Chapter 23 – Rejoice in Love
The journey to Nohr took less than an hour, but to Corrin, it felt timeless—a fleeting moment etched into her memory. The thrill of soaring through the sky with Abel, the wind in her hair and the moonlight casting a silver glow over the landscape, was something she would never forget.
But as they neared Castle Krakenburg, reality crept back into her thoughts.
Abel moved with an unsettling ease, leaping over castle walls and slipping past guards unnoticed. His movements were silent, fluid, and precise. Watching him scale the walls and glide across rooftops, Corrin couldn't help but feel a pang of unease.
''If Abel can do this… then other vampires can too.''
The thought lingered in her mind, a warning of the unseen dangers lurking in the shadows of her homeland. Yet even with that realization, she couldn't deny how much she had enjoyed the journey—the exhilaration, the freedom, the feeling of trust as Abel carried her.
Effortlessly, he bounded over the rooftops of commoners and nobles alike, uncaring of the eyes that might be watching. His presence was like a whisper in the dark—there, but never noticed. When they reached the castle's outer walls, he scaled them as if they were no more than a slight incline, moving along the stone battlements with Corrin in his arms as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Finally, they reached her window.
With a graceful step, Abel slipped inside, his boots making no sound as they touched the floor. He set Corrin down gently, his hands lingering for just a moment before he stepped back.
Corrin steadied herself, brushing her hair from her face, her heart still racing from the experience.
Abel folded his arms, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "So, how did it feel?" he asked, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Being carried by a vampire?"
Corrin blinked, caught off guard by the question. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced away, pretending to adjust her cloak to hide her embarrassment.
"Well…" She bit her lip, considering her words carefully. "I've never experienced anything like it before. It was… exhilarating."
Abel chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "Is that so? I didn't expect you to laugh so much."
Corrin smiled, remembering the sound of her own laughter echoing through the night. "I couldn't help it. It was… freeing." She looked at him, her expression softening. "It felt like flying."
Abel nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "Flying without wings…" He glanced toward the moonlight streaming through the window. "That's the gift of the night. For those of us who live in the shadows, the world looks different from up there."
Corrin tilted her head, studying him. "Do you miss it? The world you once knew?"
Abel's smirk faded slightly, replaced by a more contemplative look. "Sometimes." His gaze flickered toward the horizon. "But the past is a burden. I've learned to live in the present."
Corrin stepped closer, her voice quiet but firm. "Then live in this moment, Abel. You're not alone anymore."
Abel turned to her, surprised by her words. His crimson eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, there was no Nosferatu, no monstrous past—just a man standing in the moonlight, unsure of where he belonged.
"…Thank you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Corrin smiled gently. "Besides," she added with a teasing lilt, "it's not every day a princess gets carried home by a vampire."
Abel chuckled, shaking his head. "You're an odd one, Corrin."
"And you're full of surprises, Abel."
Their shared laughter lingered in the air, a soft sound that felt at odds with the harsh stone walls of Castle Krakenburg. For the first time in what felt like ages, there was no tension, no danger—just two people finding solace in each other's company.
The moonlight bathed them in its glow, casting away the shadows, if only for a little while.
Corrin found herself staring at him, her heart skipping a beat. There was a magnetism to him, an allure that went beyond his vampiric charm. His presence, his wit, the way he carried himself—it all made her feel drawn to him. Infatuated.
The realization made her blush, and she quickly averted her gaze. ''Get a hold of yourself, Corrin.'' She scolded herself internally, forcing her mind to focus. This wasn't the time to get lost in feelings she didn't fully understand. Abel was a vampire—a creature of darkness, burdened by a curse he couldn't escape.
And sooner or later, that curse would rear its head again.
She glanced at him again, this time with a more serious expression. Her gaze drifted to his hands, which rested casually at his sides. They were steady now, but she remembered how he had clenched them earlier when he spoke of his hunger—how he had admitted that her wound aroused his thirst.
''It's only a matter of time.''
The thought sent a chill down her spine. Abel might have control now, but how long could he maintain it? The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
Her mind wandered back to the encounter earlier that day—when she had faced Trishanku, the Monster of Alaya. The man had spoken cryptically, hinting at ancient knowledge and forgotten truths.
"There is a way," Trishanku had said, his voice like a guttural whisper in her mind. "A way for Dead Apostles to sustain themselves without taking blood."
At the time, she had barely understood what he meant. But now, standing here with Abel, the memory resurfaced with clarity.
''If what Trishanku said is true… then Abel doesn't have to keep drinking blood to survive.''
The thought filled her with a sudden sense of hope. Perhaps there was a way to free him from his curse—or at least, to make his existence less of a burden.
