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Keyleth sat in her bedroom at Whitestone castle. Her foot bounced up and down at the speed of her fastest wildshape. It’d been days since she left her confines, days since they fought a roaming pack of vampires and-
Her shoulder still ached. The bite is gone. The red spiderwebbed tendrils sinking under her skin were gone before anyone else had noticed them. She was sat on the ground after one of the lead vampires jumped on her. It was so cheap too, waiting for her to get knocked out of her Earth Elemental form before coming out of the shadows. From behind too. Real dick move.
Wincing a bit she moves her casual ‘castle roaming’ shirt sleeve. Glancing backwards into the vanity mirror theres just. There’s no proof of anything. Blood on her armor, blood soaking the clothes she wore. But here, and now. There is nothing on her unblemished skin. Not even puncture scars, or raised marks.
Pain surges through her stomach and she knows what she wants. Needs. She knows it like she knows when she’s craving a meal from home her mother used to make. It sits in her head taking up more and more of her bandwidth to think
It’s sickening. It’s not. Unfamiliar, either. She’s tasted blood numerous times. She’s always just been Minxy tearing into asshole people who deserve it, the irony tang upped tenfold and decidedly not her favorite thing in the world.
It’s all she’s been craving for days. Greater restoration did jack shit and she doesn’t trust herself around her friends enough to ask for their help. She hasn’t trusted herself around anyone, actually. Her door had been locked and she’s been slamming her head against the wall trying to keep herself sat down in this chair.
It’s been torture. The magical feasts she makes are a far cry to try and quell the hunger, and it does help which she was not expecting, it never ends. The pain always returns and she’s always ends up a little more powerful from her own magic food.
“Keyleth…” Soft, lilting, accented, Vex. Out of everyone of her friends the twins have been the most annoying. Constantly checking, constantly knocking despite her niceties. Her one request to just be alone for a Godsdamned second. She never asks them for anything. Not really, not the way the rest of them do and- fuck. Why can’t they just-
“Go away.” Keyleth rumbles back. “For the thousandth fucking time go away!” She’s out of her chair facing the still locked door seething with a rage she doesn’t know how to quell. She hates feeling rage. Rage is dark, heavy, hard to understand. It’s everything she tries not to be.
“I’m getting real sick of this.” Vex speaks back. Her tone is biting and deeper and normally Keyleth would bend to it, her people pleaser essence jumping at the chance to please someone. “It’s been days and I tried the nice route.” Without a sound the lock on the door spins and Keyleth’s eyes widen.
The twins can pick locks. The Twins can pick locks!
The druid is across the room staring in both horror and anger at the half elven woman on one knee tucking away her thieves tools. Their eyes meet and all Keyleth can focus on is the flowing of blood beneath Vex’s skin. She can’t hear it, Vex is too calm. A little miffed and definitely pissed but, the ranger is calm.
“Vex. Please stay over there.” Everything inside of Keyleth is telling her to dash across the innate space between them. She can take Vex down, pin her to the floor with such an ease it’d be over in seconds.
“You’ve been holed up in this room for days. You won’t talk to anyone. You screamed at Pike and threw Grog down the hallway.” Vex saunters into the room. Arms crossed over her chest after kindly shutting the door.
“I- Know and… I’m…” It’s so hard to focus when all she can think about is Vex’s blood. Also not unfamiliar. Being a healer, no where near the level Pike is but, one nonetheless. She’s healed all of her friends, has had all of their blood on her hands.
“Don’t say sorry. I know when you’re lying, you’ve been doing it so much lately and,” Vex is standing in the middle of the room. One hip cocked to the side, hand resting on it annoyed. “It’s a wonder you haven’t gotten any better at it.” She raised an immaculate eyebrow, the all knowing one waiting for an answer.
“Like you’ve gotten so much better at listening? What about the phrase ‘get the fuck away from me’ do you not get?” Rage flares again. Fiery and deep in the pits of Keyleth’s being. Her stomach feels like it’s lurching towards the half elven woman in front of her. Begging her to be full, really full. Not just Hero’s Feast full.
“I given you plenty of space. We all have. It’s time you stop this petty wallowing and rejoin-”
Keyleth stops listening. She stops hearing her. In the blink of an eye she has Vex by the collar of her shirt pinned up against the wall furthest from the door. Air gasped from the ranger’s lungs from the force of it all, hazel eyes opened wide.
“You haven’t given me. Enough.” The druids voice is a rumble. She feels her fangs extending and it might’ve been painful. It probably should’ve been, but this isn’t her first time.
“Key-” Vex is silenced by a hand over her mouth.
“For once just shut up.” She’s seething. She’s hungry. Something changes and all the food she jammed into her body disappears. She’s empty. Vex fights against her. It’s futile. Keyleth pins the rangers hands above her head by the wrists with her free hand. “I told you to. Go. Away. Why couldn’t you listen?” Her voice is as broken as she feels.
