#corvennite

Eeryone had warned you about Violet, they said she was dangerous and not someone to mess around. So full of violence in her blood, fierce and angry all the time. That’s what they said. You didn’t believe it not for a single moment, maybe a part of you gave the chance of the doubt just in case but now it didn’t look like you were confused about anything other than moan her name like a prayer.

“you’re so pretty like this, do ya know that?” her voice was rough, fingers dipping on your hips as she made you grind her thigh.

On the back of her car after one of her fights, you just had come to watch, to kill a bit of your curiosity but what you didn’t count on was being hit on by her. Violet knew you from the corridors, how shy you seemed every time she passed by you, how you stole glances here and there trying to not call much attention but putting all the focus on yourself and your not-so-subtle interest on her. She knew it all, her brain was sharp but her ego was higher.

“hmm, that’s it baby, grind it…” she whispered against your neck skin, her tongue licked it towards the earlobe as she breathed out against it.

“mhmph— stop teasing me!”

“you’re just so sweet, I can’t help it.”

And she really couldn’t, her eyes scanned your expression as you gridded against her thigh, the muscles tensing up so it could make it harder for you. Her hands wrapped around your waist, the right one coming to your neck and jaw as she caressed the skin. Violet could spend all day and night looking at your squinted eyes, the way your lips parted a little bit and how your head fell down, hair covering a bit of your face. Gods, you were such a treat for her. Her fingers wrapped around your throat and she yanked your head back, looking into your eyes as her hand rested against your hips grabbing it tighter.

“that’s it… you like it, huh? being fucked by an illegal fighter who could just rip you to pieces” her giggle was a menace.

Your eyes rolled up to your skull feeling her hands, her fingers pushing against your pulse almost not letting the breath flow. Vi propped her body up, laying you down the leather backseat and placing her knee in between your thighs, her face closer to yours as she tapped your cheek, hand coming up from your hips to your face.

“open it.”

“wha–“

“open. it.”

Her voice was steady, demanding it as she squeezed your throat even more. Lips parting as you looked up into her eyes, she smirked and gathered saliva inside her mouth, spitting against your tongue and slipping her thumb inside, feeling the hot muscle of your tongue and forcing a bit down your throat before pulling out. God, she was so dirty.

“good,” kiss “fucking,” kiss “girl.”

“vi…”

“hmm, what is it baby?” her lips trailed down your cheeks, kissing the skin until she gave a small smooch on your lips

“I need you, please.”

“yeah? you’re too needy, hm? so sweet.”

She founded it funny how whiny you got with her, even before touching you while kissing or when she was staring into your eyes. It was only a matter of minutes until you turned into putty in her hands. Her hand let go of your neck, a soft gasp muttered out of your lips, she leaned closer and started to trail your neck with soft kisses, her tongue making sure to do its job against your sensitive spots, sucking it in and leaving some bite marks. Her hands reached down to your skirt, trailing up under your thighs and caressing the inner part of it, she could feel you shiver. Violet stared into your eyes, her lips were working restless against your collarbones, and the conjuncture of your neck.

You felt yourself trembling against her touch, the way her fingers felt caressing your legs was a torture. Tracing down against your groin, her caress was like a shadow over the lacy panties you wore, a smirk appeared on her lips. Her blue eyes locked down, she chuckled briefly and bit her inner cheek.

“that’s all for me? so thoughtful of you.” she enjoyed the view, tongue passing against her lips.

Violet didn’t waste much time, you could see a bit of her new bandage on the lower waist due to one of her recent fights as she shifted a bit her knees on the seat, it looked quite ugly but you didn’t pry. She pulled your panties to the side, hissing a bit and enjoying the view, feeling her calloused fingers you whined and glanced down. She looked up, taking in your reaction as she caressed slowly.

“sensitive? it’s pretty wet, i’ll have to be careful to not drown.”

