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The walk to his apartment was freezing cold, the October air chilling you to the bone as you curse Adrian for not swinging by in his sebring to pick you up. It's not like your apartments are far from each other, but Evergreen is a bit unnerving at 4 am. You wonder what his phone call was about, he had called you maybe 30 minutes ago, seemingly out of breath as he asked you to come over as soon as you could. You finished washing your period stained bedsheets, glaring at the supposedly 'overnight' pads you bought at the store yesterday. Thank god there were some spare tampons under your sink. Climbing the stairs of the apartment complex, you knock the same way Adrian does and wait for him to answer. You wrack your brain for how you ended up at your friend's doorstep in the dead of night, when you should be curled up with your heated blanket, cuddling your favorite plushie. Maybe this is what comes with the package when you go looking for Evergreen's urban legends. Everybody had been scared enough when that lunatic Vigilante started "cleaning up the streets of Evergreen". You couldn't be mad at him though, he had killed that creep at the bar you frequent, probably not because of you specifically but you liked to pretend. When the bodies of criminals started showing up drained of their blood, it was hard not to put two and two together. Others speculated it was something else entirely, but you knew the truth.
The door stayed unanswered, and you frown. Trying the door, you found it unlocked, and your stomach churns as you push it open slowly, looking around in the darkened room. You step through the threshold of the apartment, closing the door behind you as you look around the living room and kitchen.
"Adrian?" you call out, moving towards the hallway to turn on a light, something to calm the nerves as you creep forwards. You freeze, hoping to hear something as you pause in the dark. Nothing. What the hell was this guy's problem? Sighing, you reach for the light switch around the door frame.
Your hand makes contact with cold flesh, and you almost scream if not for the glint of Adrian's glasses as he grins wildly at you. "Boo! See, I told you I'm scary!"
You stare at him, hand over your wildly beating heart as you watch him laugh by himself, sharp fangs shining in what little light there was.
"Fine! I'll admit, you scared the crap out of me," you said, crossing your arms in defeat, "Did you call me here just to prank me Adrian? I'm gonna go home-"
"No no no no! Wait, I wanted to..." he swallows and looks at you, face unreadable as he takes a step towards you. You back up, just a little, looking up to meet his gaze.
"Well, I know you don't agree with my methods sometimes-"
"I just think for vandalism and petty theft, it's a bit much!" you cut him off, shrugging as you keep his eye contact.
"-yes, well how about this?"
He moves closer to you, reaching his hand out to your neck. You still, holding your breath as his fingers ghost over your pulse. He dips his head down, you could feel his breath on your ear when he whispers his little proposal.
"I guess I could kill a few less criminals if I have another source of blood around."
You're aware of how fast you're breathing, heart thumping as he grins at you, and you're just as aware as you've always been about those sharp, sharp canines.
Closing your eyes, you knew the answer even before he had spoken the words out loud. You open them again as you inhale as steadily as you can, nodding.
"Yes! See, I knew it was a brilliant idea!", he says joyfully, lifting you up quickly over his shoulder, much to your shock. "Chris was all like, ew, gross dude no way, and, well, Economos just covered his ears and started shouting," he continues as you try to turn your head to see where he was taking you. The kitchen table comes into view and you squeak when he lays you on your back, ass halfway on the edge.
"Um. Adrian, what-"
The cold air hits your bare legs after Adrian yanks your bottoms off, underwear coming along with it. You yelp for the second time as he just stares, chest rising up and down at the sight of your pussy. "I- I thought you were gonna bite me!" you gasp as he reaches for the tampon string. He pauses, looks at you and just says, "Jeez, I could do that too. I didn't realize you were this much of a freak", before pulling your tampon out. He lifts it up to his face in awe, huffing out a 'fuck' as you watch him grow hard in those pajama pants. He slaps it down onto the table next to you as if it wasn't just in your vagina, and kneels before your pussy. You could already feel the blood drip down, you've always had such a heavy flow. He immediately licks it up, slowly from the bottom all the way back into your folds, before pushing his tongue into your cunt. You cry out in pleasure, feeling yourself gush out more blood down there. In between your heaving breaths, you make out the sound of Adrian's own moaning. He laps at your pussy, hands on each of your thighs as he keeps you from squirming. It was so messy, a mixture of saliva, blood, and arousal as he's borderline making out with your cunt. You cry out a couple 'pleasebecarefuls' as you feel his fangs press one too many times against your flesh, fear and pleasure mixing together in your stomach as Adrian pulls away, chin covered in blood. He smiles at you, the blood on his teeth a deep red as he reassures you.
"I'll only bite you where it won't be too dangerous," he says with a wink.
"Now, hold still-" his mouth is back on your clit, tongue tracing sloppy circles that make you buck your hips as much as he'll let you, hands moving up your body to further restrain you.
Adrian continues to moan, the iron tang on his tongue almost sweet as he feels you twitch under his teasing.
"Oh fuck," he's gasping against your folds, "Fuck, you taste so good."
He's pressing his tongue into your cunt again, whining as you bleed into his mouth.
"Please, oh fuck, please let me do this every month," Adrian whimpers, and you look down briefly, to see him tearing up as he begs. He starts to lick broad stripes up to your clit, glasses fogging up as he huffs out each breath like he's drunk. You feel a particularly strong surge of blood starting to spill out of you, and before any of it can drip onto the floor, he's already there plugging you up with his index and middle.
