#root cellar

The pressure sliding to your throat has you shiver faintly, seeming to stretch a soft moan from Remmick. You quickly realise that he's leaving wet, lingering kisses over your skin. Instinctively, you ease away from him out of concern for your blood. "R-Remmick?"

His soft words mutter delicately against you. "Y'er makin' noises in yer sleep like it hurts, love." Love. The word sticks with you while your lashes flutter at the ticklish feeling of his mouth.

"Rems…" You struggle to think beyond the pain that spikes with your cramps, and you run a hand over the area to try soothing it.

Remmick's eyes catch the movement in the dark, and his own hand follows yours to carefully place over the top. The added pressure helps a little, though you aren't expecting the way his voice drips with concern against your ear. "Let me help, I'll take good care'a ya." He states low between more slow kisses; the irony of him 'helping' you in return isn't lost on you. "Don't wantcha in any pain." Those words, genuine or not, have your stomach lurch as his hand travels further down. You feel him shift behind you before his voice is directly in your ear. "Please, let me make ya feel good, too. Won't even have to do anything." His suggestion might have swayed you, were it not clear that his fingers still end in claws.

A dull panic thuds through you when you feel their sharp edges, though the careful brushes over your clothed folds make you clamp a hand over your mouth. Even with a pad in between you both, the threat of him hurting you by mistake is unnerving. You don't give an outright objection as you quietly whine. "Your… claws are still out…" The way your thoughts begin to wander about how they feel has you inwardly cursing.

Remmick mouths at your shoulder through your night gown, focusing his attention on the bite mark underneath until he hears you. It makes him pause behind you, trying to reason with himself that it may not be a good idea. He blinks down to where his hand rests, and no matter how much he tries to force the claws back in, they just don't budge. A quick, frustrated noise leaves him, and he slides his hand back up to take your chin instead. Remmick moves over you, straddling your thigh to capture your lips properly; it pulls a soft, approving hum from you.

Mindful that you're already in pain, Remmick is gentler with you than before, even down to his kiss. The darkness prevents you from seeing anything, but your eyes slip shut regardless. You put it down to your freshly awoken state, but you feel brave enough to deepen your kiss as you sweep your tongue over his bottom lip.

Remmick lightly gasps through his nose at the feeling. "Careful." It's only a ghost of a whisper as he parts his lips with a smile to let you lick into his mouth, trying to remain cautious of his fangs where he can. The boxers that you've made him wear are already feeling tighter around his swelling cock. You sense that Remmick was entirely serious when he said he wanted to make you feel good, taste it in the way he clings to your kiss for a little while longer.

He slowly grinds his hardening cock against your thigh, and you raise your leg a little to add some friction against it. There's a small whimper that it drags out of him; unfettered and open into your kiss as you feel the familiar sensation of his drool pooling on your tongue. You smile around the kiss and end up swallowing more than you mean to. The idea of it should make you shudder, but your cheeks only warm in response, and your head feels lighter. Your entire throat seems to heat immediately with it. You can't think too much about the way the kiss feels different; you only absently question it as you softly moan back against him and the way your tongues brush. You feel the way his fingers splay over your breast, massaging the skin and rolling your hardened nipple through the thin nightgown.

Remmick breaks away to pant against your mouth. "These been hurtin' ya too, dove?" The darkness makes it difficult to see much other than the strip of moonlight revealing a glimpse of red above you.

Fundamentally, you know that it's scary. You should be terrified by the sight of him, but there's a strange contentment in being able to know the real Remmick. You think that's the case anyway; it's the only logic you can loosely tie around it. Being allowed to see underneath his mask feels honest; it makes you comfortable enough to feel vulnerable with him, to not have to wear your own mask. It makes you smile, and you assume he sees the way you nod to him with a response.

He tuts down to you with a teasing sound as he leaves a trail of kisses down the column of your neck, past your collarbone, until he flicks his tongue over the clothed nub. You flinch at the touch with a soft moan; you hadn't expected it to feel so sensitive against him. As Remmick's lips wrap around you to suckle through the fabric, there's a heightened sense of how he moulds himself against you. It feels warmer somehow, closer in a way that has the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your skin prickle with a pleasant warmth.

Remmick is as slow as he is careful while he palms your breast, and you wish the light were on so that you could commit the sight to memory. The sensation makes the rising heat inside of you flood south between your thighs, and you can feel that you're already slick with it. You groan at that, unsure why it suddenly feels so warm. Your hips lightly buck as your hand reaches to hold the back of Remmick's head as he continues to mouth and play with you. The gesture has him groan against you, and the noise alone has your cunt rushing with a need you didn't have when you first woke up.