Abel, still leaning against the window, raised an eyebrow as he noticed the change in her demeanor. "What is it?" he asked, his voice curious but laced with a hint of concern.
Corrin took a step closer, her hands clasped in front of her. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before finally looking up at him with determination in her eyes.
"Abel," she began, her voice steady but soft. "Earlier today, we met someone… someone who told me something important."
Abel tilted his head, intrigued. "Oh? And what was that?"
Corrin took a deep breath. "They said there's a way for Dead Apostles to sustain themselves without drinking blood."
Abel's expression froze for a moment, the playful smirk disappearing from his face.
Corrin continued, her voice gentle but insistent. "I need to know if it's true. Is there really another way for you to survive without... taking lives?"
She stepped even closer, her gaze locked on his. "Tell me, Abel. Is it possible?"
Abel's demeanor shattered the moment Corrin finished her question. His eyes widened in shock, and for a long, awkward beat, he just stared at her as if she'd suddenly sprouted another head.
Then, he fidgeted.
His fingers twitched at his sides, tapping against his trousers. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing at the floor, the ceiling, the walls—anywhere but at her. His usual sharp and composed expression crumbled into something far more human.
And then, to Corrin's utter bewilderment, his nose began to bleed.
"Wh-what?" Abel stammered, bringing a hand to his face. He wiped at the blood trickling from his nose, his crimson eyes darting around the room. "N-no, that's… That's ridiculous! W-where did you even hear something like that? Honestly, the things that guy comes up with…"
Corrin blinked, stunned for a moment by his sudden flustered state. ''Is he… embarrassed?'' The mighty Nosferatu, who just hours ago had commanded armies of shadowy monsters and overpowered one of the most dangerous vampires, was now reduced to a stuttering mess.
Her lips twitched, and she bit back a laugh. But it was hard not to find his bashfulness adorable in a strange way.
"Abel," she said, taking a step closer. "Why are you acting like this? You're avoiding my question."
"I—I'm not avoiding anything!" Abel protested, backing up until he hit the wall. "I'm just… It's nonsense! Whatever the Monster of Alaya told you that was probably just… lying! Yes, that's it!"
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to regain his composure, though the effect was ruined by the crimson smear on his face and the way his cheeks had turned an unmistakable shade of pink.
Corrin tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You're blushing."
Abel's eyes widened. "I am not!"
"You are," Corrin insisted, folding her arms with a playful grin. "Your face is red, your nose is bleeding, and you're stammering like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner."
"That's… That's completely unrelated!" Abel sputtered, wiping at his nose again. "It's just… residual effects from using my Reality Marble! Yes, that's all!"
Corrin took another step forward, closing the distance between them. "Residual effects?" she echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling embarrassment now?"
Abel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're relentless…"
Corrin leaned in, her tone softening but still playful. "You're avoiding the question because you know something, don't you?"
Abel shook his head frantically. "Nope. Absolutely not. I know nothing. Nothing at all. In fact, I should probably—"
As he tried to step past her toward the window, Corrin reached out and grabbed his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. "Abel."
He froze, his eyes flicking back to hers. There was something in her gaze—something gentle yet determined, a sincerity that he couldn't brush aside.
"Please," she said softly. "If there's a way to help you, I want to know."
Abel let out a long, defeated sigh, slumping his shoulders. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, the action making it even messier than before. "You really won't let this go, will you?"
Corrin shook her head with a small smile. "Nope."
Abel chuckled quietly, a wry grin creeping back onto his face despite his embarrassment. "You're insufferable."
"And you're stalling," Corrin shot back, her smile widening.
Abel groaned again, throwing his head back dramatically. "Fine! Fine. There is a way. But it's… complicated."
Corrin's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Complicated how?"
Abel glanced at her, a mischievous glint returning to his gaze. "Well… it involves a certain level of intimacy, let's say. And I'm not sure you're ready to hear about that just yet."
Corrin's face turned beet red, her playful demeanor faltering for the first time. "W-what?! Intimacy?"
Abel smirked, clearly pleased to have turned the tables. "Oh, yes. Very intimate. Are you sure you want to press further, Princess?"
Corrin flailed slightly, her mind racing. "I—That's not what I meant! I was just asking if—"
"Relax," Abel said with a laugh, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm only teasing. But yes… there are ways for a vampire to sustain themselves without taking blood directly. It's rare, though. And most of my kind aren't exactly interested in the alternatives."
Corrin sighed in relief, though her cheeks still burned. "You could have just said that from the start."
Abel took a long, steadying breath, clearly trying to calm himself down after the teasing exchange. His crimson eyes flickered with a mixture of residual embarrassment and thoughtfulness as he leaned against the windowsill, gazing out at the moonlit landscape of Nohr.
