“And of course, you cannot quit,” Aro insisted, putting his arm around Marcus’ shoulder and guiding them back towards the throne room, “You made a promise to Dear Bella. You can’t abandon her now, Marcus. Why, without you, she would be trapped doodling malformed eggs for the rest of her mortal life, and we can’t have that.”
Given what Marcus knew of Bella, which granted was very little, he thought she would be perfectly content drawing malformed eggs for the rest of her mortal life.
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Summary- You're his bride and he intends to, without a doubt, claim you as his own. You can get to know each other later on. (1,792 Words)
Warnings- DUBIOUS CONSENT, Yandere(?), Loss of Virginity, Cunnilingus, Size Kink(Kinda?), P in V sex/Penetrative sex, Forced Marriage, Temp Difference
It was arranged so quickly. The moment Marcus found light coming back into his eyes from one special little human Aro was quick to ensure this liveliness remained. Marcus is useful to Aro, he'll be even more useful when he has reason to exist again. So, you were plucked from your group and locked away in a fancy little room.
In only a few hours your world is flipped on its head. Vampires are real. Vampires are here in Volterra, Italy. Vampires have kings. Vampires have special gifts. One of the vampire kings decided to keep you. In a few days you'll be married to that king. In a few weeks you'll be turned.
Everything skillfully moved so quickly you barely had time to process a single thing. You met the king, Marcus, a tall and broad man who held an air of emptiness around him. Yet, he stared at you with such deep contemplation you couldn't understand it. He had dark hair that fell to his shoulders. Crimson eyes that look like they hadn't actually seen for years until now. He looked like a sculpture, a Greek God made out of marble and turned to flesh.
You'd be a liar if you said you didn't feel an odd pull towards him.
The first meeting he said nothing as you pressed yourself against the opposite wall, crying and pleading to go home. The second meeting he told you his name and asked for yours. The third time he woke you as you slept, offering you fruits. The fourth time he showed you the castle garden. The fifth time you were in a wedding dress being ushered down an aisle towards him.
Your heart pounded in your ears during the entire ceremony. The ring on your finger felt weighted with things you couldn't begin to understand. His lips on yours was like icy stone, yet burning with need.
In mere hours you were in an unbelievably large bedroom. His chambers, as he called it, were filled with shelves on one wall. Those shelves were filled with books. A large desk holds parchments and scrolls. There was a balcony but it was hidden by heavy maroon curtains. The bed frame was made of gold, twisting upwards in four posts that have burgundy sheer drapes over them. The sheets are creme colored silk and the blankets are the same shade of burgundy as the sheer drapes.
"You look out of place in your white dress, my bride." Marcus's cold hands land on your shoulders just as fast as his warm voice hits your ears. His nose brushes your neck. "Is there something to be done to make you more comfortable?" He asks softly.
You shake your head softly. You're still tense, you know what's coming next. You both want it and fear it. Then again you don't know if you actually want it or if you've been convinced you should want it.
His frigid, large hands trace your sides before undoing your dress. You shiver as the dress falls.
"Lay down for me, Kardiá mou." He gently pushes you towards the bed.
You feel exposed and out of place as your back falls against the silk sheets. Your heart beating faster once again.
"Such beauty..." Marcus whispers almost reverently as he strips away his robes.
Slowly, piece by piece you are both left bare before each other. His cold skin against yours as he kisses you with the same desperation as during the ceremony.
"Tell me, my darling, do you love me?" He whispers against your lips.
"Love?" You ask back quietly.
"Yes. Do you love me?"
You hesitate, because you don't know. "I hardly know you."
A rumble comes from his chest. You aren't sure if it's a laugh or a growl but it makes you stiffen.
"You will." He says with a hint of promise. His hand brushes your hair back. "You will, Psychí mou."
He kisses you again, more feverishly. Your head feels fuzzy with the intensity. His hands trace down, he cups your chest. Groping and kneading your flesh till your head spins more. Each small gasp you make he swallows like it's his own personal oxygen. One of his hands travels lower despite your anxiety.
He hushes you as you try to pull away. "Don't worry, my love, it will feel good." He promises.
You tremble as his fingers move lower and he swipes his pointer finger through your folds. Marcus rubs his knuckle against your clit, the bundle igniting at the action. A gasping whine leaves your lips, and for the first time you think you see him smile.
"See? Kardiá mou is already enjoying it." He kisses your cheek. "Aren't you?" He asks rhetorically.
He tilts his head as he watches your reactions. His left hand is still kneading your breast while his right hand rubs those nerves soft and slow.
"Have you ever been touched before?"
"N-no..." You breathlessly admit.
"No..." He repeats with relief, as if you said yes it would be a personal affront to him. He hums. "I'll have to be gentle with you even more then, my bride."
