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Authoress' Note: Happy Halloween! This is a fic for TKS' Halloween event. I'm actually combining three of the prompts into one, as I think they work really well together. This is also my first vampire AU fic, which I've wanted to write for a bit but never had the right inspiration. Please enjoy!
The title is taken from Echoes of You by Marianas Trench. Admittedly listened to their Phantoms album a lot while writing this fic, so feel free to check it out! It just had the right vibes for me while I was crafting this narrative, although the music itself doesn't have any direct inspiration on the fic itself.
Prompts: Shivers & Vampire
Stirs and whispers, trails and linger
Kohaku was shivering, although she wasn't cold. Not in the slightest. The autumn weather was cool, especially on such a clear night as this one, but she was actually sweating. Every fiber of her felt as though it was on fire, the light breeze providing no relief. Her chest was tight, her breathing heavy, bottom lip quivering as sensual moans mixed with her labored pants, her cheeks flushed red. She couldn't move, her body pinned against a rugged tree, wrists bound by pale hands and another body against her back, fingers pressed heavily against the rough bark that she was surprised the tips hadn't started to bleed.
Although, given her current situation, she didn't think that was actually a problem.
She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, casting her gaze over her shoulder, seeing only a mess of black and white hair. "You... you waited too long again, didn't you...?" her words came out in a shallow tone, surprising herself that she was even able to form a complete sentence to begin with.
Her question was answered with a dark chuckle, "Too long... Hard to escape when Senku-chan has pushed us into overtime."
She felt the brush of hair against her neck as her captor pull back, a chill coming over her skin that made her shiver yet again, although she wasn't sure if it was from the breeze or from something else she wasn't ready to admit to quite yet. A fraction of weight was removed from her back, although she still couldn't escape, allowing her a chance to crane her head back a bit more and alleviate the pressure on her chest. Lapis orbs caught sight of irises that were typically dark cerulean dipped now in bright, glowing crimson and a smirk that was tainted by drops of red blood. Her blood.
Tongue wiped over the teeth, removing the blood that stained the sharp tips. Another chuckle filled her ears, and she nearly hated how much power that had over her, fighting back the urge to shake yet again. She didn't want to give away any more satisfaction than she already did, no matter how much she yearned for it herself.
"But I must say... you are quite worth the wait, Kohaku-chan~"
The way her name was spoken did nothing to quell the fire that was built up in her belly, shifting her legs as best as she could as she tried to ignore the growing ache in her lower half. "Gen..." she whispered helplessly, wanting to chastise but unable to find the ability to do so.
The breeze stopped as heated breath replaced it once again, and the blonde gasped, a mewl aching low in her throat as a devilish tongue licked at her skin, cleaning it of blood that seeped from two puncture holes in her skin. Gen hummed in delight, enjoying the taste against the tip of his tongue. His grip grew momentarily harsher, and she hissed at the feeling, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she fought back more sounds from escaping her throat.
"You have no idea how much I've needed this," he spoke in a hushed growl, and the huntress found herself nodding in agreement, although she wasn't sure if they had meant the same thing.
A guttural groan echoed in the base of her throat as his teeth sunk back in, her eyes shutting tight as the shivers of pleasure and pain ran through again and again, her mind becoming numb to everything that wasn't him, her, and those irresistible shivers.
Through the haze that settled in, the huntress tried to question how she found herself like this again. Trapped, pinned, yearning, pierced, and awaiting release, saying that this may be the last time but knowing it won't be. It'll never be the last time. That much was made clear from the start, on the night where she had unintentionally discovered the mentalist's deepest secret.
A vampire... a blood-sucking beast that existed in the shadows of modern make-believe, able to survive the great petrification and now the sole representative of his kind, living off of the blood and flesh of wild animals as well as his own lies. He didn't mean to be caught, nor did she mean to find him out. She followed him as he left the village that night on instinct, having taken notice how much paler than usual he was and how it seemed that he was going to throw up after dinner. She only wanted to make sure he was well, provide him with comfort for whatever was ailing him.
