Mercy, Mercy

Mercy, Mercy

Summary: Morganti, tired of all the ‘Femme Fatale’ vampires, namely his lover, he can have is tempted. Whatever Morganti wants, Morganti gets. So when he seeks the eye of an unwilling human, let’s see where this will lead him…OC, Minor, Solo/Voy, Slave, Oral, BP, VS, M/F, N/C, M/F/F, Humil, D/S, MaleDom, FemDom & BDSM.

A/N: Well, hi, all ^_^’! Well, there isn’t much to say besides this is my first original ‘erotica’ dark fic, so, yeah told you. Oh yeah, there is some light fluff in this first chapter, but after that, it’s pretty dark…Besides that, I hope y’all enjoy this!


Yes, He lecherously thought as he studied the sleek girl’s amnesiac behavior in response to his secret leers. So young and so naïve, He mused, slightly sneering at her childish behavior as he shifted around on his perch in the tree right in the park, just to soothe the pain of his growing erection. She was a pretty one, comely little lass of 18, or hell, 17 years.

He furrowed his brow as he thought; knowing Drusilla was not going to appreciate him dragging home another unwilling wench, especially an unwilling human wench. Bah, forget her, He thought as he snorted out loud, thinking of what she would say. Drusilla was becoming quite the pain nowadays. She had the exact nerve to become jealous when he brought some beautiful countesses home, but doesn’t want to hear a peep when she ‘visits’ his half-brother, Apollo.

A genuine smirk dawned on his face as he thought of his dear brother. That filthy half-breed bastard had always been the source of his troubles. At first, he had all the attention from his father, that bastard who also had a keen eye for human women. Now, he stole the sheer love that his mate and mistress, Drusilla, once had from him. He growled in a low tone, wondering if he could win her back with his new human slave…Damn! He wasn’t even supposed to like humans!

Fuck, he didn’t know what in all 7 Hells had led him to goggle at such a pathetic human, a pathetic human female, at that. But, he had to agree with his inner demon, that little minx sure had a good, working pair of---

Goddamn this, He silently cursed to himself as he darkly brooded over what be best of him to do. A moment of arrogant contemplating soon evolved into a lusty, hazy vision of him fucking the little wench from behind, inking her delicate, ivory-white neck with his pointed fangs, listening to her little moans as he came into her little body. Licking his lips, he knew he had reached his decision.

Fuck, like this was ever going to be a challenge for me, He cooed in an arrogant, pompous manner. Waving his hand, he gathered his thoughts and tried to shake them off. This was simply too much for someone as lordly as himself and he grew tired of waiting for his prey. Yes, all mine. All for this vampire lord to take, He mused as a sinful smirk loomed on his usual placid, yet aristocratic features. Yes, this was going to be rewarding. In a flurry of dark hair and even darker robes, complete with steely amethyst eyes, he was out of sight with only one intention in mind.

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The girl shivered as she walked walked through the almost desolate park. It was near sundown and she knew she shouldn’t be lurking outside, especially with all the reports of those unfortunate dead women. She covered her tiny body with her arms, letting her natural champagne blonde hair fall around her shoulders. She shivered again, the fine, blond hair on the back of her neck pricking up as she sensed someone behind her. Swiftly turning around, she met nothing. Shrugging it off as the wind, she turned back around, only to scream as a large hand covered her mouth.

The male behind her was a little shocked to hear her scream and bite his hand. “Ow, Halle!” He shouted, waving his hand around as the girl’s eyes flashed over from shock to embarrassment.

Halle squeaked, her hands flying to her mouth as it made a small ‘O’, finally realizing that she just bit the dreamiest boy in school: Atsako Haruko. “Haru-san! I am so sorry! I-I am more than sorry, I’m--” She started, only to be cut off by Haru.

Haru blinked, but put his hand up, signaling her to stop. “Hey, hey. It’s ’kay.” He said, smiling brightly at her, which made her melt like a hot pot of chocolate on the inside. He then dropped his smile and looked around at their settings. Soon, He turned back to Halle, a goofy-like smile staining his usual ‘Bishonen’ face. “Hey, Hal-chan. What are you doing out so late at night?” He jested, still smiling as he poked her shoulder. “Thought you were ‘fraid of the dark…”

Halle just rolled her eyes and waved away his prodding digit. “Usotsuki! Who told you that crap?” She snorted, flipping her tousled straw colored mane to the side. She then mentally hit herself for it. It was a no-no in Harajuku17 monthly to flip your hair; it was a sign that you were nothing more than a flirt.

Haru seemed to let the hair flip go by because his gaze was focused on her dainty pink lips. He then snapped out of his odd gaze to stare into those green pools she called ‘eyes’. Without thinking, he moved in for a delicate kiss, more like a light caress of their lips.

She was just as deeply shocked as him to have been kissed by someone who they both been dreaming about. When they pulled away, she was left staring into his chocolate eyes. She then looked away; her cheeks tinged a light, rosy pink.

