Chapter Nine
Vex
(they/sir)
Peaches Cream – 112
My cock swells at analarming rate. There’s nothing at this moment that could drive me away from Dulce. The way her blood sings to me doesn’t even compare to the way her eyes ensnare me now.
“Vex, please,” she whimpers. It’s such a sad noise, like a strangled cry and a whine all wrapped in a needy bow.
How did I stay away from her this long?
“I know we have rules,” she reminds me with her breathy words. “But just this once. Please. I’m so desperate. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything, my little dove?” She frantically nods as I lower onto the floor. Her head and gaze follow my movements as I kneel beneath her.
“A-anything,” she stutters, her flushed appearance only urging me forward.
I don’t second guess myself as I lick up her seam. She practically screams as my tongue separates her, teasing her clit as she soaks me with her arousal. No words come to me as I simply devour the flavor that is Dulce.
Peaches.
Like a fucking pie with whipped cream on top. She’s divine, too pure for anyone, especially the likes of me.
“Vex,” she hisses as I latch onto her clit. I don’t let go. I continue to suck, and then without warning, she grips my horns. My cock weeps.
“Dulce,” I rasp, my hoarse voice too unhinged for my normal semblance of control. My horns... They’re filled with nerve endings, and I could come from them being rubbed alone.
She uses this opportunity to stroke them, pushing my face farther into her flesh. My teeth dig into her, and I’m lost. Her blood fills me, while her sounds are like an accompanying melody.
“Bloody hell,” I groan in response.
Her cries have me aching and the connection we share only blisters as she shakes beneath me. Sinking two fingers into her, she arches her back with a scream. I curve my digits inward, pressing on that textured flesh I know feels so good.
“Vex, Vex, Vex...” She chants my name as if it’s her only prayer, and the things it does to my ego. I grunt as I push pleasure through my fangs. Her voice gets louder as I pump into her. The way the flavor of her blood mixes with her arousal is enough to push me over the edge.
Like a bloody juvenile who hasn’t fooled around before, my cock throbs and shoots inside my trousers as my teeth dig deeper.
It isn’t until her barely there whimpers meet my brain that I realize I’m taking too much. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. I immediately pull free and see her peachy complexion wane a bit. It’s less vibrant, and her chest rises and falls too slowly.
We have rules.
We had rules.
Shit.
I rise and climb onto the bed, not thinking twice of the consequences. Before I can even stop my worrisome brain, I slice into my wrist and drag it to her mouth.
Forbidden.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
The reminder is loud in my head, but nothing else matters but her. My blood trickles into her parted lips, over her chin, and some even trails down her throat. If not for the fear consuming my every thought, it would be beautiful. A mystical eroticism that I’ve always wanted to experience.
Her chest rises and falls in a steadier rhythm, and then her eyes open. Lips wrap along the flesh that’s nearly closed now. She licks, her tongue desperately seeking more of me. Our eyes meet with so much pent-up passion, and the desire and longing in her expression nearly knocks me on my ass.
“Little dove,” I rasp with so much emotion.
“What happened?” she drowsily questions, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “One moment I was having the best orgasm of my life, and the next, I felt so far away.”
“Took too much blood,” I shamefully admit, the concern filling me with dread. Not once in my many years in existence did I overstep and take too much blood from anyone.
We were born—Saephyns—unlike Senguines, which meant we had complete control. I’m unsure why I couldn’t stop, but I’m appalled with myself.
Her tiny palm reaches for my jaw. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she repeats once more. “It’s okay that you lost control.”
I rotate, kissing her fingertips and then her palm. The heat of her skin, letting me know there’s no permanent damage, is enough to have me kissing her wrist, down her arm, and up to her throat.
“I’ve never lost control before,” I murmur against her pulse point. It hammers against my lips in a frantic beat. “You wreck me, little dove.”
She whimpers as my tongue traces my favorite artery, a close second to her femoral. “I want to sink inside your throat and taste the way you call my name.”
“Do it,” she begs, wiggling as I lower her onto the bed once more.
