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Dusk had come and gone by the time you set foot in the Obscuary dorms. 

As unsurprising as it was that you needed a form signed, it was no less tedious for you to acquire said signature—especially when it came to Ed. If it were any other house, you’d already have the documents dealt with and could be on your way back to the cathedral. Instead, you found yourself glaring vehemently at the mahogany wood door before you. No response. 

After a long exchange of irrelevant text messages with Ed, he’d agreed to sign the papers, provided you brought them to him. However, you’d been knocking on his bedroom door for five minutes already, and the option to break it down was gradually growing more appealing by the second. 

With no footsteps to preface the pair of arms coiling around you and pulling you back, the sudden movement elicited a startled shriek from your lips. 

“My apologies, lovely lady.” The familiar voice of the Obscuary captain provided quick relief to your distress. “How ill-mannered of me to keep you waiting. You see, Rui left me all alone today, and I had no choice but to leave my room in search of fresh clothes...” 

“Well, now that you’re here,” you held out the documents along with a pen you had already prepared. The last thing you wanted to do was rummage through his room in search of one, something you knew would occur had you not prepared accordingly. “I need you to sign this.”

“Oh, my.” Not a hint of verity could be heard in his voice. “It seems my eyesight’s been worsening... I can hardly see the print without better lighting. Perhaps we could discuss this in my room instead.”

Though you were certain he could see you rolling your eyes, he made no effort to acknowledge it. 

“Go on, then.” You gestured toward the door. 

“After you.” He opened the door, holding it for you to walk through. The familiar sight of his chandelier was there to greet you, the vermillion glow of its many candles illuminating the maroon walls. 

After he’d made himself comfortable in his chair, you once again approached him with the forms. You’d barely taken a step forward when a pained expression appeared on his face. 

“Ow... I fear old age has been eroding this body,” he complained. “Hardly a day passes without my back aching. It would be very helpful if I could receive a massage.”

“No, and I still need you to sign this,” you replied, your patience wearing off faster than you’d hoped. 

“A pity.” Ed continued his lament with a dramatic exhale, not even bothering to glance at the papers before him. “I have yet to try it for myself, but humans seem to enjoy it.”

“Ed.” Your tone was curt. “Sign the form.” 

“Why yes, the form,” Ed drawled, evidently disinterested. “You see, I am feeling rather under the weather today, and it just slipped my mind.” 

You weren’t sure if he truly was smiling or if it was merely the tone of his voice that gave this impression, but your eye twitched nonetheless in irritation. 

“Ed, sign the form or I will personally drag you beneath the sun myself.”

“You intend on hurting me? How cruel.” Ed brought his hand to his face, index finger resting upon his chin, just beneath the exaggerated pout on his lips. “I am a feeble old man, you know.”

“Then you’ll have a hard time stopping me,” you responded. 

“I remember now...” This time, he made no effort to conceal his smile, his lips tugging upwards into a crescent. “I recently watched a video about something similar. Apparently, the youth these days are fond of dominant women. What was it called again?”

You had no doubt that the pause he made then was feigned, only existing to serve his affinity for theatrics. 

“Femdom?”

You blinked. The term shouldn’t have arrived as unexpectedly, yet hearing it from him still caught you by surprise momentarily. He was smirking, then, clearly enjoying your stunned reaction. How you sought to strangle him, but now your prior exasperation and vexation had been tainted with suggestive connotations, and even the mere thought of throttling him caused your mind to be led astray. 

“Ed,” you repeated, acutely aware of how each syllable sounded as it left your lips. “Sign the form.” 

“No.”

His eyes were gleaming, catching the warm candlelit hue much like a dagger’s edge. Perhaps he’d silently voiced his stigma’s incantation—the resounding word that left his lips went straight to your head, leaving little space for anything else but the thought of expunging the satisfied smugness he possessed. 

Your next exhale was accompanied by the fluttering sound of paper scattering over the lush carpet. Ed watched you as you walked forward, his eyes fixed on you and not at all flinching as you touched your fingers to his chin, tilting his head up. His skin was smooth as glass and twice as cold. His demeanour remained eternally amused. 

“Is that so?” you asked. He only laughed in response, reaching for your hand and raising it to his lips. 

“Why, of course,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I have yet to experience this phenomenon for myself.”

