║▌║▌║ 𝐈ς𝓨 ║▌║▌ ║

Mary Geoise does not hold space for lovers.

There are gods and worshipers. Masters and slaves.

You wonder what that makes your relationship with Figarland Shamrock.

You know it is a relationship, because he takes off his gloves before he touches you.

His breath fans down your neck, and your arch into him, willing to swallow the questions until the perfect day, hour, moment arrives to ask what sort of thread he’s used to stitch your heart to him. To ask if his heart is pierced, too.

Anything that could be mistaken as a sign of rank falls to the floor. He disassembles your façade with each layer he removes, and he guides your hands to the trappings of his uniform like you haven’t learned the buckles and ties long ago.

Mary Geoise is a bright city, at least for those who walk above, but you only meet in the dark. Curtains drawn. Candles snuffed. No servants to hear. It’s a mercy or cruelty, but you can’t decide which, and you wonder, when he spreads you on the bed, if the sin is yours or his to hide.

You never made yourself a prize to conquer. He claimed you anyway, sharing the taste of an evening’s wine in quiet corridors. Vintages explored through the lingering taste on his tongue.

He moves over you on the bed, filling the dim, closed room with a glint of fire-red you stroke back from his eyes. Fingers brush over your core, and you lurch, pressing chest to chest. He’s built for war. You are not. It’s impossible to forget he’s a weapon in body and mind, but there’s a rare soul beneath, and he is your secret as much as you are his.

His eyes haven’t warmed yet. They’re still cold. Assessing. A Commander’s gaze. But his frown has softened into the one he only shares with you.

Smiles startle him, and he suffers them rarely.

“Be here,” he murmurs. His fingers sink deep, and you cling to his hair as begins the careful work of destroying you. “You are with me.”

Lips return to your neck, and he presses his order into your flesh. “Don’t wander.”

Your cheek presses to his as your breathing loses its steady pace, and you force your fist to loosen in order to stroke his head as you confirm.

“I am here. I am with you.”

The wary edge hasn’t had time to wear down, and the immediate, answering affection makes him snarl. So, he silences your words with a brutal pace and a wicked thumb.

All melts into heat and moans.

He doesn’t pull away to watch your face as you begin to flutter and clench around his fingers. Your pleasure is something to feel, to lick off your neck with the sweat.

He never told he’s afraid, but you wonder if he’s concerned how he’d react if the same eyes that admired blood, violence, and domination saw how looked when you broke.

There are a few words you never dare say in the heat of the moment.

You imagine he has a list of his own.

You crest the peak with a cry, and his yanks his hand away so he can bury himself in you before the fall.

“Sh-Shamrock.”

He grinds as far as your walls will stretch. The growl in your ear sounds like beast in pain. Not victory. He doesn’t stop to let you rest, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to move.

He’s relentless. Never careless. You only bled the first time you shared a bed, and he’d honored that be ensuring it never happened again.

His face stays pressed against your shoulder as one hand takes your hip, forcing a better angle that pushes you into pleasure-hazed tears. Your legs pull tighter, and he answers in kind.

Unspoken threats lurk at the edge of his bliss.

The desire to claim. Own.

Any truth beyond that is perilous.

Your mind frays, and you trust him entirely with your body as you embrace his chaos.

Order and discipline fade. He kisses you with his eyes closed, gasping at his own freedom as he drags you both into freefall.

Then he jerks away, and you blink up into nothing as his teeth find your collarbone. He bites. Hard.

Surrounded by him, filled by him, held by him, there’s nothing to be done as he marks you.

Brands you.

That’s what it is.

An unspoken claim.

A memory inflicted on skin.

He rolls over, pulling you to rest over his chest, and his bare hands stroke alone your back. Down your ribs. Finally, you peer up through your lashes and make eye contact again.

You can’t see the bruise he’s left, neither can he in this position, but you feel it, and there is no sign of regret in his eyes, even though he’s finally shed that last bit of armor for the night.

You ought to call him out. Ask what he’d been thinking. Tell him to never do such a thing again. At the same time, you wonder if he would choose to listen, and how dangerous it might be if he decided he didn’t need to.

