A/N: I am in LUST with this pic by Sakimi-Chan! I mean...drool! There's my husbando!
Reader P.O.V.
Chuckling to myself, I finished putting everything away. I then realized that I was just putting off my own trek to my new room. Nervousness had made me fidget with things I really didn't need to do. Anxiety had me trying to find anything to keep me busy in order to delay my progression to my room with Alucard. Sighing at my own ridiculousness, I blew out the last of the candles save one and made my way to the bedroom.
It was there that I found Alucard had pulled back the blankets, prepared a small bowl of water with cloths sitting beside it, and placed a screen on what I presumed to be my side of the bed to allow me some privacy should I wish to change. He, meanwhile, was crouched down before the fireplace where he poked and prodded at the logs to ensure they would evenly burn and wouldn't fall or roll out.
"Thank you for all of this," I said quietly. "I didn't realize just how much I was looking forward to not having to sleep in jeans before now."
Without turning, he said, "It stands to reason that you're probably the most uncomfortable of us all. You've been cramped up on that sofa in the library with no real way of cleaning up or making yourself comfortable to sleep. I thought that you should make yourself truly comfortable for a change of pace."
"That and the thought of sleeping next to someone who smells like I do at this moment is less than pleasing?" I snarked playfully. His response was to whip his head around so fast, I'm sure than if the neck bones would allow, his head would have spun completely off his neck and onto the floor.
"N-no! That's not what I meant to imply at all!" he expressed nervously. "I just wanted you to have one night where you could be as comfortable as possible."
I had to smile. This poor man, who was only trying his best to be sincere in his intentions, was laid low by my well-intentioned jest and was now urgently attempting to recover from the heat now climbing up his cheeks and ears. I put down everything and walked over to him in an effort to comfort him.
"Adrian," I said softly as I rested my hand on his shoulder, "I know what you meant. I think that my joke just didn't go over as well as I'd hoped it would."
Looking at me through his lashes, he grinned up at me. "I should have expected that. You do have a habit of poking people a bit."
"Yup, I do!" I said with a smile before sticking my tongue out at him and moving back over behind the screen.
I looked through my bag and found the parcel of clothes that my ex had unceremoniously thrown at me in the supermarket. The thought that the ex had even considered touching my things made my skin crawl, but I sucked it up and opened up the package. Just opening it up I could smell the fabric softener that I always use on my clothes and calmed down significantly, The idea that the ex had done something to my clothing was a real possibility, but I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't a realized one. I pulled out a pair of shorts and one of my sleep shirts to change into, stripped out of my clothes that I'd no idea I was looking forward to taking off and began to wash up before bed.
Alucard P.O.V.
I can't believe how much I'd jumped at her joke. I sounded so much like a kid caught peeping and trying to convince not only himself, but his accuser that he wasn't actually doing what he was being accused of. I could still feel the heat from the blush that exploded across my face even now, and my mind was still rolling through all kinds of excuses that I could have used to answer her question instead of sounding like a twit.
I turned to go toward the bed only to be brought up short when I noticed that the screen that I had placed next to the bed to give Y/N privacy was rendered almost completely useless when a light was shining behind it. I nearly tripped when my foot struck the end of the bed and had to keep my scream from startling the poor woman as she continued her night-time routine. My mouth started to go dry as I watched her silhouette behind the screen begin to remove it's clothes. I sat down slowly to keep the bed from creaking too much only to realize that the bed creaking would be the best way to let her know that everything was fine and that she had privacy.
My mind kept telling me that I should tell her about the fact that I was getting a show while she stripped down and began washing herself, but my groin screamed "Don't you FUCKING dare!". I knew ahead of time that she was bigger than most women I've ever known, but it only made her sexier to me. Her warmth that radiated from her body drew me closer, her curves were in the perfect places for me to place my hands and arms, her thighs...oh, damn! Her thighs practically begged me to get between them. And earlier, when she wrapped her legs around me and I had her plush bottom in my hands, it felt like home. It felt as if she was made just for me. The gods, or devils, decided to make a woman as perfect as they could just to give specifically to me, although I would have to work for her and may not have found her without a happy accident.
