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21st june, 1930
your life had been monotonous and boring for the most part. born to your poor family, in a torn apart world where your place wasn’t desired. you had lost your mother as an infant, and your father did little to raise you, so you were on your own since forever. years had passed and he never got over your mother’s death, and alcoholism had taken the man you used to barely know. it wasn’t strange, you had seen it many other times with many men near you. you had been married off to one of your father’s friends’ son. it could’ve been worse you kept telling yourself, it could’ve been with one of his friends, as any way would’ve brought the money he desperately needed to fix the house. it could’ve been worse, he could’ve found you attractive or pure enough and want to ‘consummate’ the marriage, yet he was too busy going after other women, paler, whiter women, in town, never home and reeking of cheap illegal liquor whenever he came back, to that little ran down cottage he had you living in. and you didn’t really care, for the most part. It could’ve been worse. but sometimes, like today, it couldn’t. It was the fifth night in a row that you spent on your own, and it gets lonely… in more than one way. yes, you wouldn’t really want to fuck your husband but sometimes, it felt like your body demanded it, just not from him.
you threw a very simple shawl over your shoulders, one that you had made yourself from an old dress you’d never worn, so that the slight night breeze wouldn’t cause you to shiver. barefooted, you walked out of your house and sat down on a small patch of grass near an old tree. you put your knees up, circling them with your arms and sighed. the moon was pretty, shining bright and pale over the horizon, the slight dew clinging to the leaves of grass like a lover caught up in a woman’s sweet embrace. you could not think, your mind was hazy and your thoughts seemed to be mushy, more than usual, and all but a lingering warning from some people rounding them: never leave your house at night in the woods. you thought of it to be stupid, something to keep the kids inside and scared so that they wouldn’t get lost in the immensity of the world, but paranoia was getting the best of you. the sound of the tree leaves dancing with the wind, the imminent threat of a wild animal appearing or the warnings being actually true. you shook your head, trying to convince yourself that you were an adult, a rational one, that was not going to be taken away by such stupid ideas. it was a nice summer night and you were there to look at the moon, relax and clear your mind, to try not to feel as dirty as you did for the constant thoughts of someone fucking the absolute living daylights out of you.
‘hey darl’n, what you doin’ all alone?’ you heard and your head snapped towards the sound of that voice. it was a man, leaned against his side on the tree near you. you couldn’t see his face, just the silhouette of his body. it freaked you out, definitely, you didn’t hear him approach you nor knew him, which caused you to back out immediately, yet not standing up. ‘aye, aye, easy, easy… ‘m not here to hurt ye’ he said again, thick accent marked his words. you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious, but the primal instinct of feeling like a prey was overpowering your curiosity. you saw him put up his hands, as if to show he meant no harm. ‘just curious ye know? ‘m guessing that o’er there’s yer house’ he said, hands still up and pointing towards it. you nodded, almost in a weird trance, while slightly backing away once more, which he clearly took notice of. he did not move an inch, standing completely still as if to show you that he was indeed harmless.
‘who are you?’ you asked ‘and what do you want?’
‘remmick. and i dunno, some company’ he said and you knew from the change in his voice that he was probably smiling.
‘oh, darlin’, no, never. just want a little chat with a nice lady like ye.’ he said, now coming slightly forward, just enough so you could see his face. yeah, you couldn’t lie to yourself, he was a fine man, and your head (or your body) was really fast in letting you know that you liked what you saw, as your thighs pressed together immediately. you shook your head before he noticed, trying to pass it off as simply denying that ‘chat’, and you quickly got up, cleaning the skirt of your nightgown with your hands and walked away, yet never letting your eyes drift away from the man. yeah, you wouldn’t want to be attacked from behind. however, he stood still, watching you enter your house.