"Rem-mick, I… I want more…" The words come out without your permission as you all but pant. You don't even truly know what you're trying to ask for, and the boldness of your own words has your clit begin to throb for him. You press your mouth into a flat line, trying to stop the needy sounds from slipping out.

He unlatches from your nipple to pull the wet fabric tight and blow cold air over. You shiver with the feeling, and he chuckles against you. "I've gotcha, sweetness. Please, don't hide those pretty sounds from me-" He hovers over you to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "-wanna hear how good ya feel." Your lips part as you nod, letting a delicious blanket of dizziness wash over you.

As Remmick pulls away to get under the covers, you let out a needy whine at the loss while he moves down. He mumbles between little kisses and lingering sucks down your clothed torso. "It won't hurt anymore." You regret not reaching for the light as you feel a light suck against your thigh. The feeling lingers even after he lets go with an audible 'pop' of your skin. Remmick slides your nightgown up above your hips, giving them attention with his lips and tongue until he finally hooks his claws underneath your underwear to pull them down. You hear the sharp gasp from him, followed by a stuttered exhale.

Remmick's eyes go half-lidded at the thick smell of blood. As he slowly moves the garment away, something in his chest flips when he feels compelled to drag his tongue over the used pad. He swallows thickly, unable to stop himself from doing it. Remmick doesn't think he could fight the impulse even if the lights were on to expose him, and his lips tremble when he tastes the remnants of you with a pleased hum. His mind empties of anything else as you allow him to remove your underwear and toss them aside. Remmick hooks your thighs over his shoulders before licking a strong stripe up from your core to your clit with a low moan, ending his actions by pressing a kiss to your swollen bud.

He pulls back just enough for you to hear him whine. "Ain't just blood here fer me, y'er fuckin' soaked." Your cheeks are already ablaze with warmth when he says it, and your hips lift to try and meet his tongue again. There's a laugh like he can't believe it, and he doesn't waste any more time before diving in to lap up the mix of blood and slick that you're already coated with.

Your hands are up by your head as you pant out, unable to think of anything other than Remmick's tongue as you moan. "It's so… so warm." Remmick moans back at the way the taste of you has his cock pulse, and he has to adjust himself in his boxers when his hips start to automatically grind against the mattress.

You bite your lower lip at how true to his words, Remmick's mouth helps to dissolve the pain from your courses until only the surge of lust fills you. It shouldn't be possible so quickly, but you throw logic to the proverbial wind at the wet sounds Remmick makes while groaning into your cunt. Between every hungry drag of his tongue and teasing prod of his nose is a needy kiss between your soaked folds. And Remmick whines as he can feel his pre-cum dripping through the strained fabric of his boxers.

"Rems… I want you to fuck me with your tongue." Your breath catches in your throat as you surprise yourself with it, and immediately after it, there's a needy whimper beneath you.

"My clever girl, telling me what you want. Always tell me." Not needing to be asked again, Remmick forces his tongue into your core with a needy growl.

His cock twitches under him as he grinds his hips down, and his eyelids blissfully fall shut as the blood coats his tongue. His entire mouth moves against your cunt like he's making out with you, and you can hear him swallow any blood he can get between the drool and slick. That familiar taste to you has him stumped as it makes his skin start to warm, florally with an edge of zest. It distantly reminds him of the way your tea smells.

Usually, the feeling of penetration alone has brought you nothing but pain. But now? You're burning up like you've got a fever, and your overly sensitive walls throb as Remmick's tongue plunges into you. Your hips grind your clit against his nose with each thrust, and you're quickly thrown into the throes of your climax. It stretches your voice thin as you gasp for his name, your core clenching around his tongue as you break into a sweat.

Your back arches off the bed as you come in his mouth, and Remmick whimpers unabashedly into your cunt. The taste of your release pushes him over the edge until he's spilling into his boxers, feeling it go straight through the fabric before he can stop it. The sound of your pulse floods his ears until it's the only thing he's fully conscious of. Against his better judgment, Remmick slides his tongue out to sink his dripping fangs into your thigh with a possessive growl.

Remmick's eyes roll back as he pierces your flesh with a wet crunch. That floral note to your blood is much stronger on his tongue, and his softening cock jumps already as he drinks from you.

"Remmick!" You wince at the pain of his bite, but the ache in your core doesn't go away. To your surprise, his intrusion of fangs makes your clit pulse, and despite your annoyance, you groan as your hand shoots down to grab at his hair.

More memories appear to him in your blood, though much weaker than previously. Mostly of himself through your eyes and how fast your heart races every time you look at him. Remmick only knows it's his own face because even in the memories, it appears the same as through the hive; featureless and shadowy.

