Vampire Hunter (Darkstalkers) Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny ❯ Destiny ( One-Shot )

Destiny by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any profit from the characters of Darkstalkers or Night Warriors.

Warning: This story contains rape, and blood play. It is NOT for underage readers.

Author's Note: I have no idea why I made this story. It just happened. The scenes came to me at random and I just typed them. It's a love/hate triangle thing starring Demitri, Donovan, and Morrigan. Yeah, I know: a vampire, a monk, and a succubus. Truly outrageous, but that is what some fan written stories are all about, outrageous scenarios.

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The vampire Demitri could smell his prey. The delicious fragrance of hybrid blood beat a tattoo of need straight to his cold, black heart. It was almost as if his soon to be victim was calling out to him, beckoning him to come and ease the pain of death. Demitri jumped from the rooftop and flew into the darkened alley. He could hear the sounds of human activity beyond the red brick walls that formed the alleyway.

He could see a limp body at the end of the alley. It appeared to be riddled with wounds. Demitri wondered what had befallen the hybrid. Sudden awareness, a familiar scent revealed to him who the hybrid was.

"Donovan," he whispered his enemy's name with both admiration and hate. Out of habit, he took a few steps back, fearing that the hybrid had plotted some sort of ambush against him. He waited for half an hour, and when he saw that the hybrid was truly unconscious, he came forward to investigate.

Donovan had clearly been attacked by another demon. Demitri wondered what manner of creature had been able to defeat the noble monk. Demitri noticed that Donovan's weapon was gone. His little companion seemed to be missing as well. Demitri pondered on what to do with the dying hybrid. He could feast on the monk's succulent blood, a smell that was as tantalizing as Morrigan's breasts, or he could finish off the monk, and put him out of his misery. Both options appealed to him greatly. He was a bit famished, but the mystery of Donovan's state interested him more than his hunger.

He wrapped the long thick braid of the monk around his hand, pulling him upright. The hybrid did not even grunt in pain. Demitri tossed him over his shoulder and turned into his demon form. He took to the air and flew with Donovan towards his castle.

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Morrigan stared down at the injured Donovan in disbelief. He was still alive.

"Amazing," she whispered. She still could not believe that her lover had brought the hybrid to his domain. The very thought of Demitri's actions aroused concern in her. Why would Demitri save him? Donovan had wanted to kill Demitri for so long. The monk was mad. It would explain why he had chosen to devote his life to killing his own kind. Now he was here, so close to Demitri. A shiver ran down Morrigan's spine. She could sense her lover watching her in the shadows. The sun was still up. He would not risk coming to her when shafts of light filled some areas of the room.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked him.

"I am not tired," he answered her.

Morrigan went to him in the darkened corner and drew down the neckline of her white blouse. Demitri wasted no time in puncturing her throat. He hungrily devoured her blood, his tongue languidly playing with the deep wounds. Morrigan embraced her powerful lover and let him drink his fill.

"Why is he here, Demitri? You do realize that he can kill you when you least expect it."

Demitri gave her flesh one last lick before he lifted his head and said, "I know the dangers of his presence." He ran his fingers through her hair and asked her, "Does he frighten you?"

Morrigan flushed with embarrassment. "Of course not," she said. "I am more concerned with your welfare than my own safety, my lord."

Demitri grinned. "Are you, my sweet? Then you will not mind watching over him for a few days."

Before Morrigan could protest, Demitri tilted her head up to look at him. He kissed her pink lips and said, "Do this for me."

Morrigan nodded in compliance. She would do anything for him. Even help the hybrid monk to heal.

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He was in such pain. The threat of death seemed real. It was ironic. After so many years of wanting to get rid of his Darkstalker blood, now death was upon him, and fear consumed him. He had never imagined that getting rid of his Darkstalker half would come to this. He wanted to live.

