- The Taste of You -
[ Fem! Reader x Rimoshifu Killingham ]
💭 | tags: established relationship, blood k*nk, yandere tendencies, obsessive love, mentions of cannibalism, pet names, typical celestial dragon behavior - a small taste can’t hurt, no?
💭 | summary: A simple game of catch turns into a nightmare when the one you loved so dearly is replaced by a sharp-toothed demon.
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After Killingham had returned from a week long mission all he wished to do was sit by your side and spend every single second of the day breathing the same air as you. He insisted on taking you out for a little picnic, which more often than not turned out to be a five course meal served on a thick, comfortable blanket. Nothing was ever simple with him, he believed you only deserved the very best.
The two of you sat together in the shade of a tall apple tree. It grew in the many orchards around Marie Geoise which supplied the nobles with fresh fruit. Killingham had ordered all gardeners to put down their work so you could enjoy some peace and quiet.
Your lover was lying down on his side, his long serpentine neck wrapped around your body and his head resting in your lap so you could play with his golden mane. He occasionally reached out to grab a cherry or cheese from the silver platter and offered it to you, feeding you directly from his hand just how he liked it. In return, you did the same, holding up grapes in front of his snout so he could devour them.
These moments of peace never lasted long between you and your dragon. Sooner or later, one of you would grow bored enough to hatch an idea. That day, it was you who broke the silence and woke up Killingham from his spontaneous nap.
“Hm? Is there something wrong, little one?” He worried and yawned, his big eyes slowly falling shut again until you flicked your fingers against his horn. “Fine, fine! I’m awake.”
“Nothing’s wrong, I just thought we could play something!” You chuckled and ruffled through his hair.
Killingham stretched out his neck and the rest of his large body, he was twice as tall as you, perhaps even a little bigger than that. He took great pride in towering above most other Celestials, it certainly didn’t help to tame his ego.
“And what would my darling angel like to play? I could order some slaves for us and let them fight, we take bets on who wins!” He suggested. Hearing such cruelty from him no longer surprised you, but that didn’t lessen the blow of his words.
You vehemently shook your head and got up on your feet, Killingham rose alongside you and wasted no time to hold your hand as if he feared that you could be snatched up anytime.
“How about something that doesn’t involve any torture,” you told your lover and caught him in the middle of rolling his eyes, “Why don’t we play catch? I bet I’m a lot faster than you, big guy.”
“Oh, a hunt you say! How wonderful.”
Killingham happily accepted the challenge with an enthusiastic wag of his tail. He would have been so adorable if it wasn’t for the darkness hiding within. Pushing those thoughts aside, you quickly scanned your surroundings to pick the most optimal route of escape.
A large hand wrapped around your neck followed by a kiss from the dragon.
“Just remember, little dreamer, I’m very good at keeping an eye on my prey,” he purred in your ear, enticing you even more to give him a good chase.
At the time you were still naive. No more than three months had passed since the Saint had stumbled across your village and invited you to follow him into what he referred to as “heaven”. You hadn’t seen your family since then, nor had he allowed you to call or write to them. According to Killingham, he was all you needed … and a part of you had begun to believe him.
You didn’t yet know about the meaning of a Celestial hunt or the duties your dragon lover had to fulfill whenever he left your side. Oh, if only you had run from him when he first laid eyes on you—
“Shall we begin then?” Killingham asked somewhat impatiently.
“I’m all ready!” You announced and cracked your fingers, eager to watch him sweat.
“I will be fair and give you a head start,” he explained and walked around you in a circle, eyeing you up an down with a lingering hunger in his eyes, “Ten seconds, no more than that— don’t disappoint me, darling.”
Before he could speak another syllable you bolted away. You ran towards the forest surrounding the orchard, as soon as you reached the bushes, Killingham had finished counting and chased after you.
Killingham peaked through the tall hedges. He looked around until he caught the sound of leaves ruffling and saw you running deeper into the forest. You were quick as a doe and clever like a fox, he expected no less from his beloved. Your ability to escape so swiftly certainly made the hunt more thrilling.
He stalked after you, slowly, scanning the ground for your foot prints so he could follow them. In addition to that, he picked up on your unmistakable scent mixed with the perfume he had bought you. Oh, he couldn’t wait to pounce on you and rub his nose against your neck so he could inhale the essence of you.
A moment later he heard a few branches crushing underneath a pair of shoes. His tall neck snapped around to make out where the noise had come from. Remaining perfectly quiet, he snuck into that direction. His heart beat suddenly quickened — what was that strangely addicting aroma hanging in the air?
It was a scent more familiar than your sweat clinging to the covers after Killingham had fucked you all night. It was primal and potent, something that shut off every instinct inside the dragon’s mind but the one that urged him to kill. To feast. It was blood. Your blood, if his nose didn’t fail him. The first spark of lust mixed with worry and caused the knight to hurry.
Two beasts battled inside him as he pushed through bushes and shoved aside everything that stood in his way to get to you: The one who longed to hold you gently in his arms and the other one who wanted nothing but to devour you. No, you were not like the other humans, you were purer and softer … you didn’t deserve to feed him.
In the end, Killingham had thought he had silenced his darker urges when he found you. How could he even entertain the thought of sinking his teeth into your body, when you were lying in the dirt and sobbing? But the blood! He saw it trickling from your neck and the cuts on your palms and thighs, nothing life threatening, still painful for a mere human.
Each red stream leaving your body was like a river of honey for the knight who hadn’t feasted on human flesh since the day he had met you.
“Please … Killingham …,” you whined, unaware that he was standing right behind you.
The dragon took another step forward, the leaves underneath his boots gave away his presence and you tried to turn your head around to see him. Yet, you couldn’t. It was simply too painful. A frustrated groan escaped you.