Haru smiled more staring at her. “Um, hey…Do you wanna see a-a movie…Friday?” He asked, faltering on some of his words.

Before he could really finish, Halle leaped into his arms, nodding wildly. “Yes!” She said, hugging him tightly. He just smiled and nodded, breaking the embrace after a moment. “Well, see yah Friday!” He yelled back as he jogged the opposite way, waving at her.

Halle just sighed like the teen girl she was and went back her way, making tracks to get home in time…

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Morganti snarled viciously, boring down an angry glare at the male who had kissed his soon-to-be mistress. His inner demon as thrashing at the chains, demanding to be let out so it could slay that treacherous other male and claim his wonderful prize. He growled again when he caught the scent of slight arousal leaking out from that male.

“If I ever catch that human, I will surely castrate him…” He growled, coming out as a low rumble that stained his usual silky smooth baritone voice.

Seeing his new wench on the move again, he began to stretch his wings, soon taking off into the air. It did not take long for her to stop in front of a small white split-level home. He smirked as he wondered her reaction when she is introduced to her new home.

As he mused over her, Halle had entered into the small home, standing in the middle of the living room. After standing there, looking around the rather dark home, she shuddered as she moved towards the kitchen; she knew something obviously was not right. On their crème refrigerator was a quick note from her mother. She quickly scanned over the small drawl that was of her mother. With a quick sigh, she set the letter down, knowing that her mother was not going to be home so soon. She sighed again as she went back to her room, quickly grabbing some extra clothing then she strutted over to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she walked over to the curtains, flinging them open. She then smiled, knowing that she could shower with all the curtains open because no one was home and they just about lived in the middle of nowhere.

Morganti watched her carefully, seeing she was to bathe. A large smirk settled on his features as he shifted again, trying to calm his already hard cock.

Halle then stripped and stood under the shower, letting the hot water run down her hair and all over her hot body. She grabbed some soap, dabbing it on her hand, letting the Vanilla-Cinnamon scent grasp her senses. She then began to massage the soap with her bare hands, working its’ innocent scent in to her opposite arm.

Moving upwards, towards the top of her sternum, rubbing in the intoxicating body wash. She bit her lip, wondering what this ‘masturbation’ she had heard a group of well-known sexually active girls talking about. When she asked, her friends were a little surprised, but hesitantly told her. They said it felt good and relieved tension. She personally had never tried it, but she felt daring enough to do it now. Biting her lip, she boldly moved her hand across her breast, surprised to find that it did feel good. She then pinched one of her pink nipples, eliciting a feminine moan from herself.

As her left hand worked at her breasts, her right hand was in search of something sweeter. It trailed down past her ribcage, past her bellybutton, down to her rigid, virgin pussy. She stimulated her clitoris with her thumb, exciting her two folds with her index finger. After a while of teasing herself, she plunged her fingers deep inside of her, moving them in and out. Crying out and writhing from the pain and pleasure she was experiencing, she was oblivious to the voyeur hiding in the trees…

Morganti couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He smirked again as he ran his hand down from place on his stomach, down into his pants. Stroking his hard erection, he wondered if his bitch would like it from behind. Snapping back to the scene that was clearly visible from the tree he was perched in; He stared at one of her pink little nipple that was dripping with water, sweat and that sweet Vanilla scent. He almost spilt his seed when he saw her one of the hands working at her tight, little cunt. Figured the little bitch was a virgin, He figured to himself as his fingers traced lightly around the head of his cock. After a moment of suspicion and hesitation, he finally freed his rock-hard cock, grasping it as his hand pumped up and down it. His eyes bulged out of his head like a cartoon character as he witnessed the breath-taking view right in front of him…

Halle slammed her head into wall, crying out in pleasure as a small torrent of slightly sticky juiced leaking from her already slick pussy. She rocked her head back into the wall, hurting it slightly. When she was done, she reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her hot, sticky cunt, darting her emerald eyes around. Everything was getting dark, and then lighter, everything was blanking out on her. What was happening?

Morganti reached his climax when he saw her reach hers. He grunted, his sticky white seed flowing all over his pristine black robes. With a quick incantation, it was like new again. He then stared at Halle, watching her head slam repeatedly into the wall. He then smirked, knowing what was to happen next and what he was going to do.

Halle frantically turned off the shower as the room seemed to get darker and darker. She pulled on her undergarments and emerald sailor top she had. Grabbing the jade skirt that went with the top, the world went black as he head hit the tile.

Morganti chuckled as he closed the sliding window behind him, picking up the unconscious girl. “Mine, all mine.” He chuckled, tucking away the poison powder he had used. He then raced back to the window, taking off into the air with his new slave girl in mind…

Yes, mine. Mine, all mine.

A/N: So what y’all thought? Loved it, hated it, or was it okay? Tell me in a review please! Loves y’alls!