Hazel eyes glare at her. Vex roughly shakes her head trying to get Keyleth’s hand off of her mouth. “What. The. Fuck.” The second she’s given the ability to speak she spits venom. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Vex nearly screams, voice wobbly.
The responding laughter freezes the ranger in place. It’s dark, it’s humorless, and it sounds like a death sentence. Keyleth looks at Vex in a way she’s never looked at any one of her friends. Like prey in her hands. Her life is in as much danger as Keyleth chooses it to be.
“There is nothing wrong with me.” Keyleth lies.
“Bullshit.” And Vex knows.
Keyleth feels the anger seeping from her friend. She can feel the sudden rush of blood beneath her fingers on her wrists. This close to her she can hear the rangers heart starting to quicken. Beat harder against that pretty chest of hers.
Keyleth’s grip tightens, her free hand coming up to hold Vex’s jaw. She runs her thumb along the ranger’s bottom lip staring unblinkingly. It makes the ranger flush a delicious, beautiful red. Her stomach lurches. Her face lists closer to Vex’s neck.
“Get out.” She throws her quarry away from her. Watches her stumble then fall to the ground staring up at her confused and so, so angry.
“We can talk about your sudden urge for throwing people at a later time.” Vex get’s to her feet dusting herself off. Her teeth stay close together as she talks. Like she’s trying to find patients they both know she’s already run through. “Talk to me, Keyleth.”
“What if I’m done talking?” Keyleth presses herself up against the wall behind her. She eyes Vex up and down and up again. The pain in her body is debilitating. Her desires so very heightened…. All of them are. Especially the ones she tries to ignore. “What if I just, want. Vex?” She digs her fingers into the stone at her back forcing herself to focus on that source of pain rather than louder ones.
“What do you want so badly? What could possibly have you so riled up?” Absently Vex is flexing the wrist previously trapped by her unknown hunter. Her anger is ebbing, and with it the pound of her heart.
Keyleth steps into Vex’s space knowing she won’t back down. She’s far too proud to let anyone push her back, even if it’s in her best interest. Keyleth, wise beyond her years, is more than aware of Vex’s faults.
She takes the ranger’s hands in hers. Notes the way a very pretty throat bobs up and down one, two, three nervous times before the blood within her pumps with a new vigor.
“Two things.” Keyleth whispers into the air between them. “Since that fight with the vampire pack I haven’t stopped thinking about two things.” She kisses Vex’s knuckles on one hand. Then the wrist she’d nearly crushed. She kisses up her forearm stopping at her elbow. Stopping only after Vex jerks in her grasp, confusion written all over her features.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Keyleth purrs out, more literally than most. She’s snaked an arm around the small of the rangers back keeping her close. Gauging every single micro-reaction flying across her so carefully curated features. “Do you want me to stop?” She moves to kiss the inside of Vex’s elbow. Slow, giving ample time for rejection. Hoping for it really because… Gods the veins there are practically jumping out of Vex’s skin.
“What’s the second thing?” Vex’s voice shakes uncharacteristically. Her fingers clench on both hands as lips touch down on her feather light. She’s trembling under the druids hold, one she certainly can’t get herself out of.
At that, Keyleth chuckles again. “Blood.” She’s kissing up a very toned bicep. Coming to an exposed shoulder from the rangers casual top. It’s still fancy and makes her look so fucking delectable in the last few drops of golden glow pouring in from the window. Why it does’t burn? She’s chalked it up to some Tempest loop hole. Being the wielder of elements and nature and all that.
“What?” Vex’s question is a whisper. Her hands are on the druids chest pushing her away just as her soft, wam, lips hover over the slope of her neck.
Keyleth obliges moving to stand up straight. “You have the best hearing of all us, Vex.” She leans down not the least surprised when Vex jumps back, hands still pushing against her chest. “And you’re far too smart to ask such a stupid question. Fuck. I’ve been trying to keep you all away for a reason but. You the most. I’m starving. For more than just blood, Vex’ahlia.” She hasn’t broken eye contact, hasn’t stuttered or flinched.
“You’re joking.” Vex is looking for all of her tells. Her eyes dart around her face then land back on her unwavering gaze. “You’re- You’re not joking?” There’s a mix of emotions on her face. Shock, realization, and interest.
“I’m barely holding back, Vex. I haven’t had blood in days. I haven’t seen you in days.” Keyleth laces their fingers together. Pulls her closer with their laced hands around Vex’s back.
“You’re really-” The rangers eyes her elongated fangs. “And you’ve. Me?” It’s adorable seeing Vex turn into the stuttering mess between them. It’s cuter to hear her gasp as Keyleth kisses her neck.
“Constantly.” Keyleth whispers into soft, warm, sun kissed skin. “I’ve been starving myself of what I want for so long.” She’s pushing them towards the large, ornate bed.
“How long?” Vex asks breathless. She let’s herself be guided backwards. Trusts Keyleth to get her to their destination safely.