remmick sighed, such a pretty little thing and you ran away from him, smart enough as to not turn your back to him. as if your body wasn’t calling for him just moments ago, as if you weren’t in such desperate need it made you feel like a bitch in heat. yet, it seemed luck hadn’t fully abandoned him, as he took notice of your shawl on the ground, which made him smile. he walked to it and picked it up, taking a good whiff of your scent on it, sweet, almost like butter cookies, mixed with wood and something he couldn’t quite grasp. but it smelled way too good. it got him feeling borderline feral, animalistic as to when he needs to feed desperately, but in a different way. he was hungry, not for your blood, but for your flesh. tender, soft and alive, something he hadn’t tasted in many, many years. he caught himself yearning for the warmth of your body, of the thighs he barely even caught a glimpse of, of your dark hair and the ever so slightly temperature on your cheeks once he was done with you, he longed to see your living eyes dazed and clouded by him. remmick chuckled to himself, he knew he was going to get you after he saw your thighs clenching together, and now in his hands laid the opportunity to do so.
you closed your door quite fast and then moved to the side, where the riffle your husband kept laid. however, curiosity killed the cat, and before you could realize it, you were looking through the window, and saw him approach you, shawl in hand. ‘fuck’ you muttered to yourself, not even having realized that you have left it there. you moved away from the window until you heard a gentle knock on your door. you sighed, you knew he probably had seen you and, well, he knew you were there. in any case, you thought, you had the rifle right next to your hand. you opened the door and found him leaning against the doorway. ‘hey, lassie, ye forgot this out there’ he said, holding your shawl in his right hand. now you could take a much clearer look at him. gentle yet sharp gestures with eyes that were hard to decipher, a dark blue that promised danger. the chain around his neck, his slightly opened button up that let the wifebeater underneath show just enough. ‘let me in, won’t ye?’ he pleaded, a slight side smile on his lips, sharp teeth peeking through, while his eyes seemed to scan your body and take it all in. your nightgown wasn’t exactly that long, you had had it for years at this point and you had to cut it in several occasions to keep the hems from falling apart and damaging the whole thing. when he looked up again, his eyes looked filled with lust and need. you knew what that look was, and you would be lying if you said that the man didn’t make your cunt call for attention, but you weren’t going to let temptation take you that easily.
‘thanks, but no, i can’t let you in.’ you said, reaching for the shawl. remmick moved his hand away, which made you look at him.
‘oh, c’mon, baby… either that or gift me some of yer time. such a pretty lady with a wedding band on her finger, all alone… i know you want to… i know that your body is lonely.’ and he wasn’t wrong. you did want him, and for your body it was evident, yet you still tried to resist to it. it surprised you, though, how observant he was, how he knew you were alone in that house and how you would’ve thrown that brass wedding band into the lake if it meant a man, him, specifically, would melt your brain with a good fuck.
‘do i get anything in return other than the shawl, then? because it’s only you getting something out of this, not me.’ and as soon as those words left your mouth, you copied his stance, leaned against the doorframe, still inside your house, with your arms crossed. he smirked, again, and you could’ve sworn those teeth of his were sharper than before. still, it left you enchanted. you knew you had always liked the non-human, the almost monster part of humanity. and here he was, representing everything that made wetness pool between your legs. and he knew. he smelled it and it was driving him crazy how you weren’t letting him in your house. he wouldn’t have bitten you, well at least not yet, as he needed to eat you out until you melted on his mouth, until no taste other than yours was on his tongue.
‘do ye want something in return? i can give ye something in return… just let me in’ he said, pleading and looking up at you with puppy eyes to try to convince you, yet he looked like a starved madman and you were the only person that would satisfy him. you bit your lower lip, yeah it would be 100 times easier to let him into your home, but you shook your head, slightly smiling at him, teasing. alarms were ringing in your head, myths of bad spirits not being able to come inside your house without your explicit consent, yet he had bewitched you and you could not care about all that. remmick had you giggling and almost blushing, you saw the hunger in his eyes and you were loosing it second by second, each breath closer to giving in to him. so maybe if you both just stayed outside, nothing would happen. maybe he would shy away. sadly, or luckily, for you, that was not the case with remmick. he needed you, needed to feel you on his body like yours was calling to him.