“a-ahn, don’t tease, Vi…”

“i’m not teasing baby, I’m just checking my girl, can’t I?

Of course she could, she could do anything to you and you wouldn’t mutter a word to complain. Her thumb caressed your clit softly, she held out your thigh with her other hand, spreading further to the side. She was mesmerized by the way your folds glistened, how your arousal was increasing by each one of her touches. Violet could spend all day there.

Her body leaned closer to yours, hand once on your thigh coming to caress your face, neck and then collarbone. The girl’s mouth descended, she hovered over your neck and breathed in your scent before she gave it a bite, her finger pushed inside at the same time making your squirm and tightening around her fingers. She hummed, her tongue licking the marked up part as she was gentle enough to give it a kiss!

“shh, it’s fine baby, it’s okay.” her eyes looked at the mark, she made sure to kiss all around before tracing her tongue lower.

You couldn’t mutter a proper word, her finger was going slow inside your cunt, making sure to curl it so she could reach a good spot. Vi didn’t waste any time, another one in as she tried to distract you from the sting, feeling fingers against her arm she looked up, showering your neck and up to your jawline with kisses. Her eyes locked in yours, she smiled and you could see the lip scar stretched for brief seconds.

“oh my— V-Vi…”

“hmm, i’m here.”

“just, fuck, right there.” she curled a bit more, hitting a good spot now that she was deeper, making your back arch.

Your eyes squinted shut, feeling her thick digits inside and how well they worked. Breathe quicker, chest up and down — still partially covered by your blouse, not bothering much since the needs were too much. Her thumb caressed your clit, she made sure to speed up the peace, hitting it deeper as her hand got back down again so she could hold your hip firmly. Violet leaned closer, looking down at you as she nipped on your lower lip, brushing her tongue against it before pulling you to a sloppy nasty kiss. The saliva was mixing together, she held you tighter with a bruising grip.

“I’m gonna— i’m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck!”

Her eyes grew wilder it seemed, pupils dilated even more, she groaned against your mouth and her hand left your hip coming back to chock you. She saw the way your eyes rolled, how you moaned in a breathy way, thighs trying to squeeze together and hips buckling involuntarily.

Fuck, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“hmm… you good, girl, you good.”

It took a moment for her to take out her fingers, she waited for you to ride it out using her palm to grind. Her lips curved into a small smirk, once they were gone of your insides, she licked them and hummed in satisfaction. Her hands reached to undo her jacket, throwing on the front seat, your eyes looked up and it seemed like was a fever dream. Violet caressed your thighs and reached it up to open the rest of your blouse, you looked up at her a bit confused.

“what you’re doing?”

Vampire Violet who was recently turned into, who can’t even use her fangs properly without brushing her tongue against it and cut a little bit of it. The own blood doesn’t taste as good as the others, firstly she was hesitant to hunt down to eat, only taking small animals and — sadly, sucking the blood out of their bodies. It was cruel, she thought. But it was what survival looked like.

It was the middle of the night when she woke up, mouth dry and her pupils dilated in a way she swore the whole world was seen thru her eyes, every little detail. She usually had hard headaches, getting used to all the new sensations and how detailed they were, hearing the smallest of sounds and feeling the light ten times more against her eyes or even skin. She stepped out of the bed, not so classic for a coffin, her feet touched the cold ground and she didn’t care much to find her sandals a she stumbled around the big mansion. The corridors didn’t even need those candles, they were too light. Her hands guided herself, maybe for the remaining of her human instincts and mannerisms, smells were easier to be a better guide.

She reached your office, her hands pushed the door open and her body slumped inside tripping little bit on the carpet. Your eyes looked up from the notes at her, frowning, standing up and rushing towards the woman.

“Violet? Oh dear, what’s wrong?” your hands held onto her face.

“I… I need blood.”

“Vi…”

It was impossible to say no to her, since she became a vampire her urges grew day by day and honestly, you loved it. Hands caressed her cheeks, seeing the way her lips trembled trying to open a little bit further, how her canines developed so fast already and were pointy.

