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Could it be... blood?
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I’m only joking, of course. Please... come sit with me. But that kiss doesn’t sound too bad...~
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Continued from here
((Just some general warnings for the thread. These two lovelies are murderers that get off on torture and blood. And I'm VERY sure that this thread will get very NSFW later on, so you have been warned. >:) ))
Oh, Merrick wanted to feel Daniel's strong hands elsewhere. Everywhere. The same hands she focused on a little too much as they tortured the man that was now stuffed inside a duffel bag, instead caressing her body and bringing her unimaginable bliss. She can't contain the shiver that rolls down her spine as he picks up the bag. "You make it oh so difficult to behave, Daniel... I'll try my best."
Walking alongside him, her mind does begin to wander on other matters, though. Merrick couldn't continue staying at her place now that Violet knew where she lived. Taking this time to gather what she can and abandon it was the smart thing to do, but... would Daniel allow her to live with him? It seemed silly to worry about, given how clearly devoted they were to each other, but she didn't want to assume anything. It was his space, after all.
She's brought out of her thoughts as they toss the bag into the pile, gazing down at it with a satisfied smile and a glint in her eye. "I couldn't have said it better myself, amore. Certainly a fitting end for such a vile thing." Mostly, she's happy to be rid of it so they could get on with their evening. Turning to face him properly, Merrick reaches for his hand and interfaces their fingers, her smile turning to one of utmost love and devotion before they start walking back to the car. "From here, my house is basically on the way to yours. Just one more quick stop, and we can turn in for the night." As if they would be doing any sleeping. He probably didn't need to, and Merrick could now go a week or so on only a few hours of sleep.
Oh, if only Merrick knew what Daniel really wanted to do with those hands; he wanted to caress her face, grasp her hips, tangle his fingers in her dark hair, slip a hand between her thighs... he truly wanted to shower her in his devotion and his love, anything he could do to prove just how much he longed for Merrick's touch. He craved every part of her body, inside and out. And even though he could no longer taste, he knew that the feeling of her skin under his lips would surely ignite sparks on his tastebuds and revive his ability to taste the salt of her sweat on his tongue. His hands squeeze her own as she intertwines their fingers, and Daniel can't stop the chuckle from escaping his lips.
"One more stop, then you and I will be able to indulge..." he murmurs, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "...in rest, if it so pleases you, but my body no longer requires rest. Unless you're feeling particularly tired, I had some other plans in mind." Their cold hand slips around Merrick's waist, pulling her closer as the scratchy stubble on his jaw ghosts along her skin. "But that decision, my creature, is completely up to you."
He leans away and chuckles, pressing his fingertips a little harder into her waist to leave the lingering feeling of his touch even as he pulls away to open the car door for her. "Of course, you'll have to guide me to your home— I don't believe I've ever been there before, at least not to my memory. However, the last few times we've seen one another, I've been far too focused on you to bother paying attention to unimportant things such as location."
Merrick moves her face closer to Daniel, always drawn to him like a moth to flame. The cold breath that fans her face makes her shiver, but not due to the temperature, and she can't hold back the soft whimper that escapes her. The feeling of his stubble against her soft skin is absolutely delightful, and all she can do is imagine how it would feel on her inner thighs, leaving a slight burn as his mouth explores where she needs them the most. Her other hand has to actually grab a fistful of his sweater to help keep her upright.
Shit. She's about to say fuck it and have Daniel take them straight home so she can start ripping clothes off, but... unfortunately, she had to be sensible about this. Depending on how fast Violet heals, Merrick may not get another chance to gather items from her home. At the very least, she needed to get into her stash of money and credit cards so she can buy new clothing and anything else she needs.
"I only need a few hours of sleep a week, darling. Unless..." She turns to face him at the door, her hand trailing along his hip, even going so far as to slip her fingertips just under his sweater and touch bare skin. It back fires a little as she bites her lip. "...these other plans of yours end up being rather strenuous. Then, I may require more." She smiles sweetly up at him as she pulls her hand back, the one holding his squeezing gently. "And no, I never had the chance to have you over. It's... it's in a state of disarray currently. Just to warn you. But I'll only need a few minutes to grab essentials." Standing on tip toe, she quickly kisses his cheek and slips into the passenger seat.
Gods, he craved Merrick's touch in the same way an addict craved nicotine or alcohol, fearing that he would experience those same withdrawal symptoms if she dissappeared a second time. It took everything in them to keep from bending Merrick over and ravaging her like a wild animal, taking a deep breath and staring at her in the same way that a pack of wolves would look at a lone deer in the forest. He lets out a pleased hum at the feeling of her warm fingers against his cold skin, about to lean in for a deep kiss before she pecks him on the cheek and gets into the car. "My creature, you utterly torment me with your teasing," he groans, a smile playing at his lips as he shuts the door and gets into the driver's seat. After buckling his seatbelt and closing his eyes for a brief moment, Daniel opens his charcoal eyes again and looks over at Merrick contentedly.
If he had it his way, Daniel would just take her straight home and let her take her pick from his own clothing instead of bothering to stop at her place... but one, most of his clothes were probably a bit too big for her and two, he understood the importance of having belongings that you could call your own in times like these. Besides... he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't cut off the clothes she was currently wearing with one of his knives when the two of them got home, so it was a good idea to allow her to pick up some replacements ahead of time.
They're unable to keep from licking his lips as he stares at Merrick, that hungry look remaining in his dark irises even as he turns to look out of the front window instead. "I won't mind the mess darling, I promise. I can almost one-hundred percent assure you that the state of your home is not what I'll be focusing my attention on while we're there."
Merrick smiles as she sits down, utterly satisfied with herself when she hears him groan... even if the sound of it makes her thighs squeeze together. Then, once Daniel is in the car, her eyes are on them intensely. Why would she bother looking at anything else when her entire reason for existing was a mere foot or so away? Even as his eyes are closed, she watches him, wondering what was going on inside his head. Wondering in what ways he imagines them being tangled together...
Then he's looking at her with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, licking his lips like he's mere seconds from devouring her anyway. This time, she has to let out a huff of air to keep from outright moaning, shifting in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left. Anything to try and contain the throbbing between her legs. She finds herself wondering what his reaction would be if she decided to just slip her hand down and-
Merrick tears her gaze away after he does, her foot bouncing impatiently and involuntarily. She almost crosses her arms in her lap, but she keeps one hand near him if he wants to hold it once again, and she would try not to grip too tightly. "I... I know, my heart. I do appreciate that. And I'll try not to be so distracting while we are there. I'm positively dying to get to our final destination..." There was little exaggeration there. Every moment they weren't pressed together was torture.
His freshly trimmed fingernails dug into the leather of the steering wheel, almost failing to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his chesy before catching it with a clearing of his throat last-minute. "Then we best make it quick, hm? I hope you can somehow manage to remember the directions to your home without getting too distracted, my creature," he says calmly instead, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into the inside pocket of his suit. Black eyes narrow at the road ahead as he pulls out of the parking lot and waits patiently for the directions to Merrick's house.
Still, despite his cool demeanor, it was becoming rather difficult to ignore the blood rushing further south to his poorly neglected arousal, trying to pretend that every little jostle of the car from the bumps on the road weren't making it harder— pun intended— to keep from pulling the car over and just fucking her breathless on the side of the road. It had been ages since he'd been able to relieve this kind of tension, even longer since he'd actually felt the need to relieve that tension. In his cold and lonely afterlife, no matter how many people he met, or killed, or interacted with... he hadn't felt an attraction like this towards any of them, not until Merrick. Not only had she thawed his frozen heart, she'd awakened a flame that burned only for her.
Their chilly hand slipped towards her own, intertwining his fingers with Merrick's and squeezing lightly. Oh, how he longed to touch the rest of her... to squeeze her hips under his soft hands, to trace his fingertips over her stomach and waist and thighs, to grip her hair in his hands, to hold and mark and ravish her skin with his nails, fingertips, teeth, lips, tongue as he pleased... Daniel bit his tongue, hoping to keep those thoughts at bay until later, so that he could focus on driving instead.
"Yes... of course, darling." Merrick answers, and even words were becoming more difficult as she stared at him again. Daniel speaks of not being distracted, and then he goes and takes off his sunglasses. The nerve, honestly. Now she's transfixed on his beautiful eyes, wanting nothing more than to straddle his lap and look into them deeply as he moves her up and down on his-
Ah. Directions. Right.
Merrick can't recall ever feeling this... needy before. In her previous life, she only ever had sex a handful of times for stress relief, having been focused entirely on her career. And since coming back, it has been zero times. She had a broken heart and the inability to trust anyone to help her fix it. Even having sex simply for release didn't appeal to her anymore. And then... Daniel swept her off her feet.
Now, being reunited again, all those feelings she had before being taken from them have rushed back in full force. She nearly felt sick with it, feverish, like she was going through withdrawals from a drug she was already addicted to before even having it. Heat and cold alike usually didn't affect her, but right now, she was nearly panting from how warm she felt. Making the contrast of Daniel's cooler hand holding hers even greater. But, she manages to give the directions and within ten minutes, they arrive at her house.
It's small and ordinary, at least compared to Daniel's beautiful home. One story, lilac paint and cream trim. She lets out a sigh of relief when she sees that at least the front door is still attached. "Here we are... home sweet home..." Merrick says quietly, almost hesitantly as she squeezes Daniel's hand before slipping out of the car. She wanted to get this over with for a few different reasons.
Daniel follows closely behind Merrick, reaching a hand in his jacket pocket to touch the handle of the knife safely tucked away in there. A small part of their mind was concerned that Violet may be hiding in there, waiting around any corner to hurt his beloved creature, but he was mainly focused on allowing Merrick to gather what she needed from the house so they could get to his place and finally allow themselves to indulge without needing worrying about things such as the police finding a corpse right next to them, or a vengeful demon chasing after the two of them. "A beautiful home, my creature... you truly have a taste for visual aesthetics," he purrs, charcoal eyes scanning over the exterior of the house with a pleased hum. Sure, he was biased in that he wanted nothing more than to lay Merrick across his dining room table and bury his face between her thighs, but he really did mean the compliment.
His free hand slips around her body to rest on her waist, the touch surprisingly not meant to tease, just to allow himself the pleasure of holding her close. "You know... if you plan on staying with me for more than just the night, I wouldn't mind some assistance in redecorating my home. The furnishings haven't been updated in quite a long time, and I would enjoy a more feminine touch around the house."
The corner of their lips curl into a small smile as he looks down at Merrick, his gaze still just as lustful as before but somehow softened with adoration. Oh, how he missed her... the two of them had been through so much between now and the time that they'd parted, but he still felt the same amount of devotion to his darling creature, the light of his afterlife.
With each step along the stone pathway leading to the door, Merrick was ready to start peeling clothes off... for two reasons. One, the perfect specimen of a man that was walking behind her, oh so close and too far away at the same time somehow. And two, she was so hot. It prickled along every inch of her skin, seeming to radiate from between her legs. A thin sheen of sweat broke out along her back as she tried to catch her breath. Something felt... wrong somehow. This couldn't be normal arousal, right? It almost hurt.
His voice breaks her out of her thoughts, and she has to stifle a moan. Fuck, it was like she could feel him no matter where he was, a cool presence she wanted to get lost in. "Ah... thank you, amore. I... I had more plans for the space, but n-now... I don't know." It was the truth, but even if she had extended plans on house decorating, she couldn't care less about what they were right now.
Merrick realizes she doesn't have keys, and she lifts a hand and tries to concentrate on unlocking the deadbolt on the other side with telekinesis. But all she can concentrate on is how loud her heartbeat is in her ears and-fuck he's touching her. It's an innocent touch on her waist, but she whimpers, almost sounding wounded. Even over her shirt, his hand was delightfully cold against her overheated body. It's even harder to listen to him, but she catches the gist and nods. If she wasn't so consumed by him and whatever this was, she would further register how happy it made her. He wanted her to stay longer.
"I... yes, that... I would be honored to... to help..." She stares up at him, and her eyes... unknown to her, they were glowing brighter than they ever have. The crimson further bled into the amethyst as she stared at him hungrily, but there was hesitancy and fear of not knowing what's going on. "Ah... D-Daniel, I... something is off..."
The spirit is somehow unaware that Merrick is being affected by anything further than typical arousal, assuming that the flush spreading over her face and the sharp increase in her body temperature was just normal for her. Daniel's fingertips press a little harder into her skin, trying to keep himself from outright moaning and fucking Merrick right here on the front porch. She's so desperate for him and he hasn't done anything more than a little teasing and a quick kiss on the lips. It made them wonder how quickly he could turn her into a babbling mess once he actually slipped his hands between her thighs and— fuck, he really had no shame when it came to her, did he?
Even so, the very moment that Merrick expresses that something is wrong, Daniel pulls his hand away from her waist and furrows his eyebrows with concern. "Oh? What's wrong, my creature?" he asks, voice gentle even as he absentmindedly gripped the handle of the knife in case he needed to defend his darling. "Is that wretch here? Do you sense them?" The thought of that demon even trying to get near Merrick made his blood boil.
As much as Daniel is able to hold back his sounds, Merrick is quite the opposite. As his fingertips press harder against her, a moan escapes past her lips as if he pushed it out himself. But then all too soon, he's letting go and it almost hurts, an ache of loss that threatens to make her fold in on herself. Fuck, what was going on? "It's... no, they're not here... I d-don't feel right..." Slamming her palm against the door, there's a flash of purple energy as the deadbolt turns, and she's quickly opening the door and pulling him inside.
As pristine as the outside of the house is, the inside shows clear signs of a struggle. Broken pictures and paintings on the floor, broken coffee table in the living room. The dining table looks like it was shoved against the counters as the chairs lay on their sides. Kitchen cabinets are open and clear of their contents like they had been flung around, shattered glass and porcelain on the floor. "Be... be careful, darling..." It's the only warning she can muster because fuck she can't take it anymore.
"I... Gods, why is it so fucking hot..." She practically growls, her mind consumed with only trying to cool down. Well, that and fucking Daniel's brains out, but she was honestly worried about hurting him at this point, spirit or not. As she stalks toward the master bedroom, crunching debris under her boots, she's pulling her tank top over her head, partially tearing the fabric in half as she throws it aside. Leaving her upper half bare and glistening as she makes it to the doorway. Maybe a cold shower would help? "I... fuck... what is this...?"
The sound of Merrick's moan shoots straight down to Daniel's arousal, his cock twitching inside his slacks with interest. He barely has time to process that before Merrick is pulling him inside and the bottom of his shoe is pressing against the familiar feeling of broken glass. "Merrick, my creature, are you a—" He doesn't even have a moment to finish his sentence before she's going towards what he can only assume is the bedroom, taking off her tank top and oh.
Unceremoniously, Daniel's dark eyes become fixated on her chest, pupils dilating slightly at the mesmerizing sight, and despite how hard he tries to look away it's damn near impossible to ignore how perfect her body looked without her top on. It made him yearn to see every inch of her body exposed to him, once his beloved creature gave him full permission to touch her body as he pleased. "I... my creature..." Fuck, he really wanted to wait until the two of them got home, subconsciously digging his fingernails into his own palms to keep them from reaching up and grabbing. "Merrick, my darling, what has overtaken your senses? I don't mind the top, or rather, the lack of one, but this is most unlike you."
They finally pry their black eyes away from her tits, looking up to Merrick's eyes, and fuck that almost makes it worse. The crimson that normally ringed her irises had started bleeding into the violet, making her look nearly animalistic in nature and all Daniel wanted to do right now was see those pretty eyes roll back into Merrick's head while he stretched her open on his cock. He steps closer, tilting his head at her slightly and mentally cursing at himself for his sudden lack of restraint.
Merrick can't take another step into the bedroom, leaning back against the door frame as she pants for air. She already had heightened senses, but now it was like everything was turned up past the maximum and were focused entirely on him. His deep, velvet smooth voice with the slightest bit of strain. The coolness of his presence was like a balm against her overheated skin as he got closer. And fuck, he's never smelled better than he did right now. Merrick could swear her mouth was watering, and it wasn't the only part of her that was dripping wet.
She watches as he stares at her chest, whimpering and clutching the door frame behind her until she can hear wood begin to splinter. "I... I don't know, I'm... fuck, I'm burning up and everything is so much, I... I..." Merrick trails off as he approaches, utterly suffocating in his entire presence as she stares up at him desperately. Licking her lips, she nods her head inside the bedroom. "I... w-was going to try and take a cold shower, but... I don't know if that will... help..."
She looks down at herself, noticing that she's rubbing her thighs together, but it's not enough. It was on the verge of being painful, and she's not sure what to do. But she does know what she needs as she looks up at Daniel once again. "Daniel... please..." She says over a whimper, and she can't hold it back anymore. Grabbing the lapel of his jacket, she pulls him down to claim his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, something like a growl rumbling in her chest.
As she grabs the lapel of his jacket and pulls him in for a desperate kiss, Daniel's hands immediately slide up to her bare waist, pulling her impossibly closer and moaning gently into her mouth as his lips brush against hers. "My creature, you need not beg for something that already belongs to you," he breathes, pulling away only briefly to take off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly aside before reconnecting their lips passionately. He has no idea what's gotten into her, only that Merrick needs him and they are desperate to please.
He leans down slightly and pulls her hips closer, pressing against her and suddenly wrapping her legs around him as he grips onto her thighs and picks her up. Daniel had been planning on waiting until the two of them got home, but when she looked at him like he was her last meal on death row, he couldn't resist. He brings her over to the bed, laying her down against the mattress and crawling on top of her. Sure, he wanted desperately to please her, but if Daniel didn't get the chance to be a little tactful about this he would feel bad. Nonetheless, his lips trails down from hers down to her throat, stubble brushing against her skin as he presses a line of kisses down to her pulse point and flicks his tongue against her hot skin. "My darling, I've never craved anyone quite like this before," he growls, voice almost threatening as his hands slide back up to her waist and he pulls her body closer to him.
