#vampire san

Denial is the first stage of grief. 

When you woke up in a foreign place, the previous evening was a blur. You remembered getting ready with your friends. The hour it took to get all the little details in your outfit and makeup perfect. There were giggles among your friends cramming in the small apartment bathroom. Jokes about who could get the most free drinks were only half serious. It was going to be a night to remember—your exact words to the group. 

Funny how that didn’t work out. 

San. 

You remember meeting San. A man with hypnotizing eyes, a strong jawline, and a broad frame that was utterly earned muscle. He checked off everything on your mental checklist of attractiveness. It was the smile that exposed pretty dimples that melted through any of your defenses. He strolled up, dripping with confidence in a scandalously buttoned satin shirt and a pair of leather pants that hugged his thighs devastatingly well. He mentioned he was a dancer when he flirted with you. Dancers always have sculpted thighs and fabulous stamina. 

“Let me show you,” he said while pulling you onto the dance floor. “One dance isn’t harmless?”

You let him guide you through the growing mass of patrons, without so much as a look back at the girls avidly encouraging you. Your bodies melded together with ease. You two were puzzle pieces, meant to be, as his touch stayed featherlight on your hips. 

San wasn’t lying; there was a gracefulness in his moves that flowed harmoniously to the deafening beat of the music. One dance turned to three before you knew it. You were a doomed sailor trapped under his siren spell. There was no exhaustion in your limbs, no ache from the questionable choice of shoes you picked tonight, and no care for anyone else as long as you stayed in his embrace. 

And that’s where the memories end. No matter how hard you try to focus, it’s just blank. A dark void, straining your already hungover mind. Perhaps you drank too much and didn’t remember coming home with San. Your clothes are still on, simply crinkled from rolling around in your sleep. San isn’t here next to you. Maybe he let you sleep it off. One-night stands might be rare for you, but it’s not a worry. You can find your shoes and purse, thank him for his hospitality, and then hail a taxi home. It’s a little awkward to explain to your friends; however, you could just flub some details to prevent intrusive questions. Yes, this was the plan. 

You slip out of the plush bedding, bare feet sinking into the shag carpet. It’s then that you take in the details of the bedroom. A majority of the men in your life kept their apartments in a minimalist style, sleek and filled with shades of grey or black. Not San; the bedroom had shades of red with dark walls, giving the room some sort of gothic romance vibe. 

He’s got taste. 

Your purse sits at the end of the bed, resting on a footstool. It takes two strides to close the distance. Everything, including your cash, is accounted for when you go through it. The cellphone inside is dead, blinking a battery icon before the screen goes black. Still no reason to panic just yet. He respected your privacy and didn’t go through your belongings. Maybe he didn’t have a charger compatible with your phone? Or now that he earned his night with you, he didn’t care. 

Long burgundy curtains call out to you when you notice no clock in the room. You hook an arm through the thin leather strap attached to your purse as you walk over to look out. The rings holding the curtain scrape along the rod as the curtain is pulled back. There are no sounds of the city. No sunlight blinding you. Instead of a window like you expected, a brick wall stands tall in front of you. A little weird, yet it makes sense; by chance he didn’t like the exposed brick. He used the curtains to maintain the darker aesthetic. Basement apartments are common in the city. 

Fine, you didn’t need to know the time. You will find San, borrow his phone to call a taxi, and then leave. Except for a few minor details, the plan remains the same. 

At the bedroom door, you hesitantly wrap your fingers around the gold handle. There is no resistance when you make a half turn to the right, but pushing or pulling won’t budge the door. It’s locked. San placed you here, then flicked a lock in place so you couldn’t leave. You try once more. No matter how you turn the handle, you can’t leave the room. Panic creeps its way through your body. Now you should be concerned. Red flags and loud alarms are screaming in your head. 

This isn’t right. 

How did this happen? Why can’t you remember anything past dancing with San? How are hours of your time just gone? Was it drugs? Perhaps a spiked drink? Why is he keeping you here? Did you fall in love with the one evil person in the club, and now you’re doomed? Were you fated to wake up in a bathtub filled with ice and both your kidneys removed?

“San?” You call out, voice uneasy from the fear. 

There is movement on the other side of the door. Footsteps approach, and out of instinct, you back away, wanting to keep the distance from San until he explains what his intentions are. The sound of the lock shifting fuels your fight-or-flight response. You need to leave immediately. Forget waiting for a taxi; you will walk barefoot to a gas station if it gets you out of here sooner. 

The door opens, and San appears. Gone is the satin shirt, replaced with a simple tee. Pajama pants hang low on his hips. His previously styled hair is now a mess of wet locks from a shower. His casual clothes are slightly reassuring. If he were going to harvest your organs, surely he would wear something that won’t hold evidence. 

“Good morning.” He says sweetly, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “How did you sleep?”

You swallow the nervous lump trapped in your throat. “Fine. I’d like to leave now. My friends are probably so worried.” 

San’s expression deadpans. He speaks nonchalantly, unaffected by your clear distress. “You’re not going anywhere, angel.”

“Are you out of your mind?” 

“Beloved, it’s still early. Why don’t you try to sleep a little longer, yeah?” San suggests slowly taking a step closer. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“You’re crazy.” You say with a forced laugh. The organ harvesting theory comes up again. You need to leave now. The window to get past him would be small. You might manage to run before he traps you in the room once more. If you could just get a little closer to the exit, it should be a clear shot. It’s better than sticking around. You stall a little longer with your words as you try to creep closer to the door. “I’m not your ‘beloved’ or your ‘angel.’ You’re going to let me out of this room.” 

“Shh, now.” He coos, closing the remaining distance. A hand of his finds your chin. His grip is tight as he tilts your head, forcing eye contact. The irises are blood red as they expand and shrink the longer you look. You never noticed last night. Not that you could tell in the array of colorful lights strobing in the club. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” San says, maintaining his calm, confident demeanor. His word is law, and you can’t fight it. You can’t pull away. That spell of his gaze is overpowering. It’s just as strong now as it was last night. “You’re going to go sit down like the good girl I know you are while I finish making your breakfast. It’s the most important meal for humans.”

In the next blink, San was gone. You are alone in the room once more, the door shut, the deadbolt clicking in place. Your feet betray you, turning you on your heel, moving on their own volition towards the bed where you sit. How did it end up like this? How did you fall so hard into this spider’s trap?

The devil was a gentleman. A gentleman who wears expensive clothes and smiles prettily while he charms his way close enough to you. You slipped into his arms on that dance floor, allowing him to steal you away while the surrounding crowd was oblivious. Now here you are, unable to disobey him, more confused than you were when you first woke up. You can’t stay here. 

This is not your fate. 

By day three trapped in the bedroom, you learn more about what San is. The knife you stole from the steak dinner he offered you pierces through his shoulder with ease. His howl of pain fills the room. Tears flood his lash line as he stares in disbelief. That’s all you need to see. You don’t stick around, letting him struggle to reach behind him for the handle to pull out. The bedroom door slams against the wall, and you take the ascending stairs two at a time. 

You reach the upper floor landing before being tackled to the ground. San pursued you at a speed that is abnormal for a human. Your limbs struggle against the crushing weight of his frame. He easily manipulates your limbs until you are flat on your back and pinned down. The growl leaving him reverberates against your own chest cavity. Then the answers to your burning questions are right in your line of sight. Inches from you are two sharp, elongated fangs.

Vampire. 

San is a vampire. 

The rumors are true. There are vampires in the city. People joked about their existence. Tales to keep younger people away from the dangers of nightlife. Drunk ramblings from homeless people. You ignored the warnings. Vampires were just folklore to you. 

“Stop fighting me!” he hissed out when you struggled with renewed determination. “It’ll only be worse for you.”

“Please,” you plead under him. “Just let me go!”

“Why would you do this, angel?” His voice shifts, softer and filled with pain. “How am I supposed to resist when your fear smells so good?” Your eyes wrench shut when he leans closer. A surprised gasp slips past your lips when the unfamiliar sensation of his wet tongue drags along your carotid artery. “I just want a small taste.”

“Don’t”

“It’s only fair, right?” San doesn’t even acknowledge your protest. “If you spill my blood, I will take yours to replace it.”

That was the first time San fed on you. It wouldn’t be the last. He became addicted to your blood. He couldn’t get enough. Every day, he would come down, bringing you meals and taking your blood as payment. You fought every time, yet in the end you were no match for the creature. 

It takes less than two weeks to hit the bargaining stage of grief. Cue all the nights you spent on your knees begging to be released. It didn’t matter how he did it, just as long as it happened. Have him erase all of your memories with his compulsion. Leave you on the side of the highway. You wouldn’t say a word. No one would believe a vampire kidnapped you. 

Your request offended San. You just didn’t understand yet. When walking this earth as long as him, you knew when you found the person meant for you. Meeting you at the club was fate. There was a little red string tying you and him together. You just couldn’t see it. It just took time. He didn’t want to hear your woes anymore. There is no leaving; this is your home. You have everything here with him. What is there to go home to? Your friends and family accepted that you are gone from this world. Time moved on for them. 

Besides, isn’t this what every woman wants, even if it’s too good to be true? Fresh flowers every week, things on your wishlist bought periodically, and the takeout you crave when you want it. San doesn’t care about the expense. The cost isn’t a problem if it keeps you happy, if it keeps you from wanting to leave. You could have anything. Those were the words haunting you for the last few days. You weren’t even sure if it was days. Maybe it’s been over two weeks now. You lost track. It’s all been a blur the longer your reality of escaping was continuously squashed. 

Anger is the third stage.

