#d x reader

You'd been traveling with D for awhile now and no one else could see the tells of the dhampir when he was struggling. Though half human, D had the countenance of the vampires. The sun though not deadly drained him and he needed blood, though not as often. He had fed from you a few times when he was desperate and you offered. Now as you sat across from D, the dark no longer scaring you as long as he was close by, you could tell that he was on the verge of collapse. You could hear the curse in his hand belittling him and getting onto him for pushing himself too hard. D would have to rest tomorrow in the dirt but for tonight you could help him stave off the sickness. Scooting closer to him, D scooted away knowing what you were doing.

"No," he said quietly.

"You need to feed D," you argued getting closer again only for him to move away again. "Stubborn dhampir," you snarled.

Moving quickly you sat right next to him, he could have moved even before you did but he didn't. He knew you wouldn't give up and the burn in his throat was becoming too much to bear. He didn't want to hurt you and yet you trusted him more than he did himself. Parting the hair from your neck, you offered yourself.

D shook his head and reached for your arm. He was too afraid that he would lose control if he bit into your neck. You stroked his cheek while letting your hair fall back to cover your neck.

"I trust you," you whispered waiting for the quick sting of the puncture of his fangs.

"You shouldn't," he replied his nose brushing against the skin of your wrist, causing you to shiver. Without another word his teeth began to lengthen and as gently as he could punctured into the vein. You winced but held tightly to his knee, watching D's throat move up and down as he swallowed.

"D," you breathed and he moved away licking the punctures before following the trail that had dripped down your forearm to the crook of your arm. The cold air hitting the wet trail D left on your skin making you shiver more. But still D didn't let you go, his grip tightened while he continued to follow up your arm. He kissed at your shoulder, nipping at it softly before you moved your head to the side, offering yourself to him once more. His clawed fingertips brushed the hair from your neck and you melted against him.

"More," he growled.

"It's okay," you soothed cupping his cheek while D leaned in closer. His fangs scratched against your jugular before he came to his senses and moved a little further away from the larger vein that kept you alive. After deeming this new spot safer he bit down and this time you couldn't help but cry out. His mouth moving your skin causing your body to heat up. You tugged at his cape but you didn't want him to stop until he had his fill. D pushed you to your back, his legs straddling your waist, but his mouth never left your neck. Holding him tightly you knew it wouldn't be too much longer and he would release you and avoid you like the plague.

"Don't be ashamed," you whispered into his ear. "Please don't push me away after this I want to help you through whatever you go through. I care about you."

D sighed and swallowed one more time before he released you. Stopping the bleeding and still leaning over you. His forehead pressed against yours, his long hair brushing against your cheeks.

"I can't make any promises," he replied reaching out to stroke your slightly pale cheek.

"Just try," you smiled warmly. "I want to help you through anything in this life."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," you kissed the tip of his nose. "Can I have something to eat I'm a little hungry now?"

"Yeah get off the little lady this is getting a little awkward for me," D's cursed hand snarled, face pressed into the sand but sensing D's desires.

it was such a mystery why this mysterious man chose you as his sole place of solace. your meeting with him was nothing short of fate, with the thought of it all remaining as a shining memory within the depths of your mind.

you were working a late shift at your local saloon, serving several cups of beer to the patrons all while ignoring the leering glances all the men were giving you.

you lost count of the sheer amount of times the drunkards had grasped at the ends of your skirt or wrapped an arm around your waist, their breath heavy with the lingering scent of alcohol that you had to bite back your words of protests. not wishing to cause a scene, you spend the next 6 hours biting back your words while forcing a smile.

later that night, you were free to return home, carrying with you a small pouch that contained the measly amount you had earned from working. feeling so exhausted, you remain completely unaware of how a man hidden in the shadows was stalking your every move.

upon reaching your quaint little home just near the outskirts of your town, you suddenly felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck. your reaction was a little too late when you see a man coming closer to you. his face was flushed red while his greasy hands fumbled with the waistband of his pants.

“you’re such a whore… prancing around the saloon like that, acting like you can’t even see me.”

a whimper escapes from you, and you attempt to run away from him, with your home settled just beyond the cobblestone walls. pushing your legs forward, heart threatening to choke you with its rapid palpitations with your calves burning, you reach out-

only to fall forward when the powerful stench of beer fills your nostrils, gagging you as tears fell from your eyes. your back lands against the cold, unforgiving ground, the drunkard already gripping at the lace fabric of your bodice, ready to tear the flimsy material off of you.

