Dimencreas (One-Shots)

(18+) Lustful Night - Firefly

(Vampy Y/n aisgah, oh and long chap. btw since I haven't published for a while.)

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In a dark kingdom quite far away from the village, a mistress of the night lives in it; elegant with the beauty of a nightshade.

Her gaze is like a poisonous thorn. Her fingers hold the secrets of an ancient world.

Every week, the villagers must offer something valuable to her place as gifts so that she won't attack the village.

But the mistress always has a new requirement. She yearns for something new, something she's never tasted before. Just when the villagers think they've satisfied her... She demands more.

“Ugh, this is hopeless. You think a mere cow would satisfy my cravings? Do you know how long I resist the urge by not eating you flesh people day by day?” Y/n demanded.

The villager's chief trembled as he pleaded in front of her.

“Please forgive us, Mistress! This is the most valuable item we have...”

The woman just sighed in frustration, her red eyes piercing through him.

“BRING ME A HUMAN OR I'LL EAT ALL OF YOU INSTEAD.” She ordered.

The chief just fell to his knees, his face pale with dread.

“Mercy, Mistress, please! We shall bring you one of our own... But give us one night, just one night, to find one!”

The woman stayed silent for a moment before clicking her tongue.

“Fine. Now leave.”

The villagers left hurriedly. The instant they vanished from her sight, a faint smile crept onto the woman's face.

“Humans... What idiots.”

The next night...

A knock echoed through the room. The village chief slowly peeked in through a gap in the door.

“Mistress, we have brought what you requested...” he whispered in a trembling voice.

Before them sat the mistress, her slender frame leaning back into the throne, her eyes glinting in the dim light. She looked down at the girl, a spark of interest flickering in her gaze.

“Oh?”

“I was expecting a criminal or even those who are unworthy to live in the village but a girl?” Y/n asked him coldly.

The chief nodded nervously, his grip on the girl's shoulder tightening.

“Yes, Mistress. She... She volunteered...”

The woman looked at the girl again in silence before nodding her head.

“Fine, I'll take her. Go prepare yourselves an offering the next month. This human will be enough for this month.”

“Thank you, Mistress...”

With those words, he bowed out, leaving the girl and the woman alone. The girl stood stiff, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

“Tell me,” the woman began. “What's your name?”

The girl lifted her head, her eyes meeting the woman's red gaze.