Despite the mess you made, despite how much you broke and how much you screamed, San was unbothered. He expected this phase. This was good; you are progressing well and working through your emotions. He validated you. It’s hard being away from friends and family. You gave up everything to be here. You just didn’t know how to handle the overwhelming pressure. Acting out isn’t punishable. Any messes could be cleaned, furniture was replaceable, and new clothing could be ordered.

“It’s okay, angel.” He would say it as if he weren’t standing in a destroyed bedroom. “I’m not mad. I’ll fix this.”

So time continued to move. Days continued to pass by. Though being in captivity, depression came as a powerful tsunami, driving any emotion out until the damage left nothing but a shell of your previous self. You didn’t eat, and you didn’t fight when he stole your blood. San still took care of you despite being forced to. A living doll he fed, cleaned, and dressed up, using his own hands and compulsion as needed. 

That’s when the gift of Salem arrived. A black cat filled with affection for you. Your spirits lifted as you found comfort in the new companion. He required your attention and care. A responsibility you took seriously, forever worried San would take him away. For a moment, the thought of leaving was silenced. You were too focused on the way Salem slept next to you, purring away, completely content, unaware of the severity of your situation. 

It didn’t mean you gave up completely. Your escape plan was shifting. Smuggling out a cat would be easier than killing a vampire. Yet every time you tried, the vampire was there to see every new plan fail. 

San’s strategy changed after that. He used Salem against you to pull at your heartstrings. “You would abandon your companion so easily,” he would say. “Salem is your sweet baby boy. It’s too cruel for even you.”

And if the gaslighting and guilt didn’t work, well, there was the reliable compulsion. 

Honestly, he hated using it. He wanted every emotion to be genuine. You would come around to loving him. The undead creature had nothing but time; he could wait you out. There was no going back, no freedom. It’s just a matter of time until you accept him. Even if you refused him with all of your might, it would be inevitable for you to crack. Humans need companionship; they need affection and attention. Salem wouldn’t be enough. You would seek San out. He knows this. 

It was a battle you would lose, and today might be the day. 

San slips through the door around four am, judging by the new digital clock you asked for. You abandoned the normal human sleep schedule to match his long ago. Your internal clock was flipped entirely so you could enjoy the nights with him. With the lack of windows down here, you wouldn’t know if it was daytime, anyway.

The vampire brought a gift tonight. In his arms are two dozen black roses. He spoke about them all week with excitement. As long as you didn’t remove them from the container, they would last for three years, perfectly preserved and requiring no maintenance. A perfect centerpiece for your kitchen table. 

“What do you think?” San asks with genuine curiosity when placing the roses down in front of you. He shifts his body weight onto the other foot, nervous about your response as if he were a schoolboy confessing to his crush.

“They’re lovely.” You answer, voice timid. The dyed petals are velvety soft to your touch. Each one appears perfectly colored and quality-checked, no doubt costing a pretty penny. “This is so thoughtful.”

San shrinks into himself, bashful at the comment. “I’m glad you think so. You deserve only the best.”

This creature in front of you kills humans for their blood for sustenance. He’s taken your blood to quench his thirst. He manipulates you when you refuse him. This man ruined your life. He uprooted all of your dreams and goals.

You should fear him. 

There should be nothing but hatred burning deep in your heart. After everything he’s done to ruin your life, the only thing you should do right now is drive a stake through his undead heart to end him. 

Though for some unknown reason you can’t. 

At first, you assumed it was fear. You are not strong enough to kill him. He has the strength of three men. The speed is unmatched by any creature. His powers can’t be resisted. Even if he got close enough thanks to your trust, it wouldn’t be enough for you to hurt him. 

And a cruel voice in the back of your head says you shouldn’t. San was right. Not one person has spent this energy on you before. No one has devoted their entire existence to you. No human man would go to these lengths. They were selfish, disgusting beings typically fueled by their own selfish greed. 

The soft brush of fingers against your cheek pulls you from your thoughts. San’s voice is softer, a little more than a whisper. “What has your head in the clouds today?”

“Just thinking about how much you love me.”

“Yeah?” he asks, a fond smile forming on his lips. “Are you understanding my love now?”

“I do.” You nod. “No one else goes to these lengths.”

“Because no one else can, angel. That’s all I’ve ever wanted you to understand.” San is gentle when leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. His gaze lingers on you, full of nothing but fondness for you. “I love you with my entire being. I will give you everything. Whatever you wish. I’ll be your slave. All I ask is for your devotion to me.”

His proposition is so simple. You just don’t have to fight it. Just welcome his love with open arms. It would be that easy. No more fights. No more lost time from the compulsion. All you have to do is say yes. Cave in and let those last walls of defense crumble. 

How long will you drag this out? If you were escaping, it would have happened already. 

San gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before speaking again. “I need to go make your lunch.”

“Wait,” you speak up, reaching for his hand to stop him from leaving. He doesn’t move, eyes back on you, waiting for you to continue. “I… I’m hungry for something else right now.”

“Angel, are you sure? If we cross this line, I don’t think I can go back.”

The last stage of grief is acceptance. Is that what this is? If you do this, then the fight in you is a candle you extinguished on your own. This was a line San never crossed. Yes, he would take your blood against your will, but not your body like this. It was a sacred gift you would give when you were ready. 

“I want you.” You stated, trying to sit up straighter in some attempt to appear more confident. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

His eyes bore into yours, searching for any clue of trickery. Is there another escape plan brewing inside you? He could use his compulsion and make you answer with honesty. Though if he wants your trust, then he should accept yours without hesitation. It’s only fair. 

“I… I don’t know if we’re there yet.” He answers after a moment, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. Perhaps he didn’t expect this so soon. The lack of confidence surprises you. He was genuine about not crossing this line in the sand until you took the step over it. 

You rise to your feet while adjusting your hold on his hand. He allows you to pull him closer. There’s no fear coursing through your veins. Just the spike of excitement at the potential of what is about to occur. “You said you would take care of all my needs. Was that a lie?”

“No!” San answers immediately, offended at such a claim. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Prove it then. Prove your so-called love to me.”

His lips crash against yours the second the words leave your lips. The kiss is filled with fiery passion. All of his self-restraint and desire molded into one overwhelming presence. You don’t fight when his tongue slips in to explore your mouth. There’s still a hint of coffee from when he made you a cup this morning. His argument was that if he knew how sweet you liked it, then he could make it correct. 

Once again you are reminded how it’s all for you. 

Maybe it’s time to be selfish then. If he wants to give, then you should take. Take more than you can handle. Bleed this creature in your own way. Be demanding, be spiteful with it. Keep this beast on its knees and on a short leash. Take control and have all the power. 

San only breaks the kiss just long enough for you to take a gasp of air in. Then he’s on you once more; this time he lets your own tongue explore when you prod at his lips. You notice how sensitive his fangs are when running your tongue along one. It appears to drive him wild; he can’t get close enough to you. His hands wander over your body. Fingers tangle in your hair to hold the back of your head while the other moves to the small of your back to pull you flush against him. There’s no escaping the embrace. Even when he backs you up towards the bed. 

Your legs hit the side of the bed a few seconds later, and when he urges you down, he releases his hold, finally giving you a moment to catch your breath. San watches you scoot up the bed with a predatory gaze. The corner of his lips twitches up, amused at how your heart rate spikes again. You haven’t stopped being a bug trapped in his web, and he finally gets to devour you the way he wants. 

As graceful as a cat, San slowly crawls onto the bed to join you. The mattress dips where his knees slot on either side of your thighs. His eager hands helped you pull your shirt up and off. San tossed the clothing aside, leaving your breasts on display. Out of instinct, or maybe being self-conscious, your hands rest across your stomach, obscuring his view. 

“No, angel, no,” San coos, soft and honeyed, reaching for your shielding arms. He’s cautious as he pins you down to the bed; both of your arms now rest on either side of your head. It’s a loose grip, one you could break out of if you wanted to. He’s so gentle with you. Or perhaps he’s far too lost in the sight of you under him. His eyes trail over your body, lust heavy in his voice. “Let me see all of your flawless body. Don’t be shy.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” He replies, a hint of anger in his tone now. It’s a warning, a reminder his word is law here. There is no room for disagreement.  

The words you were ready to spew remain trapped in your throat. He distracts you by using a hand to run down in one smooth motion along the length of the fabric, unbuttoning his shirt seamlessly. An impressive action, though the sneak peek of the toned body causes your breath to catch in your throat. San smirks cockily in response. He knows his beauty; he knows your conflicted feelings, and now the last wall between you two is crumbling when your shaky hands reach for him. 

He shrugs off his shirt, letting the material slip off his broad shoulders, allowing you the perfect opportunity to appreciate his muscled physique. He fed recently, judging by how there is color in his skin, a gorgeous sun-kissed tone from his human days. The more you observe, and the more you touch, you notice there are no scars, no blemishes, just a perfect form of a carved god. 

San’s eyes flutter shut as he lets you continue to run the pads of your fingers down his chest, across the planes of his stomach, and down to his pants. He’s so content, savoring this intimate moment as long as he can so it’ll be ingrained in his memories. One of your palms cups the bulge of his hardening cock. In an instant, you are rewarded with a sinful groan that rumbles through the vampire’s chest. It’s low, almost a purr of satisfaction. After all this time, his lover is touching him so intimately on their own terms. If he were a human, this would be enough for him to cum in his pants like a horny teenager. 

“You’re the only human to drive me this crazy,” San rasps out before leaning down for another kiss. He speaks against your lips. “Angel, please, tell me it’s okay to have you.”

Over you, his body quivers, waiting for your answer. There is a battle raging inside him, quite literally fighting his self-control. Despite his lack of a moral compass, he waited, knowing this would be more satisfying. There’s no fight left inside you. You are caving into the beliefs he spewed every day. 

His eyes lock on you when he speaks again. Somehow his tone is even more desperate as he continues to plead. “I beg of you. I’ll give you pleasure you never knew existed.”