His heart beat steadies under your ear, and his fingers trace your face as he whispers your name.

Your eyes slip closed.

It must not happen again, but you’re happy.

And hell, he devoured you whole. Every thick inch buried in your tight little pussy, and it didn't help that you were such a responsive little thing.

He thought it was endearing how every little touch made you whimper or let your skin flush. But how could it not?

He was that tall vampire gentlemen who certainly is the most powerful vampire in the world, and he chose you, of all people, he chose the modest, innocent little mouse that always brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, when she was nervous.

Turned out you were nervous around him, but for other reasons than he thought before.

And now having you like this? How delicate you just were to him.

Such a wet pussy that greeted his thick shaft, making him groan just so delightful in your ear, when he entered.

He tried to be gentle with you, for the fact that he knew he had been your first. And Alucard never took that gift of your purity lightly, cherishing and worshiping every inch of your body. 

When he pushed down on your back, and felt him sink even deeper, so his heavy balls brushed your clit, you hissed in pleasure, your face in the blanket beneath you. Struggling to open up for him, although he was so deep inside you. But this position made you feel more vurnable, as you tried to breathe through the fact that he had you at his mercy, trying to stay nice and open for him. But Alucard was not cruel, not to you. He had entered you slowly, and before that he had got you all nice and wet for him.

"And now you have just all of me inside you, such a good girl." he murmured, before he continued to thrust inside you.

And he struggled to keep control, struggled to not just take you to his liking now, giving you time to feel him, time to adjust. But you felt so deliciously tight around him.

"Alucard..." you whimpered, a moan escaping your lips after that.

You were barely able to speak with how girthy he was, but it felt good.

Slowly but surely it builds up, easing your muscles, and just then he picked up the pace.

Black silky raven hair hung in strands over his face as his crimson eyes observed your perfect body.

The way your ass bounced against his pelvis every time he thrusts inside you. The way your skin were yielding under his touch. 

 And the way you smelled, you smelled divine, your blood, your very essence, your sweet, sweet nectar of arousal between your thighs. No matter what it was, it had him whipped, with adoration and satisfaction. So utterly his, so willingly to open up for him. Getting your pussy fucked so delicious.

"Alucard, f-faster." you finally managed to choke out a word, god it was cute. A breathless moan coming out of your parted lips, and you heard him chuckle. A deep vibrating sound, making your pussy clench around him in response.

"Darling, where are your manners you always try to keep up? Ask nicely." he said, his one hand traveled down your spine back to your ass cheek, before giving it a good squeeze that made you hitch. He wanted to lure it out of you. Being a naughty little thing, wanting to corrupt you.

"Please." you pouted in frustration, slowly trying to fuck yourself just a little back into him, a nice try, but just a try before he pulled a little back, leaving you wanting.

Alucard, liked when you were brought out of your comfort zone, you wanted his dick? You wanted him to go faster? You would need so communicated it directly, not matter how much he knew you needed it. So patient with his girl.

"I fear you need to recall your plea a little more direct, tell me exactly what you want from me, my sweet." his voice rich and dark, making you feel weak, making you feel like a dark mist was settling in your mind, your pussy throbbing. As you then tried to support yourself on your hands when you tried to look just a little bit over your shoulder. You struggled to say it, and he loved it...

"Please, take me faster. I want it so bad, please, Sir." you begged, and your sweet voice like a ringing in his ear, making him pause indeed for a moment. Leaning over you. 

Still his cock seated inside your wet heat, pulsing with need and fluttered around him. And you called him Sir, you always did that before you two were even a thing. You were always such so polite, never forgot your manners, until now.

So innocent, but when he looked at you, the way your eyes watched him, so lewd suddenly, your pretty lips parting with a gasp. His chiseled, strong chest pressed against your back as he leaned over. The other cold hand of him coming to brush a strand of hair tenderly out of your face.

"So innocent, and yet begging so filthy for a cock inside you." he stated with a smirk, making you blush. "But I give you what you want, little one. You deserve it either way." he added, kissing your temple before he would just give you the meanest thrust ever.