Merrick answers with desperate moans of her own, nearly ripping his jacket off of him herself if it saved milliseconds that could be spent kissing. She shivers as his hands touch her bare skin, his cool touch abating the flames trying to burst from her skin. Even as he pulls her in closer by the hips, she tries to rub against his arousal, anything that will help this fucking ache that threatened to consume her whole.
Their hands grab her thighs, and she doesn't waste a second jumping up and wrapping her legs and arms around him like vines, pressing her breasts against him. Fuck, he somehow made her cooler and even hotter at the same time, and she's clawing at his sweater as her lips kiss every bit of skin that she can. She moans deeply as they settle on top of her, gladly turning her head so they can have more space to cover with his soft lips. One hand winds in his hair as the other slips under his clothing, running up his abs and to his chest.
"Fuck, yes..." Merrick says over a groan, hitching her legs up over Daniel's hips. She shivers at the feel of his stubble and tongue, tugging his hair firmly. "Gods, I've wanted to... ahhh, to give myself to you since that night... mmm, fuck, please..." Burying her face in his neck, she kisses and scrapes her fangs along his skin, reaching down and trying to undo his pants desperately. This isn't how she imagined their first time together, but fuck it, they could make up for it later.
He outright growls at the feeling of Merrick's teeth scraping his neck, and his lips only part from her skin so that he can take off the sweater and toss it elsewhere, before diving back in and sucking a mark into the dip between her neck and her shoulder. "My creature, I'm yours, every piece of me," he moans against her, cold fingertips digging hard enough against her skin to leave bruises as he relishes in the feeling of her warmth against his lips and tongue. Even in his desperation to fuck Merrick until she can't see straight, Daniel's devotion to her is still more evident than ever before.
He grinds down against her slightly, gasping breathlessly at the feeling of at least slight relief to his desperate arousal, and gods, he'd nearly forgotten how good the attention to his cock felt. It had been decades since Daniel had been so ravenous, but something about seeing his beloved creature so desperate for his attention made him utterly insatiable. Daniel leaned forward to kiss down her chest, flicking his tongue against her nipple and fuck, he could've sworn he tasted the sweetness of her skin despite having the inability to taste at all. "Fuck, darling, I want to own you, I want to reduce you to nothing but a babbling mess on my cock and I want to relish in the feeling of you." They're almost delirious with lust, biting against Merrick's skin slightly as he moves one hand to pin her hips against the mattress and the other slipping down to softly tug at the waistband of her pants.
"I need to hear you ask for me to touch you, my creature, I won't lay even a single finger between your thighs until I know that this is really what you want," he explains breathlessly, watching with bated breath as he waited for his beloved's response. He meant it too, no matter how much he wanted to pump her full of his length and watch her eyes roll back into her skull, Daniel wouldn't even think about touching her arousal with his fingers without her express permission.
Merrick is gasping with him as he grinds against her, even through her jeans, it feels incredible. Her hips are twitching with the promise of what's to come. Both of her hands wind into his hair, grabbing firmly as he kisses down her chest, whimpering at the feeling of his tongue against her nipple. Arching her back to try and press overheated skin to him the best she could. Fuck, he sounded as desperate as she did, any cool composure and restraint long gone. She's never seen or heard him like this before, and she couldn't wait to hear and feel even more.
Moaning as he bites her, she stares up at him, crimson glowing and swirling in her eyes. "Yes, Amore, please... I need you, only you... fuck only you can give me what I need..." She's ready to lift her hips so Daniel can pull her pants off, but then he's waiting for explicit permission. Her heart swells with love and affection for him, even when she is throwing herself at him like a frenzied animal... he still waits. Panting for air, Merrick runs her hands along his chest until she's holding his face. "Daniel... caro mio, my heart... touch me, please. Claim me as yours. I need your marks on my skin, to be full of you... please."
A shiver shoots up his spine as Merrick's hands run along his chest, and oh, gods, the sound of her begging for his touch is enough to drive Daniel insane, almost tearing her pants off in his desperation to get his hand between her legs. "My creature, you're mine to please, mine to ravish, and nobody else is even allowed to imagine you like this," he rambles almost incoherently, tossing her pants aside and moaning wantonly at the sight of her dripping arousal. "Oh, my darling girl..."
His cold, calloused fingers run through Merrick's folds, collecting her arousal on his fingers and shuddering as if he was using his own cock to gather her slick. His fingers slowly circle Merrick's clit, black irises and lust-widened pupils watching her every move. He leans down and Daniel's soft lips return to her skin, tracing barely-there kisses along the skin of her collarbone before biting down and slipping two of their fingers into the entrance of Merrick's cunt with a low groan. Fuck, despite being practically soaked with arousal, she was so tight, and Daniel couldn't help but imagine how she would feel clenched around his cock.
His neglected arousal twitches in his slacks, but Daniel elects to ignore chasing his own pleasure for now. He wanted to focus on Merrick, to see what made her see stars, and he began to tenderly curl his fingers in a "come hither" motion in a surprisingly patient attempt to locate her sweet spot. "My beautiful creature, you're everything I could ever need and more," he praises softly, kissing up her neck and latching onto a patch of skin on her jawline to leave behind a dark hickey. "You feel wonderful around my fingers, it's everything I've ever desired..."
Between the way that Daniel practically rips her pants off and the absolutely delightful and possessive language they use, Merrick's entire body is quivering with desire by the time she's completely nude under him. Her nails scratch along his shoulders as she quickly nods, half delirious with lust already, staring up at him desperately. "Yes, I'm yours, amore... fuck-" She cuts herself off with a gasp as his fingers move through her folds, lips staying parted as her hips twitch ever so slightly. Once he's rubbing her clit, she's practically clawing at him, whimpering as her arousal finally gets some much needed attention but it wasn't enough. It was like tossing an ice cube into a bonfire, and she needed more. Thankfully, her beloved shows her mercy and she's crying out for him as their fingers sink into her aching cunt. The bite to her chest only makes everything more focused and sharp, and she's moaning in what can only be described as triumph.
"Ahh, Gods!" She moans out as her head tilts back further into the pillow, temporarily overwhelmed by him as he starts moving his fingers. Merrick moves her hips down against his hand, panting for air already. Even now, she can tell she's surprisingly close as she clenches down around him, but she can also tell that it still won't be enough to come apart on his fingers. Keeping her head back so he can kiss where he pleases, she whimpers and shivers as he brushes against a rather sensitive spot inside of her.
"Mmm... caro mio, fuck..." Her arms wrap around his shoulders as he leans in, needing to feel as much of his body against her heated skin as possible. "You feel divine... ahhh, s-so good to me, darling, yes..." Words are becoming difficult as her mind slips further into a haze, scraping her teeth roughly along his earlobe before whispering next to his ear. "I need you to... fucking ruin me, Daniel, please. Fill me until you can't anymore, fuck, I need you to..." Her sentence ends on a desperate and rushed whine, the words coming from somewhere deep and primal inside of her as her hips move faster.
"Oh, my darling creature, I know you're desperate for me," he responds teasingly, practically moaning his words with pleasure despite recieving no attention to his cock. Oh, her nails digging into his shoulders was delicious, and even though he could feel no pain, a small part of him wished he could feel the sting of her nails drawing blood from his skin. "But you take my fingers so well, and I want to make sure you're properly worked up for me. You can be patient, right? I know you can my love, you're doing so well." Maybe he was being a tad greedy, but Daniel wanted to drag this out for as long as he could, and they were a bit worried that he wouldn't last long inside of Merrick when she was already begging for him like this.
So for now, he would make sure his beloved creature could cum on his fingers, so he could watch her cry out in pleasure for as long as he was allowed to. Not only that, but Daniel was more than a slight sadist, and the thought of his most cherished darling crying out for him was immensely enticing. The fact that her hips were already rolling against his hand was more than satisfying to him, and they bit down into her skin again as his thumb started rubbing circles against her clit in tandem with the slow motions of his fingers.
His other cold hand moves to rub comforting circles on her thigh as they patiently move their hand, allowing Merrick free movements of her hips for now. She just looks so fucking ethereal underneath him, and Daniel would be willing to stay here for hours if it made her happy. He had waited so fucking long to pleasure her, and he would be damned if he even started to think about rushing this moment.
As if to accentuate his words, Merrick lets out a needy whine, arching her back as she keeps a tight hold on him. Whatever is happening to her right now is fighting against her need to submit to him. She wants to be good for her beloved, to let them use her however the fuck he pleased. But she also needs him to do more and now. Letting out a shuddering breath, she slides one of her hands up into his hair and tries to nod the best she can with her head shoved back into the pillow. "I... I'll try... for you, Sir..."
Then they're biting her again and fuck, she nearly screams as she pulls his hair, trying to push herself up against him to increase the pressure. The thought of Daniel biting her hard enough to draw blood makes her moan loudly as her cunt tightens around his fingers. "Oh cazzo, dei per favore non fermarti..." She mutters over a breath, the ache in her abdomen threatening to rip apart any second. He's still moving agonizingly slow, but it didn't matter as her hips stutter against his hand. It had been Gods know how long since she's even pleasured herself, and she's wanted this with Daniel for ages...
Resting her other hand near their neck, Merrick stares up at him with glowing crimson eyes, her brow furrowed in pleasure. "I... fuck, amore, I..." As he continues brushing against that spot inside of her, whatever she was trying to say leaves her mind as her release slams into her. She holds his gaze for as long as she can before it's too much, and her eyes roll back as she cries out for him. Clutching him tightly, her body shaking beneath him as she tries to keep moving her hips greedily against his hand.
As he works Merrick through her first orgasm of the night, Daniel could've sworn that he ascended to a reality beyond godhood, so proud to be the one pleasuring his beloved creature like this, but he wanted more. His teeth sink further into her flesh as she pulls his hair, still unable to feel that sting but aroused by the thought of it, and begins lapping at her skin with his tongue. "My darling creature, you're doing so perfectly for me, I want you to feel so good," he moans, cock straining almost uncomfortably against the purple fabric of his slacks as he slips his fingers out of Merrick and watches the remnants of her orgasm drip out of her cunt. If he could replay this moment over and over again for the rest of his life, they would do so without a second thought.
He runs his tongue over the fingers that were just pleasing her and groans wantonly at the taste, and his first instinct is to dip his head down between her thighs and lap at her desperate arousal until she cums again, but she seems desperate for a little something more— and quite frankly, Daniel was too. He presses a passionate kiss to Merrick's lips, using one arm to keep himself propped up above her as their other hand moves down to unbuckle his belt and shift his pants off his hips. "My perfect, beautiful Merrick, my beloved creature, I'm going to fuck you until we're both drowning in pleasure, I want to feel you come undone around me."
He's practically panting against her lips, as he pulls out of the kiss, kicking his pants and his boxers aside and freeing his cock from its confines and softly running their hand along the shaft. He was about seven inches in length, around average, but his cock was definitely thicker than most, enough to give Merrick a good stretch when he finally lost patience and started fucking her. Precum is slowly dripping from the tip of his cock, and he shivers quietly as he uses his thumb to softly spread it over his tip.
Merrick is lost for words at the moment, only able to stare up at him as he runs his tongue along the fingers that she had just cum all over. Letting out a desperate whimper, she tries to rub her thighs together as her cunt is already aching for him again, even worse than before. "Daniel, amore-" It's all she can get out before their lips are pressed together, moaning into his mouth while her tongue moves with theirs. The metallic sound of his belt reaches her ears, and she growls, one hand staying tangled in their hair as the other one slowly slides down his chest and abdomen.
She's also panting by the time he's speaking such delicious, sinful words to her. Reaching down to try and help get the troublesome garments out of their way. "Oh my love, fuck... I need you to use me as you please, until neither of us can move. Need you to fill me with your love until you can't anymore." She meant every single word. There's never been a time in her life when she's felt so empty... literally. And the only one that can do anything about it is Daniel. The only one she's ever wanted so intensely.
Staring into his eyes, Merrick moves her hand down further until she's touching his hard length with her fingertips, gasping as she grazes over his hand. Her hips respond by rocking upwards slightly, seeking the friction she desperately craves. Licking along his bottom lip, she tugs on it gently with her teeth, not wanting to puncture it with her fangs before leaning up into him. "Mmm, fuck me, caro mio, please..."
Daniel’s dick twitches slightly at the attention to his cock, moaning against Merrick’s lips as she tugs his bottom lip in between her teeth. “My beloved creature, I would give up everything else in my afterlife if it meant I could please you for the rest of our existence,” he groans into her mouth, carefully adjusting their position so that her thigh is pressed against his bare hip and shuddering lowly as he runs the tip of his cock through her slick folds. As much as he wanted to take his time and draw this out, Daniel was experiencing such an intense desire to feel Merrick clench around their length that he feared the both of them would simply burst into flames if he didn’t fuck her right now.
He lets out a deep moan as he lines himself up with her entrance and slowly pushes his hips forward, cold fingertips digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. She feels so fucking tight and warm around his length, and it takes everything in him to keep from fucking into her with reckless abandon immediately. “Oh, fffucking hell, darling,” he shivers, hiking both of Merrick’s legs around his waist and pushing his cock just a little bit further into her and dipping down to sink his teeth into her collarbone once more. He unintentionally draws a bit of blood this time, lapping at the small lacerations in her skin with his tongue. He can’t taste the coppery tang of her blood in his mouth but gods, he would sell his soul for that chance. Once, experimentally, he rolls his hips down into hers and a groan gets caught in his throat.
“Fuck, fuck, Merrick, my love, you have to stop me if this gets to be too much,” Daniel murmurs against her skin, trailing kisses from her collarbone up to her neck and panting softly next to her ear.
Merrick wants to sing his praises, to declare her love and affection for him until her voice gives out. But as soon as she feels the head of his cock move through her drenched arousal, it's as if her brain bursts into flames. Only leaving behind a searing need to be filled by him over and over again. And as Daniel pushes in, Gods, the breath is stolen from her lungs as her arms wrap around their neck. Arching her back, she turns her head to the side and cries out for him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She relishes in the stretch, not painful but a lot as her cunt takes him in. Made for each other. It's all she can think of as he pushes into her a little more. "Fuck... amore, it's so good-" A scream of pleasure rips out of her as Daniel bites her and breaks the skin, clinging to him as her entire body shudders beneath him. Feeling him lap at her blood is more erotic than she could have imagined, and she would gladly slice open her throat and let him have as much as he wanted if they asked.
They've hardly started, and she's already wound so tightly that she feels like she could shatter apart any minute. Rolling her hips with him, Merrick is doing her best to kiss his cheek, gasping as she clenches around his cock. "Oh fuck, please... it's perfect, it's everything I've fantasized about, amore... fuck, you feel so good inside of me..."
If Daniel had tasted her blood before she disappeared, it probably wouldn't have had an effect. But now, with how strong Merrick is... well. It's warm, but maybe not quite as warm as a spirit would expect it to be, especially coming right out of someone. And while they couldn't taste it, it's still... refreshing somehow. Like a cool drink on a hot day. However, that changes once a moment passes as it radiates warmth... he feels warm inside. And it also feels... really fucking good.
The feeling of warmth spreading through him as he swallows Merrick's blood is unexpected, but far from unwelcome as a wave of pleasure and desire runs through his cold veins like venom. "Oh, my love," he moans, sinking his teeth into her throat as he rolls his hips again and gods, it feels almost unnaturally good, as if Merrick was a sister of Aphrodite and Daniel was a mere mortal overwhelmed by the feeling of lust coursing through his body. He begins sucking yet another mark into her skin, adjusting his body so that his forearm is pressed into the mattress next to her head and his fingertips dig into the mattress as he starts a steady pace with his hips.
His dark eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling and fuck, he didn't remember sex ever feeling so addicting. It's hard to focus on that aspect when Merrick is clenching around him like a vice, and he begins lavishing over the marks in her skin with his tongue. "My creature, my darling, you're everything I could ever need and more," he practically growls against her skin, all of his natural poeticism thrown out the window as he's overwhelmed by lust and somehow refraining from breaking Merrick in half in his desperation to fuck her into the mattress.
Their other hand presses hard enough into her thigh to leave bruises behind, almost trembling as he tries to avoid speeding up his thrusts too much too soon. A slow roll of his hips, a slight pause as he remains fully sheathed inside of her, pulling out almost completely before continuing the slow cycle. He wanted to draw this out and gods, he wouldn't stop fucking her even when the two of them were unable to cum anymore.
You know, I tried to be civil and even warn you about interfering in my business. It's a shame, really. I was quite the fan of your work! Now...
Well, now you've become a problem. If Merrick really loved you, she would have kept her distance to protect you. Selfish of her, is it not? To involve you in this?
Is she worth it? From what I hear, you're quite the master manipulator, so I wonder if you actually love her like you claim. One thing is for certain: you'll be seeing me very soon. Both of you.
Daniel's eyes widen momentarily as he recognizes the voice, before narrowing into a glare filled with distaste and hatred.
"Violet. It's always a displeasure to hear from you," he responds calmly, despite the cold tone in his voice. "Merrick isn't 'selfish' for seeking help from the only one that's showed her any true devotion in the past century, especially when that man is as devoted to her as I am. I don't know what you've heard about me, but I will always put my beloved creature's needs before anything else in this crooked world, and that includes myself."
He straightens out his posture, adjusting the lapel of his purple suit jacket and letting out a bored hum.
"Keep your empty threats to yourself, Violet, you have no power over either of us. If you're going to pretend you have any sort of control over this situation, come deal with it in person." They adjust his sunglasses and roll out his shoulders, sounding completely unbothered despite the fact that he was terrified for Merrick's safety.
"Have the day you deserve."
@drowned-bitch
Continued from here
((Just some general warnings for the thread. These two lovelies are murderers that get off on torture and blood. And I'm VERY sure that this thread will get very NSFW later on, so you have been warned. >:) ))
Oh, Merrick wanted to feel Daniel's strong hands elsewhere. Everywhere. The same hands she focused on a little too much as they tortured the man that was now stuffed inside a duffel bag, instead caressing her body and bringing her unimaginable bliss. She can't contain the shiver that rolls down her spine as he picks up the bag. "You make it oh so difficult to behave, Daniel... I'll try my best."
