Strigoi Boyfriend: Briareos (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster

It’s a well-known fact your family are hunters, earning their fame by tracking and disposing of creatures who are on the supernatural side. As a child, your grandfather told you stories about how he killed vampires and werewolves, and carried out exorcisms. All your life you were surrounded by the occult, and often heard screams coming from the basement. You learned marksmanship and fighting skills from your mother, tracking and supernatural history from your father. Like your mother’s kin, you were a natural. Unlike them, you hated the work with a passion. Your interests lay more in the study of these creatures than their eradication. You had seen evil in mankind, so perhaps there was goodness in these so-called monsters.

Then came the accident several years ago. Your parents and grandfather were killed in a rock slide in the mountains they frequently traveled, and was no sign of their carriage, no sign of life despite an exhausting search. You were the last of the bloodline, and were left everything. Your family’s whole trip - perhaps the reason for the demise - was undertaken to meet a prospective husband for you. You took it as a sign you were never meant to marry, and gleefully accepted the role of eccentric spinster.

You used a sum of your new fortune to remodel the old house, locking away the weapons and keepsakes of your families’ hunts into a wing you designated a museum. You turned the underground basement-laboratory-dungeon into something more inviting. You would be a scholar now. You invited others to your home to study the occult, the supernatural, and yes, the monsters.

There weren’t many of you, but there was enough to get the ball rolling. You revealed a family secret which had allowed your ancestors to become the hunters they were. Your bloodline had a certain amount of psychic power, and over the years, through selective breeding, they had tried to create the most powerful psychic. This would have been your child, had they succeeded in bringing back your proposed husband. Now you were the most powerful psychic in the bloodline.

“I believe the methods your family used to hunt can be used to contact a multitude of creatures.” Dr. Novara is a veterinarian who is fascinated by monsters, particularly werewolves. “If we can even find one, we could study them, and determine whether it is possible that not all monsters are evil.”

“It will be dangerous. We can’t just make a creature feel like a prisoner, but a member of the household. Part of the reason supernatural beasts lash out is because they are ostracized.” Irini Roudouli is a philosopher-poet, and has been fascinated by the mind ever since youth. Her theories of supernatural behavior began when she believed she had sex with an incubus.

“That’s what the cellar is for,” you reply. “They will have their own home, separate, yet still with us. They may come and go as they please and have their freedom as well as protection.”

“But how will we make them stay?” Irini asks. “We can make the attempt, but given the chance to run, we may never keep one.”

You smile knowingly, already a few steps ahead of your colleagues. “I already have an idea.” You stand and approach the blackboard which Dr. Novara has already been scribbling on. “I’ve been studying my grandfather’s journals, and I believe I know the whereabouts of a nest of Strigoi in the upper Saliscouche Mountains.”

“Strigoi?” Irini’s brow creases. “I thought they were legends.”

“My grandfather’s journals mention pursuing them into the mountains, but never seeing them emerge. It is possible they no longer exist, but I believe they are merely hiding up there. If that’s the case, they are probably desperate to rebuild their numbers.”

Dr. Novara looks at you incredulously. “My lady, am I to believe you are willing to offer yourself as a breeding vessel to the Strigoi?”

Irini raises her hand. “I volunteer as well.”

Dr. Novara scoffs and flops his mouth open and closed. “You do not even know if this is possible! Let alone if they would even want mortal flesh.”

“You don’t know how werewolves mate, and yet you want to offer yourself up the same way,” Irini smarts at him.

Dr. Novara’s cheeks darken and he clears his throat. “My lady, I am sure you have considered all the possible circumstances.”

“I have. With my studies and my family's knowledge, I know that Strigoi are also highly psychic in nature. Their anatomy resembles their cousins the vampires, and I am almost eighty-five percent certain there is a Strigoi ancestor in my family tree. My four-times-great grandmother had a son, but no known husband, and that son was the first of our family to have psychic powers - not to mention a proclivity for hunting.”

“We can make assumptions all day about our ancestors being impregnated by witches and ghouls, but that is not what we are here to do,” Dr. Novara retorts.

“We are if it helps,” you say gleefully. “I plan on going to the Saliscouche Mountains, just to see if my theories are correct. If they are, I will return with a mate.”