She certainly didn't expect to find him devouring a poor squirrel with the ferocity of a starved lion. She also didn't expect to be instantly trapped by him against a tree, knowing him to be a weak sort of being yet she was easily dispatched, with only his name able to escape her lips before she was forced into silence by a bloodied hand.
She learned the truth that night, at least most of it. Gen didn't reveal to her how he became this cursed being, only revealing that he wasn't born as such. She didn't press on that, seeing how much that knowledge pained him, to which he expressed his gratitude. He shared how he fought for so many years doing much of the same things he was doing now, feasting as much as he could on animals, drinking only from a human when he couldn't stop himself anymore, taking great strides to make sure the victim wouldn't recall the act when he was done.
He survived through those lies, through the manipulation of memories, using his occupation to protect him. It served him just as well in the stone world after he was awaken, able to become a spy and allowing him more than enough chances to sneak away and find subsistence without being caught. However, that night he was struggling, wanting so badly to feast upon the blood of one of his human companions, having gone without for over 3700 years and his body burned with unstable need. She noticed the guilt in his expression when he revealed his bloodlust, seeing how the mere thought of harming someone within the Kingdom of Science drove him as mad at the desire.
He was a beast, but not a monster, a distinction he wanted to make very clear. It was why, despite her being trapped and unable to fight back, the mentalist didn't partake in the cannibalistic desire he had to sink his fangs into her alabaster skin. Kohaku felt her chest tighten as he bore his soul to her, feeling the weight of the burden he lived with for so long, sympathizing with him. She was scared, that was for certain, but her fear couldn't overwhelm the feelings of care that she felt for the man she still considered one of her closest friends.
It was that night they made a deal, at her own discretion. Kohaku would keep his secret safe, never speaking of it, allowing him to even curse her with whatever magic he used to wipe the memories of his previous victims to prevent her from sharing even a single sound of his true identity. And in return, whenever the urge became too great for him to resist, she would offer her blood to him, allowing for him to feast until he had his fill. At first, Gen admonished her, blaming her naive offer on her not understanding the nature of vampires, but the huntress remained adamant, practically begging to let her help him, unwilling to remain helpless when it was clear he was suffering. Whether it was through her desperation to assist her companion or his inability to resist his need further, Gen eventually relented, agreeing to her promise, sealing their deal with the long-awaited kiss upon her neck.
Kohaku struggled to breathe with the first bite. The sensation of teeth dug into her flesh, the sound of suckling filling her ears, the heat of his body against her own... it was overwhelming, and she struggled so hard not to faint from all of the sensations that racked through her being. She fought back only enough to force him to release her wrists, having kept them bound even after he had uncovered her lips, digging her fingers desperately into his clothes once she was freed, needing to cling to something as her breath finally left her mouth in heavy pants. Her being squirmed against his, covered in invisible fire that burned from the tips of her toes to the tips of her wildflower locks.
She could feel pain stemming from the point of impact, but what drove her wild was the aching sensations between her legs, complimented by the coil in her stomach that was building with that ache. She was utterly aroused by this act, adding confusion to the darkening feelings in her head. She wanted so much to have the feeling alleviated but there was nothing that could be done in the moment. Quiet and uncharacteristic moans peppered her labored breaths, hearing an echoing growl from Gen against her skin, stopping his suckling only long enough to wrap his arms up and under her upper thighs, lifting her off of the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist to keep herself from falling onto the cold ground.
Even through the layers of cloth that kept parts separated, she could feel his own arousal coming through, causing her cheeks to grow more flush in knowledge, and it took every ounce of her power to keep herself from screaming once he began to push up against her in a slow and teasing grind, the friction of the motion along with the increasing intensity of his feasting as he became more enticed, bringing her right up to the edge of sensual bliss, culminating in a messy release and a litany of his name staining her quivering lips.
He stopped short of his own release, letting go of his bite to finally breathe himself as she was coming down from her high, the gazes meeting one another for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The red glow in his eyes faded, revealing the dark blue she had always known coming into focus, fangs retreating and reforming into his typical canines. They were both dripping in sweat, lips painfully dried, his tongue darting out to clear the corners of blood while she mocked to moisten the thin skin. Their close proximity allotted them the feel of each other's heart beats, steadily thumping in a slowing race as the adrenaline fell, leaving behind thoughts they weren't sure how to verbalize. Their pants calmed as their lungs contracted, Kohaku slipping a bit against the trunk but was in no danger of falling from his arms.