“Since I’ve known you.” She lifts Vex with ease. Tosses her onto the soft mattress drinking in the mix of shock and lust in those piercing hazel eyes. “It’s been fucking torture keeping myself in control. Not just now but- You get the point.” She’s already slipping her fingers under Vex’s overly fancy “casual” shirt. She’s so warm. Her abs, slight as they are, flex against her callused druid fingertips as the ranger wriggles under her.
“Keyleth.” Her name comes out of Vex’s mouth so close to begging. Her face is flush with that delicious delirium pumping through her veins loud as a raging river. “Keyleth, wait- ngh~!” Vex bit her bottom lip.
Keyleth’s hand was already full of the archers supple breast. “Do you want me to stop?” She lowers down fully onto the writhing body below her. Hovering over Vex’s face she drinks in the modicum of expressions racing across careful features. It’s almost enough to make her forget about the ache clawing all the way up to her fangs.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asks again when she pulls the smallest little half of a moan from her constant massaging. She get’s a head shake. “Say it.” Her motions stop. Heavy breaths are all that fills the tense silence of the room. “Tell me you want me. Tell me all the nasty, dirty things you want me to do to you.” Keyleth whispers darkly into Vex’s reddened, slightly pointed ear.
Vex’s throat bobs. “I,” A shaky breath. She swallows so prettily, eyes finding it hard to focus on one of the green ones staring down at her. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to keep touching me.” She speaks with trepidation. A slight hesitation. Slight.
“Are you so sure?” Keyleth, with all the self control she has left, sits up. Takes her hands and sets them on Vex’s stomach over her shirt. “If you want to leave, do it now. I can’t guarantee your safety if you stay.” She makes zero move. Stays exactly where she is just listening to shortening breaths. Each ba-bum of a racing heart.
“I don’t.” Vex’s hand let’s go of the duvet she’d been choking. She reaches up and brushes the pad of her thumb against the razor point of Keyleth’s fangs. There’s a teasing look in her eye. Like the shock of the moment is wearing off. It makes Keyleth’s already dark look, look damn near demonic.
“You don’t get to tease tonight. Understand?” Faster than even the perceptive ranger can track the druid grabs her. She doesn’t wait for a response biting straight into Vex’s wrist. It makes the archer cry out, instantly silenced by a hand over her mouth.
Keyleth’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She’s used to the tang of blood. She knows exactly what it tastes like, how it feels. Good fucking Gods. Vex tastes like sunset at golden hour. Her blood is the perfect consistency, thick in a way that coats all the way down her throat to her stomach. She can feel it slowly filling the vast chasm previously stuffed with magical foods.
“You’re unfair.” When she finally pulls away, blood slowing as she sucks and Vex’s hold on her where she keeps her silent turns crushing. “Is there anything where you don’t show off?”
“What can I say?” Vex breathes deeply watching with dilated pupils as Keyleth’s tongue licks away the last few drops of red leaking from the puncture wounds she made. They heal over and suddenly Vex get’s why Delilah was so obsessed with her husband. “It’s in my nature to be the best.”
Keyleth scoffs a chuckle. “I don’t have much experience with, this.” She looks down hungry. “But I have no doubt you’re about to become my personal scale.” She kisses away the absolute shock wrecking Vex. Deeply she presses down. Laces her hands with Vex’s and leads them up over her head.
She swipes her tongue along her quarry’s lips pressing into her mouth roughly. Considering the majority of kisses she’s had thus far have been stolen or chaste, she’s surpassingly equipped to deal with Vex’s experience. Their tongues don’t fight but dance together. She knows Vex can taste her own blood, it’s crimson still staining pointed druidic teeth. It’s enough to get them both moaning into each other.
Hands start to roam. Keyleth holds Vex around the small of her back, her other hand occupied keeping Vex’s hands trapped above her head. It’s like she can’t get close enough. She pulls her prey into her, forces herself down at the same time but-
Suddenly Keyleth raises watching with heart shaped eyes a line of red tinted saliva stretch and snap between them. Vex looks up at her hazy, confused, and such a pretty shade of pink. Keyleth says nothing yanking Vex up by her wrists. She all buts rips her shirt off throwing it across the room.
Vex gasps. High and tight the noise may as well have been shouted in the silence of the room. Her lusty hazel eyes are transfixed on Keyleth’s fingers easily opening the top of her pants. There’s no fight as her hips are lifted. No fighting when Keyleth slides the fabric covering her down her thighs, flips her on to her stomach and rakes her nails down her back with no warning.
When she predictably screams Keyleth shoves two of her fingers into the archers mouth. Her naturally warmer body lays perfectly on top of Vex’s as she lowly laughs. She bites her prey’s half pointed ear letting it slide, a little painful on purpose, out of her hold.
“I’m going to ruin you.” Growling in a much more literal sense than most she dives to Vex’s neck at her soft, mumbled,
“Please.”
She doesn’t pierce. Not yet. She wants racing blood to reach it’s peak. She wants Vex so hot and bothered she’s begging Keyleth to fuck her. To go over to the top drawer of her dresser and get out the long, thick, gag gift Scalan got her for Winterscrest.
