║▌║▌║ 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.