Irini frowns. “You plan on going alone?”

You nod. “Just for now. I would not risk either of you should my theories be wrong. If I am correct, though, we can travel together in the future. But I need you both here to keep up the cause, as well as survive as my benefactors.”

“My lady!” Dr. Novara exclaims.

“You are my friends and confidants. Though we may be few, I intend to keep you alive, well, and happy. So for the time being, stay put.” You leave in a few days, taking a carriage with you, as well as a few necessary tools for the trip.

Once you reach the Saliscouche Mountains, you rest in the village below, and take off hiking the next day. You’ve trained all your life for such a journey, and you have memorized your grandfather’s maps of this very mountain range. In his youth, he too followed his ancestor’s maps to the Strigoi. They are thought to be evil spirits who possess animals to create the other monsters. But your family learned that they were powerful shapeshifters, capable of mind control. They were also believed to be related to vampires, even to be their forebears.

You climb beyond the trees, to where wild goats make their home. The further you go, the more you feel an itch at the back of your mind, like someone whispering to you from a distance. The louder that whisper becomes, the more intently you press on.

Eventually you come to a cave. As you stand at the mouth, the whisper solidifies into a voice, and you can hear it speaking to you without understanding the words. You take off your pack, and despite the cold, you remove all your clothes and stand naked at the entrance of the cave. Concentrating like you had been taught, you reply to the voice in your mind. Your thoughts are swept aside, and your goal becomes clear. “I will bear the new generation if you come with me.”

The voice in the back of your mind becomes clear as well, deep and rough. “Show me.”

“Come out,” you reply. “I am ready to receive you, but once you are done, you must come home with me. I know your numbers are small, so once you are assured of safety, we will return and bring them home with us.”

You can feel his breathing down your back. His mind is strong, and you know he has been calling out to you all this time.

“I know you need me,” you whisper to him. “I will be yours, if you will be mine.”

A figure appears in the mouth of the cave, strongly built, but lithe as well. He emerges from the shadows, watching you from the darkness. His eyes glow gold, and there is a vibrance to his throat that also shines. “Your blood smells familiar,” he whispers into your mind.

You step closer to the cave. His skin is extremely pale to your eyes, almost completely white. His features are sharp, with jutting cheekbones and jaw. His nose is snubbed like that of a bat, and his long white hair is pulled back from his face and body. You place your palm on his chest, and the skin feels like fine velvet. The glow from his throat extends down to his sternum, where it becomes scarlet. His ribs jut out sharply before tapering into his small waist.

He grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to sniff it. A low growl issues from him as the light in his chest grows brighter. His long tongue slithers out, licking your wrist and down your arm.

“How long has it been?” you ask him.

His eyes flick up to yours. “So long that I do not remember the taste.”

“Then taste me and remember.”

His eyes narrow at you. “What do you have to gain by doing this? What is it you want from us?”

“My family and yours have been at war for generations. I want to end it.” You touch his chest again with your free hand. “I want to fix what my family has destroyed.”

“I knew I recognized that blood.” He bites into your wrist with jagged rows of sharp, crystalline teeth.

You gasp out loud, whimpering until the pain becomes a dull numbness that flows down your arm and through your body.“What’s your name?” you ask him.

He pulls his mouth from your arm and glares into your eyes. “Briareos.” He picks you up, pushing your back against the stone wall of the cave. “I will leave with you, but only once I am assured you are my mate.”

You lock your legs around his narrow waist. “That is why I am naked.”

His lip curls and he bends his head, burying his face against your neck and shoulder. He moans against your skin, sniffing at it while his long tongue explores. His body is covered in velvet softness, with tufts on his elbows, his spine, his knees and the tops of his feet. The pads of his hands and feet are dark, rough, leathery skin. He presses himself close to you, feeling every inch of your body. Years of training have given you strong muscles. Briareos breathes against you, moving his lips until his teeth are on your ear. “You do not fear what I could do to you?”

“My family has done worse. I welcome whatever you wish to give me.” You look into his eyes, cupping your hands around his face. “But I am here to make love.”

He smirks. “You are lucky that I have already eaten once today.” You feel something against your pubis, something hard and warm. “You are wet.”

“You will be soon too,” you breathe. “Once you fuck me.”

