A drabble I wrote for my novel in-progress, The Midnight Court. The actual first sex scene between Emeryk and Valerian *probably* won't play out exactly like this, this was just me playing around with options.
Emeryk pushed Valerian against the wall -- his movements abrupt and violent, shoving all the air out of the dhampir's lungs. Valerian tried to catch his breath but his heart was pounding so wildly in his chest that it felt like an impossible task.
He knew what time of the month it was -- which moon hung full and red in the sky… He could see it in Emeryk's eyes, the way they were focused on the pulsing artery in Valerian's throat, in Emeryk's fangs, extended to their full length… And he could feel it in the way Emeryk's hard cock pressed against him, pressed hard against Valerian's own growing arousal.
He was Emeryk's prisoner, after all -- no one would care what was done to him here, he was just a half-human, a bleeder and a bastard. He was disposable. Both he and Emeryk were fully aware of this.
And how, here Valerian was in a small, interior room in Emeryk's massive manor on the (insert the correct sea here), during the full of the blood moon, subject to both Emeryk's blood lust and his more...human appetites. It wasn't as though Valerian didn’t feel the power of the moon -- didn't feel the way his fangs ached, the way his body grew hot, the burning unbearably intense at the joining of his thighs but… The knowledge that he is helpless, the knowledge that Emeryk may well kill him prevents him from responding to that desire. He placed hands on Emeryk’s shoulders, making the move to push him away but… He couldn’t move him -- not simply because Emeryk was so much stronger than him but… Something stops Valerian from even pushing to begin with.
Emeryk's claws make short work of Valerian's doublet, revealing the thing he had been hiding underneath -- a set a stays carefully constructed from dark silk and copious amounts of boning that came up over his breasts and kept them pressed nearly flat to his chest. Emeryk's eyes widened and Valerian's heart was practically in his mouth.
"You're--"
"Don't you dare!" Valerian growled, panic suddenly rising to new heights. "you can take me prisoner, call me a Bleeder or livestock or a bastard -- fine. But don't you dare call me a woman or I swear to Draenen, I will find a way to kill you--"
"Shut up, Valerian." Emeryk responded with a growl of his own, grabbing the lacing of Valerian's stays and roughly yanking it free from its eyelets and then tore through the white linen of his undershirt.
When the stiffened silk panels and linen fell away, Valerian's full, heavy breasts were set revealed, falling to their natural position on his chest. The areola large and pale, his nipples hardening immediately when they made contact with the cold air. Like any other young man, his chest hair was thin and sparse, barely visible despite the darkness of it. He shivered. He wanted to shout at Emeryk -- to demand to know what he was doing, to shout for him to stop... but instead, the sensation of being freed from his stays drew a quiet moan from his lips. The heat that had been building between his thighs grew even strong, taking Valerian's breath away as he tried to come up with a plan of escape…
"Even with all the rumors floating around court about you I had never suspected..." Emeryk said with a laugh. "What other secrets do you have, Valerian?"
Valerian gasped as Emeryk caught his left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging m on it, rolling it between his finger tips.
"Ah!" Valerian's entire body began to burn and he closed his eyes, trying to focus -- he had to tell Emeryk to stop. He had to…
Emeryk brought his lips to Valerian's throat, leaving little kisses on the warm flesh, scraping against it with his fangs but never breaking the skin. Valerian couldn't think, caught in that sudden onslaught of need. He had never felt this way before -- the full of the moon had never awakened blood lust in him like this. He whimpered as his fangs slid from their sheath in his gums, his canine teeth lengthening. Compared to Emeryk's, they were small and blunted. The vampire laughed softly, pulling back from Valerian's throat before he hooked his thumb under one of Valerian's fangs, causing him to gasp and forcing their eyes to meet.
"Your fangs are so precious…" Emeryk mused. His other hand moved slowly down Valerian's body, ghosting over his nipples and then his soft belly, following the thin train of hair that disappeared into his hose. Valerian whined, unable to speak with Emeryk's thumb in his mouth and unable to formulate words besides. "Do you wish you could sink them into my throat, Valerian? Do you want my blood?"
Those fingers unlaced Valerian's codpiece and slipped into the split in his hose and Emeryk made a soft noise of approval when his fingers found Valerian's aching cunt.
"Already wet? Mmm I didn't know the moon affected half-blood bastards too… Well, good -- because I’m going to fuck your perfect little cunt, Valerian."
Valerian cried out, his head falling back, his fang gouging a thin line into Emeryk's thumb as Emeryk's fingers traced the place where Valerian's lower lips met.
"Ah-- w-wait--"
Emeryk did not wait. Two of his fingers slipped past Valerian's entrance, sliding into him, parting his inner walls and sending a shockwave of sweet bliss through Valerian's body. He moaned, his hips seemingly responding of their own accord and thrusting into Emeryk's hand.
"Is that why your father sent you, Valerian? Did he expect you to entrap me with your sweet little honeypot cunny? Did he plan to marry you off to me as if you were his daughter?"