“Take it.” You say, voice soft, though you had no doubt the vampire could hear you clear as day. This was it, the last barrier of defense. You were submitting all of yourself to him. “Worship me like you promised.”

Without hesitation, San sits back on his knees, hands finding the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your hips raise off the bed, and in one gentle motion, he pulls your remaining clothing down your thighs and off your body. Just like your shirt, he tosses the clothing away, now settling between your spread thighs. The vampire appears lost in a daze, taking in every inch of you that is exposed to him. 

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows over his face. You didn’t move, lying on the rumpled satin sheet, chest rising and falling with anticipation. San waits till your legs part wider to invite him closer. A shiver traveled up your spine as his icy fingers traced along the smooth curves of your inner thighs, simply enjoying the heat radiating from your pussy. 

“Oh, angel, your body is fucking perfection,” San murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. He leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your hip bone. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, thumbs brushing the sensitive crease where leg met torso. “Every goddamn inch of you is so soft.”

Your fingers thread through his soft locks as he nuzzles lower. San’s lips ghosted over your pubic bone, inhaling deeply, groaning at your scent. “I wanted to taste you that night at the club. You were so wet when we danced,” he said, voice husky. Without hesitation, he drags his tongue flat against your folds, tasting the first hint of arousal. Shame warmed your face. You were already so slick, and he lapped it up greedily, his saliva mixing with the wetness to create a glistening sheen.

He parted your folds with his thumbs, exposing you fully to his gaze. “Look at this beautiful clit, swollen and begging for me,” San whispered, blowing a cool stream of air over it before diving in. His lips sealed around the sensitive nub, sucking gently at first. Once he earned your moans, he went harder, fueled with determination to get you really vocal. The love of his life was enjoying his touch, enjoying him. His tongue flicked rapidly while he hummed in approval, the vibrations sending jolts through you.

Saliva and your arousal dripped from his mouth as he worked, coating your thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath your ass. San didn’t care about the mess; he reveled in it, letting strings of spit connect his lips to your pussy each time he pulled back to admire his handiwork. “You’re so wet for me, angel. Tastes so fucking good. Better than I imagined,” he praised, plunging his tongue deep into your hole, now thrusting it in and out, mimicking a cock. All while his nose rubbed against your clit.

Your hips bucked as your moans filled the room the longer San continued. The vampire didn’t require time to breathe. He could maintain his pace, building your orgasm up. No man could ever bring the promise of a high this effortlessly, this quickly. 

“I’m going to come.” You warn, hands slipping away from the crown of his head, down to grasp the sheets in a tight hold to ground you or to keep you from ascending from this world. “Don’t stop.”

You knew enough to know San wouldn’t dream of it. His actions never faltered; he waited the wave of pleasure out until you were boneless on the bed, and your whining from overstimulation told him he was allowed to pull away. 

“Every inch of you is mine. No one will ever have the privilege of seeing you like this. Only me,” he growls, strings of saliva stretching from his lips to your dripping pussy. “Do you even know how pretty you are when you come?” he continued, eyes dark with lust. “How am I supposed to stop?”

Then he dove back in, lips sealing around your clit once more. Two fingers pushed inside you with minimal resistance, instantly curling to search for that spongy spot deep inside you. He didn’t care how much you writhed across the bed; he simply followed. There wasn’t even a complaint when your thighs clamped around his head, trapping him in place. Still, San didn’t let up, keeping his promise to worship you. 

“Come again for me, angel,” he urged, his voice muffled against you. “Give it to me. I’ve earned it.”

When your second orgasm peaks, a fresh wave of wetness floods his mouth. He swallows eagerly, chasing the excess that trickles down his chin and onto your ass. You physically can’t endure any more. Your heart beats erratically in your chest cavity, ready to shatter your ribs. It takes all of your remaining strength to push him away. 

San is a terrifying sight where he’s perched at the end of the bed. His red pupils have dilated widely, just as they do when he feeds. The entire lower half of his face and chin is soaked. The monster he is would’ve refused to stop despite being drunk on your pussy. It’s a genuine threat he would spend eternity between your thighs. The thought alone has your walls clenching around nothing. 

The action doesn’t go unnoticed. A switch flips in the vampire’s mind, and he’s reminded he can fuck you properly. His gaze doesn’t leave your wet folds as he blindly reaches for the button on his jeans. He fumbles, ripping the fabric in frustration at the few seconds he’s wasting. San doesn’t even undress fully, instead pushing the denim and boxer briefs down his thighs just enough for his hard cock to be free. 

Your eyes widen in shock at the reveal of what is about to be inside you. You would never admit it to his face, but your mouth waters at the mess of precum he smears along the length when he strokes himself. San slots himself impossibly close, letting the tip of his cock rub against your pussy. It’s now when his eyes finally trail back up to you. 

With haughty confidence, he speaks. “You’re mine. Say it, angel. I need to hear it from your lips.” 

“I’m yours,” you answer, hesitation long gone. You would say anything he wanted to have him bury his cock deep inside you sooner. “I understand now. I was always yours.”

San thrives in your answer. He sinks every inch of his cock in one thrust until his hips are flush against yours. Both of his arms hook around your thighs, not only to keep you close but also to provide leverage to drive his cock in and out. There is nothing sweet about his pace. He’s not here to make love to you; he’s here to fuck you after all this time. It’s greedy, as he always is. 

“San!” you cry out, not from the pain but the power behind the vampire’s thrusts. “Sannie, please.”

“You don’t have to beg, angel.” He says, while rutting his hips even faster. His cock now presses impossibly deep, the tip brushing against your cervix to the extent that it’s almost painful. The walls of your pussy mold around him, clinging to keep him buried in you. Your own orgasm comes suddenly, and the wetness fills the room with the sound of skin on skin. You should feel ashamed for allowing this beast to have you. 

“Yes, that’s it.” He moans shamelessly, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull. “Come for me. Don’t you dare hold back!”

As quickly as the high comes, it slips away, allowing you to focus on the creature above you. His eyes are locked on your neck, where your pulse pounds from the elevated heart rate. Fully elongated fangs peeked from under his lips. San doesn’t need oxygen to breathe, but the vampire is panting, a mix of exertion and fighting the fundamental urge to drain you dry. Even with the fear of that possibility, you tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck. A silent invitation for him to take even more of you. 

There is no second thought. The hold on your thighs is gone when San leans forward. His muscular arms wrap around your body, pulling you flush against him. The cold temperature of his skin is jarring against your flushed and sweaty skin. His fangs pierce through the skin with a slight pinch. You gasp, hearing the sound of the vampire swallowing mouthfuls of your blood. And yet, somehow, the vampire’s hips continue to rock at the same aggressive pace.

Your vision spins from the revelation or the blood loss. You’re not even sure anymore. The few seconds of him feeding last a lifetime. San eventually pulls away, letting you sink into the mattress. His hold shifts to your hips, now returning to the task at hand now that his hunger is satiated. 

Shakily, you bring your fingers to the wound on your neck. Blood coats the pads of your fingers as you smear the blood down your chest, across a breast, and right over the hardened nipple. The vampire over you licks his lips before diving forward again. His warm, wet tongue drags along the trail you made before sealing his lips around your nipple, sucking harshly till the taste of your blood is long gone.  

“I knew it would be a matter of time until you understood. It was fate for us to be together.” San mumbles, once again on another one of his delirious rants. “I mean it, you belong to me. You are never leaving. You are mine.”

You slightly nod, head swimming in the clouds as you try to focus on him. “Only yours.”

“Don’t pass out on me now. I want to feel you come around my cock again.” San demands, slipping a hand down to your pussy. His thumb finds your neglected clit, rubbing messy circles, amplifying the jolts of pleasure through your core. “Come on, I know you can.”

“Oh, San!” you gasp out, eyelids fluttering shut while you accept your fate. Another orgasm is inevitable. Is this the third? Fourth? You lost count long ago. How he’s able to build another so quickly and so easily for the nth time is ridiculous. Still, your body goes rigid, perfectly taut under him in anticipation. Release comes a second later, stronger than before. It’s overwhelming and mind-melting until no thoughts flow in your head. All you can focus on is the white-hot pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. 

The reality that San won’t stop is a real possibility. He may be selfish and go until your body gives out. You should stop this madness. Tonight shouldn’t have progressed this far. You wanted to leave. You were going to earn his trust, find a weak spot, and run far away from this place. 

And yet here you are, accepting your fate, the fight long gone. 

You are accepting what he gives.

You accepted him. 

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You plop down onto the muddy road not caring that you are getting dirty. Despair and exhaustion overwhelm you as tears prick your eyes and you smack the ground. “Now what?!” Your tears mix with the rain hitting your face, as if the rain is washing away your sadness and you hate it. You take a few moments to collect yourself before standing back to your feet and wiping your cheeks. You have no other choice; you have to walk home.

The lighting occasionally hitting the earth provides only a slim amount of light for you to see- You can’t even rely on the moon due to the thick clouds blocking the way. You do however feel the road beneath your feet and follow it as best as you can. As long as you stay on this road you should be fine…

You are soaked to the bone, but you walk regardless. Time passes way too slowly and you’re beginning to wonder if you’ll be stuck out here forever. The dark woods lining each side of the woods are eerie, but you chose to ignore that feeling that something is watching you. If you think too hard about it, you’ll freak out and surely find yourself in a more precarious situation. 

As you walk, you think about what you are going to do when you get back home. You’ll make a fire and sit on the hearth in a dry nightgown, warming up your chilled body. You’ll munch on the loaf of bread you made yesterday and let your cat purr in your lap. That image is a lot more welcoming and nicer than your current situation and you walk a bit faster. 