Remmick only glances at them for a second before his mind becomes pliant at your touch, and though he lets out another growl when you pull him away, he freely does so for you. All resistance to you has completely vanished. "Fuck, I'm gettin' hard again." The grit in his voice makes you shiver. 'Again', the confirmation that he ground into your bed until he came makes you clench around nothing.

While you're distracted by the thoughts of Remmick, he crawls up your body. He carefully settles himself with his forearms on the mattress, either side of you, as he reaches down to plant firm kisses on your throat and jaw. "Wantcha." The single word makes your mind fog as his lips press against your temple to whisper into your skin. Remmick gives a leisurely roll of his hips against your thigh with a short whine like he's proud to show you how hard he is for you.

Then two things hit you at once: you want to see Remmick properly this time, with no darkness to hide in. The second is remembering how you sat in his lap while in the bathtub. You want to ignore your inexperience and try something in that position; something about it felt so intimate and inviting.

The drag of his clothed erection over your folds makes your breath catch. "W-Wait." You feel Remmick flinch at your words, but you tap his forearm to get his attention. You quickly follow up to reassure him that nothing is wrong. "I think… I want to see you." Your cheeks blaze at how you recall how he said the same thing to you not long ago, and you can feel Remmick seem to relax a little.

There's a brush of the back of his fingers over your temple, then a quiet half-laugh. "Forgot that ya can't see…" When his weight shifts above you to turn the small lamp on, you blink a few times for your eyes to adjust. You see that Remmick's are scrunched shut, seemingly waiting for his eyes to do the same before he peeks open and returns to you.

Before he can settle, you raise to give a gentle push to his shoulder, trying to get him to move. Remmick's brows raise a little as he lets you manoeuvre him until he's on his back, and you catch him swallow as you swing your leg over to straddle him.

Remmick's lips twitch as his hands pull at your hips so that your folds are flush to his wet fabric stretched over his cock. Your jaw goes slack when he throbs underneath you. "Ya gonna ride me, sweet girl~?" The teasing lilt to his voice can't hide how excited he is. All you can do is nod in response as you nibble at your bottom lip. The heat you feel makes you take the bottom of your nightgown, slowly peeling it up above your head to cast it aside. When you look back at Remmick, his eyes are half-lidded, and the way his red stare sweeps over your body makes your hips twitch against him. A sigh escapes you both at the feeling, and you grin at the way his fingers tighten on you.

You know he could already see you in the dark, but this feels… different, somehow. Likely because you can see yourself as well, it fills you with a pang of nerves you haven't felt in a while. The realisation makes you want to shrink down, and Remmick's brow creases as he catches it. "Nah. None'a that, dove." You don't even realise you've crossed your arms over yourself until Remmick is moving them out of the way, eager to drink in the sight of you. "Y'er a damn vision... Gorgeous." It makes your face heat to see his tipsy smile, like he's trying to commit every inch of your body to memory.

He lets his hand trace up your side and to your breast, brushing a thumb over your nipple and squeezing firmly at you with his palm. "Y'er gonna make me hungrier fer ya than I already am, darlin'." It helps to feel less concerned with how you look, and you push into his touch in response. The two of you both briefly break to impatiently tug his undershirt up and over his head. You take the time to really drink in the sight of Remmick; his flushed face is a nice contrast to the faint, silver scars that pepper his body. There hadn't been much time to take in his body before; now you can't help but stare hungrily. Your fingers trace over his broad torso without you thinking to do it; he's a delicious mix of soft and strong without being overly-defined, and you watch the way his thick muscles flex and squirm impatiently under your touch. It's the first time you see Remmick really falter in taking the lead since you woke up, and you hear it in the way your light touches begin to make him pant.

Unable to ignore the way arousal floods your core, you help to slide the tacky boxers down until his cock hits his stomach with an obscene slap that makes his stomach flex. You remove them completely, wetting your lips as you grind down onto the length of him. The feeling has you both shiver with how wet the sensation is between both of your release.

Impatiently, you carefully take his cock in your hand as you line yourself up with him. Remmick's breath hitches quietly when your entrance catches on his leaking tip, and he fidgets underneath you while he waits. When you take your time sinking down onto him, a strangled groan seeps out of him, and his eyes turn glassy with the tight heat. You gasp at the way the head stretches your soaked walls apart, unable to help but cry out at the full feeling. It makes your head dizzy with the snug fit, and you let yourself slide down until your hips are flush with Remmick's. The moment it happens, Remmick's body lurches so he's sat up on his forearms, like being inside forced him into the position.

