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Title: [Untitled fantasy smut project]

Genre: Fantasy, Smut

Chapter: 1

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Chapter Rating: NSFW 18+

Series Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

Chapter Content Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Explicit smut, Male masturbation, M/F smut scene, Oral (F receiving), Foreplay, F Edging

A/N: This is a story that began with the idea of two characters starting with an intense physical relationship but then developing into an emotional one. I'm hoping that the longer this story continues the more it will go from smut to fluff. I'm hoping this prologue will introduce the two leads well, and I know I'm not the best at writing and I would appreciate any feedback. Anyways without any further ado, I hope you enjoy!

Also special shoutout to @g00-d0mens for giving me encouragement and feedback while writing. Love ya hen.

— Chapter 1 —

Lawrence blinked in confusion. His ruby coloured eyes wide with disbelief. Hexed. He, a vampire aristocrat, hexed. That couldn’t be right. He was above the tricks of human sorcery. He was Lawrence Viscara, pure blooded vampire royalty. There must have been some other explanation. Perhaps his family’s physicians had missed something. Yet the same pride that drove such thoughts also told him that all who served the Viscara house were second-to-none, his blood would tolerate nothing less. 

“It’s quite a peculiar affliction.” the physician chimed, “It’s a tailored variation of the Amor’s Arrow Hex.”

“I don’t care what it is. Merde!” Lawrence snapped, “Why, or better yet, HOW is it that a mere love charm is affecting me?!” he spat. 

“Well I did say it was tailored…” the physician murmured.

Lawrence pinched his brow and let out a frustrated sigh, “And what exactly does ‘tailored’ mean in this sense?”

“Well,” the physician began, his eyes lighting up, “much like curses, hexes are stronger when their target is better defined or, as I mentioned, tailored. In a case like this for something a simple as an Amor’s Arrow hex to affect a pure blood such as yourself means-”

“-that someone is targeting you specifically.” a woman interrupted. 

“Tati!” Lawrence exclaimed, uncrossing his legs and straightening his posture. 

“Madame Viscara,” the physician uttered, standing to bow. 

Eleanor Viscara flowed into Lawrence’s bedroom as if she were the very embodiment of ancient lineage, her stride a living testament to generations of power and prestige. Each step she took was measured, each stride of her majestic gait deliberate, as to invoke a sovereign majesty, born not of mere descent, but of a sacred, violent heritage. Her hair, the same pale blonde as her nephew’s, was neatly fashioned in a traditional braided updo. She wore a purple brocade dress, hand woven with an intricate design, telling the stories of bloodsoaked battles and fallen kings. The various jewels, necklaces and rings that adorned her whispered to the preferences of previous heads of the Viscara bloodline. 

“Laurie, ma poupée, you look haggard.” Eleanor stated, a hint of affection in her tone, as she took the seat the physician stood from. 

“Tati, I-”

“Don’t fret, you’re not the first of our blood to fall victim to a curse or two,” she jested, “just a handful of millenia ago, before you were born, your cousin got on the wrong side of a Djinn. For a decade the blood he drank tasted of what he could only describe as wood chips and pencil shavings. Although he seemed to have acquired the taste, even today he’ll often drink blood with a vile accompanied bottle of Malört.”

“But why would someone hex me?” Laurie implored, “And why with… This?”

“You,” Eleanor began, stroking Lawrence’s cheek,  “are too beautiful for your own good, and I would imagine that whoever did this had… rather perverse intentions. Rassure-toi, ma poupée, our blood is strong and will fight this with time, during which I will have to keep you out of sight.”

“Out of sight?” Lawrence questioned, “for how long?”

“Until this affliction subsides, Laurie. You know how important it is for us to maintain our public perception, we cannot allow any hint of weakness to show, and unlike with your cousin this isn’t something you’d be able to bear with and hide.”

“I-” Lawrence hesitated. He wrestles with the idea of trying to hide it, but memories of the previous night when he experienced it for the first time told him otherwise. The unforgiving heat that welled up inside him. His futile attempts to quench the fire that burned at him from within. His whole body flushed, sensitive to every touch, even the smallest brushing against his bedsheets sending shocks to coursing through his body. By the time sunlight began creeping through his curtains and the effects subsided he was left breathless in sheets soaked through with sweat and cum.

He had to submit to the truth. She was right. 

