XV · Satiating His Thirst

🎧 Take What You Want by Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne & Travis Scott

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"What did she say?" He asked, and I could nearly smell his anxiety mixing with mine that was pretty much emanating from my body.

"Sera is saying that dad got his hands on her fragments when he… when was my current age," which ain't weird at all, "24 years old. But he only managed to finish building her as she is now, 70 years later, when he was 94 years old, and," I swallowed.

"And…?"

"He first used her at 96 years old, two years later," I let it sit.

Silence reigned between us for what seemed like an eternity, those crystalline eyes now in a color I can't even name but that's calling to me in a way I also can't name it, incessantly, like a magnet calling for me, making me sweat just by being under the radar of his eyes, my lungs constricting as I struggled to even draw a breath. When he spoke, he kept his eyes on me, his voice deeper than before, but barely a whisper.

"Can you ask Sera something for me, cherryling?"

I felt my heart racing, "Anything," I whispered, yearning for him.

"It may sound weird to you, but there's something I always wanted to know," his gloved fingers caressed my hair, going through until his touch paused at the base of my neck, and I found myself heavy breathing. "What was the condition that made him be able to transmigrate from a race to other within Auradoom? Different from what happened to you."

"What he asked… Sera," I huffed, rising my wrist up to my eyes.

[Death.]

I felt all blood draining from my face, "Wha..what?"

[He needed to die to change races.]

"What… the… hell?" I cried.

"What did she say?" Dorian asked.

"She…" I gulped, "Sera said 'death'."

He closed his eyes, cursing under his breath, "Fuck, I knew it. He always said he was invincible and couldn't die, with 00096… Seraphina, as long as he had her on. How many times did he transmigrate?"

Pressing my lips together, I looked at her, "Sera."

[9695 times, with his actual death.]

I closed my eyes, "Fuck. What the fuck?"

Dorian hugged my naked torso, bringing me closer, "How many?"

Opening my eyes, I clenched my jaw, "9695 times. He died 9694 times from the time he was 96 to 9694, Dorian. The same number, again."

His eyes darkened, going shadowy and black, "He only change 50 times during the 420 years he was with me, meaning he died 50 times then, only 1 in the next 26 years, and only 1 in his initial 96 years, counting his last and concrete death, cherryling."

"Let's not count the last time, neither the last 26 years, since he is… gone now, he didn't transmigrate, since Sera was in the Vault and not on him, to make so he would stay alive. Let's count only the 9694 deaths in all his 9694 years, all the time he lived in Auradoom, actually transmigrating."

A nod, "Add the 420 years with me to his initial 96 years alive when he first died, that's 516 years in which he only died 51 times. Which means he had to die 9643 times in the spam of 9178 years. That's more than a death per year in a certain point of time, but if we think of it as one death per year, it'll leave 465 deaths to have happened within those 9178 years of his life, in which he was already dying once per year. And that is, if he really died every year."

"That's… a lot of deaths," I swallowed. "But what is bugging me in the wrong way, is that, if he died and transmigrated in Auradoom a total of 9694 times, doesn't mean he had to have been of every single race once? How didn't he ever get void dweller in 9694 tries, and I got it first?"

It was supposed to be a question to live in the air, for Dorian, but the second my eyes wondered behind his shoulder, to my right wrist, there was a small text from Sera in it. One that sent goosebumps down my soul.

[I never had the ability to make someone be a void dweller.]

Dread made my blood ran cold, "What's that… supposed to mean?"

"What is she telling you?" He asked. "You look haunted."

[Void dwellers can't be made, Ria.

Not by any artifact, like myself.

They are what they are from birth.]

"Cherryling?" He tried to make me look at him, but I felt blind.

"Why... why am I… I… why? How?"

[You were born one, Ria.]

[The human realm simply repressed it. Just like they do with nearly everything magical.]

"Hey, cherryling, look at me," he moved my chin, making me face him, and whatever he saw on my eyes, made him look uncharacteristically worried. "What is Seraphina telling you?"

I swallowed, "She… she said she didn't make me a void dweller."

Dorian stared at me for a second, "Wasn't she supposed to do that?"

"Sera said… that she doesn't have the power to make void dwellers, that they can't be made by anyone, only… born," I felt my eyes wavering, tryinh to look away from his. "She says I was born a void dweller, but the human realm repressed it, the same way they do to nearly all magic. But I… I don't get it, I… if the name is void dweller, ain't it supposed to mean that I'm from the… void?" I shook my head, confused. "I don't get it, Dorian."

Holding my chin tenderly, he made me look at him again, "I don't know why, but I don't like when you avoid my eyes, so keep looking at me, okay?" His voice raspier. "I might regret this dearly, very, very dearly, just as I used to regret ever becoming your dad's apprentice when he dragged me to mud and the worse of the problems possible, but," he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, "if you want, we can stick together and get to the bottom of this."

My lips parted and he silenced me with his finger, "I'm not doing this for you, let's make that clear, cherryling. I'm offering this, because I've been dying of curiosity about my master for literally centuries, in fact, he became my secret object of study, my own research, non-related to what the tower dwellers think. And now, that I've met his void dweller daughter, I'm even more curious to know what he was up to in the 2 years he was mated, gone from our sight, to make so his daughter would be a void dweller. So, you are free to become my first apprentice," he grinned mischievously.