Being buried inside of Vex has been one of the only two things on her mind for days. Changing her body to feel what Vex is like. Is she as hot inside as she is outside? Does she drip with the same venom her words usually take?
Her machinations get her exactly what she wants. Vex lavishes the digits in her mouth. Slowly works them into the back of her throat occasionally gagging when Keyleth makes her, just for her own enjoyment. Her prey makes sinful noises when she finds the perfect spots to suck and gnaw at until she leaves unblemished skin purple, ruby red spots molesting her tastebuds with reminiscent sunsets.
Her free hand is making quick work of two hardened nipples. She switches from one to the other when Vex reacts in pain from her attention. Her prey clenches her thighs, she feels it where she straddles her archer’s body.
She mocks her. “You’re so desperate already? I thought you’d last longer.” She forces Vex’s legs apart then grabs her braided ponytail, wraps it around her palm and manhandles Vex to her hands and knees. “Is this what you want? Do you want me rough?” She’s asking both for consent and to belittle, her very loved on fingers remove themselves instead finding home under Vex’s chin.
“Ye-yes. I want you rough. I want you gentle. I just want you-” Her quarry is interrupted by a tug on her hair. “- to fuck me. I need you to. However you want.” She side eyes the woman behind her. Keyleth is a vision of moon-haloed light and glowing red eyes. Different from her hair. More saturated like the red of poppies rather than the dark of rust.
“However I want? So I could,” Keyleth drags her fingertips down Vex’s throat. Tightens around it just enough. “, choke you?” Vex nods. “I can blind you? Gag you? Tie you up and use you as my personal blood supply?” She’s asking for boundaries. The things she’s been able to come up with in the past few days have traveled to… concerning.
“You could kill me, bring me back and do it all again and I would say thank you.” Vex shudders in, fighting to take a full breath of air. It’s so darling to just watch the muscles in the ranger’s body flex. She’s far more toned than her clothes usually let on. All those years in the forest hunting. All the years being an adventurer. They did wonders as much as they took toll.
“I’d love to test that theory. Safe word is ravens, if you can’t speak then either tap me three times or tug your wrists three times, got it?” She’s already concentrating on changing her physicality. It’s a walk in the park for her. She knows her body down to it’s chemical make up. Elongating and changing her clit into a full fledged cock was basic compared to becoming elementals and various animals. “Do you understand, pretty girl?”
Vex melts under her. “I understand. Wreck me, Keyleth. Please.”
Oh.
Oh that changed something fundamental in Keyleth’s brain. Seeing Vex like this. Hearing her like that. She hasn’t even really done anything to her yet. Not really.
“Say that again.” Keyleth pulls away angling herself, her hands on either of Vex’s hips. She’s so wet. So ready.
“Wreck me. Please.”
That’s all it takes. Keyleth lines up, takes a second to quell the urge to just drain her. She slams into Vex’s entrance only getting a few inches in. No where near her hilt but, that’s what the resounding pounds are for.
Vex’s arms buckle and she screams into the mattress. She fists the expensive duvet, takes it into her mouth to quiet the unholy noises leaving her unwittingly.
“Oh fuck~” Vex feels better than imagined. And there had been a lot of that going on. She is hot on the inside. Wet and grips perfectly around Keyleth with every drag and thrust. Vex trying to keep herself from being too loud is cute, as if anyone walking by wouldn’t hear the skin on skin echoing like gunshots. It’s rhythmic, too spread apart to be a random solo applause. If anyone decided to check on them… are they in for far more than they’re expecting.
She feels herself twitch and Vex reacts to it violently. The ranger’s already a trembling mess. Breathing heavy and swearing up a choked storm. Her toes curl, her body pulled backward into each relentless pound.
As fun as this is, and it is very fun, Keyleth is getting a little bored. She wants to see her win in real time. With a little difficulty she manages to get Vex into her lap facing her without pulling out. It’s. An interesting choice and it takes them both a long second to recover, process what the hell just happened.
It’s short lived. Keyleth is already continuing her unending pace. Up instead of forward. It’s far better for her feeling all of Vex’s weight smash onto her with every one of her ravaging upswings. It sends pleasurable pain rocketing through her recent addition. Already hard up and twitching she’s so close to cuming every thought of blood, the unsatisfied hunger, disappears.
All she can think about is stopping the gushing flood desperately trying to break through her mental dam. She grunts. Curses and moans. Her eyes squeeze shut doing anything she can to keep from releasing.
“It’s okay.” Two callused hands hold Keyleth’s face. Hazel eyes stare into her own resolved and resolute. “I want you to.” Vex pants holding her tightly bouncing up and down in near perfect synch. She rests her head on Keyleth’s shoulder and pathetically “Cum in me. Please”
Rhythmic slapping turns stuttered. Heat builds builds builds-
Everything does dark. Green eyes roll back as heat fires out of her tip. She’s supported by her ranger. Held until the shaking stoped and pants turned back to normal breathing. Carefully she removes herself. As much as Vex being in pain lights her entire life right now, it’s too soon to leave her truly aching. She barely even fluttered against Keyleth’s cock inside of her. Embarrassing, truly.
