Crimson Waves and Crimson Chains

Ropes and Rapture

The vampire's den was half gothic s*x dungeon, half beachside bachelor pad.

Velvet drapes pooled on the stone floor, and iron candelabras dripped blood-red wax. But next to them, a cracked surfboard leaned against the wall, and someone had strung up fairy lights shaped like tiny skulls.

It was a far from what she expected, although Aeaid didn't have much of an idea what to expect anyway. She rarely surfaced, and fewer times even seen the homes of land walkers. It was pleasing to her though, dark yet enchanting in its own way.

"This way," Ronan chuckled darkly, grasping her hand and moving from the front room to a door at the back

Ronan pushed it open, hand firm on Aeaid’s lower back. The bond between them hummed, raw and hungry. It was exciting, more thrilling than any hunt she had ever experienced.

She stepped inside, heart fluttering, and immediately stubbed her toe on a chest overflowing with leather harnesses and rope. “f**k!” she howled, hopping on one foot.

Ronan chuckled, voice low. “Careful, little siren. Pain before the fun starts?”

“Shut up,” she shot back, face flaming, toe throbbing.

"Oh no," he smirked as she turned around, grasping her hips between his hands. "I believe there's much more....delicious ways in which my lips can be used."

His eyes flared as her purple eyes widened in surprise, heat rushing to his groin as she licked her lips. "You must let me know if something is too much. Green for safe, red for stopping. Understood?" he growled, leaning into her and running his nose slightly her neck.

She could only manage a nod as she arched into his touch, shuddering as heat melted her bones from within. His scent surrounded her and she wanted to drown in it. Drown in him. Loneliness only he could fill.

Ronan licked a trail down her ear, nipping teasingly with his fangs as he made his way down her neck to the pulsing artery.

He pulled back, not willing to tempt himself with a drink when he needed to know how SHE tasted first.

A deep growl escaped his lips as their eyes met, and she hisses in response, grinding herself against him in a desperate attempt at relief. They kissed, heat exploding between them. Fangs grazed her lip; her nails raked his chest, tearing cloth, exposing hard muscle and black ink spirals. His scent, coppery and wild, made her p***y clench.

“f**k,” she moaned into his mouth. He bit back softly, teasing, making her shudder.

Then, she broke away, breath ragged. “I want to tie you up,” she blurted, chest heaving.

Ronan’s brows rose. “Do you even know how?”

“I watched two witches once,” she huffed, rummaging through the rope chest. “And a squid. Same difference.”

"Two witches? As in you watched them getting kinky?" he licked his lips, tasting her salty caramel essence. "Not sure I want to know about the squid though," he added, one eyebrow arched as she looked up from her task.

She rolled her eyes and turned back around, throwing the harnesses out of her way, "They were demonstrating in case I needed to do it for myself in the future."

Ronan stripped his clothes and leaned back on the bed, smirking. “Show me, then.”

Aeaid grabbed a coil of black silk rope, heart pounding.

Her face flamed red as she saw his naked body for the first time. His chest was rippling with muscle at every angle, his body built in a swimmers build with a wide shoulder span and narrowing at the waist.

His thighs were thick and looked strong from swimming, but what really snagged her attention was his c**k. It stood erect, pale with blue veins pulsing around the grey head. It seemed nearly twice the length of her hands, and make her swallow nervously.

Standing with the rope, she shook off her nervous energy mentally and straightened her back to fake her confidence. She was a princess, she feared nothing. Well, almost nothing but even those souless deep trollers wouldn't ruin this moment for her.

Left over right, under… through the thingy…

She wrapped the rope around his wrist, tried to loop it under the bedpost. The rope tangled, forming a knotted blob.

“f**k. Wait,” she muttered, biting her lip.

Ronan’s c**k twitched, hard as stone. “Need help?”

“No!” she snapped, tugging harder.

The knot cinched tighter. The other end whipped around, slapped her in the face.

“Ow!” she yelped, stumbling back. Her bare ass hit the cold iron bedframe; she yelped again, dropping the rope.

Ronan laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed. “Goddess, you’re beautiful when you’re pissed.”

“Don’t mock me!” she snarled, hair falling in her eyes.

“Never,” he swore, voice shaking with laughter. “Come here.”

He caught her wrist, tugged her close.

Ronan stood, towering, and took the rope from her shaking hands. His eyes darkened, fangs glinting.

“Let me show you,” he growled.

Aeaid’s breath caught. Wetness pooled between her thighs.