Walking alongside him, her mind does begin to wander on other matters, though. Merrick couldn't continue staying at her place now that Violet knew where she lived. Taking this time to gather what she can and abandon it was the smart thing to do, but... would Daniel allow her to live with him? It seemed silly to worry about, given how clearly devoted they were to each other, but she didn't want to assume anything. It was his space, after all.
She's brought out of her thoughts as they toss the bag into the pile, gazing down at it with a satisfied smile and a glint in her eye. "I couldn't have said it better myself, amore. Certainly a fitting end for such a vile thing." Mostly, she's happy to be rid of it so they could get on with their evening. Turning to face him properly, Merrick reaches for his hand and interfaces their fingers, her smile turning to one of utmost love and devotion before they start walking back to the car. "From here, my house is basically on the way to yours. Just one more quick stop, and we can turn in for the night." As if they would be doing any sleeping. He probably didn't need to, and Merrick could now go a week or so on only a few hours of sleep.
Oh, if only Merrick knew what Daniel really wanted to do with those hands; he wanted to caress her face, grasp her hips, tangle his fingers in her dark hair, slip a hand between her thighs... he truly wanted to shower her in his devotion and his love, anything he could do to prove just how much he longed for Merrick's touch. He craved every part of her body, inside and out. And even though he could no longer taste, he knew that the feeling of her skin under his lips would surely ignite sparks on his tastebuds and revive his ability to taste the salt of her sweat on his tongue. His hands squeeze her own as she intertwines their fingers, and Daniel can't stop the chuckle from escaping his lips.
"One more stop, then you and I will be able to indulge..." he murmurs, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "...in rest, if it so pleases you, but my body no longer requires rest. Unless you're feeling particularly tired, I had some other plans in mind." Their cold hand slips around Merrick's waist, pulling her closer as the scratchy stubble on his jaw ghosts along her skin. "But that decision, my creature, is completely up to you."
He leans away and chuckles, pressing his fingertips a little harder into her waist to leave the lingering feeling of his touch even as he pulls away to open the car door for her. "Of course, you'll have to guide me to your home— I don't believe I've ever been there before, at least not to my memory. However, the last few times we've seen one another, I've been far too focused on you to bother paying attention to unimportant things such as location."
Merrick moves her face closer to Daniel, always drawn to him like a moth to flame. The cold breath that fans her face makes her shiver, but not due to the temperature, and she can't hold back the soft whimper that escapes her. The feeling of his stubble against her soft skin is absolutely delightful, and all she can do is imagine how it would feel on her inner thighs, leaving a slight burn as his mouth explores where she needs them the most. Her other hand has to actually grab a fistful of his sweater to help keep her upright.
Shit. She's about to say fuck it and have Daniel take them straight home so she can start ripping clothes off, but... unfortunately, she had to be sensible about this. Depending on how fast Violet heals, Merrick may not get another chance to gather items from her home. At the very least, she needed to get into her stash of money and credit cards so she can buy new clothing and anything else she needs.
"I only need a few hours of sleep a week, darling. Unless..." She turns to face him at the door, her hand trailing along his hip, even going so far as to slip her fingertips just under his sweater and touch bare skin. It back fires a little as she bites her lip. "...these other plans of yours end up being rather strenuous. Then, I may require more." She smiles sweetly up at him as she pulls her hand back, the one holding his squeezing gently. "And no, I never had the chance to have you over. It's... it's in a state of disarray currently. Just to warn you. But I'll only need a few minutes to grab essentials." Standing on tip toe, she quickly kisses his cheek and slips into the passenger seat.
Gods, he craved Merrick's touch in the same way an addict craved nicotine or alcohol, fearing that he would experience those same withdrawal symptoms if she dissappeared a second time. It took everything in them to keep from bending Merrick over and ravaging her like a wild animal, taking a deep breath and staring at her in the same way that a pack of wolves would look at a lone deer in the forest. He lets out a pleased hum at the feeling of her warm fingers against his cold skin, about to lean in for a deep kiss before she pecks him on the cheek and gets into the car. "My creature, you utterly torment me with your teasing," he groans, a smile playing at his lips as he shuts the door and gets into the driver's seat. After buckling his seatbelt and closing his eyes for a brief moment, Daniel opens his charcoal eyes again and looks over at Merrick contentedly.
If he had it his way, Daniel would just take her straight home and let her take her pick from his own clothing instead of bothering to stop at her place... but one, most of his clothes were probably a bit too big for her and two, he understood the importance of having belongings that you could call your own in times like these. Besides... he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't cut off the clothes she was currently wearing with one of his knives when the two of them got home, so it was a good idea to allow her to pick up some replacements ahead of time.
They're unable to keep from licking his lips as he stares at Merrick, that hungry look remaining in his dark irises even as he turns to look out of the front window instead. "I won't mind the mess darling, I promise. I can almost one-hundred percent assure you that the state of your home is not what I'll be focusing my attention on while we're there."
Merrick smiles as she sits down, utterly satisfied with herself when she hears him groan... even if the sound of it makes her thighs squeeze together. Then, once Daniel is in the car, her eyes are on them intensely. Why would she bother looking at anything else when her entire reason for existing was a mere foot or so away? Even as his eyes are closed, she watches him, wondering what was going on inside his head. Wondering in what ways he imagines them being tangled together...
Then he's looking at her with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, licking his lips like he's mere seconds from devouring her anyway. This time, she has to let out a huff of air to keep from outright moaning, shifting in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left. Anything to try and contain the throbbing between her legs. She finds herself wondering what his reaction would be if she decided to just slip her hand down and-
Merrick tears her gaze away after he does, her foot bouncing impatiently and involuntarily. She almost crosses her arms in her lap, but she keeps one hand near him if he wants to hold it once again, and she would try not to grip too tightly. "I... I know, my heart. I do appreciate that. And I'll try not to be so distracting while we are there. I'm positively dying to get to our final destination..." There was little exaggeration there. Every moment they weren't pressed together was torture.
His freshly trimmed fingernails dug into the leather of the steering wheel, almost failing to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his chesy before catching it with a clearing of his throat last-minute. "Then we best make it quick, hm? I hope you can somehow manage to remember the directions to your home without getting too distracted, my creature," he says calmly instead, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into the inside pocket of his suit. Black eyes narrow at the road ahead as he pulls out of the parking lot and waits patiently for the directions to Merrick's house.
Still, despite his cool demeanor, it was becoming rather difficult to ignore the blood rushing further south to his poorly neglected arousal, trying to pretend that every little jostle of the car from the bumps on the road weren't making it harder— pun intended— to keep from pulling the car over and just fucking her breathless on the side of the road. It had been ages since he'd been able to relieve this kind of tension, even longer since he'd actually felt the need to relieve that tension. In his cold and lonely afterlife, no matter how many people he met, or killed, or interacted with... he hadn't felt an attraction like this towards any of them, not until Merrick. Not only had she thawed his frozen heart, she'd awakened a flame that burned only for her.
Their chilly hand slipped towards her own, intertwining his fingers with Merrick's and squeezing lightly. Oh, how he longed to touch the rest of her... to squeeze her hips under his soft hands, to trace his fingertips over her stomach and waist and thighs, to grip her hair in his hands, to hold and mark and ravish her skin with his nails, fingertips, teeth, lips, tongue as he pleased... Daniel bit his tongue, hoping to keep those thoughts at bay until later, so that he could focus on driving instead.
"Yes... of course, darling." Merrick answers, and even words were becoming more difficult as she stared at him again. Daniel speaks of not being distracted, and then he goes and takes off his sunglasses. The nerve, honestly. Now she's transfixed on his beautiful eyes, wanting nothing more than to straddle his lap and look into them deeply as he moves her up and down on his-
Ah. Directions. Right.
Merrick can't recall ever feeling this... needy before. In her previous life, she only ever had sex a handful of times for stress relief, having been focused entirely on her career. And since coming back, it has been zero times. She had a broken heart and the inability to trust anyone to help her fix it. Even having sex simply for release didn't appeal to her anymore. And then... Daniel swept her off her feet.
Now, being reunited again, all those feelings she had before being taken from them have rushed back in full force. She nearly felt sick with it, feverish, like she was going through withdrawals from a drug she was already addicted to before even having it. Heat and cold alike usually didn't affect her, but right now, she was nearly panting from how warm she felt. Making the contrast of Daniel's cooler hand holding hers even greater. But, she manages to give the directions and within ten minutes, they arrive at her house.
It's small and ordinary, at least compared to Daniel's beautiful home. One story, lilac paint and cream trim. She lets out a sigh of relief when she sees that at least the front door is still attached. "Here we are... home sweet home..." Merrick says quietly, almost hesitantly as she squeezes Daniel's hand before slipping out of the car. She wanted to get this over with for a few different reasons.
Daniel follows closely behind Merrick, reaching a hand in his jacket pocket to touch the handle of the knife safely tucked away in there. A small part of their mind was concerned that Violet may be hiding in there, waiting around any corner to hurt his beloved creature, but he was mainly focused on allowing Merrick to gather what she needed from the house so they could get to his place and finally allow themselves to indulge without needing worrying about things such as the police finding a corpse right next to them, or a vengeful demon chasing after the two of them. "A beautiful home, my creature... you truly have a taste for visual aesthetics," he purrs, charcoal eyes scanning over the exterior of the house with a pleased hum. Sure, he was biased in that he wanted nothing more than to lay Merrick across his dining room table and bury his face between her thighs, but he really did mean the compliment.
His free hand slips around her body to rest on her waist, the touch surprisingly not meant to tease, just to allow himself the pleasure of holding her close. "You know... if you plan on staying with me for more than just the night, I wouldn't mind some assistance in redecorating my home. The furnishings haven't been updated in quite a long time, and I would enjoy a more feminine touch around the house."
The corner of their lips curl into a small smile as he looks down at Merrick, his gaze still just as lustful as before but somehow softened with adoration. Oh, how he missed her... the two of them had been through so much between now and the time that they'd parted, but he still felt the same amount of devotion to his darling creature, the light of his afterlife.
With each step along the stone pathway leading to the door, Merrick was ready to start peeling clothes off... for two reasons. One, the perfect specimen of a man that was walking behind her, oh so close and too far away at the same time somehow. And two, she was so hot. It prickled along every inch of her skin, seeming to radiate from between her legs. A thin sheen of sweat broke out along her back as she tried to catch her breath. Something felt... wrong somehow. This couldn't be normal arousal, right? It almost hurt.
His voice breaks her out of her thoughts, and she has to stifle a moan. Fuck, it was like she could feel him no matter where he was, a cool presence she wanted to get lost in. "Ah... thank you, amore. I... I had more plans for the space, but n-now... I don't know." It was the truth, but even if she had extended plans on house decorating, she couldn't care less about what they were right now.
Merrick realizes she doesn't have keys, and she lifts a hand and tries to concentrate on unlocking the deadbolt on the other side with telekinesis. But all she can concentrate on is how loud her heartbeat is in her ears and-fuck he's touching her. It's an innocent touch on her waist, but she whimpers, almost sounding wounded. Even over her shirt, his hand was delightfully cold against her overheated body. It's even harder to listen to him, but she catches the gist and nods. If she wasn't so consumed by him and whatever this was, she would further register how happy it made her. He wanted her to stay longer.
"I... yes, that... I would be honored to... to help..." She stares up at him, and her eyes... unknown to her, they were glowing brighter than they ever have. The crimson further bled into the amethyst as she stared at him hungrily, but there was hesitancy and fear of not knowing what's going on. "Ah... D-Daniel, I... something is off..."
The spirit is somehow unaware that Merrick is being affected by anything further than typical arousal, assuming that the flush spreading over her face and the sharp increase in her body temperature was just normal for her. Daniel's fingertips press a little harder into her skin, trying to keep himself from outright moaning and fucking Merrick right here on the front porch. She's so desperate for him and he hasn't done anything more than a little teasing and a quick kiss on the lips. It made them wonder how quickly he could turn her into a babbling mess once he actually slipped his hands between her thighs and— fuck, he really had no shame when it came to her, did he?
Even so, the very moment that Merrick expresses that something is wrong, Daniel pulls his hand away from her waist and furrows his eyebrows with concern. "Oh? What's wrong, my creature?" he asks, voice gentle even as he absentmindedly gripped the handle of the knife in case he needed to defend his darling. "Is that wretch here? Do you sense them?" The thought of that demon even trying to get near Merrick made his blood boil.
As much as Daniel is able to hold back his sounds, Merrick is quite the opposite. As his fingertips press harder against her, a moan escapes past her lips as if he pushed it out himself. But then all too soon, he's letting go and it almost hurts, an ache of loss that threatens to make her fold in on herself. Fuck, what was going on? "It's... no, they're not here... I d-don't feel right..." Slamming her palm against the door, there's a flash of purple energy as the deadbolt turns, and she's quickly opening the door and pulling him inside.
As pristine as the outside of the house is, the inside shows clear signs of a struggle. Broken pictures and paintings on the floor, broken coffee table in the living room. The dining table looks like it was shoved against the counters as the chairs lay on their sides. Kitchen cabinets are open and clear of their contents like they had been flung around, shattered glass and porcelain on the floor. "Be... be careful, darling..." It's the only warning she can muster because fuck she can't take it anymore.
"I... Gods, why is it so fucking hot..." She practically growls, her mind consumed with only trying to cool down. Well, that and fucking Daniel's brains out, but she was honestly worried about hurting him at this point, spirit or not. As she stalks toward the master bedroom, crunching debris under her boots, she's pulling her tank top over her head, partially tearing the fabric in half as she throws it aside. Leaving her upper half bare and glistening as she makes it to the doorway. Maybe a cold shower would help? "I... fuck... what is this...?"
The sound of Merrick's moan shoots straight down to Daniel's arousal, his cock twitching inside his slacks with interest. He barely has time to process that before Merrick is pulling him inside and the bottom of his shoe is pressing against the familiar feeling of broken glass. "Merrick, my creature, are you a—" He doesn't even have a moment to finish his sentence before she's going towards what he can only assume is the bedroom, taking off her tank top and oh.
Unceremoniously, Daniel's dark eyes become fixated on her chest, pupils dilating slightly at the mesmerizing sight, and despite how hard he tries to look away it's damn near impossible to ignore how perfect her body looked without her top on. It made him yearn to see every inch of her body exposed to him, once his beloved creature gave him full permission to touch her body as he pleased. "I... my creature..." Fuck, he really wanted to wait until the two of them got home, subconsciously digging his fingernails into his own palms to keep them from reaching up and grabbing. "Merrick, my darling, what has overtaken your senses? I don't mind the top, or rather, the lack of one, but this is most unlike you."
They finally pry their black eyes away from her tits, looking up to Merrick's eyes, and fuck that almost makes it worse. The crimson that normally ringed her irises had started bleeding into the violet, making her look nearly animalistic in nature and all Daniel wanted to do right now was see those pretty eyes roll back into Merrick's head while he stretched her open on his cock. He steps closer, tilting his head at her slightly and mentally cursing at himself for his sudden lack of restraint.
Merrick can't take another step into the bedroom, leaning back against the door frame as she pants for air. She already had heightened senses, but now it was like everything was turned up past the maximum and were focused entirely on him. His deep, velvet smooth voice with the slightest bit of strain. The coolness of his presence was like a balm against her overheated skin as he got closer. And fuck, he's never smelled better than he did right now. Merrick could swear her mouth was watering, and it wasn't the only part of her that was dripping wet.
She watches as he stares at her chest, whimpering and clutching the door frame behind her until she can hear wood begin to splinter. "I... I don't know, I'm... fuck, I'm burning up and everything is so much, I... I..." Merrick trails off as he approaches, utterly suffocating in his entire presence as she stares up at him desperately. Licking her lips, she nods her head inside the bedroom. "I... w-was going to try and take a cold shower, but... I don't know if that will... help..."
She looks down at herself, noticing that she's rubbing her thighs together, but it's not enough. It was on the verge of being painful, and she's not sure what to do. But she does know what she needs as she looks up at Daniel once again. "Daniel... please..." She says over a whimper, and she can't hold it back anymore. Grabbing the lapel of his jacket, she pulls him down to claim his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, something like a growl rumbling in her chest.
As she grabs the lapel of his jacket and pulls him in for a desperate kiss, Daniel's hands immediately slide up to her bare waist, pulling her impossibly closer and moaning gently into her mouth as his lips brush against hers. "My creature, you need not beg for something that already belongs to you," he breathes, pulling away only briefly to take off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly aside before reconnecting their lips passionately. He has no idea what's gotten into her, only that Merrick needs him and they are desperate to please.
He leans down slightly and pulls her hips closer, pressing against her and suddenly wrapping her legs around him as he grips onto her thighs and picks her up. Daniel had been planning on waiting until the two of them got home, but when she looked at him like he was her last meal on death row, he couldn't resist. He brings her over to the bed, laying her down against the mattress and crawling on top of her. Sure, he wanted desperately to please her, but if Daniel didn't get the chance to be a little tactful about this he would feel bad. Nonetheless, his lips trails down from hers down to her throat, stubble brushing against her skin as he presses a line of kisses down to her pulse point and flicks his tongue against her hot skin. "My darling, I've never craved anyone quite like this before," he growls, voice almost threatening as his hands slide back up to her waist and he pulls her body closer to him.
Merrick answers with desperate moans of her own, nearly ripping his jacket off of him herself if it saved milliseconds that could be spent kissing. She shivers as his hands touch her bare skin, his cool touch abating the flames trying to burst from her skin. Even as he pulls her in closer by the hips, she tries to rub against his arousal, anything that will help this fucking ache that threatened to consume her whole.
