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Just as the clock struck four, a sudden, frantic pounding shook the front door jostling you out of your sleep. You shot up in bed, eyes blinking open slowly, adjusting to the darkness. You grabbed the shotgun from under your pillow, loading in a round and hopping off your bed.
You padded over to the front door, leaning up to peek through the peephole. On the other side of your door stood a man you had never seen before. About average height, pale white skin, tousled brown hair, and piercing blue eyes.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sight. What the hell was a white man doing on your porch in the middle of the night. The sane part of you told you to ignore him and go back to bed and that was exactly what you were about to do until you heard him pound on the door again.
Your jaw ticked in annoyance, cocking your gun back as you threw the door open. You pointed the shot gun at his face, finger hovering over the trigger.
“Can I help you?”
The man whistled, raising his hands in surrender. “Woah, easy there.”
You rolled your eyes, pointing the gun more firmly at him. “I’m not gonna ask again.”
The corner of his lips twitched up into a half smile before he suppressed it, “I need some help.”
“No.”
Your firm answer caught him off guard, brows rising in surprise. “I haven’t even said what I needed yet.”
You rolled your eyes, “I don’t care.”
He took a step closer, eyes wide and pleading, “Please ma’am.”
You thrusted your gun out, a warning for him to back off. “You got a lot of nerves showin’ up here in the middle of the night. You klan members are getting bold.”
His brows shot up, lips parting in disgust. “Ma’am.”
“Sir,” you mocked, finger still hovering over the trigger.
His gaze flicked down to where your finger rested on the trigger before back up. “Listen, if you could just put that gun down ma’am I could tell you why I'm here.”
You stared at him for a minute, sizing him up before slowly lowering the gun, but not too low in case you needed it.
“Thank you.”
“Answer the question now.”
He chuckled at your straightforwardness, “We’ll I happened to run into some car troubles down the road and your house is the only one out here so I figured i’d come ask for help.”
“Right.”
He rose a brow, “What, you don’t believe me?”
“Jus’ a bit strange is all.”
He hummed, “how so?”
“White man showin’ up on my property in the middle of the night askin’ for ‘help’”
“Ma’am I promise you I have no negative intentions to such a pretty lady as yourself.” His eyes raked over you slowly, taking in every detail. “I do quite like chocolate.”
You stifled a laugh, brows raising. “I’m sorry?”
He grinned, flashing his pearly whites at you. “Jus expressin’ my love for chocolate, ma’am.”
The gun in your hands completely lowered as you let a laugh slip past your lips.
His grin deepened at the sight, “Such a pretty laugh.”
“You’re pretty charming for a white man.” You commented, a smile spreading across your lips.
“Thank you sweetheart,” he flashed you a wink.
You didn’t notice the flicker of his eyes, the light diminishing just as soon as it came.
“I didn’t get your name.”
You smirked, raising a brow. “I didn’t give it.”
He chuckled huskily, his gaze trailing over you again, this time hungrier. His gaze flicked back up to your eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’m Remmick”
You said your name next, eyes darting down, tracking his tongue
He repeated your name quietly, as if tasting it. He smiled, nodding slowly. “Pretty name for a pretty lady.”
You giggled softly, smoothing out the front of your skirt with a smile. “Thank you.”
He nodded, gaze flicking behind you. “You alone?”
You opened your mouth to say yes but stopped yourself immediately. “No, my husband's upstairs.”
He rose a brow, surprise flickering across his face. “Married huh?”
You forced a smile, nodding along to the lie.
“Happily married or just married?” He joked, smirking once again.
You laughed at that, shaking your head. “Who knows?”
He chuckled, gaze raking over you again, this time slower, like he was undressing you with his eyes.
You shifted under his gaze, clearing your throat.
His gaze snapped back up to your face, “Shame you’re not alone.”
“What do you mean?”
He smirked, his gaze dropping to your mouth, lingering for a beat too long. He cleared his throat, straightening up, “You’ll find out soon enough.” With that he turned, walking off the porch, he turned back to flash you a smile. “See ya around beautiful.”
You didn’t say anything, you just closed the door, relocking it and trudging back to your room, shotgun still clutched in your hand.
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Like clockwork, Remmick showed up to your house at exactly 3:33 am every night. Not a minute before and not a minute later. You found it strange how he never came in the morning only in the dead of night. He’d knock on your door with a different excuse each time just so he could chat with you.
Sometimes he’d try to get you to invite him in or step onto your porch but you never did. You thought he was just being a flirt so you didn’t think too much of it. But that feeling of danger niggled in the back of your mind each time he tried to entice you.
He didn’t seem to care about your supposed husband, his flirts getting bolder and bolder. After a week of him wearing you down, you finally relented.
His lips spread into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up at the thought of finally getting to come in.
“Well, aren’t you gonna invite me in, love?” The way he was watching you so intensely sent shivers down your spine, and not the good kind.
You pushed those thoughts aside, smiling lightly as you stepped aside. “Yea, come in.”
As soon as you said those words the air shifted, a chilling breeze blowing in that made you shiver.