They leaned towards one another, lips meeting for a passionate kiss, faint hums echoing in unison, trying to fulfill a new need that now lingered, ending only once the passion cooled but didn't dissipate. They finally untangled themselves from one another, Gen using a handkerchief hidden within his coat to clean the wound he had created before magically healing the marks, gifting Kohaku a new white ribbon after he was done, taking the old one and hiding it until he can wash it later. She didn't bother questioning why he had such a thing, as it always seemed like he had just the right thing at just the right time, taking it with gratitude as she tied it in usual position. With a bit of help, Gen mussed up his clothes in a credible act to show he was ill, trying namely to hide the stain on his pants caused by her. She had a blank expression upon her face when he cracked a little joke about her "own mark on him" before she understood, her sudden realization and embarrassment coming through as she learned what he meant. After some reassurance to calm her down, she feigned escorting him back to camp, explaining their lie to anyone that asked curiously about what had transpired and why it took them so long to return.
True to her word, Kohaku never spoke a whisper of Gen's terrifying secret, acting ever the same with him as she had done since the day they met. He treated her the same in kind, taking great care in never forcing her to follow through her end of the bargain unless it was absolutely necessary, pushing himself to the brink of insanity more often than he cared to admit. Not knowing that she, too, was pushing herself as well. That night in the woods sparked something within both of them that they had to fight so hard to resist, only coming forth when she would catch the spark of the devilish red glow in his eyes, indicating his cry for help and enticing her to follow him into the dark. Their lives became entrenched in sinful moans and bloodied desire, yet never crossing the line drawn in their heads that begged for them to erase. He would gain his fill, she would gain her release, they would shape their lies, and fall back into their usual fold until the next time. Never crossing, never daring, never going past the bounds of their deal...
Kohaku was jolted from her fog by force, her body turned around until her back was now against the bark with her wrists still tightly bound in his grasp, not realizing that he had stopped suckling and was now watching her intensely. Her breath hitched in the moment, eyes closing on impact, but opening quickly afterward, meeting his gaze head-on. However, she was puzzled by the frown that now curled his lips and brows knitted to frame his unreadable expression. Something was wrong, but what was it? She wanted to verbalize her concern, but she wouldn't be given the chance, the moment her lips parted to ask she was cut off by his own, the words becoming a muffled hum.
He released her wrists in order to wrap his arms behind her head and small of her back, pulling her closer and pressing into her harder. He was as desperate in his kiss as he was when he was feasting, and Kohaku didn't dare to object, falling prey to her own desire as arms threw themselves around his neck, dirtied fingers curling into his coat, returning the kiss with her own. Lips parted and tongues danced, boneless moans echoing one another, the fire between them building to higher and higher temperatures, threatening to burn them both.
And yet, she still shivered, sparks popping up every vertebrae of her spine. That line in her head was becoming more blurry, and the anticipation of what may be on the other side was driving her simply mad, the feeling coming out in the subtle way she was grinding her lower half against his own. He hissed in pleasure at her actions, practically shoving her back against the tree while trying to equally match her desire, his own line disappearing from view.
After several heated minutes, they forced themselves apart, staring at one another as they tried to catch their breaths. Gen's eyes still glowed red, his bloodlust not settled, but there was hints of his usual self coming through the storm. Kohaku could see him holding back something, and she remained puzzled as to why. "Gen...?" her voice was cracked and wispy, but the concern came through as clear as could be.
"I need more, Kohaku-chan."
A thin blonde brow rose, her head falling to one side a fraction as she struggled to understand, "More? I told you, you can drink as much as you want-"
"No. More of you."
A lump formed in her throat. "More... of me...?" she asked, fighting the trembling in her legs, not understanding what it was that he meant.
More of her? What more did he want? Did he want a piece of her flesh? Was it her life he wanted now? Was the beast turning into the monster? Was that why he changed course from their usual tryst? Shower her in passion now, giving her one last blissful round memory before he would finally plunge her into darkness, never to awaken again?