‘what if i come out there? do i still get that something, whatever it is?’ you asked trying to act as if you weren’t desperate for this irishman, but it was to no avail. you had already fallen head over heels and you knew that sooner than later he’d get you to do what he wanted.
‘oh, yeah… yeah, of course, baby. wouldn’t want to leave such a beautiful woman unattended and without what she deserves, aye?’ he said, his voice dripping honey as he spoke and his eyes glowing with need. he knew how to get his way, he knew how to get to you and make your cunt clench around nothing. the way remmick spoke, how he looked at you and how his body looked under the pale moonlight was making you dizzy with lust. you only bit your lip again, letting only your head peek out of your door. at this point, you couldn’t fight it anymore, you wanted the stranger in front of you, nothing else.
‘yeah, that’s it… good girl’ remmick said once he was able to touch you, his voice lower than before, and he smiled, holding your chin with his thumb and index fingers which sent shivers down your spine, and he felt it. he threw your shawl to the floor, using his now free hand to trace your neck. cold but gentle, his touch slid through your jaw and moved slowly, very slowly, to your lips. ‘open wide, darl.’ he muttered, letting his two middle fingers invade your mouth. you sucked on them, watching how his lips curled upwards in a smile, staring into your eyes through his thick eyelashes, nodding. ‘what a good girl ye are, huh?’ he said, voice low, almost like a growl, fucking your mouth with his fingers before taking them out. you took notice of the drool on the side of his lips, and before you could realize what you were doing, your tongue made contact with his skin, lapping up the spit and swallowing it. you didn’t know what had taken over you, but remmick loved it. such closeness to him was enough for his hands to find your shoulders, fingers slightly digging into your naked skin to move you as if you were weightless, now having your entire body out of your house. ‘yer a little freak… i liked that.’ he said, his hands wandering everywhere in your body right before his mouth clashed against yours. a hot, wet kiss that was instantly met with low moans from your part, which did nothing but make him feel even more feral and needy than before. quickly enough, his right hand found the hem of your nightgown and pulled it towards your hips. his mouth was still working yours, his tongue trying to get as much of you as it was possible, his hand grabbing fistfuls of your ass. remmick made your back hit the wall behind you two, just then both of his hands yanked your underwear and you kicked it god knows where. ‘let me taste ye, love…’
your hands found his shoulders again, trying to support yourself, holding onto him for dear life as his grip on your hair loosened and his hand went straight to one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rubbing your nipple over the thin fabric with his fingers. that alone made you moan and throw your head backwards, spreading your thighs just a bit so that he could have access to more of you. 'aye, that's it, baby...' he muttered and you saw how slowly he dropped to his knees in front of you, with a smile so devilish it made your knees weak. remmick took notice of it, his hands supporting the back of your thighs, which he knew you would need. 'will ye let me taste ye, darling?' he asked, while his lips pressed soft kisses along your legs, over the fabric of your clothes, looking up at you. you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of deep scarlet reflect on them, but you were too lost in his gentle actions to even care. you nodded, as words got caught up in your throat and turned into mewls and soft moans. with your approval, one of his hands moved to the front of your leg, lifting your skirt while placing kisses and soft bites all along your thigh, which causes you to immediately take ahold of his hair, tangling your fingers in it. ‘greedy, greedy girl.’ he said, with that thick accent of his while his face got dangerously close to your cunt. your head moved backwards, touching the wall behind you as soon as he used his tongue to lick your slit, long and steady. he was starved, but he wanted to taste you first.
