Strigoi Boyfriend: Briareos 2 (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster

Dr. Navaro and Irini are introduced to Briareos not long after your return. Dr. Navaro is interested from a scientific standpoint, wanting to learn about his anatomy. Irini has her own motivations, but she is also interested in what he is able to learn. Better yet, she wants to know what he remembers, since his age is quite advanced.

Briareos’ shapeshifting abilities come into play, and he takes a more human-looking guise when Dr. Navaro and Irini visit. He doesn’t care to wear much clothing, just some trousers and a coat, which seems to elicit a reaction from both parties. “Now, how can we be so certain you are not mind-controlling our dear friend?” Irini asks him one day, luxuriating on a sofa while Briareos stands before the fire.

“Because I would be most unlike myself,” you speak for him. “and my eyes would be rolled into the back of my head.”

“Fascinating,” Dr. Navaro whispers, adjusting his glasses. “What do you do in order to control someone?”

Briareos’ gaze goes into the fireplace before turning and looking back at him. “It is easier to control someone who has too much vague noise in their mind. Someone who is charming might have an influence over me. It is best to find someone who has very little between the ears.”

Irini is grinning from ear to ear. “So you’re saying stupid people make the best targets?”

“There are plenty of intelligent people who are empty-headed,” you continue speaking for Briareos. “But the goats were very friendly towards us. They made wonderful companions on our journey down the mountain.”

“I wonder if this is where the visage of the devil came from,” Irini begins to ponder. “Perhaps a Strigoi, ages ago, shifted into a goat and was caught by someone who claimed they were the devil.” Her bright smile becomes even brighter. “Our lady here told us Strigoi had started quite a lot of myths because of their abilities. Perhaps you are the devil also.”

Briareos smiles towards Irini and nods his head. “Back when we were numerous, we took pleasure in frightening humans. Perhaps that hindered us more than helped us.”

“How many of you are there?” Dr. Navaro asks.

Briareos goes quiet in your mind, and glares at the doctor before he turns away to sit in a large chair. He looks back to the fire, his eyes and throat glowing despite his guise.

“He doesn’t want to talk about it.” You move towards the center of the room. “I think he is growing tired. We can talk more tomorrow.” You usher Irini and Dr. Navaro towards the stairs, seeing them up before you go back down. Briareos has stripped off the clothes you gave him to wear, as well as his human visage. He stands before the fire, skin glowing with the radiance of the flames. You approach him, standing near the edge of the room while he stares into the fireplace, then walk past him to the table to pour a cup of tea. As soon as you set the teapot aside Briareos is behind you, breathing against your neck.

You add sugar to your tea and take a sip. “You’ll have to answer their questions eventually. They should know you are able to at least communicate with them and not just through me.”

“I don’t wish to talk about the others,” He growls in your mind. “I came here because of your promise.”

“They will be your friends too, if you allow them. They are good people who want to help. The more we know, the better we can understand, the better we can teach, and the less fear will permeate the world.”

His sharp finger brushes up the back of your neck, sending tingling pulses through your body. “I am learning about them.” He captures a curl at the nape of your neck that has worked loose from your bun. He tugs on it, inching in close to lick your skin.

You take another sip of tea, burning your tongue just a bit. “What do you need to know?” You set the cup down, because your hands are shaking.

“If they will take my people as seriously as they take their own.” He begins pulling up your skirt and touching your bare skin. “You said they would be willing to help build the next generation. If that is the case, I must be certain they are worthy of my brother and sister.”

You smirk to yourself. “So you have siblings.”

Briareos bends you over the table, pulling your skirts all the way up. “I knew you the moment I could hear you whispering in the distance of my mind.” His hands massage your rear, cupping it tightly and then slapping it. “I chose you as my mate because already our minds had been bonded. That is how I know you like this.”

You’re biting your lip, moaning with pleasure as he strikes you. “A little pain is good for growing.” You look over your shoulder. “Both for you and for me.”

Briareos watches you closely, his eyes glowing, his throat rumbling. He rubs your arse before clapping his palm to the flesh again. “Do you know how we used to take mates back in the day?” He soundly slaps you again. You can feel yourself dripping down your thigh.

“Stories of kidnappings are quite prevalent in my grandfather’s journal.”

Briareos bends down, kissing and biting your flesh. “Minds like yours and mine would call out to each other.” His tongue laps over your skin as he speaks into your mind. “The Strigoi would come down and take their humans, but only if they were clean.” He smites your arse again.

