of you were beginning a routine; him bringing you food, you telling him that only food you need is dick, him forcing the food down you mouth, and you cumming whenever he grabbed your face to force your lips open.

You were beyond mortified when you had creamed your pants from a mere touch of his hand, but he didn't even mention it. By now, he was used to your howls of need, of pain. The way you voice echoed throughout his castle was a constant reminder of the pain you were in. Alucard treated you more like a cat in heat than a cursed human.

Even if it weren't for the curse, you would still want Alucard to stay besides you. It was so lonely to be in a room, chained to the bed (something he had to do for his and your protection). There was no one to talk to, no one to keep you company during this time, nothing to look at.

Alone.

You tiredly fight against your chained hands, your chained legs. Sweat and tears drip down your face, and you could feel the nonstop wetness dripping onto the bed from between your thighs. You haven't touched yourself once since being here. Though you've came, without meaning to, it's still not enough. There's nothing for your pussy to clamp down on, nothing that you could rub between your thighs.

Instead you just lie there, sobbing and cursing at yourself, and Magnus, at leaving your village. None of this would have happened had you stay there. You would have been with company, with human contact, with the only family you have left. More tears slip down your face, and you know it's not just from painful arousal.

Your thoughts are stopped by the door opening, revealing Alucard who has a tray in his hand. You lift your head up to peer at him, taking in his slender frame, long fingers, gentle eyes, and unblemished skin. Just like that, your saddened thoughts are replaced by the familiar need for sex.

You force your head back down onto the bed, biting your lower lip. You're on the verge of begging him to fuck you, though you know he won't. It's futile to even consider, but the skin on your lip still breaks from staying silent. You close your eyes when you hear his footsteps getting closer, you won't be able to stand it if you see him.

"The potion in done," his voice is gentle besides you. This time you snap you eyes open, head turning to his direction. Your eyes land on the tray that has not only food, but a clear glass. It's swirling with green and blue, some gold flecks fluttering around. You left out a sigh of relief, but it comes out like a moan.

Without thinking, you reach for the bottle. You're quickly restricted by the chains, and you yell from frustration. "Fuck Alucard! Just give it to me." You know you're being rude, and it's the last thing you should be to the man helping you. Still, you're not sure if you're asking for the potion or something else.

He set the tray down on a nearby nightstand, grabbing the glass and looking at you wearily. "It's been days since you've been cursed. You could drink it now, but it would take a few more days for the symptoms to clear," Alucard trails off like there's something else, and truthfully you don't have the patience to keep waiting.

"It's possible to also make the symptoms clear up quickly, just within a few hours. However-"

You trash around the bed impatiently. "I don't care! Heal me quickly. I'm not sure I can take much longer." The smell of him has you keening, drooling at the scent. It's the most he's talked to you, and you're clenching around nothing just at his voice. You fear of what you'll do if you have to withstand this feeling any further, death is seeming like a much better alternative.

Alucard's fingers grip the glass a little more harder, and without a word, he sits at the edge of the bed. The dip of his weight makes you anxious, horny, needy. You pray that he quickly gets on with whatever he has to do, but you also wish he can take you. Your body starts shaking in anticipation. This man hasn't even touched you, yet his mere presence makes you vibrate with arousal.

You watch as his hands ghost over your thighs where your dress ends. Your breath hitches, and you nearly cry when he lifts up the dress. He bunches it at your waist, and when his knuckles graze your flesh, you cum. A sob wrecks your body, and your hips left off the bed. You feel so embarrassed, so disgusted with yourself, yet you can't stop the hot pleasure that raked through your body.

Alucard waits until you flop back down into the bed, heavy breathing. Though he's killed demons and his own father, he's never experienced someone with such a curse. You're tempting to him, your soft skin and pleading eyes. The noises you make are so pretty to him, but he knows better than to think anything else.

He's reserved, tucked away in a castle that teleports at will. He doesn't bother with much companionship, let alone a night with a woman. After what happened last time, he swore to stay away from helping people unless necessary. Humans are deceiving, selfish, and everything his father feared. Still, he has a heart, he had a human mother. There is evil in humans yes, but there is also good.

You don't notice how Alucard's eyes travel your body, how his pants start getting a little tighter around the crotch area. You're so out of it, so desperate, it's nearly impossible to ignore you. It takes unbelievable strength to pull your underwear to the side, more to ignore the way the cloth stick to your pussy. Alucard unconsciously licks his lips.

You moan at the feeling of being exposed, of being looked at. You dare to life your head up, peeking at Alucard who dips his middle finger in the cup to coax it in the liquid. He notices your staring, and looks up. "I promise to do nothing indecent. I just have to insert this inside," he explains.

You only moan in response, opening your legs wider for his access. With gentle movements, Alucard smears his finger all over you clit. You squeal, body quivering from the stimulation. He's applying it like ointment, but what he's doing is anything but doctor-like. Alucard is avoiding your bud, the place where you ache for him to touch the most. You try to maneuver your hips so he could graze it, but he keeps one hand at your hips to keep you still.

Though he's touching you, something you've been praying for since you got to his castle, now it's not enough. You begin begging, pleading with him to touch you. You've lost what decency you had left, opting to succumb to the effects of the curse.

"But I am touching you," Alucard protests. You watch as his lips fight from turning into a smirk. Oh he's into this. Now you finally take in how his tongue keeps licking his lip, how dilated his pupils are, the way his fangs poke out from his -

Wait, fangs?

Surely, you must be hallucinating. Delirious from pleasure that you've began seeing things. You blink a few times, trying to get your eyes right. When you open them, however, they're still there. Your eyes widen in disbelief, in shock. You open your mouth to ask about it, but he slips his finger inside.

You whimper instead, fingers clutching the sheets under you. Your eyes roll back to your head, letting your walls squeeze his finger. You're panting, thoughts of his inhuman teeth forgotten as you finally have something inside you.

"Forgive me if you're a maiden," his voice breaks through your moans. "This is the fastest way to the the results you want. Tell me to stop, I will."

You shake your head so harshly, Alucard worry it might fall off. "No! No," you cry out. "I'm not-fuck! I've had- shiiiiiit," Your mouth fails you. It's impossible to speak now that he's started pumping his finger inside you. It's nothing compared to cock, but it's still long enough to have make you squirm.

"Ahh," Alucard's voice is understanding, "I see." Truthfully, he's glad you're not a virgin. It would have been awkward when you've healed, he can't handle confrontation like that. He gives a few more pumps before he pulls out, a string of your essence still clinging to his finger as if begging to not leave.

"Put it back in!" You sob, fighting against the chains. You're left empty, pussy throbbing like it's also crying. Your teary eyes watch as he dips two fingers into the potion. You almost forgot he was giving you medicine, too distracted with how much your desire pooled for him.

"Please." There's no point in pleading, you know he will give you what you need. Still, the thought of being left here again to endure this pain has you worried. Alucard pulls his fingers out of the glass and rubs the liquid on your clit. This time, he does touch the bundle of nerves. You whimper, head thrown back as you relish in his touch.

Alucard releases his hand from your waist to dip his middle and ring finger into the potion. Now his two fingers on each hand soaked, he moves it to enter your cunt. He watched as you mouth falls open in a loud moan as he pumps and rubs you. You're tightening so much around him, convulsing like he's exorcising a demon.

A quiet groan escaped his mouth when you start fucking yourself on his fingers. With the little free movements you have, you shift your hips upwards and downwards. You don't have much energy, but doing this makes it so that his fingers are able to hit your sweet spots.

Alucard speeds up his movements on rubbing you, feeling your insides spasm around his fingers. You're close again, and your lower half is so sticky from all the combined wetness. You don't bother counting on how many times you've finished from his hands, but in how skilled he is. Alucard's movements are calculated, soft, and gentle. Despite making your pussy squelch and squirt, he does it as elegant as ever.

With another loud moan, you cum on his hand, letting your hips still as you savor your orgasm. Eyes closed, legs stiff, and mouth hanging open, Alucard pulls his finger completely away from your body. You gasp, looking up to see him eyeing your spasming walls. Sure, you might need this 'healing' more than him, but he looks as desperate.

It's not until you see Alucard move to the bottle that you notice it's almost empty. Truthfully, you've began to feel the beginning parts of the working medicine. You can think a little clearer, your head isn't pounding as hard, and your body doesn't ache as painfully with desire. Still, your body craves more. From the curse or from your own yearning, only God knows.

"Wait," you speak up. Alucard halts his movements, fingers just above the cup. "What is it?" He asks, "Are you in pain?" Some of the lust in his eyes was replaced with worry, and you would've melted on the spot had you not had your exposed pussy bared to him.

"No, I'm fine," your voice is reassuring. "Actually, I think it's working." Alucard nods, "It seems so, you can speak in full sentences now." You laugh at his words, a little embarrassed at your previous behavior. You chew on your lower lip, now able to feel some shame from what you want to ask.

"Is it possible to..." you trail off. Your eyes scan your nude legs, his wet fingers, then your eyes land on the tent in his pants. Alucard notices this, blushing at your bold vision. "To what?" He pushes. Even if you're being very direct with your eyes, he still needs that verbal confirmation.

You think on how to word it properly so that you don't further humiliate yourself. Then you think, fuck it. "You have already seen my womanhood and felt it yourself. What's the harm in using your cock to apply the serum?" There, you asked him. You let out an exhale, surprised at yourself with your own bluntness.

His eyes widen, then he scans your body. You're tied, chained to the bed. You can't do him any harm even if you wished to, plus you did not seem skilled in hunting demons or anything of the sort. Alucard weighs the pros and cons in his head before coming to a conclusion. "I suppose you're right, there is no difference at this point."

Alcuard stands off the bed, and you watch in anticipation as he rids himself of his pants. Wet hands untie the knot, gently dragging the material down his thighs, calfs, until he hits his ankles. Even in undressing, he is as poise as ever. With nothing underneath, you watch how his dick touches his lower abdomen, the head screaming to the played with.

A hum leaves your lips, legs opening a little wider upon seeing him. Alucard is far too embarrassed to look at you, but you can tell he appreciates your reaction from the red in his face. You yank of the chains enough to have them rattle, forcing him to look up at you. "Rid of these quickly. I think my arms are about to fall off."

You watch as his expression falls a little, a small look of pain crosses his eyes. "I cannot."

You raise an eyebrow, "You cannot?" He nods, confirming your question. "I find it more...comfortable to keep you bind." His tone is set, but the way his eyes meet yours shows his nervousness. You sigh, a little irritated at his request. You click your tongue a few times, thinking. "What about my legs then? Could you unchain them at least?"

He taps his chin thoughtfully, almost forgetting the fact that his dick is still out and proud. "Yes," Alucard comes to a resolution. "Tell me if you feel discomfort." You thank him and watch as he bends over to the bed, easily opening the clamps on your ankles to set you free.

Once your legs are released, you stretch. You feel a few bones pop and groan in satisfaction. Alucard chuckles at you, now finding himself on the bed as he crawls to your hips. Without missing a beat, you reopen your legs. You push your knees up to your chest, letting him adjust in front of you.

Anticipation relights in your chest as you observe him between your legs. Alucard soothingly rubs his hands up and down the back of your thighs, planting kisses on your somewhat sore ankles.

Gentle, you think. You haven't been with a lover in a while, and to be treated so tenderly after so long does something to you. Alucard's sweet, golden eyes meet you. Though you can see the passion and lust in them, you can't help but see fear. It's strange. Why is he one scared when you're the one who's tied? At his will and power literally beneath him, yet it's him who trembles in anxiousness.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you don't know why you say it. Perhaps it's because you want to make him feel better. A part of you regrets even speaking up, but that feeling goes away quickly when he smiles almost shyly at you. "I know," he says. "It's just been a while."

You were going to say that you have also been abstinent, but you moan instead when you feel the head of his cock sliding against your clit. From the previous cum and orgasms, Alucard finds himself humping against you eagerly. He uses his hands to reach down and press his cock harder against you, making sure to apply pressure.

You quiver, eyes locked on his as you hear the slickness of your connecting bodies. Alucard keeps his other hand at the back of you thigh to keep your leg open. His hips move with determination, captivated by your soft flesh.

The curse has not yet fully gone away, so it's not long before you feel the impending build up of yet another orgasm. You're moaning at every thrust Alcuard provides you to let him know that you're close. He watches how his dick glistens from your wetness despite not even being inside you once. Alucard knows it's just the curse effects, but a small part of his hopes it's from his actions.

Just to experiment, Allured dips the head of his cock into your entrance before sliding back out. You clench around emptiness, suddenly eager to cream his cock. "Alucard," his name is magic on your tongue. He doesn't even need to ask what you need nor do you need to say more. You both want it inside.

Alucard groans as he gentle slides his cock in you. There's little to no resistance, and even if there was, you would take only pleasure in the stretch. It's already hard not to when he fills you up so nicely, his girth spreading your lower lips perfectly. You didn't intend to come with his first breach, but you did anyway.

Your body tightens, your warm walls clamping on his dick like you did to his fingers not too long ago. An actual whimper leaves his lips, and you only squeeze him tighter. You can feel yourself pulsing around him, the leaking of your cum down your ass. Surely, you must look exhausted. With a heaving chest, sweaty body, and knotted hair, there must be nothing appealing to your appearance.

Still, Alucard finds beauty in your afterglow. The wet and dry cum spread between your thighs, the way your eyes seem to gloss over every time you finish, truly a sight to behold. It's been so long since he has experienced pleasure to this extent. Alcuard will cherish this moment for as long as he can.

It's why he thrusts into you again, relishing in your overstimulated noises. All you can do, and want to do, is take it. Let Alucard take you as he pleases, as he deserves. He's been so patient, so kind. This is the last he deserves.

Now that both of his hands are on your thighs, you start honing in on his touches. His long hair tickles your legs, even a part of your stomach when he leans down to get a better angle. His fingers dig into your soft flesh, almost possessively. His mouth is open, panting as he fucks into you.

Even in his most primal state, Alucard is still graceful in his movements. You don't think it's possible for any man to look as beautiful as he does in the moment, yet here he is. You unconsciously tug at the restraints at your wrists, desperate to touch him, to kiss him.

His pink, soft lips are all you can look at while Alucard is too distracted with looked at how your cunt eats him up. Now with more confidence, he lifts your legs higher. He pins your thighs to your chest so tightly that it constricts some of your air flow. The current mating press has him close to your face, dick adjusting to the new position.

There's no way you can't not pay attention to his mouth now, his breath on your skin. Alucard is on his feet now, crouched so he could slam into your overstimulated pussy perfectly. He's so deep, so thick that you feel his tip go almost in to your cervix. You cry out, eyes teary as he finally looks up at you.