The woods seem to thicken on either side of the road, the branches meeting each other at the top. The rain doesn’t hit you as much, but you can’t see as well. You trip over a rock and land on your hands and knees, the sharp sting of your palms pulsing from the gravel digging into your skin. You hiss in pain and try to look at them, but you can’t see a thing. You sigh and dust your palms gently off on your gown and get back up.

The road opens again and you are met with a majestic castle. The lightning cracks in the sky, illuminating its size and architecture and you are perplexed. How on earth did you end up here? Where are you? You followed the road, you should have been on your way back to your village, but somehow you ended up here. Did you make a wrong turn somewhere? You gape up at the palace and make up your mind, you can see if you can lodge with them for the night. You don’t have a whole lot of money, but you’re more than willing to pay to be safe and dry.

The pathway up the castle grounds is slippery. You trip a few times, but you right yourself quickly and keep going. As soon as you make it up the stone steps and meet the front door, you feel exhausted. You knock hard a few times but you get no answer. Frowning, you knock again and call out, “Excuse me? May I lodge here for the night? I’m more than willing to pay.” Still, you get no answer. Then you notice that the whole palace is completely dark, as if no one and nothing resides here. “That’s odd.” Still, you didn’t know that there was a castle so nearby and you wonder why you’ve never been told about it. You shiver from the cold and reluctantly try to push open the door, and by some miracle, it’s unlocked. 

Your refuge from the rain makes it easier to breathe. The long corridor before you is slightly creepy and dark, but at least you’re out of the storm. The lighting flashing behind the windows lights your way as you walk. The decor is lavish yet is covered by a fine layer of dust and further proves that no one is here. You don’t know if you are comforted by that fact or not, but you’re grateful nonetheless. 

You reach a foyer and see an extravagant staircase on either side of the room that goes all the way up and connects at the top. Giant windows sit behind the stairs leading out to a large balcony that looks like it could be romantic if this place wasn’t so empty and dark. Putting your hand on the cold railing, you begin to ascend the stairs, imagining what life was like when people lived here. 

The rain pelts the stone balcony as you pass by, choosing to take the right hallway and explore. You’re still shivering from the cold and you hope that there is still clothing left behind in this expansive place. You don’t even care if they’re all moth-eaten and falling apart at the seams, you just want to be warm and dry.

The first room you find, you open the door and see that it’s a sitting room. The couches are a deep violet color and you’ve never seen such a royal color used on furniture before. Who lived here? Where did they go? In a way this place feels almost haunted, but you choose to push those worrying thoughts to the side. 

On the walls of the sitting room there are paintings. You see one with a woman who is dressed in an ornate gown, with jewels draped down her neck and hands. She has a golden crown on her head, with a small smile on her face and you wonder who this woman was. Was she royalty? What happened to her? Then you move on to another painting farther into the room and see that it’s of a man. He stands tall, his hand resting on a wooden desk with gold trimmings as he stares stoically. His black hair is styled nicely and you find him to be handsome.

You sigh and exit the room to explore some more.

After searching through three more rooms, you finally find a bedchamber. You smile in relief as you look at the fluffy bed placed in the center of the large room, and you know that it will be extremely comfortable. The canopy above it is that deep violet color you’ve seen throughout the castle, and you approach it curiously. You find that it’s a gossamer silk that feels like smooth butter between your fingers and you move on to exploring the rest of the room. To the side, there are couches and tables for a small sitting area for the person that lived here. You see books stacked on shelves by one wall and then you realize that the shelves are built into the wall itself. The more you look around, the more you’re amazed as to how this place has been sitting here for so long without someone coming across it. No one in your village has ever mentioned a palace nearby, and you don’t know why that is. You assume that at least some people know about it, but why has it been erased from common knowledge?

You approach a door on the opposite side of the room and enter, finding it to be a giant bath suite. A tall, circular tub sits in the middle of the room and you get an idea. 

It takes forever to find the kitchen, light the stove, boil water and haul it up to the tub. Over and over, you haul tubs of boiling water all the way up the stairs and into the bath suite, and by the time it’s full your legs are shaking. You’re utterly exhausted, but you extinguish the fire in the stove and return to the room you’ve chosen to spend the night.

You’ve managed to find candles in your pursuit to find the kitchen, and you light them one by one around the tub. The gentle light is romantic, and you close the door just out of habit. Even though you know that this place is abandoned, it makes you feel better not having the door wide open.

You reach behind you and untie the laces on your corset after shedding your wool hood. The fabric is still soaked, and it feels horrendous on your chilled skin. Peeling every item of clothing off, you leave them all on the cold floor and get into the waters. A satisfied moan leaves your lips as you sit down, the waters reaching your collarbones. After so long, you finally feel warm. You lean back and close your eyes, relishing in the warmth enveloping you.

……..

San stands in the shadows of the bath suite watching you. He’s been watching you ever since he smelled your blood outside of his home. The cuts on your hands drew him in, but he pushed away his hunger letting his curiosity take over. No human has wandered so close to his lair in a long time, let alone entered. Seeing you so unafraid was shocking to him, and he wondered how you were so brave to waltz into a vampire’s den. 

He watched you wander the halls, exploring his home. He watched you admire the painting of him and he wanted to know what you were thinking. You stayed in front of that painting for a long time and a part of him feels pleased that you were so enamored. 

You sigh pleasantly and shift slightly and his eyes immediately go to your throat. He can hear your blood pulsing in your veins and the sweet scent of it enticing him to just have a taste, but he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him. Instead, he focuses on the glowy sheen on your skin from the water and how it drips off of you when you move. How you hum slightly ever so often and how you move your arms under the water. 

You’re beautiful and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

For years he’s been alone in this castle with only his memories to keep him company, and now that you’re here he’s lost the ability to act normally. Should he say hello? Should he leave you alone and watch from afar? He doesn’t know. All he does is watch you and study you to memory. 

……..

As the waters become tepid, you open your eyes and look at the ceiling. Paintings of clouds in the blue sky fill the ceiling and somehow you continuously get shocked by the lavishness of this place. You sigh and finally get out of the tub and dry off with a towel placed on one of the stone counters. 

The air is slightly chilly, so you’re quick to enter the bedchamber and find a night gown tucked in a drawer. You pull it on quickly and head straight for the bed, covering yourself with the thick sheets and duvet. Humming pleasantly, you flip to your side and bask in the comfortableness. 

You look out into the darkness of the room, but in the corner you see glowing red eyes. You freeze in fear and stop breathing as the eyes move and then blink. The eyes watch you for far too long, but then you see that they get closer and you feel your heart stop in your chest.

“I can smell your fear.” A man’s voice breaks the silence, “I don’t mean to frighten you.”

You can’t move. You can’t breathe. The red eyes get closer until you see a man step into the moonlight from the windows and it hits you that he looks familiar. He watches you curiously, his hands clasped behind his back in a relaxed manner, but you don’t move. This is no ordinary man.

“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, miss?” He gives you a small smile and you don’t know what to do. You don’t answer him, and he exhales before moving to the end of the bed. “I am San.”

Your breaths come out as panicked little gasps, but you try to be as quiet as possible. He reaches for one of the bedposts, “There’s no need to be so frightened, I have no wish to harm you.” His tone is gentle, but you are not convinced in the slightest. He waits patiently but you don’t respond, “Do I need to prove that I mean you no harm?”

“What are you?” It comes out as shaky and not confident as you grip the blankets.

He smiles and you see white fangs, “I am a vampire, dear.”

Vampire.

You’ve heard of rumors and stories about vampires, but you never truly believed them. You believed them to be stories told to children to scare them to not wander off. A warning, a fable at most. Now, standing before you is a vampire and you feel like you’ve fallen off the face of the Earth. You think about all of the stories you heard and what they entail to try and figure out what this creature is.

He gazes at you quizzically, as if he’s trying to read your thoughts and you worry that he actually can. He moves to sit at the end of the bed and you flinch, “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you, not without your consent.”

You watch as he sits down, and you pull your legs up to not be anywhere near him, “Are you going to kill me?” You practically whisper.

He frowns, clearly offended by what you asked him, “Kill you? He scoffs, “Why on Earth would I do that?”

“Don’t vampires kill humans?”

He cocks his head to the side, “Why, yes we do but I don’t want to kill you sweet human.”

“Why?”

He smiles, those fangs making an appearance once more, “You’re interesting to me.”

You stare at him, fear wafting off of you but you’re equally as curious about who or what this man is. “Is this your castle?” You swallow thickly.

He nods and looks to the floor before returning those red eyes to you, “This is my home, yes.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude, I’ll leave.” You slowly begin to get up but he puts a hand out, gesturing for you to stay.

“There’s no need, I don’t want you out in that storm anyways. I know how cold it can get as a human.” He leans back onto his hands.

You draw your brows together, “As a human?”

He chuckles lightly, “I wasn’t always like this, but it has been quite a long time.”

You study his face and try to imagine him as an ordinary man and it hits you, you have seen him before- His portrait is hung in the sitting room you explored and now you have a million questions for him, but you’re afraid to ask. His eyes never leave your face, and you have no idea what to do. You’re not entirely convinced that he doesn’t want to hurt you, after all vampires feed off of blood to survive. Why hasn’t he killed you? Why hasn’t he fed off of you? You now worry that he has other plans for you and you try not to let your face show your fear.

He frowns slightly, “What must I do to convince you that you are safe?”

“It’s hard not to be afraid when I don’t know your intentions, granted your nature of killing humans to survive.”

He nods and thinks for a long moment before standing to his feet. You look at him warily as he approaches you and puts out a hand for you to take but you don’t move at all. “I would like to show you something you missed when you were exploring.” He smiles softly as you gnaw on the inside of your cheek nervously. “I promise that you’ll be safe.”

