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You remember the first time you opened your eyes after your death. It did not feel like waking up from a long restful slumber…in fact, as a vampire, you no longer truly sleep. Instead, you just fall into torpor each night and become the inanimate corpse you technically should be. And as soon as the sun dips down below the horizon your body simply reanimates, ready to stalk the night for mortal quarry as an immortal predator.
Stirring from your torpor feels just like it always has since that first time…empty yet strangely nostalgic.
Your eyes snap open just after the infernal sun sets and twilight settles in sky. Despite the complete darkness of the room, your supernatural sight can still trace patterns on the ceiling. You lay there in bed for a moment, assessing your surroundings while your mind shakes the remnants of whatever dream or memory plaguing you during the day. The ever so soft cadence of deep breathing close by has you glancing up with a fond smile on your face.
Vergil Sparda, the Dark Slayer and your devilish lover, is still snoozing away as he holds your nude form close to his own bare chest. This is very unexpected since he is usually awake before you rouse from repose, ready to offer you his blood as he softly strokes your hair. You are about to reach up to brush away a stray strand of white hair from his striking face when you catch some subtle movement in the corner of your eye. You immediately peer down the bed and spot a sizable tent underneath the bedsheet just over his hips, which can only mean one thing…
Mmm...it must really be a sexy dream if he’s that hard, you thought as the ever-present insatiable hunger starts to stir inside you. As he jerks beneath the bedsheet you feel that primal urge to stalk your prey…and before you know it, you are untangling yourself from his arms, using some of your blood to enhance your stealthy removal from his protective embrace. You slip down the length of his body underneath the bedsheet until you come face-to-face with the object of your voracious desire.
You settle in between his long legs, shimmying a little as your predatorial gaze hones in on his innermost thigh. A quiet sigh of delight escapes your lips as you ready one hand to grasp his hard member as soon as you strike. Vergil stirs in his sleep a bit, but you hold your position, brushing your mouth against the vein close to his groin. You wait for a moment as he drifts back into the world of dreams…and then you pounce, hissing softly before sinking your fangs into his thigh while you swiftly grab his cock.
Vergil’s entire body jolts at your sensual bite. You purr softly against his thigh as your hand strokes his shaft in time with every pull of your lips. A deep growl fills the air as he rips bedsheet away from both of your bodies. Your eyes flicker up to meet his confused yet lustful gaze as you continue to partake of him. He props himself up with one arm while the other reaches down, silver blue eyes never straying from your own amorous gaze as he combs his fingers through your hair.
You let out a satisfying hum and draw in one last mouthful of his crimson nectar before pulling away from this thigh. “Good evening, my love,” you murmur, not caring about the warm blood dripping down your chin as you languidly rub his cock.
“It seems I’ve fallen prey to my Evening Star’s desire once more,” he remarks, fierce eyes glancing over to watch your hand as it strokes him. You laugh ominously while baring your fangs, knowing that even though it is pitch black in the room, he can still witness your show of domineering seduction.
“I couldn’t help myself,” you admit before turning your head quickly to press a kiss at the base of his cock, which earns you a guttural grunt as your eyes catch his gaze again. “I’m not the only one who is temptation made flesh,” you declare adoringly, using the exact same words he uttered to you during that fateful night in the sparse motel room.
The corners of his mouth lift into a soft smirk as you kiss a trail up his stiff shaft, smearing the blood still clinging to your lips on the way up to the tip. You lick and nibble the sensitive skin on the underside of the head, fangs noticeably on display while your free hand wipes some blood off his thigh. Your tongue peeks out and swipes a pearly drop of precum leaking from the tip as both of your hands slicken him with blood. He twitches against the palms of your hands while you give the head a tentative suck before taking all of him into your mouth.
Vergil lets out long rumbling growl as you lavish the underside of his shaft with your tongue. One of the unforeseen perks of being a vampire is not having to breathe at all, so you can keep his delicious cock in the wet cavern of your mouth for as long as you want. You purr at the taste of his blood against his soft skin, teasing his rock-hard member with your sultry sounds while your head remains motionless around him. It is only when he starts to thrust impatiently against your lips that you decide to show some mercy.
The low rumbling growl turns into a series of sensuous grunts as you move your head and begin to suck him off with gusto. You feel him bury his fingers back into your hair, massaging your scalp as you let out your own growl of pleasure. The sensation of all his blood rushing straight to his cock makes your head spin in the most maddening way, making you ache for another taste of his devilish nectar. Your fangs elongate at the thought, dragging against his shaft with every stroke of your mouth.
