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Still playing around with what forms Vlad can turn into...

Vladimirs mouth plays on the as pale skin, he can feel his pulse like a drum pounding in his chest. The slightest amount of blood moving under his skin, shifting his veins with eat beat of his heart causes a tremble of excitement to curl up his back. He pauses just for a moment, a hinge of guilt as he feels the scarring of Robins neck against his mouth. Parting himself just briefly to look in the mirror to see his love. Framed in gold, white hair tossed and eyes watching him expectantly from his reflection. The need on his face, his voice bagging for him to continue. It causes the lord to hum to himself.

“Don’t speak of yourself in such a way.” He whispers, peppering his neck with kisses. “You are the delight of my world, to hear you speak so lowly of yourself brings pain to my still heart. To know such a thing can exist for me – I must cherish your presence as if your removal will be the death of me.” Another kiss, hands tracing down the mages form, feeling every curve under the flowing gown. He can see his darkness enveloping Robin, his own wicked form like tentacles and claws surrounding his love like a prey animal. Instincts begging for him to consume Robin as if he were the last meal he would ever eat. But he resists , his nose burying itself into the crook of his neck, kissing softly again as he purrs gently.

“Oh darling, such a forward response. What would my husband say ?” theres a wicked grin playing on his pale features as clawed fingers tickle the edge of a chin. “Speak like that again, my docile little doctor will find ways to make you wish death were the mercy you’d recieve. But the thought of him killing so slowly almost makes my spine tingle with anticipation.”