Alucard looks at you as if he's hurt you, but now he can see the pure lust gaze you have. It's almost as if Alucard had heard your wish to kiss him because the next thing you know, those same lips are pressing down on yours. You moan into his mouth, a sudden burst of pleasure explodes in your stomach.

"Holy shit," you manage to speak. Your legs are spasming insanely, his grip had turned a little harsh just to keep you still. You don't pulling away from his sloppy kiss, you know his thighs must be soaked in your cum.

He is first to break the kiss, letting out a choked laugh before driving into you harder. You didn't even get the chance to come down from your high. Instead, your body moves like a rag doll underneath him from the intense overstimulation. Now you're somewhat thankful for the chains, you have something to grab onto without worry of hurting anyone (besides yourself).

Alucard knows he won't last much longer. Not only is his dick going to explode, but his legs will give out from staying at a squatting position. With loud groans and unfocused eyes, you know he's close. After days of watching your struggle, the desperation for Alucard's touch, he finally gets to soak in all your being.

A part of you wishes that you could do more for him, but the way his face begins to twist in pleasure tells you that he's perfectly happy with how things are now. His hips stutter, your name leaves his lips in aroused chants, and he pulls out.

You gasp at the sudden lost of contact, immediately begging for him to put it back in. Though you have cum an already unknown amount of times on his cock and fingers, you think it's only fair for him to get the same treatment in finishing in your soft pussy no matter how fuck out you are.

He ignores your wails though, he continues stroking himself the completion on your stomach. Wet cum sprouts on your tummy, legs still stuck in the previous position. Though you know you should be grateful for him not cumming inside, you're still thoroughly disappointed. Alucard has the same feeling as you, but he's still gentleman.

You slowly let your legs down, wincing at the soreness and stiffness you're met with. Alucard is quick to help you, gently placing your legs on the bed. You're still breathing heavily, on the brink of passing out when he awkwardly lays besides you. From the way he's panting, he's also just as tired as you.

It takes a while before he's able to speak, turning his head to you. "Are you okay?"

You laugh, also turning to meet his eyes, "Yes, Alucard. I feel great." He hums thoughtfully at your answer, a soft smile on his lips. You want to talk to him more. You want to ask about his castle, how he seems like to be the only one here, where he came from, where he learned to fuck like that.

Despite your curiosity, sleep gets the best of you. And you think this will be the first time you get a good nights rest in years.

a/n: this is my man frfr

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[nezmar13]

Its never clear who chases whom; the moon pursuing the sun or the sun running after the moon

Orlox x Mizrak

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[tonaken]

A closer look_ ADRIAN “ALUCARD” ȚEPEȘ

FIA’S NOTE_ I’m back at it again writing longer pieces hehe. This was supposed to be a drabble/thirst, something with MAX 350-500 words, but I got carried away oops. I gave my baby boy what he deserved

CONTENT_ Thinking of Alucard being a bit…pervy <3

WARNINGS_ ALUCARD x fem!reader, no pronouns used but female anatomy mentioned, AU where Alucard is a famous lawyer (random ik) and your neighbour, voyeur!Alucard, dub-con (you are surprised, but you don’t mind him looking at you), male masturbation, Alucard is a sexually repressed man who is a perv for you <3

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Alucard is a man of principle, one that acts with honor and grace. Delicate and poised, his aura is calm, refreshing. Even under the pressure of his job and status, he doesn’t crumble, he maintains his integrity.

The only battles he fights are in the simmering tension of the courtroom, the sword and shield of justice working for him. He struggles with a higher purpose in mind, far above mere victory, nothing short of world improvement.

He’s ambitious, there’s no denying it, and you can tell, especially after you, his neighbour, pointed it out while congratulating him for a recent important win under his belt. It was just a simple interaction and a casual meeting: he had parked in front of his building, you were going back to yours, and you recognized him from the news.

It was hard not to: long, golden locks that flow silkily and amber eyes that hold a warm determination. A soft polite smile when interviewed next to his innocent client, a perfect complexion that appeared like alabaster in the flesh. He was dashing.

He was a bit standoffish when he thanked you, fearing you were some kind of journalist, ready to squeeze him some more after the long day he had. But then you introduced yourself - y/n, he remembers - and he calmed down.

You never talked again after that, too immersed in your respective lives, heads low and buried in work, dragging feet on pavement in the late hours of the night. He always kept an eye on you though, a wandering glance that strayed from his lamp-illuminated cluttered desk. Whether willingly or otherwise he’s not sure.

He knows your routines, the time you get out in the morning, and the three-hour window you should be home by. He knows your weekend rituals and some of your hobbies. He does notice the way the plants on your balcony lose a bit of foliage to then flourish as if nothing happened. Pruning does wonders, it seems.

You’re a decent person, and as high his values and dreams are, he finds your simpler life fascinating. It attracts him, just like you do.

But, a man who knows he doesn’t have time for romance shouldn’t be doing this, he thinks. You seem to be only missing that special person in your life, he barely has time to clean his own house. Your lifestyles are incompatible, he counters; you have fixed work hours, he pulls all-nighters after a day in court. You wouldn’t like him, he argues; you have hanging plants all over your apartment, his body runs exclusively on caffeine.

He gives up even before starting, and as rare as that is for him, he renounces the fight. No, not one against some pesky criminal, or some astute lawyer. It happens to be one against himself, and that makes everything that much more difficult.

Legal quibbles are easy to dodge and unravel, but over the meanders of the heart no laws apply, and oddly enough, it’s within himself that he feels the most lost.

He doesn’t recognize himself when he finds himself fighting his own desires, desires that have become low, unlawful, unrighteous. His eyes drift away from the view before him, but his instincts pull him back again. How shameful of him.

Your curtains are missing, courtesy of spring and the cleaning it brings along with it. Your shadow dances across the windowpane, a stark light showing off a perfect outline. The glass has a frosty finish, and he remembers that it’s your bathroom he’s looking into. A perverted curiosity twists in his belly at all the possible outcomes, but when faced with the view of you undressing, his conscience tries to make an effort to peek through his desire-induced haze.

Your arms raise as you take off your top, but Alucard stays put, tuned in with the show. When you slightly bend over to take off what seem like bottoms, he sees in his mind’s eye the rough fabric that slips off your wonderfully soft skin. He imagines the tender, itchy dents the stitching left behind, and for a second, he would love to kiss them better.

Same goes for the bra he now so clearly sees hanging from your fingers. Your hands trace the patches of skin the straps dug in, and as you focus on massaging the discomfort away, he takes in the silhouette of your chest, nipples sticking out. He licks his lips.

You kneel down again and you're holding another piece of fabric, one with an indistinct shape. But then he notices how thin it looks and he understands. It’s your panties. He wonders how they look on you, what colour they are, and how they contrast with your skin tone. The way the elastic would sink into your flesh, if there is any skin that overflows from the rims, if there’s any fat that spills around your thighs, some he could bite into. His tongue runs over his teeth.

And then, his thoughts wander into much more dangerous territory. He recalls how you’ve just come back from work, twilight running away from the night. He ponders, is there a damp spot in your panties? One he can touch, lick, taste?

He envisions you walking around and adjusting them, maybe for riding too high and disturbing you. He feels hot at the mere thought of the gusset getting trapped in between your pussy lips, rubbing on your clit as you cross your legs during the day.

He’d lap at it to cure the irritation, if you’d let him. Or he could just stretch the material back into its rightful place, and just lick his fingers later. And oh, how good you'd smell. He can only rely on his mind’s imagination to come up with something. A heady, musky scent, but unique to you. He inhales deeply.

Unfortunately for him, you step into the bathtub, too low for him to see through the window. He exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding and a cold sweat takes over him.

Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s disgust, maybe it’s disappointment. It’s twisted, dirty in soul and spirit. It shows in the clench of his tight fist, his palm rough and hot against his skin. It displays in the squeeze of his eyes, blown pupils losing focus. It unfolds in the splatter of his seed, webs of it breaking in between his lithe fingers.

The light of your bathroom is long gone by the time he gets into himself. A few stray droplets fall on the carpet beneath him as his hand dangles from his lap, stained, tarnished from his sin. He stares at his paperwork, half page annotated, whilst the rest sits bare, orderly, stern characters swimming in a sea of white. His mind wanders a bit and as his eyes travel along with it, they reach the other side of the street, once again.

Your bedroom windows sit open, but this time, his stomach doesn’t flip in anticipation, nor do his loins burn in need. You walk in lazily, your hands fumbling with light, airy fabric. You’re wearing a robe, one that wraps around your waist and falls softly on your chest. He admires you while you set your new curtains, arms raising and stretching with a gentle grace he’s learnt to appreciate in the last few months.

He tries to remain unmoved, even when your breast spills from its loose confinement, but then there he goes again. His breath hitches and his pulse quickens.

You’re slow in fixing your wardrobe malfunction, seemingly oblivious to how exposed you are. Your hand reaches for the fold hanging off your shoulder, to then put it back in place, fingers taking their time to take in the softness. Your relaxation seems almost intentional, showy, purposeful. It’s a doubt that settles in his mind, one’s which answer he doesn’t have to toil for, though.

He jumps in his chair when your eyes meet his, and, for a split second, he forgets his desk lamp is on. He launches himself in search of the switch, sheets upon sheets of paper now littering the floor, twirling in the air in an array of scribbled white. He quickly gives up, and in a desperate attempt, pulls the lamp’s plug from its socket. It’s a bit comical how he scurries once he’s caught, and you can’t avoid finding him, at the very least, endearing.

He faces you with his back, hand high on his forehead, deep in thinking. He envisions his tainted reputation and his ruined career; “Tepes the molester”, the newspapers speak clear. His mind races as he hides in the darkness, shame, mortification and anger plaguing his thoughts.

A masochistic pull tells him to witness your disappointment and disillusionment, a self destructive need to see the damage he’s done. Sheepish eyes met yours to then widen in confusion.

There is no scowl on your face, nor a cross expression, or any trace of disdain. It’s with a small smile that he's greeted with and he’s left speechless. With a small nod you have him jumping to his feet, running onto your shared street. He has to thank the heavens that there’s nobody around and that he can reach your floor, safe and sound.

You’re quick to reach the door, cracking it open for him to enter. Your robe stays the same, but the look in your eyes is different. It consumes him, yet gives him life. His chest burns and his head spins: lust overtook him again, and there’s a moment where he regrets it all. But then, you speak, and he doesn’t care, not anymore.

“You came for a closer look, didn’t you?”

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[depraved-love]

Adrian x F!Darling

Firstly, I want to apologize as I lost the original ask, so I hope the one who requested this sees it.

Second, I don't remember the much being specified, in which case I go to headcanons by default. (Unless it was specified, and I messed up, in which case I'm sorry.)

At first he was incredibley confused abut what were your intentions. Why were you so set on being around him? Did you want something from him?

Be prepared to make the first moves because he will have hard time adimiting his feelings, even to himself.

When you ask to court him, he's going to act as usual, maybe a bit more cocky, but inside he's squealing and cussing himself out at the same time.

For a long time, he's going to be telling himself that he's only doing this because he is making you happy, and he's not letting himself fall in love.

That changes when you start showing him physical affection.

He had no idea how touch-starved he was.

Little touches, hugs, light kisses - it all feels so right. But he's still cautious.

Well, at least until...

One night, he was reading when you suddenly came up and sat next to him. You hugged him, your soft skin and warm body pressed against his. He could feel your warm breath and hear your heartbeat.

For some reason, this drove it home, you don't have ulterior motives. You just like him.

He went from being a grumpy cat to a puppy dog, but only when he is around you.

He starts returning the affection and spoiling you in any way he can.

Pet names.

He'll get you the most beautiful jewelry he can. He loves seeing you adorned in anything that screams you're his.

"Only the best for the light of my life."

Believe it or not, he has no experience, minus Sumi and Taka, and we know how that went.

It takes some time to become intimate with him, and he might back out in a few of the first attempts, Just give him time.

He isn't very kinky, but he's willing to experiment with you.

If you want to tie him up, you'll have to wait a long time to do so. The first time you try, it can can be the softest silk ribbon, but he'll cry anyway. A good start would be to just tie a ribbon around his wrist when the two of you are just out and about.

The one kink he does have is body worship. Both receiving and giving.

He loves when you caress every inch of his body, when you compliment every minor detail. He doesn't have much of an ego, but in those moments, he feels just that good about himself.

When he's on the giving end, he feels just as good. He loves to kiss all over you. Everything about you is perfect. Your skin is perfect, your eyes are perfect, your hair is perfect, your pussy is perfect, and your breasts are perfect.

Also, period sex might happen if you're comfortable. Dhampir can't be afraid of blood, can he?

"Just be gentle, please, my love."

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[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 11TH ] NIPPLE PLAY - ALUCARD TEPES X fem! reader

synopsis; the great vampire, the son of dracula sees that you have wandered into his tower. he can't help but smell your delicious, sweet blood, he might need a taste. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, nipple play, blood play, biting, choking, unprotected sex, kinda dub-con, f!top & m!bottom, nicknames, wlw, vaginal sex, knife play, beta read!

note; so i was very much inspired by thomas doherty's vampire show? movie? idk i want to see it but havent. and i was rlly inspired by interview with the vampire. i love a vampire theme so much! and i hope you like this babes. remember to reblog, like and comment i would rlly appreciate it.

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step by step you trudged up the muddy hills, snuggling closer to your coat and hugging it to your body. breaking through and cutting between the howling of winds. 

you were on a journey with a destination. 

the destination? dracula’s castle. 

the meaning for this trip was plain and simple. for a story. you were a journalist, wanting a taste of literature mixed with meaning. maybe this dracula was misunderstood. it was known that the commoners did kill his wife, that was his reason.

you nodded to yourself, remembering those facts. that could cause anyone to kill. a broken heart can make a man mad, so why should dracula be treated any differently.

in the distance was his castle. it was hard to track it down, you had kept tabs and studied its movements for months. 

as you saw the high, victorian building, your heart started racing. this was the change of a lifetime. yes, it was your chance to get his story out and for him to finally have a voice. 

you mediated for a moment on this decision. yes it was dangerous. you possibly could die but wasn’t that the thrill? the excitement of it all. the impossible. 

it was decided. 

knock.

you knocked on the monstrous door, heavy the feel, 5 times. each knock louder than the last. 

but nobody answered. 

“hmm, that’s odd. maybe there’s an opening in the back-” you pushed lightly on the door and it opened. it was, unlocked? but…that seemed too easy.

you entered the residence and closed the door behind you. the inside was warm but not inviting. the energy was something of evil. something to be feared. 

a lump was in your throat, your hands held into fists. 

you were on alert. 

there was muffled music and talking. there was more than one voice. 

“i thought i heard the door,” a man with a loud scottish accent said. “i wonder who it is.”

your eyes widened. should you hide?