"Do you know why Dead Apostles need blood, Corrin?" Abel asked, his tone more subdued now, though a faint blush still dusted his cheeks.
Corrin tapped her chin thoughtfully, stepping closer to join him by the window. "I suppose it's because… you need it to survive? Like how humans need food and water."
Abel nodded, though his expression grew more serious. "Yes, but it's more than that. Blood contains magical energy—mana—and something else. Something more vital to us."
Corrin tilted her head, curious. "Something more? Like what?"
Abel glanced at her, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Blood contains human information. Everything that makes a person who they are—their memories, their essence, their life. It's stored in their blood."
Corrin's brows furrowed. "Human information? So… when a vampire drinks blood, they're absorbing more than just energy?"
"Exactly," Abel confirmed, his voice quiet. "We're taking pieces of the person. Their life force. Their identity. That's what keeps our bodies from rotting away. You see…" He trailed off, his gaze turning distant. "Vampires are corpses, Corrin. We're already dead. Our bodies are constantly decaying. Drinking blood keeps us… intact. Prevents us from becoming mindless husks."
Corrin frowned, her heart sinking a little at the weight of his words. "That's… a horrible fate."
"It is," Abel said softly, his gaze darkening. "But blood isn't the only thing that carries this 'human information,' you know."
Corrin's ears perked up. "It's not? Then what else does?"
Abel suddenly tensed. His fingers twitched nervously, and his entire demeanor shifted back to that flustered, bashful state from earlier. He avoided her gaze, rubbing the back of his neck as if hoping she wouldn't notice the red creeping back into his cheeks.
"Technically…" Abel began, his voice strained. "Technically, all body fluids contain magical energy and human information."
Corrin raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "All body fluids?"
Abel gulped, clearly regretting his decision to bring it up. He looked like he wanted to jump out of the window and disappear into the night.
"Y-yes," he stammered. "Saliva… sweat… tears… and, um…"
Corrin blinked, waiting for him to continue. "And?"
Abel looked absolutely mortified. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, refusing to meet her gaze. His voice dropped to a barely audible mumble.
"And… a certain… thick, whitish fluid…"
Silence hung in the air for a long moment.
Corrin blinked again. "Thick and whitish—" Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh!" Her face turned beet red as she took a quick step back. "Y-you mean—?!"
Abel immediately held up his hands, as if to placate her. "It's not what you think! I mean, it is, but—ugh!" He buried his face in his hands. "Why did I say that out loud?!"
Corrin's hands flew to her cheeks, her mind racing. "You're saying that that can also sustain a vampire?"
Abel groaned. "Technically, yes! But it's… it's not exactly a common method. Most vampires don't—"
"Most vampires?" Corrin squeaked, her voice rising an octave. "So some do?!"
Abel waved his hands frantically. "No, no, no! It's not—well, some might, but—"
Corrin stared at him, her face still red as a tomato. She wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or bury her head under a pillow.
"So… hypothetically," she began cautiously, "if a vampire couldn't get blood… they could, um… drink that instead?"
Abel groaned again, sinking down to sit on the windowsill with his head in his hands. "Please stop saying it out loud…"
Corrin bit her lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a giggle. Despite the awkwardness of the conversation, there was something undeniably amusing about seeing Abel, the mighty Nosferatu, reduced to a flustered mess.
"So," she said with a teasing grin, "are you saying that if you ever get really desperate… you might have to—?"
"Don't. Even. Say. It," Abel muttered, his voice muffled by his hands.
Corrin couldn't help it anymore. She burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Oh gods, Abel! You're blushing again!"
Abel peeked out from behind his hands, his face still red. "Of course I'm blushing! Do you realize how awkward this is?!"
Corrin leaned against the windowsill beside him, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this. It's kind of cute."
Abel groaned once more, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
"Nope," Corrin said cheerfully. "But hey, at least now I know how to keep you in check."
Abel shot her a mock glare. "You're enjoying this far too much."
Corrin giggled, giving him a playful nudge. "Maybe a little."
Abel sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Remind me never to have a serious conversation with you again."
"But you're stuck with me now," Corrin teased, her smile softening. "And I did say I'd find a way to help you, didn't I?"
Abel stiffened slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "You mean..." His voice was hesitant, cautious.
"I know it sounds… strange," Corrin replied quickly, "but if it helps, then maybe we can give it a try. We don't have to do anything we're uncomfortable with... we just need to find a way to make it work for you." She avoided his gaze for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she gathered the courage to speak the words out loud. "I could provide for you, Abel. If you trust me... and if we both agree that it's the best option for you."
