#dracopia

“Sister…” the voice teased as you felt a body pressing against yours, pushing you backwards. Your heart rate picked up when your back collided against the wall, engulfing you in darkness. “You know this corridor is off limits, only members of the upper clergy are allowed here.” He whispered against your ear, sending shivers up your spine. “I… I'm sorry!” You breathed out as his lips trailed down against the column of your neck. You felt his fangs grazing softly against your skin, not enough to draw blood, only to leave a red, raised mark on your skin. “You need to be more careful sister, you never know what might be lurking in the dark recesses of the abbey.” His breath was cool against your damp skin. His fingers slowly gathered the fabric of your habit, hiking it above your thighs. “Please, I'm going to be late to-“ he cut you off with his lips on yours, growling softly as his fingers trailed up your legs, softly grazing against your pubic mound over your underwear. He slowly moved the offending fabric to the side, gliding his leather-clad fingers over your slick folds as he pressed his body against yours, trapping you like prey. The fabric of your underwear caught against one of his rings and he growled, wrenching his mouth from yours as he ripped the garment off your body, making you gasp loudly in surprise. Before you could protest, he was back on you, one hand holding both of your wrists above your head, the other gliding his fingers against your core roughly. His white eye was refracting the faint light coming from the windows like that of a predator as he stared into your eyes, silently daring you to make a single sound. Your breath hitched when he glided two fingers inside you, stretching you open as his palm pressed against your clit. Your knees were like jelly as he glided in and out, hitting all the right spots to make you weak. His mouth trailed down your neck, and he temporarily let go of your wrists to pull down the collar of your habit, burying his face between your breasts, moaning softly as he took a big inhale. You let out a small yelp when you felt him nick your skin next to your nipple and he looked up at you, licking the droplet of blood obscenely, his tongue flat against your skin. Your breath stuttered as the moved his fingers inside you faster, more insistently until you were a blubbering mess, unable to form coherent word, and he suddenly pulled them out. You whined in protest as you watched him eyeing his glistening glove, then turn his eyes to you. “You're right sister, you wouldn't want to be late to your lecture.” His voice was cruelly teasing as he righted your habit and grabbed your shoulders to turn you around and push you along the corridor. A loud clap reverberated against the naked walls and you hissed, knowing you would feel the imprint of his hand all evening against your ass. You turned around to admonish him but he had already disappeared, leaving you alone and breathless in the dark space.