Killingham felt his body shift before he could try to stop it. His neck shrunk down, his golden mane turned into dark spikes and his long snout was replaced by sharp teeth. No longer was his tail wagging to show his enthusiasm, all that remained were his blown-out pupils and heavy breath. He slowly approached you, the scent of blood grew heavier with each step.
All his restraints snapped when the fragrance of your ichor became too overwhelming for even the most powerful God to handle.
He threw himself on you. It was pure luck that he did not crush you beneath his tall body, his hands and knees placed at your sides so he could lean down and have a taste. Killingham licked over the bleeding wound on your neck, a small cut, yet it spilled like a small fountain. He kept feeding on it until he noticed you shivering.
In the blink of an eye your little game of catch had turned into a nightmare. You had tripped over a stone and fallen down, scratching your knees and cutting yourself on a thorny bush. When you tried to get up, you noticed that your thigh burned as soon as you strained your muscles — you were trapped.
You cried for help, hoping that your beloved would soon hear it and carry you to safety. And somebody did find you. Not Killingham, not the dragon who was the only friendly face in all of Marie Geoise, but a monster. A disgusting, vile monster with shark teeth and demonic eyes.
You couldn’t breathe. Caught up in a dream not even your lungs could produce the smallest scream, all you could do was sob and move your lips uselessly, begging them to make a sound.
The beast sunk his teeth into your flesh — or was it just licking your wound? You couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. You knew you were going to die if Killingham didn’t find you soon!
“Go … away!” You hissed out through your clenched teeth, trying to slap the demon.
A shock ran through the creature, it flinched and looked deep into your eyes, its heavy bottom lashes almost made it look soft. Human. That couldn’t be.
“But sweetheart, it’s me,” the demon told you and tore himself away from your bleeding wound.
“Don’t you dare call me that!” Your voice had finally returned, you screamed at the top of your lungs, loud enough for the birds to fly away.
The demon still hadn’t moved, he blocked any chance for you to get up and flee, kneeling right above your injured thigh. It tilted its head in confusion, eyes slowly turning watery. How dare this vile beast cry when you were the one who was being assaulted?
“Killingham!” You cried out for him, panic rising in your chest when he did not answer your call.
Where was he? Had he abandoned you?
“I’m right here! Darling, please,” the demon pleaded, resting its filthy claws on your shoulders.
“You’re not my Killi! What did you do to him?” You snapped back with a growl.
That’s when the beast must have realized something, because it slowly crawled backwards until you were free to sit up. It stared at its hands before throwing you a look of such deep sadness that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream at it again.
You were about to stand up on your wobbly feet when the beast got a hold of your wrist and pulled you towards it despite your struggle.
“Let me go!” You yelled through your tears.
“Let me explain! Please, I need you to calm down, I’m not a demon,” it begged and held you tighter.
“Then what are you?!”
“Your Killi,” the sharp toothed demon whispered and you paused your struggle.
“But- but … your face, your body, your- everything, I thought you were a dragon?”
The beast, supposedly your beloved Killingham, wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. You managed to push him away just enough so you could study every feature on his face to make out if he was lying or not— why wouldn’t a demon try and deceive you?
“I am, well, partly,” Killingham sighed and ruffled through his hair as if he was struggling to find an answer, “I should have told you when we met, but it’s my zoan fruit that changes my body. When I’m not using my powers … I look like this.”
Now that you were no longer fearing for your life, you let your eyes wander over his new form. It was unfamiliar, darker and much sharper than the serene dragon you had fallen in love with, but something about it was … strangely handsome. His dark hair complimented his yellow eyes, his shark teeth were no doubt dangerous, yet also fascinating and with his body being much shorter, you could easily kiss him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You mumbled in disbelief.
Killingham took your hand and placed it on his cheek, he hummed at the warmth. There was still a drop of your blood smeared across his lips.
“I was worried you would be scared of me, so scared that you’d run away and no longer wish to be mine,” he confessed.
You scoffed lightly and rubbed his cheek affectionately.
“I’m not going to leave you,” you assured him and his worried frown softened, “But next time you find me injured, perhaps you shouldn’t jump on me and drink my blood.”
Killingham’s face turned red at that, he was clearly embarrassed by what he’d done.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know what overcame me, I will never hurt you again.”
A moment of silence passed by before you decided to forgive him. It was near impossible to resist his puppy eyes, wether they were big and round or sharp and half-hidden by long lashes. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms which were just as strong as always.
He carried you out of the forest and back to his home, where he went straight to the nearest bedroom and laid you down.
“Killi?” You whispered and he turned on his heel right when he was about to fetch you a doctor who could ease your pain.
“Yes?” He replied and hurried back to your side, falling to his knees so he could see eye-to-eye with you.
“Did … my blood taste good?” You asked and left him stunned.
“I- well, it’s very savory and rich, I have never tasted anything like it. A slight hint of fruit mixed in, it was like I could taste everything I had fed you. Forgive me, dearest, but it’s in my nature. This desire to eat-,” he abruptly stopped himself before he continued, “To become one with you. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have another taste.”
Something possessed you to nod and bare your neck for him, willingly, eager to feel his pointed tongue lapping at your wound again. Perhaps you were seeking another rush of adrenaline like the one you felt in the forest … or you simply wanted to satisfy his cravings like he always did for you. Either way, he accepted the invitation.
Killingham’s fangs bit through your skin and soon he was on top of you again. Mounting you. Thrusting into your small body. Fucking you hard enough to make you forget about all fears and worries.
You gazed up at your dragon and fell in love with him once more.
Thanks for the request! I can’t properly express how much I adore Killingham, I am eagerly awaiting the next few manga chapters … I will be providing more Killi food too, of course. ♥️
