#witchxvampire

the witch who tried to warm the dead. ❌

“You are a pretty witch.” The witch threw a cold gaze at them, not really sure if she should throw them out again or simply remain calm.

“Two beings like us in a room is dangerous. Others might get curious,” she warned. “I told you not to come here again. What do you want from me?”

The witch scrutinised them from head to toe, not sure what to make of the vampire. They were dressed expensively. Maybe that was because they were expensive.

Their face was as flawless as ever and though the witch absolutely hated it, they looked cute when they smiled, showing their little fangs.

She wasn’t sure why now all of a sudden, she cared about good and evil. It felt like a sickness to her. All her life, she’d detested god’s practices. Born in darkness, raised in fog — she was able to hide in it well enough not to be caught.

That was easy. There were spells. There were rules. Spirits have to be invited to be let in. And now that the vampire was invited, she felt a bit overwhelmed. It was an imbalance. It was too powerful.

“A spell,” the vampire said. Their sharp eyes focused on the witch’s hips. It was definitely making her heart pound. “Something that works on a warlock…or a witch.”

She was unimpressed by that. As long as the vampire was learning her spells, she was able to control them, even though they had half-lidded eyes.

“Good. What kind of spell?”

“Something that brings pleasure. Something for my beloved wife.” The witch glowered at them, her jaw clenching, her cheeks burning.

“I am not your wife.”

“When you summoned me a year ago, you used a marital spell,” the vampire said. They looked around the witch’s little house lazily, letting their eyes fall on the many herbs and dried vegetables.

“That,” she hissed, “was a mistake. I needed a vampire to get into the cave. That’s it.”

“Sounds like an excuse,” the vampire purred. Their eyes went back to her, stopping on her hips again. “You wanted to be bound to a vampire.”

“To command them.” She blinked, clearly offended. This was ridiculous.

“Oh, my love,” the vampire said. “My silly wife…”

They took a step towards her and let their hand run along her arm slowly. They bent over to whisper into her ear, warm breath on a cold exposed shoulder, thanks to her gown.

“Don’t you know what married couples do at night?” they asked lovingly, an unspoken promise in the tone of their voice.

“Argue?” She could feel her own heartbeat in her ears as the vampire chuckled softly. 

“You know our arguments wouldn’t carry any weight,” they said. Their fingers traced her collarbone carefully. “I would fold all the time. I would fall to my knees to beg for your forgiveness for fighting with you.”

The witch’s breath was stuck in her own throat. 

“I missed you. I’ve been craving you,” they said. “A whole year without you…”

She squeaked a little when their fingers brushed over her chest. What she was feeling wasn’t right.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” the vampire murmured. “I wonder if I’m the one it’s longing for.”

She looked at them. Their pupils were dilated, blown up. They were hungry. But this was a different hunger.

“Fuck the spell,” the vampire whispered. “I can make you feel even better.”

They paused for a second, closing their eyes.

“If you want me to, of course.” The witch didn’t want to say it. She was too embarrassed. “Darling?”

“It’s part of being married,” she mumbled. “Isn’t it?”

The vampire took her hips and pushed her carefully into her soft bedding.

“It doesn’t have to,” they said, getting on top, letting their fangs scrape over her skin lovingly. Their tongue followed. Immediately, the witch’s body reacted. She pressed her thighs together. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”

She grabbed the vampire’s forearm, causing them to pause.

“It’s my first time,” she breathed. “I don’t know how…”

The vampire parted her legs with considerate hands. They were cold but it didn’t feel unpleasant.

“I can start with my mouth?” they suggested. “Could be easier for you that way…”

She nodded quickly, letting her hand run through the vampire’s hair.

They kissed her inner thighs carefully, savouring every little second of it. It made her breathe heavily, made it difficult to think.

“Be careful, please—” The vampire’s hands grabbed her thighs harsher as their mouth travelled towards her centre, trying to control the shaking.

Her moans were quiet at first but the vampire mumbled sweet reassurances into her skin, making her feel more confident.

“We’ll use some spells next time too,” they said. “I want to see how you react. When both happens.”