His teeth grit, and you can feel his legs shake underneath you. "Shit- Takin' all of me-" He can't stop himself from grinding up into you once, drawing a gasp from you at how deep he reaches. You shove Remmick's chest so that he's lying back down, not meaning to be quite so rough, though it pulls a submissive whine from him when you do. Your hand stays on his chest, and he silently watches you through half-lidded eyes, taking it as a sign not to move his hips while you adjust.

"Please… mo-ve." He pants out almost under his breath as his mouth goes slack.

You can feel him twitching inside you for any kind of friction, and though you raise yourself to sink back onto his cock, you feel a little flustered as you admit that you're not sure how to. "I-I don't know how, help."

Remmick exhales with a half grin as his brows furrow up like he finds something cute. "Oh, c'mere." He nods as he takes you by your hips, and you let him guide you against him. It's slow at first, and you hadn't anticipated just how good it would feel for you. Your hand instinctively shoots up to cover your mouth as you stifle a surprised moan, but Remmick growls underneath you, straight from his chest. It sounds vaguely like a warning, and you manage to rip your hand away to grip the bed frame instead as you grind down onto him.

You let your noises fall freely into Remmick's ears, the feeling of him inside so good that it melts away any self-consciousness you may have otherwise felt. The way Remmick admires you in complete awe gives you no reason to question yourself.

When you finally feel like you know what you're doing, you let go of the bed frame to place your hands over his. Your brows furrow as a mental fog pushes other thoughts from your mind, and you move in a way that has pleasure curling deliciously in your stomach with each drag of him against your walls.

Beyond the pressure building deep in you, the glassy feeling in your mind is almost overwhelming. All you want is to hit your peak that feels tantalisingly close yet just out of reach. "I feel drunk." Your words come out slurred, and your head tips back. It isn't meant as an analogy; there's a warmth still burning in your throat, and you feel like you've been steadily drinking that stolen moonshine in your kitchen for hours. Right now, you're too swept up in it to pay any attention to the way the room sways around you. It doesn't take long for the muscles in your thighs to burn, while the lingering numbness from his bite begins to melt away.

He briefly acknowledges you telling him that you feel drunk, and the words vaguely skip over his thoughts as he recognises that he feels giddy. "Me too." Completely misunderstanding you, Remmick gladly welcomes how you're making him feel, thinking he's having that effect on you, too. His smile certainly looks tipsy, completely lost in you as his hand slides to your front, just below your belly to press lightly against the skin. It's enough for you to notice, though your eyes slip shut when you can't block the sudden thoughts of Remmick getting you pregnant. Despite Remmick's thirst, you still think yourself lucky for the timing of your courses.

Remmick's eyes lock onto your neck as you put it on full display, and something about seeing the mark he'd previously left on your shoulder has his body screaming out for you. His. He swallows, fixated as his breathing struggles to keep steady. The idea had certainly tried to force itself into his mind before, but this feels different. More intimate, exchangeable. Yours. Seeing the bite, as well as the others on display… it floods him with unmatched feelings of possession that don't make sense to him. Not that he cares; they don't need to. He can't focus on much else as the drool begins to drip freely out from his mouth again.

The possession leaks into the short growl that slips out of Remmick, and the submission you had heard previously morphs into something darker. "Such a good girl, takin’ whatcha need from me.” It's the first time you've heard praise like that, and you whine quietly in approval as your walls clench tightly around him. Remmick only sounds smug at your reaction. "Oh… She likes that, eh? Look at me when you take yer praise, darlin'." You feel his claws delicately slide up the plains of your stomach, over a breast where he lingers, before letting go to wrap those fingers around your throat. It makes you flinch, forcing your eyes to shoot open before you realise he isn't actually applying pressure to you, only that he's pulling your focus back into the room. There's a broken moan that slides out under his fingers, and he hums with approval when he feels it vibrate out of you. When he does press the smallest bit, you're already so light-headed that you have no option but to watch Remmick through half-lidded eyes as the fiery heat coils impossibly tight inside you.

Without warning, the tight waves of heat inside you snap all at once, and your walls are clenching around his cock hard enough to drag him to the edge with you. You watch as his fangs grit tightly, and as your hips still, Remmick thrusts up into you to chase his second climax.

There's a sudden tug on your arm, and you fall forward with the way Remmick snatches your wrist towards his mouth. The familiar icy sting of his bite makes you wince, and his eyes completely glaze over as he rolls his hips into you. It's enough to wrench the air from your lungs. Somehow, when you shove your other hand against Remmick's jaw, he lets go just enough to free yourself. You press your palm up under his chin, hard enough to snap it shut before he moves to bite you again. The clack of his fangs seems to startle Remmick enough that you can only glare down at him as you near-yell. "Stop!"