Their hands grab her thighs, and she doesn't waste a second jumping up and wrapping her legs and arms around him like vines, pressing her breasts against him. Fuck, he somehow made her cooler and even hotter at the same time, and she's clawing at his sweater as her lips kiss every bit of skin that she can. She moans deeply as they settle on top of her, gladly turning her head so they can have more space to cover with his soft lips. One hand winds in his hair as the other slips under his clothing, running up his abs and to his chest.
"Fuck, yes..." Merrick says over a groan, hitching her legs up over Daniel's hips. She shivers at the feel of his stubble and tongue, tugging his hair firmly. "Gods, I've wanted to... ahhh, to give myself to you since that night... mmm, fuck, please..." Burying her face in his neck, she kisses and scrapes her fangs along his skin, reaching down and trying to undo his pants desperately. This isn't how she imagined their first time together, but fuck it, they could make up for it later.
He outright growls at the feeling of Merrick's teeth scraping his neck, and his lips only part from her skin so that he can take off the sweater and toss it elsewhere, before diving back in and sucking a mark into the dip between her neck and her shoulder. "My creature, I'm yours, every piece of me," he moans against her, cold fingertips digging hard enough against her skin to leave bruises as he relishes in the feeling of her warmth against his lips and tongue. Even in his desperation to fuck Merrick until she can't see straight, Daniel's devotion to her is still more evident than ever before.
He grinds down against her slightly, gasping breathlessly at the feeling of at least slight relief to his desperate arousal, and gods, he'd nearly forgotten how good the attention to his cock felt. It had been decades since Daniel had been so ravenous, but something about seeing his beloved creature so desperate for his attention made him utterly insatiable. Daniel leaned forward to kiss down her chest, flicking his tongue against her nipple and fuck, he could've sworn he tasted the sweetness of her skin despite having the inability to taste at all. "Fuck, darling, I want to own you, I want to reduce you to nothing but a babbling mess on my cock and I want to relish in the feeling of you." They're almost delirious with lust, biting against Merrick's skin slightly as he moves one hand to pin her hips against the mattress and the other slipping down to softly tug at the waistband of her pants.
"I need to hear you ask for me to touch you, my creature, I won't lay even a single finger between your thighs until I know that this is really what you want," he explains breathlessly, watching with bated breath as he waited for his beloved's response. He meant it too, no matter how much he wanted to pump her full of his length and watch her eyes roll back into her skull, Daniel wouldn't even think about touching her arousal with his fingers without her express permission.
Merrick is gasping with him as he grinds against her, even through her jeans, it feels incredible. Her hips are twitching with the promise of what's to come. Both of her hands wind into his hair, grabbing firmly as he kisses down her chest, whimpering at the feeling of his tongue against her nipple. Arching her back to try and press overheated skin to him the best she could. Fuck, he sounded as desperate as she did, any cool composure and restraint long gone. She's never seen or heard him like this before, and she couldn't wait to hear and feel even more.
Moaning as he bites her, she stares up at him, crimson glowing and swirling in her eyes. "Yes, Amore, please... I need you, only you... fuck only you can give me what I need..." She's ready to lift her hips so Daniel can pull her pants off, but then he's waiting for explicit permission. Her heart swells with love and affection for him, even when she is throwing herself at him like a frenzied animal... he still waits. Panting for air, Merrick runs her hands along his chest until she's holding his face. "Daniel... caro mio, my heart... touch me, please. Claim me as yours. I need your marks on my skin, to be full of you... please."
A shiver shoots up his spine as Merrick's hands run along his chest, and oh, gods, the sound of her begging for his touch is enough to drive Daniel insane, almost tearing her pants off in his desperation to get his hand between her legs. "My creature, you're mine to please, mine to ravish, and nobody else is even allowed to imagine you like this," he rambles almost incoherently, tossing her pants aside and moaning wantonly at the sight of her dripping arousal. "Oh, my darling girl..."
His cold, calloused fingers run through Merrick's folds, collecting her arousal on his fingers and shuddering as if he was using his own cock to gather her slick. His fingers slowly circle Merrick's clit, black irises and lust-widened pupils watching her every move. He leans down and Daniel's soft lips return to her skin, tracing barely-there kisses along the skin of her collarbone before biting down and slipping two of their fingers into the entrance of Merrick's cunt with a low groan. Fuck, despite being practically soaked with arousal, she was so tight, and Daniel couldn't help but imagine how she would feel clenched around his cock.
His neglected arousal twitches in his slacks, but Daniel elects to ignore chasing his own pleasure for now. He wanted to focus on Merrick, to see what made her see stars, and he began to tenderly curl his fingers in a "come hither" motion in a surprisingly patient attempt to locate her sweet spot. "My beautiful creature, you're everything I could ever need and more," he praises softly, kissing up her neck and latching onto a patch of skin on her jawline to leave behind a dark hickey. "You feel wonderful around my fingers, it's everything I've ever desired..."
Between the way that Daniel practically rips her pants off and the absolutely delightful and possessive language they use, Merrick's entire body is quivering with desire by the time she's completely nude under him. Her nails scratch along his shoulders as she quickly nods, half delirious with lust already, staring up at him desperately. "Yes, I'm yours, amore... fuck-" She cuts herself off with a gasp as his fingers move through her folds, lips staying parted as her hips twitch ever so slightly. Once he's rubbing her clit, she's practically clawing at him, whimpering as her arousal finally gets some much needed attention but it wasn't enough. It was like tossing an ice cube into a bonfire, and she needed more. Thankfully, her beloved shows her mercy and she's crying out for him as their fingers sink into her aching cunt. The bite to her chest only makes everything more focused and sharp, and she's moaning in what can only be described as triumph.
"Ahh, Gods!" She moans out as her head tilts back further into the pillow, temporarily overwhelmed by him as he starts moving his fingers. Merrick moves her hips down against his hand, panting for air already. Even now, she can tell she's surprisingly close as she clenches down around him, but she can also tell that it still won't be enough to come apart on his fingers. Keeping her head back so he can kiss where he pleases, she whimpers and shivers as he brushes against a rather sensitive spot inside of her.
"Mmm... caro mio, fuck..." Her arms wrap around his shoulders as he leans in, needing to feel as much of his body against her heated skin as possible. "You feel divine... ahhh, s-so good to me, darling, yes..." Words are becoming difficult as her mind slips further into a haze, scraping her teeth roughly along his earlobe before whispering next to his ear. "I need you to... fucking ruin me, Daniel, please. Fill me until you can't anymore, fuck, I need you to..." Her sentence ends on a desperate and rushed whine, the words coming from somewhere deep and primal inside of her as her hips move faster.
"Oh, my darling creature, I know you're desperate for me," he responds teasingly, practically moaning his words with pleasure despite recieving no attention to his cock. Oh, her nails digging into his shoulders was delicious, and even though he could feel no pain, a small part of him wished he could feel the sting of her nails drawing blood from his skin. "But you take my fingers so well, and I want to make sure you're properly worked up for me. You can be patient, right? I know you can my love, you're doing so well." Maybe he was being a tad greedy, but Daniel wanted to drag this out for as long as he could, and they were a bit worried that he wouldn't last long inside of Merrick when she was already begging for him like this.
So for now, he would make sure his beloved creature could cum on his fingers, so he could watch her cry out in pleasure for as long as he was allowed to. Not only that, but Daniel was more than a slight sadist, and the thought of his most cherished darling crying out for him was immensely enticing. The fact that her hips were already rolling against his hand was more than satisfying to him, and they bit down into her skin again as his thumb started rubbing circles against her clit in tandem with the slow motions of his fingers.
His other cold hand moves to rub comforting circles on her thigh as they patiently move their hand, allowing Merrick free movements of her hips for now. She just looks so fucking ethereal underneath him, and Daniel would be willing to stay here for hours if it made her happy. He had waited so fucking long to pleasure her, and he would be damned if he even started to think about rushing this moment.
As if to accentuate his words, Merrick lets out a needy whine, arching her back as she keeps a tight hold on him. Whatever is happening to her right now is fighting against her need to submit to him. She wants to be good for her beloved, to let them use her however the fuck he pleased. But she also needs him to do more and now. Letting out a shuddering breath, she slides one of her hands up into his hair and tries to nod the best she can with her head shoved back into the pillow. "I... I'll try... for you, Sir..."
Then they're biting her again and fuck, she nearly screams as she pulls his hair, trying to push herself up against him to increase the pressure. The thought of Daniel biting her hard enough to draw blood makes her moan loudly as her cunt tightens around his fingers. "Oh cazzo, dei per favore non fermarti..." She mutters over a breath, the ache in her abdomen threatening to rip apart any second. He's still moving agonizingly slow, but it didn't matter as her hips stutter against his hand. It had been Gods know how long since she's even pleasured herself, and she's wanted this with Daniel for ages...
Resting her other hand near their neck, Merrick stares up at him with glowing crimson eyes, her brow furrowed in pleasure. "I... fuck, amore, I..." As he continues brushing against that spot inside of her, whatever she was trying to say leaves her mind as her release slams into her. She holds his gaze for as long as she can before it's too much, and her eyes roll back as she cries out for him. Clutching him tightly, her body shaking beneath him as she tries to keep moving her hips greedily against his hand.
As he works Merrick through her first orgasm of the night, Daniel could've sworn that he ascended to a reality beyond godhood, so proud to be the one pleasuring his beloved creature like this, but he wanted more. His teeth sink further into her flesh as she pulls his hair, still unable to feel that sting but aroused by the thought of it, and begins lapping at her skin with his tongue. "My darling creature, you're doing so perfectly for me, I want you to feel so good," he moans, cock straining almost uncomfortably against the purple fabric of his slacks as he slips his fingers out of Merrick and watches the remnants of her orgasm drip out of her cunt. If he could replay this moment over and over again for the rest of his life, they would do so without a second thought.
He runs his tongue over the fingers that were just pleasing her and groans wantonly at the taste, and his first instinct is to dip his head down between her thighs and lap at her desperate arousal until she cums again, but she seems desperate for a little something more— and quite frankly, Daniel was too. He presses a passionate kiss to Merrick's lips, using one arm to keep himself propped up above her as their other hand moves down to unbuckle his belt and shift his pants off his hips. "My perfect, beautiful Merrick, my beloved creature, I'm going to fuck you until we're both drowning in pleasure, I want to feel you come undone around me."
He's practically panting against her lips, as he pulls out of the kiss, kicking his pants and his boxers aside and freeing his cock from its confines and softly running their hand along the shaft. He was about seven inches in length, around average, but his cock was definitely thicker than most, enough to give Merrick a good stretch when he finally lost patience and started fucking her. Precum is slowly dripping from the tip of his cock, and he shivers quietly as he uses his thumb to softly spread it over his tip.
Merrick is lost for words at the moment, only able to stare up at him as he runs his tongue along the fingers that she had just cum all over. Letting out a desperate whimper, she tries to rub her thighs together as her cunt is already aching for him again, even worse than before. "Daniel, amore-" It's all she can get out before their lips are pressed together, moaning into his mouth while her tongue moves with theirs. The metallic sound of his belt reaches her ears, and she growls, one hand staying tangled in their hair as the other one slowly slides down his chest and abdomen.
She's also panting by the time he's speaking such delicious, sinful words to her. Reaching down to try and help get the troublesome garments out of their way. "Oh my love, fuck... I need you to use me as you please, until neither of us can move. Need you to fill me with your love until you can't anymore." She meant every single word. There's never been a time in her life when she's felt so empty... literally. And the only one that can do anything about it is Daniel. The only one she's ever wanted so intensely.
Staring into his eyes, Merrick moves her hand down further until she's touching his hard length with her fingertips, gasping as she grazes over his hand. Her hips respond by rocking upwards slightly, seeking the friction she desperately craves. Licking along his bottom lip, she tugs on it gently with her teeth, not wanting to puncture it with her fangs before leaning up into him. "Mmm, fuck me, caro mio, please..."
Daniel’s dick twitches slightly at the attention to his cock, moaning against Merrick’s lips as she tugs his bottom lip in between her teeth. “My beloved creature, I would give up everything else in my afterlife if it meant I could please you for the rest of our existence,” he groans into her mouth, carefully adjusting their position so that her thigh is pressed against his bare hip and shuddering lowly as he runs the tip of his cock through her slick folds. As much as he wanted to take his time and draw this out, Daniel was experiencing such an intense desire to feel Merrick clench around their length that he feared the both of them would simply burst into flames if he didn’t fuck her right now.
He lets out a deep moan as he lines himself up with her entrance and slowly pushes his hips forward, cold fingertips digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. She feels so fucking tight and warm around his length, and it takes everything in him to keep from fucking into her with reckless abandon immediately. “Oh, fffucking hell, darling,” he shivers, hiking both of Merrick’s legs around his waist and pushing his cock just a little bit further into her and dipping down to sink his teeth into her collarbone once more. He unintentionally draws a bit of blood this time, lapping at the small lacerations in her skin with his tongue. He can’t taste the coppery tang of her blood in his mouth but gods, he would sell his soul for that chance. Once, experimentally, he rolls his hips down into hers and a groan gets caught in his throat.
“Fuck, fuck, Merrick, my love, you have to stop me if this gets to be too much,” Daniel murmurs against her skin, trailing kisses from her collarbone up to her neck and panting softly next to her ear.
Does Daniel ever really loved you, or is he using you for your body? They're not exactly the most trustworthy guy around, and he's a master manipulator.
What if the only reason he let you back into his life was because he wanted to fuck you?
"Oh, this again." Merrick rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. She remembers nosy little shadows hinting at something similar a long time ago.
"Daniel and I are devoted to each other. It was even plainer to me when I returned, and he accepted me like no time had passed at all after I explained what happened. It would be an awful lot of work and deception on his part just to get a good fuck session in."
She shakes her head, utterly unphased. At least... it's how it appears. Once you're betrayed by someone you love and trust above all others, the tiniest fractures can remain in one's heart. Unnoticed until someone comes along and starts digging. "Don't try and understand something you clearly do not..."
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[[OOC: WOMEN (Merrick) GOT ME ACTING UNWISE (reading smut rps at work)]]
"I thought you might like this, darling. What do you think?"
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( nsfw. )
[ 📲 text: ] i’m wearing something you might like right now. [ 📲 text: ] i’ve got a surprise waiting for you. i think you’re going to like it. [ 📲 text: ] i’m going to make you beg for it. [ 📲 text: ] i want you. [ 📲 text: ] you’ve made me so horny. [ 📲 text: ] let me watch you come. [ 📲 text: ] get over here. [ 📲 text: ] i’ve been such a bad girl / boy. [ 📲 text: ] i’m touching myself right now and thinking about you. [ 📲 text: ] let me take care of you tonight. [ 📲 text: ] it’s so hot to imagine you tying me up. [ 📲 text: ] i’m picturing you and me with another person. [ 📲 text: ] i’m so hard / wet right now. [ 📲 text: ] i just got out of the shower. [ 📲 text: ] it’s too bad you aren’t here … [ 📲 text: ] i thought of something i want you to do to me tonight. [ 📲 text: ] you can’t have me until tomorrow. [ 📲 text: ] i’m still thinking about last night. [ 📲 text: ] i miss feeling you inside me. [ 📲 text: ] i love the way you make me feel. [ 📲 text: ] the anticipation is killing me. [ 📲 text: ] i’ve never felt as attracted to anyone else. [ 📲 text: ] i can’t get enough of you. [ 📲 text: ] what else will you do to me? [ 📲 text: ] tell me more. [ 📲 text: ] i love it when you talk like that. [ 📲 text: ] what are you wearing? [ 📲 text: ] that turns me on so much. [ 📲 text: ] does this turn you on? [ 📲 text: ] i had an exciting dream about you last night and have been replaying it in my head all day. [ 📲 text: ] guess the color of my underwear. [ 📲 text: ] i wish i could be with you right now. [ 📲 text: ] i can’t wait to feel your hands all over my body. [ 📲 text: ] send me a picture. of course i would prefer something a little … daring. [ 📲 text: ] my clothes are coming off the second i get home. [ 📲 text: ] i’m going to let you do anything you want to me. [ 📲 text: ] are you touching yourself? [ 📲 text: ] let me distract you from work. [ 📲 text: ] you think you can come over sooner? i really need you here with me. [ 📲 text: ] what are you going to do to me?
"My darling, you wouldn't mind helping me up off the bed, right? I was just trying something on and it would be positively dreadful if I couldn't get up, wouldn't it?"
I know I posted gifs, but I had to indulge in the lingerie posts going around rn
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Continued from here
((Just some general warnings for the thread. These two lovelies are murderers that get off on torture and blood. And I'm VERY sure that this thread will get very NSFW later on, so you have been warned. >:) ))
Oh, Merrick wanted to feel Daniel's strong hands elsewhere. Everywhere. The same hands she focused on a little too much as they tortured the man that was now stuffed inside a duffel bag, instead caressing her body and bringing her unimaginable bliss. She can't contain the shiver that rolls down her spine as he picks up the bag. "You make it oh so difficult to behave, Daniel... I'll try my best."
Walking alongside him, her mind does begin to wander on other matters, though. Merrick couldn't continue staying at her place now that Violet knew where she lived. Taking this time to gather what she can and abandon it was the smart thing to do, but... would Daniel allow her to live with him? It seemed silly to worry about, given how clearly devoted they were to each other, but she didn't want to assume anything. It was his space, after all.
She's brought out of her thoughts as they toss the bag into the pile, gazing down at it with a satisfied smile and a glint in her eye. "I couldn't have said it better myself, amore. Certainly a fitting end for such a vile thing." Mostly, she's happy to be rid of it so they could get on with their evening. Turning to face him properly, Merrick reaches for his hand and interfaces their fingers, her smile turning to one of utmost love and devotion before they start walking back to the car. "From here, my house is basically on the way to yours. Just one more quick stop, and we can turn in for the night." As if they would be doing any sleeping. He probably didn't need to, and Merrick could now go a week or so on only a few hours of sleep.