And when he picked up his speed, oh it had you moaning, you couldn't keep it in any longer. His dick always hit that spongy part inside you, making you shudder.

You were just so lost, eyes rolling back as you were simply a little mess, your juices flowing out of you, because it was such so good, the way he fucked you, so good it had you drooling.

"So, oh...sooo good." you gave from you, hands grabbing the sheets tighter and your cheek pressed against the soft fabric, until you noticed how a hand of him wrapped around your neck.

Grabbing your tender throat, he had feasted before. Smearing the last leaking remnants from his bite marks over your skin, pulling on your neck, making you lift your head.

Free hand settled on the place where thigh and hip were meeting, fingers digging into your soft flesh.   

Alucard leaned over, his breath so hot against your ear, choking you oh, so gently with such a little amount of strength he had inside him. Such a fragile thing you were, but you looked so alluring, all helpless and wanting underneath him. Giving him everything so willingly.

His raven hair tickled your cheek, feeling how his nose brushed against your face.

"You feel so divine wrapped around me, like as if you would be a sin personified." he whispered, before you heard a deep growl.

He didn't slow down, of course not, not when he had you literally crossed eyed and your cunt drooling down his cock.

"You have such a sinful cunt, don't you, my dear." he cooed, as if he would tell you how much he loved you, but in truth he was rearranged your insides. And these cute little 'oh's' you let out, these pants of short breath.

How your breath hitched when his balls hit your puffy clit, you couldn't help yourself now, just moving into him, wanting to please him, as you always wanted.

So lovely, and so alluring. Alone your blood, it tasted like a rich, sweet wine to him, he would want to get drunk on it. But the way your wet pussy was grabbing him now? He couldn't decide what was even better.

Alone, the way he sounded so calm but spoke so dirty.

"Answer, little one. Want to hear your sweet voice." he urged you loving. It amused him to a certain degree, to hear you trying to speak in complete sentences, although your pussy was stuffed full of him.  

 And since he pounded you into oblivion, you couldn't even think about how embarrassing it might be for you.

"I am only sinful for you." you replied with that pretty moan that followed, when you felt how that one prominent vein dragged along your inner walls.

"Oh indeed you are, no wonder you tempt me always like this. Your smell, the way you look, the way you care about me, your taste. All of you were made to..." he started speaking before he gave you a particular deep stroke, making your body now jolt.

"...to fucking tempt me." he added then, before his hand let go of your throat. It was like the wolf devoured the innocent lamb.

"Oh god...ohhh." you whimpered with that long and deep thrust, feeling that knot inside you. The hot feeling of butterflies in your tummy when he was doing that.

"God can't hear you when you are with me, little one. Not that you would need a god, when you have me." he snickered, and you earned another deep stroke. Both hands now on your hips.

And then, then he started to pound into your cute, little cunt, having your keen and babble about how much you loved him.

Alucards head fell back, just feeling you now, so hot and warm, and yet your pussy so tender and grabbing him like a vice.

"So perfect..." he groaned, his own cock pulsing with the need of release, your pussy way too good, than to stop.

"So pure and sweet..." he added, when he heard your cute little confessions all over again, like it would be a hymn just existing for him, that only can be sang from you.

And you felt the need to cum, grew so strong you couldn't even hold it anymore.

"Gonna....gonna cum." you let out, and he gave a sharp smack on your ass, leaving a red printed mark on it, stroking over the spot with his cold hand to soothe it, and this had you tumbling over the edge. Pussy milking him, for everything you wanted him to give you, for every sweet, salty drop of his white, pearly cum. 

Tongue lolling out as you arched your back even deeper and wanting to have him cum so, so deep inside you.

The way you pushed your pussy against his dick, the way you squeezed him just so perfectly. Alucards fingers dug into your soft skin, holding you tight in the spot. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you before he shoots, loads and loads of thick cum inside you. Muscles tensing and flexing. A sexy moan when he came left his lips, his fangs peaking out, you made him always just so hungry, no matter what you give him.