his tongue was working wonders on you, the sounds that left your mouth were nothing but music to his ears. his hand went back to the back of your thigh again, now both grabbing your ass and pushing you more into his face, and you could’ve sworn his nails were sharper. you didn’t really care, as all it did was make you even wetter, especially when he was eating you out as if you were the only thing that could satiate such primal hunger. ‘r-remmick…’ you moaned, louder than before, as soon as his tongue started circling your clit steadily and consistently, making you see stars of pleasure that kept making your knees weaker. he smirked, hearing his name falling from your lips in such sinful manner was making him go crazy. he gave your ass a soft spank, and separating from such bliss for a split second to look up at you, and this time you were able to see him truly. sharp fangs on his mouth, crazed scarlet eyes and your slick on his chin mixed with his drool. it was somehow the most aroused you had ever been in your entire life, and for some reason you were sure he was able to smell that on you. oh yeah, that definitely did wonders for you as all you could do was grind against him to gain a little bit of contact again, your cunt aching for him.
‘like what ye see?’ he asked, borderline sarcastically, before putting his mouth to work again. all you could do was try your best to say yes, but it turned into a long moan as soon as his tongue found his way into your cunt, fucking you in and out while, as one of his hands made sure to hold both your thighs, the other one found your clit and started rubbing it, fast. your eyes rolled back, and the fingers you kept on his hair started pulling it, trying to get his face as close to you as you needed him. he hummed, content, as your hips buckled front to ride his face however you could. ‘so good… so, so good…’ he muttered, his face buried between your legs and his voice sending soft vibrations to your clit. he switched the roles of his hand and tongue, inserting one finger first, slow. the sudden intrusion made you moan, again, as his name came out in soft whispers , while his tongue played with your clit in such godly manner. he once again separated his face from you, looking up to see how your body reacted to him, how your face was wicked with pleasure and how your free hand was on your breast. ‘gotta stretch ye out real nice, darling… wouldn’t wanna break this pretty thing ye got down here…’ he said, just sad his second finger entered you, making your eyes roll back once again. you felt the familiar knot forming on your lower stomach and your walls clenching around remmick’s fingers, which made him smile. he got up, now his thumb finding your clit and circling it rapidly, as his fingers thrusted into you. ‘c’mon, be a good girl.’ he whispered in your ear, biting and licking it, this time you were sure he had drawn blood, while your breath became more and more erratic. he kept on kissing your neck and shoulder, as you got closer and closer, and right just before you came, he fell to his knees again, his mouth sucking your cunt as if to eat you whole. he wanted to taste you, he needed to feel your scent on his tongue forever, you were the most sweetest honey he had ever tasted. it took you less than ten seconds to come absolutely undone on his fingers and mouth, holding his hair with both of your hands as your body spasmed out of your control. your eyes were blank and your legs trembled, and you were sure that if it wasn’t for the extremely strong grip his arm had around your upper thighs, you would’ve fallen to the ground instantly.
he made sure to hold you while you came down from such euphoric high, his fingers relaxing their thrusts until they rested inside of you, feeling your pulsating and warm walls wet his digits, all the way to the middle of his hand. once your breath became somewhat normal, you looked down to him once more, still looking as monstrous as before, but this time with the most satisfied grin you’d ever seen on a man. ‘ye made a great mess… look how wet ye are… would be a shame to waste it’ he said, looking at you with scarlet eyes full of hunger, and not even half a second later, his fingers started moving again, at a relentless pace that made you moan loudly. your hands were pulling his hair, meanwhile your body tried to decide if it wanted more or if the overstimulation was too much. he curved his fingers, finding that spongy spot inside of you that was now more sensitive than ever, causing you to moan his name loudly enough that, if you had any neighbors, you were sure you would’ve woken all of them up. this caused you to cover your mouth with one of your hands, while the other one kept tugging at his hair and entangling your fingers on it, between pushing his face closer to your cunt and moving it away. you were feeling so good that your eyes started to tear up, not knowing any other word other than his name, which you kept repeating and he kept wanting to hear.