Oh, if only Merrick knew what Daniel really wanted to do with those hands; he wanted to caress her face, grasp her hips, tangle his fingers in her dark hair, slip a hand between her thighs... he truly wanted to shower her in his devotion and his love, anything he could do to prove just how much he longed for Merrick's touch. He craved every part of her body, inside and out. And even though he could no longer taste, he knew that the feeling of her skin under his lips would surely ignite sparks on his tastebuds and revive his ability to taste the salt of her sweat on his tongue. His hands squeeze her own as she intertwines their fingers, and Daniel can't stop the chuckle from escaping his lips.
"One more stop, then you and I will be able to indulge..." he murmurs, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "...in rest, if it so pleases you, but my body no longer requires rest. Unless you're feeling particularly tired, I had some other plans in mind." Their cold hand slips around Merrick's waist, pulling her closer as the scratchy stubble on his jaw ghosts along her skin. "But that decision, my creature, is completely up to you."
He leans away and chuckles, pressing his fingertips a little harder into her waist to leave the lingering feeling of his touch even as he pulls away to open the car door for her. "Of course, you'll have to guide me to your home— I don't believe I've ever been there before, at least not to my memory. However, the last few times we've seen one another, I've been far too focused on you to bother paying attention to unimportant things such as location."
Merrick moves her face closer to Daniel, always drawn to him like a moth to flame. The cold breath that fans her face makes her shiver, but not due to the temperature, and she can't hold back the soft whimper that escapes her. The feeling of his stubble against her soft skin is absolutely delightful, and all she can do is imagine how it would feel on her inner thighs, leaving a slight burn as his mouth explores where she needs them the most. Her other hand has to actually grab a fistful of his sweater to help keep her upright.
Shit. She's about to say fuck it and have Daniel take them straight home so she can start ripping clothes off, but... unfortunately, she had to be sensible about this. Depending on how fast Violet heals, Merrick may not get another chance to gather items from her home. At the very least, she needed to get into her stash of money and credit cards so she can buy new clothing and anything else she needs.
"I only need a few hours of sleep a week, darling. Unless..." She turns to face him at the door, her hand trailing along his hip, even going so far as to slip her fingertips just under his sweater and touch bare skin. It back fires a little as she bites her lip. "...these other plans of yours end up being rather strenuous. Then, I may require more." She smiles sweetly up at him as she pulls her hand back, the one holding his squeezing gently. "And no, I never had the chance to have you over. It's... it's in a state of disarray currently. Just to warn you. But I'll only need a few minutes to grab essentials." Standing on tip toe, she quickly kisses his cheek and slips into the passenger seat.
Gods, he craved Merrick's touch in the same way an addict craved nicotine or alcohol, fearing that he would experience those same withdrawal symptoms if she dissappeared a second time. It took everything in them to keep from bending Merrick over and ravaging her like a wild animal, taking a deep breath and staring at her in the same way that a pack of wolves would look at a lone deer in the forest. He lets out a pleased hum at the feeling of her warm fingers against his cold skin, about to lean in for a deep kiss before she pecks him on the cheek and gets into the car. "My creature, you utterly torment me with your teasing," he groans, a smile playing at his lips as he shuts the door and gets into the driver's seat. After buckling his seatbelt and closing his eyes for a brief moment, Daniel opens his charcoal eyes again and looks over at Merrick contentedly.
If he had it his way, Daniel would just take her straight home and let her take her pick from his own clothing instead of bothering to stop at her place... but one, most of his clothes were probably a bit too big for her and two, he understood the importance of having belongings that you could call your own in times like these. Besides... he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't cut off the clothes she was currently wearing with one of his knives when the two of them got home, so it was a good idea to allow her to pick up some replacements ahead of time.
They're unable to keep from licking his lips as he stares at Merrick, that hungry look remaining in his dark irises even as he turns to look out of the front window instead. "I won't mind the mess darling, I promise. I can almost one-hundred percent assure you that the state of your home is not what I'll be focusing my attention on while we're there."
Merrick smiles as she sits down, utterly satisfied with herself when she hears him groan... even if the sound of it makes her thighs squeeze together. Then, once Daniel is in the car, her eyes are on them intensely. Why would she bother looking at anything else when her entire reason for existing was a mere foot or so away? Even as his eyes are closed, she watches him, wondering what was going on inside his head. Wondering in what ways he imagines them being tangled together...
Then he's looking at her with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, licking his lips like he's mere seconds from devouring her anyway. This time, she has to let out a huff of air to keep from outright moaning, shifting in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left. Anything to try and contain the throbbing between her legs. She finds herself wondering what his reaction would be if she decided to just slip her hand down and-
Merrick tears her gaze away after he does, her foot bouncing impatiently and involuntarily. She almost crosses her arms in her lap, but she keeps one hand near him if he wants to hold it once again, and she would try not to grip too tightly. "I... I know, my heart. I do appreciate that. And I'll try not to be so distracting while we are there. I'm positively dying to get to our final destination..." There was little exaggeration there. Every moment they weren't pressed together was torture.
His freshly trimmed fingernails dug into the leather of the steering wheel, almost failing to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his chesy before catching it with a clearing of his throat last-minute. "Then we best make it quick, hm? I hope you can somehow manage to remember the directions to your home without getting too distracted, my creature," he says calmly instead, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into the inside pocket of his suit. Black eyes narrow at the road ahead as he pulls out of the parking lot and waits patiently for the directions to Merrick's house.
Still, despite his cool demeanor, it was becoming rather difficult to ignore the blood rushing further south to his poorly neglected arousal, trying to pretend that every little jostle of the car from the bumps on the road weren't making it harder— pun intended— to keep from pulling the car over and just fucking her breathless on the side of the road. It had been ages since he'd been able to relieve this kind of tension, even longer since he'd actually felt the need to relieve that tension. In his cold and lonely afterlife, no matter how many people he met, or killed, or interacted with... he hadn't felt an attraction like this towards any of them, not until Merrick. Not only had she thawed his frozen heart, she'd awakened a flame that burned only for her.
Their chilly hand slipped towards her own, intertwining his fingers with Merrick's and squeezing lightly. Oh, how he longed to touch the rest of her... to squeeze her hips under his soft hands, to trace his fingertips over her stomach and waist and thighs, to grip her hair in his hands, to hold and mark and ravish her skin with his nails, fingertips, teeth, lips, tongue as he pleased... Daniel bit his tongue, hoping to keep those thoughts at bay until later, so that he could focus on driving instead.
"Yes... of course, darling." Merrick answers, and even words were becoming more difficult as she stared at him again. Daniel speaks of not being distracted, and then he goes and takes off his sunglasses. The nerve, honestly. Now she's transfixed on his beautiful eyes, wanting nothing more than to straddle his lap and look into them deeply as he moves her up and down on his-
Ah. Directions. Right.
Merrick can't recall ever feeling this... needy before. In her previous life, she only ever had sex a handful of times for stress relief, having been focused entirely on her career. And since coming back, it has been zero times. She had a broken heart and the inability to trust anyone to help her fix it. Even having sex simply for release didn't appeal to her anymore. And then... Daniel swept her off her feet.
Now, being reunited again, all those feelings she had before being taken from them have rushed back in full force. She nearly felt sick with it, feverish, like she was going through withdrawals from a drug she was already addicted to before even having it. Heat and cold alike usually didn't affect her, but right now, she was nearly panting from how warm she felt. Making the contrast of Daniel's cooler hand holding hers even greater. But, she manages to give the directions and within ten minutes, they arrive at her house.
It's small and ordinary, at least compared to Daniel's beautiful home. One story, lilac paint and cream trim. She lets out a sigh of relief when she sees that at least the front door is still attached. "Here we are... home sweet home..." Merrick says quietly, almost hesitantly as she squeezes Daniel's hand before slipping out of the car. She wanted to get this over with for a few different reasons.
Daniel follows closely behind Merrick, reaching a hand in his jacket pocket to touch the handle of the knife safely tucked away in there. A small part of their mind was concerned that Violet may be hiding in there, waiting around any corner to hurt his beloved creature, but he was mainly focused on allowing Merrick to gather what she needed from the house so they could get to his place and finally allow themselves to indulge without needing worrying about things such as the police finding a corpse right next to them, or a vengeful demon chasing after the two of them. "A beautiful home, my creature... you truly have a taste for visual aesthetics," he purrs, charcoal eyes scanning over the exterior of the house with a pleased hum. Sure, he was biased in that he wanted nothing more than to lay Merrick across his dining room table and bury his face between her thighs, but he really did mean the compliment.
His free hand slips around her body to rest on her waist, the touch surprisingly not meant to tease, just to allow himself the pleasure of holding her close. "You know... if you plan on staying with me for more than just the night, I wouldn't mind some assistance in redecorating my home. The furnishings haven't been updated in quite a long time, and I would enjoy a more feminine touch around the house."
The corner of their lips curl into a small smile as he looks down at Merrick, his gaze still just as lustful as before but somehow softened with adoration. Oh, how he missed her... the two of them had been through so much between now and the time that they'd parted, but he still felt the same amount of devotion to his darling creature, the light of his afterlife.
With each step along the stone pathway leading to the door, Merrick was ready to start peeling clothes off... for two reasons. One, the perfect specimen of a man that was walking behind her, oh so close and too far away at the same time somehow. And two, she was so hot. It prickled along every inch of her skin, seeming to radiate from between her legs. A thin sheen of sweat broke out along her back as she tried to catch her breath. Something felt... wrong somehow. This couldn't be normal arousal, right? It almost hurt.
His voice breaks her out of her thoughts, and she has to stifle a moan. Fuck, it was like she could feel him no matter where he was, a cool presence she wanted to get lost in. "Ah... thank you, amore. I... I had more plans for the space, but n-now... I don't know." It was the truth, but even if she had extended plans on house decorating, she couldn't care less about what they were right now.
Merrick realizes she doesn't have keys, and she lifts a hand and tries to concentrate on unlocking the deadbolt on the other side with telekinesis. But all she can concentrate on is how loud her heartbeat is in her ears and-fuck he's touching her. It's an innocent touch on her waist, but she whimpers, almost sounding wounded. Even over her shirt, his hand was delightfully cold against her overheated body. It's even harder to listen to him, but she catches the gist and nods. If she wasn't so consumed by him and whatever this was, she would further register how happy it made her. He wanted her to stay longer.
"I... yes, that... I would be honored to... to help..." She stares up at him, and her eyes... unknown to her, they were glowing brighter than they ever have. The crimson further bled into the amethyst as she stared at him hungrily, but there was hesitancy and fear of not knowing what's going on. "Ah... D-Daniel, I... something is off..."
The spirit is somehow unaware that Merrick is being affected by anything further than typical arousal, assuming that the flush spreading over her face and the sharp increase in her body temperature was just normal for her. Daniel's fingertips press a little harder into her skin, trying to keep himself from outright moaning and fucking Merrick right here on the front porch. She's so desperate for him and he hasn't done anything more than a little teasing and a quick kiss on the lips. It made them wonder how quickly he could turn her into a babbling mess once he actually slipped his hands between her thighs and— fuck, he really had no shame when it came to her, did he?
Even so, the very moment that Merrick expresses that something is wrong, Daniel pulls his hand away from her waist and furrows his eyebrows with concern. "Oh? What's wrong, my creature?" he asks, voice gentle even as he absentmindedly gripped the handle of the knife in case he needed to defend his darling. "Is that wretch here? Do you sense them?" The thought of that demon even trying to get near Merrick made his blood boil.
As much as Daniel is able to hold back his sounds, Merrick is quite the opposite. As his fingertips press harder against her, a moan escapes past her lips as if he pushed it out himself. But then all too soon, he's letting go and it almost hurts, an ache of loss that threatens to make her fold in on herself. Fuck, what was going on? "It's... no, they're not here... I d-don't feel right..." Slamming her palm against the door, there's a flash of purple energy as the deadbolt turns, and she's quickly opening the door and pulling him inside.
As pristine as the outside of the house is, the inside shows clear signs of a struggle. Broken pictures and paintings on the floor, broken coffee table in the living room. The dining table looks like it was shoved against the counters as the chairs lay on their sides. Kitchen cabinets are open and clear of their contents like they had been flung around, shattered glass and porcelain on the floor. "Be... be careful, darling..." It's the only warning she can muster because fuck she can't take it anymore.
"I... Gods, why is it so fucking hot..." She practically growls, her mind consumed with only trying to cool down. Well, that and fucking Daniel's brains out, but she was honestly worried about hurting him at this point, spirit or not. As she stalks toward the master bedroom, crunching debris under her boots, she's pulling her tank top over her head, partially tearing the fabric in half as she throws it aside. Leaving her upper half bare and glistening as she makes it to the doorway. Maybe a cold shower would help? "I... fuck... what is this...?"
The sound of Merrick's moan shoots straight down to Daniel's arousal, his cock twitching inside his slacks with interest. He barely has time to process that before Merrick is pulling him inside and the bottom of his shoe is pressing against the familiar feeling of broken glass. "Merrick, my creature, are you a—" He doesn't even have a moment to finish his sentence before she's going towards what he can only assume is the bedroom, taking off her tank top and oh.
Unceremoniously, Daniel's dark eyes become fixated on her chest, pupils dilating slightly at the mesmerizing sight, and despite how hard he tries to look away it's damn near impossible to ignore how perfect her body looked without her top on. It made him yearn to see every inch of her body exposed to him, once his beloved creature gave him full permission to touch her body as he pleased. "I... my creature..." Fuck, he really wanted to wait until the two of them got home, subconsciously digging his fingernails into his own palms to keep them from reaching up and grabbing. "Merrick, my darling, what has overtaken your senses? I don't mind the top, or rather, the lack of one, but this is most unlike you."
They finally pry their black eyes away from her tits, looking up to Merrick's eyes, and fuck that almost makes it worse. The crimson that normally ringed her irises had started bleeding into the violet, making her look nearly animalistic in nature and all Daniel wanted to do right now was see those pretty eyes roll back into Merrick's head while he stretched her open on his cock. He steps closer, tilting his head at her slightly and mentally cursing at himself for his sudden lack of restraint.
Merrick can't take another step into the bedroom, leaning back against the door frame as she pants for air. She already had heightened senses, but now it was like everything was turned up past the maximum and were focused entirely on him. His deep, velvet smooth voice with the slightest bit of strain. The coolness of his presence was like a balm against her overheated skin as he got closer. And fuck, he's never smelled better than he did right now. Merrick could swear her mouth was watering, and it wasn't the only part of her that was dripping wet.
She watches as he stares at her chest, whimpering and clutching the door frame behind her until she can hear wood begin to splinter. "I... I don't know, I'm... fuck, I'm burning up and everything is so much, I... I..." Merrick trails off as he approaches, utterly suffocating in his entire presence as she stares up at him desperately. Licking her lips, she nods her head inside the bedroom. "I... w-was going to try and take a cold shower, but... I don't know if that will... help..."
She looks down at herself, noticing that she's rubbing her thighs together, but it's not enough. It was on the verge of being painful, and she's not sure what to do. But she does know what she needs as she looks up at Daniel once again. "Daniel... please..." She says over a whimper, and she can't hold it back anymore. Grabbing the lapel of his jacket, she pulls him down to claim his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, something like a growl rumbling in her chest.
As she grabs the lapel of his jacket and pulls him in for a desperate kiss, Daniel's hands immediately slide up to her bare waist, pulling her impossibly closer and moaning gently into her mouth as his lips brush against hers. "My creature, you need not beg for something that already belongs to you," he breathes, pulling away only briefly to take off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly aside before reconnecting their lips passionately. He has no idea what's gotten into her, only that Merrick needs him and they are desperate to please.
He leans down slightly and pulls her hips closer, pressing against her and suddenly wrapping her legs around him as he grips onto her thighs and picks her up. Daniel had been planning on waiting until the two of them got home, but when she looked at him like he was her last meal on death row, he couldn't resist. He brings her over to the bed, laying her down against the mattress and crawling on top of her. Sure, he wanted desperately to please her, but if Daniel didn't get the chance to be a little tactful about this he would feel bad. Nonetheless, his lips trails down from hers down to her throat, stubble brushing against her skin as he presses a line of kisses down to her pulse point and flicks his tongue against her hot skin. "My darling, I've never craved anyone quite like this before," he growls, voice almost threatening as his hands slide back up to her waist and he pulls her body closer to him.
Merrick answers with desperate moans of her own, nearly ripping his jacket off of him herself if it saved milliseconds that could be spent kissing. She shivers as his hands touch her bare skin, his cool touch abating the flames trying to burst from her skin. Even as he pulls her in closer by the hips, she tries to rub against his arousal, anything that will help this fucking ache that threatened to consume her whole.
Their hands grab her thighs, and she doesn't waste a second jumping up and wrapping her legs and arms around him like vines, pressing her breasts against him. Fuck, he somehow made her cooler and even hotter at the same time, and she's clawing at his sweater as her lips kiss every bit of skin that she can. She moans deeply as they settle on top of her, gladly turning her head so they can have more space to cover with his soft lips. One hand winds in his hair as the other slips under his clothing, running up his abs and to his chest.
"Fuck, yes..." Merrick says over a groan, hitching her legs up over Daniel's hips. She shivers at the feel of his stubble and tongue, tugging his hair firmly. "Gods, I've wanted to... ahhh, to give myself to you since that night... mmm, fuck, please..." Burying her face in his neck, she kisses and scrapes her fangs along his skin, reaching down and trying to undo his pants desperately. This isn't how she imagined their first time together, but fuck it, they could make up for it later.
He outright growls at the feeling of Merrick's teeth scraping his neck, and his lips only part from her skin so that he can take off the sweater and toss it elsewhere, before diving back in and sucking a mark into the dip between her neck and her shoulder. "My creature, I'm yours, every piece of me," he moans against her, cold fingertips digging hard enough against her skin to leave bruises as he relishes in the feeling of her warmth against his lips and tongue. Even in his desperation to fuck Merrick until she can't see straight, Daniel's devotion to her is still more evident than ever before.