“p-please, don’t, i-i’ll give you all of my earnings! j-just- mph!”

you struggle and continued to gag, tasting the bitter alcohol from his lips, writhing beneath him as you struggled to kick him off of you. just when you felt his legs spreading yours apart, the man suddenly slumps forward-

bringing with him an overpowering scent of blood.

you felt sick to your stomach, realizing the drunkard was now lifeless as his blood slowly began to seep into your dress. something slender and bright catches your attention. your gaze follows it, realizing that it was a slender sword that was quickly being dislodged from the man’s back.

your savior was a tall, yet pale men dressed in all black. his stallion seemed to suit this man, letting out soft huffs as its hooves tamped down against the ground.

you look away from the horse and chose to focus on its master, your heart racing, meeting the dark eyes and pale face of that man. the wide brim of his traveler's hat obscures half of his face, yet he seemed intrigued by you, angling his chin ever so slightly so that he could get a better look at you.

you end up letting out a gasp upon seeing him. an impossibly pale yet sharp face looks down at you, his eyes reminding you of a pure, moonless night. rich, brown locks of hair was seen reaching down to the ends of his back, and you notice how his thin lips remained set in a straight line. he appeared nonchalant as his eyes continue to take you in.

“she’s a pretty young thing… but don’t you think you’re scarin’ her a bit, d?”

d? was that his name? and where was that gruff voice coming from?

the man, d, clenches his left hand shut, muffling that strange voice while continuing to look down at you.

“are you alright?”

his voice was soft, yet… achingly comforting to you. his beauty matched that of the night. you forgot all about the drunk man that was settled next to you-

but end up stiffening when the awful stench of urine fills at the air. you turn your face away, already feeling the contents within your stomach swirling around, threatening to escape from your throat when a hand scoops you into his arms.

you let out a gasp, allowing d’s scent to fill your senses (a great distraction from the scent of death the drunkard had exuded.) he smelled like fresh rain and wildflowers, a scent that you eagerly breathed in as you found yourself pressing the tip of your nose against the side of his neck.

d stiffens at your sudden touch, but maintains his calm demeanor, “where do you live?”

his question breaks you out of your reveries, making the heat dye your cheeks in response when you show him your cottage on top of the hill. “that cottage is my home.”

the man shows no visible signs of acknowledging your answer, yet gently coaxes his stallion toward the hill that lead up to your cottage. you remain safely tucked within the man’s arms, somehow wishing that this moment won’t ever end.

yet your homecoming seemed inevitable the moment the horse stops directly in front of your home. d was the first to get off, his boots landing against the ground while offering a hand out to you. you nod and place your hand in his, shivering at the cold sensation felt against your skin.

coming safely back down on the ground, you began to feel even more flustered upon realizing how much taller d was than you. he continues watching you, with your arms crossed over your chest as you reached into your pouch to pull out a single key. the moment you slot the key into your door, you hear d straddling his horse once more. not brave enough to face him, you call out to him,

“mister d?”

the sounds of hooves clopping against the ground stops momentarily, and you knew then that d had every intention to listen to what you had to say.

you face him once more, seeing d look at you from his periphery. “if you ever need a place to stay, please, come find me. it’s the least i can do for you since… since you saved me.”

d says nothing, yet spends several seconds looking back at you. he continues staring at you, as if wishing to memorize your every feature before finally turning away from you, his stallion already taking great strides down the hill.

that was how your first meeting with him went, and despite your kindness and how you truly wished to see him again, you didn’t think the man would take you up on such an offer-

yet, you were proven wrong several months later, when a storm had hit your town and you heard several faint knocks against your door. upon answering, you were shocked to see d standing before you, his left hand wrapped in a bandage as his stallion took refuge from the rain while remaining beneath the trees.

you purse your lips, remaining silent as you stepped aside to let him in. you were afraid to speak, truly fearing that if you said something, then it would make him change his mind and he would end up leaving you. as he steps into the house, the gentle drizzle of rain was all that could be heard. if you didn’t feel small during the time where you had first met him, then you certainly felt small now, watching as d towers over you while in the seemingly cramped space of your cottage.

he takes off his hat, his hair still dripping with the lingering raindrops. his eyes take in the sight of your quaint home, and he sees the table that holds a wooden bowl filled with stew along with a loaf of bread.

