Bloody Ice

Berserk

Jack’s P.o.V.

I watched Vlad collapse like a broken doll but didn’t have the strength to move to help him. Otis picked him up and carried him over, laying him across my chest. I looked at him gratefully as I wrapped my arms around his warm body and held him close, rubbing his sides.

“Mr. Otis...I have to admit something to you.” I said as I held Vlad closer. Otis looked down at me and I knew he assumed I was wounded saving Vlad from r**e, when I really was the one molesting him to prevent the r**e Pitch planned for him. 

“What is it?” He asked, draping a blanket over us. 

“Pitch...the odd man, attacked me because he was trying to...impregnate your nephew. But I stopped him, in the only way I could...by beating him to it.” I said hesitant, rubbing Vlad’s belly to soothe my nerves. Otis blinked, silence following for several moments after, then burst into laughter. 

“Vlad is a boy, Jack. Men can’t get pregnant. But then, I suppose spirits don’t have anatomy class.” He said, laughing harder. 

“Normally men can’t get pregnant, yes. But when a human male is topped by a spirit, the first time they develop a womb. If they’re topped a second time, they concieve. I’m the bottom in our relationship, but Pitch already kidnapped Vlad once...that’s why he’s been in pain recently. It was his body that was developing a womb. I learned about this and rushed to beat Pitch to him. I didn’t want him to be able to r**e him again or impregnate him. Even if Vlad didn’t remember me or believe in me, I couldn’t let him bare his r****t’s baby.” I explained, burying my face in Vlad’s hair, still rubbing his skin. 

“I feel like...I’m missing a big part of the story...but...you almost died to save him from this Pitch. If, by some strange ass magic, you got my nephew pregnant, I’m glad it’s your child and not that monsters.” Otis said after much more silence. 

“Thank you. I really truly love him, Mr. Otis. I don’t want to have to top again...ever. It’s not my style...So...this will be your only grand nephew. I will never hurt him or abuse him. I am the guardian of fun...I am immortal and his drudge. You have my word that I will be his everything as he is mine.” I swore to him, feeling Vlad begin to stir. 

“I understand and...I trust you. I leave you two alone. You’ll have to explain his condition to him. He’ll want to know. And keep him warm.” He added, dropping another blanket on us. I nodded softly and rubbed my beloved’s back as his eyes blinked open. Otis walked out of the room and I smiled at Vlad, who smiled back weakly, fangs at full sharpness.

“Jack, I’m so sorry for forgetting you. I...don’t know what’s wrong with me...I love you. I hope you don’t hate me.” Vlad said, nuzzling into my neck, tonguing my pulse hungrily. I shivered but didn’t protest the contact. Between the womb growth, stress, and the undoubtable impregnation, he would need the blood to replenish his strength, especially for our baby. 

“I could never hate you, my beloved. Drink, Vlad, while you listen to what I have to tell you.” I said, rubbing my hands up and down his back. 

“I’m starving, Jack. Nothing has been able to quench my thirst without you.” Vlad said shakily, his tongue laving over my skin again, making my pants start to get uncomfortably tight. 

“I know, Vlad. Just take as much as you need. But I need you to listen. I have something important to tell you.” I said, shuddering in delight from the fill of his hot tongue on my chilly flesh. He nodded against my skin and his fangs parted my flesh. I groaned softly as he suckled blood from me, only making the problem in my pants. I cleared my throat and rubbed his back. “Vlad, you remember what Pitch did to you and the pains you we having beforeremembered me again?” I asked, trying to make sure he truly remembered. 

“Mhmm…” He murmured against my skin, before drinking more, his sucks feverish, hungry. I trembled, holding him tighter as it soothed the pain I had been feeling, the itchiness that had been roiling under my skin since I’d been away from him. 

“Another spirit named Tooth, a close friend of mine, explained to me what happens when a spirit tops a human, or half-human in your case.” I started, nearly whimpering when he drew away from my skin and lapped at the wound. 