Remmick's upper lip curls like he's trying to suppress a snarl from fully taking shape. Some muddy memory floats past you: a patient visiting you after a dog bite. They had mentioned something that sounded ridiculous at the time, but now…

An angry noise rips out of you in response to Remmick, fed up with him leaving marks on your body. "See how you like it-" You shove your hand against the side of his face, forcing him to turn into the pillow as you surge forwards. Without a word, you bite him back, right where his neck meets his shoulder.

"Wait!" Remmick immediately freezes up as you sink your teeth into him; the adrenaline coursing through you makes you unable to assess how hard you bite him. It's with more force than intended and just hard enough to break skin; there's a taste of copper on your tongue, with layers of something darker sitting restless underneath.

With a torn cry from Remmick, he shivers underneath you while you feel his cock twitch inside. A flushed colour is spreading up his neck from your bite, and you don't let go until the sudden warmth of his release floods your walls. You weren't expecting it, and it pulls a surprised whine around his neck. The bite had only meant to try and retaliate, but his claws are gripping your hips so tightly that it's as if it set him off. Arousal rushes through you as you realise that there's enough that you feel it dripping out of you with every weak thrust Remmick makes, until it runs down his balls and onto the sheets beneath.

When you pull back, Remmick's eyes are wide as he stares up at you. More than that, he seems to be mouthing something to himself as his pupils expand, entirely blown out and almost completely eclipsing the razor-thin ring of crimson still visible. If you could think clearly, you would be confident that Remmick was drugged, but the notion doesn't stay with you long enough to dwell on it.

"Rems..?" A twinge of worry cracks through you, concerned that he's actually hurt, until a blush sits heavy on his cheeks and he's whining under his breath. You ignore the way the tang of his blood should make you cringe, but it doesn't.

There's a staggered whimper that splinters out from Remmick as his eyes skim between your eyes and the red on your mouth. "C-Cheangail… tú mé leat…"

The atmosphere in the room shatters for Remmick, completely fractured until you're the only thing he can take note of or comprehend.

His need for you is amplified within moments of the contact. Your teeth lay claim to him in a way that has Remmick tremble under you against his will. The immediate need for connection to you blazes underneath his skin like something trying to claw its way out. Something dormant and searching for you. Remmick is panting hard with staggered sounds that keep cutting short, struggling to catch his breath alongside the layer of sweat beginning to coat him.

Whatever ancient force scrambles inside of his veins in search of you, it's as if Remmick can hear it barking demands to find what's his.

His mate.

Yours.

Remmick's jaw tightens as he tries to fight against the feeling; he never wanted a mate. He's seen what it does to his kind.

So why…

…

…Is he filled with such a strong urge for more? It ignites and pulses through his whole being until his entire world narrows down to you. After trying to fight it internally, suddenly, nothing else matters. Only you.

He wants to be enraged about it, a stupid mistake he could have avoided, but the flare of anger fizzles out from under him until it's not even a frustrated echo in the room. Long forgotten in the space of seconds, replaced with a need to sate you, and the fresh mark seared into his skin.

Your brows scrunch, unsure what Remmick is talking about. His hips shift underneath you, and there's an odd throb at the base of his cock that forces a shallow gasp from you. "Fu-ck- Y..Ya made… made me yers." Your face heats at that; it doesn't make any sense to you. It's unclear what kind of joke he is trying to make, but the way he stares up distracts you... It's like Remmick is watching you as if you were something holy.

He only breaks eye contact with you long enough to drag two fingers over the area you managed to puncture; the blood is undeniable proof of your bond in his eyes. The sight of it pulls an odd, strangled groan from him, and his cock jerks inside you so much that your walls involuntarily tighten around him each time.

Your jaw goes completely slack as he slows down, not completely stopping, and you fall forward to plant your hands on his chest. The slow movements make you rock back against him, neither of you able to stop, even in the joint buzz of your orgasms that doesn't satisfy either of you. You spy the bite mark you left behind; for whatever reason, you feel an unfamiliar pull in your chest if you glance at it. You have to assume it's the guilt of biting Remmick hard enough to draw blood. Without any thought to your actions, you lean down to lick a slow stripe across the small wound. It earns a wet moan from Remmick that makes your stomach flutter, and you take your time as you do it again, and again, and again until it stops bleeding. Something subconscious takes over as you show your affection, until Remmick is making a sound you can only describe as a sort of purr that vibrates under your tongue.