‘oh, c’mon, pretty baby, i know ye got another one in ye. let loose.’ he insisted, looking up at you and seeing how your tears were rolling down your eyes. he stood up, never stopping the crazed movement of his fingers inside you, and licked one of your tears. ‘mhm. sweet, just like the rest of you.’ you found that incredibly hot, and with seeing him in the pale full moonlight, his lips and chin glistening with the mixture of fluids, dazed scarlet eyes that stared at you as if you were the most desirable thing on earth and fangs that did nothing but arouse you more, soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching, rapidly. you moved one of your hands to his shoulder, your nails digging deep into his skin as his fingers fucked you. he picked up the pace, as if that was even possible, permanently touching that soft spot inside of you, making you cum on his fingers once more. this time you felt your entire body spasm while simultaneously going limp on his arms, your vision completely blurred as you dug your nails in his shoulder and scalp. the noises that came out of your mouth made him feel insane, as if he had never felt such ecstasy, which resulted in him biting, lightly, into your shoulder. it didn’t feel like fangs, yet his teeth were sharp, so you guessed he was controlling himself. and he was. he didn’t want to turn you, at least, not until his cock was buried deep inside of you and he felt your heartbeat through your walls. you laid your head on his shoulder, trying to recover from that mind-shattering orgasm that had left you completely to his will, your body felt weak and drained. but you wanted more.
‘what a messy girl…’ he whispered, finally taking his fingers out of you, making you suddenly feel empty.
‘what a messy eater…’ you replied, moving and seeing him with those damned fangs again, which made a small moan get caught on your throat. he grinned, he liked that response and took pride on it. soon enough, though, he took his fingers to his own mouth and licked them clean, making noises of satisfaction.
‘sweeter than honey…’ he said. the “tenderness” of the moment lasted just a few seconds, as you grabbed him by his nape and started kissing him, tasting yourself on his tongue and relishing on the feeling of the fangs in your mouth. you felt him smirk through the kiss, his hands finding your ass again and grabbing the soft flesh all over, this time you felt his sharp nails breaking skin and you moaned. he lifted you up, as if you were nothing but a mere feather, which forced you to put your legs around his waist. you felt his hardness poking your thigh, all the while you kept kissing him and your hands started to wander. soon enough, you were unbuttoning his shirt and feeling his skin, from his shoulders to the bare space on his chest left by the wifebeater. you felt him smile on your lips, breaking the kiss. ‘wanna see?’ he asked, his eyes red as blood. you nodded, but you couldn’t help to kiss and bite his exposed shoulder trying to mark him, you didn’t know if it was possible but you tried it anyways. you kept unbuttoning his shirt, to the point of it being fully open, and helped him take it off, running your hands through his biceps while your mouth was still on his neck. oh, he *loved* it. to be fair, he even saw potential in you, because of how you kept attacking his pale skin. soon enough, you were helping him take off his wifebeater, while he was still holding your ass with the arm you weren’t touching. you separated just enough to see his body, smiling and biting your lip. ‘oh, so greedy.’ remmick whispered, cockiness and pride covering his mouth. your left hand slowly slid through his chest and his abdomen, your fingers tracing the happy trail that went down his pants. meanwhile, your other hand went to his hair, once again entangling your fingers in it and holding him close to you, you needed him.
‘will ye let me inside now? let me fuck ye in yer bed, darling?’ he asked, low, his face coming closer to yours which took you out of your trance, how you were looking at your own hand play with the border of his pants and your fingertips ever so slightly going under it. he was so close to you, faces barely an inch from each other, that you could notice every single aspect of him, and you were sure you had never felt so bewitched by a man... if you could consider him one. you looked at him in the eyes, noticing how he kept drooling for you, which made your breath get stuck in your throat. oh, how you loved to see a man *that desperate* for you, like a starved animal that needed his prey. however, his eyes looked softer, full of desire for you, his brows slightly furrowed. and that only made you need him more, if that was even possible.
