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“You’re quite brave, Master.”
That low, deep bass that almost rumbles, all on its own. Vlad’s voice is like chocolate for sound, this dark luxurious thing that makes even his mockery seductive. Alone it’s amazing, but combined with his room, all this light and tint and calm geometry? I start to understand why hypnotism was part of all the legends.
‘Chocolate’. Funny, thinking all this is thanks to a bit of chocolate and my big mouth.
“I did say I’d visit,” I answer as I walk up to his study chair, where he’s sitting cross-legged, a book in his lap. Half of Vlad’s room is books; for a dragon he reads a lot.
“And you expected…”
“…’To have a lovely Valentine’s with my Vlad’,” I recite. “Yeah.”
He doesn’t huff, or grimace, or anything like that, and that’s one of the things I love about Vlad. Doesn’t even breathe, if you look closely. The only hint of his irritation is a little turn of his lip into a smirk. When he snaps his finger, it sounds like the whole room was centered around the noise.
The room’s suddenly empty save for him in his chair, the carpet leading up, and the door behind me. Not the first time seeing this trick, but it’s always fun. Now looking straight into his piercing ice-blue glare, that’s a first.
“Are you afraid?”
“Hm…
nope.”
Not scary, but also fun. I step onto the carpet and love how he twitches but doesn’t blink. I kneel at his feet, climbing into his lap when he shows no refusal. I hang on to his back; this close, I can smell his cologne. Some kind of tree… so wonderfully hypnotic, Vlad.
“Well,” I continue, “why should I fear the unknown? You said it yourself: you have no intention of harming such a gentle vassal. You have no intention of harming me – so as long as I’m careful, you’re not a danger, you’re a mystery. That thing I’ve explored plenty of, ever since I came to Chaldea. That thing that keeps me going through hell and high water. That thing that I can’t get enough of… or are you saying that you’re a danger despite that?” I lean a little more to whisper into his ear. “Is there something you can’t control when you’re around me? Are there things you want to do to me… or with me… my king?”
He might not budge an inch, but I can feel his mana flow in the link. Superhuman or not, the kind of self-control this must take is unbelievable; he stays relaxed, his body cool to the touch as always. No pulse or breath to tell me his next move – the thrill sends a shiver jolting through me.
But at last I feel his answer, beneath the hush. Soft but it’s there: this king deigns to touch me, can’t help but tease the curve of my back with slow hungering abandon.
“You toy with a powerful man.” He says it without a hint of tension, and in any other situation it might be quite a threat. But his fingers keep dancing over my spine, no Seal holding him back, and I know his real message.
“Not ‘a power I don’t understand’?” I don’t know when I started to play with his shoulder, but I’m not about to stop. “You’ve shown me so much, even if it’s only a fraction of who you are. And yes, sometimes I see you and know terror… but other times, so many other times, I look at you and know beauty.
You, my king, show me a beauty I never knew could exist. How could I not wonder what’s on the other side of that?”
He remains silent and still for a moment more. A tortuous moment. “And should I refuse to bring you there?”
“Then that is my king’s judgement,” I breathe. “But anywhere Your Majesty would take this humble servant – that is a heaven she has never known.”
My lips are just barely apart from his ear, his mouth in reach of my neck; I can feel his flesh cool my skin. His tracing touch has stopped, two gentle points soft against my back. He savors the quiet, tastes my growing tension. He only says a word, yet it makes the air almost quake:
“Master?”
“Yes?”
“Follow me as far as you dare.”
He starts with my neck, and for all his tongue’s softness it might as well be a flash of lightning. His other hand slips between my legs, feels how wet I am and after all the wait it is a mercy –
But more, there has to be more. My dragon toys only with my hard need, slipping the slick over my head and letting all the rest of me lay in taut goosebump against the not-warm-enough air. I slam into that first wall of ecstasy as if it wasn’t there; he lets me arc my back all I like, only refusing to touch.
(only refusing the one thing I need you tricky bastard)
“My king,” I gasp hungrily. It’s nearly a snarl; it was nearly much ruder too, but charm’s still on my mind. I feel two seismic tremors behind my lungs: his laughter, something between amusement and interest.
He drags the wait out, watching my chest heave. “More?”
“More,” I repeat –
And he starts right back up, teasing me with quick little circles before lifting me by my thighs. Just below I can feel him hard as a rock – when did he undo his pants, I distantly wonder – but not about to be outdone I try pushing into him the moment he’s in position.
“-!!!”
That may have been a mistake. That may have been a bit of a mistake. But now his hands are absolutely clenched on my thighs, just enough to feel him pushed to the edge but not so far that it hurts. He’s not moving yet but I can nearly feel the muscles of his palms – just under all the mayhem I feel rather than hear him admit a subtle gasp of his own, and suddenly all of this has been damn worth it.
