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A Witch and a Vampire End Up In A Bond....

Chapter 12: Of course it's the F*cking French!!!

Summary:

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT. Mild bondage.

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She should have never said yes to such a stupid challenge. 

Here she was thinking oh no way in fucking hell is this guy gonna figure out what took me years to—

She was so close. 

Fuck it had only been five minutes and she was so, fucking close!

His mouth was doing sinful things as he kissed her, tongue tracing her lips, sliding into her mouth as he groaned when he tasted her. Muttering words in a number of dead languages that she knew on an Instinctive level were possessive by how he gripped her tighter when he said it. How his voice would grate across her ears and pitch heat into her belly that sloshed around and made her cunt throb. 

Fuck she had a second heart beat between her legs. 

And was so glad for the emerald green lingerie set she wore when his skilled hand danced up her thigh and traced the lace of her panties. But he avoided where she wanted him to touch. 

She gripped his jacket and he frowned. “Ah-ah.” Patiently he moved her hands to the seat behind him resting on either side of his head. “No touching.” He reminded and had started all over again. Working his way back to the inferno he had made with gentle teasing touches.

He’s gonna kill me omg.

The initial magical reaction thankfully wouldn’t happen again. She fucking hoped but she was in new fucking waters as this man was making her see the pearly gates without even reaching an orgasm. 

“Marcus please?”

“You beg so pretty,” he mused “such a pity I am not a merciful man.” His hand had rubbed tantalizing circles with on her lower belly and pelvis, pressing with his palm firmly sending a dull throbbing thump through her entire womb. Holy shit…he chuckled before moving up to cup a clothed breast till it ached and felt heavy. He leaned forward and nuzzled the taut tip poking through the fabric with his lips. Her hand gripped into his locks. “Ah ah.”

She let out a growl worthy of a vampire making him laugh.

“I know, so cruel.” He whispered soft and deep. “But you’re going to fucking behave.” He rumbled low gripping a hand into her hair and dragging her head back so her throat was bared to him. “I want you so wound up when I finally decide to reward you I expect you might have the entire hotel black out.”

She choked, “M-Marcus!”

A wicked chuckle. “Hmmm you’re pretty little cunt is going to taste so good.” His whispered words that barely were audible even to her vibrated with a purr that had her melting. “Would you like me to put my mouth on you hm? Would you like that?”

She nodded, words unable to even process enough to come out her mouth.

“I’m sure you would,” a smile against her skin “wrap your legs around me, do not let go. Understand?” 

“Mmhm!” She shut her eyes and before she even knew what had happened with the lurching and the absolute speed of which he moved they were suddenly in the suite and he had pinned her to the closed door. 

“Open your eyes.”

She nearly fainted when she did. 

Now she figured that if he had basically seduced his way across Europe— no fucking wonder vampires were seen as carnal creatures. It was his fault. Who the fuck did he sleep with that was given the idea that vampires were sex gods.

Her gaze was blown out trying to use as much of the dim light in the room, watching as he slowly undid his tie sliding it off before making her sit up and gently tying her hands above her head. “No touching.”

Lilith let out a needy sound. “Why?”

He was suddenly looming over her frame, hands pressed, one near her shoulder and one holding her bound wrists for in place. “You chip at my restraint little witch. You touch me and I’m going to fuck you till neither of us know where we begin or end. Till you’re not sure if you should be begging for mercy, or for more.” His lips traced her pulse point as he spoke lowly. “Till any vampire within a fifty mile radius will be able to tell you’re mine.” A long lick along her pulse, “I’m quite curious what venom will do to a witch.”

She grinned. “That sounds fun I vote for plan B. Come on, I won’t break.” She wriggled under him suggestively.

A deep laugh as his hand smacked her thigh gently feeling her jolt a bit. “Behave you brat. I’ll not be rushed.” 

“So I noticed Sir— eep!”

He was dragging his sharp teeth along her jugular licking where he bit only enough to sting and leave a mark. A groan escaped him. 

Her brain was mush, she wanted— god she wanted—Bite me, drink me, have me, claim me, love me 

It rattled around in her head like a mantra, making her limbs feel electric and humming with magic. He could feel it sweep over his frame, soaking into his hard limbs and warming him in a way he hadn’t felt since he was mortal. When the work in the sunlight soaked into every pore of your body even your tongue could taste the heat and brightness.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he murmured kissing her. 