You whimper and moan in pleasure. “What dictates clean?”

“No intoxicants, no pregnancies. And no children.” He spreads your cheeks apart to find your slit dripping wet and hot. He presses his fingers inside you and opens them inside to see within you. “But those were the days before the vampires came into existence, before your ancestors and their blood feud.” He bites your thigh and begins moving his fingers inside you. “Which brings me back to my earlier statement. Trust must be earned.” He rises back up, his fingers still buried inside you.

“I understand,” you mewl. Your cheek is smashed against the tabletop.

Briareos stands behind you and grabs your hands, holding both wrists in one hand while the other pushes against your lower back. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, my mate,” you moan.

You take his cock, having come to know every inch of him. His voice rumbles deep inside your mind  as he moves deeper. He lets go of your wrists and turns you on your side, placing your leg over his shoulder. From this angle you can see everything - the tension on his sharp face, his cock as it moves inside you.

“Briareos,” you moan to him, “harder.”

Briareos bucks hard, shaking the table. You cry out, eyes rolling into the back of your head, mind going blank. If he wants mind control, now is the opportune time. You rake your nails up his arm before grabbing him roughly. Your body shakes, and your legs spasm before you jerk your hips to meet him. He stills, grabbing your leg so you can’t move. He releases, and you know he won’t pull out again for a while.

He lies with you before the fire, and you both remain silent for a long while.

“I had a mate like you once, before I had to take my people deep into the mountains. She was tender and sweet, but she was ravenous like you. She gave me three sons before her family had her burned.”

You sit up and look at him. “I’m sorry, Briareos.”

“My sons sought revenge when they were older, and it was the bloodlust that changed them.” He sits up and glares hatefully into your eyes.

You touch his face, and he hides his eyes against your palm. “Vampires,” you whisper.

Briareo’s snarls and his lip curls up. “They lost control and became some of the first.” He looks back at you. “What mankind thought of us, we eventually became. For better or worse, I am not sure what this change was.”

You press your forehead to his. “Do you know where they are? Your sons?”

“I sometimes feel them, but no.” Briareos stands up. “They lost who they were, so I am uncertain if they even remember me.”

You follow after him, your hand on his back. The ridge of his spine is covered with downy fur, terminating in a short tail. You kiss his back and feel him shiver. “I’m sorry. I wish I knew what to say or how to help you. But this is something I have no expertise in.” You stroke your hand around his front and place your palm over his chest. “All I can offer is my body for comfort.”

He takes your hand. “You have made a promise to me that brings me comfort as well. As long as you remember it, it will warm the cold inside me.”

You kiss his back. “I am your mate, and I will bear your children gladly.”

Briareos turns and looks at you. “I will try harder to be welcoming to your friends, but it will take time.”

The next day, Briareos strips to allow Dr. Navaro to give him an examination. Irini sits with you, sketching in her book. “Lucky you,” she whispers to you.

“Why, Irinis, whatever do you mean?” you giggle playfully.

Irini gives you a look with those dark eyes of hers. “You know exactly what I mean, my friend.” She glances back to Briareos. “Even with his strange features, he is like snow in July. A refreshing miracle.” She looks back to her sketches, with theories and ideas listed beside them.

You smirk at Briareos, who has heard everything and is chuckling smugly inside. “Maybe if you ask him nicely, he’ll pose some more for you.”

“I would love that, but surely after Dr. Navaro’s cold hands, he will be exhausted. I wouldn’t want to press the fellow.” She sighs deeply. “It must be hard enough being away from his kin, especially if they are as furtive as you say.”

Briareos looks at Irini and tilts his head to the side.

“I think if you asked him, he would at least hear you out.” You motion towards Briareos, who beckons Irini over.

She shyly rises and approaches him. “After your exam, sir, I would very much like to draw you. I think it would help to inspire my poetry if I were to study you up close.”

Dr. Navaro chuckles. “You’ve never said that when you sketch me.”

“What is there to say, fair doctor? I sketch you to relax.” She looks back at Briareos. “You do not have to agree.”

“He would like it,” you answer for him. “Whatever you would like.”

Irini beams. “Wonderful.”