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Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. Morrigan watched the salty drops splatter against the white sheets. The hybrid truly fascinated her. As a succubus, she was drawn to all things sensual, and the monk's weakened state was more of a turn on than she had realized. She was startled that her body wanted him. After all, he was her enemy and Demitri's nemesis. There was no place in her heart for him. Demitri claimed that honor. However, Donovan's plight, and his attitude towards his heritage made her want to learn more about the monk.

Morrigan wrung out a washcloth and bathed the hybrid's forehead. He still had a fever. He had been muttering in his sleep about some awful curse. Morrigan wondered if the curse he spoke of referred to his breeding or an actual blight.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her. Morrigan pulled back the washcloth and returned his gaze.

"An angel of death," he whispered.

Morrigan stiffened.

"Is this how I am to die?"

"You're not dying."

"Why am I here?"

"You were injured. Demitri brought you to me."

"An angel that lies…" he muttered wearily.

Morrigan stroked his braid. This was her lover's enemy. It seemed like sacrilege to touch him. She wondered how the brown strands would feel on her skin if it were loose.

Her demon nature ached to be satisfied. She was a succubus and was entitled to taking what she wanted when she wanted from who ever she wanted. That she would select this monk as her next target, made no difference. She needed him and she would have him.

"No." He had seen the look in her eyes, the look of desire.

"Don't fight it," she told him and removed her clothes.

Donovan glanced at her high, round breasts.

Morrigan smiled and climbed on to the bed.

She straddled his chest with her long, shapely legs, and then leaned over him until she was on her hands and knees.

She looked down at him and saw his apprehension.

"Don't be afraid," she told him. "What you are feeling is very natural."

She was an expert at initiating such encounters with men. It was in her blood, this seduction.

She felt his breath on her.

It was frantic.

Reaching a hand down to cup his cheek, she coaxed his mouth to her softness.

"Yes, that's it," she encouraged him.

The first tentative licks of the monk made her sigh. He was virginal, new to what she was making him do and that made things all the more better in her estimation.

She instructed him on how to please her. The monk shockingly complied.

She looked down at him. His eyes were closed and he was seriously concentrating on his task.

"Open your eyes," she told him. "Look at what you're doing."

He obeyed. His brown eyes were dazed.

Morrigan sighed at his naiveté. It was stimulating.

The first drops of her desire touched his lips. Donovan tasted it and rooted his tongue out for more.

Morrigan moaned as his long tongue gleaned her inner walls of its dew.

Hot, viscous fluid gushed from her. Donovan greedily consumed the overflowing mass. Obscene, wet sounds filled the room. Morrigan cried out and kneaded her full breasts in pleasure. The inside of her thighs trembled as a wave of delight coursed through her veins.

She tugged on Donovan's long braid and arched her back as his tongue stabbed between the protective folds of her softness. The monk was starving for her nectar. It was as if only her juices could quench his thirst.

"Oh, God!" she cried.

His fingers dug into her hips and he dragged her closer to his mouth. Her sex burned with need. She could do nothing but stare up at the canopy as he consumed her tender flesh.

His tongue curled inside of her, his nose pressed into her sensitive nub. She threw her head back and struggled for air. Her back arched and she frantically clutched at the red colored sheets.

Donovan kept up his onslaught, rubbing his nose against her tender button whilst fluttering his tongue inside of her aching butterfly. A gush of liquid seeped from her quivering portal. His long, winding tongue collected it.

"Oh, Donovan!" she thrashed about beneath him, wanting more, demanding absolute satisfaction.

His teeth raked against her nether lips, wrenching a scream from her. She locked her legs around his neck and rocked herself up and down over his serpentine appendage. Donovan halted his lusty actions and allowed her to take control, leaving his tongue rigid. His tongue speared through her soft lips each time she sank down on it.

"Oooohhh…" her face was flushed with heat.

Donovan moved his tongue from side to side.

"Aaah! Aaah!"

Her softness convulsed as she came. Donovan eagerly gathered the flow of her honey.

