Lingering Darkness

Diabolik Lovers ~ Lingering Darkness Chapter 3

• by Pink-Pixie-Fics, 6 days, 5 hours ago


• Literature / Fan Fiction / Drama

Chapter 3

Belinda’s POV

She couldn’t lie, she was glad to get out of that room.  That kid with the lavender hair was creepy, and he kept asking her questions about Blue.  She hugged the doll close to her chest, watching her Mother retreat back to her quarters.  She had not seen her mother this distracted in quite some time.  Pouting, she turned on her heels and made it back to her own rooms.  She wondered where Muse was, hoping that he would come later as she had entirely too much talk about.  She could hardly contain it, for there had not been this many visitors to Rose Hall in some time. In fact, she couldn’t remember a time that anyone came here willingly. 

She had been abuzz for hours prior to their arrival and Muse had taken extra time dressing her and curling her hair.  He enjoyed dressing her like a doll, combing her hair and even had attempted to interject himself into her bathing routine.  That of course was not acceptable, for she remembered the last time she allowed him to wash her.   That had been a disaster, and it made her feel weird and uncomfortable when he touched her.  That had been the first time she had ever heard a sound come from Muse, and it literally scared her.   Since that incident, she had been careful about letting him get too close.

She stopped dead in her tracks, peering into the tea room when she first caught the scent.   It was empty, but the scent lingered here.   Sighing, she sat Blue down in a chair, turning to make her way into her private quarters. It was then that she seen him.  He was lying upon her bed, his legs crossed and an arm resting behind his head.   He had not been with the others, she didn’t recognize him and he had not been there when introductions had been offered.  “Why are you here?” She whispered, walking towards the edge of her bed.  

The closer she got, her steps became tip toed as though she was slightly afraid to confront him.  Now at the edge, she placed her hand over her mouth to try and quieten her heavy breaths.  Was this excitement?  Leaning over, she inhaled deeply of his scent and for the first time she felt a twinge of pleasure at the core of her body.  

The realization struck her that he was asleep and she wondered how he had found his way here.   There was more than one room he would have had to pass before he found his way here.  He was beautiful, she thought wanting to touch the blondish locks of his hair.   She had reached her hand out before she realized what she was doing, touching the very edges near his ear.  It was then that she noticed the wires that were attached to something inserted into them.   She could hear the faint sound of music coming from it, and as she touched and pulled the bud from his left ear she leaned down to listen. 

Closed lids suddenly flashed open to reveal brilliant blue eyes.  She jerked back, about to scream out in surprise when she felt his hands move quicker than her own reflexes.  One large hand was clasped over her mouth, and the other had grabbed and rolled her across him until she found herself on her back, with his weight bearing down atop her.  “Screaming would be loud.” He whispered, looking down upon her surprised face. “Will you not scream?” Nodding her head, he hesitated before removing his hand.

“Who are you?” He yawned between his words, fighting sleep as he didn’t offer to leave from atop her.  “Belinda.” She whispered, wondering what the hell he was doing.  “I see.” She could see his lips moving in reply, “Belinda, I am tired.” He continued to whisper, dropping his head and face against hers.  His head turning slightly to encourage her to turn her neck to him.  She could feel the heat of his breath against her exposed flesh, which in turn caused that twinge of pleasure to rise in her.  Minutes passed, as though she was waiting for something to happen.  “Mister?”  She whispered, but he was asleep again.

“Mister, your heavy.. please get off me.”  She made to push him off her, but it seemed this only stirred him to pin her more firmly beneath him. Her legs had managed to find themselves free but only because he had maneuvered between them. Her small plea went unanswered, and she wondered what would happen when Muse came to check on her.  Desperately, she looked towards the door to find it closed. Had she closed it behind her?  Muse would know not to disturb her if her door was closed.  Sighing, she closed her eyes tightly, wondering what to do. 

Minutes turned into an hour, and there was no movement from the man.  She was almost ready to drift off into sleep herself when she felt a wet, light tickle against her throat.  Her eyes opened wide, almost holding her breath as she wondered what that feeling was.  It wouldn’t take long for her to figure it out that it was a lick, for several more followed it.  He was licking her?  Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the feel of it, causing a small moan to escape her parted lips.  Her moan must have been taken as an invitation, as the licks began to turn to suckled kisses along her skin.

 

She was on the verge of telling him to stop, but something held her back.  She wondered just how far this would go, and that thought excited her.   Suddenly, he groaned before she felt intense pain as though he was ripping through the flesh of her neck, before it turned pleasurable again.  He was drinking from her, taking her blood without asking.  He was a noisy drinker, and the sounds of his swallowing and slurping seemed lewd to her.

  

Until then he had not moved his body, but as he drank deeper she could feel him starting to stir. She could feel his arms move to her sides as though he was trying to embrace her, grinding his hips against her own as though he was trying mount her.   She could feel his hands searching, before his fingers found the edge of her dress where her flesh was exposed.  She could feel him tug hard against it, ripping as he found what he was searching for.  It was not the first time that someone had touched her bare breast, but it was the second.  That first time had been by Muse, and it made her uncomfortable.  This time, it was far different.  His fingers found her nipple, clasping it between thumb and forefinger before splaying to squeeze the entire mound of flesh. 

