digitizedsouls | (psl) meet me in the shadows, won't you tell me what you've found

[ Oriphi would sooner let herself starve to death than take what she needs by force. She is aware that sometimes the lines are blurred, and that it's an inevitability. Sometimes she purposely preys on someone who's had too much to drink, in hopes that they won't remember her. It's wrong, and she knows it. But it's how she survives. At the very least, she's never physically harmed someone to get what she needs.

Emotionally, perhaps. But not on purpose.

But this vampire isn't some human who fell in love with the wrong woman. For once, she doesn't have to worry about breaking someone's heart because they wanted to see her again - not knowing that doing so could very well kill them. And she can't help but feel a strange sense of relief.

As such, she only hesitates momentarily at his suggestion— though he doesn't quite say it like one. She peers up at him, and her lips draw into a thin line as she takes a deep breath and reveals her true form to him. Olive skin turns to lilac and rose as horns appear on her head, tail beneath her skirts. She undoes the buttons of her blouse all the while to shrug it off, the fabric pooling at her waist as wings emerge and spread from her back. And yet even through the transformation, her face remains the same. There's something gentle behind those glowing, amber eyes, something a little too kindhearted and soft in spite of what she is. And even as she bids him closer, there's a strange sense of comfort and warmth that lurks beneath the allure of this dark thrill. It's with that same sense that she looks up at him and asks, ]

You, too. Let go.

[ as if to tell him that his secret is safe with her. ]

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[The succubus is lovely as a human, and even lovelier in her true form like this.

The look in her eyes, especially, takes him aback. What he finds there is relief and warmth and honesty, and he can tell that his instincts were correct before. She's not harmless - no one truly is - but she has no malicious intent. Like many, she's simply doing her best to get by. He's in no position to judge her for that, even if her methods leave much to be desired.

Her request for reciprocity draws him out of his reverie, and he blinks at her a few times in surprise. The thought of unmasking himself never occurred to him, but now that she's given voice to it... well, fair is fair.]

As you wish.

[He pulls off his mask and lowers his hood, revealing fair skin, youthful features, and a long red ponytail. His eyes, crimson and piercing, continue to glow as before as he looks her over again. This time, he allows the gaze to become hungry as it follows the curves of her breasts.

It isn't long before he reaches down, undoing his pants and lowering them just enough for them to free his already half-hard cock. And then he picks her up and presses her back to the wall, hiking up her skirts to her waist and pressing his hips up against hers.

He moans softly when skin meets skin instead of finding fabric there. She's not wearing panties. Fuck.]

[ The moment that he shows her who he is, her lips part in awe. He is gorgeous, crimson eyes to match the hair the frames his face and the length of it held up into a ponytail, contrasting against fair skin. But a second more of admiration is all she needs to realize who it is that she's looking at.

Master Diluc Ragnvindr stands in front of her, eyes aglow with hunger as he gazes upon her bare chest. Master Diluc, who is a vampire - one who is about to feed on her, and on whom she is about to feed herself.

If not for the way that she feels feverishly ravenous, she might have said something upon the realization. But as it is, her thoughts and words are lost entirely as she simply moans instead when he finally closes the distance between them, pressing her against the wall. His body feels so good against hers, and she's aching everywhere for him. Her tail winds its way around to him as if it would keep him close, and her legs wrap around his body as she grinds her hips impatiently against his.

She is sinfully wet between her legs - a testament to her desperation and hunger - and it's possible that she has been ever since he first found her. ]

Ah...

[ Fuck, this feels so good already. ]

Hurry, please...

[They can deal with the matter of confirming identities later. For now, all Diluc can think about is the exquisite wetness between her legs and the sound of her heartbeat pounding in his ears. She begs for him to continue, and he doesn't hesitate in obliging her. With a shift of his hips and a firm thrust, he slides into her easily.

It takes every bit of self control for him not to immediately sink his fangs into her gorgeous, exposed neck. But it's not to her benefit for him to take from her too quickly--she's diminished, and drinking from her before she's had a chance to feed from him is a recipe for disaster. This is meant to be mutually beneficial, which means he needs to be patient.

In that, at least. When it comes to fucking her, there's no need to take things so carefully. After taking a few moments to savor how wonderfully wet and tight she feels, he pulls out enough to thrust into her again, harder this time. And from there, he starts to set a feverish pace, pounding into her and not even bothering to muffle his moaning from how amazing it feels. There's no one around to hear them.]