You cry out from the intrusion, the feeling of his thick digits buried in your cunt has your head spinning and stomach tightening. He moves, the squelch of your period embarrassing as he drags his fingers in and out of you, suddenly curling up to press perfectly against that familiar sweet spot. You arch your back in pleasure involuntarily, eyes wide open as you meet Adrian's stare. He looks smug, giving you one of his fang-y smiles as he pumps his fingers in you, beckoning for you to cum.
"A-adrian," you moan, "Adrian! Fuck- that was, how-"
"Learned it from watching you," shrugs Adrian, tone as casual as one used for discussing weather. "I needed to be able to make you cum if I was gonna be eating you out all the time, so I just come by sometimes and watch you jerk off."
He smiles, almost dreamily, when he feels you clench around him.
"Don't worry. I never touch myself after, because I'm not a pervert," he adds, cocking his head to the side. You felt that he wanted to be praised for this, and ignored him. Because once you put it all together, you knew you had to hear the truth from him.
His fingers come out of your pussy drenched in blood, and in one quick motion he brings it to his mouth and sucks. You think you see his knees buckle, and you most definitely hear him whine as he staggers forward, almost falling on you as he steadies himself on the table. Adrian's face is inches from yours, his eyes dark as the blood that drips from his chin.
"Please? Didn't I do so good?"
It was your turn to surprise him.
"When you called me, what were you doing?"
He blinks, then laughs, laughs like you're crazy and he didn't just nearly cum from your period blood.
"Uh, came back from patrol, duh. That's why I was breathing so hard."
He looks so proud, and mistakes your smile as a sign that you bought his lie.
"So if I walk into your bedroom right now and go through your trashcan, I'm not going to find anything right?"
Your now mischievous grin signals he should probably grab you, but he doesn't and you're booking it to the hallway.
"Noo! Fuck!" he yelps, chasing after you. You don't make it to his bedroom as expected, and you cry out as Adrian reaches out to grab you, body moving forward onto yours when he slips on your blood.
The two of you lay in the hall, groaning from the fall. He huffs, rubbing your back before removing some weight by adjusting. He still stays pressed close to you, his erection hard against your cunt.
"Yes, maybe this time I did jerk off, okay! Fuck, you just left your window open so just about any other vampire would get a whiff huh? So really, who's the real pervert here?"
You respond by pushing your hips back towards his crotch, which earns you a grunt from Adrian as he stops being nice and puts his full weight on you. You squeak when he bucks his hips forward, and at the same time, bites down on your neck. The pain has you squeezing your core, arousal blooming from the friction. Before the pain becomes too much, he's unlatched his fangs and licks soothing stripes over the bite. You're sobbing now, Adrian is bringing you close to the edge, dangling you before pulling you back in. Each bite felt like hell, but each rut against your pussy sent you to heaven.
He whimpers, breath choked when he whispers, "I would've bent you over your bed in a heartbeat if I'd known how kinky you are."
Adrian laps up the blood that's trailing down your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans against his tongue.
"Every month," you choke out, "Please, Adrian?"
You feel his canine poke your neck, and you can tell he's grinning. He shucks his pants down, cock laying heavy on your folds.
"Only because you asked so nicely."
Adrian lines himself up with your entrance, precum smearing against your blood slick cunt. He pushes the tip in, and stops.
"Give me a second," he whimpers, and he exhales hard, pressing you further into the floorboards. When he finally moves again, you push yourself as far back as you can go while Adrian is entering you, and you feel him twitch against you. He's filling you up so nicely, his girth stretching you out the slightest bit.
He starts by thrusting as deeply as he can, and at a frustrating pace too. Each drag of his dick leaves you breathless, but you're insatiable. You try to move against him, but he catches on, and presses all the way against you. Cockwarming wasn't on your mind at all tonight but here you were, begging for Adrian to fuck you.
"Sorry, god, I just think you look so pretty when you beg," he admits, licking your neck again.
You squeak in ecstasy; he draws his hips back before thrusting, and his pace this time is brutal.
The sounds that fill the room are absolutely filthy, combined with your wanton moaning and his desperate whimpering. Adrian curses, repeatedly as he drives himself forward into your heat. You hear him sniffle, and it's just barely a whisper as he says, "Fuck, you feel so good."
He's reaching his climax, whining while he buries himself so deep in your cunt, just to pull himself away and then bottom out again. Your back is slowly being dripped with his wet, hot tears while his thrusts get faster, sloppier. It's almost scary, the way that Adrian looks right now. The bottom half of his face is covered in blood, his groin and lower stomach a mess of blood and arousal. And the way look on his face, like he wants to devour all of you.
You call his name, and he cusses, hips stuttering as he cums. His groans cut off when he bites down on your shoulder, drawing more blood into his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. You swear your eyes roll back when you climax, your wires fried as the sudden pain causes that band in your stomach to snap. He's kissing the bitemarks gently by the time you stop shaking.
The two of you breathe together for a while, enjoying each others warmth on the floor. After a couple minutes, Adrian pulls you up to your feet and decides you needed some first aid. He's gentle, the ointment cool against the bite marks, wound coverings applied with care. You think your heart skips a bit when you follow the concentration in his brow down to his gaze, green eyes focused on wiping the last of the blood off your body. You calm your heartbeat down in the time it takes him to get back to the restroom with your clothes.
"Thank you, Adrian," you say quietly, catching his hand in yours after he hands you your pants. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling as brightly as he does.
"You know," he grins, "We could do this every day."