Abruptly both administrations stop. You almost miss it, but you're also a little glad he pulled away. Your thoughts are short lived as he moves his head lower.
"What are you doing?"
He smiles, just a little against the skin of your thigh. "If I stretch you with my fingers I won't get the satisfaction of tearing your hymen with my cock."
Your heart stutters with your words. "W- what?"
"I'm going to pleasure you with my tongue, my precious bride, that way it won't hurt as much when I claim you." He explains patiently with a hint of dark excitement.
You almost choke as his frozen cold tongue lands on your heated cunt. You feel like you can't breathe as he licks up. You hadn't expected this. Your hands flail a bit as you try to figure out what to do.
He pulls away only briefly. "Grab the sheets, grab me, whatever you need, Koúkla mou." He says gently, but his voice is darker now, thick with desire.
One of your hands grabs the sheets. Your other hesitates, but the second he dives back in you find yourself grabbing his hair. His silky strands are as soft as the sheets. You could almost be distracted if it wasn't for how deeply he's licking you.
His tongue traces around your hole, his nose rubs your clit. Then he goes back up, sucking on that tiny bundle like it's his favorite thing. You feel your back arch slightly off the bed, you can't decide if you want to pull away or receive more. The heat of your pussy is stark against his cold mouth.
"Please, please, please~" You plead mindlessly.
You can feel him smile as he moves his mouth faster, more intentionally. Right before you can reach that peak that you had never felt, he pulls away.
Leaving you breathless as he kisses back up your stomach to your neck. Each chilled kiss makes you shiver. Goosebumps blooming over your heated skin.
"Are you ready, my perfect bride?" He whispers against your neck.
"Ready?"
"For me to finally claim you..." His fangs brush your neck. "As my wife."
"I- I don't know." You whisper back.
His nose brushes your ear. "Such sweetness... You don't have a choice."
You tremble as he uses his fingers to spread your folds open. His frigid cock swipes your hole. You squeeze your eyes shut as he opens your legs wider. You bite your lip as you feel him start to push in.
You gasp and cry out as he starts to enter. It only takes a moment for you to feel the pressure and the release of it. Marcus rumbles again as a few dribbles of blood coat his cock.
"You're doing so well, Psychí mou."
He's half way in when he pauses only for a moment before continuing to push deeper in.
"You're... so small, Koúkla mou... so tight..." He says against your neck.
In one final quick move he buries himself to the hilt. You let out a screaming cry at the pain. He stays perfectly still, cooing and soothing you through the pain.
He remains for a while. Silent and steady as you cry softly.
"You're doing wonderfully, my bride." He says with a soft smile.
He moves one hand down to where the two of you meet. He rubs your clit softly with his thumb. Gentle and slow circles that make you melt.
"That's it, my darling." He encourages.
He finally makes his first thrust. Lightly pulling out, slow and steady, before just as softly sliding back in. The mixture of liquids makes it smoother for him to do so.
Then he does it again and again, and again. Before you can even realize it he isn't being soft and slow. His pace is steady as he pounds into you. Harder than a normal human can but not enough to hurt you. He murmurs as he leaves kisses over your neck about needing to turn you soon. He murmurs about how perfect you are. The metal bed frame bends as he grabs one of the bars with his right hand while his left grips your thigh to hoist your leg up.
He grunts soft and quiet, you can barely hear him over your own whimpering moans and soft pleads for him not to stop. He captures your lips, bruising them like he left marks on your neck.
"Say you love me." He commands you darkly. "Tell me you love me, Psychí mou."
Lost in the pleasure you don't quite think of what he's demanding. You oblige despite logic. "I love you, I love you, I love you~" You repeat in between whimpers.
"My perfect... beautiful... wife." He pants softly as he gets closer, accentuating his words with thrusts. "Say it again."
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you." You moan as you get closer to that peak as well.
Marcus growls. "Again."
"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" You cry out, your body tensing with need as a coil twists in your tummy.
He thrusts harder, growling up until you let out a pleased cry of release. Your liquids squirting out around his cock. He bites into your neck as he cums after, filling your burning hot core with startlingly cold cum. You yelp at the bite, as his fangs burrow into your skin, but you're so spacey you can hardly keep your eyes open.
You fall asleep to him licking your neck clean and the sound of his voice.
"I love you as well, my wife, Zoí mou."
~Loose Translations (Cause I don't know Greek and used a website)~
My headcanon for Movies!Jane and Movies!Alec is that in the movies they were around 18/19 where Aro found them and turned them. In the books they were 12/13 when Aro turned them, but in the movies it's clear that they were older when it happened.
Many of the characters' ages are different in the movies. For example, in the books Marcus was 19 when Aro turned him, but in the movies it's clear that he was way older when he was turned.
Also, friendly reminder that in the Twilight lore it's canon that vampires stop aging not only physically but also mentally. Source:
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