"Please, please, please, please_" Julian throws his hips back to meet every thrust, with little regard to how much it'll bruise by next morning. He's insatiable, his fingers gripping the sheets as he sweats. "I'm close, Боже мой, я близко!!” He whimpers, his hole tightening around you. Just a little more, just a little- "No- nnngh!!" He winces, pressing his thighs together. The cockring clenched around him flashes green, and suddenly he's reeling. He tries to keep thrusting. He grabs his cock and pumps desperately, but it only makes it hurt. He's just on the edge of orgasm, but the enchanted ring won't let him. You pull out and he wails in despair, flopping onto the bed like he's dying. Dying from no nut. His beautiful eyes are wet with tears. They cling to his eyelashes. He looks at you, the one who currently holds his pleasure in their hands. You could grant him sweet mercy, or torture him further. Who is he kidding? You both know what you'll do. You gently rub his back. "My poor, poor little pirate. Do you want to cum?" He nods feverishly, "yes, oh yes, my love I ache so terribly!" "But, Ilya do you deserve to cum?" He whimpers, his eyes casting back down. "No master…” "Have you earned it?" He shakes his head. "Not yet. Please- let me earn it? I can be good, so good! Give me a chance, master…” "Oh, you'll earn it soon enough. Roll over, let me see your dirty cock." "Yes master!" He immediately obeys. Such a good boy. "I'm going to bring you to the edge a few more times, ok? You have to suffer a bit before you get your reward." "Ah… I… I can't!!" "Oh, you can't?" You ask, voice heavy with disappointment. "I-I'll try master! I'll try! I'll do my best for you!!" "Oh, what a good boy. So good. You'll earn your cumming in no time!"

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry. 

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?” 

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily. 

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles. 

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth. 

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut. 

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder. 

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder. 

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle. 

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor. 

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris. 

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel. 

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely. 

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace. 

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs. 

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body. 

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt. 

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want. 

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching. 

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you. 

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip. 

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh. 

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.

—So.— you started scolding him, —why did you do that? You came, even though i demanded you to hold it.—

—I-I'm sorry, mistress, it was too good.— he whined, you had him at your mercy, holding his chin with your hand, tickling his throat with two fingers.

—Was it? Or you just were that desperate, little slut?—

—Yes, mistress, i am, i need your touch, please.— he looked at you, grey eyes filled with lust, pleading to be yours, so needy, so obedient.

—But, baby, you know the rules.— a subtle, sadistic yet angelic grin crossed your lips, Julian was aching, but you were just starting the fun for that night.

You commanded him to get in all fours in the matress, he obeyed, with no complains at all. His pale, freckled skin shivered at the contact with your cold hands, tracing his spine with a hand, and putting a silk blindfold in his eyes.

Julian's body was hot, almost steaming from the contact with the cold air, he was blindfolded, with no clue of what you were up to, but excited, waiting for your punishment to finally make him tremble.

You grabbed the whip, the one you know he likes, and started to approach him slowly, torturing him with the sound of your steps getting closer. He tensed, and put his ass on display for you, breathing heavily and moving his hips towards the air, hoping to meet something.

You layed down the first hit on his lower back, leaving a reddish mark you would take care of later. His moan was heavenly, he was provoking you, Julian knows how much you love his sweet sounds.

You lashed him, time after time, until you noticed he started to lose balance, wanting him to endure, you let him go. The blindfold was damp with his tears from the painful pleasure, but you were not taking it off just yet.

He changed positions at your command, now he was sitting at the edge of the bed, with his hands tied behind his back.

You kissed him roughly and even when he was running out of air, he still protested by whimpering softly when you broke the contact.

You started licking and biting your way on his body, from the neck to his abdomen, stopping to stroke his very hard cock, he was struggling not to cum on the spot.

You begin to work, licking his balls, and rubbing circles on his gland with your thumb. When you finally took him into your mouth, he was only able to moan and let out breathy sounds along with broken words and sentences, "please", "so good", "mc" , "more". His sounds were honey to your ears.