The druid takes a second to compose herself. Decides she’d rather get Vex to fall to pieces without chancing it happening to herself again in the same second Vex moves her mussed braid behind her. The archer lowers herself taking just the tip of Keyleth into her mouth.
“Fucking- holy shit. Holy shit holy-” Vex lowers herself in a practiced way. She’s about half way down before Keyleth can do a anything but brace herself on the mattress. There’s no hope in staying up when Vex pushes her raised chest down crawling to get a better advantage.
She hums, eyes rolling as she tastes the mixture of them on her tongue. It makes Keyleth beyond jealous. Angry she’s the one being used. It doesn’t last long. She’s down Vex’s throat lost to whatever whim Vex chooses. She could tell her to take a swan dive off a cliff and she’d do it no hesitation if this is her reward.
If being inside one of her best friends, if being sucked off by Vex is the reward for anything she’s down for just about everything the world can throw at her. She’d take on one of. Hells, she’d take on all the Gods just to feel this slice of heaven.
By the time she realizes just what’s about to happen again she has no time to try and stop it. She gushes calling out Vex’s name more devoted than the most decorated paladin. With love drunk eyes she watches the ranger wipe the sides of her mouth then suck her fingers clean.
“And here I thought you were going to ruin me.” Vex teases. Keyleth lays on her back. Let’s the words sink in. She wants to play games? Okay. They can play games.
With a flick of her fingers the headboard creaks. Wooden vines grab Vex by the waist. They snake up becoming a harness across her chest. They steal each wrist, wrap tightly around her mouth stifling a shocked shriek. They pull her flush up against the ornate headboard in a sitting position.
“And I told you no teasing. I should return the favor. Leave you here alone for awhile.” She only half means it. There is no way in the Nine Hells she’s actually going to do it. And Vex probably knows that. She’s so good at reading other people there’s no way she doesn’t. Still. She pleads with those beautiful hazel eyes, they water and Keyleth knows it’s on purpose.
It still works. “But I promised to break you. You know I keep my promises.” Willing away her not so little addition she spreads Vex by her knees. Her clit is throbbing to the beat of her erratic heart begging for some much needed attention.
Vex rolls her hips. “You want me there?” Keyleth stays just enough away. Commits the small whimper from her willing prey to memory. Files it away for late lonely nights. She smiles lying down on her stomach. She wraps her arms around toned thighs laying them over her shoulders. “If you cum without my permission I’m going to drink from you.” She instantly dives into the flood of Vex’s want.
She tastes better than she could’ve imagined. Like her blood she coats her hunters tongue. Soaks into each tastebud etching into her like a drug. Keyleth’s eyes flutter. She sighs out searching between folds with abandon. Deep and vibrating she laughs as Vex greedily grinds. Sinks down as much as her bindings will allow silently, well. Maybe not silently, but wordlessly speaking what she wants like the good girl she is.
Keyleth feels no need to reward her. She purposely keeps away from each sensitive-sensitive spot instead giving her attention to the places close to them. Let’s each ignored spot feel remnants of what could be. What Keyleth can do, but refuses purely enjoying choked sounds and desperate grinding.
She knows Vex is dipping much too far into the throws of her ravenous eating. Like being lost in the desert for days without water she drinks in everything her unknowing prey gives to her. Wants to push her closer and closer to that cliff and watch her fall. She wants to watch her ranger sink into an ocean of crimson reaching for Keyleth for help. She’s going to revel in her outstretched hand sinking beneath bloody waves.
The clit she’d been ignoring is pounding so hard she can feel each and every thud all the down to her disregarded entrance. It’s beyond obvious Vex has completely forgotten the stipulations given to her. It’s obvious she’s forgotten what Keyleth really needs, what the blood from her wrist managed to tamp down.
Oh well. She’s through playing. Through teasing. Her stomach twists reminding her of just how long she’s been starving. Her tongue sips down to trace around a dripping entrance. It dips inside. Compared to earlier her reach is no where near as far. Still, it does the job fully desecrating everything she could get herself to taste.
She can tell Vex tries to stop the fluttering of her walls. She can hear the strain on her face without having to look up. She has no intention of letting up. She has no intention of giving permission feeling her stomach begin to claw all the up to her fangs, carefully not currently meant to hurt.
When Vex is practically crying she stops her assaults. Moves from dipping in and licking, sucking, lapping at her entrance to instead give her surely too far gone clit some much needed play.
The moment she gives one testing press her prey jumps into her mouth. Her muffled moans cease for only a second before they double. Triple. If someone where to wonder what was taking Vex so long they’d believe her in danger. They might break the door down only to slam it shut. No one would realize just how in danger her ranger is.