“mmmm,” a woman hummed. her voice deep, dripping with sex appeal. “i can smell a human.”

in a flash, a group of vampires stood before you. the man with long red hair and a beard, and a woman with white, straight hair. chest puffed up, proud. 

that feeling before adventure and risk, yeah, that flew out the window. what you saw in the eyes of these creatures was pure lust…for blood.

“please, i want no problems.” you surrendered, turning around and trying to leave but you realized you couldn’t. you were locked in, perhaps by a spell. “i am sorry for intruding.”

the white haired female vampire inched closer to you. her white hands reaching to caress your arms, causing goosebumps to litter your skin. “c’mon kitten, why don’t you play with us.” she smirked, “we don’t bite.” 

you closed your eyes, waiting for the vampire bite as the vampire opened her mouth wide. ready to drink your blood. 

“wait!” another vampire, supposedly, came down the stairs. his hair was long and golden like streams of sunshine. it laid elegantly over his shoulders. “what is the meaning of this?”

the female vampire chuckled darkly, “we have a meal right here. and she smells amazing. so sweet and delicious, it makes me want to be ravenous. i have never smelled anyone sweeter.”

the blonde vampire pushed her back and gave you a look of concern. “do not be afraid. stay. enjoy the party.” his voice was deep but carried a prince-like accent. 

you made another decision. to run. you quickly dashed for the door again and tried prying it open. “help me! please someone help!”

again it didn’t work but not because of a spell it was because the blonde vampire shut it close as he pinned you against the door. you had tears falling down your face as you kept your eyes shut, fearful. you winced as the vampire laid himself on you, having you pressed against his chest. you turned your face in disgust as his lips ghosted over your neck, knowing the pulse there was the area to bite. it was the sweetest spot. the vampire smirked as his big hands gently touched your chin. he inhaled all your scent and shook his head, “no, no my dearest you mustn't leave.” he left a simple kiss upon your cheek. again he kissed there, loving how soft your skin felt under his rough lips. “shhhh.”

“i-i’m sorry,” you shook, lip quivering. 

the vampire lifted your face and his eyes met yours. your e/c eyes looked up at him with pure innocence and curiosity but also fear. you looked into his orbs for answers, pleading. 

the vampire couldn’t contain himself. his mouth opened slightly as he couldn't’ break away from your angelic eyes. how beautiful they were. he caught himself falling for you in that second. and then he breathed you in. your smell was causing him to see stars and wish he could have his way with you, just once would be a blessing. 

he had to separate himself. he quickly stumbled back, having your scent stay in his nose, haunting him. 

the other vampires looked at him with a raised brow. “is everything alright, alucard?”

alucard quickly composed himself, fixing his hair and his black corset. “get her prepared. this evening, she is yours, then the night…she is mine.”

the female vampire smirked, “alright love, let’s get you dressed up.”

‘i want her more than anyone.’ alucard thought, staring at you up and down as you went with camila. 

“i can read your mind, you know,” camila crossed her arms. “maybe i want her, too.”

“there, all better.” camila winked at you as she put the finishing touches to your dress. 

you accepted this. at least it was something you could write and you weren’t dead. “may i ask, what even is this? what is this party for?”

“it is just a vampire ball.”

you held your breath. a lump in your throat you couldn't swallow, “you mean to tell me, there are more vampires out there and i’m the only human.”

camila laughed, “unfortunately yes. and i am not to fond of sharing you but that fuckin alucard.”

“that vampire out front? the one i met?”

camila nodded, “ he said that no one is allowed to touch you or feast on you. you are his.”

your hands were shaking as you picked on your cuticles. afraid of the unknown. “i was wondering if maybe i could meet dracula.”

“he isn’t here at the moment,” camila put her hand on her hip, “but alucard is his son.”

“dracula’s son?” you were bewildered. 

“the one and only. now, no time to waste. i will drop you off at alucard’s room. he is waiting.”

she did just that. you waited at his door, knocking lightly. 

“excuse me, mr. alucard.”

the door opened quickly and on the other side, alucard leaned against the doorway, “just alucard, beautiful.” his voice was husky. his gloved hand, caressed your face. but that was when he took you all in. your eyeshadow was an ashy gray, like bones and your lips were painted a deep, dark red, like blood. you wore all black. a lacy corset that had your boobs spilled and you had an enormous slit in your skirt that he almost saw your cunt. you wore flower laced, fingerless gloves that reached all the way to your elbows. your boots were stilettos and were leather black. “what do you think?” you looked at yourself, unsure. 

alucard thought to himself, ‘nothing in my past or future, i wanted to keep hidden. i wanted her to strip me, straddle me, laying me bare and plunder every part of me for anything she wanted. i wanted her to own me.’

you titled your head, wondering why he was silent. 

alucard bit his lip, you were making him uncontrollable. “you look exceptionally beautiful. as beautiful as those stars and the moon. nothing will ever exceed you.”

you were flustered. trying to search for words, “you look handsome as well, vampire.”

alucard smiled, almost blushing. “you make me want to ravage you.”

“in this dress?” you almost choked from his words. 

“it’s fine. i’ll just buy you a new one.” he gave a toothy grin. his fangs on display. 

you knew what he meant. that sneaky bastard. he was going to rip your dress before he fucked you. was he going to fuck you?

you went hand in hand to the ball. he was your date. the moment he led you down the whimsical staircase, all beady, killer eyes were on you two, especially you. 

“why are they looking at me?” 

alucard towered over you. your back to his chest, “it is because they want you. but do not worry my dove, i will protect you at all cost.”

somehow you and alucard managed to match in outfits. it looked as if you two were always together, like the missing puzzle piece. you both fit. 

you held his hand for most of the time. treating him as if he were your knight. you were so afraid but for some reason you trusted alucard. he was the only one that was truly nice to you and seemed genuine. 

“do you mind if i go get some cake?” you asked him after a dance. 

alucard stood, about to go with you but you persisted you go alone. “it is alright, alucard. i will be fine.”

alucard’s brows were raised, worried. “it is no bother my love. let me go-”

“i promise i will not leave.” alucard sat in front of you, his height now equal to yours standing. you smiled as your lips slowly landed upon his in a quick kiss. but it was perfect to him. your satin lips fell against his like silk, like pure butter. so soft and delectable. he wanted more of you. 

like that, he let you go and saw you make your way to the dessert table.

you didn’t know why you kissed him, it just felt right. for some reason you were enjoying yourself and enjoying his company. when you caught him staring at you it brought butterflies to your stomach . your throat got dry. it was as if love at first sight. but maybe lust at first sight. everything was foggy to you. confusing. if felt like a dream. 

“well, it seems the angel likes the devil,” camila giggled darkly, “i knew she would fall for you. irresistible charms.”

alucard's eyes dug into your form. he wanted ownership of you, he wanted you with him day in and day out. “look at her. i would die for her. i would kill for her.”

finally the night was ending. the party goers said their envious goodbyes as they glared at you. wishing they were alucard. 

you sat there. waiting for alucard, he wanted you to wait till everyone left the castle. when all were gone, alucard bent down, on his knees and leaned his head against your knees. “there is something about you, my dove, that i can’t shake away. that i can’t seem to break away from you. i know i only just met you but i feel there is more about you. i want to know more about you and what makes you smile.”

you chuckled, bashful, “well, i am a writer. i like to write stories and share people's thoughts. it has always been my passion but as a woman, there is only so much i can do.”

alucard tilted against your leg, “what a passionate woman. i can sense hard work.” he quickly sat up and looked guilty. 

“what’s wrong?”

his hand captured yours and covered every inch. “i am letting you go. i never held you against your will,” he laughed, “but i will not lie to you and tell you i don’t want you here.”

your lips parted as you looked into his inhuman eyes. 

“i want to have you here tomorrow and the next day and the next. but i won’t keep you here without your consent. so if you would like to leave, i would understand. just know that…i will miss you.”

you stared outside through the windows and noticed the leaves falling from the trees and turning a burnt orange. it was windy and seemed uncomfortable. you were by a fire, nestled in layers of fur and in front of you was the most romantic and handsome man you have ever met. and he wanted you. he desired you. truth be told, you didn’t want to leave. after this day you knew you wanted to explore alucard. 

alucard stood up and opened the door. standing in front of freedom, you huddled and shook in your jacket. “no, alucard. i choose to stay.”

alucard’s eyes widened and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “if that is what you choose then i will worship the ground you walk upon, my dear.” he kneeled and kissed your hand, his eyelashes tickling your skin. 

alucard guided you upstairs to his bedroom. it was wide and had a fire going. it was warm and comfortable. there was a feeling in the air. a feeling that you and the vampire we're not going to keep your hands away. 

you wanted to kiss him, touch him, make love to him with the embers burning the whole night away till the sun comes up. 

alucard eyes stared deep within you. you both breathed heavily as you looked at one another. 

he did the first move. he removed his corset and cloak. having his hair brush against his undergarments with each sway of his movements. each rip of cloth was slow and sensual. his fingers dancing against each button or string. 

finally, he stood there naked. his skin plump and rosy, soft and white like the moon. he looked like a painting. his gaze was on you. waiting for your move. you could tell that a part of him was nervous too. maybe nervous because of his power in bed against you or perhaps because he wanted to make you feel good and make you happy. 

all you could look at was his cock. it hung so long and thick. his tip was a blushy pink and because he was as white as snow the veins on his shaft were so evident. 

with each noticed burning stare at his long cock, the more it turned him on. how interested you were in it. how much you wanted it. it made him get more turned on, it rose higher and higher. 

“all this for you, my love.” he ushered low. 

‘my god, that is huge!’ you thought. ‘i can’t imagine that fitting.’

alucard smirked. “sweetheart, vampires can read minds. and don’t worry. i will make sure you are really wet so that it slides right in and i’ll go really slow.” he winked. 

you coughed. could he do that this whole time? how embarrassing. 

you turned around and had alucard unclip and unzip your corset. his fingers ghosted against your skin. he was as cold as ice and you were so warm. his hand laid flat against your back, embracing your warmth and basking in it. “you are so warm, my love.” he whispered in your ears. he kissed your cheek, then down your neck, then all down your back till he got to your skirt. he removed all the clothing so gentlemanly. it was passionate. 

you twirled and faced him. alucard’s eyes darkened seeing you nude. your nipples hardened at his look. the air nipping the puckered skin. 

“fuck,” he groaned. “you are absolutely beautiful.” he crawled on his knees to you. inching closer and closer. when he paused at you his hands dragged against your legs. massaging the inside of your thigh, “like warm milk.” he dragged his tongue against your hot skin. when he got to the fat of your thigh he bit into your skin lightly, some blood appearing and seeping out. his tongue traced his bite mark and he finally tasted your blood. his eyes rolled in the back of his head at your taste. “this is like gold.” 

alucard picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. you both moaned as your already wet pussy was touched by his sensitive dick. 

“you can be on top,” he giggled as he entered into his matte black coffin. 

“can i be honest?” you spoke up as he placed you on his lap.

he laid against his arms behind his head, chest open to you. “of course, my dove.”

you dipped and bit his lip, “i’ve never fucked a vampire before.” 

alucard moaned. now he was seeing your bad side. alucard grabbed your face with more force and bit your lip too, causing blood to spill from your split lip. alucard stuck his long tongue out and tasted the iron liquid. he sucked and drank from your lips. this erotic move made your pussy pulse. “please give yourself to me.” he growled in your ear. 

you dragged your fingers against his abbs, softly circling his nipples. seeing them perk up you began flicking the skin. enjoying seeing alucard’s head dipping back as he bit his lip, subconsciously moving his hips against yours. 

“right there, my doll. the things you do to me.�� 

the tip of his penis tapped against your cunt. you began to rock against him as well, loving his sounds he made. all the winces and cries. 

alucard sat up, holding you close against him so your breasts pressed against his chest. “let me, darling.” his kisses dipped down to your breasts. kissing your nipples. 

you hummed at the feeling. “don’t stop, alucard.”

“never, my dear.” and he had no intention of stopping. his lips wrapped around your bud, tongue swirling around it causing a delicious sensation, dripping down to your cunt. it heated you up. you moved your hips with his, harder this time. 

“you taste so delicious my dear,” alucard said in a husky manner. he put attention to both nipples. his tongue dripping out, tickling the skin, rolling the bud. his fingers played with the one unattended. alucard picked up your tit and jiggled it, playing with it and loving the feeling of it like jello in his palms. 

“these are majestic. i will dream of these every night.” he chuckled as he looked up into your eyes as he bit your nipple. his teeth grazed against them and cut the skin. 

“alucard!” your eyes widened. he collected more blood this time. it constantly dripping. alucard held your neck between his hands as he put pressure choking you. 

this caused you to puff up your chest, making our breasts closer to his mouth. 

“this blood. your blood,” he moaned as he kept feasting. “i will never get over this.”

it was insane to you. you enjoyed this feeling. the euphoric feeling. it made you so turned on and made your cunt so wet it was practically dripping. 

“don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you begged as he kept drinking. 

alucard became so enamored and turned on more than ever that you levitated in the air. both your bodies started to ascend, meshed together. alucard still had his hand around your throat but now he moved you to be in front of him and he was behind. 

“take it, my love,” alucard pushed his cock inside your seeping wet cunt. it was dripping and quivering with something, his dick, to be inside you. 

as his cock inched closer and closer inside you, you began to shiver and see stars.

“you’re so big, alucard.”

“vampire dick is always the best dick,” alucard kissed your cheek and he rolled in and out of you. each drag of his cock caused a squelching sound from your pussy. your cunt needed him. 

you both were floating around the room as his hips dived in and out. his seed and your juice dripping down his legs and splatting on the floor. 

“take it my dear. i know you can.” he rolled his hips. each time getting closer and closer. 

“alucard i think i’m going to-” before you could finish alucard pressed his fangs into the side of your neck. his legs and your toes tensed up. 

you have never felt this feeling before. 

you stood still as you shook from the sex. alucard was diving into your cunt while feasting on your neck. 

was he making you into a vampire?

“right there,” he growled. pounding inside you as your blood dripped from his lips. coating his chest and your back in your blood. “this blood!” he screamed as he finally cummed inside you. 

you were quiet as he emptied inside you. you felt your spirit left you. it was like an out of body experience. his cock made you see stars. you finally cried as you shook and came on his cock. holding onto him for support as he grasped your neck and still feasted on your blood. 

“you will change.” he whispered. 

you fell against his chest. tired and almost blacked out. 

when you came to you woke up, cuddling with him in his coffin. as you stood up you noticed your skin. it looked like you were dead! your senses! you noticed a particular smell. and heard every single noise. 

you sniffed the air and realized the delicious smell was coming from alucard. you licked your lips with a hunger and lust you have never felt in your life. 

you grabbed a cup and a knife. his body lay there naked, all elegance. you cut his arm with the knife and his eyes shot open. 