“Not tonight. I’m not sure what consequences we’ll have from creating this bond.” Her hand glides up my suit-covered chest before residing over my heart.
“I don’t care if the world ends as a result, Vex. Stop holding back from me.”
I nip her throat, dragging my canines upward until I reach her chin. With a nibble there, I hover over her mouth. Something I’ve wanted to do since the first time we met urges me forward and our lips collide.
It’s not soft or gentle, it’s as if this motion set us off. Like this was the push needed to unravel me fully. She wraps her thighs around me, squeezing, all the while our lips are locked.
Her tongue tentatively presses against my closed mouth, and when I open, she pushes in, just to drag it across my canines. “You taste like peaches,” she whispers thoughtfully, dragging her tongue across the extended fangs once more.
My cock aches in my pants, the mess from earlier nearly forgotten. “You’re the one who tastes like peaches, little dove. The sweetest fucking flavor I’ve ever had.”
She presses her tongue against mine and I nibble as she explores. Her hands move up my chest and to my jaw. They’re purposeful and nervous. Right now, we’re overstepping our normal roles. Usually she’s tied up, strapped down, and at my mercy. My little dove begs for impact, for the sting of it and the kind of release it offers her.
I give her a masochist’s release with pain, and she thanks me before bidding me good night. Every time I let her go my heart broke more and more, thinking of whom she sought to fulfill the ache I gave.
“Vex.” She snakes her hand up my back. “Fuck me.”
“Already?” I tease, nipping her jaw. “I’ve barely tasted you. We have so much more pain to go through.” Her nostrils flare as her eyes dilate. Yeah, she likes the sound of that.
“You’ve been quite the good girl,” I praise, knowing her tastes come from pain and praise, all the while being punished when she’s bad.
I adore the way her eyes light up as I give soft commands and give her all the words she needs to hear. “Remove your dress,” I instruct. Her eyes melt as she wiggles beneath me. Wanting to cut her some slack, I step backward and allow her to remove her clothing. She tries to rush, grabbing one strap and pressing it down.
“Slower.”
Her eyes narrow as she glares at me; there’s unbidden heat, a desperation built on this game we often played.
Her fingers trace the strap before she lowers it, her eyes never leaving mine. Dragging the straps along with the bodice down her body, I’m entranced. The dress she chose tonight is pink and white, little puffy shoulders, and a tight, cinched waist.
It falls to her feet after she presses it past her wide hips. “Better?”
“Perfection,” I correct. Usually, I stay dressed. Never do I need to be naked to dole out her pain. It’s nonsexual after all.
There’s nothing platonic about the way we stare at each other, our eyes telling the forbidden story of lines we promised to never cross.
“Promise me that after this, we’ll still be us,” she urges, interrupting my salacious thoughts. I near her once more, lifting her chin with the pad of my finger.
“After I fuck you, Dulce—and believe me when I say I’ll fuck you—you’ll be mine. We’ll still be us, but somehow, it’ll be better.”
“Okay,” she lets out, her shoulders sagging in relief as she peers up at me. “Fuck me.”
The words are as soft as my fingers caressing her jaw. They’re so gentle it’s almost maddening. How can someone so soft have this much control over me?
It’s not just her body, it’s her mind I want to fuck. I want to be seated so far in there that roots start to take form, planting deep until all she knows is me and her and this passion we share.
“On the bed, little dove. Feet planted, thighs wide.”
She takes no time to listen, scooting back until she’s in the exact position. Her eyes haunt me with their desire. It’s so foreign. I noticed her desire for me before, but this is unshielded. Fear no longer hides her from me.
The tap, tap, tap of her heartbeat calls to me. With a snap of my wrist, my clothes are gone too. Her eyes roam me freely, devouring me from head to toe. Each tattoo on my body is dissected with care as heat flames in her expression, and I’m not sure how to stop the way my chest aches in response.
This is everything I wanted.
Her body beneath mine, her eyes worshipping me.
“Fuck, stop looking at me like that.”
She blinks her eyes innocently, and it’s true, she doesn’t know how she’s affecting me currently. How my body sings for hers and how hers will soon do the same for mine.
