𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

十九 | 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

adulation (n.)
adoration. worship.
admiration. devotion.
reverence. favor.

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 」
𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

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Lying in Ferid's bed, (Y/N) was in a complicated position. Curled up on herself, her breathing short and shallow, she tried to ignore the sudden arousing sensation in between her legs, the need to touch herself like a bad itch that she knew she shouldn't scratch. After being tortured by Ferid and Ayal, she never felt those feelings anymore. However, she realized that it had been a few weeks since her last period, wondering if the sudden spike in her body's hormones was because of ovulation.

    It was torturous.

    She could not allow herself to do something which would put her in such a vulnerable position.

    She couldn't.

    Clutching the sheets tighter, squeezing her legs together and hoping that the action would negate the temptation, she flinched when the door creaked open. Ferid had returned from whatever business he was attending to with Ayal, having mentioned it concerned the testing of her blood, before closing the door behind him and fully walking inside. His footsteps then halted, for what (Y/N) didn't see was the sudden twitching of his expression.

    Something smelled delectable.

    Absolutely exquisite.

    Slowly, Ferid turned towards the form huddled deep under the sheets of his bed, his red eyes flaring with a deep set, ravenous hunger.

Controlling the urge to pin (Y/N) down and bleed her dry, his fingers trembling by that point, he forced himself forward to where he could begin unbuttoning his cloak and removing his shoes. Sliding under the covers with her, the sweet aroma practically overwhelming his senses, he pulled her to his chest as he always did, too distracted by the smell of her blood to notice that she was still awake. In but a moment, Ferid slid aside the shoulder of her shirt so he could bite down.

As soon as the blood flowed past his lips, he felt practically euphoric.

As if her blood was a drug.

It was that addicting.

In hindsight, it was probably the most flavorful and heavenly blood that he had ever sampled, his urge to completely devour (Y/N) strong.

Then, all too soon, the taste began to decline far too early than Ferid would have liked, clutching (Y/N) tighter even as she stiffened in his hold. Fear coursed through her as soon as the pain from his bite arced through her body, however from his heated touch alone, that spike between her legs only continued to grow—therefore, the taste in her blood then began to sweeten. Controlling himself, Ferid pulled away before he could kill her, swiping his thumb across the bite mark and smearing her blood that leaked from the wound.

"How... did you do it?" He whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

"Please..." (Y/N) merely uttered hoarsely, her heart galloping in her chest while her hands were balled into fists in between her legs in hopes that that would be enough to curb her arousal. "Please just let me go..."

"Why?" He murmured.

(Y/N) breathed out raggedly, unable to answer him since she had no reason.

    "Hm?" Ferid urged her on.

    Trailing his hands down her arms, his eyes widened when finding out where she kept them, his eyes then curving with his smile when realizing exactly what had made her blood taste so sweet. He found it so utterly amusing when able to hear how her heart rate accelerated, how her breathing hitched, how her skin heated up, and all because of just his touch alone. It was cute, even. He recalled back when he was human how he had slept with multiple women, giving and gaining pleasure, before ultimately killing them which was the greatest pleasure of all to him.

    They 'loved' him, so it was only proper that he show them that same 'love' in return.

    For (Y/N), his entertaining little pet, he knew he couldn't do the same as he wasn't bored of her yet. It was strange as he wasn't usually interested in the blood of adults, but hers was far too sweet to let go, and far too tempting to resist. It was a strange type of intoxication that made him do the strangest of actions which was curious in itself as he was always considered eccentric.

    "Should I touch you?" Ferid whispered into her ear, nipping against her flesh even and causing her to shiver. "Is that what you want? Is that what I must do to draw out that delectable blood of yours?"

    "No!" (Y/N) snatched his hands away. "Please... please don't do that..."

    "Why not?"

    "You just can't..."

    "Do you not want to feel good?"

    "You've tortured me," she snarled, shoving him away before craning her head back to look at him, her glare cutting into him which he only answered with a sly smirk. "Why would I ever want someone like you to touch me like that?"

    "How sad," Ferid pouted almost deridingly so. "From the women I've bedded, they've never been left unsatisfied."

    (Y/N), disgusted, threw the covers off of her and promptly announced that she was going to the bathroom. When Ferid jokingly announced that he would accompany her, she threw him the most hateful glare he had ever seen her give before disappearing. As he watched her go, he wondered if she truly did have to use the bathroom as humans so disgustingly did, or if she was merely using it as an excuse to pleasure herself.

    Oh, how he imagined.

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