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"NO! Uh-uh, no way!" You yelled into the peephole. He was out there again, banging on the door and pleading to come in. He had a habit of making himself look as pathetic as possible until you gave in, only to miraculously sound better the second you opened the door and allowed him inside.
"Please! I ain't fuckin' around this time I swear!" Remmick yelled back. "They're after me!" You made a face, trying your best to communicate your annoyance through the wooden door. You unlocked and opened the top half of the Dutch door, angrily swinging it wide open.
"Who's after you this time?" You questioned, not believing him for a second. The humid night air hit your face immediately. He, admittedly, looked worse than usual. His wifebeater was soaked in sweat and blood (some, but not all of it, others'), and he had a black eye already forming. His mouth was sharp and full of fangs, but a couple of them looked more jagged than usual, almost as if someone had broken them.
"Witch Hunters!" Remmick moaned. Your heart dropped into your stomach, your breath stuttering. They had been after you on and off for months. They hadn't given you a solid reason for targeting you, other than perhaps not wanting to bend the knee just because some pompous old man asked you to.
You glanced away from Remmick's face and into the dark night behind him. You didn't hear anything, other than crickets chirping and owls hooting--nothing human was around here, other than you.
Certainly not Remmick.
You thought about closing the door in his face- his attractive, high cheekboned face. He would deserve it, too, with everything he's put you through in the past. Leaving him outside, whining and pawing at the door like a mutt, at the mercy of the Witch Hunters that he may or may not have led straight to your home.
But on the other hand, Remmick annoyed you, but not quite to the point where you wanted him to die at the hands of those fanatics. It was well known in some circles that the Hunters took their time killing things they deemed to be heretical, whether it was werewolves or women who defied their abusive husbands, and that definitely included vampires.
Remmick was a pain in your ass, and sometimes you wanted nothing more than to watch him burn in the sun. But he was a devil you knew, and you hated the Hunters far more than you could ever hate Remmick. You knew there was really only one option for you.
"Fine, you can come in, but don't-" Remmick pushed himself off his knees and limped into the cabin before you could warn him about getting blood anywhere. You closed the door and locked it before thinking any more about it; if he was that nervous, the Hunters couldn't have been far behind him.
You turned around to see Remmick looking around, standing near your couch in the small living area and looking at the knick-knacks on the walls. He couldn't have looked more out of place, a mess of bruises, dirt, and blood in an otherwise clean cabin.
You sighed, already regretting your decision to let him in.
"I need you to do whatever you need to do to recover, and then I need you to leave as fast as possible," you lectured him. His shoulders fell slightly, as if he was somehow expecting more hospitality.
"I'm jus' so hungry, I'm starvin," he said, almost whining. You stared at him. "I just need a lil' bite to eat, then I'll be out of your hair." Somehow, even with broken teeth and cuts and bruises all over his face, he was still attractive.
"Does it look like I have any spare blood lying around??"
"The faster I eat, the faster I get out of here, darlin'," he said, his smirk showing off his broken fangs.
"Fine," you responded, and before he could say anything else, you pushed him onto the couch, catching him off guard. His eyes widened as you sat yourself down on his thigh, straddling him. You did your best to ignore the immediate heat between your legs, and how close his dick was. If you moved your knee any closer you'd be pressing against him…
"Drink," you gently commanded, and moved your wrist to in front of his mouth. He paused for a second, quickly glancing up and making eye contact, before taking your arm in both his hands. He paused again, mouth open and fangs out, drool slowly dripping off a particularly large fang and falling onto your wrist. You could feel his breath against you, warmer than you would expect for a vampire.
You felt pressure and a little pinch as Remmick bit down onto you wrist. You had never seen him move so gently, so delicately, as he was in this moment. His fangs sliced through your skin like a hot knife through butter, and blood immediately welled into his mouth.
Remmick did his best but failed to hold back a moan. You felt heat inch its way up your cheeks and rush down into your core. His entire body relaxed as he drank from your wrist, red tinged drool seeping out of his mouth and onto his chest.
You audibly swallowed as he gulped blood down. This was what Remmick was made for, in a way. You knew the damage he could do with his fangs and claws, had seen it firsthand, and yet he was treating your arm as if it was made of porcelain. His claws were wrapped delicately around your wrist, careful to ensure he didn't puncture your skin.