There was a long pause. Abel's face twisted in confusion, his thoughts battling with the idea. It was something he had never even considered, yet hearing Corrin offer herself in this way made his chest tighten. He felt a flood of emotions—guilt, desire, confusion—but beneath it all, there was a faint thread of hope.
"Corrin…" He began, his voice softer than usual. "I don't know what to say. I'm not sure if I can just... accept something like that. It's not just about feeding. You're offering something so personal... and I don't want you to think that it's easy for me to accept."
Corrin reached up, gently cupping his cheek, the softness in her touch an anchor to his scattered thoughts. "I'm not asking for anything more than what we're both comfortable with. But I want you to know that I'm not afraid of helping you, Abel. You don't have to hide your hunger from me."
Abel's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he stood frozen, unable to voice what he was truly feeling. His curse, his hunger, had been with him for so long that even considering an alternative felt like stepping into uncharted territory. But Corrin's sincerity, her willingness to help, left him feeling more vulnerable than he had in decades.
Finally, he spoke, his voice strained but touched with something like gratitude. "You really would do that... for me?"
Corrin smiled, her voice soft but unwavering. "For you, Abel, I would do anything. I want to help you. And maybe, in a way, we can help each other. You don't have to carry this burden alone anymore."
The room seemed to quiet as Abel looked at her, the weight of her words sinking in. Before he became Abel, he had spent almost a century alone, trapped by his own nature. Only concerned about his plans to create a world ruled of vampires and quench his thirst. And while he had his fair share of women over these years, it never became a bond as deep as he had with Elesia. By now, the idea of letting someone in—someone who wasn't just offering pity, but a true desire to help him, comfort him—was overwhelming.
But as Corrin stood there, unwavering in her dedication to him, something inside him began to shift. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward. And perhaps even, find something more.
Corrin's hand moved with gentle intent, her fingers brushing against Abel's before slowly intertwining with his. The touch was light, but it conveyed more than words ever could. There was warmth in her gaze, a softness that was rare in the way she looked at him, and for once, Abel didn't pull away.
He stood there, frozen for a moment, as if trying to make sense of the storm of emotions swirling inside him. His gaze flickered from their hands to her face. The connection between them felt different now, stronger, as if a barrier he had been building around himself was slowly starting to crumble.
"Abel," Corrin whispered, her voice softer than it had ever been before. "Please stay... stay the night."
The words hung in the air, lingering between them like a delicate promise. She didn't mean just for this moment, this conversation—she was offering him something more. Something beyond the hunger, beyond the curse, beyond everything that had kept them apart. She was asking him to stay by her side.
Abel's chest tightened at the sincerity in her eyes, at the gentleness in her voice. After his mistress died, he had lived in loneliness, never allowing anyone to come close enough to touch his heart in such an intimate way. But here she was, asking him to stay with her, to be present, to not retreat into the shadows.
He opened his mouth to speak, but for once, the words wouldn't come. There was too much to say, too much to process, and yet... the simplicity of her request cut through it all. It was something he had always craved, but never believed he could have.
Corrin's smile was soft, almost knowing, as if she could read the conflict in his heart. She pulled his hand a little closer, gently bringing his palm to her chest, over her heart. "Abel, you've been alone for so long... and I can't imagine what that must be like. But I don't want either of us to be alone tonight. Stay with me, just for now. Please."
His breath caught in his throat, the space between them growing impossibly small. For a moment, he thought he could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, under his hand, almost as if they were two halves of the same whole. She was asking him to share that warmth, to break through the cold shell of his existence and step into her light, even if it was just for a while.
Abel's fingers trembled, and it was the first time in what felt like forever that he felt something other than hunger. Something raw, something... real.
"I..." He swallowed, his voice faltering. "I don't know how to... I don't know what to say."
Corrin's thumb gently stroked the back of his hand, her eyes never leaving his. She took a small step closer, lifting her other hand to caress his cheek. Her touch was delicate, almost hesitant, but there was a quiet, unspoken confidence in her that made him feel like this was something he could allow.
"Then don't say anything," she whispered, her lips barely moving, just a breath away from his. "Just be here. Stay with me."
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The world outside seemed to disappear, and the only thing that mattered was the quiet connection between them. Abel could feel his heart pounding in his chest—he had been so careful, so guarded, for so long. But now, in the softness of the moment, he found that perhaps it was time to let go.
And then, without a single word more, Corrin closed the space between them. Her lips brushed against his, tentative at first, like a question she was asking without needing an answer. Abel's breath hitched, and for a brief instant, time seemed to freeze. The kiss was soft, gentle, yet carried a weight of unspoken promises and the depth of what they had shared.
It was an embrace of two souls meeting halfway, two hearts that had been fractured by time, now finding a fragile harmony in the quiet of the night.