He grinds down against her slightly, gasping breathlessly at the feeling of at least slight relief to his desperate arousal, and gods, he'd nearly forgotten how good the attention to his cock felt. It had been decades since Daniel had been so ravenous, but something about seeing his beloved creature so desperate for his attention made him utterly insatiable. Daniel leaned forward to kiss down her chest, flicking his tongue against her nipple and fuck, he could've sworn he tasted the sweetness of her skin despite having the inability to taste at all. "Fuck, darling, I want to own you, I want to reduce you to nothing but a babbling mess on my cock and I want to relish in the feeling of you." They're almost delirious with lust, biting against Merrick's skin slightly as he moves one hand to pin her hips against the mattress and the other slipping down to softly tug at the waistband of her pants.
"I need to hear you ask for me to touch you, my creature, I won't lay even a single finger between your thighs until I know that this is really what you want," he explains breathlessly, watching with bated breath as he waited for his beloved's response. He meant it too, no matter how much he wanted to pump her full of his length and watch her eyes roll back into her skull, Daniel wouldn't even think about touching her arousal with his fingers without her express permission.
Merrick is gasping with him as he grinds against her, even through her jeans, it feels incredible. Her hips are twitching with the promise of what's to come. Both of her hands wind into his hair, grabbing firmly as he kisses down her chest, whimpering at the feeling of his tongue against her nipple. Arching her back to try and press overheated skin to him the best she could. Fuck, he sounded as desperate as she did, any cool composure and restraint long gone. She's never seen or heard him like this before, and she couldn't wait to hear and feel even more.
Moaning as he bites her, she stares up at him, crimson glowing and swirling in her eyes. "Yes, Amore, please... I need you, only you... fuck only you can give me what I need..." She's ready to lift her hips so Daniel can pull her pants off, but then he's waiting for explicit permission. Her heart swells with love and affection for him, even when she is throwing herself at him like a frenzied animal... he still waits. Panting for air, Merrick runs her hands along his chest until she's holding his face. "Daniel... caro mio, my heart... touch me, please. Claim me as yours. I need your marks on my skin, to be full of you... please."
A shiver shoots up his spine as Merrick's hands run along his chest, and oh, gods, the sound of her begging for his touch is enough to drive Daniel insane, almost tearing her pants off in his desperation to get his hand between her legs. "My creature, you're mine to please, mine to ravish, and nobody else is even allowed to imagine you like this," he rambles almost incoherently, tossing her pants aside and moaning wantonly at the sight of her dripping arousal. "Oh, my darling girl..."
His cold, calloused fingers run through Merrick's folds, collecting her arousal on his fingers and shuddering as if he was using his own cock to gather her slick. His fingers slowly circle Merrick's clit, black irises and lust-widened pupils watching her every move. He leans down and Daniel's soft lips return to her skin, tracing barely-there kisses along the skin of her collarbone before biting down and slipping two of their fingers into the entrance of Merrick's cunt with a low groan. Fuck, despite being practically soaked with arousal, she was so tight, and Daniel couldn't help but imagine how she would feel clenched around his cock.
His neglected arousal twitches in his slacks, but Daniel elects to ignore chasing his own pleasure for now. He wanted to focus on Merrick, to see what made her see stars, and he began to tenderly curl his fingers in a "come hither" motion in a surprisingly patient attempt to locate her sweet spot. "My beautiful creature, you're everything I could ever need and more," he praises softly, kissing up her neck and latching onto a patch of skin on her jawline to leave behind a dark hickey. "You feel wonderful around my fingers, it's everything I've ever desired..."
Between the way that Daniel practically rips her pants off and the absolutely delightful and possessive language they use, Merrick's entire body is quivering with desire by the time she's completely nude under him. Her nails scratch along his shoulders as she quickly nods, half delirious with lust already, staring up at him desperately. "Yes, I'm yours, amore... fuck-" She cuts herself off with a gasp as his fingers move through her folds, lips staying parted as her hips twitch ever so slightly. Once he's rubbing her clit, she's practically clawing at him, whimpering as her arousal finally gets some much needed attention but it wasn't enough. It was like tossing an ice cube into a bonfire, and she needed more. Thankfully, her beloved shows her mercy and she's crying out for him as their fingers sink into her aching cunt. The bite to her chest only makes everything more focused and sharp, and she's moaning in what can only be described as triumph.
"Ahh, Gods!" She moans out as her head tilts back further into the pillow, temporarily overwhelmed by him as he starts moving his fingers. Merrick moves her hips down against his hand, panting for air already. Even now, she can tell she's surprisingly close as she clenches down around him, but she can also tell that it still won't be enough to come apart on his fingers. Keeping her head back so he can kiss where he pleases, she whimpers and shivers as he brushes against a rather sensitive spot inside of her.
"Mmm... caro mio, fuck..." Her arms wrap around his shoulders as he leans in, needing to feel as much of his body against her heated skin as possible. "You feel divine... ahhh, s-so good to me, darling, yes..." Words are becoming difficult as her mind slips further into a haze, scraping her teeth roughly along his earlobe before whispering next to his ear. "I need you to... fucking ruin me, Daniel, please. Fill me until you can't anymore, fuck, I need you to..." Her sentence ends on a desperate and rushed whine, the words coming from somewhere deep and primal inside of her as her hips move faster.
"Oh, my darling creature, I know you're desperate for me," he responds teasingly, practically moaning his words with pleasure despite recieving no attention to his cock. Oh, her nails digging into his shoulders was delicious, and even though he could feel no pain, a small part of him wished he could feel the sting of her nails drawing blood from his skin. "But you take my fingers so well, and I want to make sure you're properly worked up for me. You can be patient, right? I know you can my love, you're doing so well." Maybe he was being a tad greedy, but Daniel wanted to drag this out for as long as he could, and they were a bit worried that he wouldn't last long inside of Merrick when she was already begging for him like this.
So for now, he would make sure his beloved creature could cum on his fingers, so he could watch her cry out in pleasure for as long as he was allowed to. Not only that, but Daniel was more than a slight sadist, and the thought of his most cherished darling crying out for him was immensely enticing. The fact that her hips were already rolling against his hand was more than satisfying to him, and they bit down into her skin again as his thumb started rubbing circles against her clit in tandem with the slow motions of his fingers.
His other cold hand moves to rub comforting circles on her thigh as they patiently move their hand, allowing Merrick free movements of her hips for now. She just looks so fucking ethereal underneath him, and Daniel would be willing to stay here for hours if it made her happy. He had waited so fucking long to pleasure her, and he would be damned if he even started to think about rushing this moment.
As if to accentuate his words, Merrick lets out a needy whine, arching her back as she keeps a tight hold on him. Whatever is happening to her right now is fighting against her need to submit to him. She wants to be good for her beloved, to let them use her however the fuck he pleased. But she also needs him to do more and now. Letting out a shuddering breath, she slides one of her hands up into his hair and tries to nod the best she can with her head shoved back into the pillow. "I... I'll try... for you, Sir..."
Then they're biting her again and fuck, she nearly screams as she pulls his hair, trying to push herself up against him to increase the pressure. The thought of Daniel biting her hard enough to draw blood makes her moan loudly as her cunt tightens around his fingers. "Oh cazzo, dei per favore non fermarti..." She mutters over a breath, the ache in her abdomen threatening to rip apart any second. He's still moving agonizingly slow, but it didn't matter as her hips stutter against his hand. It had been Gods know how long since she's even pleasured herself, and she's wanted this with Daniel for ages...
Resting her other hand near their neck, Merrick stares up at him with glowing crimson eyes, her brow furrowed in pleasure. "I... fuck, amore, I..." As he continues brushing against that spot inside of her, whatever she was trying to say leaves her mind as her release slams into her. She holds his gaze for as long as she can before it's too much, and her eyes roll back as she cries out for him. Clutching him tightly, her body shaking beneath him as she tries to keep moving her hips greedily against his hand.
As he works Merrick through her first orgasm of the night, Daniel could've sworn that he ascended to a reality beyond godhood, so proud to be the one pleasuring his beloved creature like this, but he wanted more. His teeth sink further into her flesh as she pulls his hair, still unable to feel that sting but aroused by the thought of it, and begins lapping at her skin with his tongue. "My darling creature, you're doing so perfectly for me, I want you to feel so good," he moans, cock straining almost uncomfortably against the purple fabric of his slacks as he slips his fingers out of Merrick and watches the remnants of her orgasm drip out of her cunt. If he could replay this moment over and over again for the rest of his life, they would do so without a second thought.
He runs his tongue over the fingers that were just pleasing her and groans wantonly at the taste, and his first instinct is to dip his head down between her thighs and lap at her desperate arousal until she cums again, but she seems desperate for a little something more— and quite frankly, Daniel was too. He presses a passionate kiss to Merrick's lips, using one arm to keep himself propped up above her as their other hand moves down to unbuckle his belt and shift his pants off his hips. "My perfect, beautiful Merrick, my beloved creature, I'm going to fuck you until we're both drowning in pleasure, I want to feel you come undone around me."
He's practically panting against her lips, as he pulls out of the kiss, kicking his pants and his boxers aside and freeing his cock from its confines and softly running their hand along the shaft. He was about seven inches in length, around average, but his cock was definitely thicker than most, enough to give Merrick a good stretch when he finally lost patience and started fucking her. Precum is slowly dripping from the tip of his cock, and he shivers quietly as he uses his thumb to softly spread it over his tip.
“Um—”
Clearing his throat, Oliver shifts on the bed, looking anywhere but at you; his favorite place seems to be the floor.
“I, uh- I heard that… others wear these kinds of things from time to time for their partners, and I wanted to try it as well. I’ve only now realized that perhaps… certain things might not be as flattering on me, but um—
Does it look alright, at least?”
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- @drowned-bitch
You Can Be The Boss — Lana Del Rey
I Wanna Be Yours — Artic Monkeys
Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? — Artic Monkeys
Yes To Heaven — Lana Del Rey
Apocalypse — Cigarettes After Sex
((ahem))
Today was terrifying, and not just because it was his first day of teaching since being transferred, but he had to go through the whole process of getting students to like him again. Oliver’s sure he prepared more activities than he needed, but he tells himself that it’s essential. Setting rules and expectations for the year had his mind being eaten away by a voice in his head that kept telling him to be stern, but not too stern. What does that even mean? Other than one or two unsavory comments towards the end of class, he’s relieved he managed to live through the class in general. The bell rings, and he stays behind to reorganize a few stray materials and put them back into their designated area. He just wished he had more time with the students, to have been able to get them more accustomed to his presence. God forbid he’ll end up only referred to as the british one.
His class had been late today, and before he could ask where they had been, he saw the paint on their hands, some on their clothes, a few of the students carrying drawings or sculptures. Art class. Figures. Oliver was just relieved to know the reason they were late wasn’t because they didn’t want to come for some reason. Watching the clock tick didn’t help his anticipation, but he let it slip for the time being. Would he really give himself a bad rap by pointing it out? He’d rather speak about it to the teacher responsible.
Slumping back in his chair once he’s sure he finished up everything, he looks down at his plan for tomorrow’s lesson resting on the table in front of him. Van Gogh, Da Vinci, Picasso… at least he’s sure he’ll have their attention if they all adore that sort of craftsmanship. Oliver slips off his coat and lets it hang over the chair behind him, listening to the last few footsteps of teachers and staff beginning their departure back home.
— @lost-soul-in-time
Daniel had been teaching at this high school for a long time. Almost eight years now? Sure, maybe they wasn't a long time for most teachers, but for an artist his age, any job lasting longer than a week or two was considered a long time. He got along well with his students, making sure to put the effort into helping each and every one of them succeed in his classroom, even if art wasn't something that initially caught their eye. He let the students vent to him and allowed them ask for extensions in his class, even going as far as to make excuses for them when they were caught wandering the halls instead of attending classes. He wanted them to get a better experience in high school than he did, after all, constantly getting into arguments with the teachers until eventually getting fed up with the screwed up educational system dropping out during his sophomore year. Obviously he'd ended up getting his GED, along with a degree in teaching, otherwise he wouldn't be here... but still, he wanted to help these students enjoy being kids for a little longer before they were forced into adulthood after graduating.
After the bell had rung and indicated that the classes were over, Daniel excitedly picked up a sculpture he'd made of an elk skull with a pair skeletal hands reaching out of its eye sockets, the clay painted with bright shades of red and orange, along with pocketing a lighter and a joint in the pocket of his long purple cardigan. Sure, bringing a joint to a new teacher might have been a little risky, but Daniel was pretty sure the principal had smelled the skunk-like smell plenty of times after walking by his classroom after class, it wasn't like he was actually at risk of losing his job for smoking weed here.
Besides, the little bit he'd heard about the new teacher from the students throughout the day, was that he was an obviously nervous tall man named Mr. Ahlborn. Maybe he could use a hit off the joint or two, just to ease his nerves. There was an official introduction for him at a board meeting about a week ago, but Daniel had honestly been too stoned to actually remember anything from that meeting... okay, maybe Daniel had a slight problem. He just figured that added to their quirky nature, however, so the artist likely wasn't going to try fixing it anytime soon.
He approached Ahlborn's classroom, knocking on the frame of the open door and peeking inside. "Hello, Mr. Ahlborn? My name is Daniel Rivers, I'm the arts teacher at the other end of the building... I heard from the beloved students that you'd started today, and I wanted to extend my welcome," he announces, words just as honeyed and dramatic as usual as he stepped into the classroom and examined Oliver. Woah, he really was tall, the students definitely weren't exaggerating... even sitting in the chair, it was obvious that the history teacher would tower over Daniel by at least half a foot once he stood up.
The sudden yet welcome sound of the knock along with a smooth, histrionic voice is enough to distract him from his whole busy piece of nothing in front of him, pushing away the papers to the side of the desk and instead turning in his chair to face him. Oliver gives an appreciative smile, glad to know that nothing too terrible had been gossiped or shared about him during their last class with Daniel, or that’s what he liked to think. He occasionally wonders how he’ll survive these next few years if their opinion of him was held to such high standards, although he’s learned to not let it occupy his mind every second of the day. “Thank you, truly. Only the students call me Mr. Ahlborn, however. You’re free to call me Oliver, or Noll — whichever’s easiest for you.”
Taking the time to look over him from where they stood, Daniel definitely exuded artistic energy. It’s not like they were dressed in anything too over the top, but given his grand-entrance-voice and the sculpture he held in his hands, Oliver wouldn’t have needed him to state his position in the school. It was actually nice to see a burst of color, given that some, if not all of the teachers here tended to wear lots of darker shades. Given, he was guilty of it as well, his only slight savior being his white dress shirt. This morning, he almost considered dressing down, but he had told himself it was crucial to make a good first impression, to present himself as professional. Now, he felt overdressed, with how the teacher in front of him was dressed in a long purple cardigan that still seemed to suit him.
Focusing on the unique piece still unmentioned by him, he gestures towards it, standing up to step closer to Daniel and get a better at the elk skull. “That’s quite a special piece you have there. Did you make this?” There was no way he could possibly find something like this on the market by any other artist, so he can only begin to give the credit to them for having the creativity to make something like this. Art had always been more of something his mother was interested in, but that didn’t mind he didn’t have eyes. He could appreciate something intricate when it was deserved.
Daniel's dark eyes slowly trailed over Oliver's body, and he couldn't help but grin slightly at how overdressed this guy was. Not that he minded the sight of a tall handsome man dressed like he was going to a law-firm or something, but it definitely wasn't the type of outfit that teachers should be wearing every day if they wanted teenage students to take them seriously. Sure, Daniel was occassionally called a homophobic slur for wearing his nearly stereotypical artist's attire, but most of the students respected him because he didn't look like a politician. The plain black t-shirt that Daniel wore underneath his violet cardigan was fitted and ironed, but it definitely wasn't anything fancy. "Noll, eh? Well, then you can call me Daniel... if you call me Danny, however, I'll send the theater students to curse you with endless repetitive recitals of the Hamilton musical," he joshed, proud grin widening slightly as he approached Oliver and gently set the sculpture on his desk.
"I'm glad you enjoy the piece, because I've sculpted it for you. It's a class-warming gift, my darling." They can't deny that the praise of his artwork didn't make his chest swell with pride, unable to keep the grateful look from his charcoal irises as he quietly examined Oliver's features. He was way too fucking handsome to be a teacher here, Daniel decided. This had to be some weird mushroom trip or something.
Speaking of which, Daniel nonchalantly pulled the joint and a lighter out of his pocket, offering the smaller end of it to Oliver and tilting his head. "Ah, do you smoke pot? Technically we're not supposed to, but since classes are finished for the day and there aren't any students in here, we won't get in trouble." They hope it doesn't feel like he's trying to pressure Oliver into smoking, simply attempting to be friendly in his own odd way.
“Sounds like my worst nightmare.” Oliver chuckles, amused by their comment and making a mental note to not go around testing his luck with Danny and facing the wrath that was the threatre kids. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate their interest in the historical aspects of the musical, but when you’ve heard the songs all throughout your career at the slight mention of a significant figure present in it, you grow to tiptoe around the subject. That also made him grateful for the fact that the Founding Fathers would remain a vague, if not at all mentioned subject this semester.
He appreciates the fact his eyes had been watching the elk skull sculpture instead of looking at Daniel when my darling flows so easily from his mouth, it’s almost passed as any other phrase. Taking the opportunity, Oliver moves to shift the skull somewhere he would approve to plant on his desk with a smile he hopes does well in taking away any attention from the subtle, darkening hue of red tinting his cheeks. He blames the warmth on the heat of the room even though it was relatively cool inside. “Thank you for the gift, Daniel. It’s lovely.” His hands pull away from the sculpture once he’s satisfied with its designated spot: right at the front of his desk, placed more towards the left in the direction of the door. The desk he was given didn’t have much of his own flare to it, since he’s had little time to find anything that at least looks nice. Their piece probably looked like a rarity in comparison to whatever he would’ve chosen.