“If I may,” the physician offered respectfully, “although there is no ‘cure’ to an amor’s arrow hex there are recommended treatments. The method with the most studied benefits is-” the physician paused, reading their gazes and trying to come up with the best words as not to insult. 

“Well, go on?” Lawrence huffed, “If there’s any way to speed up the process just spit it out already.”

“Physical intimacy-” the physician muttered before clearing their throat, “Physical intimacy has been noted as the fastest method of causing the effects to subside.”

“Ah… oui. There is always the chance that the caster will try to approach you, or worse this could be a planned attack on our standing. I’ll make arrangements.”

—

Syrath was busy when his agent called him. His tongue buried deep within a woman he’d met only a few hours prior. 

“Sy… please… ” the woman begged.

Syrath let his teeth scrape softly against her, a silent warning. He was enjoying every moment of her frustration, relished every whimper, every jolt she couldn’t control. Her thighs clenched around his head and her fingers gripped the pitch black wisps of his hair. He instinctually knew exactly where to lick, where to poke and prod to take her right to her limits, and when to stop to keep her from going over the edge. He gripped one of her thighs and pushed it aside, freeing his lips to wander up her body, against her abdomen, brushing her ribs, over her breasts, against her neck, along her jaw, nipping gently at her earlobes. He pulled back and licked his lips, darkened and wet with saliva, a satisfied smirk on his face. His sunset coloured eyes met hers, and he savoured every drip of her ecstasy. 

“I told you, I’d make you beg.” Syrath purred, his voice smoother than silk. He ran his hand along her thigh, teased his thumb on her clit and spread her with his fingers, his tip pressed against her opening. He loved it, seeing his partners laid bare before him, a thin sheen of perspiration coating their body. It filled him with dark and wanton desires.

— End of Chapter 1—

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A/N: I just want to give a massive thank you for reading this all the way to the end. I know I left it on quite the tease, but I think it makes sense for introducing a character like Syrath lol. I'll hopefully be posting a new chapter once a month as long I can keep myself from procrastinating and life doesn't get too hectic. Again any bit of feedback would be greatly appreciated and I hope you'll continue this story with me. Who knows where this'll end up?

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Chapter 2 Teaser

“Do you have any qualms with any of our terms or any other questions?”

“I’ve got the gist. But there is one thing,” Syrath turned his attention to Lawrence, “So, are you a virgin?”

End of Chapter 1...

(Side note: I typed the whole thing on here and as I was about to post it, it gave me an error. I was so pissed that I did all that typing for nothing! So I just took pictures and that's about it. Anyways... More chapters on the way! Enjoy chapter 1!)

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In all the time since the Cullens had moved to Forks, Mitsuko Tanaka had probably spoken to them once. Even when Bella Swan had moved into town and had somehow quickly become entangled with them, Mitsuko still only ever saw them in passing.

If it wasn’t for a friend’s severe mental state, she probably wouldn’t have noticed when the Cullens left a few months ago. She’d tried to be there for Bella, often appearing at her house with various baked goods, but her friend remained unresponsive. Instead, she began to help Charlie around the house since Bella was unable to help in her condition.

This continued for nearly half the school year, Mitsuko’s worry never lessening even after Bella rejoined the group’s table. Then suddenly one day she’d arrived at school to discover that the Cullens had suddenly reappeared, their table occupied once more.

She’d asked Bella what had happened, but her friend simply excused that The Cullens had simply missed their friends too much. ‘What friends?’ She remembers thinking. The only people the Cullens interacted with was Bella, and that was mainly because she was dating Edward.

Yet, despite the mysterious disappearance and reappearance of the Cullens, the strangest thing Mitsuko experienced was that Edward would now follow Bella to their group's table at lunch. Mitsuko had never even had a single conversation with this guy, and now he was suddenly sitting with them at lunch. Additionally, even then he never really spoke to her; he simply held Bella’s hand and would listen to the rest of the group interact.

She tried to ignore her overthinking and focus on her studies; graduation was coming up, and she wanted to be prepared for college and enjoy her time with her friends before some moved away.

Mitsuko had grabbed her lunch bag from her locker before going to the cafeteria and sitting down at her usual table. She uttered a ‘Hi’ to Bella and her boyfriend, who was already sitting down, before joining in with the lively conversation.

"Jess, are you still worried about your speech?” She’d asked her friend, and she scribbled away on a notepad.