Remmick took a step forwards, crossing the threshold into your home. He kicked the door shut behind him, his gaze raking over your form hungrily, eyes flashing a bright white.
You blinked and it was gone, replaced by a warm smile.
“Lovely home you got here.”
“Thank you.”
He nodded, glancing around your home. “Your husband home?”
Husband?
You thought, confusion hitting you before you remembered the lie you told him.
You chuckled nervously, shaking your head. “He’s working late tonight.”
His eyes darkened as he stepped closer towards you, eyes raking over you again, “Good.”
You took a step back, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Remmick immediately cornered you, pressing you deeper into the wall, his hands resting beside your head.
Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, threatening to burst free from your chest.
“What’re you doing?” You murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
“Just stay still for me, love.” He murmured, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch, his skin ice cold against your skin.
He pulled back suddenly, eyes glinting with something dark. “You had somethin’ in your hair.” He murmured, stepping back with a tight smile.
“Oh.” You cleared your throat, wiping your sweaty palms on the front of your skirts.
Something about him was throwing you off, the way he was watching you had your senses on high alert. Your eyes darted down the hall to where your bedroom lie, with your shotgun stashed inside.
“Do you want some water or anything?” You asked politely, already backing towards the kitchen.
He shook his head, keeping his gaze locked on you as you inched away.
“I’ll be right back,” you said quickly, walking backwards a few feet before turning around.
You didn’t even make it another step before you were knocked out.
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You woke up a few minutes later, head pounding as you sat up slowly. You blinked, once, twice, eyes adjusting to the light.
“Mornin’”
Your gaze snapped over to the corner of your room where Remmick sat, mouth and lower face stained in blood.
Your jaw dropped, a loud scream ripping from your throat. You moved in an instant, digging under your pillow for your shotgun. You patted at the spot, your heart dropping to your stomach as you felt the empty space.
Remmick chuckled huskily, standing up from his spot, slowly walking over to you. “Looking for this?”
You glanced over at him, eyes zeroing in on your shotgun grasped firmly in his hands.
“I knew you were Klan.” You spat, venom laced in your tone.
He rose a brow, coming to a stop a few feet away from the bed. “Darlin’ if I was Klan I wouldn’t want to have you bent over, creamin’ on my cock.”
You gasped, taken aback by his bold statement, face heating up at his vulgar words. “Excuse me?”
“I said–”
You cut him off before he could repeat his bold statement. “I know what you said.”
“Good.” He lowered onto the bed, moving slowly towards you.
Before you could back up his hand shot out, grabbing your ankle and dragging you towards him until you were beneath him. He hovered over you, both hands planted on either side of your head.
“Hey baby.”
Your heart stuttered, slowly beating faster. His hand brushed against your cheek lightly and that’s when it hit you.
A memory that didn’t belong to you.
You had your back turned to whoever’s memory it was. And suddenly the person leaped on you, knocking you out in one swift motion before sinking their teeth into your neck.
You gasped loudly, recoiling from Remmick’s touch. You panted heavily as you stared up at Remmick, his sharp gaze, watching, waiting.
And it hit you. That was his memory.
Your hand shot up to your neck, feeling around for a bite mark. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you felt the telltale sign of a mark on your neck.
“It’s okay baby,” his hand cupped your cheek, lightly caressing your skin.
You subconsciously leaned into his touch, his cold skin soothing against your cheek. Something had shifted again, something that made you crave Remmick.
He smirked, thumb caressing your cheek more firmly, “That’s it.” He murmured, leaning down.
You leaned up, your body craving his, wanting to be closer to him. Your skin felt hot and clammy, heat rushing straight to your core.
Remmick’s lips met yours in a hungry kiss, lips and teeth clashing together. His hand trailed down to your chin, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, your tongue met his halfway, tangling together in a heated dance.
He broke the kiss, trailing hot open mouthed kisses along the column on your throat. Each kiss soothed your scorched skin, each swirl of his tongue had you squeezing your thighs together.
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Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, curls sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled back as his thick cock repeatedly pounded into you.
Each thrust sent you up the mattress, only for him to pull you right back down on his cock. His cockhead nudged into your cervix, bruising it with each thrust.
His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging your head back as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly ripping a sharp cry from your lips.
Your eyes were glazed over, drool spilling from your lips as he fucked you stupid.
His other hand slipped down to your stomach, pressing down on the bulge. You let out a whine, gummy walls squeezing around him.
“You feel me right there baby?” You nodded dumbly, tongue lolling out as he pushed down firmer.
His hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing circles on the bud as his hips rolled into yours slower, deeper.
The sensations had your head spinning, weakly pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.
He chuckled darkly, leaning over your body to press a kiss to your shoulder, “Can’t even string a full sentence together, can you?” he teased, biting down lightly on the sensitive skin.
His hand on your hair tightened its grip, yanking your head back to expose your neck to his hot mouth. He peppered kisses and sharp bites along your neck, leaving a trail of love marks.
“Bet you can’t tell me your own name.”
You whimpered, trying to pull your head back but he kept you locked firmly in his grip. “N-name’s…Y/n, “ you managed to rasp out.
