Dewdrop Ghoul x Named OC
Dahlia Amato is arranged to become Cardinal Copia's prime mover. However it seemed Dewdrop had different plans and it was hard for her to say no to him.
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It was extremely dark wherever Dahlia Amato was laying. There wasn't a sound to be heard except her breathing. Dahlia moved to sit up on the bed, her hands felt the soft material of the sheets. It matched the black silk slip dress she was in that she didn't recognize. There was a single candle on the dresser next to her that gave her some insight of where she was. It certainly wasn't her bedroom, it felt too warm to be hers. The rooms in the abbey seemed to stay freezing cold all the time.
"Is someone there?" Dahlia could hear a slight shuffling sound to her right. Whatever it was drew closer to the bed where the woman sat. The presence wasn't terrifying, no it was her surroundings. It was too quiet for her liking, she didn't like hearing the sound of her own breathing.
"There you are pet." Dahlia could feel the tips of someone's fingers running up her leg. More so claws but the thought didn't frighten her, honestly it thrilled her. Taking a shaky breath, Dahlia took a glance up at the presence. Sitting closely next to her sat Dew now toying with the edge of her dress. He kept slipping his fingers just slightly underneath the dress that it made her breath stop.
"Are you scared?" He purred into her ear, the tip of his claw running down the length of her neck. The scent coming off in waves made his mouth water, his fangs aching at the thought of her withering underneath him. Dahlia turned her head to take another look at him, her heart pounding violently in her chest.
"No..." Dew chuckled at her attempt at being brave. He wouldn't hurt her unless she asked or maybe begged. The ghoul loved when they begged but he was certain her begging would become his favorite. Dahlia let him guide her to lay against the silk sheets while he straddled her hips. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to escape but that was the last thought on her mind at the moment.
"Beg for me pet." Dew slipped the straps of her flimsy slip dress off before moving to nip at her neck. Satan, he was going to enjoy marking the little prime mover up. The look on Cardinal Copia's face would be most satisfying when he saw what he had done to her. All marked up and begging for him made him harder than he had ever been before. Dahlia whimpered at the feeling of his fangs scrapping against her soft skin. She had never felt so alive before until this moment, not lost anymore or crying out for help. The only thing she felt was the her desire for him...
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Dahlia woke up in panic, her breathing heavy and the warmth becoming suffocating. Caro Satana slipped out her mouth as she pushed the loose strands of hair back. Guilt slowly crept in at the back of her mind. Having a sex dream about someone wasn't something she had often. Not that the church deterred people from having sex or exploring the body. Dahlia was just always kind of closed off. Nobody she had ever come across thrilled her not like how that ghoul did. Huffing at the thought of it all, Dahlia slipped out of her covers and threw on her robe. Maybe a walk around the gardens would cool her down. But first she had to change her lace underwear. There was no way she'd be comfortable walking around with how wet she had gotten.