“do it. feast on me y/n.” his eyes darkened. 

you drained his blood in a cup and standing naked in front of him, eyes never leaving him you downed the whole gallon of blood. it splashed onto your face and crashed down on your chest. 

“how did that feel y/n?” alucard inched closer, his hands smearing the blood on your nipples. 

“amazing. i feel different.”

alucard chuckled, “you should, my dove. for you are now a vampire.”

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[aethes-bookshelf]

into you, I fall || alucard (castlevania)/reader

Back to my roots, baby! A lone Alucard smut fic amongst all my bg3 bs. I started this one a good while ago and finally got around to finishing it.

I gotta say, I love writing non-penetrative sex (acts?). Gives me more wiggle room when it comes to what the characters can do.

Pairing: alucard (castlevania)/reader

Warnings: pwp, smut, (kinda sorta) bondage, established realtionship, implied past sa

Wordcount: 2.1k

Summary: Alucard isn't sure he's ready to let you tie him up after what happened with the twins, but he wants to try anyway.

You come up with an alternative.

‘Okay,’ you said, checking the tightness of the ribbon for the fifth time in a row, ‘are you sure you still want to do this?’

Alucard nodded. His hands, bound, were resting comfortably on his stomach. For now.

‘Alright, then.’ You took his hands into yours and slowly lifted them above his head, making sure not to break eye contact. ‘Now, I’m not going to tie you to the bed. Not yet, anyway. So it’s up to you to keep your hands right where I put them, okay, hun?’

‘I know, love. You’ve told me all this before.’

‘Just making sure.’ You left a quick kiss on his bottom lip. ‘What’s the color?’

Alucard’s brow furrowed. He did trust you, he really did. And, to be fair, it was his idea in the first place — to try and do this with you. You’d let him tie you up a few times before, when he’d grown comfortable enough with the idea; he got curious, seeing your reactions. You always had that extra spark in your eyes when he tied you up, even before he actually touched you properly. Even if he was just in the process of tying you up.

Still, he couldn’t help the nervousness. Despite the fact you made sure to use the softest ribbon you could find in the castle and that you chose an entirely different position for his hands than… back then, just the sensation of being bound reminded him of things he’d rather forget. He was fully aware that he wasn’t even fully, properly bound — his hands were almost free, after all; all it would take for him to free himself would be a good tug. Still, the knot in his stomach tightened each time the ribbon rubbed against his skin.

Was this a good idea at all?

‘Yellow,’ he said, voice wavering.

‘Okay, I hear you,’ you replied. You sat back on your legs and spread his over them; you gently kneaded the tense muscles of his thighs. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just… Being tied up… brings back memories.’

You nodded. ‘Okay,’ you said, tone soft. ‘Remember, we don’t have to do this. I am perfectly fine with the sex life we already have, hun. You don’t have to do this.’

‘I-I know.’ He swallowed thickly.

‘Still,’ you continued, ‘this is an exercise, right? To see what you’re comfortable with at this point. You said so yourself.’ You drew tiny circles on the skin of his legs with your thumbs. He relaxed slightly under your touch. ‘So, what do you say we still try, but… change it up a bit?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘We could take away the ribbon, if you’re too uncomfortable with it on.’ Your hands stilled. ‘It’s not fun for me if you’re not enjoying yourself.’

‘But… what would be the point then?’ His eyebrows furrowed. ‘How would we even do this?’

‘Simple,’ you said, caressing the knot on the delicate ribbon. ‘You just keep your hands where I tell you to without being bound. You’ll still have to trust me, but you won’t have any added stressors on top of that.’

Alucard hummed. ‘I suppose that would keep the point of this… “exercise”,’ he said. His legs fully relaxed, no longer squeezing your hips.

You slowly grabbed the knot and untied it, keeping your eyes on his face. When the ribbon was finally off and discarded to the floor, you slipped your fingers inbetween his.

‘What’s the color?’ you asked again.

Alucard took a deep breath and closed his eyes. ‘...Green,’ he said after a moment.

‘Alright.’ You squeezed his hands and let go. ‘Keep your hands right where they are right now, okay? And remember, if you find that you’re too uncomfortable to continue, you say the word and we stop immediately.’

‘I know, love.’ He chuckled. ‘You don’t have to say it everytime we try something new.’

‘Yes, I do,’ you replied. ‘I like making sure you know you’re safe with me.’

‘I know that without you having to remind me.’ His eyes went soft; the sort of warm that made your face flush.

Judging by the flush of his cheeks, you must’ve looked equally soft, too.

‘I love you, you know?’

‘I know,’ he said, eyes flickering to your lips. ‘I love you too.’

You didn’t say anything; you just smiled. Even though it was clear that he wanted to kiss you, he stayed put, just like you asked him to. A few moments passed, with you caressing his thighs with gentle hands. You made sure to keep the eye contact going, knowing what it did to him.

When his face was fully flushed and his bare cock was half-hard against his thigh, the anticipation must’ve finally gotten to your poor Alucard. ‘Love…’ he cooed as he shifted his hips in your hold.

‘We’re going slow tonight. Nothing crazy.’

‘Does that mean you have to tease me like this?’

You chuckled, hands finally leaving his thighs to slide up his hips to his waist. Your grip on him was sure; he stilled under your touch. ‘It means exactly that, sweetheart.’

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. His breathing was slowly picking up. You squeezed at his waist and his cock twitched. He clenched his hands into fists, but they didn’t budge from where you placed them on his pillow.

‘Good boy, Alucard.’ You started exploring his chest and stomach with your hands, using just the slightest amount of pressure. He whimpered quietly when the pads of your fingers ghosted against his nipples.

‘I’m by no means complaining,’ Alucard said, voice breaking a bit when you properly pinched his nipples, ‘but why the praise?’

‘I know you’re frustrated,’ you rolled his nipples in your fingers and watched his chest rise off of the bed, ‘I know you want me to touch you properly.’

‘Of ‘course I do, I always—’

‘Ah! Wasn’t finished yet, hun.’ You let go of him and he promptly fell back on the mattress with a huff.

Alucard opened his mouth — most likely to complain — but decided against it. You probably wouldn’t touch him for even longer if he interrupted you again.

‘As I was saying,’ you continued, hands back on his chest, squeezing the fat and muscle there, ‘You want me to touch you — you probably want to touch me, too, judging by this.’ You slid your hand down his stomach and rubbed your palm against his cock, now fully hard.

He didn’t dare say anything; just clenched his teeth to stop the hiss of pleasure at the sudden contact. The muscles in his stomach clenched with the effort of it.

‘And despite all that, you still do as I say,’ you finished, hand leaving his cock. He tried to follow you with his hips, but stopped when you pushed back against them. ‘So… good boy, Alucard,’ you cooed again and leaned down to kiss his neck.

You lightly nipped at the skin under the curve of his jaw and soothed the sting with your tongue. With each drag of your teeth, tongue and lips his breathing picked up, until he was panting in your hold, until his head was thrown back, baring his neck to you completely. That was when you decided to grind your hips into his. The groan he let out sent a shiver down your spine. 

You moved away from his neck just enough to sneak a glance at his face. He was flushed all the way down to his neck; his eyes were closed, eyebrows pinched in pleasure.

‘Oh, baby,’ you said, hands moving to his nipples again. He choked back a desperate little noise when you gave them a tug. ‘Don’t tell me you’re wrecked already? We didn’t even get to the best part yet.’

He didn’t answer, he just opened his eyes. The look he gave you was delicious; his eyes were beginning to glass over with tears of frustration. ‘Love, please…’

‘“Please” what, lovely?’ It was ridiculous just how giddy you were at the prospect of him begging.

His hands fisted the sheets above his head. ‘Please, touch me before I go insane.’ His cock twitched faintly where it was pressed into your stomach. ‘Please, love, I need you to touch me.’

You were going to touch him, you really were. But it wasn’t your fault he sounded so good like this. You promised you’d be gentle, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to be at least a little bit mean.

‘Oh, but I’m already touching you, aren’t I?’ It was the lowest of blows, the easiest possible way to get him to keep talking. But you didn’t care, as long as it got him to keep begging in that sweet, choked up tone.

He bucked his hips once, twice, grinding against your stomach. ‘You’re evil, you know that, right?’

‘I’m nothing of the sort.’ You chuckled, grinding back into him. You lived for the way his breath hitched. ‘I’m simply your lover, intent on giving you what you want. But in order to do that, I need to know… specifics,’ you paused for a moment and then moved against him again, just to watch his head loll back, ‘no?’

He nearly sobbed when you stopped. He was so hard it was getting painful. ‘Please,’ he whispered.

You smiled. ‘“Please”, what?’

‘Please keep going. Keep moving, anything.’ His hands were clenching the sheets so hard he was close to ripping them. ‘Make me cum. I wanna cum.’

‘There you go,’ you said as you started to move your hips at a slow, steady pace. Alucard’s loud moan ripped through the room at the relief of the friction. ‘Do you think you can cum like this, lovely?’

‘Yes,’ he gasped out. ‘Yes, just please don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop now.’

‘Don’t you worry, sweetheart.’ You leaned over him, dragging your hands up his stomach, past his chest and to his hands. You gently pried the sheets out from between his fingers; you held his hands in yours, fingers interlocking. ‘I’m not gonna stop until I feel you spill against me.’

He held your hands tight, almost too tight. Every movement of your body against his forced a moan from him. Each one picking up in pitch, until he was openly whining against you, head buried in your neck.

His cock started twitching against you as he arched his back into your chest.

‘Are you close, sweetheart?’ you asked, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

He nodded, golden hair a mess around his head. A mixture of ‘yes’ and ‘please’, and ‘don’t stop’ spilled from him.

‘Kiss me?’ he managed to ask between moans.

You leaned down and kissed him deeply. You ground your hips into his one, two, three more times before hot cum painted your skin. Alucard groaned into the kiss, hips twitching underneath you.

You stopped slowly, letting him ride it out with a few more gentle movements. When you finally stilled against him, he squeezed your hands in his and kissed you again. This time, it was gentle, almost chaste.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ you said, resting your forehead against his. You laid there for a long moment, until the stickiness of your skin couldn’t be ignored anymore. ‘Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?’

He huffed in protest as you moved to get up, but he let your hands go. ‘What about you?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him from over your shoulder. ‘What about me?’

‘You didn’t finish.’

‘Ah, that.’ You dipped a towel in the water you left by the bed. It was hot when you began; it cooled down enough to be pleasantly warm now. ‘Don’t worry about that, lovely. Tonight was about you.’

Alucard hummed. He relaxed into the bed when you put the warm towel to his skin. ‘Are you sure? I don’t mind getting you off, too. Hardly a chore,’ he was teasing now. A good sign, as far as you saw it; that meant he wasn’t stressed or afraid.

‘Oh, I know you “don’t mind” getting me off, you damn horndog.’ You whipped him gently with the towel. ‘But I like getting you off, too. Sometimes, getting to see you lose it a bit is enough.’

‘Ah, so you are evil, in the end.’ Alucard reached for your free hand and held it to his chest. ‘And I’m the horndog, huh?’

‘Don’t act like you’re not the same when it comes to me, lovely.’ You finished cleaning him up, folded the towel and brought its clean side to your skin.

‘True enough, I suppose,’ he said. His eyes never left your face. ‘Now that we’re both clean, you better come up here, to me. I want to hold you.’

‘And how could I say “no” to that?’ You dropped the towel back into the water and climbed back into bed. You settled into Alucard’s arms and sighed happily against his chest. ‘I love you.’

He kissed the top of your head and nuzzled into your hair. ‘I love you too.’

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[kiatheinsomniac]

──── 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 & 𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: A third part commission for the lovely @ghostofpolaris to really tie that knot between Mina and Alucard hehe 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Mina Belmont (OC) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.9k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, references to past sexual trauma

You coo at the little baby in your lap as you collect another spoonful of mashed vegetables to feed him. You’re sitting outside Dracula’s Castle which stands at the heart of the little village that’s ever under construction. Simon Belmont has been left in your care for a few hours while Trevor helps with construction and Sypha teaches a group of villagers with all the knowledge she has as a speaker. Alucard is teaching another group the basics of medicine as there have been one too many incidents involving the many construction sites around the place and it’s always useful to have people on site who know how to attend to injuries. Trevor is helping with the construction of a new house and so with the other three people of your little quartet being occupied, Simon has been left to your care. 

You don’t mind in the slightest though as your nephew is an absolute delight. He rarely cries, he’s easily entertained but he does have a habit of wandering off if you turn your eyes away for too long. He’s almost one year old now and you’re sure you’ve never seen a baby crawl so fast in your life. He truly can give you a heart attack if you’re to take your eyes off him for a moment and then turn back to find him gone. But currently, he’s enjoying his food too much. He has his mother’s eyes and you believe that his hair will likely darken with time in order to resemble his father’s. 

You finish feeding him and clean his face and hands gently with a cloth before giving him some water too. With a smile on both your faces, you bounce your nephew on your knee as he makes little baby noises at you, pulling giggles from your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, Alucard has finished tutoring for the day and is standing in the open doors of the castle, looking at where you’re seated just past the bottom of the steps on a blanket, caring for your baby nephew. The sight brings a smile to his lips at seeing how loving and caring you are, how happy you are to be looking after him. The two of you have done your fair share of babysitting together when Trevor and Sypha have needed a break, you’re always more than happy to look after him. 

Things have changed a lot in the last year but the two of you have also been incredibly busy with helping to build the village and teaching not only yourselves but classes of villagers too. You’re often too tired at the end of the day to spend your evenings with chats, books and music together like you used to. Not to mention you’ve also been spending more freetime with Trevor in order to try and reconnect with your brother and amend the rift that had grown between the two of you, something that Adrian didn’t blame you for in the slightest.

That’s not to say that the two of you didn't spend time with each other at all. There have been nights where one of you will find yourself unable to sleep from the stress of the current list of responsibilities upon you and so you will find yourself in the other’s bed and arms for comfort to finally drift off into sleep. 

Adrian still holds you with your back flush to his toned chest, arms encasing you and his breath puffing out softly against the nape of your neck. The bodies have been removed from their stakes outside, naturally, when the castle was attacked and the village later built upon it. He finally told you just what they had done when you helped him burn the bodies amongst a stack of other fallen foes and night creatures. The story chilled you and you could, in fact, recall such marks upon his body when you first arrived but you had focused less on his scars and more on his alcoholic state when the two of you first became acquainted. But now that you recall them, his haunting story makes so much more sense. 

It crosses your mind sometimes when you’re laid in bed together and his lips are parted just slightly while he holds you in his arms. You’re a Belmont and you know how to assess the behaviour of non-humans. Alucard has very dangerous, very powerful fangs and he keeps them hovering above such a vulnerable part of your body when you rest together like this. On one hand, you’re glad that he has a way of holding you while also feeling safe. But on another hand, you hope that there will come a day when he feels safe enough to not feel that it’s not necessary for him to do such a thing. 