[ Gods, he feels so good inside of her, and the pleasure from even just that first time that he buries himself into her is delicious. She’s not thinking about the terms of their exchange right now - she’s only thinking about how badly she needs this— and how badly she needs more.

Luckily, he gives her exactly that without her needing to further beg for it. Her eyes slip shut as he rocks into her with a steady, maddening rhythm, and from there her mouth parts and stays parted for every pant, moan, every sound of pleasure that bubbles up out of her throat.

This is almost exactly what she needs. Almost perfect. There are only a few things that could make this even better - and to that end, she loops her arms around his neck to pull him down towards her chest, a silent urge for him to have his way with her breasts. ]

[There's something exhilarating at the fact that this is so rough and unrestrained, the two of them going at it like animals in the open air of the alleyway. Chasing his carnal desires isn't something he gets to indulge in often, if at all, and the debauched way that she's caused him to snap like this is enough to make his head spin.

Someone less acquainted with what's going on (i.e., someone mortal) would be unaware of the way that already she's managed to feed from him quite a bit. He begins to feel the absence of vitality as he continues thrusting into her. Not enough to make his stop, not even enough to make him slow down. But enough to notice.

It shows, too, in the way she becomes more responsive as he fucks her, more insistent on what she needs and wants. She pulls him down to her perfect breasts, and he indulges her by biting and suckling the curve of one of them before focusing on teasing her nipple with his tongue. All the while, his body screams with barely-veiled want. She's so warm, so close, so good. Her pulse is strong now, beautiful and perfect. The scent of flowers and sex fills his nostrils, and the temptation that he's held at bay until now finally ensnares him.

After one last bite - just hard enough to leave a mark - he shifts his head to her neck, bites into her, and drinks deeply. She tastes phenomenal, sharp and sweet all at once.

Somehow, he manages not to completely spill into her from the taste of her alone. But he knows he won't last much longer at this rate.]

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[ Given the way that Ori often waits until the last possible moment to feed herself, rough, unrestrained trysts like this happen more often than not. She’s not proud of it by any means, but it’s how she’s chosen to live her life.

He indulges her so easily and so well, and she nearly screams as he sucks and licks and bites at her breasts, never ceasing the way he pounds into her all the while. Now, it’s perfect. It’s exactly what she needs. And this time, she can enjoy the pleasure to its fullest. There are no worries about whether she’ll accidentally kill someone by losing control. No worries about someone wanting more than she can give them. Right now, she doesn’t even care that he’s Diluc Ragnvindr. All she cares about is the life surging through her veins, all molten heat and pleasure, and…

She has not felt this alive in what feels like a long, long time. ]

Gods, yes… Yes… More— Give me more, please—

[ And as if he hears her plea once again, he shifts his head; she angles hers in response, allowing him better access to her neck as he closes in on it and bites down, hard, piercing and breaking skin to drink her blood. Even having anticipated it, she still yelps in surprise - and in pleasure, because hells. The pain of it is so sweet, so good— ]

Good. So good…

[ — it’s enough to drive Ori off the edge and towards her long-awaited peak. Her fingers weave into his hair, grasping tightly and pulling hard as she screams, mind going blank with utter bliss as she comes around him. ]

Fuck.

[She's screaming and pulling his hair and tightening so perfectly around him, and he's helpless in response to it. With a low, guttural noise of his own, he thrusts a few more times into her and hits his own orgasm just as hard, holding onto her thighs with bruising force as he fills her.

Breathless silence follows, and he manages to muster just enough presence of mind to remove his teeth from her and run his tongue over the puncture wounds to close them. Bleeding her too much would be counter productive, given what he's just done for her. There are definitely vampires who would take advantage in that kind of way, bringing someone back to health only to drink them dry, but the thought isn't remotely appealing to him. He kills monsters, not vulnerable succubi who don't know how to care for themselves properly.

Besides, he prefers her warm and alive and close to him. Just as she is now.

It's an oddly sentimental thought for him, and he dismisses it as an effect of the afterglow.]

How are you feeling?

[The goal was, first and foremost, to feed her. It makes sense to check with her before too much time passes.]

[ Her hands fall limply away from his hair, coming to tentatively rest atop his shoulders in the silence as they both catch their breath. She can feel clarity seeping slowly back into her mind, albeit dampened by the haze of the afterglow.

To her surprise, he doesn’t continue to drink. She’s had very few encounters with vampires, and though none of them have ever drank from her, she has seen the way that some go about their hunts. Some drink their prey dry, or otherwise leave them in a state where death would have been a merciful choice. Surely, he must know that he could continue to drink from her if he needed to…

Instead, he pulls away and laves at her neck to ease the pain and close the wounds. The gesture is surprisingly gentle and considerate, and yet again not what she would have expected from this encounter. There are already so many things about it that are unusual for her, however, and that includes the fact that he asks after her.