He was stoic for a few seconds, much to her internal panic, before his lips curled into a devilish grin, sharp canines peeking through. He kissed her once more with the same heat as the first, distracting her as his arms looped their way under her upper thighs, pulling her upward and forcing her legs to wrap around him, echoing that first night almost perfectly. She gasped against his lips, moaning sharply when he pushed himself against her damp core, allowing her to feel his hardened arousal through the layers of fabric. She wanted to curse, but no words left her lips. Instead, she dug her fingers in tighter to his coat, desperate not to be let go.
"I need you, Kohaku-chan. For too long, I've fought back from my desire to take more than just your blood," he crooned, hot breath fanning against her ear, causing her to shudder in pleasure, "You never made that easy. The way you'd moan, the way you'd squirm... I could feel how hot, how wet, how needy you were. And the sound of you crying out my name as you came, how sweet it turned your blood... You have no idea how difficult it was to control myself, wanting to drink every single drop while burying myself inside of you, want to release myself within you."
He pushed himself roughly against her, and she tried not to scream, the friction combining with his words causing a wave of heat to echo through her frame, the cry of "Gen!" unable to be stopped, causing him to laugh darkly at getting the exact reaction he wanted.
"However... I knew I couldn't do such a thing to you," he continued, tinges of lament ringing through his tone, "It was already cruel that I was taking your blood for my own needs; I didn't want to take away your innocence as well. To be your first, for you to lose yourself to me only for the sake of lust... I couldn't do it."
His fingers pressed heavily into her pale thighs, leaving temporary red marks upon her skin, stopping himself from doing anything else that was playing out in his head, "And so, I fought. I resisted. Settled for self-touch while all the while torturing myself with dreams of what I wanted to do. Knowing that the moment I settled my fangs into your flesh, I'd be tempted all over again. I not only craved your blood, I craved your body, your cries and your screams, the feel of you all around me."
The huntress could feel her eyes starting to sting, lashes becoming wet, heartbeat racing so fast that the sound of it attempted to compete with his voice, almost wanting to drown him out.
Gen took a harsh breath, feeling a tightness in his lungs from a mixture of his bloodlust and desire, "But it's hard to hold back anymore, Kohaku-chan... I want you. I need you. I'm a selfish man, a selfish beast... I want to devour all of you, take you and make you wholly mine. Flesh and blood, body and soul... All of you."
He went quiet, panting softly, his breath warm against her throat, closing his eyes as he tried to quell his internal storm. Kohaku could tell he was struggling again. He wanted to drink, but not like this. He was all too willing to force himself to last on what little he had taken, if only to continue to resist his wanton desire. To continue with what they had always done, to avoid stepping over that line. Her lids fell, her lips closed to a straight line, fingers subconsciously released slightly from their tight curl.
"Then... take me."
Gen froze, eyes open and wide, the red glow fluctuating between fade and bright. He lifted his head, meeting her softened gaze, bruised lips turning upward when she had his attention. She brought her hands to his face, running her thumb over the cheek, tracing over the top of his petrification scar... a fanged grin, much like his own. She hadn't thought of how fitting that was before, but admittedly, the scars and the reason behind how and why they formed the way they do was a mystery she still couldn't grasp, even with all of Senku's explanations.
"All this time, from the very start," she explained, cheeks burning with a faint blush, "Everything you've held back, I've held back too. But I didn't want to be selfish, begging you to give me relief when you were the one suffering. But I wanted to, so many times, I wanted to... If you wanting to give into lust makes you a selfish beast, doesn't that make me one too?"
She chuckled at her own question, leaning enough to press her forehead against his own, "Devour me, Gen, and let me devour you too. Flesh and blood, body and soul... all of you."
The next few moments were all a blur to the huntress once Gen attacked her with a searing kiss, shifting her into a bridal carry, seeing and sensing nothing but darkness and his violent passion, the black turning to light once they departed, his arms slowly letting her down and allowing for her feet to touch the ground again. She felt shaky for a moment when she felt the ground, but quickly recovered, eyes opening slowly to see that they were in a further part of the forest and she was no longer up against the tree he had pinned her to. She blinked, confused and slightly disoriented as she tried to adjust to her new settings.