There’s so much happening under her skin. In her pulsing veins. The chambers of her heart echo in Keyleth’s ears jeering at her. Coaxing her to just get it over with. Fill the empty space where her humanity used to be.
She growls. Let’s go of one of the thighs she’d been using as an anchor. She slams three of her fingers where her tongue had previously been at the same time she sucks off her clit the same way Vex had done to her. Calculated and fully intended to shove her over the edge. Reward herself with two of her rangers bodily fluids.
Vex clenches around her curled fingers. Her clit pulses and her thighs squeeze. Her ranger goes so entirely rigid rising further and further into Keyleth. She gushes. Drips down the druids chin as she pulls away leaving her to work through her orgasm alone.
It’s the most beautiful sight. Always so stoic and up on her high horse it’s gorgeous to watch her writhe and squeeze and breathe until she manages to fall limp, open those pathetic and glossy eyes. She looks apologetic. Like she’s trying to say ‘I’m sorry.’
“Naughty girl.” Keyleth doesn’t care. Not here or now. She got what she wanted and she was going to follow through on her threats. Flicking her fingers Vex is forced to her knees by the vined harness around her chest. Her wrists, stuck to the sides of her head are pulled behind her back. Keyleth sits before her running her first finger along the wooden gag withering it away with ease.
“I’m sorry. I tried. Please Key-”
The huntress has no need for apologies. This game was rigged from the start, they both knew it. And she wasn’t going to deny herself any longer. Idly and slowly she makes her way, a little awkwardly since the mattress is so plush, around her willing victim. Tie her up and use her as a blood supply. Check that off the list of many more. Concerning. Things she thought of.
Maybe she’ll let it get that far. Vex nothing more than a limp, devoted source of blood insisting she’s fine even though her skin barely takes color from lack of red flowing through her veins. Vex hanging by the arms from the ceiling gasping hard, trembling from Keyleth’s fun. Maybe she’ll see if she can use enthrall. Command Vex to do as she says, do as she wants. It would be as easy as speaking her name.
But tonight is not about keeping Vex. It’s about fulfilling her most selfish desires. Right now all she wants to do is tease. Humiliate. Bring Vex down off that stupid fucking high horse and show her just how powerful she really is. How powerful she’s always been. If only those pretty hazel eyes had really seen her.
Hopefully they’ll see her now. Even if she’s physically behind the bound ranger. She slides her hands from bent knees up the inner side of soaked thighs, skirts the definitely still sore center of them. She tightens around her hips. Get’s a very shocked sound and does it again.
“I’m sorry.” Vex sounds more broken than dropped china. “Please. Please Keyleth. I-I-” Her voice shakes, her head turning around to try and plead with the monster running her hands up her sides. “I’m afraid.” She whispers it making full eye contact. One singular tear falls and Keyleth remembers what it’s like to be human.
“I’d never hurt you.” She says softening the most she has in days. “You know I’d never hurt you.” She’s torn between gripping that throat so tight no more sound can escape trembling lips, and kissing her with all the gentleness in the world.
“I know. I’m just. I’m scared, Keyleth.” She opts for the second. She kisses her gliding her hands from her rangers ribs, fingers teasing the sides of her breasts, and rests them on the hard muscles of her lovers middle.
“If you want to stop you have to leave. Now.” The woman she was before that fight in the woods is finally finding the strength to claw out of reddened darkness.
“I don’t. Please just, be gentle. I w-want you to do this gently.” Vex doesn’t break eye contact, even if her neck must be aching at this angle.
“Even though you’ve disobeyed me twice?” Keyleth breaks away from those eyes. That gaze that runs her life. She has to.
“I’m. I don’t know how else to get you to believe me.” Vex has never been this raw. She’s never let any of their friends see her without her proverbial armor. The cracks in her psyche are on full display. None of her emotions kept hidden behind venom and sharpened teeth.
“I do, Vex’ahlia. But I still have to punish you.” She leaves feather light kisses on Vex’s shoulder. The slope leading to her neck.
“I know.” Shuddering. Both her body and her words. She shudders feeling the tips of razor points glance her skin. Her eyes shut tightly bracing, physically tense against the huntress’ motions.
“But.” Keyleth lifts to kiss the shell of a slightly pointed ear. “The rules usually are three strikes, who am I to change them now?” Her lips press behind Vex’s ear. Back down her neck searching for the best place to bite. “Sit back.” She guides the ranger’s hips off of her ankles and into her lap. She keeps one of her hands braced against tensing abs, slides the other up up up. Her fingers rest under Vex’s chin pushing her love’s head back to lay on her shoulder, her palm down light against her throat. “I’m going to bite you now, okay?”
Vex’s throat bobs. She audibly swallows. “Yes-!”
Keyleth lightly trails her teeth across the bruised flesh of her beloveds neck. She circles and skims looking for the place her heart pounds hardest. When she’s satisfied, sure she’s at the right spot, she lightly presses just barely breaking though the tops layers of her ranger’s skin, giving Vex plenty of warning time.