He nodded, “See, you’re still smart.” He chuckled, hand moving away from your clit to grab a handful of your ass. “But smart is no fun, I like my pretty girl dumb and drooling.”
His hand left your hair, coming down to wrap around your throat, “Gonna make you so much dumber, baby.”
He leaned up, hand around your throat forcing you to look back at him. He pulled all the way until just the tip was inside, teasing your clenching hole.
“Think I’m gonna breed you.” He sucked in a breath, filling you back up in one thrust. “See if it’ll keep with us being undead and what not.”
Your eyes widened, “W-what, no, I-I don’t want-” he covered your mouth with his hand, slamming his way deep into your cervix.
“Shut up.” He grunted, fingers digging into your cheeks. “You’re my sweet chocolate now, my pretty little baby.” He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust. “You’re MINE.”
His thrusts took on a rougher edge, hips slamming into yours, knocking the air out of your lungs each time.
“Gonna leave my mark on you where everyone can see. They’ll all know a pretty lil thing like you is already spoken for…I’ll never let you go.”
You were sobbing, tears streaming down your face as his cock continued to slam into you. “I’ll never let you go, you’re mine. My sweet chocolate, all mine.” He growled into your ear, biting down on the lobe.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you baby…I’ll treat you so good, keep you fed, and happy… and pregnant.”
You whined, “Pregnant?”
He nodded, hips rocking against yours. “Oh my pretty little baby…I’m gonna breed you. Fill this tight pussy up with my children."
His words painted a picture in your head causing you to unintentionally clench around him.
He groaned, hips stuttering. “You like that idea, don’t you…” he huffed a laugh, free hand slipping down and rubbing small circles on your clit. “Bet you already feel like you’re knocked up. Belly all full of me.” He ground his hips into you, “Can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child…god you’ll be even more beautiful, sweetheart.” You whimpered, gummy walls clenching around him at the thought of him making you a mother.
His hand around your throat loosened enough to allow air, “Oh sweetheart, baby, my lil’ soon to be mommy…gonna be a good girl, right? You will, won't you?” One of his fangs nicked your shoulder, leaving little pin pricks of red as he continued rolling his hips into you. “Be my good lil girl, take everything I give you, right?”
You moaned, “Your good girl, I’ll be your good girl, I’ll take everything, yo-you, oh, baby I-I can’t-” He slowed, taking his teeth from your shoulder to press a kiss to the tiny wounds.
“You can.” He said firmly, snapping his hips into yours harshly.
You nodded, pushing back into him, “Yes, yes, I can do that for you, I’ll be so good, so good for you, please, please-” you babbled.
He chuckled, “Please what baby? What do you need?”
You whined, trying to move your hips, only for him press you down into the mattress once more, “Baby, c’mon…you have to say it, use your words, just like a good little girl”
“P-please, please, need more…please-” you hiccuped out.
He laughed, “Please what sweetheart?” hips rolling into yours, “Use your words for me, tell me what you want.”
“Please let me cum, baby, pretty please, I-I’ll be good, I swear, I-” you were cut off as he lifted you up onto your knees, one hand grabbing your hip to push you back onto him.
“Oh, now there’s an idea, you’ll be good? Think you can promise me that, sweetheart?”
You whimpered, nodding vigorously, “Yes, I can promise, I swear, I’ll be so good, please please please-”
A cruel laugh left his lips, “Begging so pretty for me baby? How could I say no.” his lips pressed against your shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss to your skin.
His hand found your clit again, rubbing tight circles as he rolled his hips into yours, “Be a good girl for me baby, cum for me, I wanna see you cum.” He punctuated every word with a deep thrust, “Can you cum for me? You’ll be such a good girl for me, baby, be so proud of you for doing this, just need that one thing from you, pretty”
“Oh baby-” your eyes rolled back once more as you cried out, head dropping to the mattress, unable to hold yourself up any longer, “I’m close, I’m so close, please, need you, need more-”
“That’s it sweetheart, there you go, you’re doing so good, keep doing just that, you can keep going for me, right? You’re my sweet, lil’ baby.”
You nodded, “Yes, I’m your baby, can do it for you, wanna be good for you.”
His hand was still rubbing circles on your clit, picking up the pace again, “Come for me baby, you’re doing so good, my pretty girl, you’re so pretty, need to see you come, want to make you feel good, like I promised.”
He was babbling now, his thrusts losing their rhythm, “Just need you to come for me, can you do that? Just a little more, baby, you’re so good, you’re doing such a good job for me.”
One final thrust had you cumming, walls squeezing around him tightly as you rode out your high. His hips continued snapping into yours as he helped you ride out your climax.
You moaned his name loudly, walls clenching around him tighter as your body trembled with the aftershocks. He came with a deep grunt, shooting hot ropes of cum into your tight pussy. Your walls milking him for each drop, he collapsed on top of you, sweaty bodies mixing together.
Remmick rolled over, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “You okay, baby?”
You nodded, snuggling into him.
He pressed a kiss to your head, pulling you closer as his cock softened inside you.