They were now in a small clearing, one similar to several others she had seen before during her hunts or supply runs, with a thin flowing stream weaving around a rocky shore, only able to be crossed by a path of slippery rocks. On the other side, there was a large, thick wall of stone, carved out with a shallow cave. Gen held her hand as they crossed over the path together, carefully taking their steps to prevent themselves from falling, stopping a few steps outside of the cave.
"I found this when I was traveling between the village and Tsukasa-chan's stronghold. I knew I would need a place where I could safely hide when I needed to feast," the mentalist explained, stepping inside to grab a lantern he had stashed away, lighting it with a hidden set of quick firestarters he kept within his coat.
With the fire started, it lit up the shallow cave, allowing for Kohaku to see other supplies she was sure were taken from both of the camps. A few thick blankets laid out over a human length pile of leaves and branch structure, a couple of lanterns for extra light, a ratty-looking knapsack likely filled with other necessities... She was surprised by the amount of things that he had somehow managed to obtain without a single person realizing he had done so, although what he had taken wasn't unusual. He guided her inside, attention diverted as he set the lantern down upon a smooth boulder, using his firestarters to light up a second lantern and join it with the first, adding in more light and a slight bit of warmth.
However, while she was no longer disoriented by the effects of whatever happened to bring them there, she still had an air of wonder in her head, and she tilted her head to one side as she looked at Gen with an arched brow, "... But how did we even get here?"
He laughed heartedly and loud, turning his attention back to her, grinning like a fanged demon that did nothing to alleviate Kohaku's initial confusion, "I'm a man of many tricks, Kohaku-chan. That spell isn't something I like to use, as it can be quite draining, but I have no patience for a slow walk through the woods."
He yanked at her left wrist, forcing her to fall towards him and colliding against his slender frame, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Her eyes shut tight upon impact, opening up wide a second later as he lifted her chin, instantly becoming enticed by the lustful, red-soaked gleam. "Not when there's something else I rather do," he continued huskily, and Kohaku felt those familiar shivers run back up her spine.
All at once, the urgency of passion returned, the huntress allowing herself to be trapped again, this time upon the makeshift bed, wrists crossed above her head with one strong hand holding them down and one knee between her legs, devilish tongue engaging in a consensual lewd dance with her own, and being acutely aware of another hand making its way down her frame. She was too distracted by the sensations and warmth filling her belly to protest when she felt her rope belt being untied and pulled away, gasping against passionate lips when she could feel cold fingers dip underneath her hemline and brushing over her stomach, culminating in a loud "ah" and breaking away from the kiss when he took hold of her right breast, thumb tantalizingly brushing over her nipple and causing her to quiver excitedly beneath him.
"Yes... I love those sounds you're making, Kohaku-chan~" he sing-songed, licking his lips as he watched her pant and squirm, enjoying how she was pressing herself up against him, teasing her with faint brushes of his knee against her clothed nethers by her own volition, "I bet your blood is tasting extra sweet. I almost want to take a sip."
She stared at him with blurred vision, sweat already rolling down her forehead and cheeks hot to the touch, ready to tell him to take his treat, but she was caught off guard by her wrists being freed, watching as he instead began to strip, removing his purple coat and tossing it with little care to another part of the cavern. Deft fingers made quick work of his obi and yukata, discarding them in similar fashion, then made work on undoing the buttons of his sleeveless top, revealing the pale flesh beneath.
"... But I think I'll wait. I know it'll be even sweeter by the time I'm done with you~"
An audible, sensual shudder escaped Kohaku's throat, and the coil in her stomach grew ever tighter. The top now tossed aside, Gen turned his focus back to his companion, a hand making quick work to undo the knots on her hair tie and neck ribbon, her short blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. He motioned for her to sit up long enough for him to rapidly remove her dress, it now joining the rest of the discarded barriers that kept them apart. His hungry gaze followed her curves, and Kohaku could feel herself becoming even hotter as she followed his trail.
Gen growled like a feral beast, "Hngh... you're too much, Kohaku-chan... Do you have any clue how much I want to devour you?"