Though, you do have to admit, you missed that little window of time wherein Alucard had recovered from his period of alcoholism, had been looking after himself more and was much more welcoming to you compared to the cold nature that you had initially been introduced to. You missed how you’d play the lute and piano together, you miss how you’d lean in so close to read from a book that was set on his lap and how he would very occasionally put his arm around you to hold you close in the later days when he was more comfortable with you. 

Now when you go about measuring up boarded castle windows for repairs and replacements, it’s no longer with Adrian by your side and, in all honesty, you miss how he would have you hold one end of the tape measure to the sill of the window while he would float up to measure the height at the top. Just little things like that: you miss being able to spend more time with him. 

Right now though, you do have one of those precious moments with him as he comes to sit down on the blanket beside you and Simon. He leans on one hand which he places on the ground beside you so that his body hovers close to yours as he smiles at the little baby in your lap. You find yourself leaning back just enough for the back of your head to rest against his strong shoulder and Adrian takes the opportunity to shuffle even closer to you, feeling your warm body against his as you make baby noises back and forth with your nephew. 

The happy moment is smeared, however, when Adrian wonders if his parents ever had experiences like this one when he was just an infant: sitting outside the castle on a nice day, just your little family of three. They had all been so happy once and now he and his father’s castle with its broken engine were all that stood in the remains of the tragedy that had befallen his once peaceful and loving family. He had learned about science at his father’s knee, about medicine while perched on the edge of his mother’s desk. He had grown up in a bedroom that was designed by his parents, playing with toys that they made. There were other times that he was left to the care of tutors when his parents were busy, yes, but things had been so different not so long ago and a part of Adrian finds himself aching for things to have turned out differently. 

He goes about his day working on one task after another to try and put his mind at rest and at night he focuses on the smell of your washed hair to dull the ache that is gnawing at his heart, feeling as though it is being hollowed out. What sort of son kills his own father? Regardless of the events that led up to it, that was the final result, wasn’t it? And to see both his murdered mother and father brought back to this world in the same body… he’s woken up in a cold sweat from nightmares about it since. 

How he wishes things had been different, that the two of you could have still met regardless and he could have introduced you to his family over dinner. His mother would have adored you and he knows his father would have been sceptical of you being a Belmont at first but Lisa had shared the stories of how she met his father. Vlad would have warmed up to you the moment Lisa came to love you too. They both would have loved the music that you play. 

Adrian’s fangs catch his bottom lip for a moment as he tries to steel himself. This train of thought will bring him no good right now. Instead, he indulges himself in you. He props his chin on your shoulder as you play with little Simon and he reaches a hand forwards to tidy the baby’s pale blond hair and tickle his feet. 

You turn your head to face Adrian after a few moments and you press your forehead against his. You don’t know that he’s thinking about his mother and father but you do know that things have been difficult for everyone lately. It’s been difficult for anyone to catch a break when there’s always something to be done. Agriculture is only just being established in the village and so the people’s main source of food still comes from foraging and hunting which takes time and isn’t always fruitful. It’s a double edged sword, really, because each time the group comes back with food, you all know that it means there’s less to find tomorrow and they will have to venture out further and further as the days pass. You’re all really depending on these farms to take off. 

Then there’s always materials to find for construction, construction and repairs to be done, classes to be taught, children to mind, elders to be taken care of. No one able-bodied in this place gets to sit around, you’re all up early and out doing something to contribute to building this place up from the ruins and battlefield that it had once been. 

You know it’s quite a ways off yet but you can’t wait for the foundation of this place to finally be laid so that you can have some more time to indulge in the studies that you initially returned to the Belmont Hold for and – especially as of late – to spend more time with Adrian like the two of you used to. Hopefully, you’ll be able to have more time together than you did back then too. Hopefully.

He lets out a little sigh and leans more of his weight on you as he relishes in this brief moment of respite. You’ve had a few suspicions lately about how things are weighing down on him. He’s an immortal, he has far more stamina than anyone else in the village; so why is he so sluggish lately? Why does he seem so exhausted? You know it cannot be physical exhaustion so you can only arrive at the conclusion that it is mental. You recall his stories about Sumi and Taka, about having to kill his own father, about his father’s war beginning with the death of his mother. Alucard is at the beginning of his immortal life and yet he has already suffered so much. The thought pains you that he will have to carry these painful memories and experiences around with him for a much longer time than you could even begin to fathom, that you wouldn’t always be there to support him though it. 

Has he even had time to mourn, to process the things that have happened? It seems like his life has fallen apart so quickly and now you wonder if he really, truly, feels that he’s been able to patch it back together again yet. Losing both parents is something you can never completely recover from but Adrian had to kill his father. You wonder what’s going on behind those golden eyes of his. You open your mouth to speak-

“Father!” A group of five village children come running up to you when they see Adrian sitting down outside with you. It’s not very difficult to spot him with all that blond hair of his – more often than not, you see Alucard’s hair before you see Alucard. 

A handful of the village children have taken to referring to Adrian as such. Many of them lost their father or even both of their parents during the attacks on Danesti or in the battle at the castle against Death’s forces. You can see why as well: he’s incredible with children and so it’s no wonder that they’ve come to see him as their new father figure. You find it bittersweet in a way because while it’s cute that they adore him enough to see him as a father, you take a note of how now that their biological fathers have died, they’ve chosen an immortal to be their new father figure. You wonder whether that was a conscious or unconscious decision on their behalf, whether they sought out Adrian for that very reason or whether, in the face of their loss, his immortality just drew them in. Most children might not be able to understand the concepts of mortality and immortality at all but Wallachia has been devastated recently and these children are absolutely familiar with mortality. 

“Father! Will you come to play?” One boy, the most confident in the group, eagerly asks. Meanwhile, a little girl is already smiling at the sight of little Simon in your lap and she’s waving her hand at the baby to get his attention. Alucard sits up straight and suddenly you miss the warmth of him being so close, the soft puff of his breath upon your neck. Your intimate moment is broken and once again you’re filled with a yearning for more time in the day to spend with the dhampir. 

Adrian looks away from all of you for a moment, his tongue clicking as he parts his lips, ready to speak but unsure what words to choose just yet. You can tell that he also feels the interrupted moment but these children have a special place in his heart and he would feel cruel if he let them down. They can sense his hesitance.

“We can play football! That way we’re in one space and your wife can be near and watch too!” A little girl suggests and it’s enough for Alucard’s eyes to snap right back to the group of children in surprise. It was enough to plunge the both of you into a moment of shock. Were your feelings for each other truly so obvious that the village children assumed you were married? And yet there had been no time to nurture your relationship still. Beyond kisses to hands, cheeks and foreheads, and your embraces at night when you share a bed every now and then, there has been no time to truly let your relationship blossom. 

“Very well, let’s go.” He says with a soft smile. Adrian rises to his feet and helps you up too. He collects up the blanket for you and then later lays it down beside the open space where the children have chosen to host their game. He didn’t correct them at all and it makes you wonder why as you keep Simon’s attention on you by playing peekaboo in order to prevent him from wanting to crawl away. Did Adrian think that they just wouldn’t understand what it is you have? What even is it that the two of you have together? Or perhaps is he just trying to avoid being teased by cheeky children for clearly having feelings for a woman and not having asked her to marry him yet? You hope you can get some time alone with him this evening in order to ask him. 

You watch as he kicks the ball around with the children, switching teams between each match to keep things fair. He makes sure they all play nicely and you can’t help the way that your eyes take note of how his body moves. He’s so graceful, so elegant in all he does; truly a nobleman’s son. He has all the makings of a Prince and yet he doesn’t want any of that. Somehow that only makes him more noble in your eyes. 

When lunch rolls around, Trevor comes to collect Simon from you. Adrian has gone in order to check on the hunting party that went out this morning – they’re always more successful with his wolf form helping them with the hunt. You miss him already but you don’t have time to mull over your feelings and instead join Trevor in the village hall that’s recently finished being built and you do your part to help hand out what food there is. Everyone does their part to support each other in this village after all the hardships you’ve faced together. 

You seem to walk through the rest of the day in a daze as you think about Alucard, your mind never fully focused on the many tasks at hand. Why didn’t he correct the children earlier? Did he see you as potentially being his wife someday? Why are you even so caught up on this? It’s not like either of you are close enough to even begin to consider such far-off fantasies. Regardless, the interaction has filled you with a sudden hunger, a need to have one of those precious evenings again. You’ve already decided that you’re going to spend the night in Adrian’s bed, you’ll make up something about not being able to sleep and he’ll welcome you with open arms and his fangs hovering over the nape of his neck as he spoons you. You’ll wake to his little chuckles that he never quite contains about your fiery bedhead and you’ll act angry despite the fact that you now find this routine of yours cute and- 

You sigh as you finally resurface from the bath you have been submerged in. The last rays of evening sun filter in through your bathroom window and you finally get out of the bath to dry yourself off and dress in your nightclothes. You glance at your lute which is propped up in the corner of your bedroom – your bedroom, no longer a guest room – and realise how long it’s been since you had the chance to play it. Dust has started to gather along the tuning pegs and the neck. You miss those few nights where you would be plucking and strumming strings while Adrian’s deft fingers pressed piano keys. 

You pat your hair as dry as you can and make your way over to Adrian’s room. The two of you keep these wings to yourself while others have occupied the rooms closer to the entrance while they wait to have their own homes built. It feels more private further into the castle where you are, more like how things used to be. You just wish for things between you and Trevor to be how they are while things between you and Adrian to be how they were. 

You raise your hand to knock on his door but a sound stops you from doing so; crying. 

From inside, you can hear sobs and sniffles and desperate apologies, begs for forgiveness. You knock against the door and the noise stops entirely. Both of you hold your breaths as you look at the piece of wood that stands between you. 

“... Adrian?” You call out, pausing for a few moments in silence before you continue, “Can I come in?” More silence follows and you press your ear to the door to make sure that you haven’t missed some quiet approval or denial of entry. 

“...Come in.” You hear softly from inside and you’re glad that you pressed your ear to the door or else you might have missed it otherwise. You push the handle and make your way inside where you find Adrian sitting on the floor, on the rug at the foot of his bed. He looks up at you and his eyes are a misty pink, his cheeks stained with the red tracks of his tears. 

“Oh, Adrian…” You’re by his side in an instant and trying to wipe away his tears but you instead just smudge the blood over his skin. “What happened? What’s the matter?” Your voice is soft and comforting and he doesn’t know what overcomes him when he reaches forwards and wraps his arms around your waist. He holds you tightly and begins to cry against your shoulder. Deep down, he feels guilty for staining your nightdress like this but the comfort of crying in your arms outweighs his guilt. He holds you tightly, desperately, as though you’ll crumble to ask the moment he lets go. 

“I wish things had been different.” He sobs out against your shoulder as his fingers clutch at the material of your nightdress and press into your flesh beneath. You have a fair idea of what he means but you still want to be clear about things so that you can know what exactly you’re comforting him on. 

“What do you mean?” You ask gently as you bring up a hand to cradle the back of his head, holding him in return, before you begin to delicately comb your fingers through his blond mane. 

“My parents.” His voice breaks and you hold him a little tighter as the words bring yet another series of sobs bubbling forth from his lips. 

“They’d be proud of you.” 

“How could they be?” He comes back immediately and you can tell by his tone that you need to tread lightly. 

“You’re teaching a village of people medicine, ancient and modern sciences to heal the sick and wounded. Wasn’t that the life’s work of your mother?” Your nose nudges against the side of his head as you kneel on the floor with him and hold him closely. With how he has buried his face against you, Adrian’s bloody tears wet your shirt while his ear is pressed to the pulse of your throat. Your human heartbeat soothes him, lulls him. It reminds him of his mother holding him as a child, the only heart that had beat at such a pace in the castle with his being so slow and his father’s being still. “And you have done what your father could not. You’ve taken what he left you and you’ve made a community from it instead of locking it all away. Can’t you see? You’re the best of both of your parents.” You pull away to try and wipe his tears away again. 

For a moment, you attempt to rise to your feet in order to go over to the basin so that you might wet a cloth and truly clean the scarlet rivers from his face. But his arms around your waist tightens and his misty golden eyes, like winter sun behind clouds, plead with you to not let him go. So you don’t. 

“My father is dead because of me.” 

“Your father is dead because of some selfish, ignorant slaves of the church.” You correct him. “They killed his heart and… he was a dead man before he truly died, Adrian. And let’s face it, we know your father’s spirit: wherever he is now, he’s most certainly holding your mother in his arms. I can’t see anything taking her from him a second time.” You tilt your head a little as you try to reach into his soul to truly make him see what you see. “But don’t you see? You’re the best of both of them combined. A dhampir succeeding in all the generosity and charity of your human mother and spreading the knowledge of your vampire father to better the lives of those around you.” Your thumb swipes against the corner of his lips where tears have gathered. “The choices of others have made you suffer and have forced sacrifices upon you but your bad circumstances do not make you a bad person, Adrian.” You emphasise your last words so that he can hear how much you truly mean it. 

You’re surprised when his hands finally release your waist in favour of cupping your face instead. 

“I love you.” He’s not sure how deeply he means those words just yet. But what he knows is that things feel right when you’re together, that he misses you when you’re not together, that he delights in the nights you spend together and it aches when you have to part ways in the morning. Things are better when you’re around, complete and he hasn’t felt this whole since his mother was killed. He knows that his words surprises you, even without looking at the way your viridian eyes burst open. He doesn’t expect you to say it back, he’s not even sure if he can say it again. The words have just come out and he wants to be able to say them with conviction but your relationship has been given no time to grow. 

Now he’s afraid – no longer afraid that you will hurt him as Sumi and Taka did but he’s afraid that if he doesn’t do this with you now then whatever spark is between the two of you will be extinguished by all of your responsibilities tearing you from one another all the time. He’s finally ready for this, he thinks, but he just doesn’t know how to initiate it. 

You can feel the closeness between the two of you and he can see how your eyes fall down to his lips. He leans in just a little closer but he doesn’t quite have the courage to kiss you despite every beat of his heart compelling him to do so. 

“Adrian…” You begin very carefully and that same slow heart skips a beat. “Can I…?” You daren’t say it in case you spook him off. You know of his past and the last thing you want to do is pressure him or stir up bad memories. He gives you the slightest nod of his head and your lips meet his. 

Your kiss fills him with enough courage to be able to return it, to be able to pull you close as he pushes all of his fears aside and just plunges into the moment, moving so quickly that he doesn’t give himself a moment to think of everything that’s hurt him. Now, all he wants to focus on is what heals him: you. 