You exhale and sit up without his help and get out of the bed. Standing up, you notice that he’s taller than you and has an air of confidence about him. His posture is straight, but not stiff as he takes in the sight of you as well. He nods and gestures for you to follow him.

He walks with confidence, his shoulders swaying slightly with each step as you follow him warily. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest from fear and anxiety, but you don’t exactly have a choice in the matter. As long as you stay on this man’s good side, maybe you’ll make it out of here. 

His pace is brisk, but glances back at you to make sure that you’re still there even though you are sure that he can sense you just fine without his eyes. You don’t know exactly what his abilities are, and that makes you nervous. It’s as if he’s floating down the hall and you wonder how fast he really is. He’s deliberately being slow for you and a part of you doesn’t like the fact that he’s most-likely faster than you’ll ever be.

He stops before a large set of wooden doors adorned with intricately carved patterns. He looks to you before giving you a small grin and opens the doors for you, allowing you to pass while watching your face as you warily enter the room. You gape at what you see, and you can’t believe your eyes. You stand in the largest library you have ever seen, the moonlight coming through the magnificent windows that are taller than any window you’ve ever seen. Looking up, you see that the ceilings are also painted, reminding you of the ceiling in the bath suit. Although it’s not just the painted sky with fluffy clouds, but paintings of angels, their wings beautiful and full. Each shelf goes all the way up to the ceiling, and you can see thousands of books. You walk to the center and spin slowly to look all around you.

San stands to the side, watching you the whole time as you approach the closest shelf and run your fingers over the worn leather spines. Some of these books look old, their spines practically falling apart and the lettering faded just enough where you can barely make out what it says. Seeing this has you wondering how old San actually is to have these old books, or if they were here before his time.

“What do you think?” His voice is closer than you expected him to be and you slightly jump as you turn to face him.

“I can hardly believe what I’m seeing to be honest. I haven’t seen this much wealth ever.” You let your hand drop to your side.

“Well do you like it?”

You look to the shelf, imagining if you had all of this and you can’t help the wistful smile growing on your lips, “It’s amazing. To be frank, I am jealous that you have all of this.”

He pauses for a long moment as he studies you, “Would you like to have it?”

Your eyes shoot to his, your brows furrowing, “What do you mean?”

He hums and walks past you and you follow him. He holds his hands behind his back, “I do not mind parting with it, if you want it, you can have it.”

This genuinely baffles you, “I’m not quite understanding what you’re saying. You’d give this to me? A stranger?”

He turns to face you, and you stop short to not run into him, “I have been collecting these for centuries. What I’ve learned after living for so long is that time is fleeting, but the human spirit lives on. I have been alone for so long with only these being my company, but it’s not what I yearn for.” He takes a small step towards you, “I yearn for the connection of two beings, for that loneliness of being an immortal brings to vanish, if only just for a moment.” His face softens, “I have watched the world change, watched kings be born and ultimately die, I have watched kingdoms fall and new life begin. I am tired of seeing time pass me by while being utterly alone.”

You stare up into those red eyes, not knowing how to process what he’s telling you, “What are you proposing?”

“You’re different.” He cocks his head to the side as he looks down at you, “You walked in here without an ounce of fear even though you were all alone. Even now knowing that you are in the lair of a vampire, you still don’t flee. You’re captivating.”

“Why would I run if you’d just chase me? Wouldn’t that be pointless?”

He huffs a short breathy laugh, “You think I’m some monster don’t you?”

“I don’t know what to think about you, I don’t even know you.”

He hums, “Would you like to know me?”

Your brows raise slightly, “Why me? Why do you want a connection with me, of all people…”

He takes another step closer, “Haven’t I explained why? No one has ever walked into my castle so carefree. The only ones who did only did so to slay me, but we know how that ended.” He grins, “Also… I find you to be incredibly beautiful.”

It feels like your heart stops in your chest hearing that, “You what?”

“You’re beautiful.”

You don’t know what to think. You’re still scared that this man is only leading you on only for his entertainment only to kill you later. What if he’s just trying to make you let your guard down? What if he’s being facetious and deceptive, and wants to play with his food before he eats you? You don’t know if he can be truthful, after all his nature is to lure humans into his thrall. “I can’t trust you…”

He hums and nods, “Then let me show you who I am.” Before you can pull away, he takes your hand and leads you out of the library. His grip is firm, but he’s also gentle, pulling you down the extremely dark hallways. It’s as if he can see just fine in the shadows and you wonder if he actually can. You go down hallways you lazily explored and pass the foyer heading to the opposite hall. 

He takes you to a door and opens it for you, “This is my room.”

You whip your head around to him, “Why are we in your room?”

He lightly chuckles, “This is my space.”

Still, you don’t entirely understand why he’s taking you to his bedroom, but you enter and look around. You see a portrait similar to the one in the sitting room on his wall, but this one has him sitting on a lush chair, his hand resting on his lap as the other fitted just below his strong chin. He looks relaxed and happy in this portrait, and you wonder who he was as a human. 

It seems he already knows what you are thinking and starts, “I was 22 when I had this portrait painted. That day, I finished my studies and wanted to go out and practice sparring but my Mother was very staunch about preserving moments of time. She always joked about how one day when I’m all old and wrinkly, I’d thank her for forcing me to sit still for hours at a time.” He sighs sadly, “Only now I’m thanking her for an entirely different reason.”

You turn to look at him, but for the first time, he’s not looking back at you. His eyes are focused on the painting, “I like to imagine what my life would have ended up as if I never turned, and I hope that my life would have been wonderful.”

“Why are you telling me all of this? Why are you even entertaining my presence?”

He exhales and turns to face you, those red eyes soft and honest, “I’m lonely, and I’m so tired.”

You feel bad for him. If he’s being truthful, he’s been alone for centuries and you can’t imagine what that’d be like on a person. Then you think about how he was human before. What does turning into a predator like a vampire do to a person? Was he gentle before? Was he tender-hearted? You can’t imagine what it’d be like for you to suddenly need to hurt and kill others just to survive. What has he gone through throughout all of those years?

A bolt of courage passes through you and you put a supportive hand on his forearm. He shivers at the sudden contact, and you fight the urge to pull away. You don’t know what’s wrong with you trying to comfort a vampire, but you feel like you have to. Although you don’t fully trust him, you appreciate that he’s opening up about himself. “I’m sorry.”

He smiles slightly, “You don’t have to apologize to me.”

“Still, I feel bad hearing that you’ve been alone for so long.”

He leans in, “Well I’m not alone anymore am I?”

“No I guess not.”

Silence fills the space between the two of you until you pull away to look around the rest of the room. It’s clean and well-kept, but it looks lived in. You like the dark oak around the room, used in the bed frame and the furniture. He also has bookshelves made into the wall, but the books sitting there look older than the ones you saw in the library. You approach and carefully pick up one, the title reading ‘Choi Royal Family Line’. You put it down, it feels a little too personal for you to be snooping. You pick up another book and sigh in relief when the title reads, ‘Classical Poetry’.

“That’s one of my favorites.” He says next to you and you don’t jump this time hearing him speak. “I especially like this one.” He takes the book from you and flips through the pages only to hand it back to you, pointing at the poem on the left.

Like a handprint on thine heart,

I mark my love as eternal.

For I shall cherish your very being,

Till my soul shall recognize yours as mine.

We are one being,

One love.

Till the day I shall never again hold you in my arms,

And even beyond.

You are my one true love.

You melt reading it and you never expected him to be such a romantic. “So romantic.” You say as you glance up at him.

He shrugs, his toothy grin showing, “What’s wrong with liking romance?”

“Nothing. It’s just unexpected.” You put the book back and lean up against the shelf, your thin nightgown not providing any warmth against the cool wood. 

“What about you?” He sees the confusion on your face, “Are you a romantic?”

“I’d say so. Although it’s hard being one when romantic gestures aren’t really a thing nowadays.” You think back to when you’d try to date, but none really tried. They’d say they’d want to court you, but they never gave any effort in doing so. It was always disappointing but after a time, you came to accept that people don’t have the same expectations as you when it comes to love.

He looks deeply offended by this, “Are you serious?”

“Yes?” You fold your arms over your chest.

He thinks for a long moment and holds out his hand and bows in a Princely manner, “Will you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Your brows raise, “What?”

He looks up from his bow but doesn’t rise, “Dance with me, let me show you how you should properly be courted.”

You hesitate but ultimately put your hand in his and he pulls you close. He smells divine and you try to subtly inch closer to him. He just chuckles, noticing immediately and pulls you flush against him. He puts a hand on your lower back and cradles your other hand before leading you in a waltz. His practiced movements are fluid and graceful, and it hits you that you are dancing with a prince. He sees your face, “What is it?”

“It’s overwhelming I guess.” You say as he spins you. “I’ve never danced with royalty before.”

He hums and expertly picks you up by your waist and does a half turn, “And I’ve never danced with someone as gorgeous as you.” He doesn’t let you have time to think about what he said, instead, he spins you out and spins you back in. Your moves are somewhat sloppy, but it seems like he doesn’t mind. His smile is warm, “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

You smile back and the sight lights up his face. He pulls you close and then dips you low. You stare up into his red eyes, and you finally feel at ease. You don’t feel scared being around him or feel like he’s a threat. Maybe you’re being stupid, but you can’t find it in yourself to care while his handsome face gazes down at yours. He pulls you up, but he doesn’t step back, “Now, tell me- how romantic was that?”

You hum, “Dancing under the moonlight with a handsome man? I think so.” You grin and he inches closer, his breath mixing with yours.

“So you think I’m handsome?”

You look to the side and that exposes your throat to him. His gaze immediately goes to your neck and when you turn back you notice what he’s staring at. The air around the both of you changes, and you don’t know if you are unsettled by it or intrigued. He swallows thickly, “I won’t hurt you.”