By now, he had stopped drinking as there was nothing but a flurry of licks and kisses as he moved his mouth down onto the flesh that he had exposed.   She should have stopped it then, and she had the opportunity when he rose up onto his knees, just long enough to look down at her.  There was an intense hunger across his face; she had seen that same hunger before.  “Don’t stop.” She had spoken the words before she realized them in her mind. 

For a moment, she thought he was going to leave but he only repositioned himself.   She felt his hands again, this time going back to the ripped fabric, pulling and tugging at it until it no longer remained connected to her body.  She couldn’t take her eyes off his face, her own blood smeared across his mouth and chin.   So this was what it was like, she had wondered so often what it was to feed as her Mother and siblings did.  Until now, she had never felt such a hunger.  It was building like a tight knot at the apex of her body.  

She closed her eyes as she felt him lower atop her again.  She could feel his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them as she felt his mouth lower across the tops of them.  Another piercing sensation as she felt his fangs enter her once more.  She moved her hands to the back of his head, cradling him against her as though she was encouraging him to drink his fill. “Please don’t stop.” 

Shu’s POV

What the hell was she doing to him?  He had not intended for this to happen, but from the moment he first gouged her neck with his fangs and tasted the sweet blood that flowed he was unable to control himself.   He couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop.  He had given her one chance, and she had only encouraged him.  Damn her, all he wanted to do was sleep when he found himself in her bed and even when she found him.   He had woke hungry, and intended on it being a little drink, but this has turned into something entirely different. 

It made matters worse, especially when he looked down at her naked body only to find that it was pure.  There were no other marks upon her; she was untainted aside from his own mark on her neck.  She had virgin blood, which had to be it.  He descended upon her again, this time placing his bite mark at her right breast.  He couldn’t keep his hands off her, squeezing he thought to the point where he could have hurt her.  Yet, those sweet little arms wrapped around him and he buried his mouth to drink deeply. 

He stopped only long enough to remove his shirt and fumble with his pants, nearly falling backwards in his haste.   Back down, he yanked her legs further apart and pulled her closer to him.  “Have you been with a man?” His voice was hoarse, watching as he moved his hands across the pretty little panties that she wore.  It took only one tug to break them free of her body, exposing the object of his desire. “Belinda, have you been with a man before.” He asked her again, this time hearing her whispered response of no.  He already knew she had not, but he wanted to hear her say it. 

He pulled her lower body upward by her waist, her legs sliding across his shoulders as he held her steady.   He wondered briefly if she was uncomfortable, nearly held upside down by him.  He found that smooth patch of skin that enticed him.  It was near her outer labia, just close enough to tease her into submission.  He heard her cry out in pain when his fangs sank into her for the third time.  

When he finally had his fill of blood, he gently lowered her back onto the bed but continuing to keep a firm grip on her lifted hips.  His length throbbed, painfully aware of it.  He would allow himself to enjoy this, slowly dragging the tip of his cock against her slickened labia.  He was testing her, pressing himself against her opening before going back to rubbing the length of him along her clit. He could feel her body shudder and as she was getting use to pleasure he was giving her, he knew it was time. 

He didn’t allow her to know when he was going to do it, as his rubbing had become frantic and with one single, strong stroke he inserted his length into the depth of her body. He felt the resistance for a split second before he tore through it, to find himself buried balls deep inside her.  Her pretty little face distorted in a mask of pain, as her mouth opened to release a scream.   He covered her mouth with his own, muffling it before it could be heard outside the walls of this room.   This was the first time he had kissed her, and it was then that he felt and tasted the tears that started flowing.

He had a moment of regret in his method of taking her for the first time, but it was fleeting as he began to move his hips.  He didn’t expect much out of her after this point, as he knew she was probably in intense pain.   He didn’t care, he had what he wanted and now his priority was to fuck her until he climaxed.  However, she would surprise him, as her body began to move in a rhythm that matched his own.  For once, he felt like he was the one being sucked, and as he raised them both up, so that she was atop his lap it was she that took over, riding him. 

He momentarily wondered if he had been fooled, she did not move like a girl who had just had her virginity taken.  However, he had seen the blood upon himself when he first started thrusting into her.  He had felt that rise of pride in knowing that he taken something from her that no one else could have.  When he climaxed at last, he felt her body tremble and release nearly at the same time.

Just when he thought it was over, she was moving atop him again.  So she wanted more? He was more than ready to give her what she wanted, as long as she was offering her blood to him in the process.  This time, he rolled her over onto her stomach, taking her from behind as he sunk his fangs into the soft meat of her shoulder and neck. 

Sometime in the early morning hours, he had moved them both to the bath that connected to her room.   She lay with her back against his chest, while he washed the dried blood from her body.  He felt sober, and oh so tired that when he finished washing her, he sank into the warm water and closed his eyes as he embraced her.   “What is your name?” He heard her voice come in a soft whisper.  He chuckled at her question, whispering against her ear. “Shu.”