Your eyes moved from your wrist to his face. He was clearly enjoying himself while he drank, his face borderlining ecstacy. You suddenly could no longer ignore the heat building in your core, your sex directly pressing against his thigh.
You moved your hips the tiniest bit- but any amount would have been noticible to Remmick, who couldn't stop thinking about how close you were. How close your breasts were to his hands, and how close your cunt was to his thighs.
Your eyes locked. The world froze. You kept eye contact and ground your hips again against his solid thigh, this time more purposeful than the first.
One of his hands flew from your arm to your hip, holding on with an iron grip.
"Yer playin' a dangerous game, lass," he said, breath puffing against your arm, his voice tight. It seemed to have lost any bite it had earlier. He was still holding eye contact with you.
"Oh?" You said, the word slipping out without really thinking about it. Later you would look back and kick yourself for your stupidity, but in the moment, all you could think about was his thigh pressed against you, getting hotter by the minute. At some point you accidentally shifted your knee, ever so slightly, and you were increasingly aware of the fact that he was getting hard against your thigh.
The hand he was holding to his mouth was close enough to touch his face, so you did. You gently brushed your thumb against his cheek. Remmick let out a noise that seemed to be a cross between a purr and a moan, and heat shot down to your cunt. You gasped and ground against him without thinking. Your skirt had splayed out and covered both your laps, which meant the only thing between his pants and your clit was a thin pair of underwear that felt like it was getting thinner by the second.
At this point he had stopped feeding from your wrist, and gently turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand. Your fingers grazed his cheeks. He continued to kiss around your palm, then opened his mouth to press his tongue against you. Your breath stuttered. Your cunt throbbed.
He made eye contact with you while still tonguing your palm. You felt drool leaking out from his mouth, around your fingers, down his chin. You felt a fang graze your palm, but he was careful not to puncture. His eyes, when you had initially let him in, had been blue, but now they seemed to glow red and reflect in the candlelight. Being in his gaze felt like looking at a predator of some kind, waiting for him to pounce.
You gave up the pretense that anything else was happening and ground down hard on his thigh, pressing your knee into his crotch. Remmick tried to not make a noise in response and failed, growling deep in his chest not unlike a crocodile.
You grabbed his shoulder with your other hand and used it for leverage as you pressed down, catching your clit on his pants with every backwards movement. Your fingers carassing his face curl inwards slightly into the side of his neck, and Remmick's eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly.
You ground down onto his thigh, and he pushed up with his. You gasped loudly, tipping your head back. Remmick's hand gripping your hip came up around your back, bringing you towards him and into his chest. Your hand that had been resting on his shoulder slid down in an attempt to brace yourself. Your jaw dropped at the lean muscle you felt under his button up.
Remmick didn't waste any time and began kissing your neck, tonguing along a vein.
"Fuck," you spit out as he sucked your skin into his mouth. He quickly laved his tongue over the spot, a silent apology for the very obvious mark that will be there in the morning.
"I can if you're asking," Remmick replied half jokingly, wheezing slightly, pupils blown wide. His cock was hard against your thigh, and if you looked down, you'd find a wet spot on his thigh you were riding.
You paused again, making eye contact. You swallowed hard, and Remmick's eyes briefly left yours to watch your throat bob, then returned contact.
You both moved at the same time: you began to ruch up your skirts to get to your underwear, and Remmick's hands flew to his suspenders to throw them off his shoulders, then down to undo his pants. Your underwear was heavy with your slick, and ended up being thrown somewhere across the room.
Your jaw dropped as Remmick pulled himself out of his trousers. He was thick, and heavy, and even with how wet you were, you couldn't help but be apprehensive about the fit.
"Remmick-" You started. He froze and looked at you. The entire night he had given the appearance of a predator stalking its prey, and now suddenly he looked closer to a deer, anxious about what you were going to say.
"I still want to!" You quickly assured him. "I'm just… hold on," you quickly decided that you'd never been more turned on in your life, and nothing was stopping you from taking his cock.