You knew the sensation on your skin was not breath, but it felt similar—small puffs of air conjured by the movement of his mouth as he spoke, albeit frigid compared to the human warmth you’d expect. 

“So, how do you intend to torment me?” The tips of his fangs were poking out, mere millimetres away from your skin as he spoke. “I am the most powerful vampire, after all, and the sun doesn’t reach us here.” 

His teeth sank down faster than you could react. Not hard—just enough for two minuscule droplets to bead up on the pad of your thumb, rapidly vanishing from your sight with a swipe of his tongue. 

Your pulse rang loudly in your ears, the organ in your chest steadily thumping. You couldn’t tell if you were livid or aroused or both when you climbed over his lap, caging him in against his chair as you brought your lips to his. The taste of your blood was vaguely present, rust-petaled poppies blooming on your tongue. 

Ed’s mouth was cold, tasting akin to snowdrops and crocuses. 

Most of your movements went unreturned; he did the bare minimum of kissing you back, instead letting you have your way with a satisfied hum. When your fingers tangled within his hair and his locks were in your grasp, you found yourself softly tugging at the silken strands, but failed to observe any significant reaction. 

You rolled your hips against his lap as you broke off contact. Despite his growing erection stiff against the soft flesh of your thighs, his face was placid. As if there weren’t a string of saliva hanging between the two of you and a glistening sheen on his lips. 

Your fingers trailed down the side of his face, briefly pausing along his carotid artery and pressing against where his blood should be flowing. But Ed’s blood ran still, so you continued your trajectory lower, fingertips brushing against the sharp curves of his collarbones and down to his chest. Briefly, you found yourself wondering how rapidly his heart would beat—would the organ betray his indifference? 

“Rather vigorous for an old man,” you remarked, your hand on his crotch and fingers fiddling with the button of his pants. 

“Your presence restores my vitality.” He made no move to assist you. 

You paid no mind to his flattery and instead focused on undressing him. With his pants undone and only the thin fabric of his underwear remaining, you could feel how hard he was against the palm of your hand. 

You kept your gaze fixed on him, intently observing his reactions as you tugged his waistband down. Your fingers slid along his length; the tip of his cock already lubricated as your thumb swiped across. Another soft hum emitted from his vocal cords as you loosely wrapped your hand around his shaft. Your movements were languid, rhythmically stroking him at a measured, slow pace. 

“What a wicked girl you are,” Ed commented. Although the satisfied smirk stayed glued to his face, you noticed the ever so slight narrowing of his eyes. 

“Apparently, the elderly these days are fond of it.” Without pausing your motions, you leaned into the crook of his neck. His skin carried the scent of rich mauve. 

You permitted a few small exhales to escape your lips, intentionally fanning the warmth of your breath across his collarbones and nape. Ed shivered, much to your delight. 

You trailed your mouth down—lips ghosting over his earlobe before descending to his jugular—before stopping just between his collarbone and trapezius. He twitched in your hand as you bit down, the dull edges of your teeth sinking into his skin. The surface of his skin remained fully intact; there were hardly any dents. 

Yet all you received was another low hum and an insufferable chuckle. 

You proceeded to nip at his throat, pleasantly surprised to see a trail of marks in your wake. The colours effloresced magnificently over his pale skin, reminiscent of plum blossoms amidst a desolate winter landscape. 

A long, pleased exhale left his lips. 

“How kind of you to entertain me like this,” he began, “but I’m afraid you won’t achieve your desired result this way.” 

“Then show me how it’s done.” Your motions came to a stop as you stood up. 

“I would be thrilled to,” Ed said. “Alas, my techniques just aren’t what they used to be, and—”

“—Ed.” You interjected before he could finish speaking. “I’m afraid you’ll need to convince me.” 

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Then it seems I have no other choice...”

You noticed the familiar glint in his eyes, seconds before he dipped his head beneath your skirt. The abundance of frigid sensation was almost overwhelming; his hands and lips glacial on your skin. You inadvertently shivered, the warm flesh of your inner thighs sharply registering the contrast in temperature. 

With the frosted caress of his hands on your thighs and his mouth brushing over the damp fabric of your panties, you found the prior adrenaline slowly melting away. You could feel him taking the thin material between his teeth and pulling it to the side. 