The moment her fangs are soaked in blood they retract. She’s able to get the whole of her mouth around two perfectly spaced puncture wounds. A moan escapes her at the same time Vex whimpers. Tenses then relaxes completely giving into Keyleth.
The hunter’s eyes are rolling back gorging herself on golden hour. Fall, the outdoors, the smells of a forest just after rain fall. Vex tastes of all of them. She tastes of desperation. Of true fear and utter lust.
It’s enough to get her fingers pushing down to Vex’s core. She flattens her hands entirely cupping her ranger. She holds as Vex whines. She jumps away seemingly on instinct alone, and Keyleth can feel why.
“Too sore?” She lifts from her gorging of sunsets only long enough to ask. She’d be fucking damned if even the smallest ruby of Vex’s ambrosia goes to waste. Gods. She can feel it sinking into her. Rejuvenating the parts of her that’d been lost to vampiric needs.
“Yes.” Vex is breathless. “I’m sorry. Keyleth I-”
“Shhh.” Licking closed another set of puncture wounds she laps at the remaining drug slipping from her ranger’s veins. Her hand leaves it’s perch instead lighting in pastel gold. She watches it soak into the damaged parts of Vex. It heals over love bites and bruises, soothes the pounding of her over loved center. “Never feel sorry for telling me what you need.” The far more human parts of Keyleth are slowly clawing their ways out of the crimson pool she’d been drowning in, the same one she’dve had no trouble letting Vex sink into.
“You’re really hot, you know that?” Vex sighs leaning fully back into the source of heat behind her trembling body. Keyleth smiles a very smug thing chuckling something so deep she can feel it all the way down to her pleasantly calm stomach.
“Can you handle more? I’m no where near finished with you.” Her fingers are already trailing down Vex’s slight abs. She feels every single ridge. Every single rise and fall of muscle as they flex against her calculated machinations.
Vex blows a shaking breath. “I can take you, Key.” In an almost subconscious way she moves down to meet the druidic fingertips lazily pressing down onto her clit.
“Once I start I’m only stopping when you either bleed, or beg me to let you rest.” Keyleth is a chasm of desire. Where bloodlust had turned her to a predator, satiation makes her confident. She no longer feels the need to tear Vex open and dine on her insides… At least not the bloody guts kind. Instead she carefully lifts Vex bridal style. Undoes the bindings of her wrists and lays her down flat on her back. “Understood?”
“Clear as crystal.” Hazel eyes stare up at her reverently. Keyleth can see each and every tense, relax, and want in those expressive eyes. It makes a genuine smirk grace her face for the first time since Vex had barged into her room. Her ranger has finally fallen from her stoic perch.
“That’s my very good girl. Stay here, don’t move a fucking inch.” Keyleth kisses Vex the way she deserves feeling freer of her scarlet confines the longer she soaks ranger blood into her system. She’s far beyond gentle now. Doesn’t feel the need to dominate as hard as she had been. And when she lifts up it’s to eyes the shapes of hearts and stars.
“You’re gorgeous Vex’halia. Did you know?” She teases turning away from her lover and instead makes her way over to her top dresser drawer. She’ll have to remember to thank Scanlan for thinking his joke gift was funny. Maybe he’ll be proud it’s actually getting some use. Oh well, she’ll ask the next time they cross paths.
Shimmying into a sleek black leather harness she feels it magically fit to the curves of her ass and the thickness of her muscled thighs. It’s certainly an odd feeling as she slides into place an average six, maybe seven inch dildo made of smooth polished wood. She runs her hands along the entire surface just incase. When no splinters poke her skin she turns to find Vex staring wide eyed.
“I didn’t take you for the type, Keyleth.” The utter lust, sexual flush rosy-ing Vex’s once far too pale complexion, is nearly enough to make Keyleth lose herself. Her stride back to the ornate bed stutters just taking a moment to appreciate the beauty she’d been lucky enough to bed.
“Gods you’re so fucking beautiful.” Keyleth can’t help hurrying over. Can’t help crawling on top of her ranger and kissing her senseless. Her jaw, leaves light bruises in spots she knows Vex with either cover with cloth or concealer down to her clavicles.
She delights in each little noise she pulls like a puppeteer from her so desperate archer. Even if she’s not genetically connected to the wood between her legs she can feel Vex grinding up into it, it’s tip brushing the core of her spreading legs.
“Ah ah, I’ll get to ruining you when I’m ready. Right now you’re nothing more than my breathing flesh light.” The words tumble into the air stunning Vex still.
“Keyleth~” Her name has never sounded so incredulous. Like the utter filthiness of her words has no place being in her so usually placid mouth. She smiles dragging her fangs across the skin of Vex’s supple chest. Her hands find the small of her archers back and the side of her head sporting her braid.
She braces herself getting ready to fuck out the last of her frustrations. She get’s ready to steal away blood and cum until the pounding of Vex’s heart rides the line of never starting again.
