Tw mentions of blood and biting
In the dimly lit chamber of their secluded home, Y/N Black stood with a conflicted expression, torn between her love for Lily Evans and the primal hunger that gnawed at her. Y/N had been turned into a vampire against her will years ago, and ever since then, she struggled to reconcile her newfound nature with her deep affection for Lily.
Lily approached Y/N cautiously, her emerald eyes filled with concern and unwavering love. She knew the time had come again, the time when Y/N needed to feed. It was a delicate balance they maintained—a union between predator and prey, lover and beloved.
"Y/N," Lily whispered softly, her voice barely above a breath, "you need to feed."
Y/N closed her eyes, fighting against the urge that pulsed through her veins. The hunger burned relentlessly, demanding to be sated. She knew Lily was willing, always willing to offer herself for Y/N's survival, but it tore at Y/N's soul every time.
"I don't want to hurt you," Y/N murmured, her voice thick with anguish.
Lily stepped closer, reaching out to cup Y/N's face tenderly. "You won't hurt me, love. You never have."
Y/N's hands trembled as she ran them through Lily's hair, her fingers trailing down the curve of Lily's neck. The scent of Lily's blood was intoxicating, drawing Y/N in despite her inner turmoil. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Lily's throat, feeling the pulse beneath her lips.
Lily held Y/N close, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and desire. She knew the ritual well—the sensation of Y/N's fangs piercing her skin, the rush of ecstasy mingled with pain as Y/N drank from her. It was a symbiotic dance they had mastered over time, one that bound them together in ways words could never express.
As Y/N drank, Lily whispered soothing words, her hands gently stroking Y/N's hair. The initial sharpness of pain gave way to a warm euphoria, a connection that transcended their physical forms. Y/N drank deeply but with restraint, knowing when to pull back before taking too much.
When Y/N finally withdrew, she looked into Lily's eyes, her own gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and regret. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.
Lily smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "Don't be sorry, love. This is who you are now, and I love all of you."
Y/N pulled Lily into a gentle embrace, holding her close as they stood together in the quiet aftermath. They knew their love defied conventional boundaries, navigating the complexities of life and death, of hunger and affection. And in each other's arms, they found solace—a sanctuary where their souls intertwined, bound by an eternal bond forged in blood and love.