His hands were moving along to the straps of her dress. Her own bound wrists not stopping her fingers quickly trying to get to the zipper on the side.

“Ah ah.”

“Marcus!” 

He pinned her hands above her head again. “Don’t move.”

“No fair.” She was feeling hazy. He tasted like something sweet and dark, like a sangria amped up to make her drunk off her ass. She realized it was his venom and blinked licking her lips eyes narrowing in on his mouth. “Hmmmm you taste good.” His hands moved a bit faster jerking the zipper down, “you know I hate this dress SO fucking much.” The sound of fabric tearing had her laughter bouncing off the walls as his groan ended on a growl when he caught sight of her underwear.

“You know I think the French had exactly this in mind.” He said tilting his head with a grin.

“Oh yeah you probably remember when it was invented lingerie— HEY!”

His teeth and gripped onto the middle joining of her bra and cut it in two. “Yes-- but I much prefer this. Such a pity....” he mentioned as if in mock sympathy for the bra now torn up by his teeth before flinging it in the bedroom somewhere.

“Liar—“ her voice cut off as his cold breath skimmed over her torso. His hair trailed like satin along her skin; onyx eyes watched her reaction as his tongue snaked out and wound about a tightening peak. “Oohhhh don’t stop now….”

He didn’t plan on it firmly pressing a hand on her hip to keep her still the other pinning her wrists above her head. Pulling a bit harder letting his tongue flick with each tug had her seeing stars. 

“Do I want to know where you learned to do that.” She was flushed, writhing and wanting to touch him. 

He didn’t speak only laughed and moved to her other breast repeating, sliding the hand on her hip up to twist the other tip gently. “Somewhere in France.”

“OF COURSE IT’S THE FUCKING FRENCH.” She cried incredulous with a cackle of glee before it keened off in a low moan. “Gods bless the fucking French.”

He mumbled around her warmth, “my thoughts exactly.” Lilith’s legs went around his limbs like a vice. And he froze because her magic was sliding over him like invisible hands. “Ohhh you are very ill behaved.” A few of his buttons on his vest and dress shirt popped off into the ether, a few smacking the headboard. 

“Didn’t say no touch with magic.” She winked.

He snaked his hand into her panties and cupped her heat with a firm grip loving the desperate cry she let out. “Ready for me so soon?” Marcus let out a rumble of approval,  “hm? I’ve barely even touched you.” 

Her brow raised and her body arched up into him making him hiss before she glanced down at the obvious malady she caused him. “I could say the same.” 

More buttons flew off as he let her wrists go, rapidly untying her binds, smirking at her fingers scrambling to get his clothes off. A snarl and she snapped her fingers finally having had enough of the offending material.

His suit aside from his trousers were on the chair in a blink. “Really?” 

A shrug. “I left your pants.”

“Hmph.” But he was groaning when she bit surprisingly sharp teeth into his skin; it didn’t hurt so much, but the action was enough to make him painfully hard. 

She mused, it was interesting not like biting stone, more like digging your nails into a rubber bouncy ball it just refuses to give. Soft and smooth except for the scattering of chest hair that continued down his stomach in a happy trail. “Mmmm. You taste good.” He watched as she nuzzled him, licking up his sternum and neck before biting his jaw.

The noise he made was not human. 

But it didn’t scare the witch… her arousal flooded his oral factories.

Marcus quickly pinned her. Eyes blazing as he kissed down her neck eager to get control again, sliding his hand into her panties and slicking his fingers across her. 

She jolted beneath his weight that’s better. “Good girl.”

“N-not fair.”

“Never said I was.” He kissed her softly, slowly, deeply, learning her and loving the way she melted into the bed as his fingers danced across her heat.  She watched as his black gaze devoured every detail of her, his hair mussed and falling into his eyes as he leaned down close to her, his fingers teasing slowly. “Little witch you play a dangerous game.” He said.

“D-do I?” Her words broke off in a long drawn out hum of appreciation as he slowly slid up to the button of nerves that had her legs spasm slightly. 

He had gripped her tight by her hair, turning her head so her cheek pressed against the mattress. Marcus brushed his lips along the outer shell of her ear as cold air rushed across her skin, “I’m going to devour you little witch. Would you like that?”

She nodded as her mouth opened having to let small puffs of air out since breathing obviously was made difficult due to a certain sadistic vampire.