“It hurts, fuck, it’s awful.”

“How long haven’t you drink?”

“I was just drinking from animals but— it isn’t enough, I need more.” her pupils dilated, she almost growled and her hands squeezed your forearms holding herself. “I’ll be gentle, I promise, just a little I won’t overdo it!”

“…come here.”

You moved to the velvet couch on the left side of the room, sitting down and patting the empty space so Vi could sit down. She obeyed almost instantly, like a desperate dog who needed to follow instructions. Her eyes looked up at you, hands curling on her lap — adorable.

“I will give you what you want, but,” your eyes widened as a warm, fingers moving your hair out of the way from your neck. “be gentle.”

She nodded and murmured a small yes, her hands were strong but the grip on your cheek was delicate, fingers calloused tracing your lines, feeling the muscles against it as you tensed only a little bit. Violet could see clearly your vein pulsing, it was so inviting. Nose burying itself against your softness, she smelled you, sniffled and savored it deeply before she licked the skin and gave you a bite. It made you dizzy, grunting a little bit and curling your hands on the edge of the couch.

Vi sucked it nicely and slow, feeing the blood invading her mouth and gods, how sweet you tasted! Her eyes closed savoring the moment, her grip on you grew tighter and the rhythm of her tongue was bolder. She couldn’t get enough, not even realizing your moan of pain. How many minutes had passed? Were minutes or seconds? She was losing it.

“Violet!”

Your voice made her wake up from her trance, pulling the teeth out and hearing you whimpering. She looked dazed yet, you on the other hand acted quickly to stop the remaining bleeding with a small piece of fabric you kept it close for comfort.

“S-Sorry…” she had blood dripping down her lips, tainting her teeth red, her fangs retracted slowly.

“It’s okay… you had enough?”

“Hm, yeah I did. You— you’re sweet.” it was almost too adorable, you reached your hand to caress her cheek and wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. Being bold enough to take a droplet and lick it.

“Heh’ I am indeed.”

If she was a breathing human her cheeks would’ve flush, her pupils dilated in response again and it was almost as if the blue of her eyes was going away. You leaned closer, taking her chin in between her fingers while your face was almost against hers. She bit her inner cheek, looking down at your lips — such a bad habit of hers, back up into your eyes as your thumb smeared the blood and your own lips came closer, giving a teasing long smooch and pulling back.

“Clean yourself and get back to bed, okay?”

She could only nod, watching as you stood up to go to the desk where you were previously working on. Violet stood up too, her eyes coming back to normal and gods. Maybe she needed more of you already.

The cheers were loud inside Violet’s head, she could swear there was a tiny little bug inside her ear which couldn’t stop buzzing every time she tried to make sense out of something. Bottles of alcohol around the room, empty and signs of no promises but the clear indication of her own self destruction. Pathethic. That’s what she thought about herself, about you who was now inside her mess apartment trying to fix a stubborn loser like her. The fight was a mess such as the last ones, you saw her losing even if you kinda knew she couldn’t last longer than five minutes standing — not being sober, who could?

She was siting straight on the worn out couch, you tried to make enough space on the center table with your improvised medical kit. God, she smelled like the cheapest shit someone could find inside those alleys. Was the money not being enough to buy a proper whiskey? Probably not. She didn’t seem fit to be proper for nothing. Your hand went to the medication, that for some miracle, it had left inside her house, opening it up and applying a good amount on the wipe, pressing down her lip cut.

“Fuck! It stings.” she hissed, surprising you with a pull.

“Yeah? Bet’ doesn’t hurt so much as get punched around by strangers.”

She stared at you a bit annoyed, rolling her eyes over and looking away. Not enjoying how it was true, being beaten over and over by people she didn’t know for money? What an animal you made out of her?