You’re surprised by the passion of his kisses but make no protest as you find your chest being pressed to his, legs tangling as you find your way into his lap. He’s panting already with the intensity of the moment as his lips slant across your jaw and his breath puffs out warmly against your neck. You’re a Belmont, you should know better than to let a dhampir’s fangs so close to your throat. But you’re Mina Belmont and you see no monster in the man who’s clinging onto you like his life depends on it, who’s broken and desperately seeking your body out to heal his heart. 

You reach up to pull your damp copper hair away from your shoulders and behind your back and turn your face to the ceiling. You know that this action means much more to Alucard than might meet the eye, that for one to bear their throat to a vampire is a sign of trust, of submission. You don’t yet know if you love him but you don’t doubt that such a feeling can grow and very soon at that. But you do want him to know that he’s safe, that he’s the one in control and you’re not here to hurt him. 

He remembers your words from all those nights ago, that you might be a Belmont but you’re unarmed and he’s a dhampir. He feels safe with you, he is safe with you. His fangs graze your pulse as he kisses but not once do they break your skin. He considers carrying you to the bed for a moment as his hands glide down your waist and to your rear, appreciatively squeezing as he lets out a soft moan by your ear, his lips immediately pressing to the soft spot just beneath it. But he decides that things will feel different on the floor, that he won’t think of- he pushes the thought from his mind immediately. 

Adrian snatches a blanket from the end of the bed and sets it down on the floor beneath your head as he lowers you down. He’s on top this time, he’s in control of the situation and his tears have stained the shoulder and collar of your nightgown red as though he’s bitten you… His fingers drag delicately over your pulse, his touch so sensual without even meaning to be. He finds himself wanting to bite you, to show the world that he’s yours as much as you’re his, that the world cannot keep you from him so long as you have these precious evenings together, even if his heart is pounding and he’s not entirely sure what he’s doing, just that your thighs feel so warm on either side of him. 

Your hair is splayed out around you like a halo of fire and he just feels that he owes so much to you. He holds so much love for you that he cannot bear to let this moment simply slip by and he’s tugging your neckline open to kiss across your collarbones. Your hands tangle in his hair to feel the silken gold strands between your fingers as his hands reach beneath your nightdress to tug your undergarments off your legs. The moment his eyes land upon your slit, his hands ghost over your inner thighs before his gaze snaps up to you in a silent question: ‘Is this ok?’ 

You nod your head and he proceeds. His thumb traces a tender circle upon your clit before it delves between your folds to collect up the gathering moisture and push it up to your sensitive pearl. He’s spent so long being frightened of such intimacy but now that he’s plunged into the moment, that it’s with you, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else he’d rather be doing. 

You’d love nothing more than to drag out this moment for the entire night but Adrian’s sense of urgency, of need, has bled into you and you’re soon biting your lips and squirming beneath him when those fingers that had played the piano with you so well now explore you like you’re a new song to be learned, experimenting with where he applies more pressure or drags his fingers against, what tempo to move at. Soon enough, you’re reaching for his nightshirt and it makes him freeze for a moment when you pull at the ties. There’s a moment of pause and you wonder if you’ve made him uncomfortable but he looks into your viridian eyes that are gazing up at him with concern, with love and worry for his well-being and suddenly his moment of panic is over and he’s safe again. He pulls the shirt over his head to reveal the sculpted chest that you’re so used to seeing. (You had once been surprised to find out that Alucard even owns a shirt). 

He swallows thickly as his fingers withdraw from your pussy and he glances down to admire the cobweb of your arousal stretching between them. 

“This… this is enough now, right? It won’t hurt you?” You can’t help but smile softly at his words. Of course he would be worried about your comfort. He truly is such a sweet soul beneath all his layers of hurt. His words speak of inexperience but also of a want to learn your body, to be able to care for it and satisfy it. He’s trembling with the excitement of it all and you nod, giving him a little ‘mmh-hmm’ to let him know that it’s ok.

His hands bunch your nightdress up even more so that he can admire your glistening and swollen arousal before he pushes his bottoms down just enough to free his dick. You watch how exposure to the cooler air of the room makes his fang sink into his lower lip, not quite enough to break skin though. He strokes himself a few times before pressing against you and he sucks in a shaky breath at the sensation of your warm, wet slit against his sensitive tip. 

His face buries into your shoulder where he had been crying earlier – though now it’s there for entirely different reasons. He grinds his hips against yours until his cock can catch at your entrance and he finally begins to slowly sink into you. His chest presses to yours, pinning you to the ground while one of his arms snakes beneath your body. He pulls you up against him just enough to make your back arch and when it allows him in deeper, it tugs a little whimper from his lips. 

A moan is torn from your own throat at the feeling of him filling you up and your noise seems to only encourage him to do deeper. Your legs wrap around his waist though you’re careful to not do so too tightly. Adrian’s lips meet yours as he begins to rock his hips against you at a steady pace, worried he’ll finish too fast if he goes as quickly as he’s aching to do so deep down. 

He knows he’s not exactly the image of confidence and dominance right now but you’re letting him be in control nonetheless and it’s these things that you do for him, these accommodations you make in order to help him heal that just make his heart flutter for you in his chest and his lips crash onto yours as he feels your arms loop around his neck to hold him equally as close. 

The two of you don’t bother to try to muffle your sounds, knowing there is no one in this wing of the castle but the two of you and you feel Adrian hike one of your thighs higher over his hip and he moans against your lips each time you tug at his long hair which spills around you like curtains to block out the rest of the world. 

After a while, he grows more confident in his pace and his forehead rests against yours as he thrusts into you with more fervour. His head swims with pleasure but your pretty moans make him think to not so long ago when stroking your clit had prompted the same reaction and so he reaches down to rub quick little circles into it. The stimulation is unexpected and fills you with sudden pleasure that pushes you over the brink of orgasm, a sensation like liquid lightning running through your veins. The tight squeeze of your walls as you finish causes Adrian to come too and he has just the faintest amount of sense to pull out of you and quickly stroke himself to completion, finishing with sticky ribbons of cum over your abdomen and clit. 

He pants a few times before leaning over you again but this time he rests on his side. You both share the folded blanket beneath your head as a makeshift pillow as you come down from your highs. 

“Be mine?” Adrian asks softly. “Only mine.” His words make your racing heart skip a beat but your head is swimming too much for words and so you merely nod. You lean in to kiss him and then curl up against his chest, wrapping your arms around him while he does the same. 

That hollow feeling in you both vanishes and suddenly everything feels whole again. 

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𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ a little looksie into the castlevania men and their particular preferences . . . aka, the unavoidable “ass or tits” question!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 800+ words of . . . ) multi!castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, isaac laforeze, hector forgemaster, count olrox, mizrak, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; missionary, doggy, mutual masturbation, thigh-fucking, bdsm (spanking), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ yes, i am being trivial and shallow because it’s fun & that’s a good enough reason! inspired by this post here; i just had to whip up something for our favorite wallachian men >.< please enjoy, and thanks for reading! 🎀

𝒜𝐿𝑈𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒟!

it’s far too obvious, i think; but he loves. him. some. boobies! adrian’s a tits man through and through, even if he’s got too much decorum to admit it. his actions say it all, though— he loves to lick them, knead them, tease your nipples with his teeth, rest his head between them, gently cup either one whenever he’s embracing you from behind . . . he’ll even motorboat them if he’s feeling naughtier than usual. now, that’s all out of pure habit. intimately, though? slotting his twitchy cock between your boobs is surely his favorite; and then there’s those times when he’s got you laid upon your back while he's situated between your spread legs, fucking into you from above. his cold palms lie at your waist, grip going tight whenever you squeeze around his pulsing dick, and his golden eyes are stuck your breasts like it’s all they’re good for. the way they bounce and jiggle with his pace is nothing short of mesmerizing. coming all over them in the end will make him lose his fucking head. whether it’s an unaddressed mommy kink or otherwise, he just can’t get enough of you (and the girls!) let him suck your titties and his entire day is made.

𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒱𝑂𝑅!

ass. completely, absolutely, undeniably, ass. he’ll smack it, eat it, grope it, anything. trevor pinches your butt whenever he wants a rise out of you, just to see how much you’ll blow up at him. (he finds it cute, sue him!) and, smacks at it whenever you’re feeding him an attitude. if he starts grabbing at it with rough palms, you already know what he wants; to fuck your shit up. unexpectedly, doggy’s the first and foremost position he’ll fold you into once you reach that bed! trevor curves over your arched frame, grinning at the ripple of your asscheeks against his pelvis. he’ll spit pure fucking venom into your ear while you take him. seals it off with coating your plump, pretty ass with his seed. the happiest man alive, he now is.

𝑅𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒯𝐸𝑅!

both! there are men out there who simply can’t bring themselves to choose, because both are far too precious; and richie’s one of them. how could you even expect him to pick? both parts of you are so soft, round, and feminine . . . if you allow him to get his hands on either, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. this belmont’s skilled with his hands, might i add; his breast massages make you slump into him whine for more, and spankings don’t even feel like a punishment with him. as long as he can kiss down your body, mark the canvas of your flesh, and caress anything you’ve got in a pair of two, rich’s all yours.

𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒜𝒞!

thighs! it isn’t necessarily a given option, but then again, this man isn't like the others. he loves the fullness of them, how warm to the touch they are whenever he rests a hand at your lap, and finds them to be the greatest pillow the entire world could offer. you stroking at his smooth scalp while he nudges his face into your thighs is his idea of paradise. speaking of, this man is king of thigh-fucking!!!! slots his cock in between the warmth od your inner thighs, urges you to keep them closed tight, and makes a mess of them by the time he’s done. his cum releases in streams, and spurts out to drip down your lap. but don’t worry, his tongue’s already out; as a gentleman, isaac always makes sure to clean up his messes.

𝐻𝐸𝒞𝒯𝒪ℛ!

tits! they’re perfectly squishy, which helps considering that he’s got loads of stress to rid himself of. one-finger less isn’t stopping him from giving the girls their much deserved attention! he’s slipping under your bra, brushing past your nipples, and kneading the mounds like he’s got nothing better to do. you know what’s his favorite thing to do with you and the girls? having you on your back with him kneeling above you, desperately tugging at his cock right before your face. you bring a hand down to swipe at your clit and match his pace; god, he swears you’re drooling. you suckle at his tip, and it’s enough stimulation to bring him to his peak. he’s then cumming all over your chest, some reaching your spit-streaked lips. has he ever mentioned how beautiful you look this way?

𝐵𝒪𝒩𝒰𝒮!

dracula simply adores thighs! a man of culture, this one is. as for olrox, he loves him some (man) titties. a nice, broad and firm chest is enough to put a smile on his face and a tent in his pants. then there’s mizrak, the ass-lover. grabbing it is his favorite past-time >.<

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cw: f!reader, vampire (Alucard is half-human, half-vampire), smut - dry humping, cunnilingus and blowjob (69 position), PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author's Note: I binged Castlevania during my little break from here and Alucard/Adrian Tepes is currently living in my mind rent free right now. In fact, I'm actually living in his castle and I'm the one paying him (with sex) and this is the result. MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

Alucard fucks you with those slutty little belts wrapped around his waist because he knows how much you like them.

He doesn't quite understand the obsession himself; he wears it for practical reasons, a holster for his ridiculously long sword. "Why are you so fascinated with these?" he asks, watching your fingers work nimbly on the tight straps, tracing his cold skin beneath it.

You're with him in bed, one arm linked around his fondly, the other stretched over his torso. You give him a warm smooch on his cheek, smiling softly. "I think they're sexy. Is that so wrong?"

He rolls his eyes, still not understanding. "What's so sexy about practicality?"

Deciding that it's better for you to demonstrate rather than trying to explain it any further, you swing your leg over his lap, straddling him. You're in your silky nightgown, him bare-chested with his leather pants still on. And, of course, those belts criss-crossed right above his loins. You hook your finger around it, snapping it against his skin. He hisses, baring his fangs at you, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you just how sexy practicality can be," you smirk, grabbing his belts with both hands, like reins on a horse. He licks his lips while watching, relaxing against the pillows, relenting control to you.

You start slow, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, thin layers of fabric separating you. Soon, you feel him hardening against his britches and you rub yourself on his bulge until your panties are creamy with slick. His grip on your waist tightens as you throw your head back in pleasure, a sweet moan escaping your lips. "Adrian."

"Show me," he mutters, voice trembling, golden eyes half-lidded in a daze from watching you. You lift the hem of your nightgown up, displaying the wet spot leaking through your undergarments. He hisses again, expression wild with lust now. Swiftly, he strips you naked, turning you around to plop you down onto his face to lap at your arousal, tasting every drop of you. You lean down, removing his bottoms while he pleasures you, leaving only his belts on. With a firm grip on them, you sink your mouth onto his cock, bobbing up and down on his shaft, swallowing him to the hilt.

When the both of you are barely hanging on the edge, he directs you back onto his lap, facing him, your cunt wet and glistening with slick and spit. "You better hold on tight, darling," he grins, flashing his fangs at you. He guides himself inside you as you squeeze his leather straps, holding on for dear life while he fucks up into you with rough and deep thrusts. His long, pristine fingers squelch on your throbbing clit, waiting for you to come twice more before he releases inside you, filling you up with his seed.

When he sees your combined mess dripping onto his belt, he finally understands the appeal.

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[kookiekittyp4nties]

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Read it on A03 here !

Fic summery: Annette has been unknowingly tempting Richter all day. from the bounce of her chest, to the glimpse he got of her sweat slicked torso. He's fallen for her, and hard. The two find themselves alone together in Annette's room one evening, and a night full of firsts and pleasure ensues.

Tags:Smut, nsfw, vaginal fingering, , creampie, praise kink blowjobs, oral sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, shameless smut, first time, blow jobs, semi-public masturbation, accidental voyeurism, non consentual voyeurism, fantasizing, missionary, cowgirl, riding, simultaneous orgasm, handjobs, nipple play, nipple sucking, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, mutual pining, mutual lust, lust, love confession

A/n: i rarely see any smutty fics for these two on this site so this is my contribution! dms are open for fic requests or commission inquiries btw

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She had been unknowingly tempting him all day. The bounce of her breasts, the tight fit of her pants, the sweat that glistened on her brow. Richter found himself almost gawking at Annette while she sparred with Maria. She lifted her shirt to wipe her face and Richter caught a lucky glimpse of her lower abdomen. “Fuck” he thought as he felt the heat building in his crotch.

 He pulled his eyes away from Annette and started towards the forest surrounding Maria’s cottage. “Where are you off to Richter?”  Maria calls. “Just going to retrieve my throwing daggers. I shan’t be that long” he replies. The last part of his message essentially means “Don’t come looking, I’ll be back when I’m ready.” The two girls just nod at him and go back to practising.