Dr. Navaro finishes his exam, and excitedly sits aside to write out everything. Briareos poses for Irini, who has him lounge on the sofa. She guides his limbs, moving him gently so that the sketches she completes can be transcribed into words and poetry. “You have a way of bringing out an eroticisim in him I haven’t seen before,” you marvel.

“Really?” Irini asks archly. “I figured you would have seen everything in him.” Her hands are stained with the charcoal she uses to make her drawings. Her pictures of him are dark and shaded, but she manages to capture the vivid white of his skin in a remarkable way.

“He’s curious about how you use drawings to write poetry,” you say to Irini.

“It's quite simple, really, but perhaps it’s just the way my mind works.” She looks to Briareos as she speaks. “When I draw, I can visualize the words in my head. The jut of your hip, the curve of your leg, the texture of your skin all come together to make vivid turns of phrase in my mind. The drawing helps me weave them together into something cohesive and beautiful.”

“It is true,” Briareos says to you. “Her mind is so full I can barely find her inside it. “Same for the doctor over there. Their minds are quite similar. I am surprised they are not coupled.”

“That’s probably half the problem,” you tell him. “They are too similar, which is probably why they have done nothing to one another.” You look back at Irini’s drawings. “If you would be interested,” you say out loud, “I could read you one of Irini’s books.”

“That would be nice.” Briareos licks across his teeth.

“What did he say?” Irini asks excitedly.

“Should I show her more?” Briareos whispers to you.

You give him a stern gaze, which Irini catches. “What did he say?”

“He’s being naughty,” you reply.

Dr. Navaro raises his head. “What now?”

“Nothing doctor,” Irini calls back.

You give her a playful shove as the doctor approaches you. “It would be beneficial for my research if he’d be willing to put on a display. If that’s alright with you, my lady.”

You look at Briareos and chuckle. “He’s thinking about it.”

Briareos stands from the sofa, his cock erect and bobbing before his body. He looks into Irini’s eyes as she begins a new sketch.

“The storm of heaves the two of you must make,” Dr. Navaro japes.

You smirk at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying him from an academic perspective?”

“How can he?” Irini asks. “All the good doctor has ever wanted was to suck the dick of the supernatural.”

Dr. Navaro pats the top of her head. “Look who's talking.”

Briareos takes a blanket and covers himself. “He says the two of you are having far too much fun.”

“Wait! I need to make the shading!” Irini whines. “The shadow of his cock was so lovely! I could write sonnets just about that shadow.”

“That’s my shadow,” you say with a smirk.

After the two leave, you kneel  in front of Briareos. He moves aside the blanket and you place your hands on his thighs. “Your thoughts were quite loud. I was having a hard time controlling myself in front of them.” He arches his hips, bringing himself closer to your lips.

You reach around, grabbing his arse as you take his cock into your mouth. Growls ripple from his chest, and you moan in reply. He grabs the top of your head, fingers tangling into your hair. You turn your gaze up to him, watching his expression melt like honey. His cock pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You choke slightly, turning your head so you can take more. You reach down with one hand to touch yourself, rolling your fingertips over your clit.

“This will not help the mating,” he growls.

You moan against him, taking him in your throat again. “This is just a treat for being a good boy.” Drool drips from your chin, and your fingers have sunk between his cheeks. You press a finger inside him just as you dip your fingers inside yourself. Briareos loses his train of thought. He’s close, you can feel it. You thrust your fingers inside yourself, crooking the finger inside him. Briareos grunts and chokes, and his throat glows brightly.  His cock throbs, pushing deeper and gushing into your throat. He holds you there, keeping you on him. Then he pulls out slowly, watching you while he does. He heaves, falling back onto the sofa. You’re a mess and your jaw hurts, but you grin with pride at having brought him down in such a way.

You sit beside him on the sofa until he is able to speak into your mind again. His eyes glow gold as he gazes at you. “Do you like me now?” you ask.

“What?”

“I asked you on our journey here if you liked me. You merely alluded that you tolerated me.” You place your hand on his chest. “Time has passed between us now, almost months. I would like to know if you like me.”

Briareos smooths his fingers through your hair before catching your chin. “You are my mate.”

“But that doesn’t mean you like me.”

He smirks. “Do you like me?”

“I adore you, but please answer me. Answer me directly. I can take your answer if it’s cruel.”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “I do not need to share the bed with you, and yet I do. I want to.” He tilts his head. “Will that answer do?”

You smile and lay your head on his chest. “Yes. It does.”