“You dunno nothing about it…”

“Care to explain then?” you finished with the wipe, putting it down and checking for another injuries around her face. “You don’t look anything but done, doing this won’t get any better.”

“Did you came here to patch me up or to play mom?”

“Both.”

It silenced her for a while, she saw you were done and stood up abruptly. Wouldn’t be long until she would sit back again, not being in the right state of mind to do shit. You and Vi went a bit back, when she was in prison you used to go visit her, getting her a treat or two… you or the candies she enjoyed. Vi was always very closed off, with time she opened up but after she got things going with Caitlyn — crying on your lap and shoulder about the woman, late at night, you decided to back off a little bit. Didn’t seem right. But, you never missed the chance to mock her for like a topsider and she would never miss the chance to mock you, because you went to prison to visit your “husband” but ended up on her cell.

You stood up seeing her going to the bathroom, following her softly not making any noise or sound. She enjoyed being approached quietly, almost as if the feline type was ideal. Her reflection in the mirror was a disaster: black dyed hair, her azure eyes popping better due to the heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, the bandages over her chest to hold it up, over her hands and waist, her tattoos showing off. Your fingers traced her arms softly, going down to hug her from behind and lean your head against her shoulder.

“What is it, hm? Didn’t like the patch up?”

She chuckled softly, the angered expression not leavening her face.

“Hm, it will do, you’re a good nurse. Unfortunately.”

“I know I am, you always come back when you’re injured.” she tensed under your touch, you tightened the grip.

“Tsk’ I just get back because you don’t charge me, you know how expensive a consultation is?”

“Well, I don’t.”

Vi was easy to tease and annoy, not much needed just getting the right buttons. You did that perfectly, pinching a bit of her sides and sliding off the grasp, moving to lean against the sink counter and staring directly at her.

“But I do know, you’re like this because of that blue haired princess, aren’t you?” your index touched your chin, tapping a little as if thinking. “What was her name again? Cait—“

“Don’t mention her.”

“Why not? Wasn’t her your girlfriend?”

“She’s not— she wasn’t, my girlfriend…”

“I see, you don’t put labels.”

“Mind your business, is the best you can do.”

You looked up at her, a small smirk on your lips is was almost cruel. Mocking her. She knew she shouldn’t let you in again but it was tempting, your fingers traced her hand again, her arm up while getting closer.

“I’m sorry Vi… Was just, you know, trying to get you to open up a bit.” she knew it wasn’t honest, it was mockery for leaving you alone and go back to that spoiled girl. “Can you forgive me?”

Her hands curled against the counter, looking down at you into your eyes, at your fingers down her muscular arms and how it was so easy to fall into your traps. Violet merely pushed you back against the counter with her hips, holding your wrist with her hand and getting closer to your face.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? So foxy.” her eyes were narrowed, looking at you while her grip was tighter. “What you want, hm? Came here to ‘patch me up’, what a bullshit.”

“I want you to fucking wake up.”

“I’m well awake.”

“You’re destroying your life.”

“I do whatever I want with my life, I don’t even know why you came back into it.”

“You were the one who left me!”

It wasn’t mean to sound like that, to come out with such a hoarse voice as yours did. Vi’s eyes widened a bit, her grip tightened and she let it go from your wrist, she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to admit her mistakes again, not again and again… she never had this conversation with you because to be honest, she thought you didn’t mind and it didn’t matter. Her eyes looked down, back at you for a moment, you were scared she would scream out for you to leave her alone, to shut your mouth and to say you were saying nonsense.

“I… I didn’t mean it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Is not bullshit, what I was suppose to do I was trying to track down my sis— Jinx.”

“And you didn’t let me help you.”

“How the hell would you help me? I was— we were literally just having something while I was in prison.”

“Yeah, and the only thing that girl went there to know about was how to fucking use you to get what she wanted!”

“She didn’t use me! Stop saying what you don’t know.”

“I’m only telling the truth, if she didn’t use you where is she now? Where the hell is she Violet?”