His hands moved with predator grace: rope snaked around her wrists, over the soft swell of her breasts, wrapping under, around, between.

Aeaid whimpered. The silk bit into her skin, pressure and heat making her n*****s pebble, breath quicken.

The rope cinched her arms behind her back, framing her breasts. Her chest heaved; the bindings rubbed deliciously against hardened peaks.

“Too tight?” Ronan asked, voice like gravel wrapped in velvet.

“No,” she panted. “More.”

He added a loop around her waist, knot pressing her c**t. Every movement sent sparks racing up her spine.

“Now,” Ronan murmured, voice low, “kneel.”

Aeaid sank to the stone floor. Her knees burned, but the pain sharpened the hunger roaring inside.

Ronan stood over her, c**k hard, head flushed, veins pulsing.

He gripped her hair, tilting her head back. “Open.”

She obeyed. The rope dug into her shoulders; her wet folds clenched at the rough command.

Ronan slid his c**k into her mouth, slow. His taste: salt, copper, him. Exquisite, unlike anything she had ever tasted before.

She moaned around him, tongue swirling. The knot against her c**t pressed harder; her hips bucked.

“f**k, yes,” he hissed, tightening his grip.

He thrust shallowly, eyes locked to hers. The bond thrummed, raw and wild.

Aeaid drooled, spit sliding down her chin, dripping on her breasts. The rope soaked it up, making it slicker.

Ronan’s hips sped up, breath ragged. “Good girl,” he rasped.

Her p***y fluttered around nothing, desperate. The knot teased her c**t mercilessly.

He pulled out, c**k glistening with her spit. “On the bed,” he ordered, voice harsh with need.

She stumbled up, balance ruined by the rope and nearly face-planting into the mattress. “f**k—!”

Ronan caught her, laughing low. “Careful, guppy.”

“I swear,” she panted, “if you call me that again—”

But he kissed her, devouring, stealing the threat from her tongue.

He pushed her onto the bed, face down, ass raised.

The rope framed her curves, breasts spilling against the sheets.

Ronan’s hand traced the lines. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

Then — a sharp smack to her ass.

She yelped, surprise flashing to molten heat.

Again. His palm cracked against her skin, the sting blossoming into fire.

Aeaid moaned, hips rocking. The knot ground against her c**t; pleasure spiked, dizzying.

“Count,” Ronan growled.

“O-one,” she gasped.

Smack.

“T-two!”

Smack.

“F-f**k! Three!”

Her voice broke; tears pricked her lashes. But the pain lit every nerve alive.

After five, he paused, palm resting on her burning skin.

“Color?” he asked, voice soft.

“Green,” she panted, tears dripping onto the sheets. “f**k, please…”

Ronan’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers brushing soaked folds. “So wet,” he murmured. “For me?”

“Yes!” she moaned, grinding helplessly.

He pushed two fingers in, slow, crooked them. Her walls clenched, rope tightening against her ribs.

“Ronan—!”

“Say it,” he growled, lips near her ear.

“Yours,” she sobbed. “I’m yours!”

His fangs grazed her neck, promise and threat.

Then he slammed into her from behind, thick and hard, splitting her open. The stretch made her cry out.

Her breasts bounced, bound by rope; the knot crushed her c**t with every thrust.

Ronan’s hips pounded, his breath hot on her back. “Mine,” he snarled.

“Yours!” she screamed, voice hoarse.

The bond blazed white-hot, electric.

His hand tangled in her hair, yanked her head back. Fangs sank into her shoulder.

Pain and pleasure collided, drowning her in ecstasy.

She came, body shuddering, rope biting deeper. p***y clenched so hard it milked his c**k.

Ronan groaned, spilling inside her, c**k pulsing.

They collapsed, panting, tangled in sweat and silk.

For a moment, silence — only the crash of distant waves.

Then: Aeaid tried to roll over. The rope trapped her arms; she wobbled, nearly fell off the bed.

“f**k!” she squeaked, legs kicking.

Ronan caught her, laughing breathlessly. “You’re a mess.”

“It's your fault,” she shot back, face flushed.

He kissed her sweaty hair. “Best f*****g mess I’ve ever seen.”

They lay tangled, salt and blood drying on their skin.

Outside, thunder rumbled far off — the sea stirring.

Aeaid’s gaze drifted to the horizon.

A shadow moved beneath the waves, vast and ancient.

Her stomach tightened.

The leviathans were coming.

And she’d have to tell Ronan soon — before the dark reached the shore.