"You did so great, my love. You took me so well." he praised you, with a strained voice, fighting the urge to just keep thrusting. Not wanting to overwhelm his sweet mouse.

After a moment of basking in the afterglow, he pulled out, watching how some drops of cum trickled down your pussy lips and thighs. His thumb coming up just to smear it over your still sensitive parts. He liked this cute little shudder.

Then he wrapped his two arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace, no matter how dirty he would fuck you, he would want you to know he adored you. You were the queen of his heart, and Alucard never would be a man to hide this fact from you when it was utterly true.

After you caught your breath, you were finally able to speak. Usually you were a clever, young lady, always knowing what to say and what not. But when it was the moment he sunk his dick inside you? You were lucky, when you would be able to remember your name.

"This was...quiet likeable. I mean, I thought it would be a little too much, but when are we having the next round?" you asked, shy but adorable with the curiosity in your eyes. The old vampire chuckled, and a smile tugged on his lips.

The day could not have been more exhausting, you had to work late because your boss didn't have more staff, it left you exhausted, very tired but you were finally able to get out of that hell, the bad thing is that it is very dark and cold at night, the London streets are eerily silent tonight.

"Scared dear?" He says a loud voice to which you scream and turn around throwing your bag towards the person behind you, the man catches the bag quickly "is this for me?" He laughs. "Ah! Alucard! You scared me, don't do that again!" You approach him and take his bag from him, "my sincere apologies, my master" you shudder at the dominant alias, Alucard is a vampire who had proclaimed himself as your servant months ago, you think he is crazy and you have certainly realized that he is, you were not a dominant person, much less someone of authority, you honestly don't know why he says you are his Mistress and you haven't asked him anyway. From the little you know about him is that he is a very strong, self-centered and prankster Vampire, you have even seen him in action a couple of times.

Alucard laughs at your ramblings while you both head to your apartment, even though the walk was long neither of them spoke much, as always Alucard only followed you because according to him it is to "protect you from danger" that you appreciated but you also don't want to abuse his goodness.

You enter your apartment and Alucard follows you by closing the door behind him "I must say that your area is very cozy Mistress" he takes off his hat and glasses before sitting on the sofa that he himself has claimed as "his", you Without giving it much importance go to your room and changes your clothes into more comfortable ones, minutes later You returns with the vampire "...I'm going to cook chicken and French fries, do you want?" You ask the vampire "No, dear human, I'm not a big fan of fried food." You thought for a moment whether to offer him a salad since he was a vampire, but he didn't seem to hate human food either, after all, he's eaten with you a few times, well, when you cook for him. .

You got down to work while the vampire just watched you as always, at first you were afraid of this monster, his energy was and is a little sinister, but over time you began to appreciate his company, he saved you a few times from some malefactors even, their presence still bothers you a little but you put up with it, Alucard has made it clear to you many times that he has no intention of harming you, that he is your servant and is here to obey your orders, whatever you ask of him. He's weird, you think.

In your rambling you get distracted and accidentally cut the skin on your hand, a sharp pain runs through you, thick blood falls from your hand to your elbow, you quickly turn off the stove "Ugh!" You groan in pain as you head towards the dishwasher to wash your wound.

The vampire, with his developed sense of smell, perceived a sweet and tempting aroma in the air, a fragrance that was familiar and irresistible at the same time. It was your smell of blood, a signal to his thirsty nature. However, there was something different about this smell, a subtle but unmistakable touch of sweetness, as if he belonged to a human being with a unique and exquisite blood. Alucard quickly stopped you, he appeared in front of you with a smile from ear to ear "Let me help you with that My Dear Mistress, it will be a pleasure to clean and heal your wound" you got a little scared, you were dripping blood with an extremely violent vampire, danger!