“ah, my apologies! are you hungry, sir?”

d shakes his head, “i’m fine, just a glass of water will suffice.”

you nod, feeling your heart begin to race as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from your pitcher. you place the cup on the table, watching as d takes a seat before place two, burgundy capsules inside of it.

you sit across from him, going back to eating your dinner without tasting anything. d gently swirls the capsules within the water, not stopping until the water turns crimson red, carrying with it the lingering scent of iron.

your appetite was slowly diminishing, heart still pounding when you watch d drain the cup of the blood-like liquid dry. you continue looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him. d returns your gaze and softly asks, “does this bother you?”

a shiver runs down your spine, your mind screaming at you that d was no ordinary man-

yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reject this mysteriously elusive man.

so, you ignore the rationality of your mind and settle with following your heart, shaking your head while admitting to him, “it doesn’t bother me, not even in the slightest.”

a flash of something was seen across his dark eyes, and you saw it glimmer with an unknown emotion, one that you were too scared to truly identify. you watch as d stands from his seat, his strides being able to reach you within seconds.

he towers over you, and you felt his long, slender hands caressing at your cheek. you lean in closer to him, ignoring the lingering coldness felt against his skin.

“d…”

his name falls from your parted lips, filled with yearning as it was enough to make his tranquil façade slip. suddenly, d’s arms were felt wrapping around your form, bringing your body closer to his as his lips sought its sanctuary with yours.

soft moans came from you, your nipples going hard against the sheer material of your nightgown when d presses you even closer to him. sharp canines gently tease against your bottom lip, and you realized that such a trait was what gave his identity away-

“vampire…?” you breathlessly whisper against d’s lips, earning a subtle head shake from him.

“dhampir.” he gently corrects you before claiming your lips once more, already picking up your body as he lead you back inside the comfort of your room. not caring about the consequences, you shamelessly cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the cold leather of his pants surround your inner thighs, causing you to shiver in response.

you were breathless by the time d gently sets you back on top of the bed. his expression remains unreadable, yet the way his long fingertips gently traces across the expanse of your skin (the touch remaining oh so reverent) was more than enough proof of his desires for you.

he gently pushes aside the sheer material of your nightie, leaving you bare for his eyes. d seems captivated by the sight of your nakedness, his gaze darkening ever so slightly before traveling down your form. settling himself between your legs, you felt the way d’s cold breath breathe in the scent of your aching core, a soft groan escaping from his lips.

keeping your legs spread wide open, the dhampir places his thin lips against your sensitive flower, darting his tongue inside of you as he tastes your honeyed sweetness. your moans fill at the air, allowing your back to arch against your bed. pants and moans echo throughout the room, and just feeling d’s gentle ministrations against you makes you slowly lose your mind.

due to never experiencing such pleasures before, you felt something snap within your abdomen, filling you with the first pinpricks of pleasure. d drinks up all you had to offer with a gentle hum, using his tongue to trace at your outer lips before moving away from you.

you were in a daze now, becoming dimly aware of the shifting of belts and fabric. you watch as d’s pale body glows from beneath the dying candlelight, his dark hair cascading down his muscular back. your mouth turns dry, unable to believe that such a beautiful creature was going to be yours-

if only for tonight.

d rejoins you in bed, laying across your body as he wraps your legs around his waist. the tip of his hardened cock continues to collect at the evidence of your release, tracing around its borders as you let out a sigh in response. as if knowing that this would be your first (and last) time with a man, d takes a hold of your hand and gently enters your slick heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you wince, your breasts heaving as you struggled to take in the sheer size of him. as tears were felt dotting your vision, d focuses his attention on your chest, his cool lips already wrapping themselves around your hardened nipple. you let out a gasp at the sudden sensation, moaning while delving your fingers into his hair.

only when he was completely sheathed inside of you did he finally stop moving, busying himself with the taste of your skin, greedily sucking at your breast. not knowing how much time had passed, you figured d had the patience of a saint, not even daring to move as he allowed your body to get used to the sensation of his cock filling you up.

your legs felt like they were turning numb, and as you adjusted your legs, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure coursing through you. your breathing becomes labored, nails already gripping at d’s biceps as you begged him to move.

he hums, somehow able to switch positions as he was left sitting on the bed, still remaining connected to you. from this position, you were able to control the pace, your head seeming to spin. a ghost of a smile was seen gracing d’s features, and you settle both hands against his broad chest before slowly moving your slick heat up and down his cock.

your movements were sloppy and uneven, serving as evidence of your inexperience. looking down to where your body was connected with his, you could see the spot of blood over his cock, making you tremble in response.

d hisses when you began to bounce against him at an even faster pace, with you biting down on your bottom lip so harshly that it was close to drawing blood. the pleasure you felt was so intense-

so all consuming that you lost all of your inhibitions.

