#copia requests

The brisk air sends chills down your spine as you snuggle up in your oversized sweatshirt. Your mind is far away, so much so that you’re not paying too much attention to where in the park you’ve wandered off to. It isn’t until you start to get the feeling of being watched that you’re brought back to reality, finding yourself in the far, dark corner of the park. The sound of the wind through the trees distracts you for a moment, and then you hear it: a deep, throaty snarl ripping through the quiet night air.

You don’t know what else to do other than run, a fear striking through you that you haven’t felt since you were a child. Grass and leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you race back to where you came. A hand grabs you by the arm, the grip impossibly tight and it brings you to a halt.

“Why are you running, dolcezza?” His voice is smooth and has a heavy Italian accent. You turn to look at him and you’re immediately struck by his sharp, white eye. He is wearing a cape, a bat clasp keeping it in place over his shoulders and his brown hair looks a bit wild.

“I… I heard something. Growling.” You manage to say between heavy breaths but your eyes fall to his grip on your arm. Danger is ringing in your ears and you start to feel like there is something not right with his man. The more you look at him, the more his features change to appear more pointed - his eyes, his eyes… his teeth. You swallow thickly once you notice blood on his check. “Y-you…”

Before you’re able to say anything more he has you pinned against a nearby tree and his hand is clamped over your mouth to muffle your scream. He presses his lips against your ear and draws in a deep inhale through his nose, a low moan spilling from his lips.

“You are lucky that I’ve already been sated.” His hot breath fills your ear and he pushes in closer to you, his body firm against yours. “Ohhh… but you smell so delicious.” He groans into you, his breath shaking as he pressed his nose against your neck. You try to push away him but he is far too strong for you, his gloved hand so tight on your face that all sounds are swallowed by it. His lips brush your neck and heat spreads along your skin. There’s a small moment of silence before he sinks his fangs into you.

The pain is blinding. Your vision starts to blur and a scream rips from your throat, the taste of his leather gloves filling your mouth. Your entire body feels like it is on fire, growing to a point that you’re sure you are about to burst into flames. And then, the pain is suddenly gone, replaced by comfortable warmth and numbness. His hand drops from your mouth and you give a shattered exhale. You have no urge to scream even though your brain is telling you to. His tongue laps at the wound on your neck, breathy moans and huffs coming from him as he grips at your waist.

“I need your help.” He whispers as he pulls away from your neck, his mismatched eyes gazing into yours. You want to run or to at least tell him no but you can’t bring yourself to speak. He leans in and brushes his pointed nose against yours. The warmth within your spreads and your cheeks grow rosy. “Be a good girl for me, dolcezza.” He murmurs against your lips and you can feel the tickle of his mustache. His tongue licks along your lip, the salty taste of blood starting to seep into your mouth. You are only able to give a small whimper before he forces his tongue into your mouth.

It’s then that you feel an ache between your legs as he kisses you. It’s desperate and demanding, the taste of your own blood coating your mouth while he grips your chin, forcing your mouth open even wider. All thought has left your mind. All that matters is him and what he wants. You don’t fight anymore. Your body melts against his, your hands drifting up his chest and feeling the soft velvet of his cape. It’s like you can’t control yourself anymore — it’s like he has taken over every corner of your being.

“There is a body not far from here.” He whispers and his voice echoes in your mind, to the point that it’s all you can hear. “I need your help moving it, dolcezza. Will you help me?” You nod slowly. His lips curl into a blood-stained smile. “Atta girl.” He grabs you by the arm again and starts to lead you back toward the dark corner of the park. You allow him to pull you and you feel like you are merely along for the ride at this point.

A little further past the spot you had turned back from is where the body is laid out in the middle of the path. It’s completely unrecognizable with blood completely covering him and his face mangled. It would make you scream normally, in fact, you are screaming in your head but on the outside it’s like it doesn’t phase you. He lets go of your arm slowly, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he motions to the body.

“Grab him by the arms.” The suaveness of his voice has gone and is replaced with a deep, commanding growl. You don’t hesitate, reaching for the man’s arms and lifts them as the stranger grips his feet. Blood spills from his neck and head all over you, but you’re too focused on following your orders despite how uncomfortable it feels and how badly it smells. The two of you make quick work of moving him, dumping him into some nearby bushes.

Blood clings to your gray hoodie and is smeared all along your face. You look at him with bright eyes, waiting for his next order. His lips twitch into a wide smile, blood still dripping from the sides of his mouth from when he bit you. He circles you, his cape blowing in the evening breeze before settling behind you. His hands fall to your hips, tracing lazy circles along the outside of your thighs, further staining your sweatpants.

“You’ve done so well for me, dolcezza.” He hums, his nose lightly brushing against your ear. “You’ve helped me out of a tight spot, si. Perhaps I owe you a bit of thanks.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and slips one of his hands to your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants. You give a soft yelp and try to push back against him. He shushes you, his lips pressing against your neck. “Do not worry. He won’t find out.” He presses soft, wet kisses to your neck that lights a fire in your abdomen.

All of your worries wash away as his hand dips into your pants. The feeling of his leather glove against your bare skin makes your breath catch in your throat. He cups your sex and presses his palm firmly against your clit, your eyes fluttering and your back arching against him as he moves his palm in slow circles. You can’t hold back a moan, your hands moving to clutch at his arms while your hips rock against his hand.

“You haven’t gotten attention like this in a long while, have you, dolcezza?” He tsks as he presses his palm firmer to your clit. You can’t bring yourself to speak, the building pleasure is all that matters now. It’s like he’s closed you off to the world, causing you not to care that you’re out in public or that you don’t even know his name as he continues on with his intimate touches. His fingers dip lower and run along your wet entrance, humming in approval before he easily slips two fingers inside.

“God!” You moan, your chest heaving and your legs trembling. His fingers dip in and out of you, then eventually he curls them inside with each dip, massaging that deep, sweet spot. He chuckles against your neck, playfully nipping at it. Your body is burning now from the overwhelming sensation and you suck in a sharp breath as your head tilts back against his chest. You close your eyes and part your lips, a steady stream of breathy moans flowing from them as you let go, your hips rolling against each of his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby…” He growls before nibbling on your earlobe, rolling it between one of his sharp fangs. Your toes curl in your shoes and a sharp cry rips from your throat as shockwaves grip your body, coming hard against his fingers. You slump against him, his arms loosely holding you up as you catch your breath. Silence falls over the two of you and you lean your head back to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t want to go back.” His voice is light and it sounds like he is sad for you. Emotion swells in your chest, tears forming in your eyes. How does he know what you’re going through? “You don’t have to go back.” He tugs you against his chest and wraps his arms securely around you, tucking you underneath his cape. You feel safe and warm snuggled against him, like you never want to leave his side.

“You don’t ever have to go back.” His voice drops to a low growl, his mouth hovering just over your neck. He sinks his teeth in again, this time deeper than before. The familiar warmth overtakes you and you lean into it, closing your eyes as his arms tighten around you to the point that you can hardly breathe. You welcome the feeling and you press into him further while he drinks from you with deep gulps and soft, pleased moans.