I watched Y/N's shadow as her hand reached into the bowl of water, squeezed off the excess and then ran the cloth up and down her skin, slowly removing the debris on her body. I heard her humming a little tune as she worked the cloth over and over, occasionally dipping it into the bowl of water to continue her ablutions. I found myself wishing to be that cloth all of a sudden and had to shake the thought from my mind and try to focus on something else before I made a fool of myself yet again. I took off my shirt and boots, lay back with my pillows propping me up against the headboard and grabbed the book that rest on the stand next to me. And that's when Y/N spoke.
"Adrian?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you want me in here? I don't want to intrude on your privacy or anything, so if I'm unwelcome, please let me know."
I couldn't believe her! After the intimacy that we shared earlier in the day, she honestly believes that having her here with me is an inconvenience? How could she be so wrong?
"Y/N, if I didn't want you in here, I would have shown you to a completely different room earlier," I remarked easily. "Having you here in my room is nerve-wracking, to be sure, but it isn't unwelcome."
"Nerve-wracking?" she sounded surprised. "I make you that nervous?"
"You have no idea," I replied as I watched her silhouette moving behind the screen. Her hand was gliding over her skin and the smell of honey and some other scent I didn't quite recognize wafted around the room. I heard her chuckle while she put her clothing on.
"I'm sure there's no reason for you to be so nervous. I don't bite....much."
I had to chuckle in response while saying, "Maybe not much, but I leave marks behind when I do."
She peeked around the side of the screen. "Who said I don't leave marks?"
I raised my hands in defeat. "You win. I lose. I give."
"You'd better, mister, or I'll prove it," she remarked sassily before retreating behind the screen once more.
Oh, how I wanted to call her on that just to see what happens, but suddenly found myself utterly afraid of what she would say if I did. I mean we did have that kiss earlier that we both nearly gave in to, but now that she was really here with me, I was having my doubts about how to proceed. 'Should I wait for her to make a move? Should I do it? How should I do it if I'm the one to move first? Would we go further than a kiss? If we do, will I be any good since I've only had sex once? Should I ask her? What will she say if I do ask her? Will she make fun of me for asking? Will she just take the lead? Will I be frightened by the move she makes? How will I know what I'm supposed to do?'
All of these thoughts were swimming through my head for so long that I didn't even notice that she'd already dressed and joined me in bed. She was so quiet that I didn't know she'd been watching me for a bit silently.
"You know," she said, startling me out of my thoughts, "you worry your bottom lip a bit when you're deep in thought. What's on your mind?"
I absolutely, one-hundred percent couldn't tell her I'd been thinking about having sex with her while watching her get ready for bed. I absolutely could not tell her just how much I wanted to suck on her skin that was exposed by her sleep shirt as the cloth slid down her shoulder. Absolutely could not...so I made something up.
"I was thinking about the plumbing issue. I'm trying to remember exactly where I saw those tools I was telling you about that were at the bottom of the stairs. Father could have moved them at some point because mother was always afraid I'd get back down there and really hurt myself."
"That could be slightly problematic should we get down there and not be able to find them right off the bat, but you shouldn't worry about that too much. I could always rig up something to do what I need it to."
"Really?" I turned my upper body in her direction now that she was lying beside me. Trying not to sound like my throat was constricting at the sight of her beautiful body barely covered by a very large shirt, I only said the one word and waited for her response and swallowed thickly while her eyes were off me.
"Sure," she replied with confidence. "You know, this castle is still standing in my time and I've seen the plumbing before."
It did indeed surprise me to know that the castle still stood. "I would have thought the villagers would have ripped it down after everything my father did."
"Actually," she began, "in most cases, the things that he did toward the time he disappeared weren't recorded. However, most of the villagers in Romania believe that he was a just ruler who used his violent tendencies to keep order amongst his people and to keep enemies away from his kingdom."
"That's a nice way of saying he made everyone fear him because of his need to push rather large pikes up people's asses while they were still alive."