“d…” you gasp, lips already seeking his as you kissed him deeply, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking already taking over your senses. his grunts were the final push that you needed to reach your completion, climaxing against him when you still your hips and swallowed the entirety of his cock.

you felt the clear liquids of your release travel down his shaft, your broken moans filling at the air when d’s cock was felt twitching deep inside of you, shooting his seed deep within your womb as you fell against him.

your mind becomes hazy, feeling d press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before laying down. the rain had simmered down to a light drizzle, and you bask in the gentle sounds of its droplets, feelings your eyes grow heavier while still in d’s embrace. upon feeling his lips against your hair, you allowed your body to succumb to its exhaustion, keeping the memory of the pleasure d had given you as a means to lead you towards a peaceful slumber.

you lost track of time of how long you had been sleeping, never once rousing from your slumber until the sunlight was felt hitting at the back of your eyelids.

the warmth of the sunlight manages to awaken you from your slumber, and when you gently moved your hand across the bed, you felt a crushing disappointment at how d had left you once more. not wishing to open your eyes while bearing witness to the empty side of your bed, you allowed your daydreams to take over, willing the image of his beautiful body to remain within your mind’s eye-

yet when your fingertips felt the soft sensation of petals from beneath your hand, you opened your eyes with a gasp. with the morning light painting your room in pastel hues, you take in the sight of a lone, white lily settled on the pillow where d once lay.

your heart hammers within your chest as you slowly sit up in bed. with gentle movements, you gingerly held the lovely flower within your hand, using its petals to caress at your cheek as you imagined it was your beloved dhampir gently caressing you with the back of his hand…

and despite how d never once announced his departure or spoke a word to you-

you knew that he would return.

end notes: d is so my type, someone send h e l p 🫠

Y/N sat with her knees drawn up, absently running her fingers along the edge of a worn map, studying it as if it held all the answers she needed. D was seated across from her, quiet as always, sharpening his blade with slow, practiced motions.

He shouldn’t have been watching her.

But he was.

Not directly—his eyes never lingered too long—but he was aware of the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when it fell into her face, the way her brow furrowed in thought, the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek when something didn’t make sense.

She didn’t notice his gaze.

Or, at least, he thought she didn’t.

Then it happened.

Y/N shifted slightly, leaning closer to the map, and in doing so, her forehead lightly bumped the brim of his hat.

She froze.

He did too.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, as if the realization hit her all at once, she straightened so fast she nearly knocked over the map, her face turned away in a clear attempt to pretend it hadn’t happened.

“Sorry.”

It was a single word, mumbled more to herself than to him. But her reaction—that sudden, startled retreat—made something stir deep inside him.

D said nothing. He simply went back to his blade, running the sharpening stone along the edge with steady, controlled precision.

But the weight of the moment stayed with him.

Y/N had always been careful around him. Cautious, measured, like she didn’t want to overstep some invisible boundary. Yet for just a second, she had gotten too close. And the way she had reacted—the way her heart had jumped, just slightly—

His grip on the blade tightened.

His left hand snickered. “Well, well. That was interesting.”

D ignored it.

His biggest joy was seeing your smile every single day. Every morning when he woke up next to you, he anticipates the moment when you open your eyes. Orbs of wonder, life and love looking into his. Today was not different. Waking up before you. Watching your chest lift and sink with each breathe you take.

His fingers brushing through your hair, playing with few strands. He hears the beating of your heart. Calm, soft and strong. Your heart is strong. The vampire nature inside of him is looming inside him. A part of him wants to bite. Sink his teeth into your soft flesh and drink the blood that your heart is pumping through your veins. His teeth are aching however his human nature is stronger. For now. Since he has been together with you he thought about biting you. Not because he wanted to drink your blood. No, he thought about turning you. Making you his forever.

