[Requested][Non-Despair AU!]

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     "My dark mistress," Gundham bowed as he greeted you at the door of his house, and you replied with a polite smile. "Please, do come in,"

     "No need to be so formal, Gundham," You replied softly, sweeping your hair back over your shoulder. You stepped into his house and he closed the door behind himself, and you kicked your shoes off to the side, just inside the ever so familiar hallway. "We're close friends by now, right?"

     "Of course," He said and released a dark, quiet chuckle as he closed the front door of his house behind you. "The abode is purely for us, for the time being,"

    "You mean the house is empty for now?" You laughed softly and watched as Gundham's cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. He hadn't bothered about how he spoke before, rather being quite proud of his quirkiness, though whenever you pointed it out or decided to needlessly translate, he became rather flustered – much to your amusement.

    "Yes, indeed," He nodded and re-situated his scarf, even though it was perfectly fine in the first place. He turned and wandered down the hall, and you followed him as you knew he wished – most of the time, it was easy to pick up on what he wanted, you were good at reading people, anyway.

    "What did you need my help with?" You asked as you approached the stairs, and he waited at the bottom for you, before taking your hand and 'helping' you up the stairs, though of course you could walk up them just fine on your own. "There's no need for that, Gundham,"

     "A lady of nobility should be treated as such," Gundham replied to your soft giggle with smile which appeared closer to a malicious grin, though you were used to that by now. You easily reached the top of the stairs and you dropped the hem of your dress again, which you'd lifted for ease of climbing. Long dresses weren't your usual choice, but being a Countess meant certain standards were expected of you, and so you always tried hard to maintain a face value, even if it was only for your title.

    "Psh, whatever, whatever," You replied, but with a soft joking smile as you followed Gundham along the hall and towards his room. You'd been here many times, since Gundham and you had grown a close friendship.

    "Your assistance is needed with a spell, or ritual, of sorts," Gundham responded, entering his room and picking up a lighter from the small table just inside the door, and he began to move around the dark room – he always kept the blinds of his room drawn firmly shut (no wonder he was so pale) – and began to light the countless candles he had placed around his room. The dark one seemed to be fond of mood lighting, not once had you seen him use a lamp or the overhead light in his room. Though, that was only in his room – his parents insisted he kept his strange preferences for lighting to his own room.

    "I see," You nodded softly and moved towards his desk, looking at the occult book which was laid open on top. It seemed old, the pages yellowing, and the cover bound in a fading blue leather, and the writing was spidery and hard to read. "Is this the one?"

    "Yes," Gundham replied, finishing lighting the last candle, and the faint scent of incense told you he had probably lit a stick or two on the way around. "The ritual, supposedly to unlock the next gate of knowledge, requires a pure blood sacrifice,"

    "And that's what I'm here for?" You smiled lightly at the humour of it, watching him move over to you from the corner of his eye, and the nod of conformation he gave you. "So, you're going to slit my throat, or what?"

    "Heavens, no!" Gundham declared loudly, and you snorted in amusement. "Simply a prick on the finger! Your soul is the purest I know of, and pure blood is the most potent!"

    "I'd be glad to help," You giggled softly and nodded.

    "Thank you, my dark mistress," Gundham bowed his head in respect, and from the faint candle light, he reached around on the desk and produced an elegantly decorated ritual knife and small glass vial. "This may hurt,"

    He gave the warning, and you nodded, extending your hand for him, and watched with a slight wince as he dug the point of the knife into one of your fingers, making sure the cut was large enough to bleed. He discarded the knife, and with a gentle squeeze to the cut, allowed your blood to dribble into the small glass vial.

     "Now, if you'd like to wait here, I shall complete my ritual then return and cook you some food," Gundham said with a boy, and you nodded.

    "Of course, good luck," You wished him well, and he flashed you another smile before leaving the room with the vial of your blood and small wood box he picked up from the desk. You picked up the book from his desk, hiked up your skirts and leapt onto his bed, thumbing through the pages to await his return.

     However, he returned far sooner than you were expecting – not that you were complaining, of course.

     "My dark mistress, it seems I have a s-small problem," Gundham said quickly as he swept into the room, the door closing and locking behind him almost instantly. The sweeping breeze of his jacket extinguished the closest candles, casting the doorway in shadows, but he strode back into the soft glow of the candle light.

     "What is it?" You stared at him dubiously as he paced back and forth anxiously, far too quick for comfort, and he shrugged off his jacket in aggravation, whirling around to hang it on a hook by the door, before beginning to tug at the bandages needlessly wrapping his had.

     "It seems something during the ritual went wrong," He replied with a soft, barely noticeable tremor to his voice, and he unwound the scarf from his neck, draping it on the back of the chair at his desk. When he turned to you, it was easier to see now that he was closer to the candle light, and so it was far easier to see the pink lightly dusting his cheeks and the obvious strain of his jeans.

    "A-Are you hurt?" You asked, your own cheeks heating – you were hoping to distract from the fact that you had clocked his very obvious erection, and he knew you had as well.

    "No, but I'm afraid you may be soon, my dark mistress," Gundham replied and you could easily detect the faint notes of breathlessness under his tone. He was before you in an instant, and he easily snatched up the book from your lap, tossing it carelessly behind him, and it fell to the floor with a soft thump and the sounds of turning pages.