“I will not just fuck,” Briareos whispers. “I will ravage and impregnate.” He is already hard and thrusts himself inside you roughly. It takes your breath away. You cling to him, throwing your head over his shoulder while he drives up ravenously inside you.

You cry out loud, moaning into his ear. “Yes! Yes! I want this! I deserve this!” You kiss his neck and cheek, biting his earlobe to make him thrust harder. Your back scrapes against the rock wall, but all you feel is his sharp fingers digging into your hips.

“You will take me. You will want me!” Briareos growls in your mind.

“I will give!” you wail. You kiss him hungrily, tasting your blood still on his lips. You howl against them as his roughness brings you to heaven’s gates. He lays you down, lifting your hips into the air as he drives down inside you. “Not a drop wasted!” he demands.

You’re already weak, but his renewed vigor drives you over the edge. Your eyes roll back, you see white, and you can barely think anymore, let alone make a sound. Briareos shudders and roars, grunting, panting as he releases inside. “My mate,” he breathes into your mind.

“Yes,” you look up into his glowing eyes. “I am yours.”

Briareos remains inside you, climbing on top of you and placing his weight on you. He smooths his hands up your arms and laces his fingers with yours. He rocks his hips gently, and you whimper from overstimulation. “Take me,” he whispers.

You look back into his eyes, pleading. “I will. I swear.”

He kisses you, moaning against your skin as he swirls his tongue between your lips. “Such stupid, little teeth,” he smirks. “What danger could you possibly be?”

“Dangerous enough.”

Briareos comes with you, vowing to return once he is certain that his people would be safe if they stay with you. The journey home takes longer. During the day, he has to sleep and be buried underground. You travel mostly at night, and even then your trek takes some time as you and Briareos take every opportunity to tryst.

“I still don’t understand exactly why you would do this,” he tells you one night. Your body is weak from sex, but you know you must press forward. “This does not seem like the behaviour of a sane woman.”

“Maybe I am not sane, but I am genuine in wanting to mend the wounds my ancestors made.” You look up at him, seeing his eyes and throat glow in the darkness. “This is my way of rebelling.”

His eyes flicker down to yours. “But is there something more you want from this?”

“I, too, want an heir,” you confess. “But I am not too fond of marriage. A partnership like this seems much more fitting.” You pat his thigh and look back at the road.

“There are others who want mates,” Briareos says warningly.

“I have two willing volunteers for the cause,” you answer. “I am sure we can find more if need be.”

Briareos goes quiet, but you can almost feel his thoughts in the back of your mind, and the warmth and softness of your own body as he plants himself inside you.  “Do you like me?” you ask.

He stiffens. “Why do you ask?”

You shrug. “I like you, so far.”

“I like parts of you,” he answers honestly.

You nod and smile. “That’s enough for now.”

You return home near daybreak, and take him to the cellar in a hurry. He slows as he steps inside, realizing he will not have to be buried again. “This is all yours during your stay,” you tell him. “You are free to do as you please and come and go as you like, but I ask you to stay on the grounds for your own protection.” You lead him over to the bed and pull back the blankets.

Briareos touches the blankets and sheets, then looks at you strangely. “To sleep,” you tell him. “It’s your bed.”

He takes you into his arms, pulling you close to his chest. His hands dig into your hips through your skirts.  “You are my mate. It is our bed.”

“Oh,” you exclaim out loud. “You want me here?”

Briareos doesn’t answer, but he lays you down on the bed, removing your dress and underclothes. He presses his body onto yours like that night outside the cave. His hands stroke up your arms, and he buries his face against your neck.

“I’ll stay,” you whisper. “This will be our bed.”

He bites your shoulder, taking blood from you. You moan softly, kissing the top of his head as he sups. You have begun to like the sensation, although it does itch after he bites and licks the marks to seal them. “You’ll taste better once you’ve slept,” Briareos murmurs.

“So will you.”

You pull the blankets up around you once he takes a side of the bed. He lies flat on his back, and the glow in his throat becomes dim. You watch him sleep, drifting off yourself as you settle into the quiet. When he wakes, you’ll introduce him to Iniri and Dr. Novara, and you will begin to study him. You will also make love to him again, and again, and again. You smile to yourself, and finally you rest.