He just let out an approving purr, it rattled her frame vibrating deep in his chest and throat like a giant cat.

Actually he really reminded her of a tiger. That rumble echoing in her head. She couldn’t help but feel a responding sound almost crawl up her voice box. No I am NOT going to purr back nope nope nope. 

Her attention was brought back when he bit her hip and smirked. “What has you distracted hm?”

“N-nothing…w-wait what are you—“

“I did say I was going to devour you.”

Nuzzling her pelvis and gripping her knees to push them into the bed. 

“….wait…?”  No fucking way is he gonna—

His lips twitched as he kissed her naval nuzzling her hip before biting down gently again sucking a mark into her skin biting it till it stung and kissing the pain away.“Something I think you’ll quite enjoy.” He watched her eyes go wide as saucers as he nuzzled the top of her mound tugging the lace with his teeth. Glancing up at her with an inquisitive expression, it really she thought should be illegal for someone to look at a person like that as her heart gave a faulty thump. 

A jerky nod was all he needed. 

“M-Marcus—you know you don’t have to—” 

He smiled when her voice was a tad curious— before she yelped when his tongue flattened and licked wide across the lace of her panties before he growled, “who said I didn’t want to?”

He had flung her knees over his shoulders, dragging her forward so she was on the edge of the mattress, he was muttering praises as he nuzzled her inner thigh, kissing up to her knee and lingered, running his hands firmly along her limbs, kneading the flesh languid and soft as he kissed back down and nuzzled her core gently as he felt her jerk beneath his lips. “Sei così buono per me. Non ricorderai nemmeno il tuo nome una volta che avrò finito con te.” You are so good for me. You won't even remember your name once I'm done with you.

“Marcus!” Her annoyed huff had him laughing as he tugged at the lace with his teeth, pulling it to the side as his hands massaged her hips and pelvis in sweeping motions, trailing a hand up her sternum to palm a breast firmly. “Ohhhhh god I don’t care if I understand anymore—“ her groan tilted off in a sigh of pleasure. 

“Molto bene. Stai imparando.” Very Good. You’re learning.

“Marcus if you keep teasing me I swear to the gods—“

He finally dragged her panties to the side and buried his mouth onto her heat, tongue pressed firmly and dragged up, down and back before sucking her clit into his mouth hard— ending her complaint on a strangled cry of his name. 

“What was that picolina?” He smirked doing it again, savoring her and groaning deep in his chest when her hands tangled into his hair and pulled tight, it didn’t make any ounce of pain but god did it feel good. His voice was stern, laced with amusement as she whimpered when he blew cold air against her heat, almost nonchalant, “non riesco a sentire la tua lamentela. Parla più forte.” I can’t hear your complaint. Speak louder. 

“Marcus please,”  her plea was so sweet, tangled with frustration as flashes of magic seemed to shimmer off her limbs and flooded through her. His silk hair tickled her limbs as he buried his mouth onto her and rumbled appreciatively. “I swear to god.” She growled, and jerked his hair tighter making him chuckle, it didn’t hurt at all, but it was funny she still tried to move him to where she wanted.

He took pity on her, letting himself leisurely taste her and linger against the small bundle that had her bucking into his mouth for more, he purred when her nails dug into his scalp. “You beg so beautifully for me.” His voice pitched deep. “Do it again.”

And so she did, shamelessly, she pleaded for him keep going, to keep pulling noises and whimpers from her at a pitch that she didn’t even think were possible. Lilith leaned up slightly, glancing down where he had gripped her hips with one arm, firmly pressing a hand against her pelvis to keep her pinned to the bed.

His black eyes devoured her, and she almost fainted when he fit his mouth over her cunt and shoved his tongue deep in slow strokes, the noise he made alone caused goosebumps to break out across her body and her nipples tightened painfully.

She fell back onto the bed clawing into the sheets, “ooohhhhmygod.”

“God can’t save you little one.” He rumbled licking his lips before skirting his fingers where his tongue had been, slowly pressing two deep and curling them as his tongue flicked across her clit. “Best not waste your prayers.” A wicked smile spread across his face as he looked up at her panting form, ribcage heaving like a bellows trying to get more air as he sucked gently on her flesh watching her cry out. Oh he liked her like this, hair spread across the mattress, body twitching for him as he drove her higher, “are you going to be a good little witch and come for me?”

She was clawing at him, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer as he steadily kept her going tighter and tighter till her limbs were trembling and taut. 