Kohaku softly laughed, bringing her hands up to his chest, running her tips over his chest, ignoring the desire to pull him back down to her level, knowing full well he would do so on his own accord once she spoke.
"Then quit teasing me and do it already."
Two seconds was all it took for him to continue, distracting her with another dance as he untied the knots that held her undergarments together, leaving her completely naked and under his whims. She was pushed back down to the bed, his mouth trailing down her throat, stopping to lick the wounds he had created earlier, continuing their way down past her collarbone. He was careful with his fangs, making sure not to clamp down and cause her to bleed, but still made small nips to her skin, enjoying how her breath would hitch with each one.
His hands took advantage of her uncovered breasts, teasing them both in the same way he had done before, Kohaku mewling loudly at the increased ministrations. Her head lulled to her left, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath, fingers clawing at the blankets desperately. His eyes peered upward and watched her lustfully, smirking as he chuckled before he captured her one of her breasts within his mouth, tongue languidly swirling around the nipple.
"A-ah! G-gen!" the huntress cried out, biting down on her bottom lip in an effort to try and quiet herself.
He switched his attention to the other breast, and she hissed sharply, her back arching, unconsciously rubbing herself against his knee still between her legs. He chuckled again, "My, my, Kohaku-chan, you're so sensitive~ I have barely begun, yet you're already close... I suppose I need to pick up my pace."
She didn't have the ability to process exactly what he meant, barely able to catch her breath as he went back to her right breast, fondling and suckling the tender mound, his free hand going between her legs. Her breath hitched and her body froze as long fingers teased her wet folds, rubbing her outer lips for a few seconds before inserting one finger inside, pumping in and out of her at a slow and sweet pace. She could feel her eyes watering, the intensity of the new sensation becoming overwhelming. She writhed and coiled, her moans uncontrolled as he touched her so intimately.
Her "ah"s and "oh"s became a hoarse song that she kept saying over and over, growing louder in octaves as he slid a second finger in, increasing his pace as he did so. He stopped toying with her breast, moving upward to score the sweet spot by her ear, voice low and husky as he whispered his naughty taunts, "Ah... you're so wet, Kohaku-chan... You like that I'm finally touching you, aren't you? You feel so good around my fingers; I'm anxious to know how you'll feel once I slide my cock inside. I may have a hard time staying in control."
"Y-yes...! Don't stop... oh, please don't stop...!" she replied eagerly, bucking against his hand, wanting his fingers to push deeper with every thrust, the coil in her stomach growing so tight that it would only be a matter of time before it would finally come undone, and in turn, so would she.
Gen knew it too, as he happily obliged. "That's a good girl, Kohaku-chan~ Keep crying like that. Come for me; let me feel you come~" he praised, spreading his fingers and stretching out her walls, combining the new sensation with the fierce speed of his thrusts.
Kohaku practically screamed in unbridled relief as the coil finally burst, saying his name like a prayer, her orgasm hitting her hard and uncontrolled, Gen not stopping his attack until her voice had disappeared, only slowing as she tried to catch her breath. She had collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted yet euphoric, cooing in faint disappointment as he removed his fingers, leaving her feel strangely empty. Half-lidded eyes watched as he brought his stained appendages to his lips, tongue darting out to lick them clean, his eyes aglow in crimson in the same way he did after he had drank her blood.
He hummed happily, fingertips playing off his demonic smirk, "You're delicious, my dear... I had thought your blood was irresistible, but this taste already has me addicted. You're tempting me to have a different type of bite~"
She wasn't exactly sure what that meant either, but as she watched him shed the final bits of his clothes, she already knew she wasn't going to get the answer to that tonight. He separated her legs wide, allowing him to completely slide in between, his erect cock poised mere inches away from her tender womanhood, taking her hands into his own and holding them tightly on either side of her head.
"But I'm afraid if I don't put my dick inside you soon, I'll drive myself incredibly mad. I can't hold myself back much longer."
She felt the tip of him against her outer folds, and her breath hitched. She nipped at her bottom lip, squeezing his hands as she prepared for him to enter, letting go of the stuck breath after a second or so, reddened lips turned into a dark smirk of her own.
