There were noises coming from Mama’s bedroom, and before we’d get caught, I broke the kiss and took Vespyr’s hand to pull her into her bedroom where I closed the door.
“I want you to take off your clothes,” I told her, turning to look at her as she stood in the middle of her bedroom.
She didn’t hesitate, and only seconds later, she was standing naked in front of me.
I looked down at her underwear lying on the floor, lined with a pad that had a fair amount of blood on it.
“Wait right here.”
I walked over to her closet to grab a towel, then I placed it onto her bed because I knew it was going to get messy, and although it wouldn’t have mattered if there’d be blood on her bed or not, it wouldn’t only be blood from her period making the bed dirty.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I turned to her bedroom door.
“Wait right here,” I repeated, then I left her room to go over to mine.
It took him a few minutes until he came back with a few things in his hands.
I was still standing in the middle of my bedroom with nothing on, slowly starting to get cold.
“What’s that for?” I asked as I noticed a knife he must’ve left here before moving out to live with Papa.
It was big.
“I don’t want you to ask all these questions, Vespyr. I won’t hurt you,” he promised.
Why would he? Fennec loved me.
He had also brought tape, which might’ve been the reason for the knife.
“Hold out your hands,” he ordered, and once I held my hands toward him, he set the things he was holding onto my desk and grabbed the tape again.
“I think you’ve noticed that I’m into some weird things, huh? Remember how I used that knife to trace your skin? I’d never cut you, Ves. And I promise you’ll enjoy your first time. It’ll be beautiful,” he said with a smile on his lips, and I couldn’t do anything other than nod.
He started to wrap the tape around my wrists the way he did with the rope back in the treehouse.
Only difference was that the tape hurt a little more than the rope.
I observed Fennec as he cut off the tape and placed it back on the desk, then he made me put my arms up, fully exposing my upper body.
“You’re beautiful, Ves. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You’ll see. I’ll make you feel good.”
I believed every single one of his words.
His hands cupped my breasts gently, squeezing them and pinching my nipples while his eyes observed everything he was doing.
I pressed my lips into a thin line and held my breath as he continued to massage them, and moments later, he leaned in to pull one nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around it, then he started to flick it against the hard, little nub, the same way he had done with my clit before.
A moan escaped me, and I lowered my arms to grip his hair with both hands.
“Arms up, Ves,” he directed, quickly making me hold my hands over my head again.
My body was starting to tense up, and since I couldn’t ease it by gripping his hair, I curled my toes into the carpet floor while clenching my thighs together.
The familiar stinging in my pussy started, and I knew I soon needed either his hands or tongue on my clit.
He continued to play with my tits, massaging and squeezing, pulling at my nipples and licking them while I tried to keep my moans low.
“So fucking beautiful. You’re mine. No other guy will ever touch you, sweet girl.”
I didn’t want that anyway.
My arms were starting to feel tired, but what I was most worried about was the blood dripping down the insides of my thighs.
“Fen, the blood,” I hinted, trying to keep more blood from flowing out of me by crossing my legs.
His right hand left my breast and he moved it down my belly to reach between my thighs.
He moved his fingers between my folds, making me uncross my legs again so he had better access.
I felt a drop of blood running down the inside of my leg, but before it reached my knee, Fennec wiped it off and held his blood-covered fingers to my lips.
“Suck on them,” he ordered, and with no hesitation whatsoever, I wrapped my lips around his fingers and licked my own blood off them.
I kept my eyes on him as his dropped to my lips, and after pulling them out of my mouth again, he cupped my jaw and squeezed my cheeks as he kissed me to get a taste of it himself.
He pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth, licking over my own as blood mixed with saliva.
No matter what he was up to, and no matter how disgusting the things he wanted to do to me were, I’d be right here doing whatever he told me to.
I was a goner for Fennec, and nothing would push me away from him.
Not even the unwell and heavy feeling he left deep inside my chest at times.
24
Fennec dropped to his knees with his hands on my hips, and I spread my feet wider apart so he’d have easier access to my pussy.
I looked down at him to observe every single move he made, and with his eyes on mine, he leaned in and licked through my folds, my blood coating his tongue.
My arms were still over my head, but I couldn’t hold them there any longer.
I let them down and gripped his hair with both hands still tight together at my wrists.
As intense as everything felt, the unsureness that always crept up on me before we did something like this made me insecure, but until today, that unsureness was shallow.
“Do you love me?” I asked, needing to know that he didn’t do this just to mess with me.
“Of course I love you, sweet girl,” he replied, looking up at me with blood covering his lips.
“No, I mean really love me. The way a boyfriend should love a girlfriend,” I said.
He laughed, digging his fingertips into my skin. “That’s a stupid question, Vespyr. Would you let me do all these things if you didn’t know that I love you like that? You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t let me use you like that.”
No, I wouldn’t.
I kept my mouth shut from then on, and let him continue making me feel as incredible as only he could.
His tongue brushed through my folds once again, and with my blood dripping down his chin, he was smearing it all over my inner thighs, making a mess.
But of course, neither of us cared, and when he started to flick his tongue against my clit, I threw my head back and held on tight to his hair while he steadied me with his hands on my hips.
“Oh, Fen!” I cried, not able to stop my legs from shaking as he worked his magic with his tongue.
I could hear him swallow from time to time, and for some strange reason, it turned me on knowing he was swallowing my blood.
It was his own, and how wrong was that really?
The unsettling feeling was gone again, and I focused on his hands moving to my ass, gripping it tightly while his tongue continued to lick along my folds and play with my clit.
“Come,” he demanded, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
I looked down to see half of his face was now covered in my blood, and his eyes were filled with excitement as he pleasured me.
“I need more,” I told him, remembering how good his fingers felt inside of me.
And to my luck, he knew exactly what I wanted from him.