Richter walks deep into the forest until he is certain he’s alone. “I can’t believe I'm doing this,” he thinks. “But I’m about to paint my fucking pants and I don't think I can handle the embarrassment of walking past Annette with a wet spot on my trousers” he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down. A moment of doubt flashes across his mind but it's quickly replaced with the image of  Annette's sweat-slicked torso. 

His eyebrows knit together as he pulls his hardening dick out of his pants and spits into his hand. He closes his eyes while he strokes himself. He imagines Anette looking up at him from her knees, her full lips are wet and slightly parted. She smiles at him and pulls his dick out of his trousers. She licks her lips and coyly takes him into her mouth. “Fuckkk Annette.” Richter groans. His grip on himself tightens as he frantically thrusts into his palm. 

He fucks his hand raw at the thought of her. Taking her against a tree, his head between her thighs making her cum so hard she cries out, bouncing her in his lap while they moan in unison. Her big brown eyes, her voice.  His back arches and he throws his head back in ecstasy. He frantically thrusts into his hand whimpering and moaning loudly. Richter cums with a shout, he slumps back against the tree as he paints his palm and fingers with his jizz. There is a moment where he tries to stifle his moans but when he remembers he is entirely alone he dismisses it. At least, he thought he was alone. 

Annette’s breath hitches when she hears Richter moan her name. She is standing behind a tree about 50 feet from him. She never meant to spy, she’d only followed after him. She didn't know why, but something about the way he was looking at her was intriguing. She’d have never thought that she would catch him doing this. Slumped against a tree, face flushed, exposed, stroking himself and moaning her name. 

She wanted to look away but she couldn't. 

Her eyes were glued to his body, the tuft of dark pubic hair and his leaking cock entranced her. She squeezed her legs together while she watched him. Her heart raced and she almost hoped he’d see her. Her panties dampened at the sound of his moans and whimpers. Her entire body feels hot, most notably between her legs. 

When she thinks he is about to finish she quickly and quietly tiptoes back to Maria’s cottage, in an effort to get home before Richter. In her haste, she almost Runs into him, and he seems to be just as surprised as she is, “Annette watch out!” his voice startles her and she stumbles into him. He smells sweaty and heady. “Don't sneak up on me like that Belmont.” she playfully shoves him and tries to hide her embarrassment. 

“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere. What are you doing in the woods anyway? I thought you were sparring with Maria?” Richter ASOS, which is a hint of suspicion. “We finished early and I went to clear my head a little.” Annette sputters out. 

Time skip 

Dinner is awkward, there is a strange tension that hangs in the air, Richter talks a little too much, and Annette stares a little too long. They accidentally brush their hands when reaching for bread. Annette can’t get his moans out of her mind, the grunts and groans bounce around her head like an echo chamber. She can feel herself getting hotter and her breathing getting heavier while she eats. 

Richter is flushed, to say the least. He's still straining in his pants, despite jerking off feverishly earlier. He can tell something is up with Annette too. He's not entirely sure she didn't hear or see him in the forest. Part of him hoped she did, that way he wouldn't have to tell her and instead, she could come to him. Or cum on him, her choice. 

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Richter knows he shouldn't be walking down the hall to Annette’s room at this time of night. But he can't help himself. There was so much tension at dinner he could tell something was up. “I’m only going to see if she is okay.” he tells himself. In the back of his mind the image of Annette opening the door unclothed keeps playing over. He secretly hopes she opens the door naked. 

Annette can hear Richter walking down the hall towards her room. “What could he want at this hour?”  she thinks. The memory of his hungry eyes and wanton moans from the forest play over in her head. She quickly peels her panties off. Something in her tells her he is here to let her know how he feels. And that warms her to the core. A secret part of her hopes that he is coming to see her because of the woods incident. 

 The door creaks open and Richter eyes Annette in her nightgown. The lamp behind her back lights her and he can clearly see the silhouette of her body through her nightgown. He salivates at the sight of her clothed nipples poking through the thin cotton of her pyjamas. She looks beautiful, the light of the lamp reflects off her gold hair cuffs and gives her a slight halo. He towers over her and there's an awkward silence that hangs over them for a moment. “Can I come in?” Richter asks. “Of course.”Annette looks up at him through her long eyelashes; their hearts race in unison when they hear the door close.

They were alone, at night, in Annette’s room, barely clothed. They both open their mouths to say something but are too shy. “I saw how you were looking at me today.” Annette finally says. “I-I Didn't mean to stare” RIchter replies, he avoids eye contact out of embarrassment. “It’s okay.” Annette smiles. “I didn't say that I disliked it.” they both blush. “I really like you, Annette,” The two make eye contact and Richter smiles softly. He pulls her into his chest and embraces her. To him, she smells citrusy like fruit. He holds her gently. 

“I know.” Annette giggles, with her arms over RIchter’s shoulders. “You Know?” he looks baffled and she almost regrets saying something. “I have good intuition.” She wants to tell him that she saw him in the forest but she can't bring herself to do it.  "Well If I like you, and you like me, don't you think we should fucking do something about it?" 

There's a mischievous look in Richters's eyes that warms her stomach. He slides his hand down from her shoulder to her waist and pulls their bodies together. That look he had when she saw him in the forest earlier is back, but there's something hungrier in it. Almost beastlike. Despite this, when he first presses his lips against hers, he is gentle. They kiss tentatively before Annette pulls away. “Kiss me like you mean it Belmont.” 

Richter kisses like he is trying to devour Annette. He gropes and fondles her while they kiss. Sucking and peppering her collarbone with hickeys and kisses. She grinds her body against his and he slips his hands under her nightgown to grab her breasts. He runs his thumb over her hard nipple before gently pinching it. She gasps and pulls him into another kiss. This one is lewd; they kiss with tongue and Richter leads; their mouths move in unison, feverishly trying to drink each other. Annette moans into Richter's mouth and grinds herself into his growing erection. 

They pull away for a moment to undress themselves. Richters hands slip Annette's nightgown over her head and he takes a second to admire her body. Her breasts are larger than he thought, that glimpse he got of her abdomen was nothing compared to this. He could never have imagined that she would be this beautiful under her clothes. Her stomach as he saw earlier is toned but slim, and below her navel is a trimmed bush of dark pubic hair.  “Belmont You're staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” he finally says. Both of them blush. Slightly embarrassed, Richter turns his attention to taking his shirt off. This time it's Annette’s turn to ogle. The man before her was unlike anything she’d seen before. He's incredibly toned, muscles ripple under his scarred skin. Richter feels himself stained in his trousers as Annette presses her naked body against his. “So are you,” She replies, running her hands down his abs towards the waistband of his trousers. 

“Before we continue, I have something to admit. This is my first time,” she whispers

“That's okay,” Richter smiles, cupping her cheek. “I’ll go slowly. And I'll teach you how to feel good, okay? Tonight will be about you.” Annette nods and giggles as Richter picks her up bridal style and carries her over to her bed. He sets her down gently and climbs over her. He starts kissing her neck again leaving a trail of kisses. 

When he reaches her breast he licks a stripe up her nipple and hears her gasp. He takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, taking special attention to tease her just enough. He does the same to the other side but this time bites the tip ever so slightly. “Ah!” Annette moans loudly, and her legs spasm a little. 

Richter looks up and Annette’s eyes are half-lidded; she already looks orgasmic. He unlatches her breast with a pop and starts licking a stripe down from her breast to her navel. He looks up at her and they lock eyes while his head slips in between her thighs. He can distinctly smell her arousal and is almost surprised at how wet she is. She's soaked and dripping onto the linen below her. He swipes his fingers up her drenched pussy he brings them to his mouth to taste. “Fuck, Annette your cunt tastes so good.” he almost moans the last portion of his sentence. She looks shocked to hear him say something so vulgar. “I need to taste you, my fingers aren’t enough. Is that okay?” she nods and chews her bottom lip. 

Without hesitation, Richter brings his mouth to her vulva again. Using the flat part of his tongue he licks from the bottom to top. Annette lets out an obscene moan above him, her thighs spasm and Richter has to hold onto them to avoid being crushed. “Don’t cum yet Annette I just started.” He chuckles. He laps at her pussy collecting all her wetness on his tongue then spreading it over her clit and sucking it off.

 He does this once more before he rubs a finger against her entrance. “Don’t tease me Richter” Annette moans. He slides his index finger into her and continues to eat her out. At this point she’s so wet she is dripping down his chin. Suddenly Annette cried out and grabbed his hair “Richter! I-i’m cumming.” her legs clamp around his head while she humps his face, riding out her orgasm.

 When her legs go slack Richter pulls up from between her legs, his mouth and jaw are soaked. And he wears a delighted look on his face. He kisses Annette again so she can taste herself. He slips his finger back inside her while they kiss and she rubs the tent in his pants. “You can add a second finger.” She whispers. He slips his ring finger into her and gasps. “Feels good doesn't it?” Richter murmurs against her neck. “Mhm, but I think I want more than just your fingers belmont.” 

Richter blushes “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush Nette.” She nods and cups his face with her hand. “I’m sure. If I didn't want this I Would have stopped you ages ago.” she reaches for his trousers “To give pleasure is the greatest pleasure.” she almost whispers. Her hands slip into his trousers to pull them down. They both gasp when  Annette grabs RIchters dick, It's slightly bigger than she thought it’d be and throbs in her hand.

 She spits on her hand and starts stroking him, up and down. “Is this good?” She tentatively asks. Richter groans, “Yeah that's good baby.” his eyes lock on her hand moving up and down his dick and the sight makes him throb in her palm. “Faster.” he whimpers and closes his eyes. 

As he leans his head back in pleasure, Annette licks a stripe up him before taking him into her mouth. “Fuck! W-wait- you don’t have to do that.” with a pop Annette slips him out of her mouth and back into his hand. “I want to, so much of my life has been dictated by what other people want me to do. I promised myself to only do things I genuinely want to.” 

“Okay, we can stop any time you want by the way baby.”  Annette nods and they share a warm smile before she goes back to giving head.

 “God that’s so-” Richter moans again, “that's perfect.” he opens his eyes to see Annette's full lips wrapped around his cock, spit dripping down her chin. Her dark round eyes looked up at him through her eyelashes. She looks even hotter than he thought she would, the real thing is so much better than his imagination. 

He encouragingly runs his hand through her locs and brushes them out of her face. Annette swirls her tongue around his head before inhaling and taking him as far down her throat as she can. The sounds of her sucking and licking his cock fill the air of her bedroom. The noise fills both their ears and Annette can't help but use her non-dominant hand to finger herself. She bobs her head up and down, breaking eye contact to concentrate. Just when Richter feels himself coming to the edge she pops off his cock, “Belmont, I can’t take it anymore, I need you to fuck me.” she whines. 

“Are you sure?” he asks through his light daze. “Mhm,” she nods and bites her lip. The two shift positions so that Annette is lying on her back and Richter is between her legs. He kisses her gently and lines himself up at her entrance. “You ready, Nette?” She nods and kisses Richter deeply. “I'll go slow okay?” their breaths hitch in unison as he slowly pushes himself inside her.

 Once fully sheathed in her he momentarily stops to give Annette some time to adjust to his size. The last thing he’d like to do is hurt her. He holds her body close to his for a moment and they share a few deep breaths. “You can move now.” Annette whimpers. Their hips grind against each other as Richter slowly starts thrusting into her. 

“Harder, you don't have to be scared, you won't break me, Belmont.” Annette moans, her hips start moving almost involuntarily to match his thrusts. She didn't think getting fucked would feel this good. Richter picks up her leg and throws it over his shoulder, he starts thrusting into her harder, fucking her as deeply as he can. Grunting with each thrust.

His cock feels almost addictive to Annette, it's almost as if she can’t even form a coherent thought or sentence. All she can muster are moans, whimpers and gasps. Richter runs into her body snapping his hips to her pelvis. He shakes his hand between them to rub her clit and she clenches around him. “Richter!” She cries out, her back arched off the bed and her legs wrapped around his waist. 

Her pussy clamps around Richters cock with a vice grip. To him, it feels like she's almost milking his dick and he can't help himself when he feels himself rushing to the edge.“God, you’re so tight Annette I’m gonna cum.” The knot in his stomach feels like it's about to bust and he throbs inside her pussy. “I- I think I am too!” Annette moans back. She bucks her hips into his feverishly, both of them moaning in unison. Richter flips them over so Annette is in his lap and bouncing on his cock. 

“Mmm fuck, that's so-so good Richter! I’m-” Her hips wriggle and ride him erratically as she cries out.  “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she throws her head back and spasms in his lap while coating his cock. Her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth agape. Richter finds her throat and begins to mark it with love bites.

“That's it, baby, cum on my fucking cock, oh my god I'm cumming too!”  Richter cries out. “Inside, cum inside Belmont! It's okay!” Annette whimpers. Richters back arches and he moans loudly as he cums inside his lover rubbing her clit furiously to bring her to the edge again. Dragging another orgasm out of her sensitive body. He kisses her sloppily as his thrusts become lazy and she goes from bouncing in his lap to messily grinding against him.

  “That was…amazing”  they pant in unison. Richter pulls out and his cum slowly starts to leak out of Annette's pussy. He leans over to pick up the square of cloth beside her bed and dips it into the cup of water before he gently wipes her clean. Taking special care to be mindful of her overstimulated clit.

 “Thank you,” she whispers. “I couldn't imagine it'd be comfortable to cuddle while my cum oozed out of you.” Richter mumbles, his face is flushed and he's almost too shy to look Annette in the eye. His feelings are too raw, too sensitive for him to understand. It's almost comical to Annette how he avoids her eye contact. As if they hadn't been rutting their bodies together like animals moments before. 

Their collective boldness from before is almost nowhere to be found. They cuddle and chat for what seems like forever. Talking about everything and nothing until Annette falls asleep. Richter pulls the covers over them and plays with the gold bands on her locs until he too falls asleep. Their chests rise and fall in unison and for a time, nothing exists outside of them in that moment. 

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Alucard has Stomach Cramps

Alucard has the worse stomach cramps of his life. Baths, tea, water, nothing helps. Sypha goes and find a medical book which lists another option. An option only a desperate half vamp would ask for. Sypha is good at doctoring. Trevor helps some. Alucard is such a virgin.

Or Sypha pushed Alucard through his first orgasm to try and alleviate his debilitating cramps and she finds... a soft surprise.

“Ughhh, fuck.” Sypha heard as she walked past the room that usually held the half-vamp during the nights. Though usually at this time of day he would be out and about, cleaning, cooking, fixing up the old castle.

The speaker walked backwards so that she could see through the small sliver  in the doorway. She spotted Alucard laying out in his bed, legs spread, with his hands gentling over his thin stomach. She watched his for a moment. His face was painted with discomfort and then his body jumped and he rolled to his side. He groaned out in pain and dug his pale palms into the muscles that sat under his white tunic.