You brought your hand to your face. Remmick began to make a noise, some kind of question forming on his tongue, before it died in his throat as you spit into your palm and immediately grabbed his cock. He punched out a moan and his head dropped back an inch as you pumped him once, twice.
"Please," he gasped. You paused and looked at him again. Seeing Remmick, this ancient, dangerous vampire so pathetic made you clench, and if you hadn't felt like you were going to implode, you might have edged him more.
Instead, you lined his cock up and slowly sunk down. Immediately, it felt like the air had been punched from of your lungs. Even with the additional spit, your fingers had barely wrapped around him, and it felt like you were being split apart in the best way possible.
"I know, darlin', I know. You're doing so well," he crooned, his hands falling to your hips, his thumbs brushing the skin there. His head falls onto your shoulder and rests there.
He began to thrust upwards, working his way deeper and deeper into your cunt each time, until you finally sat on his lap, stuffed full of his thick cock. You gasped, and if anyone was outside listening, they would have thought you were crying the way you were hiccuping.
"So full," you whined. It felt like his cock was in your stomach. You didn't think you'd ever felt this full to the brim in your life. In response, Remmick moved one of his hands to press on your stomach as he thrust in again, pressing his cock into a spot that made your vision go white. You clenched hard around him.
"Gods you're so tight," he groaned out, his voice almost being drowned out by the sound of your slick. He moved to lick your neck again, paying attention to a vein. He could have ripped your throat out and drank you dry, and as long as he kept his cock stuffed inside of you, you wouldn't care less.
"Remmick! I- fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last," you managed to eventually breathe out, the last word breaking into a moan. You did your best to meet him thrust for thrust, the heat in your abdomen spooling tighter and tighter. Remmick hit that spongy spot with the thick tip of his dick on every thrust, a creamy ring of white around the base of him from your wetness.
Remmick's thumb moved to your clit, and it felt like you had been electrocuted. The added stimulation was exactly what you needed, and you shoved your face into the junction of his neck and shoulder as you came hard, moaning loudly and hiccuping into his skin.
"She's gripping me so tight," Remmick groaned out into your ear, thrusting through your orgasm. The hand that wasn't still on your clit was holding on to your hips to the point where you were sure there would be bruises, but in the moment you just didn't care. You couldn't focus on anything except the noises coming from your cunt, squealching as his dick bullied your walls with every thrust. You had passed overstimulation and felt another orgasm building, this one bigger than the last.
Your cunt continued to spasm and clench around him, and you moved your hand to the nape of his neck and pulled on his hair in an effort to ground yourself. You were almost there, but your limbs were already tingly, and you felt like you were going to lose your mind otherwise.
"Oh fuck," Remmick choked out your name and gave one more good, hard thrust, and moaned so fucking loudly as he came. You felt him pulsing inside of you, hot ropes of cum painting your inside. Somehow it was the noise that Remmick made that made you come again; a whiny, desperate, loud moan, straight into your ear.
Your vision went white and you groaned into his neck as you rode through your high, gushing onto Remmick's thighs. You sighed loudly, trying to catch your breath, and swallowed, still pressing your forehead into his shoulder. He had stopped thrusting but was still inside of you, softening. He went back to gently rubbing the skin on your hip and outer thigh.
You raised your head and made eye contact with Remmick. His eyes were still red, but they seemed to be softening back into the blue that you better recognized. You wet your lips with your tongue.
His gaze briefly flitted to your mouth, before returning eye contact. The room was silent but not uncomfortable. He opened his mouth as if to say something.
"Wait," you interrupted him. You straightened your back further, your heart dropping a little. You grabbed onto his upper arm, suddenly nervous. "How long were we…? Oh fuck, the Witch Hunters!" You moved as if to stand, but Remmick grabbed ahold of you using his full strength, and you couldn't move.
"It's fine, darlin-"
"No, it's not! They could be here any minute and-"
Remmick said your name in a tone that made you stop and stare at him. He sighed and looked at the floor.
"I might have… well I maybe lost them a ways back," he admitted sheepishly.
"…what?" You questioned, confused.
"They maybe weren't chasing me by the time I got to your cabin," he admitted again. From the look you gave him, it was very clear this would be the last time you fucked him for a while.