Morrigan ran trembling fingers down Donovan's cheek. His face was wet with her essence. He had given her such indescribable pleasure. It was only fair that she gave him something in return.

She moved down his body until she was aligned with his hips. She took his member into her mouth and suckled on him. He let out a groan and dug his fingers into her wet flesh. Morrigan scraped her teeth along his shaft.

At the feel of Morrigan's mouth on him, Donovan pressed his face deeper into the beautiful creature's softness.

The succubus pulled him to his release. Donovan shuddered. He had never done anything so carnal before. It had felt…good.

Morrigan rolled away from him. She did not look at him. She did not speak.

Donovan reached a hand out to her silken blue hair, but withdrew it at the last moment.

He did not understand what had transpired between them. He did not even know if he wanted to understand.

He was so confused.

Morrigan dressed and left him. The scent of her still clung to him. He stared up at the velvet canopy and numbly waited for sleep to claim him.

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He felt Demitri's presence long before he had awakened.

The vampire stood before the bed, wrapped in his voluminous cloak.

"What do you want?" he asked the noble born monster.

Demitri threw his cloak back and said, "You surprise me, monk."

Donovan remained motionless.

"You gave your Darkstalker side free reign, and look at what you have accomplished."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend to be innocent. I can smell her on you. You and Morrigan were together."

Demitri stroked Donovan's shiny brown hair and tilted the monk's head back.

"You will kill me."

"I would have once, but your presence here has created a problem." He ran his tongue over the length of Donovan's exposed neck. "I have grown fond of the taste of you…and so has Morrigan."

Donovan closed his eyes.

Morrigan.

"She wishes to keep you, and I love her enough to grant her that wish. It benefits me as well," Demitri told him and sank his teeth into Donovan's flesh.

Donovan gasped and winced at the slight pain. Demitri drank deeply, holding the monk close.

Tears fell from Donovan's eyes. Had he been reduced to this -food for Demitri and sexual pleasure for Morrigan?

Demitri released him and he fell back on to the bed, feeling weak.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, monk. You find your hybrid blood to be a curse, while I find it to be a blessing."

Demitri caressed his cheek. "You belong with us."

Demitri kissed him. Donovan tasted his blood in his mouth. He wondered briefly, what Demitri thought of his hybrid blood. Did he find it sweet and rich or bitter like his hate for him?

"I see why Morrigan has come to want you." His hands ran down Donovan's chest. "You are quite handsome, my hybrid adversary."

He arranged Donovan's braid over the monk's shoulder, and let it drape over his naked body. "You will forever quench my thirst with your blood as well as your magnificence."

"No," Donovan faintly protested.

Demitri grinned, his fangs giving him a wolfish look. "You do not truly seem to object to your fate. Could it be that you find yourself enjoying it?"

Donovan thought about it, and then opened his mouth to speak, but Demitri interrupted him.

"Yes, you are, and that frightens you." Demitri pressed a thumb to the marks at Donovan's throat. The hybrid gasped in pain. "You simply do not realize that you are one of the few who enjoy being…mastered."

Donovan closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to spill free.

Yes, he thought.

Everything that Demitri had said was true. Even Morrigan had known.

What had caused this perverse need inside of him and was his tainted blood the culprit?

No, his conscience told him.

"It was what you were searching for all along," Demitri continued, "a way to control your hidden desires."

Yes.

"It aches my heart to think of all that glorious blood you wasted in your attempt to purge yourself of your powers." Demitri moved his hand up to cup Donovan's nape. "But no more. No more purges. I won't tolerate it."

Donovan felt as if his chest was going to burst with raw emotion.

"Do you understand me, monk?"

The trapped emotion finally spilled from his eyes and fell into his hair. "Yes," he whispered.

Demitri grinned. He drew Donovan into his embrace and drank deeply to celebrate the occasion.

The monk had finally accepted his diverse blood.

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Okay people. There it is (it's a one shot, a one shot I say. Their will be no continuation). Now give me your reviews, please. Just don't hurt me. ^_^!