You study him, searching for any deception or malice but you find none. “Do you have control over it?”

That seems to break him out of his trance and he returns his gaze to yours, “Over my hunger? Yes.”

“I mean, can you feed without killing the person?” You know this is a dangerous thing to ask, but you do it anyway.

His brows raise, “Yes. Why are you asking this?”

You lean forward to whisper in his ear and that causes his nose to press into the skin of your neck, “What other romantic gestures do you have up your sleeves?”

His breath deepens and he clears his throat, but he doesn’t lean back. He speaks softly into your ear, “I would live a thousand more lifetimes just to have a moment with you.”

Heat rises in your cheeks as your heart rate spikes, “Are you being facetious?”

He leans back just enough to look into your eyes, “Not with you. Never with you.” He glances back down at your throat and swallows again, “May I know your name?”

You realize now that you never told him your name and you laugh. He frowns but you gesture that he shouldn’t worry, “I’m sorry. It’s just, we’ve had all of these deep conversations, and you still don’t know my name.” He seems confused by your laugh as he still holds you close but you sober up and give him a warm smile, “My name is Y/N.”

His white fangs show with his wide smile, “A beautiful name fit for a beautiful woman.”

“You’re charming.

He glances down at your lips and you take the initiative. Although it’s incredibly stupid to kiss a man you’ve just met, you can’t help it. You’ve fallen for his charms and his vulnerability. You press your lips to his and he inhales a sharp breath from surprise but quickly gathers you like you’re the air he needs to survive. He cups your cheeks tenderly and you can feel the pent-up emotions wafting off of him in waves. He practically shakes and you stop to look in his eyes, “Are you okay?”

His face shows so much emotion, “Y-Yes, yes I’m okay.” His thumb swipes over your cheekbone, “I never thought that I’d feel this or do this again.” His eyes are glossy, like he’s about to cry and you worry that you’ve overstepped.

“San-”

He stops you with another scorching kiss and backs you up to the wall. You gasp against his mouth when he deepens the kiss and you feel the sharp fangs brush against your bottom lip. You probably should be afraid, but you’re not. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull his hips against yours. His hands don’t leave your face and it’s as if he’s afraid to let them wander. 

You break the kiss and take one of his hands in yours. He gives you a confused look, but you trail his hand down the plane of your throat and down to your chest. His eyes widen as you put his hand over one of your breasts, but you don’t give him time to recover, you lean back in and press your lips to his. His hand squeezes your breast and it’s like his restraint snaps in an instant. He hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses you into the wall. His hands find purchase on your ass, holding you steady against him and you roll your hips forward. Just that act has him groaning against your mouth and you nip at his bottom lip.

“You’re killing me now.” He groans out, “I’m trying to be sensible and gentlemanly, but you’re making that incredibly difficult.”

“Then stop trying. Show me how much you’ve wanted this.” You thread your fingers into his black hair on the back of his head, “Show me what you’ve been yearning for.”

His eyes blaze and he carries you to his bed. He sets you down gently on the covers and stands in between your spread legs. You watch him kneel before you as you lean back onto your hands, “Do it.”

His chest heaves as his fingers pull up your nightgown. You gaze into his eyes, feeling the way his fingers trace your skin all the way up your thighs. He hesitates for a moment, as if waiting for you to refuse him but you don’t. He smiles and pulls the gown up the rest of the way leaving you bare before him. His gaze travels down to the most intimate parts of you and you spread your legs wider so that he can get a good look. You watch his throat bob and his gaze goes back to your eyes slowly. “San?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if this is a stupid thing to say but… I want you to bite me.”

His eyes widen, practically bulging as his hands grip your thighs, “You’re serious?”

Maybe you’ve lost your mind? Maybe you’re teetering on the edge of insanity? Maybe you’re just wanting to feel something- anything, anything at all. “You’re not the only one who’s lonely. I want to feel something. To be with someone who doesn’t treat me like a ubiquitous commodity but instead views me as special and worthy of intense love.” You know you are running at break-neck speed with this man, but somehow you don’t seem to mind. He’s equally wanting to have a deep connection if not more. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me and I believe you.”

He sighs, “Still, you’re being awfully trusting. Y/N, I’m a vampire.”

You laugh slightly and reach forward to cup his cheek, “I know that. You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

He shakes his head no immediately, “No, I would never do that. But if I do this, I need you to know what this means.” You wait for him to continue while swiping your thumb back and forth on his cheekbone idly. “When I bite you it’ll hurt, but my fangs have a toxin in them that makes prey more… Pliable? In a sense, it makes you feel good. I don’t want to startle you or force anything you’re uncomfortable with onto you.”

You smile, “I’m fine with that.”

“You’re sure?” He eyes you carefully.

You scoot closer and roll your hips against his clothed chest, “One hundred percent.”

He groans and pulls you so you are on the edge of the bed, “I bet you taste divine.” You shiver at the low timbre of his voice. His gaze never leaves yours as he dips, kissing your thighs reverently from your knee all the way to your hip bone. He hums softly as he kisses down to your inner thigh and you spread your legs wider for him in anticipation. “There’s no rushing now, I’m going to savor every second of this.”

You nod and lean back onto your hands, “Okay.”

His hands knead the supple skin on your thighs for a few moments before he smirks and drags his fangs over your skin. A soft moan escapes your lips from the foreign feeling and you love it. He drags his fangs all the way up to the juncture of your upper thigh and lifts your leg, draping it over his shoulder. His fingers lazily draw circles on your other thigh as he kisses your skin once more. You ache for him to touch you, but he’s made it perfectly clear that he’s intending to be slow. No matter how tortuous it may be-

When he finally touches you, he starts slowly dragging his fingers up and down your core. He circles your entrance a few times and then drags his finger up to your clit, and the contact has you jerking. He hums, pleased by your reaction and repeats what he just did, circling your entrance and then teasing your clit over and over. Your breath grows heavy and you look down at him, “You really meant you were going to take your time, huh?”

“My love, I’ve been waiting for centuries, I intend to relish in this moment.” He kisses you again, “I need to hear that you’re okay with this- With me feeding from you.”

“San, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to go insane.”

His deep chuckle reverberates through you, “Alright.” He gives you one more kiss before you feel the sharp prick of his fangs digging into the apex of your thigh, right next to your core. You gasp from the pain, but as soon as you feel it, it goes away. A warmth spreads throughout your body that makes you feel tingly and like you’re soaring high in the clouds. San sucks, feeding off of you while looking up at you. He monitors your face, searching for any reluctance or withering consent, but you smile blissfully and grip the duvet. 

Each drag of blood being sucked out of you heightens the feeling of pleasure growing in your body. It’s as if every time he sucks, it feels like he’s doing it right over your clit. You shift your hips searching for any friction, but he pins you down and gives you exactly what you want. He circles your clit with his thumb and inserts two fingers, curling them every second. It feels like your skin is on fire, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending in your body. You look down at him and his gaze is squarely fixated on you, his red eyes glowing brighter and deeper the longer he feeds. 

“You’re so sexy.” You moan out as he drags another long mouthful of hot blood. You wonder how much he’s going to take and if it’ll affect you, but right now all you care about is the rising pleasure overwhelming you. His hand expertly works you and you writhe underneath him. He keeps you right where he wants you though and continues to keep a leisure pace. 

Once you’re sure that you’re going to go insane from the slow pace, he pulls off of you with a satisfied groan. Crimson drips from the corners of his mouth and you want to lick it away. He smirks up at you and wipes his mouth with his fingers, only to lick them clean as well. “As I suspected, utterly delectable.” He doesn’t stop his ministrations with his other hand and you whimper out a soft moan. “I bet all of you tastes divine.”

“San-” You moan out as he leans forward, licking a stripe up you after removing his hand. You arch, your arms feeling weak from leaning on them this entire time, but you want to watch him. He pulls you farther off of the bed and you squeak in surprise, but he holds you. 

His tongue is hot as he explores you with his mouth. You throw your head back when he turns his attention to your clit, kissing it once and then wrapping his lips around it to suck. His fangs graze your sensitive flesh with each drag and you know you’re being loud. Your moans echo in this expansive castle and you’re grateful that there aren’t any other people lurking about.

You feel his fingers once more at your entrance and you beg for him to fuck you with them. He groans against you and the vibration of it causes a choked moan to escape you. He doesn’t wait for long and starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right so they hit the spot that has you seeing stars. He sucks hard and you break, your vision going white as your whole body spasms and tenses. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you and you feel utterly spent. He continues pumping his fingers until you stop spasming around him, but he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he grabs your thighs and licks you clean and you let out a yelp at the sudden feeling. 

He’s insatiable.

He doesn’t stop until you are breathlessly clawing for him, “San- San, come here.” You reach for his face and he grumbles.

He gives you one last lick and looks up from between your legs, “Yes?”

“You’re going to kill me at this rate.”

A devilish grin shows on his face, showing his handsome features, “You’re going to keep a vampire from his meal? That’s not very smart now, is it?” 

You can’t help but smile at that, “There’s more of that later, I want something else now.” You pull him up and he stands in between your legs. He looks down at you with a masculine smile that makes you shift in your seat, and you reach for the buttons on his shirt. He just watches you as you slowly undress him, using your fingers to brush his skin underneath the fabric. His breath grows heavier with every brush of your fingers and you bite your lip.

He’s had enough and rips the rest of his shirt off and tears at his pants. They rip slightly from the force of him pulling them off, but he doesn’t care at all. You scoot back on the bed and spread your legs as you rest on the fluffy pillows. He crawls up to you and you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him against you. He takes your hands in his and interlaces your fingers, both of your hands resting on the pillow beside your head. “May I?” His eyes are so sincere. 