Most men would be wary of a vampire using their fangs during such an intimate act…but not Vergil. In fact, going by his breathless groans, he rather enjoys the feeling of your fangs as they graze the most sensitive part of his body. Your ravening eyes shift their gaze up to admire the expression of total rapture on his handsome face. You relish the thought of him getting off on the danger of bedding such a powerfully seductive vampire.
You bring one of your hands back down to his thigh when you feel his skin grow even more taut against your lips and tongue. Vergil lifts his leg and splays his thigh out for you, already knowing what you plan to do next. Your lips curl into a pleased grin as your other hand encircles the base of his cock. Your hand continues to pleasure him while you pull him out of your mouth and rush back to that delectable spot on his thigh.
A resonant groan bursts from Vergil’s lips as soon as your fangs pierce his skin, hips rocking up with abandon to meet the downstroke of your hand. His cock gradually grows harder with every draw you take of his succulent blood. You sense his impending orgasm swelling up deep inside him and just before it breaks forth, you tear away from his thigh and push your chest close to his cock.
Vergil suddenly lets out a prolonged growl as he comes undone, vigorous hips still thrusting into your hand as he spills himself onto your chest. His warm blood sprinkles from your wanton lips and mixes with his white-hot seed as they both trickle down your breasts. You moan in satisfaction while you greedily pump him for all his worth, making sure to coat every inch of your chest with his cum until his cock is utterly spent.
Your mouth curves into a smug smirk as you gently relinquish his softening cock from your grasp and climb up over his body. You sit astride his waist and lovingly rub his chest while you wait for him to come around, feeling pleased with yourself when you see nothing but total bliss upon his gorgeous face. A deep throaty growl fills the air while a pair of strong hands caress your thighs…it does not take long for his eyes to snap open, gracing you with his intense gaze as he squeezes your hips.
You purr in pleasure as one hand slides up and swipes the mixture of blood and cum off your breast with his thumb. “It’s a shame that I can’t partake of it,” you note softly before licking the remainder of your luscious feast from your lips. “Sleep well?” you ask with an impish grin, leaning over a little so that his hand can fully cup your breast.
Vergil hums as one corner of his mouth quirks into an amused grin. “I believe you already know the answer to that,” he murmurs back as his other hand glides over your hip and gives your pert bottom a firm slap before grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Mmm…” You wiggle your hips playfully as you lean down closer to him. “You drank a lot more of me than usual before going to bed this morning,” you point out with a cheeky grin. “Perhaps you’re finally feeling the normal effects vampiric blood has on mortals after they’ve had a taste,” you surmise as your hands slither up his chest to rest on his broad shoulders.
“If the effects include conjuring up arousing dreams,” Vergil presumes wryly as his hand leaves the comfort of your breast. “Then yes…I suppose it did.” His arm circles around your back and brings you down closer to him, not caring about the sticky mess dirtying his chest. You lower your face down closer just as he lifts his head and captures your lips with a passionate kiss. A few gratifying grunts and heavy pants mingle together as it deepens, bodies swaying against each other gently in this quiet moment after a storm of heated desire.
After a few more thorough strokes of his tongue, Vergil nibbles softly on your bottom lip before pulling away to stare up deeply into your eyes. “You took me by surprise, my Evening Star,” he marvels, brushing your hair away from your face as the blue hue of his eyes light up in wonder. “Not many can do that,” he adds while both of his hands rub up and down your back.
“As I said before, I couldn’t help myself,” you giggle softly as you rest your forehead against his brow. “You looked so perfect and so peaceful while you slept,” you murmur while nuzzling his face fondly. “But then I saw that you were pitching a rather delectable tent down there.” You grind your hips to emphasize your words, earning you a low snarl of warning from him as the head of his reinvigorated cock brushes against the backside of your thigh.
You just give him a naughty smirk as you continue to shamelessly writhe against his body. Your voice lowers down to a hushed whisper as your lips brush against his frowning mouth. “So, I went on the prowl for pleasure. And when I found it…” One of your fangs peeks out and pricks his bottom lip, which earns you one final growl of warning and smack against your bottom. You respond with a soft hiss before lapping up the droplets of blood as it drips down his chin, meeting his sharp stare with your lustful gaze as you provoke him with your dirty whispers one last time.
“Your blood and cock taste so good together, my love.”
A ravenous snarl echoes through the room as Vergil bucks his hips, wrapping your body against him in a vice grip as he rolls over and entraps you beneath him. “I am not easy prey,” he contends with a deep growl while staring you down with his heated gaze. The blue hue in his eyes seem to melt away as his pupils dilate dramatically. He uses a some of his strength to hold you down, effectively barring you from using any of your vampiric trickery to escape. You whimper as he starts to rock against you ever so slightly, teasing you with the tip of his cock as it barely slides over your slick entrance.