If she didn’t know any better, she might deign to think that he could be genuinely concerned for her wellbeing - but logically, she knows that he only asks with respect to their respective conditions. They made an agreement tonight, after all. He simply seeks to know if he’s fulfilled his end of it. ]

… I’m alright.

[ A white lie. And a bit of a bad one, given the way she had been begging him for more mere moments ago.

But he’s done enough— more than enough to stave off impending disaster for her. She’ll live to see the dawn, thanks to his help, and perhaps the blood he's taken from her is enough, too. Yet, as he keeps her pressed against the wall, body to body, hungering thoughts yet linger in her mind. She wants to feel his skin against hers. She wants to lick and suck and bite at him, to have his back against the wall as she has her way with him. If an encounter such as this had already done so much for her... She can't help but wonder how it would feel to take her sweet time with him.

But she doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, she shifts to allow him to pull out of her, barely stifling the groan that rises up out of her at the empty feeling left behind. She turns her head towards the opening of the alley, warily watching, before she casts him a sidelong glance.

Master Diluc Ragnvindr… not only is he the Darknight Hero, he’s a vampire. And now that she’s thinking just a little bit more clearly, she can’t help but dwell on the fact. She’s entirely uncertain as to what kind of situation she’s now landed herself into, but she knows that she must be careful.

So, it would probably be wise not to ask for more. ]

I don’t want to keep you any longer, Master Diluc.

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["Alright" is good enough, even if she's not quite at 100%. He can see the lingering hunger in her eyes, even as she tries to downplay it, but for now he pays it little mind. The important thing is that she's no longer a danger to others or in danger of keeling over herself.

He pulls out of her and tucks himself away, his gaze following hers to the open street. At first he wonders if there might be someone there, but then she speaks and he realizes that she's looking in that direction in anticipation of leaving--and to avoid looking directly at him.

A humorless chuckle rises out of him in response.]

I wondered if you had recognized me.

[A thoughtful pause.]

I never asked your name. May I have it?

[In hindsight, it seems rather rude to have neglected that detail until now. But they were both distracted, first by wariness and then by carnal urges. Now that they're both operating with more mental clarity, it seems like something too obvious to overlook. And yet, here they are.]

[ Of course she would recognize him. She would have to be living beneath a rock to not know who the most powerful man in Mondstadt is. Come to think of it, Donna can never stop talking about Diluc, either; to think that the two objects of that woman’s obsessions are one in the same… It’s rather humorous, in a way, that she’ll likely never come to know the truth.

Oriphi, on the other hand…

She can’t help but look hesitant when he asks for her name, although she has no reason to believe he’ll do anything like reveal her true nature to the masses. If he wanted to ruin her, he simply would have either killed her in this alleyway or walked away to leave her to die. Instead— well, he ruined her in the best way possible. He did her quite a favor tonight by quite literally saving her life, and the least she can do is give him her name, despite not knowing what he'd even want to do with it. ]

…Oriphi.

[ A beat, and then she begins to straighten herself out. Her wings fold in as she begins to shift back into her human appearance, buttoning her blouse back up in the process. ]

I realized who you were when you took off your mask, but… [ She couldn’t quite formulate a sentence, at that point. ] You don’t have to worry about your secrets.

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Oriphi. It's a pleasure.

[To say the least, after what they've just done.

He takes a step back out of her personal space as she begins to shift back into her human disguise and button herself back up. It's more difficult to do than he anticipates, removing himself from her warmth, and he quietly berates himself for the hesitation. He ought to remain focused on what it is he does in his nightly patrolling, not allowing himself to get so distracted by pleasures of the flesh.

Still... even now, covered and looking up at him in an innocent-looking human form, she's quite distracting indeed.]

I appreciate that. Likewise, your secrets are safe with me.

[It's not quite an equitable offer. With his power and reputation, he could damage her much more than she can damage him with their respective truths. But it's the least he can offer, and it's an offer made in good faith.

That established, he gets back to business. So to speak.]

How often do you let yourself starve like this, Oriphi?

[ He steps away, and she can’t quite conceal the way that she sighs in relief. It gets just a touch easier to breathe and even have a conversation with a man she’d just met and fed off when he’s standing further away, allowing her to steer her focus away from the voice in her head that still wants to pulls his clothes off and wants to see what he would look like beneath her… ]

Ah… You’re worried that I’ll cause trouble. Is that it…?