Remmick's voice cracks out in a whisper, and he feels heat rush to his lower abdomen in knots at the way your tongue feels. "I-I'm… Oh god- Tell me- Tell me I'm yers, please." Despite any previous disinterest, he wants to hear it, needs to hear you say it.

Despite the burning of your thighs forcing you to stop moving the way you were, you don't want to. You can't seem to stop your hips from stuttering flush against Remmick's cock. Especially not when his whispered begging makes you flush with unbearable heat that rushes through you. You comply without hesitation, and your core pulses as you coo back to him after one final kiss to the fresh bite. "You're all mine, Rem." Remmick whines in response, it shouldn't mean anything to you; you're just helping him get through this ordeal, but you can't deny the way saying those words makes you feel lightheaded, and something almost does feel like a real claim. Intense and more special than you expected.

The sound of both of your releases echoes loud enough that if your body weren't already on fire, you could probably combust. "Something's- God, it's not enough- I want more-" The sight of what appears to be a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of your open mouth makes Remmick's eyes widen. A quiet snarl curls out of his throat, momentarily thinking you turned after all, and being flooded with frustration that it isn't the case.

Remmick lets his hand drop from your throat to take one of your hands, distantly realising that something has happened for you to feel as desperate as he is still. He licks his lips, and through the mind fog, he manages to sit up to plant a firm kiss on one of your nipples. His claws reach behind your hips to still you, and you whine quietly when he forces the friction to stop.

He feels himself twitch hard inside you while he draws the hardened bud into his mouth, gently grazing his fangs over the sensitive skin as he sucks at it for a moment. When he lets go, it's with a teasing 'pop' that sends a shiver running through you. "I've gotcha, y'er doin' so well." You give a small nod in return and reluctantly let him pull you off his cock. It's your turn to feel like a wounded animal that needs help.

You want to protest, but he moves you forward so that you fall onto your hands and knees, a position that you're more familiar with. The familiarity of it makes you instinctively brace for pain, but you feel something wet give a firm swipe up from your clit to your leaking entrance. It makes your shoulders flinch before you peer back enough to know that it's Remmick's tongue on you. It has you keen and rock against Remmick's tongue, and your face is burning at the distant thought that he's lapping up release from both of you. "Rems, that's… you're filthy-" Whatever you were going to say dissolves into nothing as Remmick plunges his tongue inside you, and all you can do is whine with need as he lightly chuckles into your folds.

The thought should disgust you, but all you can think of is how much Remmick wants you, and how perfect he feels against you. Even more so, when he mewls into your cunt for 'more', you don't have to see to know there's a heavy blush over his face. Remmick's tongue eagerly finds your clit, swirling over it with tight circles and kitten licks before he latches his lips around to suckle you. Your eyes roll back in your head as you squirm against his face, his name falling from your lips with your thin panting. There's a muffled hum from him, admiring how sensitive you are, then you feel his hands trail up your legs until they grip the crease of where your ass meets your thighs. He lets go of your sensitive bud to slide his tongue back up to your cunt, dipping inside with a groan at the taste of blood that greets him. Remmick's hands lightly pull at your cheeks, spreading you as much as he can to reach as much blood as he can manage. Your breath hitches when you feel something else prod at your entrance, realising it's a claw trying to ease into you.

A surge of panic hits you at the thought, forcing you to stay still. "-No. Remmick, don't-" You feel him pause behind you, two thirds of his finger already sunk into you as though he didn't realise what he was doing. With a remarkable show of restraint you didn't know he had, Remmick carefully slides the digit out from you, though he still crooks it on the way out to gather any blood he can. He swallows around the drool trickling from his mouth as he removes his tongue to trace up the claw, licking himself clean with a quiet moan.

The reaction to your fear relaxes you, and you suddenly remember Remmick's words from earlier. 'Always tell me.' It clicks into place for you that it doesn't just need to mean anything good, though you're too far gone to feel silly for not considering it sooner.

When Remmick is done removing the blood from his claw, he pauses behind you to breathe out with soft pants against your wet skin. It makes you shiver and clench around nothing. You aren't expecting his tongue again, certainly not when he drags it up even further until the tip runs over your puckered hole. You gasp his name as he flicks the end over you, and he lets go just enough to give a whisper of a dark laugh against you. "Reckon ye'd let me in here too, wouldn't ya?" The tip of a claw traces your hole, and it forces your brows up in pleasure with how sensitive it feels. You don't answer him; it's too dizzying from the new sensation as he slyly licks into you with a short whine. It cuts your breath short as you push your hips back against him, completely new to the thought and finding it overwhelming at how taboo it feels.