‘…no. i want it here.’ was your answer, your voice barely audible except to him. you could see a small flash of frustration in his features, yet as soon as your hand went fully inside his pants, it looked like he forgot about it. a low, guttural moan came out of his lips as soon as your hand made contact with his cock, only stroking it up and down to make him feel some kind of friction and convince him to fuck you. you pressed your face in the crook of his neck, letting soft mewls and moans in response to his hands grabbing your ass, his nails digging into your skin and the occasional spanks he gave you. you knew you’d look beaten up the next day, but you couldn’t care any less.
remmick let go of one of your asscheeks, only to desperately unbutton his pants and lower his underwear just enough for his dick to be free. his tip sat just below his belly button, and you were quick to get the silent order, slowly starting to let him fuck your hand, as his hips were moving pretty much on their own. ‘remmick…’ you pleaded, as it had become kind of your habit, yes, this fast, to say his name like a prayer. ‘let me taste you, now… i need you...’ and that was enough for the man to smile at you.
‘yeah? ye want it?’’ he asked, and you knew he was up to something. now it was him who whispered into your ear, not before biting it, obviously. ‘yer gonna have to taste y’rself on me after ‘m done with ye.’ and as soon as those words left his mouth, his hand went straight to the shoulders of your nightgown, pulling it down hard enough to rip some of the seams and leave it just below your breasts. he didn’t really control his strength, at least, not anymore, with your almost fully naked figure right in front of him for his pleasure. his mouth went straight to one of your tits, sucking and biting the flesh while feeling your accelerated heartbeat underneath. he couldn’t help it, and before he knew it, one of his nails was cutting through the skin on the opposite side, making you bleed. you looked as he drooled, again, moving his head to suck the blood that came out of your breast like a starved madman, while you moved your hand faster and he moaned. that sound alone was enough for you to stop your hand altogether and align him to your cunt, just barely touching your entrance with his tip. he stopped, looking at you with your blood around the corners of his mouth. ‘what a greedy hussy i’ve gotten meself, huh?’ that made you blush, but you were not going to deny your body of what it needed. *him.*
it wasn’t that you were greedy, the thing was that you needed him inside you, you needed him to fuck your brains out and stop playing around with your body. and it was as if he had heard those thoughts, at this point it wouldn’t surprise you, because with one single thrust he was fully inside of you. such sudden intrusion made you see stars, a loud moan escaping your lips, his size was almost too overwhelming, but just enough to made you feel full. the fingers you had on his hair pulled it, while your other hand went around his shoulder, to gain some support. he hissed at how your fingers were messing up his hair, in all honesty, he loved it. you couldn’t control your hips and so you started bouncing on him, softly and carefully, as you were still adjusting to his girth, but in need of friction. 'ah, what a good girl.' he said, satisfied with how your body demanded more of him, loving how your hips moved on their own towards him, it was definitely something that was feeding his ego. yet, his grip on your hips became stronger, not letting you move anymore. it was somehow surprising how he was so strong, but you kept having to remind yourself that what had you in his arms was not a man, at least not anymore, but another thing.
'fuck me, remmick, please...' you begged, needed as if you had never been fucked. he smiled, that devilish smile of his that let you know that he was not going to stop until you were nothing but a mess in his arms. he once more put your back to the wall, and as soon as he did, his hips started moving. if you had thought that the way he fingered you before was intense, this was on a whole new level. his hips were hitting yours and your body spasmed as you lost control of it due to the pleasure. your eyes kept rolling back, and even though you wanted to see him, you couldn't keep your eyes open.
remmick knew he had to control himself, not only about attacking your neck and drinking your blood, but also about how hard he was fucking you. he knew your weak human body would get bruised and hurt the next day, because he was not going to turn you if you stayed outside of your house, and that's not exactly what he wanted. to be honest, he wanted the moment of turning you to be intimate, tender. he didn't know exactly what drew him to you this badly, but it wasn't just vampire hunger. he saw your fucked out face and the already forming bruises on your thighs and the cut he had made in your breast, and that was just reminding him of how warm and wet you felt. how human you were and how warm your blood was.