Unlike the first time, she starts slow. This is something she’s never used before, has idea what the solid wood will do to Vex if she just slams into her without working her first. Though, based on the absolute mess shinning silver in the light of Catha she might’ve been fine either way.
By the time she’s buried down to the hilt of her wooden cock Vex is already a moaning mess. Wet heat spills form her with each and every rapid thrust Keyleth pounds into her.
The mattress beneath them may as well be a sentient being. It bounces in perfect time making each downward swing an upward rise of Vex’s hips. It creaks and cracks against the very expensive bed frame, it’s headboard slamming into the stone wall it’s pressed against.
“KEy- Ah~ Key- I’m. Let me, please~!” Vex manages to choke out between sounds so ungodly even the betrayers must be blushing deep down in the Nine Hells.
“Oh, don’t hold back babygirl. I want you to ruin these sheets so badly they’ll have to be thrown out.” Keyleth, a little out of breath, shifts to hover square over Vex’s face. “I want to watch you fall to pieces.”
“Keyleth!” Her ranger goes stiff, eyes rolling back and a flood of fluids soaks her from the bottom of Keyleth’s waist down to her thighs. She doesn’t let up for a single second working Vex straight into another orgasm. And then another. And another working her body like a well tuned violin waiting for Vex to start begging.
And she does. “Bite- Bite m- Keyleth. Bite me~” She can’t even open her eyes longer than a few seconds. Can’t prevent the moans of pure, overworked, bliss echoing around the stoney chambers long enough to speak clearly.
“Anything for you, my love.” Keyleth shifts her knees closer to the hips she’s destroying one wooden rut at a time. Takes only a moment to silently check in before sinking her fangs deep into the slope of her archer’s neck. Right over the strongest pulse point listening to just how hard her heart is slamming against her ribs.
Holy fucking Gods. The moment her mouth fills with metallic sunsets and fall Vex tips over the edge into euphoric orgasm. She can taste the chemical make up of what makes her go stiffer than a board. She can taste just how hard her archer is cumming through her blood, feel it’s heat against her thighs and flooded sheets.
It sends her consistent thrusting to a speed she’s going to regret in the morning. The euphoria of herself and Vex mixing together fogs her mind of all thought but fuck. Fuck into Vex. Fuck her so hard into the bed it breaks. Fuck her so loudly the entire castle guard comes running to save her.
“St- enough. I ca…n’t anymore.” Vex has tears of pleasure rolling down her face, Keyleth doesn’t need to see it to hear it. It’s not exactly begging, but Keyleth stops on a dime slowly and carefully pulling out. She instantly lights her hands golden the moment she makes eye contact with frosty hazel eyes.
“Are you okay?” Fully satiated and no longer drowning in the starved ocean of red she remembers what it’s like to be a human being. All of the feelings of worry that usually plague her drag their claws into her.
“More than. Keyleth that was. That was amazing.” Even with enough healing to return complexion to drained skin Vex pants. Sweats and trembles when she tries to sit up following Keyleth’s own trembling movements.
“I didn’t go too far?” Sliding wrecked leather to the floor Keyleth is already feeling the soreness in her hips, her thighs shake and she’s having an extremely hard time staying uptight.
“No, not at all darling. It just got to be too much. I’ve never had that many orgasms one after the next like that it was- shit keyleth I had no idea you could be so.” Vex can’t even get herself to hold her weight on her arms. She lays in a puddle of her own ruin cringing every time she involuntarily twitches.
“I- It was a lot of emotions and. Bloodlust.” She hesitates saying the last word, doesn’t stop to look at Vex as she goes about picking up lost clothes and wash cloths. The least she can do is bathe the both of them, she does have a private bath in her room. Perks of being best friends with the lord of Castle Whitestone.
“Oh! Right, did. Did I help?” Vex’s tone is all sheepish wondering.
“Immensely.” Keyleth returns scooping her ranger into her arms.
“Does that mean you want me to… Help you out until we can get this figured out?” Vex asks with all the confidence in the entire world. It somehow makes Keyleth feel the embarrassed one. Like she was the one asking if Vex wanted to sleep with her, again.
“Yes. But I think you should know you were in a lot more danger than I think you realize.” Trepidatiously Keyleth get’s them into the bathroom and runs the hot tab. She speaks carefully and not looking Vex in the eyes at all.
“Darling. I don’t think you realize just how much you changed. I could see it in your eyes…” Vex trials and Keyleth waits for the inevitable follow up. She knows Vex far too well to interrupt her now. “Does that mean you wanted to do worse to me?” Lusted curiosity coats those beautiful hazel eyes and Keyleth goes redder than carmine. “Oh.” A ghost of a word more charged than Vex’s lighting arrows. Keyleth says nothing helping her ranger into warm water.
“Maybe we can explore that dangerous mind of yours next time then~” Vex runs her finger along Keyleth’s jaw. Presses her thumb into her bottom lip and lightly pulls it down eyeing her normal canines.
“I’ll think about it.” So there will be a definite next time then. Maybe Keyleth will starve herself just for the fun of it.