“But I top you. You don’t top me.” He protested, frowning deeply. 

“I know. But Pitch r***d you, topped you, Vlad. That caused a womb to start to form inside you. He escaped us when we imprisoned him and was coming to impregnate you. So...to stop him from doing that I...made love to you while you were sleeping. Now...you’ll have my baby instead of Pitch’s.” I explained hesitantly, groaning softly as he moved against me, jolting from my words. 

“I’m...pregnant?!” He squeaked, sitting up in my lap and rubbing harder on me in the process, making me cry out. 

“Y-Yes, Vlad...b-but could you hold still. Your little feeding session...really turned me on.” I admitted, blushing deeply. He blinks at me, then slowly smirks, grinding down on me again. 

“I feel this, Jack. I think I should thank you for saving my life.” He purred, slipping beneath the covers. I blushed fiercely as I felt him slide between my legs and start undoing the ties on my pants. I gasped as I felt cold fingers reach into my pants and pull my hard length free. I moaned and shuddered as icy lips slid around my length. 

“Oh, Vlad...my beloved vampire! Don’t stop!” I moaned, throwing away the blanket and lacing my fingers in his snow white hair. Our eyes met as he bobbed his head around my c**k, tongue working along it. But then he pulled off my c**k, licking the tip breathlessly. 

“I have to stop, Jack. Because I want to be inside you. I want to claim you as mine once more. The father of my baby.” He purred, nuzzling the skin next to my throbbing c**k before slowly kissing up my body, pushing my...beautiful new hoodie up my chest. He licked along the scar on my belly,  before continuing up my chest and latching on to one of my n*****s, sucking hard. 

“Ah...Vlad...I love the new h-hoodie.” I panted, shuddering as he pulled it up off of my body, still licking and sucking my n****e. 

“Mm...I’m glad. Is it possible to miss you for two weeks worth all in one night?” He asked as he pulled away from my n****e and pulled his own shirt off. 

“I don’t know. But I sure have missed you.” I groaned, eagerly lifting my hips as he started to try and slip off my pants.

“I love you, with all my heart, Jack.” He said, kissing me as he shoved his pants down his hips and kicked them off. 

“And I love you with my heart, too, Vlad.” I murmured before accepting his fingers into my mouth, lapping around each slender digit, nearly groaning as he pulled them away. I opened my mouth to protest only to have my thoughts scatter as he plunged one of the saliva dampened fingers inside me.

“You’re still so tight and cold, yet somehow searing. I just can’t get enough.” He purred, curling the finger inside me before withdrawing it and plunging a second in deep with it. I cried out, bucking my hips down onto his fingers eagerly. 

“Yes, Vlad! Yes! Please, just put it in!” I cried out as he plunged a third finger into me, thrusting them relentlessly inside me. He grinned at me and kissed me hard, our tongues dancing in a hot wet kiss. 

“You’re so irresistible when you get this desperate.” He purred, pulling his fingers out and thrusting into me without hesitation. I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs tightly around his hips. 

“More please. I want it hard, engrain your very essence into my body so I will never forget you again. Carve your touch into my flesh!” I cried, bucking my hips onto him wantonly. He moaned and kissed me hard. His hands grasped my hips tightly and he thrust hard inside me, making a cry stream from my lips. He seemed to like the sound as he did it again, pounding relentlessly into my body. Our sounds melded as we kissed again, our tongues twining and wrestling. 

“Oh god! You feel so good around me. You’re mine, all mine.” He growled, nipping my lip and slamming harder into, hitting that spot inside me that made my head spin. 

“I’m yours! Always and forever! I’m gonna come, Vlad! Harder!” I exclaimed, my body jerking and twitching as my c**k throbbed with my coming climax. 

“Me too, my Ice Prince!” He moaned, thrusting harder and harder inside me, striking me prostate each time. I screamed as I came hard across my own chest, delighting in the pleasure high that blanked my mind. He cried out and plunged the hilt inside me, filling my core with warmth. His hips jerked a few more times before he stilled inside me. I panted softly and kissed him lovingly. 