A sigh of pleasure escaped your lips as his lips brushed over your clit. Your following inhale was sharp as he flattened his tongue against your clit, sending an unexpected chill up your spine. His movements were unhurried, almost a mirror of your previous actions. Tangling your fingers within his hair, you gently tightened your grip as a warning. You could hear him chuckle against you, sending small vibrations along your skin. 

You couldn’t help but squirm when Ed took your clit into his mouth, softly sucking on it. 

“Fingers,” you told him, doing your best to conceal the small tremble in your voice. 

“My, my. How demanding.” But he said nothing more, complying with your request and lazily slipping a finger inside you. It was quickly joined by another, the two lengthy digits curling in tandem, the pads of his fingers rubbing against your g-spot. You consciously refrained from cursing. 

You found yourself reaching for the back of his armchair, your nails digging into the plush velvet cushioning as he resumed his ministrations. You could feel his tongue swirling around your clit, the gentle suction pressure remaining steady as his mouth warmed up to match your heat. 

“Ed,” you murmured as you felt yourself reaching your climax—you still didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The vampire didn’t speak, and to your faint surprise, he didn’t stop, either. He merely continued his actions, allowing the combination of his fingers and mouth to push you over the edge. 

You tried your best to hold up your own weight, but your knees wobbled nonetheless as you reached your peak. Vaguely, you could feel Ed’s hands firmly holding up the back of your thighs, keeping you stable. 

Your breaths came out heavy as you gazed down at Ed, whose movements came to a gradual halt. He tilted his head back, the fabric of your skirt formerly draped over his head now sliding off. His skin was more luminous than ever, your juices slathered over his lips and his fingers slick as he brought them to his mouth, shamelessly cleaning them off. 

“Tired so soon, my lady?” he asked, grinning once more. You shook your head in response. 

“Come.” You gesture to the bed. 

“As you wish,” he complied. “However, I must warn you... I am still feeling lethargic from earlier. I worry this old body of mine wouldn’t be able to handle much physical exertion.”

You hadn’t expected otherwise. You simply rolled your eyes, pushing him onto the bed and climbing over him. 

His gaze was burrowing into you as you fully removed your underwear, carelessly dropping along the side of his bed. 

You positioned him against your entrance before slowly lowering yourself—as unbearably slow as possible. A long sigh left his lips once you had fully taken him in. 

“How delightful you feel,” he murmured. You were yet to hear more earnest words leave his lips. 

“And you too.” Your voice was breathy as you returned the compliment. With your hands on his chest supporting your weight, you rolled your hips against his. Then again. For the first time, you heard him inhale. 

Ed was enchanting—even more so as you leaned down to kiss him. You managed to glimpse the brief image of his eyelids shutting, momentarily seeing the graceful flutter of his long eyelashes before your own sight was whisked away. 

You could tell, amidst the muffled breaths snuffled out of your lungs and extinguished against his lips, that he was nearing climax. 

Increasing your pace, you continued moving your hips for a few moments longer—before coming to a sudden and complete halt. 

You watched as Ed’s eyes opened, scarlet irises burrowing into yours, his lips parted ever so slightly. He stared at you for a moment longer before closing his eyes and heaving out a sigh. 

“You truly are wicked,” he said, almost as if it were a musing of sorts. But his voice was awfully strained for someone who had no need for oxygen, and before your very eyes was the miniature crack in his composure. 

Oh, how you wished you could repeat this over and over again, except for his reaction sent arousal shooting straight down to your core, and he didn’t fail to notice. 

You hardly had any time to savour his reaction, because his expression had returned to its elegant poise. His hands were on your hips, pulling your chest flush against his as he moved his hips against yours. You had hardly managed to tell him before you came, walls clenching and fingers digging into whatever fabric was beneath you. 

Amidst your own partially obfuscated vision, you could see him—eyes half-lidded and lips parted wide as he, too, reached orgasm. 

Your chest was heaving with laboured breaths, and you found yourself slumping against his sternum as you caught your breath. He, on the other hand, appeared not the least bit tired. Not until you spoke, at least. 

“By the way,” you mentioned, “about the form—”

Ed was quick to interrupt you with a yawn, his long fingers splayed over his face as he covered his mouth. 

“Forgive me, I’m rather fatigued from so much physical strain, so if you’ll excuse me...”

Even with his eyes closed, his smile didn’t fade. Perhaps you should’ve flung him into the sun. 

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