Alucard sensed your fear and quickly calmed you down or at least he tried to. "I won't bite you, I promise, you don't have to be scared, sweet human, I won't hurt you unless you give me those orders," he says with a deep but soft voice at the same time. While the vampire convinces you, he takes you to the couch and sits you on top of his legs. You are embarrassed but you still give in. You raise your hand to let the blood drip into your Vampire's mouth. Alucard opens his mouth, big as a beast, his fangs sharp, each one pointed, he sticks out his long, fat tongue, he is eager, salivating even before you will agree to feed him.

A heavy drop of blood falls on the vampire's tongue, his pupils dilate and his gaze becomes intense, the beautiful beast grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, his tongue was cold, the sensation of the wet and heavy tongue of Alucard slightly relieves your pain, he tastes your entire hand and your fingers, from top to bottom from one side to the other, his tongue moves gently enjoying the taste of your blood, he simply knows that he has never tasted a taste as sweet as it. Yours, it's the first time he's tasted your blood, he knew you were as tasty as he imagined.

Shadow hands appear around you to caress you, his hands are everywhere! On your abdomen, legs and thighs! How disrespectful!

You get embarrassed and try to take his hand away but he is stronger, his grip is firm on his food.

Alucard's hands caress you gently, kneading your skin over your clothes, he wants to taste everything about you.

once he finishes his meal, his eyes are fixed on you, his irises a bright red color, he smiles at you softly but with a dominant expression, he lets out a deep laugh as he brings you even closer to him "my mistress... You are a virgin..." He says with a deep voice, you move your hands away and put it to your chest, your cheeks turn red because of Alucard's words, did he know it just by tasting your blood? What does it have to do with you being a virgin? What a dirty pervert!

"So what...?"

He just laughs, he knew you were shy but you were also sweet and kind, always gentle and ready for anything, he couldn't believe that a little thing as pretty as you was still a virgin, he couldn't believe that even though you was so beautiful, so tasty, no one has corrupted you, well...it's not like any human can properly teach you what carnal pleasures are.

He purred, the taste and your aroma were overwhelming, his Master is as tasty as she looks.

"Mmm...wouldn't you like to feel what sexual pleasure is like, little human?" He doesn't care if you were a virgin or not but now? Oh...he wanted to corrupt you in every way possible, the smell of your embarrassment and excitement from the dirty talk invaded the vampire's senses.

You felt your panties stick to your lips because of the humidity "..." You remained silent, is this how this creature addresses his master? Did you know that he was insolent, what good is he proclaiming himself your servant if he doesn't respect you as such? Your eyebrows knit together in an expression of anger and embarrassment. He laughs at your reaction.

"My master..." he says with a suggestive voice, almost like a whisper, "it's been a long time since I gave myself to a Human," you don't respond. "You know that I am all yours, your servant, I am here to please your needs, to please you my beloved master..." Again he begins to purr. Your heart beats hard as you feel the hardness in the Vampire's crotch.

He was a burlesque and a pervert but he knew how to seduce a woman, using dirty words but at the same time being a gentleman.

He has never given himself this way to a master, not even his previous masters, but you? How could you be so delicious? So cute? He was willing to please you if you wanted, he just waited for you to say the words.

"You...you are not my servant Alucard" you get up from the couch "And I don't want...I don't want to do that..."

Alucard sighs disappointed but accepts "even if you don't want to be my mistress, I want you to know that I am here if you need to satisfy your needs, dear," he smiles.

"Please forgive my insolence, no matter how much I want you, I have to earn your affection and I will do it appropriately" he rises to his height and bends down again to kiss your hand in an act of chivalry.

His gaze moved over you. Face. Throat. Hands. The robe tied at your waist. The bare line of your collarbone where the silk had slipped.

He stepped inside and shut the door.

No greeting.

You swallowed. “Did Elbaf—”

“Do not ask me about Elbaf.”

Your mouth closed.

He stopped close enough that you had to tilt your chin to look at him.

“Who was here?”

“The servants,” you said. “No one else.”

His eyes stayed on yours.

“No visitors?”

“No.”

“No summons?”

“One invitation. I declined it.”

“From whom?”

You told him.

His mouth did not change, but something in the room sharpened.

You lowered your eyes. “I did not think you would want me there without you.”

A pause.

