TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

*Sensual Delve

***WARNING***SEXUAL CONTENT***

Y/N was suddenly woken up from her unplanned slumber when she heard a chair knocking over. It was the sound of the chair that she had jamming the chamber door.

Her eyes still foggy from sleep and the candles blown out from burning the last couple hours. She could not see properly. She did not know how long she been sleeping.

Y/N's heart raced as she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the dark room. The noise had shattered the silence of the night, sending a shiver down her spine. She reached for the small candlelight on the bedside table, still enough wax left for a flicker.

That is when she saw crimson eyes turn her way. It was Aro's crimson eyes showing in the dark. Suddenly the crimsons started in her direction until she saw his figure and features in full view from the small candlelight she was holding.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" He apologized with a look of concern spawned upon his face. More than likely from seeing the chair was jammed when he entered and from seeing her dagger by her side on the bed unsheathed.

"Everything is alright" Aro reassured. His understand that she was scared.

"Where were you?" She asked him.

"I had to discuss a few things with Marcus about the trial tomorrow" Aro stated as he made his way around the bed and crawled in next to her. This making Y/N set the candle back on the bedside table.

Aro explained the situation with the coven that was set to go on trial the next day. A steely determination flickered in his eyes as he explained the details to Y/N, his mind already strategizing the best course of action.

For some reason Aro felt comfortable to talk to Y/N about it. He felt like she was a silent counselor.

"We cannot allow this coven to slip through our fingers again," he explained, his words carrying a weight that seemed to settle over both like a shroud. "We will be prepared for whatever they try to throw at us. Our alliance is strong, and together the Volturi will ensure that justice is served."

Y/N nodded in understanding "That must be a hard decision to make, especially on your own." Y/N stated softly, while placing her hand on his. As if she was comforting him. After watching Aro in trials and how he carried himself in Volturi, she knew it had to be hard carrying the weight of the coven and the ancient laws.

Aro noticed how she placed her hand on his. His gaze fixated on their hands. That is when he turned his hand over and entertained them together. His thumb rubbing a light circle on her skin.

"Y/N" Aro started. The sound of his voice could make her melt at that precise moment. "How would you feel if I asked for your help?" Aro continued. His crimsons reaching her eyes.

"What do you need help with?" she asked. Her mind playing through scenarios.

"How would you feel about helping me in the Volturi councils?" he started. A short silent spread through the chamber. Y/N's gaze swooped down to their intertwined hands.

"You would always be in my presence, and I need a mortal soul who can make certain decisions, decisions that I am too much of a monster to comprehend" he continued. His last statement bringing her attention back on his crimsons.

"Monster? you really think you are a monster?" she asked

"I am a blood thirsty vampire, some decisions are beyond my comprehension, Y/N" he stated.

She could sense a sadness within his eyes.

"You are not a monster." She stated. Her voice carrying a kindness to them.

"Either way, I need your gentle touch on some matters." He stated.

"What kind of matters?" she asked.

"We hold the most riches here in Volturi. This making us the biggest charities in Volterra." He explained. "There are a few functions that some mortals would not find being comfortable in my presence." he continued.

"I see" she said softly. "Ok, I can help." She continued as she gave a slight smile in Aro's direction.

Aro was happy to hear her agree to the task.

"With that being said, there is a function coming up in a few weeks, there is a ball taking place at a neighboring coven during the Venice Carnival" he stated the information slowly to Y/N. "If you would like to attend with me" he continued. The last part he spoke softly as if a whisper.

"Of course, I'd love to" she said. This creating a smile across Aro's face. Though, his eyes still carried a deep crimson that looked unrealistic.

He was pleased to hear her answer. He carried this information for a couple days now, he just did not know how to ask her, nor did he think she would want to attend with a heartless, cold, blood sucking vampire as himself.

That is when his mind drifted and his imagination took hold. Aro found himself lost in a daydream of Y/N enchanting everyone with her beauty. He pictured her in a flowing gown, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair would cascade down her back like a waterfall, framing her delicate features.

Aro couldn't shake the image of Y/N in a lavish ball gown. He yearned to see her spinning across the dance floor, her eyes glinting with mischief and her every move telling a story. He imagined the way the fabric would swirl and cling to her body, revealing glimpses of her delicate figure as she moved. The thought of her in his arms, her body pressed against him, was almost too much to bear.

That is when Aro's dark side of his past relished in his mind. He wanted to make her speechless. He wanted her to breathe heavy from him being under her dress and between her thighs. He wanted to taste what lingered there. The mere thought of his tongue exploring Y/N's intimate folds sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Aro's veins. He was drawn to her, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and her laughter echoed like the sweetest symphony. But now, the idea of tasting her in the most intimate way possible had awoken a new hunger within him.

Has Y/N ever been loved. Has she ever been loved correctly. She deserved to be loved, she deserved to be cherished, she deserved to be worshiped, she deserved to be fucked for her own pleasure. He thought to himself.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush as Aro's intense gaze bore into her. Taking a deep breath to steady herself. He looked hungry, he looked hungry for her she thought as his gaze was deepening into her.

Then Aro suddenly grabbed up her wrists and placed them upon his palms. His fingers intricately started massaging her wrists. Y/N let out a small sigh of relief as Aro's strong hands worked their magic on her tired and bruised wrists. The dimly lit room was filled with the soothing scent of lavender, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. Y/N closed her eyes, letting themselves fully relax into Aro's touch. As Aro continued the gentle massage, Y/N felt the tension melting away, replaced by a sense of calm and comfort that only Aro seemed to bring. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, as if the world outside didn't exist, leaving just the two of them in their own private sanctuary.

That is when she started feeling his hands work their way up from her wrists. Working toward her elbows, to her shoulders. There was an intense and sensual feeling overflowing the atmosphere. She felt herself delving deeper into his touch.

Then she heard her name roll off his tongue.

"Y/N"