The corners of his mouth curve into a pleased smirk as a cocky laugh bursts from his lips. “It seems the hunter has become the hunted.” He hooks his elbows behind your knees and pins your arms down against the mattress with his hands. You struggle in his tight and overbearing embrace, but to no avail: he has you completely at his mercy. He looms over you, leering down at the lewd sight of blood and cum all over your breasts, and asserts in a deep and wicked voice full of dark promises and exquisite sins…
“Now I’m on the prowl for pleasure.”
Vergil rears back and licks you from your chest all the way up to your neck. You cry out when he nips the crook of your neck, teasing you with his teeth before going back down below the curve of your breasts. He looks up at you with a sinful glint in his eye as he pokes his tongue out and licks some of his own cum off your skin, humming softly at his own taste before going back for more. You whine and wriggle beneath him, silently begging for relief from the aching need growing with every swipe of his devilish tongue. He ignores your weak pleas as his unyielding tongue cleans every inch of your breast.
His hungry mouth captures your nipple and sucks it just enough to have you moaning and quivering beneath him. Another frustrated cry bursts from your lips as he releases that breast, only to move onto your other breast, lazily cleaning it as he stares up at you with enraptured eyes. As you watch him savor his own blood and cum, you feel a very primal part of yourself begin to stir deep inside you. It reawakens the insatiable hunger that constantly clamors for more and you cannot help but to thrash against his unmoving form as it demands to take, to bite, to fuck…
Vergil must sense your oncoming frenzy since his questing tongue becomes more direct and quickly finishes licking the rest of his seed from your breast. He lets out a deep rumbling growl as he shoots back up your body, once again thrusting his hips while his cock slides against your slick center. You answer his growl with your own ravenous snarl while your hips rock furiously against him, trying in vain to alleviate the tortuous tension building up between your legs.
“Vergil, my love…”
His silver eyes spark with a predatorial glow as they stare down at you in total awe of the feral vampire currently baring her fangs while moaning his name. For the first time since turning the tables on you, he groans and lowers his face closer to yours as his hips move faster between your legs, careful not push himself into your wanton heat just yet. “You may not be able…to partake of my seed,” he pants between hard thrusts, bringing his mouth close to your snarling lips. “But you can, however…taste this part of me.”
And with that sudden revelation, he pries your lips open with his dominate mouth and immediately pushes his tongue past your fangs, ravishing every inch of your mouth as it glides against your own grasping tongue. You let out a heady moan as you revel in the taste of his cum, noting that it is cool and slightly salty with dash of sweetness. It may not be as thick as his demonically blessed blood, but it is just as delicious and utterly satisfying. You cannot get enough it as your tongue seeks out more and more, truly savoring your devilish lover as he stokes the flame of desire burning deep inside you.
Vergil loosens his grip on your arms to brace himself on the bed and you practically purr in excitement as you instantly rake your fingers through his disheveled white hair. But this, along with his tantalizing kiss, serves as a distraction from his hips as they slowly drawback. Before you can even notice this sly move, he slams his cock deep inside you, burying himself all the way to the hilt in one swift motion. You tear away from his mouth as a shocked gasp bursts from your lips, but it soon turns into pleased moan as he begins to fuck you senseless.
“Oh, my Evening Star,” he murmurs in reverence as his hips set a brutal pace that will assuredly make you come undone very shortly. “You always look so glorious when you have my cock between these dangerous lips,” he avows as his soft fingertips caress your mouth in wonder. All you can do is keen and whimper while his cock pounds into your welcoming heat, driving you mad with every ruthless thrust as he grinds against your clit.
Vergil chuckles softly at your incoherent response before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “It’s no wonder humans and devils alike cannot resist your alluring charm,” he praises darkly, nipping and nibbling your skin as your cunt clenches tight around him in anticipation.
A guttural growl is the only warning you get before feeling his teeth bite down hard upon your neck. You cry out in pain as the sharp sting of his bite shoots through your entire being before coming to a head at the center of your quivering sex. Your cry molds into a choked scream as you finally tip over the precipice of pleasure, clutching his head tightly as you come crashing down around his impressive cock. He relentlessly pumps into you as intense pleasure wracks your body, humming and grunting against your neck as he partakes of you. You are vaguely aware of him bending your legs up higher over your head, which only prolongs the rapturous waves of wild bliss as he pounds even deeper inside you.