"Pl-Please… Stop teasing me." You lean down to shove your mouth against your forearm, then there's another soft laugh from Remmick, melding into a sound of awe. Before you have time to wonder about it, you feel him sit up onto his knees behind you. When he presses the fat head of his cock against your folds, you groan impatiently into your skin.

"Can't help it… Fuck- Ya look so good f'me." Remmick splays his claws over your back, and you peer up to see something you wouldn't have otherwise spotted.

The mirror.

Except you can only see yourself. The second your eyes meet your reflection, Remmick thrusts up against you like he's waiting for you to make the connection. Your mouth forms a small 'o' shape as he stuffs himself fully inside you, deep enough at this angle that your eyes tear up with how sensitive your walls feel. Your thighs lightly shake as his claws move to your hips, gripping you and pulling almost all of the way out to bully his way back inside. The pace is slow but hard, and you can't seem to look away from your reflection; like your brain can't connect not seeing Remmick and feeling so full of him that you move forward with each thrust. His thrusts are hard enough that you can hear his balls slap against you while you watch your tits bounce. "See? So pretty on my cock. My little fawn. Gonna look so good filled with me." A claw briefly traces down your side and under to your stomach, making your breath hitch at the implication of it. You make sure to note it somewhere in the back of your mind.

You're so full that you can only give shaky sounds for more, not meaning to sound so needy for it. "There she is, still grippin' me so tight- like she doesn't wanna let go, fuck-" The familiar position feels anything but to you, only good as he plunges into you, faster than before, and you realise Remmick is just as desperate for more as you are. More than anything else, you're met with an overwhelming need for him to come inside you again. Like it's the only thing your body is burning for, the only thing that will quell it.

The dizziness of your mind does a wonderful job of removing any filter previously set. "Rem-mick, feels s..so good." That gets a groan from behind you, and you feel brave enough to meet each of his thrusts experimentally, met with his broken moans that sound higher than before. "P..Please, need you- c..come ins..ide~" The second your request travels up and into Remmick's ears, he can't hold back any longer; whatever was previously dormant takes over him.

You expect him to be faster, but Remmick leans forward until he's arched over you. There isn't any noise before his fangs are already scraping your neck. Your eyes widen, not with fear, but something you can't name, enough to subconsciously turn your head to let him bite you. As though your body is privy to information you don't have. To your surprise, there are only a few puffs of air against your skin before Remmick's fangs are on your skin, not drawing blood, but holding you in place. His hips slam into yours, and each thrust is punctuated by the panting audible through Remmick's bared teeth. You can't see the way Remmick's red eyes bore into you from behind, wild as he acts on some new instinct rather than anything else. You can only see a set of claws gripping into the bedsheet below, trembling with need as his other hand is splayed under you to keep you pressed to him.

Somehow, they change before your eyes. A series of sick 'pops' sounds from Remmick's fingers as they seem to shift and extend as he grips the sheets tighter. You feel it on your stomach, his longer digits, tipped in claws as sharp as razors. The danger of it sends excitement coursing through your body instead of the panic that ought to.

Your chest fights for air as he stuffs you full with each snap of his hips, bullying your walls in a way that has you bordering on overstimulated and seeing stars. Exactly what your body needs right now. Your ears are filled with the carnal chuffs Remmick is making; more animalistic than anything else you have heard from him. The noise alongside the intimate nature of how close you press against each other goes beyond sex; it wordlessly screams something else unknown to you that you can't figure out.

Before you try to grasp the words, Remmick grunts through his teeth. "Mine. Mo shíol. An corp seo.” That language you don't comprehend spills out of him in breathless punches, like he can't stop it. You don't recognise anything except the claiming edge to it.

You swear you feel the base of his cock pulse inside you again, but you don't care in this moment.

His voice cracks into desperate pieces as his thighs tremble with each thrust. “Tá mé ag teacht!” Remmick ruts into you until he bottoms out with one final, harsher motion. With a throaty whimper that eases into a drawn-out growl, you feel him shiver as he empties himself into you again. The heat of it is intense, so much of him that it forces your walls to rhythmically snap around him again as you cry out.

Remmick's hips give shallow thrusts into you even after he's done, overstimulating himself until it's all too much for him. When he finally stills, he's still holding you close like he's scared to let go. You aren't sure why that makes your heart flutter the way it does, but you love the way Remmick affectionately presses sated kisses to your neck and down the top of your spine. Even with the occasional sweep of his tongue over the sweat on your skin.

You wait for him to pull out, but he doesn't. Between the soft pants that are beginning to level out, he whispers to you in a hoarse breath. “Ba mhaith… fanacht ionat…" Remmick wets his lips as he catches his breath, shaking his head lightly to clear it, enough to try again. "Wanna… stay..." Your cheeks burn as he shifts his hips to highlight his point that his words can't seem to manage right now. Although you can't see him in the mirror, you peer up as if you can. The tiredness seeps into your bones, and you only nod, getting a pleased whimper from him as he slowly manoeuvres you both to lie on your side, still connected at the hips.