[ It’s the only reason she can imagine for why he keeps asking her questions. She’s becoming more and more aware of the imbalance of power between the two of them… As such, being as honest as possible might be the only way he’ll allow her to continue living her life. If he'll allow her to continue living her life. ]

I don’t… Like to feed often. I always hurt someone when I do. I’d rather starve myself…

[ Of course, when she does, then it becomes all the more likely that she’ll hurt someone worse than normal. But she can’t help it… She just wants to forget what she is and live as normally as she can. ]

[Oriphi isn't wrong. He is worried she'll cause trouble if she keeps this up, both to others and to herself. But that isn't the only reason.
Simply put, he's taken something of an interest in her. He's never met a creature so terrified of her own power and potential as she is, and he'd be hard pressed to say that it doesn't pique his curiosity. There's also something almost endearing about the whole thing, that a succubus would yearn so strongly for a simpler, less predatory lifestyle. The thrill of the hunt and her biological imperative to feed don't overshadow her empathy for her victims, and that's rare to see in her kind.

Also... it's hard to ignore how really good the sex was. But he insists to himself that's not a factor in his interest.

He's lying to himself, of course, but it's not like it's the first or last time he's done so.]

I see.

[A plan begins to form in his mind.]

I managed to come away unscathed, however. Do you feel any different, feeding from a vampire instead of a human? Anything to be concerned over?

[ The way his eyes remains fixed on her feels both a blessing and a curse. She feels as though she’s withering beneath the intense, scrutinizing gaze of those crimson eyes of hiss that glow in the shadows where they stand. Yet at the same time, she would be remiss to say that there isn’t a part of her that isn’t enjoying the very same attention, that hasn’t stopped thinking about alive she’d felt while he was fucking her senseless. Her hands come up to idly twist the ends of her hair between her fingers. A nervous habit— though, perhaps, that same part of her is aware of the potentially alluring nature of it.

But she stops, realization flashing across her features when Diluc brings up a simple fact that hasn’t even occurred to her until he says it out loud, even though it’s been obvious this whole time: he managed to come away unscathed. More often than not, she leaves her victims in some form of debilitation, whether it be physically or emotionally. And yet here he stands, and, as she looks at him again, he looks ostensibly hale and whole. And he doesn’t look even the least bit tired.

Then he asks after her, again, and her brow furrows as she considers herself. ]

I— I feel good.

[ She means to say, alright. Just as she’d said earlier when he first asked, only that’s not what’s come out, is it? ]

I mean— Alright. And I think that it didn’t… Take as much… To get to this point.

[ Gods, why is she saying all of this? And why does he keep asking questions? ]

[He kind of had expected that detail to escape her notice, nervous as she seems to be about simply existing in his presence. Or existing at all, if her words are to be believed. It really is amazing, how different she is now that she's not desperate take and be taken in equal measure. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, he's not sure he'd believe that the succubus he fucked against the wall is the same as the woman looking up at him now.

This time, the asking after her is a probing question. He needs to know that there aren't any adverse side effects to what he's about to suggest. As luck would have it, it seems to be quite the opposite--she's feeling better drawing from him than from a mortal person.

Good.]

Then allow me to make a proposal. You require to feed to survive, and you don't want to hurt anyone while doing so. But your method of minimizing harm is reckless and potentially disastrous--for you and for any hapless person who gets too close to you. For reasons that I hope should be obvious, I would like to prevent that.

Going forward, I can be your sole target. And we can do this regularly, not just when you're so starved you can't handle yourself.

Your thoughts?

[ He’s not saying anything that she doesn’t already know. She knows it’s reckless, what she does. But she can’t help but frown as he lays it all out in front of her in such methodical, unfeeling words. Though it would be worse if he were to be angry about it, she supposes. She can’t say that she completely understands where he’s coming from, but…

Still, she listens carefully, and her shock is clear as he gives her the option of feeding on him, and him only - and in such a way that would prevent her from finding herself in this situation again. She would be free to live her life, and not have to worry about starving or hurting anyone.

But… Why would he go to such lengths? ]

And you’re doing this… Why?

If you just wanted to make Mondstadt a safer place, Master Diluc, you could have just killed me. You still could. I don’t… I don’t understand.