Abel's hand moved to rest at the small of her back, pulling her a little closer, and Corrin responded in kind, her fingers threading into his hair. For once, there was no hunger, no curse, no questions. Just the feeling of being together, of staying with each other for a little while longer.
The kiss deepened, but it wasn't just about passion—it was about connection. A shared moment of vulnerability, of trust, of acceptance. And in that fleeting moment, they both knew that whatever tomorrow brought, tonight, they had each other.
(WARNING! H-CONTENT, POTENTIALLY CRINGE)
Corrin's lips were warm and soft, and for a moment, it seemed as though she and Abel might melt into one another, their very essences merging. The world around them disappeared as their warm breath mingled, their minds halting in their frantic pursuit of reason and logic.
In that stillness, Corrin felt the weight of her duty pressing upon her, yet it felt distant, as if another person's burden altogether. She was a princess, and a princess must carry herself with dignity and poise, not only for her people but for the glory of Nohr. She must remain chaste, preserving her purity until the day she married a noble of her land. These were the principles she had lived by, the rules that had defined her.
Yet, as soon as her lips met Abel's beneath the soft, pink canopy of that cherry blossom tree, she realized that all those convictions had become irrelevant. Her heart was already his, and nothing could change that. She knew, in the deepest part of herself, that she wanted no one else. She wanted him—Abel. The knowledge settled within her like a quiet storm, fierce and undeniable.
The darker part of her, the reflection that she saw in her dream, that whispered truths she had been unwilling to confront. Desires to conquer, to dominate, to possess—these longings she could no longer deny, not when she felt the heat of Abel's body close to hers. Now that their skin had touched, now that her soul had intertwined with his, she felt herself losing control. She wanted to hold him, to keep him to herself, to make him wholly hers. It was improper, shameful even, but the emotions that had long been buried inside her rose to the surface, demanding release.
After an eternity that lasted mere seconds, their lips finally parted.
Abel pulled her closer, and Corrin snuggled into him, her heart racing.
"Corrin..." His voice was a breathless whisper, his hands gently resting on her shoulders.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, searching his face, almost as if afraid of what might follow. But there was a question on his lips, one that hung heavy in the air between them.
"Corrin... Do you want to do it?" His words were simple, unadorned, and he knew they were a bold expression for someone of her station. Yet, in that moment, Abel could think of no other way to voice his desire, the urgency he felt.
The silence between them stretched, and Corrin hesitated, biting her lip as she fought with her own conscience. Her heart, however, had already made its decision.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling, yet resolute. She nodded, the faintest of gestures, and yet it filled Abel with an excitement he hadn't felt in a long time.
In that simple, raw response, something ignited within him, and the weight of her answer lingered in the air, heavy with the promise of what was to come.
Abel gently cupped her shoulders, his movements tender as he carefully unfastened her armor, the soft pressure of his hands sending a ripple of warmth through her. As each layer fell away, a sense of anticipation built within Corrin. She felt her body responding to his touch, her skin tingling beneath his fingertips as he slowly undressed her, savoring every moment. It was a feeling of intimacy she had longed for, the connection between them growing deeper with every gentle movement.
With the final piece of armor falling to the floor, Corrin's breath caught in the air, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability flooding her senses. There was an undeniable warmth, an emotional connection, as she felt his hands caress her skin, each touch bringing them closer in this private moment, one that she had quietly wished for. She could feel the happiness in her heart—this was the kind of closeness she had desired, and it made her feel complete.
Corrin's emotions swirled—embarrassment, yes, but also a thrilling sense of being wanted, desired. Her heart pounded as she felt the weight of his gaze on her, but it wasn't judgment she felt—only warmth, acceptance, and a deep connection. This wasn't just about the physical—it was about being truly seen by someone who cared, someone who loved her for who she was.
Abel kissed her neck and massaged her bosom has he slowly undid the clothes of her upper body. Soon only her bra remained. Corrin couldn't help but feel her body tingle all over as his hands explored her body... She liked the way he was caressing her skin and she felt a certain thrill in her body as his hands rubbed over her soft fabric covering her breasts. The feeling of him touching her like this made her want to explode with desire...
The vampire removed the fabric covering Corrin's upper body. He pushed her on her own bed, softly, and started to pull off her pants.
All the while he was removing her pants and she was feeling a mixture of guilt, shame-but mostly pure pleasure. She had wanted this to happen ever since she had that nightmare of him. And her. Her dark reflection and Abel in each others arms. Their bodies interlocking.
Soon, Corrin lay on the bed completely bare before him. Her body was the perfect blend of feminine beauty and a warrior. Her muscles and her curves working splendidly together to showcase a princess that has seen many battles yet not even once took away her feminine charms.