remmick grabbed your left hand, kissing your fingers and slightly laughing at the ring in one of them, it made all of this even more sinful and he was loving it. then, he put it against the wall, holding your hand while his nails involuntarily dug into the wood of your house, his hips fucking you blind. the constant sound of skin was muffled between your louder moans, because, honestly, he was being pretty vocal too. soft praises kept leaving his lips, how good you were taking him and how his dick felt inside your plush walls. sometimes, when his thrusts were angled in a certain way and his tip got to touch the soft spot inside of you, you had to bite into his shoulder to muffle your moans and, in some irrational way gain support, and you were glad he wouldn't say a word about it. as soon as your head rolled backwards, his lips were on your neck and breasts, marking the later, while licking your skin. he kept on fucking you, each rough thrust making you see stars while you slowly started to become tighter and tighter around him. 'another one? already?' he asked, smirking. you didn't even have time to answer as his hand let go of yours, his fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing it desperately. your moans intensified, as well as your breath started becoming more erratic. well, at the end of the day (night?) he had vampire stamina. the hand you kept on his hair guided him to you, to make him kiss you. however, before that, you kissed, and in doing so, lapped, the drool that came out of the corners his mouth, tasting him. you muffled your moans in the kiss, feeling his nails once again break your skin as he touched you desperately. he was loosing control with how you were becoming so tight around him and was in need of feeling your orgasm around him, of your walls milking him.
all it took was a few more rough thrusts into you and his hand rubbing you like crazy to, once again, reach your high. pure ecstasy filling your veins and leaving you almost unconscious. this time, you felt it much more, as you were filled to the brim by him. your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, making him feel as if he were alive. your heartbeat was accelerated, and even though he kept great control of himself, his instincts yelled for him to bite your flesh and feast on your blood. he spanked you, this time you were sure you were going to see bruises of his hand, while his name kept falling from your lips as a melodic song that was exclusive between you two. you felt euphoric, seeing white stars of pleasure, hands holding onto him while your hips grinned against him and his thrusts became slower and more delicate. he would’ve loved to see you overstimulated again, crying and begging for more, but he wouldn't have wanted to hurt you. he was aware that you were much more frail than he was and your body probably needed at least some minutes before going for another round, especially after the third orgasm in a row. remmick slowly stopped his movements, having his dick seated inside of you calmly, while your forehead was against his. you both had your eyes closed, savoring the moment. you, for his closeness and the way he just drained almost all energy from you, and him for how alive your body was and how perfect for him you were, how you were something he didn't know he needed until he tasted you.
‘are ye good, darling?’ he asked, kissing your temple delicately. oh, he had you feeling all the things you'd never felt for what you had to call husband.
‘yeah… fuck, i’ve never been better…’ was your reply, giggling a bit. ‘but i want to feel you… i want to have you all inside me, please, remmick…’ you begged, moving your hips against him slightly. that made him grin, and he grabbed your ass, kneading it, to stop you from moving anymore.
‘oh, baby… yer gonna be my ruin.’ he said, smiling with an intent. ’i’m gonna have so much fun with ye.’ and with that, in a swift movement, you were suddenly empty and your feet touched the ground once more, and he turned you around. your back arched, lifting your ass to him. that pleased him, his hands on your cheeks, which he bit, controlling his fangs. ‘how i wish i could feast on ye…’ he said, kissing your tailbone and appreciating the little dips on it, tracing them with his long fingers, sending shivers down your spine with his nails. he aligned himself with your entrance once more, and with a swift moment he was fully inside of you. you felt him more, felt all of him stretching you out and reaching places that he didn’t before. that made you moan and your chest hit the wall due to how rough he kept on being. he took ahold of your nightgown, that was all scrunched on your waist, and used it to have better control of how he fucked you. this time, you could tell he was after his own release, and for some reason, the thought of him using you was just too hot. your entire body was shaking, and you heard the wood slightly creaking, looking up and seeing his nails once more marking it. remmick grabbed your neck, making you stand straight, your back to his chest while he slightly choked you. his mouth was on your earlobe, kissing and biting it lightly, while his fingers kept on softly caressing your neck, right over your artery.