“I just don’t want it to be a stereotypical graduation speech, ya know?”

“You’re getting too stressed about it, here." Mike spoke before stealing the notepad from the girl, “My fellow students. Cool. Right? We are the future. Anything is possible, if you just believe.”

Both Mitsuko and Angela laughed at his antics, with Angela adding a sarcastic “Nice” between her laughter. Ignoring the two, he continued, “Blah, blah, blah, and you got yourself a speech.”

He passed the notepad back to Jess, who ripped the bag out before speaking, “No, this will be my speech. When I want everyone to throw diplomas at my head. So, thank you.” As she spoke, she crumpled the piece of paper and threw it back at Mike’s face.

He ignored the paper and smiled smugly before replying, “Ya gotta embrace the cliches, Jess.”

“They have the bread and butter of all valedictorians,” Eric chimed in from next to Angela, causing her to also chime into the conversation. “And that is why you are not valedictorian.”

“Give the guy a break, Ang,” her boyfriend Ben spoke up, his arms wrapping around her shoulder.

“And Jess doesn't need clichés. Speech is gonna be epic.” Bella spoke up, smirking at the boys, earning a proud smile from Jess.

“Epic? It'll change lives.” She stated confidently.

“I’m sure it’ll change mine." She nudged Jessica as she spoke, earning an appreciative side hug. The group was interrupted from continuing when three other Cullens approached the table and sat down.

Alice and Emilie would occasionally join their group during lunch, mainly so Alice could spend time with Bella. However, Mitsuko found herself getting along with the pixie’s gorgeous girlfriend the more they spoke. Today, Alice had somehow managed to drag Jasper to the table as well, pushing him down into the seat next to Mitsuko.

“I’ve decided to throw a party.” Alice announced brightly as she took her seat.

“After all, how many times are we gonna graduate high school?” Emilie smirked as she spoke, and Mitsuko heard Edward stifle a laugh. Weird.

“A party? At your place?” Angela asked, confused by the sudden invite.

Jessica had immediately perked up at the invitation, “I’ve never seen your house.”

“No one's ever seen their house.” Eric leaned in, replying to Jessica.

“I’ve heard it’s in the woods or something…” Lauren spoke up in mock disgust, but Mitsuko knew she was just as excited as Jessica.

“Another party, Alice?” Edward uttered, seemingly annoyed with his sister, to which Alice insisted, “It'll be fun.”

“Yeah. That's what you said last time.” Bella spoke, agreeing with her boyfriend’s hesitation.

“I think it’ll be fun…” She began to encourage when she noticed Alice start to zone out, probably upset at the less than enthusiastic reaction, but trailed off when she noticed Jasper stiffen next to her. “Hey, you okay?”

Surprised at the sudden question, the blonde turned towards her.  "Apologies, just had a sudden thought.”

“Oh yeah, I get those too; don’t worry.” Mitsuko comforted, unconsciously patting his arm in comfort. He stiffed again, and she was going to apologise until a feeling of dread washed over her. “Hey Angie, could you pass me my clear bag?”

Her friend furrowed her brows in confusion but still pushed the clear bag towards her. Mitsuko quickly unzipped it to pull out a strip of tablets. Before she could take her tablet though, a loud pained scream blared into her head, causing her to jump slightly and cover her ears.

"Suki, are you okay?” Katie whispered to her gently to avoid too much attention, “Did you miss your dosage this morning?”

Her close friends were the only ones aware that she took medicine due to her auditory hallucinations. She’d had from the age of fifteen, just before the Cullens had moved to Forks. Her mother had consulted with several doctors who had all come to the conclusion that while it wasn’t schizophrenia, they didn’t have any other diagnosis; she’d been on a prescription ever since.

The scream was continuous and getting louder, joined by various other screams making Mitsuko press her hands into her ears harder. Her head was pounding from the noise, and she was completely unaware of what was happening around; expect for a single comforting hand on her back rubbing her in circles. She tried to focus on the motion of the hand, forcing the screaming to quieten, allowing her to remove her hands and lift her head back up to face a table of concerned faces.

“I’m sorry guys, I don’t know what happened." She said quietly, still recovering from her small episode.

“It’s okay, we’re just worried about you, is all. Maybe you should go home and have some rest?” Angela suggested gently.