"I can't say they're wrong, though," she replied on a chuckle. "It did keep most of his enemies in other countries at bay because of that fear he instilled by impaling people. And, one can also say that he used his talents as a warlord to ensure the safety of those around him."
I looked at her as she spoke and saw that she had truly given this some thought. It wasn't that she was throwing out suppositions and half-truths, but rather informed opinions of what happened in my father's kingdom. I was impressed to say the least.
"There is one thing I have to tell you about my time that I think you have the right to know now before you even think of coming back with me." I hummed as an answer and waited for her to continue.
"In my time, the romanticism of the vampire is very popular. Not only was the book Bram Stoker's Dracula very popular, but also the movies, books, games, and other things that came afterwards. There are people who dress up like vampires for Halloween, as you saw me do in that picture I showed you, others that collect books and movies about them, still more that have gone so far as to have dental prosthetics permanently affixed to their regular teeth. There are even vampire cults in which agreeable donors give blood for others to drink."
I couldn't believe what she had told me. "There's no way that people would find this life interesting."
"You'd be surprised, Adrian," she chided. "People of my time have been stressed by their ways of living for so long that they will do just about anything to escape it. That's why we have so many books, movies and games that take people out of their lives and place them in their fantasies. Hell, there are some people who have been told by therapists that playing a violent game will aid them in their overall mental health."
These new facts surprised me to say the least.
"You mean, even though we vampires are either regarded as gods or are persecuted for being what we are isn't something these others have to worry about?"
"Well," she said with a smile, "its not like they aren't sometimes regarded as being nuttier than a squirrel turd, but, for the most part, they are left alone. Most of the time you don't even know that someone is a 'vampire' until they open their mouths and you see the evidence right in front of you. Still other times, you sometimes find in the news about a murderous cult of people who carry the vampire part too far."
I chuckled. "Some of the phrases you say..."
"Yes," she responded dramatically, "I do have a way of turning a phrase. Rather descriptive at sometimes while completely confusing at others." She then settled down under the blanket and sighed with pleasure as her body sunk into the mattress.
"My mouth runs away with me from time to time, so forgive me. Its a bad habit I have."
I lay down on my side facing her and truly looked at the person before me. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair and how it fell around her face, her (e/c) eyes and how they sparkled in the candlelight, her (l/c) lips with the light flickering off their dewy surface. Without saying anything more, I found myself leaning forward to taste those lips once more.
"Then allow me to silence it for you."
SPICY LIME ALERT! SPICY LIME ALERT!
It started as small, quick pecks with gentle pressure. Innocent. Pure. I found that my heart began beating faster in my chest as she reached forward to place her hand on my chest. It was almost as if it were answering her silent beckoning through the heat of her fingertips as she lightly touched my skin. Soon, however, I leaned over her prone body and used my tongue to beg entrance into her mouth, begging for the tender war to begin and without a fight, she responded by parting her lips. Our tongues rubbed against each other in a sensual dance that I needn't have worried about my inexperience for as hers showed me the way.
I felt her pull me closer before she tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. I tried like hell not to melt and failed miserably, feeling my arms unlock and my body slowly lowering down to hers. The smile that graced her lips even as she kissed me told me that she had intended for this to happen, thus sparking my retaliation as I pushed my right hand under her waist and my left beneath her head. My fangs felt as if they were in the way of everything and I felt them slightly retract, surprising both of us. Deciding not to question it, I deepened the kiss even further eliciting a moan to pass from her mouth to mine and her fingers to dig into my back.
Taking a chance, I moved my body between her legs and instantly felt her breath catch in her chest. I broke the kiss only to resume it on her jaw and up to her ear. I felt her fingers thread through my hair as she tilted her head to allow me further access while my tongue drew around the outside shell of her ear down to her earlobe, which I took into my mouth to alternate between gentle nips, suction and twirling my tongue around. The moan I got from her with my ministrations excited me a bit more than I wanted to admit, which spurred me on to nibbling and sucking on her neck.
Reader P.O.V.