your moans filled his ears, muffling his as you were much louder, and all of a sudden you started feeling much more sensitive. somehow, you felt your senses a bit heightened and specially how his dick was filling you and touching every single soft spot inside of you. yet you knew he was controlling himself, as his nails dug deeper in the side of your house. ‘remmick… please… harder…’ you begged, and he bit your shoulder again.
‘as ye please, darling.’ he moaned into your ear, his hand going down from your neck to one of your breasts, squeezing it while he picked up his pace, being faster and rougher. he was fucking you much harder than before, and you were glad he had you flush against his chest, otherwise you didn’t know if you two would damage the literal wall of your house. your hand moved to his head, holding his hair while he kept his lips over your neck, as if teasing himself with it, his fangs barely even touching your skin. ‘ye feel so good… so, so good’ he said, the warmth of your body and the scent of your arousal being so intense that he felt close. usually, he would last longer, much longer, but you were causing him to lose all kind of control and you were just too good for him. your legs were struggling to keep you standing, shaking and spasming, once remmick’s hand went to your lower abdomen and made pressure on it, making your eyes roll back. ‘that’s it, baby.’ he whined in your ear, spanking you shortly after, right before holding your hip. his thrusts became more and more erratic, losing all kind of control over his body, and you knew that you’d be bruised all over, he was incredibly strong and you loved it. you knew he was way too close when his nails dug into your skin on your hips, not too deep but hard enough to make you bleed.
it took no more than two minutes for him to cum inside you, which in turn, made you orgasm again. you were milking him for all his worth, spasming on his arms, yet he was quick to hold you against him to not let you fall. your eyes shut close, strongly, while the hand that was on his hair once again pulling it and the other one scratched the arm around your body. he held your body while spilling in you as you clenched around him, almost feeling like it was too much, kissing and licking your neck. his voice sounded in a lower registry, but you could very clearly hear him whining a bit, his moans were perfection to you. remmick kept moving, very slowly stopping so you could have some more of that orgasm. once he took his cock out of you, you felt empty, panting. he held you still, while crouching in front of your cunt and pushing his cum inside of your cunt again with his two middle fingers. ‘don’t wanna waste any of it, aye?’ he said, then standing behind you once more. ‘lick ‘em clean’ he ordered, his fingers now right in front of your mouth, and you obliged.
he knew you wouldn’t be able to stand, so he came really, really close to your ear. ‘let me in? so i can carry ye to yer bed?’ and him having to ask you made you two chuckle. you nodded, your throat sore from moaning as loud as you did.
‘yes… yes you can come in…’ you said, and as soon as those words left your mouth, he scooped you up and walked into your house, smiling at you. he left you in your bed and tucked you in, being especially attentive, which had you thinking he was getting ready to bite you.
‘won’t bite ye, don’t worry. at least, not now.’ he said, leaving and very, very quickly being back with your underwear and your forgotten shawl. ‘will be back, though. wanna have a little chat with yer husband.’ you didn’t process all that as you were still wondering how on earth he knew what you were thinking. but you did notice how the scarlet gleam on his pupils was gone and how he looked like a regular man again. he got dressed quite fast, looking at you just staring at him.
‘remmick, i want you to stay… but i do think you should leave… the sun’s about to be up. i’ve got another small cabin, back there. it’s dark and you can stay there…’ you muttered, seeing how the sky looked a much lighter hue of dark blue. ‘but only if you promise to come by tonight too.’ you said, a complicit smile dedicated to him. he smirked and walked towards you, grabbing your face and kissing your lips, still with that same hunger as before, but his touches and caresses were indeed much more delicate.
‘yer all mine now, darl.’