I did the same, still observing the scissors. “Did you take a shower?” I asked, although his hair wasn’t wet and there was no steam from hot water in the air.
“No. I was waiting for you. Take off your sweater and turn around,” he demanded.
I never hesitated when he asked me to do something, and although I was still unsure about the scissors, I took off my sweater and placed it next to the sink.
I was about to take off my sports bra, but Fennec was quicker.
In one swift move, he cut through the fabric between my breasts.
My jaw dropped and my eyes were back on his as he just stood there with a smug grin on his face.
“I don’t have many of those, Fen!” I cried, pulling down the straps to take it off and look at it.
“I can’t wear this anymore,” I sighed, holding it up for him to see.
“I don’t like those things covering you up, Vespyr. You don’t need them anyway. Your tits are great.”
He grabbed my now unusable bra and put it aside, then he leaned in and pulled one nipple into his mouth before cupping the other with his left hand.
“I could’ve easily taken it off without you cutting it.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he growled, and when his tongue flicked against my nipple, my anger was already gone.
I felt the scissors drag along my stomach, then he moved it to my other tit to circle the tip around it.
He wouldn’t hurt me, but I tensed as the two blades opened and lightly pinched my nipple.
“Fennec,” I warned, looking down to see what exactly he was doing.
“Relax.”
He closed the blades a little more, and I jumped at the sharpness pinching one of my most sensitive body parts.
He hadn’t cut me, but he was close to.
Fennec chuckled as he saw my shocked facial expression, and after letting my other nipple pop out of his mouth, I took a step back.
“Don’t do that again.”
“Don’t be such a pussy, Vespyr. There’s far worse I could do to you.”
He set the scissors down, then he cupped my face and pulled me to him with his body pressed against mine.
His lips were close to mine, and after looking into my eyes for a second, his tongue came out and licked along my lips before he kissed me passionately.
I granted him access into my mouth by opening up wider, seeing as he liked to dip his tongue deep inside.
He brushed against my tongue, swirling around it and accumulating as much spit as possible.
His hands left my cheeks and wandered down to my ass, gripping it tightly and then massaging it.
I felt his cock pressed against my stomach, and I moved my hips to feel more of him.
The towel was bothering me, so I made quick work of it and let it drop to his feet.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and rubbed on it as he continued to move his hands over my ass, making me moan.
I needed to get rid of my pants, but Fennec had other plans.
He broke the kiss and made me take my hand off his cock, then he turned me around so my back was to him.
He reached around me with one hand, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple as he ran his other fingers down my spine where all the small cuts he had left behind a few days ago turned into scabs.
He started to pick on them, making me feel little sparks against my skin whenever he ripped one open.
“Fen,” I whispered, unsure if what he was doing was normal but shortly after, I had to laugh at myself for asking that question.
What the hell was normal when it came to Fennec?
He liked blood, that much was clear.
But picking at someone else’s scabs was new to me.
“If you pick on them, they’ll leave scars. And I want you to be scarred because of me,” he murmured.
Whatever he wanted, I would let him have it.
There was nothing else I desired more than to make him happy, and if it meant to suffer or let him do things like this, I would let him.
“That’s it,” he said proudly, gripping both my shoulders and turning my back to the mirror and making me look back at myself.
“Beautiful…this blood is all mine,” he growled, observing the droplets of blood on most of the cuts.
It didn’t look too bad, and besides him, no one would ever get to see what was now decorating my spine.
It was his doing, and I was okay with it.
I watched him lean in and kiss my shoulder before he trailed kisses to the back of my neck and then down my spine to taste what he had created.
With my eyes closed, I turned my head again and closed my eyes as his tongue licked every single inch until he was back at my neck.
I had reached to his cock again to give him the pleasure he needed, and when his lips pressed against my cheek, I turned my head again to face him.
“I want more,” he whispered, cupping my jaw and placing his lips on mine again.
I wasn’t on my period anymore, which for the first time I wished I still were.
“Take these off,” he muttered as he tugged at my pants, so I quickly did while he let go of me to turn to the shower.
No matter what he was up to, I was here for it.
“Get in,” he demanded.
I walked into the shower and watched him standing there with his hand wrapped around his cock and rubbing it while he eyed my body.
“Can’t taste more of your blood right now, but there’s something else I would like to taste,” he said, his eyes on my pussy.
There were two things he could taste coming from down there, but I wasn’t going to guess which one as the thought of it was slightly unsettling.
“Put one foot up against the glass,” he ordered.
He stepped in front of me and closed the shower door behind him, and when I lifted my foot, he knelt in front of me.
“Don’t look at me like that, Ves. People do this out in the wild when they get lost and need to stay hydrated. It’s normal,” he said as a weight lifted off my shoulders.
“Do you wanna…”
“Yes, Vespyr. I wanna drink your piss.”
My heartbeat picked up speed for some strange reason, and just as I thought I wasn’t going to like the thought of that, my mind surprised me once again.
“Okay. Right now?” I asked.
“Whenever you feel like it. Don’t tell me when. Just do it while I lick your pussy.”
I nodded, placing one hand against the wall and the other on his head to steady myself.
He was still stroking his cock with one hand while he cupped my ass with the other, then he leaned in and licked through my folds.
The tension in my lower belly was already growing, but I wanted to make him wait before he could taste my piss.
His tongue flicked against my clit, and his fingers moved to my asshole, gently rubbing against it before he pushed one finger inside.
I moaned quietly and put my head back against the wall to try and relax, but with all those sensations I was feeling at once, it was hard to.
He started fingering me, pushing two more fingers into my pussy while his tongue kept playing with my clit.
As good as it felt, I realized there was no way for me to come before I had emptied my bladder, but before I let him have what he wanted, I tensed and made us both suffer through my teasing.
“Oh, God…” I cried, pulling at his hair as my body slowly weakened.
I had to let go, and when I did, his mouth was right there to fill up.