Now my dragon begins to pump. I was wrong; this is mercy. I push and pull with him, savoring the twitch of his hand before he lets it slip up to my breast. His soft – cool – playful fingers feathering just so on my nipple, it’s even better… but still, no neck? No neck from a vampire?
My lovely dragon uses his other hand to tease my tip, and my neck is a distant issue. So close again –
This time it’s from slamming into him with wild goddamn abandon. There’s flashes of light even with my eyes so shut. He’s kneading my chest and tentatively rubbing the lips of my crotch… he really thinks I’ll give up, doesn’t he? All I wait for is for everything to stop feeling too good for a tingling moment.
“More, my king,” I pant. Right – back – up – yes, he tries to dance against my nipple again, but my bucking throws him just too much off. Now that’s just a bit too much for him, and he presses his fangs against my neck and growls as he holds my thigh with a hand. I feel the bass roll straight through me, and I go perfectly still at that.
“Good,” he says in something much too rumbling to be a whisper. I have just enough time to marvel at how awesome my dragon is –
When he starts kissing and nibbling at my neck, pumping in and out of time with it all.
I make this noise at the lovely treatment, one part moan and one part maddened snarl. I want to just pound him into oblivion again, just completely devour him – but let him get his bearings, let’s see where he’s going. He laughs at the turnabout…
It turns out where he’s going is slower. Deep, but still tormentingly slow. His fingers just slip and slip against my clit and nipple and he licks and licks right where I know he can feel the heat of my veins and he pistons in and out me just enough to get me on the edge fuck
“More,” I unquestionably snarl this time, as another wave of pleasure crashes into me. I’m not sure I had the patience for vowels at this point.
“Are you sure?” Utterly calm again, but no mistaking the smug beneath. Still barely pumping, making everything just overload that tiny bit.
“You… you haven’t finished.” So this is actual gasping… “So more.”
He teases me with one last thing: his silence.
“More, my king!”
So this is actual begging! Not that I care, hearing his three little words:
“At once, Master.”
Those words alone probably could’ve made me cum, but Vlad makes sure to mess just a little more with me, pinching at my other nipple as he pushes just a bit deeper into me. I have no idea how much more I can do, it’s almost instinct to cast a Reinforce spell...
But there’s no way I’ll give up that easily to this dragon of mine.
I push into him, pull out of him. Faster, faster. Faster, faster.
FASTER!
He barely makes a grunt when he cums, but I can feel Vlad fill me with three spurts, and the knowledge is the best damned victory all month. I moan with him – only right to tell him how well he did – and turning to him, I plant the kiss he’s avoided this whole time.
Our tongues dancing together, his cock spent and warm inside me (hah, wasn’t expecting his cum to be warm). His hands just massaging my pussy, into this hypnotic haze?
Heaven. This is absolutely Heaven.
But not quite our destination.
After we’ve caught our breath, I lap and suck at his tongue one last time as I pull away. “Your Majesty?”
“My Master?”
I can ignore the shock of pride, but only just. “Don’t you want a taste?”
Now there’s a silence, but there’s nothing sexy about it.
After a moment, my dragon finds his composure, and he pets my head softly. “…Are you sure?”
Whatever god rules everything, please know I completely love this man.
“I trust my king,” I say; the words flow so love-warm and I adore that my dragon can hear it. “So please… please eat me, Your Majesty. Devour this servant to your heart’s content.”
I expect him to start, every bit of me wants to just explode at the touch of his fangs, but instead I hear his beautiful shockwave of a voice. He asks me one thing:
“Reinforce yourself, Master.”
I do.
The wave is like a warm bath after all we’ve done. My dragon’s true fangs at my neck, the promise to come after that bath. He doesn’t even feel like a knife by me; just another lovely effect of a vampire’s real kiss, I suppose.
I start petting his head, my Vlad’s head. I can feel him tremble as the last of his restraint vanishes, his wet breath near roaring over my veins…
And mad as I’ve already gone, I feel his fangs and know our night’s only begun.
MEANWHILE, SEVERAL ROOMS OVER:
Mash is having some tea, watching the big blernsball game. It’s the third time the simulator’s mixed up baseball so she doesn’t get the rules, but from the sound of things someone hit something right; she wonders how Senpai’s doing. They’re going past the sixth base when –
Obscurant Wall of Chalk
Mash knocks her mug clear across the room, feeling a sudden jolt like someone decided to chew on her neck for no reason.
Ah, so that’s how Senpai’s doing.
ALTERNATELY:
They’re going past the sixth base when –
“Yes!!! Yes, my king!!!”
An inordinately lewd voice rings through the walls and seemingly down the hallway.
Mash is no longer wondering how Senpai’s doing.