Your eyes slowly opend. Your limps beginn to move and your eyes look into his. His lips curl upwards and his hands move to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. «Good morning» Your voice comes out hoarsly, full with sleep. He leans closer towards you and his cool lips press gently against yours. A gently kiss. «How long have you been watching me?», you ask him embarresed.

You know he loves to watch you, look at you all day. Still you felt a little self concious when he watches you sleep. He doesn't care. He loves you, every part of you. The things that you, you. «Hm...yes i have. I love watching you» His deep voice fills your ears. It has a calming effect on you. He leans closer again and steals many kisses from you. Till your brain ends up being full of thoughts about him. His scent, his touch, his love...

«D...», you moan. His tongue licking over your lips. The intensity in his eyes took your breath away. D's love is intense, deep and wild. He had been loney for so long and when he finally found you, the love of his life, he planned on never letting you go. He kisses down your neck pulling down your long nightgown, freeing your breasts. His tongue licking his teeth as he stared intently at you. He moved his head down and his tongue swirled around your nibble. His left hand sqeeuzing your other breast. His touch caused your body to tense and your eyes fell shut.

«D...fuck», you breathe out. He takes your nibble into his mouth and starts to suck on it, causing you to gasp. After licking and sucking your right breast to perfection he moved lower to your navel and down further to where you we're aching the most. Needing him the most. He kissed your flesh gently before spreading your legs and diving between your legs. Your hands fly to his head. Pulling gently on his hair as he sucks on your sensetive nub. Your breathing starting to go heavier. Your toes curling as he sucks and licks you.

His nails digging into your flesh, causing you to get some bruises. You pressed him tighter against you wich caused him to groan. The sound vibrating through your whole body. The knot in your belly tightening. «Shit D! I am...» Your breathing goes faster, your heart pounding in your ears. With one final suck he pushes you over the edge. Your mouth falling open in a silent cry as the orgasm shots through your entire being.

He moves away from between your legs and looks down at you. A pleased expression on his face. His lips pressed against yours in a passionat kiss. «D...i have to leave early today. If i don't go soon i wouldn't be able to get the vegetables and fruits. You know they only sell them at a certain hour», you remind him.

He lets out a deep sigh, his cool lips brushing over yours teasingly. Reluctantly he pulls away, his hungry eyes fixed on you. «Fine...however once you are back», his fingers trail down your waist and to your hips, «I will have you» The intensity in his voice makes you shiver. He moves off from you and you get out of bed, cleaning yourself and putting on fresh clothes. D watches you all the while. He hasn't got any other hunter jobs, because he wants to spend more time with you.

It will not always be like this. D is a hunter after all. His job is to hunt down others, vampires or not. When you had put on your boots, you turned to him and gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead. «I love you D. I wouldn't take long», you promised him. Your fingers brushing over his cool cheeks. A small smile lights up his face. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours.

«I love you too. Leave now...or i will not be able to hold myself back any longer», he whispers. You pull away from him, put on your robe and leave your home. D's words still in your mind. A warm feeling spreads through your chest as you remember the look in his eyes. He adores you, covets you and loves you more than life itsself. More than eternity. The warmth of the sun was caresing your skin. Soon you will be at the market. The vegetables and fruits you wanted to buy are only available today. They will not be available tomorrow.

You needed them to make a special dish that you wanted D to try. Showing D what tastes really good and delecious was one of your favorite things to do. He is a hunter and doesn't eat really good at all, so the first time you made him something he ate all of it in an blink of an eye.

«This costs 15 coins», the owner of the small market told you. You paid and continued to move around the marketplace. In the shadows, creatures of the night watched you, waiting for the perfect moment to hunt you down. They are angry, full of rage. Rage that would burn down forests and cause hunger all over the place. They wanted to take revenge on D.

«Thank you Y/N for stopping by. Please come back to us soon», a lady said to you. She and you we're a little closer because you grew up in the same town. Leaving you take the normal road home. A weird feeling spreading through your veins, bones and flesh. D teached you to listen to your body, to your senses. If your felt something is off than it probably is.

You fasten your steps and look behind you, nobody in sight. Maybe you we're wrong? No, you learnt from D to always listen to your intuition. Soon you will be home. You told that yourself over and over again. It didn't calm the beating of your heart, didn't stop the sweat gathering in your palms. The food that you carried also made you slower.

