Vessel X reader, small story ❤️‍🔥🖤

~Wax Covered Wounds~

"I don't know why you like it so much," she said, her voice a soft challenge in the dimly lit room. The shadows danced on the walls as the candlelight flickered, casting an eerie glow over the scattered instruments of their shared obsession.

Vessel, the enigmatic frontman of the band Sleep Token, stepped closer to her, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made her heart race. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, a gentle touch that belied the power in his grip. "Pain is a reminder that we're alive," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "It's a symphony that plays just for us."

Her pulse quickened at his words, and she found herself nodding in silent agreement. She knew that with Vessel, she could explore the darkest corners of her masochistic desires without judgment. He was a maestro of agony, conducting the symphony of pain that sang through her veins.

With a smirk, he reached behind her and unclipped the leather collar from the bedpost. It swung free, the metal rings jingling faintly. He stepped closer, his chest brushing against hers as he fastened it around her neck. The leather felt cool and firm, a stark contrast to the heat that suffused her body. She could feel the weight of his gaze as he tightened it, just enough to remind her of her place.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He grabbed the chain attached to the collar and tugged it gently, guiding her to her knees. She didn't resist, her eyes never leaving his as she sank to the floor, her body trembling with anticipation.

The air grew thick with the scent of wax and desire as he lit a candle, the flame casting a warm glow on his features. He held it out to her, watching her pupils dilate as the wax grew closer to her skin. She took a deep breath, the anticipation building to a crescendo within her.

With a flick of his wrist, a droplet of wax fell onto her shoulder, the heat searing a path down to her very soul. She gasped, her body arching, and a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. The pain was exquisite, a beautiful note that sang in harmony with her lust. He watched her reaction intently, his eyes never leaving hers as he trailed the wax down her arm, creating a path of fire that she craved more of.

Each drop that fell was a promise of more to come, a sweet agony that made her yearn for his touch. Her skin was a canvas for his sadistic artistry, and she was his devoted muse, eager for the next brushstroke of pain. His hand moved to her hair, gripping the strands and pulling her head back, exposing her neck to the flickering light.

The anticipation was unbearable as the candle hovered above her, the flame dancing in her vision. Then, without warning, another drop of wax fell, this time landing on her collarbone. She cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as the heat engulfed her, her body writhing with the delicious torment.

He chuckled, the sound a dark melody in the quiet room. "You're so beautiful when you're in pain," he whispered, his voice a seductive caress. "But let's see if you can handle more." With that, he brought the candle closer, the flame licking at her skin, the heat building until she thought she would combust from within.

The tension grew as he traced a fiery line down her chest, pausing just above her rapidly beating heart. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale bringing the scent of burning wax and her own arousal. She felt a droplet of wax hovering just above the sensitive skin of her left breast, poised to fall at any moment.

Finally, it did, and she screamed, the pain searing through her, setting every nerve alight. Yet, it was a pain that brought pleasure, a symphony of agony that resonated deep within her core. She felt a warm trickle of blood where the wax had burned her, mingling with the sweat that coated her skin.

Vessel leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers as he licked the blood from her flesh, his tongue tracing the path the wax had taken. The mix of pain and pleasure sent her spiraling, her body responding in ways she never knew were possible.

"You're mine," he growled, his hand tightening in her hair. "Mine to hurt, mine to pleasure, mine to claim."

Her response was a whimper of agreement, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. She knew that with each new drop of wax, each bite of pain, she was giving herself over to him, and she reveled in it. The symphony of their passion grew louder, the music of their bodies creating a crescendo that could only end in ecstasy.

And when he finally lowered her onto the bed, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into her wrists as he secured her to the bedpost, she knew that she was about to experience a level of rapture that would leave her forever changed, forever marked by the fiery kiss of his pain and the dark embrace of his love.

With the candle now a forgotten tool of torment on the nightstand, Vessel's hands began to explore her body, his touch feather-light yet filled with the promise of impending doom. He traced the lines of her torso, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she felt his nails dig in, the pain sharp and exquisite.

He took his time, savoring the sounds of her gasps and the way her body arched into his touch. His sadistic grin grew wider with every shiver she couldn't suppress, every drop of blood that welled up from her skin. The room was a cocoon of sensation, the only sounds the rustling of the sheets and their harsh, needful breaths.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, he leaned over her, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss that stole her breath. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of fear and desire that mingled on her lips. His teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh of her bottom lip, and she felt the warm trickle of blood seep into her mouth. He pulled away, his eyes dark with hunger as he studied her face, the crimson staining her teeth and chin.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He hovered above her, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his belt. The sound was a symphony of leather and metal, a prelude to the main act of their twisted performance. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his pants, revealing the heavy erection that strained against the fabric of his boxers.

The moment she felt the warmth of his cock against her stomach, she knew that the real show was about to begin. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she could feel his fingertips dig into her flesh. Without a word, he pushed into her, the initial burn of his entry making her eyes roll back in her head.

Her body stretched to accommodate his size, and she reveled in the feeling of being so utterly filled. His rhythm was punishing, each thrust a declaration of his dominance over her body. She could feel every ridge, every vein, each movement sending a new wave of painful pleasure crashing through her.

He bit her neck, hard enough to leave a mark that would last for days, his teeth sinking into her skin. The coppery taste of her own blood filled her mouth, mingling with the salt of her sweat and the metallic tang of the handcuffs. Her body responded with a fervor that surprised even her, her hips rising to meet each punishing thrust.

The room was a cacophony of their moans and grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh, the clank of the handcuffs, and the headboard banging against the wall. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own twisted bubble of desire and agony.

Vessel's movements grew more erratic, his breathing more ragged, and she knew he was close. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, and she tightened her muscles around him, eager to push him over the edge. With a roar, he bit down harder, his teeth piercing her skin and drawing blood. The pain sent her soaring, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.

Their climax was a violent crescendo, a maelstrom of sensation that left them both trembling and gasping for air. For a moment, time stood still, the only sound the pounding of their hearts in sync, echoing through the room.

As he pulled out of her, the emptiness was almost as painful as his entry had been. He leaned down to kiss her again, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was both gentle and bruising. "You're mine," he whispered again, his voice hoarse from his own release.

And in that moment, as the world slowly came back into focus, she knew that she truly was. His to hurt, his to pleasure, his to claim whenever he desired. And she would crave this symphony of pain and pleasure for all eternity.

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