Remmick doesn't question why he feels compelled to do it; he only lets the need to stay inside you consume him. When you agree, his chest swells, pleased that you would let him.

When your head rests against the pillow, you feel dazed. Despite the longer claws on the end of Remmick's fingers, when one hand threads underneath your pillow, you find that it brings you a great deal of comfort.

His other clawed hand pulls the covers over you, before they snake underneath to rest on your stomach. You're surprised by how quickly Remmick seems to doze off; you can only assume that's the case from the steady purring against you. You don't check to see if you're right before you let the exhaustion consume you whole, and you drift off enclosed in his arms.

The warm yellow of the sun is barely peaking through the curtains, and a lone sunbeam has been slowly creeping through the room as though in search of something. It shines over your face, bright enough to make your eyes scrunch as you shift your face away from it. A smile glosses over you as you feel that Remmick still has you in his arms.

You want to relax back into a snooze, but it immediately hits you that if you stay like this, Remmick will get hurt. The truth and seriousness of it jolt you awake. Your mind goes back to seeing him for the first time, skin blistered and damaged. The thought makes you reach for a blanket to slide over Remmick while you get up, except when you try to move, you note with a hitched breath that the two of you are still joined from the night before. A breathy moan is knocked out of you as you realise, and when you try to shift your hips, you feel your walls clench around his soft length.

There's a twitch inside you in response, and you slap a palm over your mouth to stifle any noise. Your walls gently clench as you carefully shimmy out of Remmick's grasp, pulling away from his cock until sliding out of him completely has you shiver. There's a soft noise from Remmick in his sleep, and you remain stock still until you know he hasn't woken.

You cringe at the state of yourself, partly disgusted at the way Remmick's spend already begins to roll down your thighs when you stand. It's something you force out of your mind as you tuck the curtains into place, removing the last of the sunlight out of the room. The feel of the fabric in your fingers helps to ground you, and your hands linger there as you think. If you wanted to, you could snap the curtains wide open; you know it would kill Remmick and likely in an instant.

But you don't want that.

Maybe when you first met Remmick, but now? That knee-jerk reaction to harming him, gun or otherwise, had melted away from you. Yes, a part of you pitied him for whatever had sent his body haywire, but the truth is: you know that really, you would have wanted him anyway. The longing disguised as hate or anger for him while Remmick was gone, it festered inside until your feelings were polluted. You still don't forgive him for leaving, but his current problems have blindsided you, and realistically, you hope that it will be easier to address once this has all calmed down. If it also means that Remmick doesn't completely drain you, then all the better.

For all his scary pieces, you don't want him gone. That was putting it mildly. An odd feeling tugs at your chest from beneath your ribs, unfamiliar to you and wanting. Logically speaking, you should be terrified that a monster currently lies in your bed, but instead… You thumb the rough floral pattern of the curtain before you let go… No, instead, you might say that you care for him. Cautiously, you walk to his side of the bed, pulling the blanket back down just enough to stop at the back of his head.

If it weren't for whatever… this was, you might have been more easily swayed that his feelings were genuine. That hurts to acknowledge that anything he expresses towards you must be tainted by the state that he is in. Not that either of you knows what it is, exactly. Something about it reminds you of aphrodisiacs you once read about; mentions of oysters, chocolate, some herbs and the like. Not that you think Remmick could eat anything like that, as far as you are aware.

A dull pain tugs at your lower abdomen, and as your hand finds your stomach to absently soothe it, your eyes widen. Wordlessly, you slowly let your eyes drift to the empty cup of tea still on the bedside table.

Your tea.

Vervain. Tea.

There's a small gasp from you as your hand covers your mouth straight away. It couldn't be. Remmick didn't even drink it.

…But he did drink from you, and the herb would be coursing through you since the moment that Remmick found you, when he sank his teeth into your shoulder. The realisation of it all has your head spinning; you might have essentially drugged him without even meaning to. A burning feeling creeps over your face as you hurry out of the room and down the stairs.

You don't want to think about what any of that would mean for anything said or done between you. Not until you're alone to begin to process it.

First, you need to wash up and get some fresh air.

Cheangail tú mé leat = You bound yourself to me / You bound me to you

Mo shíol. An corp seo. = My seed. This body.

Tá mé ag teacht! = I’m coming!

Ba mhaith liom fanacht ionat. - I want to stay inside you.