"I told you to stop teasing me, Gen... Stop holding back and devour me."
The mentalist didn't need to be told twice, and he slowly pushed his way in, holding himself inside and groaning as he became incensed by her soaking wet core. She groaned in tandem, the girth of him causing her a moment of discomfort, but she adjusted rather quickly, signaling for him to move once she was more comfortable. He did as commanded, at first steady in his pace, allowing for them both to take in the pleasurable friction. He hissed softly as he could feel his thirst rising in his throat, especially as he watched Kohaku craned her head back, exposing that tantalizing column of alabaster flesh. She was overwhelming all of his heightened senses. Her sweet scent of sex and sweat, her angelic voice ringing in his ear like a sensual melody, her sharpened claws digging at his knuckles...
He swore that Kohaku must be a goddess sent from the depths of hell to torture him for his monstrous sins, questioning if it was she was the true beast in this bed. And the thought that he was the one that was causing this feral side of her to come out, the one that she had chosen to be her lover and to take the innocence she once held close was a powerful aphrodisiac he was already desiring to take over and over again.
He picked up his pace as he started to close in on his own climax, wanting the huntress to reach her release before he had his own. "Hngh... Oh, my dear Kohaku-chan... you're such a good girl, taking my cock the way you are~" he praised again, his words sounding breathless as he started to pant, "You're so damn perfect, a beautiful yet sinful mess... I'm afraid it won't be too long before I reach my end. You just feel too fucking good."
"Yes! Oh, Gen... Gen, this feel so good! Please... don't stop... go harder, faster...! Please, please, please... Gen!" she begged in a mixed tone of whispers and cries, his dirty curses and lustful tone making her want more and more, chasing after her second high that was mere seconds from coming forth.
"Oh, Kohaku-chan... how can I resist such a request?" he teasingly crooned, hands grasping at her hips, arching her in a way that allowed him to bury himself as deep as he could go, keeping up the same fervor pace.
The new angle was beyond enthralling, both of them echoing their sensual cries, sharing each other's names in bliss, their journey now quickly nearing its end. Gen leaned forward, fangs bared and ready to feast, digging themselves into Kohaku's neck at long last, taking that drink he had longed for from the second their tryst began. He felt his heart beating fast, not just from the activity but at the taste of her blood twirling on his tongue, the taste beyond any he had ever had before. He felt ravenous, enraptured, a beastly growl echoing against her skin as he shifted within her without restraint, Kohaku screaming her passionate cries of his name into his ear as her orgasm finally came. He wasn't too far behind, stilling himself inside as he spilled his seed, letting go of her throat as they both quivered from their unified end, chests heaving and breaths turning their lips dry as they fought to catch their breath.
Their eyes met, half-lidded and blurry, lazily kissing one another's lips in between pants, Gen slowly removing himself from her, Kohaku whimpering again at the distracting loss, shifting and shakily clenching her legs together after he moved to her side, letting go of the grip he had upon her hands. She brought them up to his face, shaky palms against his cheeks, his own threading themselves into her messy blonde locks in return, continuing another string of necessary kisses as the adrenaline started to drop.
They pulled away slowly after one last, long kiss, gazing at each other with shared affection, lapis meeting with deep cerulean that now had made its return, bruised lips curled into reflective soft smiles, the lust and desire they felt melted away and leaving behind a feeling that hit them all at once, explaining every reason why they had felt the ways that they did ever since that fateful night.
"I love you."
They both froze, eyes going wide, before their shoulders relaxed, gentle laughs echoing as they realized what they had said, their impromptu confession being mutually shared, feeling all at once tired, relieved, a fraction of fear from what this could all mean for their future but feeling confident that they would figure it all out together. They shifted to lay beside one another, savoring the warmth of their bodies as they snuggled in the afterglow, eyes drifting close as the power of sleep started to overtake them. They knew they couldn't sleep for longer than a few minutes, knowing that they would have to make the trek back to camp where they were curious if their long absence had been noticed, but neither of them wanted to let go of this moment quite yet, not knowing when they'll have this chance again.
They both hoped that it wouldn't take too long.
- end -