I confess I did not expect that offer, at all. "Your apprentice?"

"Ain't it poetic for your dad's apprentice to become your master?"

Cackling, I gasped, "You… as my master?"

"Doesn't that sound sweet?" He grinned devilishly.

"Sweet ain't the word for it. Isn't it anti ethic?"

His grin widened, "In what way?"

And my cheeks are burning again, "To get involved with me?"

"The best way to share mana with someone is through getting this involved with somebody," he purred, hands going to my ass, digging in my skin, pressing me against him. "Though it'll be very, very torturous."

Heavy breathing, I whispered, "How torturous?"

"Profoundly," Dorian kissed my jaw, "torturous," and as he sucked my skin, I realized he was marking me, "because I can't bite you," his lips went to another spot on my neck, "drink your blood," he sucked harder, "or bury my cock inside you," he breathed against my skin, getting a moan out of me, "like we both are dying for."

I tried to speak, but I fully malfunctioned, all that left my lips was a louder moan, when he pressed me harder against his phenomenal erection, making my desire for him thicken. And when I thought Dorian would kiss my lips again, he didn't, he grabbed me and threw me on the bed, coming above me and caging me with his body. For a long minute, he watched me, how I was reacting to his presence, his touch, his voice, his attention, to all that he represents, and a dangerous grin curled on his lips.

"And not to delude you, I confess that knowing you are my master's precious daughter, and that he would undoubtedly try to kill me for doing all this to you, since he said countless of time that if he ever had a child with his mate, and that child turned out to be a female, he would never let her come anywhere near me; makes me want you more. I've always liked to piss and get on his nerves, and I bet that whatever his soul is residing now, he is pissed off," he purred with a sickly attractive kind of joy.

"It feels like you are forbidden, the way you smell, your taste, the very sound of your voice, how gut-wrenching beautiful you are, plus you being a void dweller with a lethal blood that I'm craving to get a taste… it all makes you feel forbidden, my mind says I shouldn't be doing this, that I shouldn't have been desiring you like I am, but I don't fucking care. Being forbidden only makes me want you more. I guess your father was right when he called me a unreasonable danger-seeking brat," he flashed his fangs.

"I won't bite you, even if my very soul is begging me to, because I treasure my life more than anything, which is actually hilarious given how I feel so attracted to what could scythe my life away. But you, cherryling, got me thirsty in a way I've never been in my life, not even during all the experiments on me, and I can't stay thirsty like this, becsause I can't drink the blood of any of the people dwelling in here, or I won't be able to leave. So, I'll have to give in to a part of me that I dry to deny very dearly," Dorian used his legs to widen mine, "to take what I want."

"Dorian," I begged, without know what for.

Grabbing both my wrist, he pinned them above my head, so hard I really couldn't move them, and all with his left gloved hand. "I'll give you what you want, cherryling," he breathed, his crystalline eyes going as black as nothingness, but this time the veins around his eyes also darkened, and as he inhaled deeply, black dust began to form all around us. "Don't you want me to fuck you, cherryling? I will fuck you, but not with my cock."

"Wha..what?" I struggled to breath, feeling the dust thickening.

His legs widened mine more and I felt something both cold and hot brushing against my pussy, but it wasn't him, "I will fuck you with magic, and I will watch as I do, so when you orgasms, I will drink it. Then I'll make you orgasm again, so I can drink more, more, and more, until you satiate this maddening thirst for your blood that you installed in me, with all the juices I force out of you. Your father had a saying, one that he kept repeating over, and over again: Grieve nothing, take everything. You made me like this, now I take everything I want from you. This is what I want!"

Whatever the magic in the air was, that looked like black dust, went nearly solid, forcing itself, in huge and thick size, through my folds, and I arched my back, eyes rolling as a loud moan rolled out of my tongue. "Oh my… fucking God… what is… what is that?" I cried, toes curling with the sheer pleasure it was causing me.

"That… is my most forbidden… magic," he purred slowly, and as he did, the thing solidified even more, this time forcing itself more into me, making my cry louder. "Shadow magic," he whispered, but I struggled to even understand whatever he was saying. "I can manipulate it to be what I want, no matter what it is," I felt him closer, but he didn't touch me aside from his hand that was holding my wrists, or his legs that were forcing mine to stay wide open.

It thrusted rougher, so fucking hard and deep that it hurt, and with a harder push it got inside, tearing my walls apart and forcing its inhumane size deep inside of me. So deep I felt it everywhere, like a real cock, taking over everything, making me scream of pleasure, of pain, of yearning. "Its… too… big…" I cried, feeling tears rolling down the sides of my eyes.

"And you will take every inch of it," he growled liked a beast, that primal tone deepening his voice, "just like you would my cock, because I made this at the identical image of mine," the shadow cock thrusted harder on me, violently so, and more tears rolled down my eyes as he drowned me in a pleasure so maddening, it felt forbidden. "Don't fight it, let it dominate you, hold nothing back, let it overwhelm you, give in to it, cherryling."

"I… can't…" I cried. "It's too… big… too big… Dorian…"

"This is me," he purred, "you're a strong girl, you can take it all, all of it. Don't hold back, don't fight it," again, my soul felt called out, and I felt his words deep into my bones. "You will take it all and cum for me!"