When your pleasure finally dies down, Vergil release your neck and regales you with dirty whispers that never fail to rekindle your insatiable hunger. “You must shine so beautifully when you have a mortal under your seductive sway…tempting them to follow you through the shadows with your beguiling gaze,” he purrs by your ear, sending shivers down your spine as the deep timbre of his voice titillates your ego.
“Oh fuck…” you sigh helplessly as your body responds to his erotic words, already feeling that sweet tension gathering up in your quivering core once more. Vergil growls harshly while his hips pick up pace, chasing his own pleasure with every slick stroke of his cock. He lifts his face away from your neck and pins you down with his fervid gaze as he drives you ever closer to sweet oblivion.
“I want to watch you from afar…as you seduce your prey,” he divulges with a hoarse grunt over the vulgar slap of your bodies, silver eyes never leaving your hazy gaze as he reveals his inner most desires. “I want to see you bring their quaking body…into your enticing embrace,” he groans while he leans forward to offer you his neck. Your eyes instantly spot the prominent vein pulsating underneath his skin and you cannot help but to moan in ecstasy as you feel another orgasm welling up inside you. And just before it spills over you hear him whisper the last part of his fantasy:
“I want to admire your distant fire while you bite their warm and inviting neck.”
A feral hiss leaves your throat while you bare your fangs, diving in for another feast just as your pleasure breaks forth once again. You feel his cock grow thicker in your twitching cunt before he comes with hoarse roar, filling you his warm seed as both of you let the throes of passion carry you away. As you drink his blood by the mouthful, you bask in the presence of this extraordinary man that makes you feel so alive as pulses of pleasure ripple through your body.
Vergil gradually slows his ardent thrusts while both of you float back down from your indulgent summit. You carry on with your luscious feast as he comes to a complete halt. He lowers your legs and wraps them around his waist as a contented hum rumbles through his throat. One of his hands slip under the small of your back while the other cradles your head closer to his neck. You hold onto his shoulders before he lifts you up from the bed, stubbornly refusing to pull out of your warmth as you sit down on his lap with great care. He strokes your back gently and you nestle deeper into arms, totally serene and completely satisfied.
“Have I sated your hunger, my Evening Star?”
You smile and draw in one last mouthful of his blood before detaching your fangs from his neck. “Yes, my love,” you whisper, pulling your head back to stare into his silver blue eyes. “But it won’t be long before I crave more of you.”
Vergil hums in approval as his dripping red lips quirk into a soft grin. He surrounds your body with his warm embrace and intoxicating scent as he plants a gentle kiss between your brow. The feel of his lips as they imprint his kiss with your blood still clinging to his mouth makes you shiver in quiet delight. You plant your own bloody kiss on his chin before both of your lips press sweetly together. His tongue lazily swipes out and you instantly let him taste and explore your mouth at his leisure, giving you more time to relax in the comfort of his embrace.
After a few more ravishing kisses, Vergil breaks away from your mouth and finally pulls himself out of you, making you whine in disappointment as the sense of fullness disappears. He chuckles under his breath and tells you to hold onto him as he shuffles toward the edge of the bed. You grasp his shoulders and squeeze your legs around his waist just before he stands up. He makes sure you are secure in his arms before proceeding to the adjoining bathroom.
As he ambles over to the bathroom door, you lean over his neck and lick your bite mark until the wounds fully close. A soft giggle escapes your lips as parts of his incredibly hot fantasy come to mind. “It seems that my fierce fella craves some voyeurism,” you recall salaciously, nipping at his ear playfully with one of your fangs while you your hips wiggle suggestively.
“It’s hardly voyeurism,” Vergil scoffs as he tilts his head away from your teasing mouth.
You snap your head back and stare at him in disbelief. “Really?” you prod with an unblinkingly as he opens the bathroom door before entering. “What would you call it then?” you question curiously as he puts you down in front of the shower.
“Genuine curiosity,” he retorts as he draws back the curtain and turns on the water. You quirk a brow and cross your arms as you both wait for the water to heat up.
Vergil has always let you indulge in both your desires and his blood, yet he never voiced any of his own personal desires until now. There was that time in the cemetery with the Yamato, but he claims that it was all just to help you get over your fears. You always thought that there was more to it than just lending a helping hand…no one just casually offers you to use a very powerful and revered relic in the most indecent way without getting something from it. In fact, as you look back on that night of debauchery, he loved every single moment of you handling the Yamato in such a fashion! He does not say what he desires often, but when he does…
No fella of mine is gonna go unsated for as long as we’re together.
As your devilish lover tests the temperature of the water, you step over to stand beside him and lovingly wrap your arms around his waist. “I’m glad you decided to share this…genuine curiosity with me,” you reaffirm softly, feeling him stiffen for a moment in your embrace before relaxing at your words. You snuggle up to his chest as he brings his arm around your shoulder, hugging you back tightly as you continue to speak.