Abel smiled and said, ''You are beautiful, Corrin.''
She felt such a rush of euphoria when he spoke those words to her. It was as if it was all worth waiting for... she felt like she was a flower blooming as his eyes took in her body. The feeling of admiration filled her body with such a warm and soothing sensation...
Now Abel was the one who laid off his clothes. His white shirt fell to the ground, along with his trousers and shoes. He stood completely naked before her.
Corrin felt her body tremble in awe as she watched him stand before her exposed. Abel's body was pale and marred by the cursed markings Zio ingrained on him, yes. But his form amazed her. His body was slim and muscular, almost aero-dynamic. His body looked so magnificent in front of her eyes... She wanted to touch him and feel his skin against hers...
Abel grinned mischievously ''I guess it's proper etiquette to make you wet enough first, your Highness...''
Corrin was feeling such a rush of passion at his words. She wanted to be touched by him all over and to feel him exploring every inch of her body... She couldn't help but moan at his words and she felt so sensitive as she anticipated him touching her...
Abel bowed down to her and gently spread her legs. Her most private feminine part was exposed to him. Corrin blushed like crazy. She felt like she was going to burst right now as he touched her intimate parts and she felt a mix of both shyness and excitement as her body.
He opened his mouth and started to suck on her gland. Corrin enjoyed this. Then he got more intense. He invaded her opening with his tongue and twirled around inside...making her moan louder and louder.
After he was done and Corrin was wet enough, he stood up and grinned at her. He climbed on top of her and looked her straight in the eyes. His gaze was like a piercing arrow that shot inside her heart. She was feeling like all her body was being filled up with butterflies and desire and she felt so eager to finally embrace him...
At the sight of her, Abel struggled to maintain his control. His beastly urges started to overcome him. With a predatory grin he asked. ''Now then, my lovely princess... Say it... Do you want me to utterly and thoroughly defile you?''
The words had such a provocative and stimulating tone to her ears and she felt a surge of desire and excitement rush over her body as he said it... She couldn't help but let out her words of pure desire and acceptance...
''Yes...please defile every inch of my body and make me yours...'' Corrin spoke the words with such boldness and excitement and she could feel her heart beating fast as her body trembled all over. She would never had thought that she would say such uncouth things. But when Abel teased her like this, she couldn't help but play along, her own lust taking over.
Abel kissed her passionately, his tongue intertwining with hers, while he positioned himself perfectly for his intention. To push his ram through her castle gates and claim her most fortress for himself.
Corrin felt the tingling on her lips. It felt so amazing to feel the warmth of his kiss on her lips... Their bodies pressed together sent a surge of desire through her body and she could feel herself getting ready for his attack... She felt so eager to feel her body being filled by his...
The attack on her fortress came swiftly. Abel rammed his rod right into her front gates. It made Corrin moan like crazy... She was filled by him. By her Abel.
He started to move...first gently...then more roughly...and he got rougher and rougher. Corrin felt like in heaven. Abel's movements made her tremble in pleasure. Soon she started to move her own hips in tandem with his. Both Abel and Corrin moaned each other's names.
''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!'' ''Abel!'' ''Corrin!''
The feeling these two lovers shared grew more and more intense each second. The bed creaked.
The feelings were becoming overwhelming and intense for both of them and she felt like she couldn't take it anymore... She was feeling their bodies crash together as she felt closer and closer to climax. Her breathing became faster and her voice began to become more frantic. Her movements increased in tandem with his movements, and she was feeling closer to a peak than she had ever reached before...
And then... the climax cam
Abel moaned a loud ''CORRIN!'' and thus the two lovers exchanged their white body fluids. Corrin moaned loud ''ABEL!'' and squirted like crazy.
Abel laid down in Corrin's embrace, her legs wrapped around his waist. They panted heavily and have a deep blush in their faces. Their bodies felt like they had melted as they laid there for a few minutes. Both of their mouths were red with the kisses they exchanged.
Abel giggled. Corrin felt her body shiver at the sound of his soft giggle, and she smiled and opened her eyes. She felt so happy and so content with what they had done, and she couldn't help but giggle alongside him as she let out a light laugh in reply.
"That was round 1." He spoke those words so boldly and it instantly sent shivers down Corrin's spine. The thought of this encounter going on for even longer sent a strong rush of desire through her body. She looked at him with eager eyes...
He grinned at her and said, "Now it's time for you to clean up..."
Aben sat up and brought his hips in a position that his grotesque meat was directly in front of Corrin's face. Abel's words caught her completely off guard and he saw her blush even more as she looked at him and his movements. But her blushing was replaced with a look of hunger and she felt so eager to do what he requested of her.