A slight breeze went through your hair, making you turn around again. Still nothing. Something is wrong. Something is very very wrong. «Hello...» Your voice was shaking while you called out to nobody in particular. Silence. Nothing. Just complite silence. No chirping birds or any other animal sounds. Just nothing. The only thing that you felt on your skin, was a cold eerie breeze.

Then you felt hands graping you out of nowhere and something hard hitting your head. The pain is shotting through your body and then you pass out. Only darkness and emptiness remain.

D was waiting at your home. He was excited to be able to spend more time with you and also explore more of both your desires together. His fingers brush over the blankest we're you had rested. «She is still not back. I can sense that you are worried. Do you believe something happend to her? To your love?», Left Hand asked him. D was deep in thought. Could Left Hand be right? The symbiotic was awfully anoying, however what If he was right?

A feeling of horror crossed over him. His stomach twisted, bile in his throat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should have come with you. D leaves the house and makes his way to the market were you had been buying the things you needed. The people of the small village you both lived in are very friendly and kind. They tell him that you have only recently left the market and were on your way home already.

«Something must have happend. Otherwise Y/N would have been home already», D mumbled to himself and Left Hand. He goes the way you have left and imiditaly sees traces from other creatures of the night. «Why do i have a feeling it could be barbarians», Left Hand said. This was a possibility. Not so long ago D had hunted down some barbarians that had a huge amount of bounty on them. Maybe other barbarians wanted to take revenge?

D got his horse and followed the tracks that have been left behind. He needed to be quick. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he is to late. His heart wouldn't be able to take it. The wind whipped against his face. He urged his horse to ride even faster, his hands gripping the reins tightly. If he found Y/N dead, he would hate himself so much. Hate himself for believing he could lead a normal life and hate himself for it being his fault that she was dead.

He couldn't think about that right now. Y/N isn't dead. His heart answers that question for him. But the pain caused by his thoughts... brought him to the brink of madness. He would destroy every single person who stood in his way. His love has been stolen from him. The very reason he breathes and still lives. He wouldn't let his reason to live, his love be stolen away from him. Left Hand stayed silent the whole ride, feeling the turmoil of emotions that have nested inside D's heart. Emotions that woud make you freezes, make the blood in your veins drain and make tears of blood leaving your eyes.

A groan leaves your mouth as you open your eyes. What has happend? A sharp pain shots through your body as you try to stand up. However you are unable to do so because your hands and feet are tied together by a rope. Your head hurting. It feels like you have a small cut on the back of your head, were blood is flowing out. Your eyes slowly adjust to your environment. You sit in a house or rather was once was a house. Ruins of it. To your left you could see outside. It was dark. In the middle of the night. A creaking sound brought your attention back to the ruins. A figure, blurry at first, approached you. But the closer it came, the clearer the figure became. A figure that reminded you of a banshee.

A harbinger of death that is known for their mournful wails. She kneels infront of you, a bowl with porridge in her hands. She places it on the ground and frees your hands. «Eat» Her voice sounded noisy and unnatural. You were hungry and took the bowl in your hands looking at her. She stod up and walked away from you. Now you could see two others. A creature that looked like a werewolve and another that looked like a spirit. The three of them looked like they were mourning someone. Eating a little of the porridge made you feel a little bit better.

The atmosphere tense and making you feel unwell. You wanted to leave. Escape. D comes into your mind. How worried he must be. You don't know how long you have been out, long enough to alert him. You don't know what they want from you. What if they want you dead? Fear spread throughout your body. No you can't let this happen. The porridge tasting like ash now and you had to hold back the urge to puke. Bile forming in your throat and you put the bowl away. The women absorverd you. Standing up she walks over to you.

She pulls you upwards, holding your hands painfully and throwing you towards the others. Your body screamed with pain as you hit the ground hard. Scratches and bruises are all over your body now. «We should just kill her. Cut her head of and put it on a spear, the rest of her body will be hanged on a tree were her organs will hang out of her. I am sure it will send a message.» The werewolve growled. Frozen your eyes widened. They want to kill you. You will die.

Tears forming in your eyes. No... You didn't want to die. You didn't want to leave D. Sharp pain was shotting through your body when you felt claws digging into your shoulders. Screaming you started to punch and kick around. «Such stupidity!» You got thrown to the ground again, your bones hurting painfully. Strenght leaving your body. «Please forgive me...forgive me D», you whispered.