He looked so cute, you knew it was enough, so you told him he was able to cum. He cummed his load in you mouth and lips, some of it dripping to your chin, it was hard to keep all of him inside your mouth, Julian's cock was so big, so long, the tip of him kissing your cervix when you were riding him.

He cried and begged one more time, —Mistress, let me see you, you always look so gorgeous with mi seed, please, i'm begging.— drooling, and sweating, he was a mess, just the way you liked it.

—Oh, Ilya, my dear, do you think you deserve it?—

  “Come on,” you grunted, bearing Julian’s dead weight as you dragged him out of the Rowdy Raven. He was no help at all, not bothering to pick up his feet and instead putting his energy towards wrapping his arms around you tightly, pressing sloppy kisses into the back of your neck and giggling with drunken excitement at the impromptu piggyback ride you were giving him.

  “I warned you,” he giggled, “I’ve been the ch.. champ… the champ… the winner of the Rowdy Raven’s drinking contests f-for s-sseveral years in a row, no one can outdrink me!”

  “Yes, and I’m very proud of you for it,” you rolled you eyes, but a smile was on your lips and there was a rosy parlor adorning your own cheeks. You had felt sick a few rounds in, and tapped out. But Julian? You couldn’t believe how long he lasted, he had beaten sailors and drunkards twice his size and triple his weight class. You didn’t even know where all that alcohol went inside him.

  “You’re… proud of me?” He asked, then he suddenly decided to stand on his own and attempt to skip through the streets in glee, splashing through puddles and stumbling three steps in, landing against the wall with a spectacular tumble. He attempted to play off the misstep by folding his arms and leaning a foot on the wall, pretending he had intentionally smacked into the bricks at full speed.

  “I’m very impressed, this is the drunkest I’ve seen you in a while. You’ll be lucky if I let you play that contest again!”

  “But they’ll miss me, and I’ll… I’ll miss hearing you cheer me on, my beloved! My adorable! My cutest!”

  He reached out his arms, and you embraced him- if only to keep him from tripping again while chasing you down. He nuzzled his face into your hair, giggling like an idiot. Despite how much of a fool he was behaving like… you admittedly enjoyed seeing him looking so happy and carefree. You remembered, not too long ago, finding him drinking away his sorrows at the same tavern, spending his nights brooding. You’d rather him feel overly elated rather than self-flagellating.

  But suddenly, Julian pushed away from you, looking terribly embarrassed. “Wait, where’s, how… how far are we from home?”

  “A ways away.”

  He cursed under his breath, then asked,

  “A-and the raven?”

  “We just left, they’re closed shut.”

  “I-I…I…”

  “What’s wrong, Julian…?”

  “I… Ihavetopee. Bad.”

  “O-oh,” you looked frantically around. There were no witnesses. You quickly ushered him into an alley.

  “Here, no one is looking. I’ll keep watch.”

  He nodded, unbuckling his belt, but he was having difficulty undressing himself.

  You came behind him, quickly undressing him and pulling down his pants- just in time as he couldn’t contain it any longer. He gasped, whimpering with relief as he finally relieved himself onto the brick of the alley.

  “I… I like it when you help me…”

  “Yeah, anytime my love...”

  “I really like it when you watch me piss, too.”

  “…wh-what…?”

  The next morning, Julian felt like he had fallen down every flight of stairs in Vesuvia. He dragged himself to the kitchen, a resounding pounding in his skull. He began to prepare pitch black coffee, cursing himself and the torture he set himself up for the night before.

  “Good mourning,” you called to him cheerily. His heart felt warm. You, oh he loved you. You smiled, warming his poor, hungover heart. You grabbed the kettle, pouring the coffee for him. He liked it when you helped h-

  Oh gods.

  “A-about last night… did I… say anything… unusual?”

  “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

  “…are you sure? Nothing… too dirty?”

  “Not for me. I mean, I could’ve guessed you were into piss.”

  He nearly choked on his coffee. 

  “I-I’m tremendously sorry, it was inappropriate of me to-“

  “Ilya,” you said, stopping him before he began blaming himself.

  “Y-yes, my love?”