Corrin swallowed Abel's meat and started to suck on it. Abel moaned deeply at it and said "That's good Corrin...you are a natural..."
Abel moaned further and further. Corrin enjoyed his moans. The taste of Abel's meat felt weird at first but she accustomed to it very quickly. It was hard and sturdy, yet she didn't mind it. She gave her all and although it was her first time pleasing a man, she acted on her instincts.
But soon Abel's limit was reached. He climaxed again, directly inside Corrin's mouth. Corrin was surprised to feel so much of Abel's juice entering her mouth but she sucked further and swallowed it all. Abel pulled out his meat and looked down at Corrin's face...a little bit of semen running down her chin.
Abel chuckled and spoke in a slightly condescending tone "That look suits you, Princess."
After that, the Nosferatu grinned dirty and added. ''Two holes down, one to go. Then you are entirely mine."
He grabbed Corrin and turned her on her stomach...so her bottom were clearly presented in front of Abel. He was giving her the look of someone who had been waiting to see this view for a while.
Corrin felt so helplessly exposed. It felt so naughty to have her butt exposed to him like this... She felt like her mind was melting away and she just let him do whatever he wanted.
Abel smiled wickedly and gave her a few soft slaps on her rear. "Such a bad princess. Making out with a filthy vampire lord. It seems you need to be taught a lesson."
The slaps and his tease left her speechless. It was such a surprising sensation, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not... But then she sighed blissfully. She looked up with eager eyes.
Abel thrusted his ram deep into Corrin's loophole. Corrin was surprised and slightly shocked by this. Abel smiled and started to thrust again. First gently...then rougher. His movements became wilder and the crazed animal inside him took over. Corrin couldn't do anything but scream and moan. She felt like her rear was stretched wide.
"Fu... ah, nn... a. ... Abel! Harder!"
"...Nm, ah, n... no Abel!... Please don't stop!... Please give me more!"
But this wasn't enough for Abel. With his hands he started grab her tighter. One hand grabbed Corrin's boob, kneeding and massaging it.
"Ah...! ...! Haa... no, please squeeze my breast harder...!" Corrin pleaded.
The other found its way to Corrin's mouth. Abel sealed Corrin's mouth with his hand and forced in a few fingers. Corrin felt so aroused...she started to suck on Abel's fingers...while still moaning like a dragon in heat.
"Nn... faster! Ah...! Ah, ya――!"
"Ah! You're so tight, Corrin――!"
Abel thrusted again and again...but eventually he reached his climax. He shot a load of his white essence into Corrin's dirtiest hole and pulled out. Corrin lied on her stomach and panted heavily.
He felt content. The exchange of body fluids had invigorated him. He stretched his arms into the air and made a satisfied "Hah…!"
Corrin still lies on her stomach, breathing heavily...her mind being mushy from the pleasure she feels right now. It was like she was still in heaven.
But she was brought back to reality as she suddenly had an overwhelming feeling. She felt an urge to go to take a bath urgently.
Corrin was feeling the effects of Abel's fluid and her body felt like it was going crazy. She felt like she had lost her mind as she grabbed a sheet and went out of the room as fast as she could, closing the door behind her.
(WARNING! H-CONTENT END)
Some time later, Corrin returned to her chamber, her footsteps soft on the cold floor. She had taken her time in the bath, scrubbing herself clean with water that felt both soothing and scalding on her skin. Yet despite her efforts, she couldn't shake the lingering sensation that traces of him remained inside her — not just physically, but in her very being.
Her composure had somewhat returned. The redness in her cheeks had faded, and her mind felt clearer than it had moments before. But as she quietly opened the door and stepped inside, she found herself immediately flustered once again.
Abel was still there, sitting casually at the edge of the bed — and, of course, still completely naked. His dark brown hair fell over his shoulders in lazy strands, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as they locked onto her.
"Welcome back," he greeted, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "You've cleaned up nicely, Corrin."
Corrin froze in place, suddenly hyperaware of the situation. Her eyes darted to the floor, then back to him. Her face grew hot as she tried to keep her composure, but it was no use.
And Abel could tell.
"Congratulations," he said, tilting his head with a mock-serious expression. "You're completely defiled now."
The word hit her like a slap, making her gasp. "Defiled?! Abel!"
Her mortified expression only made him chuckle. He leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands, utterly at ease. His eyes sparkled with a wicked gleam as he watched her squirm.
Corrin's embarrassment only deepened as she crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to glare at him — but failing miserably thanks to the red blooming across her cheeks.
"You—you don't have to put it like that!" she stammered.
Abel grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. "What? It's the truth, isn't it?" He tapped his chin in mock contemplation. "Besides, I'm just stating the obvious. I think it suits you."