Getting back to reality, Daniel’s rummaging gets his attention, glancing back at him and down at the joint. Normally, Oliver doesn’t smoke too much, at least not now that he’s taking care of Clara ad wouldn’t want the smell lingering around in sections of the house she frequented most in, or on him. However, he could pardon himself this once. After all, he needed something to help still his beating heart. “My first day and I’m already a rule breaker.” He halfheartedly mutters, “I might be a bit rusty. It’s been a fairly long time.” Two fingers move to take the joint in between them, leaning it up towards him a bit more as he leans down to it but never taking it away from them. Lips barely brush the smaller end of it, waiting for it to be lit. He doesn’t think he can look up at the distance closed between them, so instead he directs his attention towards the lighter in his other hand.
Daniel softly moves his hand to hold up Oliver's chin as he brings the lighter to the other end of the joint, holding the flame to the white rolling paper until he was satisfied with the way it burned and slowly moving away with a low, contented hum. When Oliver had leaned down like that to take a hit off the joint, it was hard not to imagine what the other man would look like if he was leaning down like that to take something else into his mouth. He reminded himself, however, that he'd just met this man and that fucking your coworkers was a very bad idea. Besides, the two of them were in a school, and even though they were both adults, the thought of doing something like that less than an hour after students had left the building was... weird. Daniel would have to be way less sober to even consider having sex in the school, regardless of how long it had been since classes ended for the day. "Well, you should be glad that it's me that you're breaking the rules with, my darling boy," he purred, smiling down at Oliver and tilting his head. "I'm quite used to this by now, and the the principal here has stopped caring about whether or not I'm sober as long as I get my work done."
Speaking of getting too high to make proper judgements, his dark eyes silently bore into Oliver as they watch him take the hit off the joint, hoping that the weed actually was good quality and that Daniel wasn't just a hopeless stoner with low standards for the drugs he was consuming. "How has the transfer over to our cute little highschool been so far? I'm sure it's not as classy as the schools you're used to, poor thing, but I hope it isn't all bad. The food here actually isn't as horrible as it is in most schools, at least— I think the cafeteria staff gets paid better than we do, in any case."
This was certainly not how he used to smoke. Oliver’s chin is held up in a way where he’s forced to look at Daniel the whole duration of lighting the candle which, granted, isn’t very long at all, but it feels just a moment too prolonged. Once it’s been lit, he steps back to lean against the desk with his hip pressed against it, inhaling the fumes and keeping both fingers on the joint in a light hold. His throat burns only marginally, and he blames that feeling on the fact that he coughs once towards the end of letting the smoke puff out of his mouth. Yes, it definitely didn’t have to do with the fact of being addressed in such a way (my darling boy) so casually without care. He wants to smack himself in the head for being a pervert and letting a few stray thoughts affect the way he presented himself, especially to the man who was being so kind as to bring him a welcoming gift and let him smoke from his joint. Clearing his throat dismissively as if that would take away his earlier thought process, he hums in acknowledgement to his comment.
“The students could be hell-sent and I would still find it better than London.” Oliver rasps, swallowing down the lingering sensation in his throat. “I don’t mean that to be offensive, of course. Mostly everyone here has been lovely as of late, students and staff alike. It actually feels like a school here instead of a— a business building… perhaps that’s why I had chosen to dress so needlessly neat today. Some unwanted habits manifest with time, I suppose.” Leaning down to take one more puff, it’s much easier to inhale this time, smoke patiently drifting out past his lips as he extends it back to Daniel for him to take.
Daniel's unable to keep the cocky grin off his face as he notices the slight falter in Oliver's demeanor once he uses that delightful nickname and oh, that beautiful sight was too satisfying to forget. He takes the joint enthusiastically and takes a long hit, exhaling slowly and watching Oliver contentedly. "Well, you'll soon realize that the only hell that exists in this school is the lack of proper air conditioning in the hotter months of the year," he teased, chuckling lowly as he watched the smoke curl into the air. This strain of weed was called sativa, it was a type that improved mood and energy along with providing that signature high that you could only get from falling in love or smoking pot... or orgasming. That worked too.
"Well, I certainly don't mind seeing a tall man in formal attire, it's a change from the lack of clothes that I usually see tall men in, but I'm sure you'll grow comfortable enough to dress more casually as time goes on. But I beg of you, don't dress as casually as the gym teacher does... not that I'd protest to seeing you in grey sweatpants, but there does have to be some professionalism while we're at the school." They wink and take another slow drag from the joint, clearing his throat softly as the smoke curled out from his lungs and smiling softly as the buzz began hitting his mind slightly.
He hands the joint back to Oliver, deciding to give the poor man a bit of mercy and letting him hold the damn thing himself, even if Daniel did enjoy the feeling of the other man's chin in his hand. Sure, Oliver was taller than him by a lot, but Daniel's body was also a little thicker than him with defined muscle, and the history teacher's jaw felt almost fragile under his calloused fingertips.
Oliver ignores the feeling that bubbles up in his chest when the joint is handed back to him, because what he felt most certainly wasn’t disappointment. He was grateful he did not have to lean down to take a hit when his turn was granted, that he didn’t have to have his chin held so carefully in what would otherwise be a strong, firm grip if the art teacher’s physique was anything to go by. Daniel’s hands were slightly rougher than his own, most likely from working with paint and other materials throughout the day and later having to scrub off whatever stuck to his skin. That didn’t mean the lasting effects were particularly unpleasant. Quite the contrary. He couldn’t help but want to trace the lines of their hands, feel out of the rest of the calloused skin, and an impulsive thought almost makes him ask what kind of situations the art teacher would find himself in where there’s a lack of clothing on certain men…
Purely out of curiosity, however. Nothing self-indulgent. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” Oliver speaks, and it feels like an automated answer his brain has used in situations where he finds himself momentarily distracted. Quickly taking another hit, it’s longer than his last one in an attempt to erase the image of Daniel winking cordially in his direction. Maybe this was a bad idea, since he doesn’t usually make the most coordinated, thought out decisions in these positions, especially with the light buzz that would certainly make him honestly run his mouth at any time.
“Have you been here long?” He asks, hoping to take away any attention his subtle reactions may have warranted. Being embarrassed on his first day wasn’t on his list of plans. Then again, meeting a particularly charming individual like them wasn’t part of it either, but he wouldn’t complain.
"Oh, I've been here for ages. Almost eight years now, if I remember correctly... it's a funny story, I actually dropped out of this very same high school when I was younger. I ended up coming back after a while to make sure I could assist the newer generations succeed in a way that I couldn't, and now I've come to enjoy my position here... but I digress. It's a boring story," he responded with a hum, far too stoned and interested in Oliver to want to focus on the boring details of their own life. Feeling rather daring suddenly, likely due to the existence of the devil's lettuce in his lungs, Daniel steps a bit closer to Oliver and carefully takes the joint from him, making direct eye contact with the other man as he takes a hit from the joint and exhales the smoke calmly.
"Have you been working in the education system for very long, my darling boy? I can't imagine that London is very similar at all to our little highschool here in America, especially since you compared it to working at a business as opposed to a school." He grinned, taking off his rounded sunglasses to reveal dark, almost black irises that looked up at the historian with playful intrigue. Speaking of which, it seemed as if his eyes wouldn't leave Oliver for even a mere second, constantly looking over his features and his body as if he was critiquing a painting or something.
Daniel casually sat on the corner of Oliver's desk, making sure to avoid sitting on any of his belongings. He picked up a black pen that had been resting on the taller man's desk, tracing over it with his fingers as he waited for a response and taking another long hit off the joint with their other hand. There was only about two hits available in the joint before it would be unusable, and Daniel wanted to save at least one of those for Noll, handing the joint over to the taller man and tapping on the pen contentedly.
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((Just some general warnings for the thread. These two lovelies are murderers that get off on torture and blood. And I'm VERY sure that this thread will get very NSFW later on, so you have been warned. >:) ))
Oh, Merrick wanted to feel Daniel's strong hands elsewhere. Everywhere. The same hands she focused on a little too much as they tortured the man that was now stuffed inside a duffel bag, instead caressing her body and bringing her unimaginable bliss. She can't contain the shiver that rolls down her spine as he picks up the bag. "You make it oh so difficult to behave, Daniel... I'll try my best."
Walking alongside him, her mind does begin to wander on other matters, though. Merrick couldn't continue staying at her place now that Violet knew where she lived. Taking this time to gather what she can and abandon it was the smart thing to do, but... would Daniel allow her to live with him? It seemed silly to worry about, given how clearly devoted they were to each other, but she didn't want to assume anything. It was his space, after all.
She's brought out of her thoughts as they toss the bag into the pile, gazing down at it with a satisfied smile and a glint in her eye. "I couldn't have said it better myself, amore. Certainly a fitting end for such a vile thing." Mostly, she's happy to be rid of it so they could get on with their evening. Turning to face him properly, Merrick reaches for his hand and interfaces their fingers, her smile turning to one of utmost love and devotion before they start walking back to the car. "From here, my house is basically on the way to yours. Just one more quick stop, and we can turn in for the night." As if they would be doing any sleeping. He probably didn't need to, and Merrick could now go a week or so on only a few hours of sleep.
Oh, if only Merrick knew what Daniel really wanted to do with those hands; he wanted to caress her face, grasp her hips, tangle his fingers in her dark hair, slip a hand between her thighs... he truly wanted to shower her in his devotion and his love, anything he could do to prove just how much he longed for Merrick's touch. He craved every part of her body, inside and out. And even though he could no longer taste, he knew that the feeling of her skin under his lips would surely ignite sparks on his tastebuds and revive his ability to taste the salt of her sweat on his tongue. His hands squeeze her own as she intertwines their fingers, and Daniel can't stop the chuckle from escaping his lips.
"One more stop, then you and I will be able to indulge..." he murmurs, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "...in rest, if it so pleases you, but my body no longer requires rest. Unless you're feeling particularly tired, I had some other plans in mind." Their cold hand slips around Merrick's waist, pulling her closer as the scratchy stubble on his jaw ghosts along her skin. "But that decision, my creature, is completely up to you."
He leans away and chuckles, pressing his fingertips a little harder into her waist to leave the lingering feeling of his touch even as he pulls away to open the car door for her. "Of course, you'll have to guide me to your home— I don't believe I've ever been there before, at least not to my memory. However, the last few times we've seen one another, I've been far too focused on you to bother paying attention to unimportant things such as location."
Merrick moves her face closer to Daniel, always drawn to him like a moth to flame. The cold breath that fans her face makes her shiver, but not due to the temperature, and she can't hold back the soft whimper that escapes her. The feeling of his stubble against her soft skin is absolutely delightful, and all she can do is imagine how it would feel on her inner thighs, leaving a slight burn as his mouth explores where she needs them the most. Her other hand has to actually grab a fistful of his sweater to help keep her upright.
Shit. She's about to say fuck it and have Daniel take them straight home so she can start ripping clothes off, but... unfortunately, she had to be sensible about this. Depending on how fast Violet heals, Merrick may not get another chance to gather items from her home. At the very least, she needed to get into her stash of money and credit cards so she can buy new clothing and anything else she needs.
"I only need a few hours of sleep a week, darling. Unless..." She turns to face him at the door, her hand trailing along his hip, even going so far as to slip her fingertips just under his sweater and touch bare skin. It back fires a little as she bites her lip. "...these other plans of yours end up being rather strenuous. Then, I may require more." She smiles sweetly up at him as she pulls her hand back, the one holding his squeezing gently. "And no, I never had the chance to have you over. It's... it's in a state of disarray currently. Just to warn you. But I'll only need a few minutes to grab essentials." Standing on tip toe, she quickly kisses his cheek and slips into the passenger seat.
Gods, he craved Merrick's touch in the same way an addict craved nicotine or alcohol, fearing that he would experience those same withdrawal symptoms if she dissappeared a second time. It took everything in them to keep from bending Merrick over and ravaging her like a wild animal, taking a deep breath and staring at her in the same way that a pack of wolves would look at a lone deer in the forest. He lets out a pleased hum at the feeling of her warm fingers against his cold skin, about to lean in for a deep kiss before she pecks him on the cheek and gets into the car. "My creature, you utterly torment me with your teasing," he groans, a smile playing at his lips as he shuts the door and gets into the driver's seat. After buckling his seatbelt and closing his eyes for a brief moment, Daniel opens his charcoal eyes again and looks over at Merrick contentedly.
If he had it his way, Daniel would just take her straight home and let her take her pick from his own clothing instead of bothering to stop at her place... but one, most of his clothes were probably a bit too big for her and two, he understood the importance of having belongings that you could call your own in times like these. Besides... he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't cut off the clothes she was currently wearing with one of his knives when the two of them got home, so it was a good idea to allow her to pick up some replacements ahead of time.
They're unable to keep from licking his lips as he stares at Merrick, that hungry look remaining in his dark irises even as he turns to look out of the front window instead. "I won't mind the mess darling, I promise. I can almost one-hundred percent assure you that the state of your home is not what I'll be focusing my attention on while we're there."
Merrick smiles as she sits down, utterly satisfied with herself when she hears him groan... even if the sound of it makes her thighs squeeze together. Then, once Daniel is in the car, her eyes are on them intensely. Why would she bother looking at anything else when her entire reason for existing was a mere foot or so away? Even as his eyes are closed, she watches him, wondering what was going on inside his head. Wondering in what ways he imagines them being tangled together...
Then he's looking at her with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, licking his lips like he's mere seconds from devouring her anyway. This time, she has to let out a huff of air to keep from outright moaning, shifting in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left. Anything to try and contain the throbbing between her legs. She finds herself wondering what his reaction would be if she decided to just slip her hand down and-
Merrick tears her gaze away after he does, her foot bouncing impatiently and involuntarily. She almost crosses her arms in her lap, but she keeps one hand near him if he wants to hold it once again, and she would try not to grip too tightly. "I... I know, my heart. I do appreciate that. And I'll try not to be so distracting while we are there. I'm positively dying to get to our final destination..." There was little exaggeration there. Every moment they weren't pressed together was torture.
His freshly trimmed fingernails dug into the leather of the steering wheel, almost failing to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his chesy before catching it with a clearing of his throat last-minute. "Then we best make it quick, hm? I hope you can somehow manage to remember the directions to your home without getting too distracted, my creature," he says calmly instead, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into the inside pocket of his suit. Black eyes narrow at the road ahead as he pulls out of the parking lot and waits patiently for the directions to Merrick's house.
Still, despite his cool demeanor, it was becoming rather difficult to ignore the blood rushing further south to his poorly neglected arousal, trying to pretend that every little jostle of the car from the bumps on the road weren't making it harder— pun intended— to keep from pulling the car over and just fucking her breathless on the side of the road. It had been ages since he'd been able to relieve this kind of tension, even longer since he'd actually felt the need to relieve that tension. In his cold and lonely afterlife, no matter how many people he met, or killed, or interacted with... he hadn't felt an attraction like this towards any of them, not until Merrick. Not only had she thawed his frozen heart, she'd awakened a flame that burned only for her.
Their chilly hand slipped towards her own, intertwining his fingers with Merrick's and squeezing lightly. Oh, how he longed to touch the rest of her... to squeeze her hips under his soft hands, to trace his fingertips over her stomach and waist and thighs, to grip her hair in his hands, to hold and mark and ravish her skin with his nails, fingertips, teeth, lips, tongue as he pleased... Daniel bit his tongue, hoping to keep those thoughts at bay until later, so that he could focus on driving instead.
"Yes... of course, darling." Merrick answers, and even words were becoming more difficult as she stared at him again. Daniel speaks of not being distracted, and then he goes and takes off his sunglasses. The nerve, honestly. Now she's transfixed on his beautiful eyes, wanting nothing more than to straddle his lap and look into them deeply as he moves her up and down on his-
Ah. Directions. Right.
Merrick can't recall ever feeling this... needy before. In her previous life, she only ever had sex a handful of times for stress relief, having been focused entirely on her career. And since coming back, it has been zero times. She had a broken heart and the inability to trust anyone to help her fix it. Even having sex simply for release didn't appeal to her anymore. And then... Daniel swept her off her feet.
Now, being reunited again, all those feelings she had before being taken from them have rushed back in full force. She nearly felt sick with it, feverish, like she was going through withdrawals from a drug she was already addicted to before even having it. Heat and cold alike usually didn't affect her, but right now, she was nearly panting from how warm she felt. Making the contrast of Daniel's cooler hand holding hers even greater. But, she manages to give the directions and within ten minutes, they arrive at her house.
It's small and ordinary, at least compared to Daniel's beautiful home. One story, lilac paint and cream trim. She lets out a sigh of relief when she sees that at least the front door is still attached. "Here we are... home sweet home..." Merrick says quietly, almost hesitantly as she squeezes Daniel's hand before slipping out of the car. She wanted to get this over with for a few different reasons.
Daniel follows closely behind Merrick, reaching a hand in his jacket pocket to touch the handle of the knife safely tucked away in there. A small part of their mind was concerned that Violet may be hiding in there, waiting around any corner to hurt his beloved creature, but he was mainly focused on allowing Merrick to gather what she needed from the house so they could get to his place and finally allow themselves to indulge without needing worrying about things such as the police finding a corpse right next to them, or a vengeful demon chasing after the two of them. "A beautiful home, my creature... you truly have a taste for visual aesthetics," he purrs, charcoal eyes scanning over the exterior of the house with a pleased hum. Sure, he was biased in that he wanted nothing more than to lay Merrick across his dining room table and bury his face between her thighs, but he really did mean the compliment.
His free hand slips around her body to rest on her waist, the touch surprisingly not meant to tease, just to allow himself the pleasure of holding her close. "You know... if you plan on staying with me for more than just the night, I wouldn't mind some assistance in redecorating my home. The furnishings haven't been updated in quite a long time, and I would enjoy a more feminine touch around the house."
The corner of their lips curl into a small smile as he looks down at Merrick, his gaze still just as lustful as before but somehow softened with adoration. Oh, how he missed her... the two of them had been through so much between now and the time that they'd parted, but he still felt the same amount of devotion to his darling creature, the light of his afterlife.