“Don’t call me that!”

She screamed in your face, it was awful you two couldn’t get past a silly argument. Her eyes were filed with rage, yours widened and almost daring to spill tears. How could she be so blind? Trying to bury a memorial of her own past, trying to deny the mess she had been in these past few weeks. You sighed, nodding and licking her lips.

“You’re drowning yourself because of her, is that now?” you chuckled, almost humorless. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“And you came up to clean my mess, didn’t you?”

“I came to help you, but you’re so hard headed that you can’t accept half of the truth and listen to my feelings.”

“I didn’t ask for your help, fuck, you’re so damn stubborn!”

“And you’re so stupid, you’re so goddamn stupid!”

You wanted to lose control, screaming at her back, almost going towards her. She held your wrists again, knowing you couldn’t compare to her physical force, looking down at your despairing face. Vi didn’t know which one of you both were lost the most. Her eyes squinted, listening to your curses, at how nervous you sounded, gripping your skin tighter and approaching her face closer, breathing in your anger until you stopped and looked up again.

“What?” you asked angered, frowning.

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t— I shouldn’t have left you…”

You knew she didn’t mean it, that even if the alcohol was out her system, she wasn’t being honest. The thrill was only for a moment like everything they had, moments. Looking up, you sighed and relaxed against her touch, not tensing up your arms again.

“I… I should’ve be better, more attentive, yeah?” her hands were touching your face, dirty pads caressing the cheeks. “Can you… try to forgive me?”

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything, just trying to redeem myself for my mistakes, isn’t that what you want?”

“Violet.”

“I don’t like how my name come out from your mouth…”

Her eyes were squinted, she was too close for comfort maybe but you couldn’t push her away. Who could? Her hands grasped your face tighter, eyes looking down at your lips as you did to hers too. The only thing separating you both was the agonizing tension, the underlying feeling that this wouldn’t work again — fighting, kissing and making up.

“Fuck it.”

It was all you whispered before coming crashing down against her lips, pulling her by the waist closer and closer, her heated body from the stress and earlier fight was comforting. Vi’s hand traveled down to your waist, squeezing it tight, the breath she was holding was exhaled thru her lips against yours with a soft humming. Holding you up, she sat you down the counter, fingers squeezing your skin as if afraid to let it go and connecting it to memory. Tracing up towards your chest and palming thru your breasts like a desperate animal. Hungry. The way she bit your lips when pulling a bit said a lot.

“I missed you.” she whispered against your ear, lips tracing down to the shell and breathing against it. “So much…”

It was intoxicating how she kissed down your jawline, putting your hair aside and leaving soft bites along the nape of your neck, resting her nose against it a bit while her other hand caressed your hip.

“Did you miss me too? Tell me.”

“I… Yes.”

You couldn’t lie to her, it was almost impossible. You could feel the smile she gave against your skin before sucking it, the way her hand unbuttoned your shirt and face went up again kissing you harder this time with teeth crashing and messy tongues. Her hands were calloused, feeling you up thru your thighs and spreading them a bit more, grabbing a full of your ass to get you closer. There was thousand shivers down your spine, the way Vi mouthed your neck again, her hand coming up to tilt your head back and leave a hard bite down your collarbones, grazing teeth forth and back until she finally attacked your skin.

“Ouch, Vi!”

“Heh’ sorry, you’re too tasty…” her nose went down towards the middle of your breasts, biting the blouse hem with her teeth and pulling it up. “I could just eat you up.”

Your belly twisted with a fire inside it, the way she exposed your breast, mouthing your skin again leaving soft licks and bites until she caught one of your nipples inside her mouth. Her azure eyes looked up, she had a needy expression on them, free right hand caressing the other one slowly while her left one searched for your short buttons. The arch of your back was just the right amount for Vi to swirl her tongue harder against you, she made a mess out of herself while licking all the way towards the another one giving it proper attention. Her hands were cruel pulling your hips closer, undoing your bottoms but not quite taking it off fully. She smirked against your skin and fisted her hand inside your shorts, caressing the soft fabric of your panties and straightening her back to look at you better again. Supporting her free forearm against the mirror, on the side of your head.