“But secretly watching me as I seduce and feed on unsuspecting mortals sounds pretty voyeuristic to me.”
Vergil hums softly in thought as you look up and give him a lascivious wink. He lets out an irritated huff, but the small smirk and slight shake of his head means that he is just playing hard to get. After another test of the water, he takes your hand and helps you into the shower, quickly joining you as soon as you are under its cleansing spray. Both of you take turns under the shower, letting it wash away some of the evidence of your dirty deeds before washing up with soap.
“This sudden desire,” he begins, opening up a little more to you as he grabs a blue loofah, “to watch you hunt for mortal prey has been plaguing my dreams for some time now.” He snatches a bottle of soap and pours some onto the wet loofah, lathering it up thoroughly before taking you into his arms. “And you have no room to criticize since you obviously enjoyed every single detail of it as well,” he finishes with a low grumble as one of hands comes down and gives your bottom a firm smack.
“Well, yeah! Of course I did! It’s fucking sexy!” you openly admit, earning you a slight quirk of his brow and a gleam of interest in his eyes as he starts to scrub your back with the soapy loofah. “And I wasn’t criticizing! I just didn’t expect you to be into that kind of fantasy since…uh…” Your words trail off as you ponder the best way to explain. You sigh and decide that the best approach is to just be direct and hope that he understands that it is just a normal part of being a vampire.
“Do you know how mortals react to the Dark Kiss?” you inquire, staring up at him nervously as you nibble on your lower lip with one of your fangs.
“They are paralyzed with ecstasy while they experience the most exquisite pleasure.”
Vergil’s correct response has you quirking a brow as your mouth gapes open in shock. He simply keeps washing your back as he gives you a cocky smirk. “I must admit…I didn’t foresee having this fantasy either,” he confesses as he kneels to scrub your legs. “But I do find the prospect of watching you bestow this Dark Kiss very intriguing.” He stands back up after a few more strokes along the curve of your calves and thighs with the soapy loofah and prompts you to turn around before proceeding to wash your chest and belly.
“But what arouses me the most…is the thought of beholding my Evening Star in all her splendor and glory while she shines at the height of her power,” he whispers sinfully by your ear while fondling one of your breasts.
You whimper at the thought of him watching you mesmerize a mortal before sinking your fangs into their flesh. “We can fulfill your fantasy if you want,” you provocatively propose, leaning back against his chest as he drops the soapy loofah to cup your other breast. “I do kind of miss the hunt…but not because you don’t feed me well! Or that your blood isn’t potent enough!” you reassure, worried that you might have offended him. You hastily try to remedy the situation with compliments. “Because believe me it’s the best blood I’ve ever-”
Vergil tilts your chin up and interrupts your glowing praise with a hard kiss. You immediately relax against his lips and just melt into his embrace as he continues to caress your soapy breasts. He gently breaks away from your mouth after a few moments and rests his brow against your forehead. “I understand why you would miss it. The thrill of the hunt is just part of your vampiric nature,” he reaffirms in a hushed whisper, fondly stroking your cheek as you stare into his admiring gaze. “And if fulfilling my fantasy assuages one of your desires as well…” The corners of his mouth curl into a wicked grin as he nuzzles your face.
“How could I resist such temptation as this?”
A sultry moan leaves your lips as he grinds against your ass, nestling his hard cock in between your cheeks. You thrust your hips back against him a couple of times before reaching down between your legs. “If you promise to let me taste this part of you again,” you purr, grabbing his cock and giving him a few firm strokes before sliding him in between your thighs. “I’ll be sure to pull out all the stops on this night of carnal delight.”
You clench your thighs and begin to thrust back once more, teasing both of you as the head of his cock rocks back and forth against your aching center. Vergil grunts and grabs your hips, meeting your every thrust with his own teasing stroke. “All we need to do is go somewhere like a bar or a nightclub,” you explain breathlessly, reaching up to cup his face while you stare up at him with affectionate eyes. “And while I go on the prowl…you can just hang back and enjoy the show.”
Vergil lets out a low rumbling growl as he slides one hand up along your spine, gently bending you over until your supporting yourself with your hands against the shower wall. You feel his cock slip into your slick heat as tiny flecks of water sprinkle over your skin. He brings one arm around your waist while the other rests above your hands. And as his hips begin to move in a slow and steady pace, he leans over and peppers your back with light kisses before confirming your plans in a deep sensuous voice dripping with untold tales of forbidden pleasures:
“It’s a date.”