“I love you. Forever and always.” I promised, running my hands along his skin. 

“As will I love you.” He murmured, caressing my face. “Now rest, my beloved. I want to lay with you and simply be with you.” He kissed me again, nipping my lip playfully as he grasped up the blanket and draped it over us, pulling out slowly. 

“Mm...I’m down with that.” I said softly, kissing him back and snuggling into him lovingly. Sleep was easily obtained in his arms. 

Vlad’s P.o.V.

I listened to Jack’s heartbeat, smiling as it slowed with his breathing, letting me know he was asleep. Careful not to disturb him, I untangled myself from him and covered him up. I cleaned myself up and dressed, before picking up Otis’ sword from the floor. It was time that I put an end to the nightmares. Literally. Pitch had done too much damage to be left alone. No one raised a hand to my Frost Prince and lived long enough to tell the tale. 

Kissing Jack’s forehead, I murmured that I’d be back soon, before taking my leave. I walked out the door and into the woods. Knowing it wouldn’t take the Nightmare King long to find me. I walked through the snow streaked forest, admiring Jack’s handiwork. I knew when Pitch arrived. It was like a physical change to the air, making it dark and heavy. 

“Pitch Black. Come out.” I snarled, anger surging in my chest as I pictured Jack’s bloody and stitched belly, the resulting scar. 

“Now, Vlad. Don’t be angry with me. I just wanted your luscious body all to myself and the adorable little nightmares we can create together. But that pesky Ice spirit got in the way! So I killed him. Now come here, I’ll get rid of the icicle plaguing your womb so we can make sweet nightmares together. I’ll make it quick. You won’t even feel a thing.” Pitch said, appearing in front of me and stroking my face. I sneered in disgust, as I shoved him back with my free hand. 

“You won’t be touching the wonderful frost flower blooming in my womb.” I growled and slashed out at him with the sword. A clang rang through the otherwise silent forest as he stopped my blow with his sand scythe. I struggled against it, pushing back, skidding in the snow. Our blades broke apart and we backed away from each other. 

“It is a parasite, Vlad. Don’t you see that? We could make something so much better.” He purred, circling me with his scythe at the ready. 

“We already made something beautiful. You’re the parasite!” I cried as his words turned my anger to rage. I rushed him, screaming my rage as he blocked every swing of my sword. 

“I could be your everything, Vlad! Think of what we could do together. Your strength, my nightmares, our children!” He exclaimed, eyes excited as he blocked each of my blows. 

“Children? You wouldn’t stop your violation at one would you, you scum!” I screeched and my rage exploded. As I think back, I liken it to the rage of one of Odin’s Berserkers, as I attacked with a fury that the Nightmare King couldn’t keep up with. I smashed the scythe from his hands and kicked him to the ground, straddling him to pin him. 

“Now, Vlad. Enough play time.” Pitch said shakily, as if to coerce me down from this deadly rage. 

“f**k. You. Oh, wait! Not on your life, Prick!” I snarled and buried the sword in his chest up to the hilt, feeling the blade stab through him into the ground and his black blood well over my hands. It was cold, gritty, and unappealing. We would never have fit, never in a million, billion, hell, trillion years. I let go of the hilt as Pitch choked and sputtered, that blood coating his teeth and lips. 

“Vuh-Vlad…” He choked out as I turned away, leaving the sword buried in his chest, pinning him to the ground. His heart was already waning, his body failing. He smelled of death. 

“Just shut up and die, Pitch. No one believes in you and no one will miss you.” I said darkly as I left him to die alone in the woods. His black blood coated my hands, but I didn’t care as I made the trek back home to my beloved. I had defended us, our family, so that we could live happily from now on. That filled me with great pride as I touched my belly. 

“My beloved frost flower, I will protect you and your father with everything I am.” I promised, black blood smearing my shirt as if to seal the oath to my unborn child.