Slowly, torturously, Emeryk began to finger-fuck Valerian -- pushing his fingers in and out of the squirming dhampir.
"N-no…" Valerian whimpered, his heart beating so fast and so hard it felt like his chest would burst. "He...wanted me to.."
Emeryk worked a third finger into him and Valerian cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure -- no one had ever been inside of him. He had barely even explored himself with his own fingers -- and Emeryk's hands were far larger than his own… Valerian bit down hard on his lower lip, tasting blood as Emeryk’s fingers stretched him, slipping further inside.
“Please--” Valerian panted, forcing his body to stay still beneath Emeryk’s body.
He didn’t want this… Did he? Valerian couldn’t deny that he had felt desire when he first saw Emeryk in court -- he couldn’t deny that his body had ached for the vampire… But Valerian’s loyalty was to his father, he couldn’t allow this to happen.
“I don’t--”
A sudden cry of pleasure burst from Valerian’s lips as Emryk’s fingers curled upwards inside of him, their tips rubbing against that supremely sensitive spot inside of him… His cry drew a soft chuckle from Emryk.
“Ah, there’s the spot…” He murmured. “Does that feel good?”
“Nnnfuck!” Valerian gasped, it felt more than good, it felt like heaven. “Emeryk-- please!”
No, no. He needed to stop this, he needed to stop this right away, if he didn’t… He didn’t think he would be able to stop it at all, not with the way his body burned and ached and the way Emeryk’s fingers moved roughly in and out of his dripping hole, grinding against that sweet spot with every stroke. He would lose himself to the pleasure, for sure.
“Stop -- I can’t do this! You can’t do this--” Valerian’s voice cut off mid-sentence, the building sensation of bliss inside of him suddenly exploding outward. His head fell back against the wall, his mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as he climaxed and felt a surge of shame as he gushed around Emeryk’s fingers but the shame was quickly replaced by an even more insistent lust. “OH!”
It wasn’t the first time Valerian had orgasmed, of course not. He had brought himself to climax before more than once… But the sensation of someone else taking him to those heights was more than his already moon-frazzled, lust-addled and panic-ridden mind could take. He wanted more and he wanted it now. Any thoughts of escape were gone, any hope of stopping this were gone -- not that he wanted to now.
Emeryk seemed to sense the change in Valerian’s thoughts and took the opportunity to rip the rest of his hose and breeches off, leaving him standing there -- soaking wet between the thighs, stiff nippled and mostly naked. He pulled his fingers free from Valerian’s still quivering cunt and shoved them into the dhampir’s mouth, making him groan at his own salty, slightly coppery taste on his tongue. Without thinking, Valerian began to suck on Emeryk’s fingers, reveling in that taste and the sensation of those thick digits in his mouth.
“Ah--fuck. You’re just a little slut deep down, aren’t you?” Emeryk asked, pulling his fingers free once again to grab Valerian’s thighs and hoist him upwards, yanking him free of the ground. “I can smell how much you want me, boy. I can smell how wet you are, I can hear your heart pounding in your chest beneath your perfect tits.”
Valerian nodded. “Yes, yes -- please. Please I need...I need more!”
“OH GODS!” Valerian screamed. He couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain that drew the cry from his lips and his head spun with the way the thickness of Emeryk’s cock stretched him. Emeryk groaned, his head falling against Valerian’s shoulder now.
“Your cunt’s almost as hot as a bleeder’s, Valerian.” He chuckles, giving a hard thrust of his hips and drawing another cry from the smaller man’s lips.
Valerian’s head had gone entirely blank, save for the feeling of Emeryk ravaging his insides -- every thrust made him cry out for more and the position Emeryk had pulled him into caused his clit to be crushed between them every time their hips met, adding to the pleasure that coursed through his body. He shuddered and went rigid -- cumming for a second time with Emeryk’s cock buried inside of him. It seemed that Valerian’s growing pleasure and the growing puddle beneath them intensified Emerky’s lust and he rammed himself into Valerian with renewed vigor. His thrust grew rougher with every passing second and though Valerian was trying to rock his hips in time with those thrusts, he couldn’t keep up.
“OH FUCK! I--” Valerian moaned. “PLEASE EMERYK!” He was already getting close to climax again with the head of Emeryk’s clock slamming into the entrance to his womb. “FUCK MY VIRGIN CUNT!”
Emeryk paused for a moment, going still against Valerian. “You’re--”
“Please, fuck, don’t stop, please!” Valerian begged, grinding hard against Emeryk, aching to feel him moving inside of him again. Later, he might regret this, once the moon had left the current phase, anyway. But for now, the only thing Valerian wanted was to be fucked -- hard and fast and by Emeryk. “I want you, I‘ve wanted you since I saw you, take me, take me hard...Please.”
Valerian's mouth stayed open in a silent scream, gushing over and over as he climaxed repeatedly in almost a nonstop wave of orgasmic ecstasy.
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