His low timber rattled in her skull. “Come for me.” One final hard pull from his mouth and she shattered, back arching hard off the bed as he kept her hips firmly in place and kept going.

“Again.” He whispered kissing her heat softly, “Dammi di più di te tesoro. Voglio assaggiarti.” Give me more of you darling. I want to taste you.

“Fucking hell why does that do things.” She panted and squirmed when he kept her tighter against his mouth with a posessive snarl.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“N-nowhere just—“ her body jerked suddenly as another wave slammed into her making her moan his name loudly shaking with a sob of pleasure and trying to escape him. “J-just… too much…” she gasped, “oh god don’t stop.”

She wasn’t even aware of how many more times she lost her mind since it seemed to just blend into a never ending shaking release that had her toes curl, and her limbs shake till they almost cramped. 

He was smirking up at her, eyes glittering as he drove her to one final peak but slower this time, her sobs of mercy were garbled between the salacious noises he caused her to make; but her body happily pushing closer to him for more even as her thighs soaked with slick. “Such a good little witch.” He crawled over her trembling body, kissing his way up slowly, languidly licking her skin and humming contently, knowing she’d reek of him with his venom seeping into her flesh, ohhh he wanted to bite her. 

He wanted to mark her body up knowing an ancient vampire’s bite would be a signal to even his brother’s this one is mine. And if anyone knew his scent they’d steer far away from his little witch lest he be nearby if they got too close. But instead; just latched his teeth against her skin and nibbled roses into her flesh instead of marking her permanently, a low growl leaving his throat at the urge to bite harder. 

Not yet….slowly…ease her into it….

“Awe, have I been cruel to you little one?” He whispered finally nose to nose with her, having to arch his back to press his pelvis firmly against her heat allowing her to feel exactly what she did to him.

Marcus watched her eyes flash as she wound her legs around his own, hooking them around his thighs and tilting her pelvis up, rolling her body to rub against him oh so slowly.

“Perhaps.” Her voice was thin, hoarse from her recent noises and the screams he had pulled from her. She dragged her soaked core along the zipper of his trousers and dragged a low moan from them both. “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

Gods he was beautiful to look at. Sharp features, but a soft expression in his eyes, a twitch of a smile on that all too solemn face. She pouted and leaned up pressing kisses to the corners of his lips and down his jaw, giggling when he barked a laugh at a play bite she gave him just under his jawline. That wide smile crossing his face as he burrowed his face into her neck and inhaled deep. “You’re going to finally find a way to kill a vampire little witch.”

“Not allowed!” She bonked him on the head gently. “No leaving me.” She wound herself about him like a snake, legs around his hips and arms about his neck keeping him burrowed into her scent and soft hair.

That just pulled another deep greedy noise from him. He could feel the bond flame to life and throb in his chest making him press himself into her body and squish her into the mattress hard.

“Marcus you’re huge— that’s usually a compliment— but I’m squished.” She squeaked making him laugh again. He eased his weight off slightly, humming as he moved and rolled them both over to their sides.

She pouted glaring at him. “Hey.”

“We have eternity little witch patience.”

Tawny eyes narrowed at him, “hmph— but—“

“I didn’t do anything for returns dear one.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead he chuckled, “we have time.” 

Instead he snuggled her into him, enjoying her warmth and played with her hair, trailing his fingers down her body before bundling her up in blankets and curling around her when sleep finally overtook her curiosity, and she closed her eyes groaning in her sleep when he gently pressed his teeth to the juncture of her shoulder and neck to try and satisfy the urge to mark her, purring low and long, a slightly red pressed indent of his teeth would be enough for him for now as he sucked a rather large rose on her skin near the mark huffing deeply.

She squirmed in his arms with a hum.

He watched her, cautious to wake her. 

She suddenly reached, gripped him tight by the back of his head tangling fingers into his locks and turned her neck closer to his lips with a purring croon.

This witch was going to be the death of him. 

But he obliged and continued gently pressing red bite marks into her skin along her shoulder and neck, biting a bit too hard at the back of her neck beneath her hairline and making her squeak at him and giggle before he finally just crooned soft noises at her till she knocked out cold in his arms.

Notes:

Alternate Universe so lots of Divergences!!! this is kind of a crack fic so if ya don't like it I dunno what to tell ya my brain was like WEEEEEEE. lol