With each step along the stone pathway leading to the door, Merrick was ready to start peeling clothes off... for two reasons. One, the perfect specimen of a man that was walking behind her, oh so close and too far away at the same time somehow. And two, she was so hot. It prickled along every inch of her skin, seeming to radiate from between her legs. A thin sheen of sweat broke out along her back as she tried to catch her breath. Something felt... wrong somehow. This couldn't be normal arousal, right? It almost hurt.
His voice breaks her out of her thoughts, and she has to stifle a moan. Fuck, it was like she could feel him no matter where he was, a cool presence she wanted to get lost in. "Ah... thank you, amore. I... I had more plans for the space, but n-now... I don't know." It was the truth, but even if she had extended plans on house decorating, she couldn't care less about what they were right now.
Merrick realizes she doesn't have keys, and she lifts a hand and tries to concentrate on unlocking the deadbolt on the other side with telekinesis. But all she can concentrate on is how loud her heartbeat is in her ears and-fuck he's touching her. It's an innocent touch on her waist, but she whimpers, almost sounding wounded. Even over her shirt, his hand was delightfully cold against her overheated body. It's even harder to listen to him, but she catches the gist and nods. If she wasn't so consumed by him and whatever this was, she would further register how happy it made her. He wanted her to stay longer.
"I... yes, that... I would be honored to... to help..." She stares up at him, and her eyes... unknown to her, they were glowing brighter than they ever have. The crimson further bled into the amethyst as she stared at him hungrily, but there was hesitancy and fear of not knowing what's going on. "Ah... D-Daniel, I... something is off..."
The spirit is somehow unaware that Merrick is being affected by anything further than typical arousal, assuming that the flush spreading over her face and the sharp increase in her body temperature was just normal for her. Daniel's fingertips press a little harder into her skin, trying to keep himself from outright moaning and fucking Merrick right here on the front porch. She's so desperate for him and he hasn't done anything more than a little teasing and a quick kiss on the lips. It made them wonder how quickly he could turn her into a babbling mess once he actually slipped his hands between her thighs and— fuck, he really had no shame when it came to her, did he?
Even so, the very moment that Merrick expresses that something is wrong, Daniel pulls his hand away from her waist and furrows his eyebrows with concern. "Oh? What's wrong, my creature?" he asks, voice gentle even as he absentmindedly gripped the handle of the knife in case he needed to defend his darling. "Is that wretch here? Do you sense them?" The thought of that demon even trying to get near Merrick made his blood boil.
As much as Daniel is able to hold back his sounds, Merrick is quite the opposite. As his fingertips press harder against her, a moan escapes past her lips as if he pushed it out himself. But then all too soon, he's letting go and it almost hurts, an ache of loss that threatens to make her fold in on herself. Fuck, what was going on? "It's... no, they're not here... I d-don't feel right..." Slamming her palm against the door, there's a flash of purple energy as the deadbolt turns, and she's quickly opening the door and pulling him inside.
As pristine as the outside of the house is, the inside shows clear signs of a struggle. Broken pictures and paintings on the floor, broken coffee table in the living room. The dining table looks like it was shoved against the counters as the chairs lay on their sides. Kitchen cabinets are open and clear of their contents like they had been flung around, shattered glass and porcelain on the floor. "Be... be careful, darling..." It's the only warning she can muster because fuck she can't take it anymore.
"I... Gods, why is it so fucking hot..." She practically growls, her mind consumed with only trying to cool down. Well, that and fucking Daniel's brains out, but she was honestly worried about hurting him at this point, spirit or not. As she stalks toward the master bedroom, crunching debris under her boots, she's pulling her tank top over her head, partially tearing the fabric in half as she throws it aside. Leaving her upper half bare and glistening as she makes it to the doorway. Maybe a cold shower would help? "I... fuck... what is this...?"
The sound of Merrick's moan shoots straight down to Daniel's arousal, his cock twitching inside his slacks with interest. He barely has time to process that before Merrick is pulling him inside and the bottom of his shoe is pressing against the familiar feeling of broken glass. "Merrick, my creature, are you a—" He doesn't even have a moment to finish his sentence before she's going towards what he can only assume is the bedroom, taking off her tank top and oh.
Unceremoniously, Daniel's dark eyes become fixated on her chest, pupils dilating slightly at the mesmerizing sight, and despite how hard he tries to look away it's damn near impossible to ignore how perfect her body looked without her top on. It made him yearn to see every inch of her body exposed to him, once his beloved creature gave him full permission to touch her body as he pleased. "I... my creature..." Fuck, he really wanted to wait until the two of them got home, subconsciously digging his fingernails into his own palms to keep them from reaching up and grabbing. "Merrick, my darling, what has overtaken your senses? I don't mind the top, or rather, the lack of one, but this is most unlike you."
They finally pry their black eyes away from her tits, looking up to Merrick's eyes, and fuck that almost makes it worse. The crimson that normally ringed her irises had started bleeding into the violet, making her look nearly animalistic in nature and all Daniel wanted to do right now was see those pretty eyes roll back into Merrick's head while he stretched her open on his cock. He steps closer, tilting his head at her slightly and mentally cursing at himself for his sudden lack of restraint.
Merrick can't take another step into the bedroom, leaning back against the door frame as she pants for air. She already had heightened senses, but now it was like everything was turned up past the maximum and were focused entirely on him. His deep, velvet smooth voice with the slightest bit of strain. The coolness of his presence was like a balm against her overheated skin as he got closer. And fuck, he's never smelled better than he did right now. Merrick could swear her mouth was watering, and it wasn't the only part of her that was dripping wet.
She watches as he stares at her chest, whimpering and clutching the door frame behind her until she can hear wood begin to splinter. "I... I don't know, I'm... fuck, I'm burning up and everything is so much, I... I..." Merrick trails off as he approaches, utterly suffocating in his entire presence as she stares up at him desperately. Licking her lips, she nods her head inside the bedroom. "I... w-was going to try and take a cold shower, but... I don't know if that will... help..."
She looks down at herself, noticing that she's rubbing her thighs together, but it's not enough. It was on the verge of being painful, and she's not sure what to do. But she does know what she needs as she looks up at Daniel once again. "Daniel... please..." She says over a whimper, and she can't hold it back anymore. Grabbing the lapel of his jacket, she pulls him down to claim his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, something like a growl rumbling in her chest.
As she grabs the lapel of his jacket and pulls him in for a desperate kiss, Daniel's hands immediately slide up to her bare waist, pulling her impossibly closer and moaning gently into her mouth as his lips brush against hers. "My creature, you need not beg for something that already belongs to you," he breathes, pulling away only briefly to take off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly aside before reconnecting their lips passionately. He has no idea what's gotten into her, only that Merrick needs him and they are desperate to please.
He leans down slightly and pulls her hips closer, pressing against her and suddenly wrapping her legs around him as he grips onto her thighs and picks her up. Daniel had been planning on waiting until the two of them got home, but when she looked at him like he was her last meal on death row, he couldn't resist. He brings her over to the bed, laying her down against the mattress and crawling on top of her. Sure, he wanted desperately to please her, but if Daniel didn't get the chance to be a little tactful about this he would feel bad. Nonetheless, his lips trails down from hers down to her throat, stubble brushing against her skin as he presses a line of kisses down to her pulse point and flicks his tongue against her hot skin. "My darling, I've never craved anyone quite like this before," he growls, voice almost threatening as his hands slide back up to her waist and he pulls her body closer to him.
Merrick answers with desperate moans of her own, nearly ripping his jacket off of him herself if it saved milliseconds that could be spent kissing. She shivers as his hands touch her bare skin, his cool touch abating the flames trying to burst from her skin. Even as he pulls her in closer by the hips, she tries to rub against his arousal, anything that will help this fucking ache that threatened to consume her whole.
Their hands grab her thighs, and she doesn't waste a second jumping up and wrapping her legs and arms around him like vines, pressing her breasts against him. Fuck, he somehow made her cooler and even hotter at the same time, and she's clawing at his sweater as her lips kiss every bit of skin that she can. She moans deeply as they settle on top of her, gladly turning her head so they can have more space to cover with his soft lips. One hand winds in his hair as the other slips under his clothing, running up his abs and to his chest.
"Fuck, yes..." Merrick says over a groan, hitching her legs up over Daniel's hips. She shivers at the feel of his stubble and tongue, tugging his hair firmly. "Gods, I've wanted to... ahhh, to give myself to you since that night... mmm, fuck, please..." Burying her face in his neck, she kisses and scrapes her fangs along his skin, reaching down and trying to undo his pants desperately. This isn't how she imagined their first time together, but fuck it, they could make up for it later.
He outright growls at the feeling of Merrick's teeth scraping his neck, and his lips only part from her skin so that he can take off the sweater and toss it elsewhere, before diving back in and sucking a mark into the dip between her neck and her shoulder. "My creature, I'm yours, every piece of me," he moans against her, cold fingertips digging hard enough against her skin to leave bruises as he relishes in the feeling of her warmth against his lips and tongue. Even in his desperation to fuck Merrick until she can't see straight, Daniel's devotion to her is still more evident than ever before.
He grinds down against her slightly, gasping breathlessly at the feeling of at least slight relief to his desperate arousal, and gods, he'd nearly forgotten how good the attention to his cock felt. It had been decades since Daniel had been so ravenous, but something about seeing his beloved creature so desperate for his attention made him utterly insatiable. Daniel leaned forward to kiss down her chest, flicking his tongue against her nipple and fuck, he could've sworn he tasted the sweetness of her skin despite having the inability to taste at all. "Fuck, darling, I want to own you, I want to reduce you to nothing but a babbling mess on my cock and I want to relish in the feeling of you." They're almost delirious with lust, biting against Merrick's skin slightly as he moves one hand to pin her hips against the mattress and the other slipping down to softly tug at the waistband of her pants.
"I need to hear you ask for me to touch you, my creature, I won't lay even a single finger between your thighs until I know that this is really what you want," he explains breathlessly, watching with bated breath as he waited for his beloved's response. He meant it too, no matter how much he wanted to pump her full of his length and watch her eyes roll back into her skull, Daniel wouldn't even think about touching her arousal with his fingers without her express permission.
Merrick is gasping with him as he grinds against her, even through her jeans, it feels incredible. Her hips are twitching with the promise of what's to come. Both of her hands wind into his hair, grabbing firmly as he kisses down her chest, whimpering at the feeling of his tongue against her nipple. Arching her back to try and press overheated skin to him the best she could. Fuck, he sounded as desperate as she did, any cool composure and restraint long gone. She's never seen or heard him like this before, and she couldn't wait to hear and feel even more.
Moaning as he bites her, she stares up at him, crimson glowing and swirling in her eyes. "Yes, Amore, please... I need you, only you... fuck only you can give me what I need..." She's ready to lift her hips so Daniel can pull her pants off, but then he's waiting for explicit permission. Her heart swells with love and affection for him, even when she is throwing herself at him like a frenzied animal... he still waits. Panting for air, Merrick runs her hands along his chest until she's holding his face. "Daniel... caro mio, my heart... touch me, please. Claim me as yours. I need your marks on my skin, to be full of you... please."
A shiver shoots up his spine as Merrick's hands run along his chest, and oh, gods, the sound of her begging for his touch is enough to drive Daniel insane, almost tearing her pants off in his desperation to get his hand between her legs. "My creature, you're mine to please, mine to ravish, and nobody else is even allowed to imagine you like this," he rambles almost incoherently, tossing her pants aside and moaning wantonly at the sight of her dripping arousal. "Oh, my darling girl..."
His cold, calloused fingers run through Merrick's folds, collecting her arousal on his fingers and shuddering as if he was using his own cock to gather her slick. His fingers slowly circle Merrick's clit, black irises and lust-widened pupils watching her every move. He leans down and Daniel's soft lips return to her skin, tracing barely-there kisses along the skin of her collarbone before biting down and slipping two of their fingers into the entrance of Merrick's cunt with a low groan. Fuck, despite being practically soaked with arousal, she was so tight, and Daniel couldn't help but imagine how she would feel clenched around his cock.
His neglected arousal twitches in his slacks, but Daniel elects to ignore chasing his own pleasure for now. He wanted to focus on Merrick, to see what made her see stars, and he began to tenderly curl his fingers in a "come hither" motion in a surprisingly patient attempt to locate her sweet spot. "My beautiful creature, you're everything I could ever need and more," he praises softly, kissing up her neck and latching onto a patch of skin on her jawline to leave behind a dark hickey. "You feel wonderful around my fingers, it's everything I've ever desired..."
Between the way that Daniel practically rips her pants off and the absolutely delightful and possessive language they use, Merrick's entire body is quivering with desire by the time she's completely nude under him. Her nails scratch along his shoulders as she quickly nods, half delirious with lust already, staring up at him desperately. "Yes, I'm yours, amore... fuck-" She cuts herself off with a gasp as his fingers move through her folds, lips staying parted as her hips twitch ever so slightly. Once he's rubbing her clit, she's practically clawing at him, whimpering as her arousal finally gets some much needed attention but it wasn't enough. It was like tossing an ice cube into a bonfire, and she needed more. Thankfully, her beloved shows her mercy and she's crying out for him as their fingers sink into her aching cunt. The bite to her chest only makes everything more focused and sharp, and she's moaning in what can only be described as triumph.
"Ahh, Gods!" She moans out as her head tilts back further into the pillow, temporarily overwhelmed by him as he starts moving his fingers. Merrick moves her hips down against his hand, panting for air already. Even now, she can tell she's surprisingly close as she clenches down around him, but she can also tell that it still won't be enough to come apart on his fingers. Keeping her head back so he can kiss where he pleases, she whimpers and shivers as he brushes against a rather sensitive spot inside of her.
"Mmm... caro mio, fuck..." Her arms wrap around his shoulders as he leans in, needing to feel as much of his body against her heated skin as possible. "You feel divine... ahhh, s-so good to me, darling, yes..." Words are becoming difficult as her mind slips further into a haze, scraping her teeth roughly along his earlobe before whispering next to his ear. "I need you to... fucking ruin me, Daniel, please. Fill me until you can't anymore, fuck, I need you to..." Her sentence ends on a desperate and rushed whine, the words coming from somewhere deep and primal inside of her as her hips move faster.
"Oh, my darling creature, I know you're desperate for me," he responds teasingly, practically moaning his words with pleasure despite recieving no attention to his cock. Oh, her nails digging into his shoulders was delicious, and even though he could feel no pain, a small part of him wished he could feel the sting of her nails drawing blood from his skin. "But you take my fingers so well, and I want to make sure you're properly worked up for me. You can be patient, right? I know you can my love, you're doing so well." Maybe he was being a tad greedy, but Daniel wanted to drag this out for as long as he could, and they were a bit worried that he wouldn't last long inside of Merrick when she was already begging for him like this.
So for now, he would make sure his beloved creature could cum on his fingers, so he could watch her cry out in pleasure for as long as he was allowed to. Not only that, but Daniel was more than a slight sadist, and the thought of his most cherished darling crying out for him was immensely enticing. The fact that her hips were already rolling against his hand was more than satisfying to him, and they bit down into her skin again as his thumb started rubbing circles against her clit in tandem with the slow motions of his fingers.
His other cold hand moves to rub comforting circles on her thigh as they patiently move their hand, allowing Merrick free movements of her hips for now. She just looks so fucking ethereal underneath him, and Daniel would be willing to stay here for hours if it made her happy. He had waited so fucking long to pleasure her, and he would be damned if he even started to think about rushing this moment.
🍑 NSFW EMOJI SCENARIOS
tw // nsfw
i did a version of this ages and ages ago on an old resource blog and desperately wanted to remake it. add + or just ( REVERSE ) on any of these to switch sender and receiver. if you can’t see the emojis send the word instead.
❤️ ( HEART ) - sender and receiver enjoy an intimate valentine’s day
😬 ( GRIMACE ) - sender is giving receiver head beneath a desk when someone unexpectedly walks in and receiver is forced to keep a straight face while the person talks to them
🏢 ( BUILDING ) - sender and receiver are exploring an abandoned space together when they decide to stop for a little fun in one of the rooms
🎉 ( PARTY ) - sender and receiver are at a party, both wanting a moment alone but all the bedrooms are taken and so they resort to using a very cramped closet
🤔 ( THINKING ) - receiver is looking for any means to distract sender from their work to get them to come to bed and resorts to teasing them
😡 ( MAD ) - sender and receiver are fighting when suddenly the angry tension turns to sexual tension and receiver pulls sender in for a kiss
🥶 ( COLD ) - its freezing and the heat is out but there’s always other ways for sender and receiver to keep warm
😏 ( SMIRK ) - sender pulled receiver into lap to be affectionate but they quickly become distracted and start teasing receiver
🙄 ( EYEROLL ) - receiver is having sender meet their toxic family for the first time and after storming out with sender in tow, receiver blows off steam with sender in the car a few blocks down the road
💤 ( ZZZ ) - sender tries to wake receiver up but when nothing else works, they decide to go down on them in hopes of making them stir
🥪 ( SANDWICH ) - receiver was just trying to drop sender off some lunch at work but after seeing them in a particularly arousing position, receiver pulls sender into their office for a quickie
👐 ( HANDS ) - sender was just trying to help receiver with their sore back by offering a massage but after receiver starts making particularly enticing noises, they can’t help but tease them
🛋️ ( COUCH ) - receiver invited sender over after a long day and what was originally supposed to be a movie watching session has turned out into a very heated makeout on the couch
🚪 ( DOOR ) - sender watched someone hit on receiver and to cope with the jealousy, pins them againts the door when they get home to kiss them but things quickly become heated
🚙 ( CAR ) - as opposed to attending the party that receiver was invited to, they have sex with their plus one ( sender ) in the limo
✈️ ( AIRPLANE ) - sender and receiver’s plane hits turbulence that causes receiver’s anxiety to act up so sender does their best to ‘distract’ receiver
🚶 ( WALK ) - sender and receiver were trying to enjoy a hiking trail but after getting to a particularly beautiful view, they get distracted by one another