“She doesn’t compare to you y’know it, right?!” her fingers grazed against where it hurt. “You’re so… much, much better, deliciously better.”

Your eyes avoided her gaze, looking down at where her hand was while the other caressed the side of your hair with a nice touch. Vi’s calloused fingers circled it nicely, the pressure was heavenly.

“You like to watch it, hm? Maybe you´re not so full of yourself now that I got my hands where you wanted." her chuckle was breathy, almost cruel.

Violet knew how to play you like a violin and maybe that was made you come back to her, not the friendship, loyalty now almost broken or how safe she made you feel. No. I wasn´t anything like that, was that feeling now around your body, her fingers pressing hard against your throbbing clit, the way she pushed herself in between your legs and got her hand out of your shorts. She looked at your flushed expression, a soft smile playiing on her lips. Such a tease, you thought. You knew she was a skilled woman, the years in prision had history after all, the way she kissed the valley of your breasts, lips sucking your skin while grazing her teeth against it, trying to take a bite of you. Her tongue pressed against your waist, giving there a strong hickey enough to leave a pretty mark by the morning.

It wasn´t hard for her to get on her knees, taking off your shorts and giving your inner thighs soft kisses, calloused hands caressed the out part of it while pulling you closer to the edge of that counter. Her eyes closed for a moment, nose inhaling your smell until she got closer to the groin. Her mouth opened, sucking with a muffled pop while your panties were still on.

"I like to lick the wrapper too."

"Oh shut— shit!" you felt your thighs trembling, she sucked softly on your clit damping the fabric, saliva mixing with your already coated juices.

Her eys glanced up at you, pulling your panties to the side and staring down at what she wanted so much, you could hear a breathy 'fuck' coming out her mouth before she dived her head down. Vi ate you out like a starved woman, was like she was running out of any kind of supplements for days and nights. Her grip on your skin was so strong to the point of bruising, lifting your legs higher to be supported over her shoulders with your thighs pressing against her cheeks. She didn´t mind breathing, to be honest.

"Violet..." her name was like a prayer on her lips, not even holding yourself straight on that countertop.

She acknowledge you, humming against your core and flickering her tongue against the bundle of nerves. Her back arched as if she wanted to get more of it, her fingers grasped your inner thight harder forcing your legs open. Looking up, she had a nice red flush against her cheeks, messy bangs over her forehead which tickled a little bit of your sensitive skin.

"You ain' getting my fingers," she slurped again, her mouth salivating, "do it on my tongue."

It was enough to make you clench around nothing but, her eyes were more intense, tongue harder and trying to drink any juice coming down from your cunt. Her eyes narrowed, licking ir harder, more pressure where she knew you liked, pressing her hands against your thighs while one of them loosened up a bit to press down your stomach. You let out a squeak, arching your back as you moved your hips against her mouth, looking down at how she was bumping her arched nose against your clit on purpose.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—" your fingers tangled on her hair, moaning and whining while riding out your orgasm on her mouth.

"Fucking pretty..." she whispered against you, caressing your belly to calm you down and trailing kisses back on the inside of your thighs. "Come here, baby."

She stood up again in between your legs, taking your face in between her hands and kissing your lips. Her tongue was slow against yours, making you taste all of yourself mixed with her saliva. Vi smiled and licked your lower lip after biting it, her hands on your hips caressing it while she trailed down kisses on your neck and shoulder.

"Less stressed now, hm?" she whispered, biting a bit of your skin

"Bet."

You rolled your eyes at her, crossing your arms and seeing the way she pulled back to stare better at you. She was about to say something but... a familiar voice caught her attention, she almsor froze hearing it echoing from the door.