Corrin groaned, covering her face with her hands.
"But it helped plenty. I feel completely rejuvenated. As if I have been born again," he said cheerfully.
Peeking between her fingers, she saw him stretch his arms overhead, his movements languid and graceful. He looked entirely too pleased with himself — and entirely too comfortable without clothes.
Then, with a devilish smirk, Abel added, "If you want… I could go another round."
Corrin's hands dropped from her face as her jaw fell open. "A-Another—?! Absolutely not!"
Abel's laughter rang out, warm and carefree.
Corrin's blush deepened, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "I—I'm serious! My body feels so weak and… and sensitive now!"
"Oh?" Abel stood up, his movements slow and deliberate as he approached her. His height made her feel smaller, more vulnerable, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that softened the moment.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Corrin gasped softly as she felt his bare skin against hers, the contact sending shivers down her spine.
"You're adorable when you're flustered," he murmured into her ear, his voice low and teasing.
Corrin buried her face against his chest, her heart racing even faster. "I'm not flustered," she mumbled.
"You're very flustered."
She groaned again, but her arms instinctively wrapped around him in return, pulling him closer.
"Sometimes, you're insufferable," she muttered, though her voice lacked any real bite.
"And you," Abel replied, resting his chin atop her head, "are utterly irresistible."
Corrin let out a soft laugh, shaking her head against his chest. "You're impossible."
"And yet," Abel said, pressing a kiss to her hair, "here we are."
They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the teasing atmosphere fading into something softer, something unspoken but understood.
Finally, Corrin pulled back slightly to look up at him, her cheeks still pink but her smile genuine. "You know…"
"Yes?" Abel prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm glad you're here."
Abel's smile softened, the usual mischief in his eyes replaced by something far more tender.
"And I'm glad I stayed."
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.
"Though," Corrin added playfully, "if you keep teasing me, I will make you sleep on the floor."
Abel laughed again, the sound rich and genuine. "Noted, princess. Noted. Speaking of sleeping… how about we snuggle for the rest of the night?"
Corrin's heart swelled with relief at his words. There was no teasing in his tone, no mischievous gleam in his eyes — just warmth, sincerity, and a quiet promise of comfort. He held her as though she was something precious, something he was determined to cherish.
And she felt safe. Truly, deeply safe.
His arms wrapped around her, drawing her close, and though her cheeks still carried the faintest blush at their closeness, the exhaustion in her body overwhelmed any lingering embarrassment. She melted into him, too tired and too content to care about modesty anymore. His warmth enveloped her, his heartbeat steady against her back, and every breath he took seemed to sync with hers.
They lay down together, settling into a comfortable spooning position. Abel's body fit perfectly against hers, strong and steady, like an anchor keeping her grounded after a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. The bed beneath them was soft, but it was his embrace that made her feel truly at ease.
As soon as her head rested on the pillow, Corrin felt her weariness hit her like a wave. The exhaustion of the day, the tension, the emotional turmoil — it all washed away in the warmth of Abel's arms. Her eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest against her back lulled her further into a peaceful haze.
It felt so nice to finally let go, to allow herself to relax without worrying about duty or appearances. For once, she wasn't the princess of Nohr, or the responsible leader who had to carry the weight of an entire kingdom on her shoulders.
Right now, she was simply Corrin.
Loved. Wanted. Safe.
The lingering sensations from their earlier intimacy still hummed softly through her body — a pleasant warmth that made her feel both sensitive and contented. Every touch, every whispered breath between them seemed to echo with the unspoken connection they now shared. She could feel Abel's fingers tracing gentle circles on her arm, a tender gesture that made her smile faintly, even as her mind drifted further toward sleep.
Abel leaned in, his lips brushing her ear with a feather-light touch. His voice was low and soothing, filled with quiet affection.
"Thank you for your love, Corrin," he whispered. "I want you to know… wherever my path leads me, I will always carry the memory of our time together."
His words wrapped around her heart like a blanket, filling her with warmth that spread through every fiber of her being.
Corrin's lips curved into a soft smile, though her eyes remained closed. Hearing those words — his gratitude, his promise — made her heart ache in the best way.
Her mind, already hazy with sleep, clung to the sound of his voice. It was the last thing she wanted to hear before drifting off, the perfect lullaby to ease her into the most peaceful slumber she'd had in years.
The words "thank you for your love" echoed gently in her mind, over and over, like a melody she never wanted to forget.
Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed further, and the soft haze of sleep began to pull her under. She felt herself drifting, wrapped in warmth, security, and love.
Abel tightened his arms around her, holding her as though he never wanted to let go. And as she slipped into the embrace of sleep, her last conscious thought was a simple truth:
She was exactly where she wanted to be.