“Yes.” You tilt your head up and capture his lips with yours as you feel him prod at your entrance. He pushes forward slowly and you welcome him eagerly. He stops for a second, no doubt letting you adjust, but you don’t want to stop. You use your heels to pull his hips forward and he gets the hint, sinking in the rest of the way. 

A soft sigh escapes your lips at the feel of him as he breaks the kiss to look down at you. His cheeks are flushed, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears, his hair messy from you gripping onto it. He’s beautiful. “Take me, take it all.” You squeeze his hands.

“As you wish my love.” He rolls his hips while fully seated in you and you let out a sharp moan. He smirks down at you and then pulls out, only to pump hard back in. His rhythm is unyielding and strong, making your legs squeeze his hips involuntarily. His eyes blaze and he leans down, biting the juncture of your neck. You let out a pleasured whimper and lean your head back so he has more access, all while he’s still pumping into you.

It feels exactly like how it did the other time he bit you and you are sure that you’re addicted to this. You’re sure that all other sex has been ruined for you now that you’ve been with a vampire. It feels like hot pleasure pulsing through your veins with each drag, making your skin feel ultra-sensitive. His tongue flicks against your skin as he sucks and you flutter around him. He groans and lifts off of you just enough to say, “Keep doing that and I’m not going to last now.”

“I can’t help it.” Your voice is breathy.

He hums and bites you again on the opposite side. He lets go of one of your hands and lets it wander down your body till he reaches your sex. His fingers play with your clit and you’re utterly lost. You flutter around him, spasming with such force that he whimpers above you, his hips stuttering. You orgasm hard, your mind going blank as your ears start to ring and he follows quickly behind you. 

Hot warmth floods you and he shakes, holding himself up as he detaches from your neck. Blood dribbles down to his chin and you lean forward, liking it off for him. Your blood is tangy, and his eyes widen at the sight, “Now you’re never leaving after that.”

You laugh feeling boneless, “You want me here?”

He nods and kisses your forehead as he gently exits you. You hiss at the feeling, but he lies next to you and gathers you in his arms. “My love, you’ve given me more life than all of the years I’ve spent roaming these halls.”

You nuzzle your cheek against his chest, “You know what, I could get used to living in a castle.”

seonghwa:

300 years old, second oldest in their coven, leader, sire of yeosang, jongho, and san.

powers: can sustain longer periods without blood intake, can easily force coax others into submission

hongjoong:

350 years old, oldest in the coven, second in command, sire of yunho and wooyoung

powers: resistant to the sun, advanced strength

yunho:

250 years old

powers: telepathy

jongho:

206 years old, practicing witch, herbalist, alchemist

powers: immune to poisons

yeosang:

80 years old

powers: hypnotist

wooyoung:

140 years old

zoolingualism, environmental manipulation

mingi:

40 years old

powers: ???

san:

115 years old, intolerant to human blood, hunter

powers: advanced hearing, resistant to the sun

You don't remember falling asleep, but you wake up warm... too warm. Sheets like silk cling to your skin. The air smells faintly sweet...like something ripe and overripe at once...like fruit and pennies.

Your wrists ache. That's the first real thing you feel.

You blink groggily, vision blurred at the edges... and then you hear the sound. A slow drag of fabric. Movement. Someone's here.

You shift... and metal rattles. Your hands don't move far, and you realize you're chained.

Panic surges hard in your chest, but it's faint on the surface and followed by questions you can't answer. Had you been drugged? How long had you been there? Who had captured you? It's all cloudy... like every thought is swimming toward the surface and drowning halfway there.

Then you see him sitting in the shadows at the edge of the bed.

Choi San.

Legs spread, elbows resting on his thighs, fingers loosely tangled together. His eyes are fixed on you. He's calm....patient...like he's been watching for a while.

And when your gaze meets his... you stop breathing.

He tilts his head slowly, "Finally awake my sweet girl?"

Your mouth is dry. "W... where am I?"

"Shh." He rises, walking toward you with that same quiet fluidity. He moves like he doesn't have to hurry...like you're already his.

You pull against the chains, but they clink uselessly.

He smiles, flashing teeth that seem too sharp. "Don't bother," he says softly. "I didn't put you here to hurt you."

You stare at him, heart racing. Your body is warm... too warm considering you're barely clothed in what you can only assume is one of his shirts. The collar is loose, slipping off your shoulder. You feel exposed and vulnerable because you know you weren't wearing this yesterday. "If I'm not here to be hurt, why do you need the chains?"

His eyes flash with a glimmer of amusement. "You came to me, sweet girl?" he taunts. "Don't you remember? You followed me after the show asking to be with me."

You shake your head. You can't recall a thing, but it doesn't sound like something you'd do. "I don't think..."

He sits on the edge of the bed beside you, so close that the warmth in your body deepens like a flush.

"Yes, you did," he assures you. "You begged for it. You stared at me from the crowd like you wanted me to ruin you. Then you pursued me down the street like a desperate little whore."

You try to look away... but can't. His eyes hold yours, as the blanket is removed. Your pulse thuds in your ears.

"Such a sweet girl," he murmurs, voice dropping as he brushes a thumb across your blood colored cheek. "Even now...when you've finally got what you wanted all along...you're pretending to resist so save your own image."

You can't remember anything past the opening of the concert. "What did you do to me?" you tremble.

His smile turns cold. "Nothing you didn't ask for."

You shake your head again... barely. Your body isn't listening.

His hand trails lower... across your throat, your collarbone... until he finds the edge of the shirt and traces under it.

"You're so warm, sweet girl," he sighs. "That's how I know you're ready for me now." He leans down until his lips brush your ear. "I've been so good while waiting for you to wake up. I haven't even tasted you yet." His voice is soft, but your body reacts as if he'd screamed it.

You suck in a breath...sharp, quick, already halfway to pulling away before the cuffs remind you they aren't for show.

He leans back just enough to meet your eyes again. His gaze is hungrier than any look you've ever seen.

Then you hear it...

Metal sliding from leather.

Your stomach drops.

The knife appears in his hand. It's cold and cruel and sharp and pointed. The kind of beautiful you only ever associate with something that hurts.

Your breath catches in your throat, fear making your shrink back against the bed.

San tilts it, just a little, letting the ambient light catch the edge. It gleams.

You can't look away. Not from the blade... not from him.

"I want to see it," he taunts, eyes trailing across your perfectly untouched skin. "I want to see what your skin looks like when it opens for me."

He presses the flat of the knife to your thigh...just above where the hem of his shirt rests. The chill makes you shiver, but you don't flinch. You can't give him the satisfaction.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Stay very, very still."

He drags it up slowly, skimming the inside of your thigh, then tracing the curve of your hip... never cutting. Just letting the edge promise what could come next.

The shirt slips from your shoulder entirely. He looks at it, then at you.

"You want it, don't you?" he asks. "The pain. The heat. The proof that you're real...that this isn't a dream."

You don't speak. You can't without incriminating yourself.

The tip of the blade dips under the shirt, just at your collarbone. And this time, he applies just enough pressure.

A sting runs across your skin.

He pulls the knife back revealing a single trail of blood. It's slow and red and beautiful.

San's eyes go black, and he tilts his head curiously before leaning down and licking it with a slow drag of his tongue.

Your whole body clenches, wrists straining in their binds, breath punching from your lungs.

He moans.

"Sweet girl," he whispers against your neck. "Blood like candy."

And then, while your skin is still tingling, still slick with his tongue...he bites. His teeth sink in with no hesitation or warning as the burn of the knife blurs into the deeper, darker ache of his fangs. Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. It's too much pain and pleasure to know what sounds would be appropriate and your body decides, instead to shut down.

San grips your hips, holding you down like you might float away.

You can feel every slow draw of his mouth... the pull of your blood, warm and pulsing between you. His tongue laps at the wound like it's sacred, and all you can do is give it to him.

He doesn't stop after the bite.

You think he might...just for a moment. His mouth leaves your throat, lips red with your blood, tongue sweeping across the corner of his mouth like he wants to savor every trace. He's glowing...not with light, but with a hunger so ancient and terrifying that you can't help but find him beautiful.

You barely have time to blink before the knife returns.

His hand slides back down to your thigh... the blade going with it. He flips it in his palm like he's done it a thousand times before...and maybe he has. The tip hovers just above the curve of your inner thigh, still untouched, still clothed in the illusion of modesty.

You flinch this time.

San doesn't react with annoyance. Instead, he smiles. "Now you're starting to understand, sweet girl," he murmurs. "I'm an enigma. Something so terrifying you can't help but want me."

He presses the blade higher and your legs involuntarily tense against the feeling as your hips rut towards him...inviting him closer.

San's fingers ghost along the outer edge of your other thigh. They're cold against your warmth and gentle in comparison to the knife. He watches your reactions the way a scientist watches a test subject...in fascination at every twitch and in complete control of what's to come.

"Does it scare you?" he asks, voice low. "That I'm being careful?"

You blink at him.

"Because I could be careless," he says, dragging the tip of the blade higher, until it nudges against your panties. "I could tear this off you. Slice it open. Mark you where no one else ever gets to see."

Your thighs tremble. You're surely soaked by now. You know he can feel it...sense it. But he doesn't mock you.

"I won't cut you there," he explains. "Not yet."

He presses a kiss to your knee, trailing his lips upward. You can't stop watching him, can't look away from the way his mouth moves over your skin like it belongs there.

The knife drags upward again, grazing lightly over the waistband of your panties. Then... just above it to your stomach.

"This skin," he whispers softly, "is begging for it."

He nicks you again. Another shallow cut that's clean and efficient. The skin splits like silk. Blood wells to the surface, and his eyes darken. San bends forward immediately and licks the line open.