[This time, it's Diluc who looks surprised by her response. Was his reputation as the Darknight Hero (or as Master Diluc Ragnvindr) really so cold-hearted and terrible? Of course it is; he's built himself to be untouchable, a force in the night to punish the guilty that more "proper" authorities refuse to acknowledge. Such an image is necessary, as it discourages bad behavior from humans and supernatural creatures alike.

But to see such that reaction from her stings a bit, for reasons he can't quite understand. When he speaks, there's a softness in his voice that wasn't present before.]

I kill monsters and punish the guilty, Oriphi. You are neither. Everything you've said and done tonight has demonstrated that much.

[Monsters don't care what happens to those they come into contact with. Or if they do, it's with malicious intentions.]

So allow me to help you and Mondstadt at the same time.

[ There’s a long, long while after she receives his answer in which she simply looks at him in silence. The look on her face is caught somewhere in between being dumbfounded and genuinely moved. For the first time in her life, someone is seeing her for all that she is— and doesn’t think of her as a monster. That hunger in her heart, in her body is silenced, and in its place something indescribable and warm in an entirely different manner settles.

Her eyes sting with the threat of tears, and she closes her eyes for a moment to blink them back as she draws in a deep breath, exhaling it just as slowly. Then, at length, she nods her head in silent agreement. ]

… Thank you.

[ What else can she really say? He’s saved her life tonight, and now he’s promising to continue helping her so that she can finally live in relative peace. She takes another moment to contemplate before she speaks up again, looking a little more sure of herself when she looks back up at him. ]

I could… I could help you, too. Not just Mondstadt. Feed on me, too.

[Oriphi is clearly touched by his words, eyes misting over slightly and her whole body going quiet as if to somehow cherish the feeling. Diluc begins to put the pieces together. "A monster," it seems, is what she thinks of herself. Or has been made to think about herself.

Monsters, however, don't make it a point to offer something in return for another's kindness. A ghost of a smile crosses his features as he feels that much more certain that this is the correct course of action.]

You're welcome. And thank you as well. I'll take you up on that.

[She tasted divine, after all.

He reaches into a pocket and produces a pad and pen, writing something down before tearing off the page and handing it to her.]

My address and personal phone number. Contact me whenever you need.

[He reaches for his mask, intending to place it back over his face, before he pauses and adds:]

You should probably stop by tomorrow night.

[Just in case she hasn't quite had her fill.]

[ There’s some measure of relief on her end when he accepts her offer easily; much like everything else about this encounter, she hadn’t been sure what to expect. But he agrees, and she’s glad that she’ll be of some use to him beyond some nebulous concept of doing this for the greater good of Mondstadt.

She is, after all, only one succubus. Providing her with the nourishment she needs is barely a ripple in the grander scheme of things, surely. But it’s a new chance at life all the same, and she would be a fool not to take it.

The piece of paper with Diluc’s information on it finds its way into her hands, and she clutches it close to her chest, afraid that she’ll lose it if she doesn’t hold onto it tightly. ]

I will. I mean—

[ She’s basically just admitted that she’s still hungry, hasn’t she? She sighs. Most succubi are charismatic and charming and they know all of the right words to say whether it’s to lure their prey into their arms or in simple exchanges.

Oriphi is lucky she even survived this conversation. ]

… Okay. I work at Floral Whisper, the flower shop, if you ever need to find me during the daytime…

[ Without really thinking, she reaches out and tugs on the fabric of his cloak ever so lightly. ]

I won’t forget how you saved my life today, Master Diluc.

[She's only one succubus, of course, but she's one that's caught his interest. He's helping her for the greater good, but there's also a selfish bit of him that just wants to learn more about her. He's curious and she's lovely. It's a dangerous combination, especially given what they both are.

Which only intrigues him further, of course.

Oriphi stumbles over herself a bit more, all but admitting that she's not fully sated, and he can't quite hide his smile as he puts his mask back on and pulls up his hood.]

I know Floral Whisper. [It's the flower shop with the girl who looks at him with such longing that it makes him uncomfortable.] I'll remember that I can find you there.

[He hesitates before responding to that last bit. It's not the first time he's heard words like that - albeit without the "Master Diluc" attached - and he never knows quite how to handle it. For the people he helps, he's fully aware that his intervention is often life-altering. But for him... it's often just duty. The innocent must be protected and the wicked must be punished. It's that simple.

Although with Oriphi, he's almost certain that it's about to get much, much more complicated.]

It was no trouble at all. I'll see you soon, Oriphi.

[And with that, he gives her a gentle nod of farewell before slinking back into the night. There's still work to do.]

(psl) meet me in the shadows, won't you tell me what you've found

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