    You didn't have time to think of how uncharacteristic this was as it seemed as though Gundham was upon you in an instant, pushing you down against the black silken sheets, the four-poster canopy rising above you.

    You felt his lean body press down on yours and his feverish panting just under your ear, and you shivered softly. His teeth instantly grazed the soft skin of your neck before clamping down in a weak bite and you released a choked gasp before the fleshy tip of his tongue traced a long line up your neck.

    "G-Gundham," You choked out breathlessly when you felt the hot kisses trailing up and down your throat and the nuzzling just under your jaw line. Your body was beginning to heat up too against Gundham's, his presence over you was complete and total, the heat was slowly beginning to radiate from him. "I-It's like you're in heat..."

    "That may be the case indeed, my lady," Gundham growled out lowly, taking your jaw into his hand sternly, bi-coloured eyes analysing you intensely. "I apologise for what's about to happen to you,"

    He pressed his lips against yours and you released a soft moan as the kiss was instantly hot and demanding, sucking the breath from your lungs and making it almost impossible to keep up. It became deep and intimate, tongue against tongue, and your heart was fluttering in your rib cage, you'd be surprised if Gundham couldn't feel it pulsing against his own chest.

    "W-Wait a moment," You gasped out once he released you from the kiss, and with a few gentle shoves on his shoulders, you managed to create enough room to wiggle free. He watched you closely as you shuffled off the bed and turned your back on him for a moment, glancing over your shoulder bashfully. "Unzip me?"

     Gundham's slightly confused and rejected expression instantly turned into a dirty grin as he rose from the bed too, reaching out and grabbing onto the zip of your dress, slowly pulling down and tracing the thin line of skin that he began to expose, and you shivered softly at the gentle caress of his fingertips.

      Once it was fully unzipped Gundham lightly pushed your dress down over your shoulders and watched with a dark chuckle as it easily slipped and fell to the floor, pooling around your feet. His lips found the side of your neck and you felt the deep rumbling chuckles, hands caressing up and down your sides and gripping at your hips.

     With another dark chuckle he released you, swiftly pulling his tank top over his head, and you dove back onto the bed, the silk sheets rippling around you. You watched him as he unbuckled his jeans, working hem down his legs and you felt the heat creeping into your cheeks and between your thighs and you quickly unclipped your bra, dropping it down somewhere beside the bed, and shimmying out of your panties. You knew exactly where this was going, and you were more than happy for it to head there.

    When you turned back to him, he was completely nude in the candle light, and he was releasing the curtains around his four-poster bed from their ties, drawing the dark net closed around the bed before climbing back on.

     "Protection," He grunted quietly, reaching back out, but you grasped his wrist tightly, cheeks flushed and eyes holding a wanton beg.

     "I'm on the pill," You stated, and though his cheeks flushed red, his lips curled up into a grin and you found your back against the silken sheets again as he nestled his hips between your legs. You didn't expect any teasing, and you were correct, his tip nudged lightly at your folds as he got more comfortable, and then he pushed inside.

    As you seen before, he was large and had a considerable girth, your walls stretching and closing up around him, so that the two of you released hushed whines and groans respectively.

     Gundham didn't wait, he was far too frustrated for that, the heat he had inadvertently cast on himself had driven him wild from the moment he realised what he had done. His hips pulled back, drawing himself out before plunging back in, dragging and pushing along your burning, slick inner walls.

     Your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth hung open in shock, soft pleasured sounds echoing from your throat, unable to constrict and hold them back as gradually but steadily his paced increased, building up and up, faster and faster. Not only that but he was pushing himself deeper, forcing himself further inside with grunts raising in volume, low growls rumbling next to your ear.

     Your own sounds of pleasure grew louder and louder, calling out to Gundham weakly with sinful moans as you began to tremble, the heat and pleasure making you gasp and twitch uncontrollably. You could tell that you were reaching your peak, and you didn't have to ask Gundham, his deep satisfied groans told you everything you needed to know.

     With a high-pitched cry and jolt, you reached your climax, heat shooting through your body and climbing up your throat, the euphoria and dizziness crashing over you in waves as you arched away from the silk sheets with a drawn-out whine of pleasure, slowly trailing away as you lost your voice and breath to the intensity of your orgasm.

     You barely felt him pull out, too pleasure numbed and hazy, but he released himself on your abdomen with a deep growl, followed by a satisfied sigh as he collapsed down in the silk sheets next to you, breath ragged.

     Slowly, the effects of your highs began to wear off and you looked over at him with a sleepy smile. He was staring at you bashfully, cheeks flaming red.

     "Th-Thank you, my dark mistress," Gundham rushed out quickly, and you giggled softly, your own cheeks still a rosy shade of pink.

     "Anything for you, Gundham," You replied softly, and he shyly returned the smile you sent him. You rolled over on the silken sheets, curling into his side, and after a moment of watching you – still incredibly flustered after what he had just done – he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tight into his side.

      "I think this makes us... a little more than friends," Gundham said shyly, and you smiled, tracing the shape of a heart against his bare chest.

     "If that's what you want," You replied softly, eyes sliding shut as you could feel sleeping lulling you closer and closer.

     "Absolutely," You heard Gundham say softly, and felt his lips gently against your forehead as you began to drift away. "Rest well, my dark queen."

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