In this moment you realised how powerless you are. How helpless. You hated that feeling, you despised it. Anger rising inside you. If you could kill them you would. You are a weak little human being with no power at all. The realisation gave you more pain than you believed it would. This will be your end. D will be alone again and you will mourn on the other side.

Closing your eyes you accept that there is nothing that you can do anymore and just lay there. The pain in your body to big to even move an inch. The voices all around you fading.

When D tracked down the barbarians, his rage was unrelenting. He smelled blood, your blood. Your body lay on the ground, injured. Red. He saw red. The first one he killed was the banshee. Cutting off her arms and legs. Blood flowing from the wounds and covering everything before he decapitated her. Her head flying and landing onto the ground. Lifless eyes starring into the void. He cut the werewolf in half and let the ghost get destoyed by Left Hand. The upper half of the werewolf's body was put on a spear, the organs hanging out from his body. D was satisfied after he puted the head of the banshee next to the werewolfs upper half. This was meant as a warning. To never try and steal what is his again. Stepping over the cut of limps he picked you up and pressed you against his body. He could hear your heartbeat. You are alive. Getting on his horse he brought you home, leaving the horrific sight behind.

Over a month has passed since the incident. Your wounds are fully healed now and the horrors of that day have been pushed out of your mind. D was taking good care of you and watched more over you now. You asked D if he could train you, so you would be able to defend yourself better and he agreed. Still he told you he will now be more around you, so nothing like what happed will happen again. It took you a while to let him allow you to get out of the house. He is worried. Left Hands teasing got worse. You noticed it. D digging his nails into his palms more often than he did before.

Now you were standing in the kitchen and baked a cake. You wanted D to enjoy himself. You wanted to see him less tense and alerted again. «Y/N what cake are you baking?», D asked you. You looked behind you and saw him standing very close behind you. A smile forming on your lips. You didn't hear him come in. «I am baking a black forest cake. I thought it would be a good idea, we haven't eaten any cake in so long», you answer him. He gives you a smile and leans down to kiss you on your cheek. His hand cupping your cheek. «That sounds wonderful...however i would love to spend the rest of the day diffentrly with you», he whispered.

Your whole body turned towards his now. His thumb playing with your bottom lip. D's eyes looking intently inside yours. There is a hunger inside of his eyes that took your breath away. Your hands go to his waist and travel up and down his sides. «Is that so...and could you enlighten me on how you want to spend it?», you asked him. Your tongue darting out of your mouth and you lick his thumb. Your eyes are locked with his, waiting for him to make his move.

«Fuck D! Please...please...please fuck me already!», you begged him. Your body was covered in sweat and your brain was foggy with lust. His hands still holding your legs appart as he moved away from between your legs. Licking his lips while his eyes starred at you with hunger. He had already brought you to your second orgasm and you were craving him really badly. You wanted him all of him. Making you scream and beg.

His fingers trailed up and down your legs making you shiver. Both of you are naked. Your eyes glued to his body. You didn't fell any shame as you stared at the thing you wanted the most. The veins on his best piece looked delicious, and semen was already oozing out of the tip. Licking your lips, you looked back at D, who was still staring at you. «Please D i want your cock...please», you begged again. You want him now. D gave you a small teasing smile before he grapped his cock and pushed inside of you. Moans leaving both of your mouths. Fully sheated inside you he started to shower you with kisses and to move his hips against yours. His cock touching the right places inside of you.

Your nails digging into his back as he pushes in and out of you. The bed creaking beneath you. D feels so perfect so good. Everytime the two of you made love you it got better. The conection of your two souls deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. D's moans nearly making you cum.

D starts to suck and lick on your neck. His hands holding your hips tightly his nails digging slightly into your flesh. D's sharp teeth lightly scratch your tender skin. The urge to bite you is strong. Very strong. But his teeth don't sink into your flesh; instead, he thrusts deeper into you. Your moans grow louder. Your walls tighten around his cock. Milking his cock for his sperm. Your brain already overrun with lust. No thoughts inside of it anymore.

«D! Fuck Yes!», you scream. His cock kissing the perfect inside of you. Making you see stars. You pull D into a kiss and taste iron in your mouth. Breaking the kiss you see he has biten into his own lips. His eyes shining bright red. D growls and kisses you roughly. His hands lifting your legs up and pressing them tightly against chest. His mouth devouring yours. His growls get louder and he only breaks the kiss for you, to catch your breath.