Mitsuko nodded in agreement and gathered her things, and as she stood, the hand finally moved from her back, and she realised who it belonged to. Jasper Hale had been the one gently rubbing her back; he was the hand that had grounded her. ‘Don’t overthink it; he’s just being nice,’ she chastised herself mentally before her mind could reel.

As she was walking through the cafeteria, she spotted her younger sister, Hoshiko, sitting with her own group of friends. She figured she should tell her sister rather than letting her worry, plus she was her ride home. “Hoshi!” She called to her sister, getting her attention.

“Suki, are you okay?” She asked as Mitsuko got closer. Hoshiko was aware of her older sister’s mental health and hallucination issues, but Mitsuko had made sure it didn’t affect her life too much. As the older sister, she felt her sister should always come first and had also instructed her mom as such, even when they were only a year and two months apart.

Mitsuko waved her sister off before reassuring her, “I’m okay, but I am going home early today, so could Rory give you a ride today?”

"Yeah, that’s fine." Hoshiko nodded in understanding, “Just message when you get home, okay?”

“Of course.” She then placed a soft kiss on her sister's head before heading to the nurse office. After she got the okay from the nurse, not that she really needed one, Mitsuko left the building and began walking to her car. It was a little white Mini Cooper; she was lucky enough to find one she could afford that was still in pretty good condition. She opened the doors and tossed her pink shoulder bag onto the pink leathered back seats, which she had done over the summer.

She tried to ignore the leftover feeling of dread from her episode and listened to the music on her custom CD on the way home. It was luckily a very relaxing car journey. Lucky because as she pulled in to her house, she noticed a police car waiting outside.

Concerned, Mitsuko scrambled to grab her and things and got out of the car. As she stepped into the house, she was greeted by Charlie and her mom sitting down in the living room, pausing in their conversation when the door audibly latched.

“I um had an episode today,” she said meekly, explaining her early arrival home. “What’s going on?”

“What don’t you sit down?” The police chief offered as her mom shuffled on the couch to give her daughter room to sit. Cautiously, she walked to the couch and gently sat down, preparing herself for the obviously bad news. “It’s Riley Biers; he’s gone missing.”

As Charlie spoke, Mitsuko felt the felling of dread return. She let out a small gasp in disbelief. “He’s studying at UW; he should be in Seattle.”

“Nobody’s seen him since last November,” he replied grimly. “Have you heard from him at all?”

“We haven’t really talked since he moved; he said that he’d been too busy with his friends.” She answered, rubbing her lips together while trying to stop the tears. “Why are you only telling us now?”

“His parents were mainly talking to the Seattle police, but they’ve just closed the case." He explained, his voice measured and calm, “So they’ve contacted me, and Forks PD are going to take the case.”

Mitsuko nodded in understanding, but her mind began to buzz, overwhelmed with her emotions. Her mom pulled into a hug, and she finally broke down as a sob escaped her lips. They stayed there for a few minutes, Charlie wanting to let her calm down before he left.

“I’m sorry, kid; let me know if you need anything.” He said to her a final time before heading out the door. Still buried in her mom’s tight embrace, she barely lifted her head to nod before burying her face again when she heard the click of the lock.

“I’m so sorry, Mitsuko.” Her mother whispered softly to her, pulling away. She allowed her mom to gently wipe her tears away. “How about to get some rest and make you some tea, okay?”

She nodded as much as she could with her face cupped in mom’s hands. Her mom stood and made her way to the kitchen to get everything ready. Mitsuko made the decision to get off the couch and make her way upstairs to her room; she pulled back her covers before lying down. Under the comfort of her bed, she felt her eyes grow heavy; the day had clearly taken its toll on her. 

So tired, she fell into a deep sleep, only awoken when she felt some pull back the covers again and crawl into the bed next to her. She opened her eyes to come face to face with her younger sister’s concerned face. “I guess mom told you what happened?”

“Yeah…” Hoshiko whispered back, “I just can’t believe it.”

She nodded before reaching out and pulling her sister into a tight hug. The sisters had always been close to Riley, having been his neighbours since they moved to forks at the ages of ten and nine, respectively. While Riley had drifted from them as he grew up, he still contacted them every now and then, always making the same joke about how they were only a year away from being twins. Neither of them would get that message again.

Yet as they held each other close, their pain washed away. While the world was harsh, the Tanaka sisters would always have each other.