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bleeding on someone to mark my property…… ouugghhhh……
I spiller some... ketchup...
On the floor and...
Tw ketchup 🤫
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A red vineyard bloomed from my wrists
Palissage slowed the vigor
My viticulturist, my sweet
Iron and copper now saccharine and dry
You’ve acquired a taste
Blood-magick Brat
I was trying to shave and on the verge of running late. I have a heavy beard and it takes a careful hand to get it right. She knew that. So I wanted to complete the job quickly and then get out of her way so she could tend to her post-shower beauty ministrations.
But she was making it so difficult. Drying herself off, she was talking a mile a minute. Chatty, thinking out-loud, waiting for me to respond. I really wasn’t listening. I knew better than to try to concentrate on anything else when using my strait razor and there was no time to deal with a nick.
“Baby, one moment, okay?” I replied in the softest most patient voice possible. But she either didn’t hear me or she didn’t care. And on and on she went.
However, her words were swirling into a white noise of chatter (the kind you tune out while waiting in line at a theme park). I was nearly finished. Then out of nowhere, she delivered a loud hard wallop right to my ass, startling the hell out of me.
Blood trickled down my jawline onto my neck. “Are you listening to me?” she said half-playful.
Wincing, I blurted out a sharp “Damn it.” As I dabbed the tiny but painful cut with a tissue, I sneered back at her. She was smiling. The fucking brat was smiling. Trying to stop herself from smiling, yes, but smiling nonetheless.
As I pulled away the tissue to grab another one, her eyes went wide. Feral and ravenous. She dropped her towel and craned her neck forward. Thrusting her mouth and tongue onto the negligible but dramatic-looking wound, I felt her licking the blood like it was fucking soft-serve.
This fixation was known only to me and it was generally a kink of hers that I loved. However, I just wasn’t in that mood. Why was she doing this? She knows I don’t have the time. Momentarily, annoyance coursed through my entire being with a loud angry sigh.
Then…
The script was flipped. Like a tumbler clicking into place on a baroque piece of engineering, he showed up. The incubus, the demon, the part of myself I keep buried and hidden from the world. Feeling possessed, I pushed down on the back of her head and she responded with a deep guttural moan, sucking like a nursing infant.
Snarling, I yanked back on her hair and shoved her down hard onto her knees. “Open your fucking mouth,” I growled; and, almost instantly, her eyes were full of tears and she could only breath through her nose.
With my neck a crimson sticky mess and the full length of my cock vanishing down her throat, I pondered that my boss was just going to have to accept a late start.
The noise coming from her throat was almost impossible to describe. A discordant canticle, a plainsong. She was in a trance; one I had witnessed only a handful of times. The iron-taste of the blood she had sucked right out of my flesh was mixing into a cocktail of pre-cum and her own saliva. She was drunk on it, relishing that my cock was repeatedly stabbing into her esophagus.
With her gag reflex trained out of her long ago, I could visibly see I was transforming the shape of her slender neck all the way down to the little space between the bones of her clavicle. Her throat expanded and contracted as I fucked her face with absolutely zero restraint.
I was well acquainted with this woman’s rhythms, her needs, desires; when she wasn’t getting off and when she was… and, in this moment, a torrent was building inside of her. Without having touched herself even once, she was going to cum all over the bathroom floor. Right now.
She looked up at me, her eyes a bloodshot mess. Seeing the pink-hued concoction of pre-cum, blood and saliva squeezing out of the corners of her mouth, I snarled “cum for me, slut!”
In that instant, the dam inside her broke.
With the linoleum flooded, her chest and throat reverberated like she were a Khöömii-singing monk. As I saw her eyes rolling back into her head, I yanked my cock out of her mouth. A thick sheen of pink drool coated my hand as I stroked out heavy jets of pearly white cum all over her bloody tongue.
Before she had a chance to even catch her breath, I swooped her off the floor; her tiny form suspended in my arms. With her legs bent at the knees over my forearm, I kissed her deeply, sharing the mess we made.
After lingering there a for a few moments, I sat her down on the sink and began wiping her eyes and cheeks while inspecting her lips for any cracks. After gently massaging her neck, she abruptly threw her arms around mine.
Tenderly, she kissed the now clotting wound on my neck and whispered “thank you.”
carving hearts and the first initial of your name on each other’s thighs before leaving dark hickies>>>>
craving a bloody, wet, gay, messy, hot, t4t make out session right now
I want to fucking hurt him, to cut him and to leave him bloody. I want to see him not being able to to tell what he is loosing consciousness from. The blood loss or the lack of oxygen maybe even the fucked out bliss of it all.
Get em so strung out and hopped up they don't even notice you carving your name into their back when your done screwing em