Then his gloved hand touched your chin and lifted your face back to his.

“You thought correctly.”

The praise was small.

It still warmed you.

He looked at you as if checking whether anyone had dared alter what belonged to him.

You should have hated it.

You did not.

His hold on your chin eased, and you saw his shoulders lower slightly.

You lifted one hand slowly and touched his wrist first, then slid over the back of his gloved hand.

“You came back to me,” you said.

His gaze dropped to your fingers. For a moment, he said nothing.

Then he removed the glove.

He let it fall onto the table beside you and touched your face again with his bare hand.

You leaned into it before you could stop yourself.

His eyes darkened.

“Did you miss me?”

Heat rose in your cheeks. “Yes.”

His thumb dragged slowly over your lower lip.

Then he bent and kissed you.

The first touch was controlled. Firm. A claim made without haste. His mouth pressed over yours, and his hand held your neck while his other hauled you closer.

You went willingly.

That pleased him.

Your hands slid up his chest, then around his shoulders. His cloak moved beneath your fingers. You pushed it down, and he allowed it to fall behind him without looking away from you.

He kissed you harder and walked you backward until your legs met the bed.

You sat.

He followed, one knee pressing into the mattress, his hand still at your neck, his body looming over yours.

You looked up at him, breathless.

“My lord,” you whispered.

“No.”

Your lips parted.

“Not tonight.”

Your pulse jumped under his hand.

“Shamrock,” you corrected softly.

That was what he wanted.

He kissed you again and pushed you back onto the sheets. Your robe losened beneath his hand, the silk slipping from one shoulder.

His hand moved over your side.

“I missed you,” he said against your mouth.

The words were rough. Almost unwilling.

Then his lips moved to your jaw, your throat, your shoulder. For the first time since he had entered the room, he sounded less like a commander.

Your hands slid into his hair.

“I’m here,” you whispered.

The tension in him broke another fraction. His forehead lowered briefly to your shoulder, his mouth hot against your skin.

You turned your face toward his hair and pressed a kiss there.

He lifted his head.

His eyes were darker now. Less cold.

Still Shamrock.

But warmer beneath your hands.

His mouth took yours with more hunger, less restraint. You answered eagerly, fingers tightening in his hair as he settled over you and kissed you like he had come home to take back what was his.

One glove was pulled on. The other was caught between his teeth as he tightened a strap at his wrist.

You pushed yourself up on one elbow. “You are leaving,” you said, voice rough with sleep.

His eyes moved over your face, your bare shoulder where the sheet had slipped. “I was trying not to wake you.”

“You failed.”

A faint breath left him. Not quite a laugh.

He leaned over to pick up the clasp from the bedside table, but you caught his sleeve before he could pull away. Your fingers closed in the dark fabric.

Shamrock looked down at your hand.

Then he set the clasp back down and dropped the glove into his lap.

The bed sank under his knee, his hand slid behind your neck and his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was hard at first, too quick, like he had meant to take only one and leave. But you pulled him closer by the front of his uniform, and something in him gave.

His gloved hand rested on the bed beside your hip. His other hand pushed into your hair as he tilted your head back and kissed you deeper.

You shifted onto your knees beneath the sheet. He followed you down before you could rise fully, his body bending over yours, cloak falling forward to brush your arm.

Your fingers found the buckle at his collar. He caught your wrist, pinned it lightly to his chest, then kissed the inside of your palm.

“Don’t,” he said against your skin.

“Don’t what?”

His mouth moved to your wrist. “Make me late.”

You tugged him down again.

He came willingly.

This kiss was slower. Messier. His knee pressed between yours on the mattress, his hand firm at your waist, pulling you close.

He broke away, breathing hard. He pressed his forehead to yours.

“I have to go.”

You nodded once, but your fingers stayed in his collar.

Shamrock kissed you again, shorter this time. Then your brow. Then your mouth once more, like he hated leaving it.

At the door, he finally fastened his cloak.

He looked back.

“Be here when I return.”

You pulled the sheet tighter around you.

“As you wish, Commander.”