Sypha waited for a moment until she watched the man (sort of man) lay back onto his back and continued massaging his stomach. Then she knocked lightly at the door and waited until he grunted a response to push it open the rest of the way and walk in.

“Hello, you look pained, what’s wrong?” The speaker said as she approached the bed. Alucard opened his eyes and they were close to teary. He continued to rub his stomach.

“I’m not... ah, I’m not sure. Cramps I think. Terribly awful cr- FUCKING CRAMPS!” The vampire jumped again and curled onto his side cradling his twisting muscles. Sypha came to his side quickly and pushed his larger hands away and placed her hands flat on his abdomen. There was strong tension in his muscles but that was all she felt.

“Easy, easy Alucard. Breathe through them.” The girl said and the man tries to breathe. He took tight inbreathes and shaking breathes flowing from his nose. “Good. Good. You should get a hot bath. I shall try to find another relief for you. Do you need help?” Alucard laid there and trembled for a moment before shaking his head. Sypha didn’t fight him but listened to make sure he didn’t collapse while filling the bath or on his way.

While the beastly man bathed the speaker told Trevor about the cramps that plagued their friend and looked through one of the many medical books in the library.

‘Stomach and abdominal ailments’ was the book she had flicked through. There was a large portion about cramping.

Hot baths, rest, massage, chamomile teas, drinking warm or room temperature water, and... one Sypha didn’t quite know about. Orgasms. The book read that the after effects of a release can release the tension in the abdominal muscles and can help alleviate many pains like mensuration pains and headaches and can even help insomnia.

When Sypha heard the sound of the vampire walking barefoot back to his room she waited a few moments before walking, book in hand, back to the blonde’s bedroom.

She knocked twice and waited until a “come in” was called out. She opened the door onto Alucard cradling his stomach through his long white nighty.

“Did the heat of the bath help? I have a book of other treatments you should choose from.” Sypha explained as she pulled his desk chair to the side of the bed. Alucard rubbed his stomach for a moment before answering.

“Not really. I feel like my guts are being tied into knots. It’s not as often tho- OH FUCK THEY HURT PRETTY FUCKING BAD.” The vamp just brought his knees up to his chest and rolled to face the speaker. He trembled and cried out and tears again threatened to fall. Sypha put her hand to his head, no fever, Could vampires get fevers...?

She shook herself from her thoughts and rubbed her hand up and down his arm to try and calm him. He was forcing himself to breathe deeply.

“I have other treatments . Tea, water, a massage, rest. There are... others. But I think those would all help lessen the pain. What do you want to try first?” She said in a light voice. Once the cramps stopped for the time he reached up and took the book from her lap.

“Isn’t there anything faster? I’m desperate at this point. Where is it? Where does it say the treatments? Anything faster... oh. Uh... Um...I um I guess. I guess I’ll try um some tea. Thank you, Sypha.” Alucard said and turned a slight shade of pink, quite a blush. The speaker knew he had seen the other option. He would more than likely practice this treatment in his own time once he had his tea.

“Stay here then. Read through that as well. Familiarize yourself with the other treatments.” Sypha said as she left to make tea and get water.

As she made the tea Trevor decided to come and ask about what she was doing which lead to Sypha telling him about the more orgasmic treatments. Trevor laughed and said “he’s probably never done that. Have you heard him talk about me? He’s absolutely never even seen something so vulgar as any kind of genitals. He probably doesn’t even do that to himself. Complete virgin.” Which earned him a hit upon the arm but Sypha did consider it. She hadn’t known Alucard to take any lovers while they traveled. And he certainly never spoke of anyone or even ever doing anything so distasteful.

“Here we go. Chamomile tea and a large glass of water. Drink both but don’t drink too fast. You can keep that book there for a while. If you need anything call for me or Trevor. I’ll leave you be for now.” The speaker said. She wouldn’t return until almost dark.

When Sypha walked down the hall that contained the dhampir’s room she was caught by a loud wail. One that sounded like it clawed it’s way from someone’s dying throat. She ran toward the mans room throwing open the door.

“Sypha! Help! Please- it’s so horrible. It fUCKING HURTS! Get get.... get Belmont please I need- I need- I need another treatment please” Alucard yelled. There were tears running down his face as he wailed and sobbed. He laid in the fetal position with his hands rubbing at his pained muscles.

He wanted something to make to stop! He was willing to try... the other option. He trusts Sypha and Trevor explicitly. This would just be medical anyway. No one had ever touched him there, on his soft parts, in a sexual way before.

Sypha nodded and ran through the castle till she reached the hunter who was looking at a set of shiny throwing knives.

“Trevor! Alucard is still having debilitating cramps. He requested you come to him with me. I think he’s seriously considering using the final option. He needs support, no laughing.” Sypha said firmly as she hauled the the hunter up and walking quickly back to the vampire.

“What do you mean final option? I know I usually want to kill him but I didn’t expect that from you-“ Trevor said and the stopped abruptly in front of the door.

“We are not killing him. You just no talking. You no speak. I’m going to make him climax to release the tension. You just. Just do whatever he wants you to do. This is medical and should be treated as such.” Sypha said and opened the door. Alucard was shaking on his side still. Small whimpers and whines escaped him and his toes curled and uncurled each time.

“Alucard, Trevor is here too. What do you want us to do, be specific with this.” Sypha said as she sat back in the chair she had pulled over earlier.

“Please just make them stop! I wanna try the um... this one.” Alucard pulled the book up to show Sypha the word ‘orgasm’. He was blushing harder than either of them had ever seen him. He was almost red. The vampire refused to look at Trevor or even near him. Sypha nodded and hummed.

“Okay well how do you wanna lay down? I need access so keep that in mind.” Sypha said and watched the Alucard stack up his pillows and lay against them but he looked so nervous. He kept glancing at Trevor. Sypha sighed.

“Alucard. You need to be comfortable. You have to relax so you need to feel safe. Trevor came here to help you too. If you need him to do something- ask.” Sypha said as she reread through the section. Trevor came around tossed his shoes off and came to Alucard’s side.

“I’m not judging you. Do what Sypha says. This is a medical issue. Don’t be a pain in the ass.” Trevor said. He tried to sound put out and aloof but he really just sounded concerned.

Alucard opens his mouth to respond but just gasped and whined. He rolled back onto his side and cried as another hellish round of cramps racked his body. He yowled and curled up so his knees where close to his face.

“Okay Alucard. Okay. Come on. I’ll hold you and you let Sypha take care of you.”  Trevor huffed and as soon as the pail man relaxed back he was being pulled against the hunters chest.

Trevor sat down in the middle of the bed with his back mostly propped up on the stack of pillows. He quickly pulled the nighty clad patient in between his legs. He pushed Alucard’s back against his own chest and hooked the dhampir’s ankles over his claves so the thin pale legs were spread.

“Wait! Um... uh... I’m nervous!” Alucard said and lifted his feet and closed his knees. He brought his feet flat on the bed which gave Sypha a look up his shirt. He really was just so thin...

“It’s fine Alucard. Just say what we can do to make you more comfortable. I’m hoping to get this taken care of before the cramps start again. I don’t want you in anymore pain.” Sypha said as she situated herself on her knees in front of Alucard’s pale feet and between Trevors legs.

The vampire closed his eyes as a few tears slipped through and put his feet on each side of the speaker and then took a few breathes and then put his ankles back outside. He looked to the side and pouted, blushing.

“I’m going to push up your shirt. Stop me if you need me too. If not just hold onto Trevor and relax. Just let go, alright?” Sypha said and pushed up the light white material revealing milky muscled thighs and Alucard’s... oh

“Alucard? Is this a... a vampire or a you thing?” Sypha asked as she gandered down at the small pale mound. Alucard flex his thighs together a little bit and flushed pink and looked scared for a moment.

“It’s a me thing... my mother said I’m special in that way... is it bad? I’ve never... um I’ve never.” Alucard said and tried to look at himself but he just saw the fabric of his shirt. He’d looked at himself obviously but it always looked the same. Some skin over some squishy stuff. He didn’t particularly care about it so he just washed it quickly when he bathed and tried not to mess with it.

Sypha just looked at him in the face for a moment before looking back down at his mound and folds. He looked rather normal. He looked like any other vagina she’s ever seen. Hell he looked similar to herself. He was just so pale though so where it was pink it looked... well it was pretty. Of course it was kind of strange, seeing as the vampire had no body hair and apparently that also applied to this area.

“You’ve never what? Most people haven’t taken a mirror to look down there. It’s fine Alucard. Now, can I touch?” Sypha said but the half vamp pulled his thighs together a bit and reached his hands down to pull on the end of his shirt, almost covering himself.

“Alucard, it’s Sypha. Whatever the fuck your being fussy over doesn’t matter. Just let her make you come so you can go the fuck to sleep.” Trevor said in a in a exasperated voice. This was not the time to be a priss. Alucard whimpered a small bit and pulled his shirt down some and pressed his knees as together as he could while Sypha sat between them. He looked to the side and tried not to cry anymore. He felt... too much.

Sypha hit Trevors thigh and mouthed something at the man but he made a confused face. So she whispered as if Alucard couldn’t hear.

“Trevor, he has what I have. Shut up.” Sypha whispered and gave him the death stare. Trevors eyes widened and he gasped at her. He mouthed ‘seriously?? What the fuck?’ Sypha didn’t answer him but she did smile down at the vampire and gently rubbed the outside of his thigh.

“It’s alright. Trevor didn’t mean anything. It’s okay to be a bit nervous. But it’s okay, This doesn’t change the fact that you’re still going to need relax and spread your legs. Do you want to do this yourself?” Sypha said in a gentle tone.

Alucard started to push his legs back down and out but a loud cry rang out from him and he turned and folded himself up. Trevor just wrapped one of his arms around to help hold his friend’s knees close to his chest and the other arm rubbed at his back. Alucard just cried out and sobbed and pushed his hands onto his stomach.

Sypha watched and decided that even if they had to hold Alucard down they were getting this done fast.

Alucard was breathing heavily after the cramps subsided. His face was splotchy and his mouth bled a bit from where his fangs had dug into his own lips. Trevor rubbed over Alucard’s stomach over his shirt.

Sypha moved his legs so they were draped over Trevor’s and the hunter put his hands on the vampires arms. He understood what the speaker was doing.

Sypha shoved the white shirt up and rubbed her hands on the insides of the creamy soft thighs for a moment before moving her thumbs to pull the rosy lips apart.

Alucard tried to pull his legs back together but Sypha just scooted closer so his knees couldn’t close. Alucard let out a loud whine and squirmed a bit.

“Sy- Sypha I’ve never done that! I don’t know how to do that! I don’t I don’t I I I” he said quickly and looked panicked but Sypha just pulled her hands back and rubbed his thighs.

“Alucard, do you not uh, masturbate?” Trevor asked. He didn’t think saying jerk off would be proper. Alucard flexed his hands a bit against Trevors pants.

“no... i don’t know how. i don’t need to.” Alucard said as he watched Sypha move her hands to pulled him apart again. He whimpered again and his stomach muscles jumped.

“Okay well... just try to relax and if it hurts, tell me. Just try to relax.” Sypha said and Alucard took a moment before nodding his head and looking to the side. Sypha sighed and moved slowly.

She slowly brought one hand to pull up the skin covering the vampire’s little clit. She ran her other hand to use two fingers to hold open the bottom folds, uncovering his hole. He twitched and Sypha watched his hole twitch alongside his stomach muscles. Alucard let out a loud whine that turned into a small scream when Sypha moved to run the pad of her thumb over the small red nub. Trevor had to put an arm around the wide chest in front of him. Alucard whined and wiggled his hips around and dug his razor sharp nails into Trevors thighs. Trevor only responded by forcing himself to be still and not yell out.

“No! No! No! I wanna- I wanna-“ Alucard was cut off my another high whine has Sypha continued her rubbing on his clit but ran another finger out around his hole letting her fingers stimulate his outer folds.

Alucard continued to whine and wiggle and cry out and occasionally scream when Sypha ran her finger just along his hole without dipping in, just getting her fingers wet with his juices.

Trevor just held him flat against his chest and stroked up and down his left side. He did his best not to squeeze the vampire when the needly claws dug farther into his thigh.

Once Alucard was violently thrashing around almost constantly crying out and Sypha could feel his hole throbbing and he was dripping wet, the speaker dipped a finger into the loose wet hole. She kept rubbing circles into his clit and worked her finger in until Alucard jumped and screeched.

“NO! NO! Let me up! Let me up I need the bathroom! Emergency I need to go! Wait just wait!” Alucard said. He could easily throw both humans off but he was shaking too hard and each time he moved he clenched down onto the finger that was insistently pressing onto that spot that made him need to both vomit and go to the bathroom and shake and cry.

“You don’t need to pee. You need to let it go. Let it go Alucard, release it. Let it take over.” Sypha said and Trevor rubbed the muscular stomach.

Alucard panted and cried out as tears rolled down his face. His nails dug deep into Trevors thighs and his own thighs squeezed the sides of Sypha’s body.

Sypha doubled down and rubbed quickly at the hard bud and thrusted her finger quickly in and out of the clenching spawning hole.

Alucard let out a blood curdling screech and ripped his nails down Trevors thighs, leaving deep bleeding scratches, and clenched all over.

Sypha took her finger away from his clit and only rubbed a bit more at his special spot.

The vampire twitched for minutes and went completely limp. His eyes where open but not a soul was home. He was panting with his mouth open and he didn’t even move. Sypha got a wet towel and wiped away most of the thick creamy cum that was dripping from his hole. She wiped and wiped until there wasn’t much left. She almost brought some bandages for Trevor’s leg and patted the blood away through his pants. Alucard would have to move so they could tend to those wounds properly.

Alucard rolled onto his side and snuggled into Trevor’s warm tunic clad chest. He was limp and he hadn’t had anymore cramps. He was fast sleep soon. The rhythmic motion of Trevor’s breathing and the exhaustion over took him.

Sypha pulled up some blankets and Trevor  lifted the rather light man and put him so he could snuggle into the blankets. Alucard did snuggle deeply into the pile of blankets. Sypha watched him. ‘ Who Knew ’ she thought to herself. Trevor made his way to their room and handled the long scratches on his legs. As soon as Sypha walked in he was asking her about it.

“Was is actually a pussy?”

“Did he get wet?”

“Was it like normal?”

“Did he have down there?”

“He literally doesn’t have a dick?”

Sypha sighed and nodded.

“It was just normal. He’s normal I mean even inside it felt normal. He got slick and pink and his clitoris was normal. He doesn’t have any hair anywhere, I think.” Sypha explained. She might have to remember this experience.

They didn’t talk much about it after that. Alucard didn’t mention it. Trevor sometimes stared at his crotch but that was Trevor.

Although eventually Sypha did find Alucard sitting in a secluded part of the library reading old Belmont books. After that he never complained of cramps again.

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