When Adrian started nibbling on my ears, the first thing that came to mind were all of those Japanese drama CDs I owned where the voice actor would make it sound like they were sucking and kissing your ears. Some of them sounded so stupid that you had to wonder if you were being pleasured by a man or having a dog drool in your ear, but others would send shivers down my spine and cause goosebumps to rise on my skin. Adrian was definitely in the latter category. Not too sloppy and not too painful, causing my body to heat up and moans to escape my throat like prisoners being released from a long confinement.
I could feel his hardened member firmly seated in the heat radiating from my core, his hips moving ever so slightly to create a wonderful friction between our clothed bodies. I forced myself to keep my moans quiet regardless of the pleasure he was giving me because of Sypha and Trevor down the hall. I knew that if I let my full volume out, they'd hear us and Trevor wouldn't be able to keep his fucking mouth shut. That's something I couldn't allow because I knew that it would make Adrian self-conscious and embarrass us both.
When his kisses went down my throat, I could feel his fangs slightly digging into my skin. Still mystified on how they retracted as they did, my reaction to their near penetration of my flesh turned me on more and more. I fought against the urge to tell him that he could bite me because I didn't know what it would do to him if he were to partake of my blood. As far as I knew, he'd never drank blood before and I didn't want to lead him down a path he didn't know, understand or feared no return from, so I kept my little fantasy to myself. If he wanted to go further later, I wouldn't deny him.
I felt his fingers dig into my back, but only enough to start pulling my shirt up. Taking the hint, I raised up slightly to allow him to pull the shirt off completely. When I lowered back down to the mattress, his hand that had previously been behind my head was now massaging my (b/s) breast in small circles with the nipple hardening in his palm. His lips then came back to mine while his other hand pulled my thigh up around his waist and gripped gently onto the form below his long fingers. Our hips rocked in a slow, steady rhythm and created a sensation that only pushed our feverish kisses further. The feeling of having his hands on me spurred on my reactions and his lips on mine were the only thing keeping my moans from getting louder.
Alucard P.O.V.
This woman was driving me insane! Her lips were so soft, but her tongue twirling around with mine was taking my breath away and her sweet moans were music to my ears. Knowing that I was causing that sent chills down my spine and blood to my swollen manhood. My hips moved on their own causing the most delectable pressure between the two of us and her heated core didn't escape my notice. I could feel her raising her hips up to meet mine, her back arching in pleasure and her fingernails digging into my skin.
I wanted so badly to make love to Y/N because if our kissing were any indication of how perfect she felt under me, I would descend into a lusty fog that I'd happily allow my mind, body and soul to occupy forever. I increased the friction between us and she broke the kiss long enough to gasp deeply and wrap her legs around my waist. Her half-lidded gaze pulled me in for another round of kissing only to have her take her turn.
Turning my head, she pulled me down closer and moved my hair. Then her tongue darted out and licked up around the shell of my ear and her grazing her teeth back down to my earlobe. I groaned into the juncture of her neck and shoulder and began to raise back up only to have her stop me and begin nipping and placing open mouth kisses on my neck. It was a heavenly torture not to be able to join my lips with hers again, but one I'd suffer again and again just to have this feeling one more time. Her tongue darted out from time to time, leaving a small patch of moisture on my skin which she would then blow on lightly and then lightly nibble on the spot. She continued this all the way down to my shoulder where she bit down harshly, causing my hips to buck forward hard and my own bite reflex to kick in.
I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to hurt Y/N...ever. But when my teeth descended down and pierced her skin, I could hear the pained gasp that made her chest rise sharply, feel how her fingernails dug into my back and the way that her legs locked even harder around my waist. I began to release my bite when she suddenly moaned loudly and I felt the heat of her core increase and liquefy, The sensation of her heat and the taste of her blood on my tongue sent me over my edge and I shuddered with my own release.
SPICY LIME END
I relaxed my bite at the same time Y/N did and turned my head to look into her heavy-lidded eyes. Panting from our shared release we kissed each other one last time, tasting each other's blood still in our mouths before we fell asleep, Y/N holding me close to her breast and me with my arms wrapped around her waist.
A/N 2: As an apology for taking so long to get a new chapter up, I hope that you all enjoy this extra long chapter with spicy lime. Thank you all for reading! You guys are awesome!