#sinister thoughts

Your breath was coming quick, you were being squeezed, the snake's going to kill you, everything was too much and you started panicking-

"shhhh. it's alright little one...."

A bony finger gently brushed your face, the thumb rubbing back and forth over your cheek.

"you're sssafe here.... no one's going to hurt you."

You feel something slide over your neck up to your head, starting to lovingly caress your head. Back and forth in a slow deliberate motion.

Almost as fast as you started to panic, you started calming down, your breath slowing down.

Two phalanges caught you under your chin and tilted your face up towards a skeletal face- one socket lit up with a beautiful magenta light, with blue spirals swirling in and around it.

"you are safe in my embrace... i'm wrapped all around you, body and mind, and you're safe and sound..."

The caress of his voice, his fingers, his tail. Almost instantly your thoughts disappear, the panic forgotten. All you know is this lamia's coils, his hold, how he cradles you so sweetly... so nice.

"here in my coils you can let go of everything. your fear. your worries. your thoughts."

Your eyes were already reflecting his magic when he licks his fangs hungrily.

"your will..."

His snake body starts to unwound from yours, and you feel the chill of the night, feeling exposed. You long for that comforting, smothering presence around you again, like a weighted blanket over you, hiding you from the world.

You're laying on a thick part of his body, your arms and legs draped around it, not even able to meet your hands if you tried to wrap your arms around him.

He lowers you, in that makeshift cradle, hanging under the tree branch that creaks a little under the weight of his body, though far from breaking. The end of his tail loops around the branch, and he starts to sway you from side to side, rocking you.

"there is nothing for you to fear, little prey." he croons, having wrapped his upper body around the part of the branch close to the bark, hanging over you, watching you with bright, excited eyes.

"only my scales under you... only my voice... only me and you in this world."

Your eyelids start to droop, still staring into that beautiful eye of his. You want to keep looking at it, but your eyelids felt so heavy... And when he brushes his hand over your head, so soft, you can't keep them open any longer, and your head drops onto his body.

"good girl." He praises, continuing to brush your head.

His tongue flickers, against your head and your face, but you don't move- not even a flinch. He can see that you're even starting to smile, your unconscious self apparently enjoying the attention. Or maybe  his control over you, taking away the responsibility of choice.

Maybe both.

He chuckles quietly as the wind comes by to rustle the leaves, a little lullaby for his sweet little prey.

"just relax... there's nothing else that you must do. you can't resist me. you've fallen deeply... deeply asleep. so peaceful, so safe and happy surrounded by my presence. surrender yourself to my will, for you are mine..."

Back and forth his body moves. Your mind falls to his power, and you don't have the strength nor the will to break free.

“Let go of me you creep!” you yelled, trying to stomp his feet, yanking your arms away from him, but his grip was impossibly strong. How the hell can a guy as thin as him be so strong?! No matter how much you struggled he seemed undisturbed. In fact, it was easy for him to bring your wrists together to hold in one hand-

You yelped when his other hand grabbed the side of your face and tilted your head to the side.

“W-what are you-!” your voice squeaked higher than you expected it to be, but you only had a second of embarrassment before you went stock still.

... He had pressed his face into your exposed neck and shoulder. He sighed, his warm breath flowing over your skin like a soft waterfall, making goosebumps break all over your skin.

“You know very well what I’m trying to do, angel.” he murmurs, every word felt on your sensitive neck, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from yelping. It was like you could feel his fangs lengthening against your skin. They grew past his lower lip and grazed you a little.

... You could feel how sharp they were...

“What do you think a vampire’s doing when he’s pressing his face to your neck like this?”

You’re shivering. You don’t say a thing to him, only a whimper escaping your throat, wiggling in his hold.

Victor hums when he hears your whimper, nuzzling into your neck. “Shhh... it’s alright darling. You have to understand I don’t want to hurt you.”

You gasp when he inhales a long, greedy, hungry breath on your skin.

“I love you. I would never put you in danger.”

A chill runs up your spine when he starts placing soft, gentle kisses, trailing from your neck near your hairline to your shoulder.

“... But...”

You can’t stop your squeak when his kisses turn less innocent- open-mouthed and wet. They’re loud, almost sloppy, and you don’t think they’re strictly ‘kisses’ when you feel him sucking on your skin a little; the fingers on your face digging a little into your cheek and his other hand squeezing your wrists.

“I-I can’t help it...” his voice wavers, his breath heavy. “Your blood... I can s-smell it... just under your skin...”

He groans. “I-it smells... so good...”

Your mouth opens but no sound comes out- horror on your face when you feel a tongue- a long tongue. Warm and wet and noisy, sliding from your shoulder to your clavicle, the pointed tip squirming its way under your jaw. Your whole body shudders in disgust as it flicks away from under you, and Victor lets out a long, breathy sigh.

“P-please Victor...” your whole body’s still shaking, you can’t stop shaking- “d-don’t d... don’t hurt me...”

Your stomach drops when you feel him smile against your now-slick skin, the air making it feel cold and making you shudder even more.

“Darling, I told you I won’t hurt you. Not on purpose.”

“Then don’t b-!!”

“It won’t hurt for long.” he suddenly whispers in your ear, lips still wet with his saliva. “I’ve tried so very hard to resist you, but you’re just too much...”

He turned his attention back to your wet shoulder.

“I promise- you won’t feel much.”

A strangled sound comes out your neck when he pulls your head further to the side, like he’s trying to give himself more access to your veins and arteries.

“... Heh,” he sniggers, and you can feel those grown fangs gently drag over your shoulder. “You might even like it.”