Your head falls back at the euphoric feeling of his teeth grazing your skin.

He groans like your pleasure feeds something deeper than thirst.

His other hand moves to your wrists, tracing the metal cuffs, then trailing down your arm. He catches your chin between his fingers and tilts your face back to his.

"You like this," he notices. "Dirty little thing."

You should lie. You should say no, but your hips roll before you can stop them, seeking friction...relief...anything.

"Say it," he says, voice sharper now. "Tell me you want more."

You clench your teeth, determined not to give him what he wants.

He smirks, "I can make you beg if you'd prefer."

The knife drops to the mattress beside your hip. He doesn't need it for the next part. He tugs your panties down and smirks knowingly when you lift your hips permissively.

He doesn't praise you. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you that this was the only outcome he ever expected...the inevitable end to a game only he knows is being played.

San presses his palm flat against your bare core. You're thoroughly soaked. You know it, now so does he.

His fingers slide between your folds, just enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. When you whimper, finally breaking, he grins devilishly, "There my sweet girl..."

He brings his bloodstained fingers to your lips.

"Suck."

You obey. The taste is faintly metallic. And when he sees you take them into your mouth without question, the last thread of restraint slips from his expression.

San leans in, fangs just barely brushing your lower lip. "I'm going to fuck you," he warns bluntly. It isn't a question.

Your chest rises in shaky and uneven breaths. You don't know whether to beg or cry.

He moves slowly now with no rush. San picks the knife back up, and his fingers grip the hilt easily, like it's just an extension of his hand. You watch the blade flash in the low light... watch it dip between your thighs.

You tense. The cuffs above you clink again as you try to pull away.

"Still trying to resist me?" he murmurs. "You can give in to your needs here, sweet girl," he hums, his breath hot on your skin. "It'll be our little secret."

The blade is warmer when it touches you, and you realize it's because of the blood. He moves it up slowly until the tip barely nudges the lips of your cunt. Not cutting...not yet. It's as if he finds pleasure in playing with his food.

You whimper.

"Good girl," he praises. "Don't move."

You stay still. Completely still. He tilts the blade.

The thick, blunt spine (not the sharp edge) rests against your folds. You suck in a breath as he presses it in to part your labia.

You gasp at the intrusion. Your hips buck automatically, but the chains stop you from going too far. San's other hand presses firmly against your thigh, holding you wide open as he slides the hilt up and down your slit. It's slow and obscene.

Your legs shake. You're drenched and hate yourself for it. You shouldn't want this. You should fight it, but your body has already conceded for you.

"You moaned," he points out. "Sweet girl, I'll give you what I promised you I would last night. There's no need to be ashamed."

Then, without looking away, San turns the blade in his palm and squeezes.

You see it happen in real time...his fingers clenching around the steel, the edge biting into his own skin, slicing through the meat of his palm without hesitation. Blood appears instantly, dripping thick and red down the hilt... down your thighs.

Your eyes widened. "San!"

"Shh," he breathes. "You'll love it."

He brings his bleeding hand to your mouth.

"Open."

You hesitate for one heartbeat, but the look in his eye leaves no room for negotiation. Your lips part.

His blood touches your tongue...hot, metallic, electric. You jerk against the cuffs, but he catches your chin and holds it. More blood pools into your mouth and down your throat. You swallow it without thinking.

It burns.

Not like fire. Not like pain. It's heat. It's alive. It's like your body has woken up to something it didn't know it was missing.

San watches you drink from him like it's the only thing that matters. His blood drips down your chin and chest, mixing into the cuts he'd already given you.

He leans in close... lips brushing your ear.

"Now," he whispers. "Now you're mine."

Your eyes flutter open, your vision unfocused. The cuffs still hold your arms above your head, but your body stops resisting. You barely remember the knife anymore... only the heat between your thighs, the ache in your chest, and the taste of his blood still thick on your tongue.

You blink. "What... what do you mean?"

San hums softly, "You drank from me."

His hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip like he's remembering how you licked him clean.

"And that means I can turn you."

Your breath catches. "No," you whisper, your heart pounding. "Please... don't."

He tilts his head. "Don't what?"

"I didn't ask for that. I didn't want..."

His finger presses gently to your lips. "Shhh..."

"I want to stay me," you beg. "I don't want to be like you."

San leans in and kisses your throat right over the last bite. His tongue presses against your skin.

"You don't want to be like me?" he questions. "And yet, you want me to bite you again, don't you?"

You don't answer.

His hand slides down your throat, over your breast, down your stomach, and between your thighs. He finds you wet and soaked and sighs against your throat.

"You're a desperate little thing."

You moan. It comes out before you can stop it. His touch is light... teasing... two fingers sliding against your slit, up to your clit, rubbing slow little circles until your back arches off the bed.

"Your body knows what it wants, sweet girl," he sighs.

"San," your eyes roll back as you become weak for him.

His mouth finds your neck again.

"Say it," he taunts against your skin. "Tell me you want me to stop."

"I..."

His teeth graze your skin again, and his fingers don't stop moving. You're a needy mess beneath him.

"Tell me no," he warns. "Or I'll fuck you until you stop breathing."

Your moan gives him the answer. It's all he needs to thrust inside you...deep, hot, and desperate. You gasp at the sudden fullness, at the way he stretches you open like he'd been waiting for this chance his entire life.

His hands find your hips, and he holds you steady while he fucks you like he's meant to shake your soul loose.

"Every time I bite you," he growls into your neck, "you clench around me harder."

He bites you again. It's not deep, but hard. You cry out as blood spills down your collarbone, and his mouth latches onto it, drinking greedily, tongue flicking over your skin while his hips never slow.

"It'd be pathetic how desperate you are if you were so fucking sexy," he groans.

You're shaking now. Your whole body is vibrating with overstimulation. The cuffs hold you in place while he slams into you again and again—cock pounding into your soaked cunt with a relentless, inhuman rhythm.

And then his hand comes up to your throat. He doesn't squeeze... not at first. He just holds you there, his thumb resting against your pulse.

You look into his eyes, and he knows you're already close.

When he finally adds pressure, he uses only uses a little to start, but he adds more when he sees its effect on you.

Your vision blurs at the edges. Your pussy clenches desperately as your orgasm builds with the breath stolen from your lungs.

He bites again, right on your breast, and the shock sends you shooting into a full-body climax. You scream so loudly that it barely sounds human. Your thighs shake. Your cunt flutters around him like it doesn't want to let go.

And still... he keeps going.

You can't breathe. The air is gone. The room is spinning.

Your heart skips once.

Twice.

And then you die.

Your body goes limp, but he doesn't stop.

San fucks you through your last heartbeat...through your last shudder...through your death. He bites your throat one more time and greedily sucks the last drop.

And the moment your eyes fly back open they're burning, wild, and new. You're still on his cock, still being fucked in a way that shouldn't be possibly, and you come again.

A howl tears out of you...one wet and feral with pure bliss and hunger.

"Good girl," he grunts.

Your breath hitches, your first inhale as something reborn. The air burns in your lungs as sharply as the knife. It was as though you were tasting the whole world for the first time.

You blink up at him.

San hovers above you, still buried in your body, still throbbing inside your slick heat. His eyes are dark with pride, with hunger, with possession.

But you feel different now. You feel strong. Your fingers curl, and you know it's not a placebo. There's an intense strength coiled in your muscles now. The pulse of his vampiric blood is still echoing in your veins.

You look up at your chained wrists and pull. They snap with a crack like thunder.

San freezes.

You sit up and push him beneath you. You pin him down and straddle him. His eyes widen, and his cock twitches inside of you, turned on by your strength.

A grin curves on your lips at the shimmer in your peripheral vision, and then your hand drops to the side of the bed.

You pick up the knife.

The same blade that had sliced your skin...that had fed him...that had baptized you in pain and lust and something worse is now your tool to wield.

Blood clings to the edge, dried in parts, still wet in others where your thighs had soaked it. His blood. Yours. Thick, rich, almost black in the low light.

San's lips part as he watches you bring the blade to your mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes.

You flatten your tongue against the steel and lick it clean from base to tip. The iron tang of blood hits your taste buds like lightning. Your satisfactory moan is low and feral.

San's hands grip your thighs so tightly you feel the purple bruises forming.

His eyes are locked on your mouth...on your tongue dragging along the metal...on the way your eyes darken at the first taste of blood.

He swallows hard. His hips grind faster.

"You like that?" you taunt.

He says nothing.

You lick the other side of the blade, then press a kiss to the hilt.

San groans. His hips bucked into you, cock pulsing deep inside, and you feel it... his body surrendering even while his pride refuses to speak it out loud.

"You want to be ruined too, don't you?"

His jaw clenches. He doesn't answer.

You decide to show him what you can do now. In one smooth motion, you slide the blood-slick hilt between his thighs and press it to the tight hole behind his balls.

His eyes snapped open in shock and need.

You push just a little. Once it's still inside him, you rock your hips, desperately fucking yourself on his lengthy cock, your pussy soaking and dripping as you slide the handle of the knife deeper into him.

San breaks. His head falls back against the sheets, neck arched, hands digging into the meat of your thighs like he needs to anchor himself before he unravels completely.

"You gave me your knife," you whisper, grinding down harder, "and now I'm just giving it back, Sannie."

You lean forward, mouth to his ear, hips slamming down onto him while the knife hilt stretches him open.

"I want you to feel what I felt. I want to split you open while I fuck you full."

He loses it.

He thrusts up into you, desperate and messy with his mouth on your throat, your jaw, your lips, moaning into your skin like a man being wrecked by his own creation.

You ride him through it, one hand buried in his hair, the other fucking the hilt of the knife deeper into him as his body trembles beneath yours.