“My blood calls out for you, little dove. It burns with the thought of making you mine,” I rasp, hovering over her throat. “I’m not hungry anymore, yet I’m fucking famished for you.”
“Then have me,” she whispers, her fingers clasping my waist.
My teeth salivate, begging me to sink in. I want to. I want to sink into her throat and fuck her while I do it. Before I do, though, I raise her legs above my shoulders.
“You’re dripping.” My voice is a husky drawl, hard with barely there control. I swipe three fingers through her slick folds and bring them upward. “Look at you.” It’s a command, and her eyes follow my hand. I stretch the three fingers in front of my face, the silkiness of her arousal stretching between my fingers. “So messy. Be a good girl and clean it for me,” I order, bringing my hand to her mouth. Her eyes dilate as she sucks them into her mouth.
As if the sweet flavor is too much to bear, she moans, her eyes rolling back as if the taste alone brought her pleasure.
“That’s a good little dove. You listen so well.”
Heat rises up her throat and to her cheeks, the darkening of her flesh making me harder somehow. I lean forward, my cock teasing her entrance.
“Please, Vex. Please, please, please,” she begs, her eyes shining with tears. She’s always been a masochist, and I’m sure a little bit of edging never hurt anyone.
“I’m going to sink inside you, little dove. But I need you to be so good for me and not move,” I say, giving her just the tip. The first piercing on the head has made it inside her. Only four to go. She whines and writhes, her little noises not helping the need inside me.
“You can do it. I believe in you. And if you’re so good for me, I’ll make it up to you. You want to warm my cock, don’t you? Get it nice and wet, hot, and ready for your orgasm.”
She jerkily nods, but the sweat on her brow tells me this is a challenge for her. “Use your words, little dove. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she whimpers, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. What I’d do to bring it into my own and bite down.
I sink in another few inches, nearly halfway there. Tears spring to her eyes, and like the sadist I am, I lean forward and lick each salty droplet. They’re my tears.
“Keep taking me. Just like that,” I instruct as my cock slides farther. “You’re so good, sweetheart. You’re so wet. You love letting me use you for my pleasure, don’t you?”
Her eyes meet mine with unshed tears as her chin wobbles. “I ache, Vex. I ache for your hands.”
I drag my fingertips across her pebbled nipples, making sure to tug on her barbells. She cranes upward, her body shaking as I fully slide home. I’m seated entirely in her, my piercings rubbing against her walls and my balls resting against her fleshy arse. My fingers indent her thighs, wanting to mark her for everyone to know.
She clenches around me and I slap her right cheek in response. “Not you misbehaving. You want me to swat your arse, don’t you?” I grunt, feeling myself waver.
Not once in the year we’ve taken part in our power exchange roles have I struggled to keep to my form. Then again, this is our first sexual encounter. It exceeds my expectations, crumpling every single idea of what I thought it’d be.
“Vex, I’m dripping. Please don’t make me suffer,” she whines, and it reminds me of our first time together. She didn’t know if she could take any more spankings, but she was so good and worked through it.
“You want to be a good little dove for me, don’t you?” I coax, using all the lust I keep close to my chest.
Tears stream her pretty face, her lip still trembling. “Yes, I do.”
“See, you’ve done so many more things that are harder than this.”
“This is t-too much.” She trembles. “You’re finally inside me. I-I want more.” Her slick leaks down my balls, the feel of it dragging down them has me closing my eyes.
Control.
I’ve always had it.
Cock warming has always been a desire of mine, but fuck if Dulce doesn’t make it the hardest challenge I’ve ever experienced. Nothing about this feels calm. I’m ravenous for her, desperate to feel her convulse around me while I pound into her.
She wiggles again, her cunt so snug around me. “Fuck, Dulce. You’re testing my patience.”
“Good,” she grumbles, crossing her arms. Her hand then slides down to where my cock sits inside her, nestled and all warm. She teases the pierced flesh, tugging on my balls a moment later.
“You’re playing with fucking fire,” I growl, my skin prickling with anticipation.
“All I’ve thought about tonight is you fucking me, and you’re being such a sadist,” she back talks, and I’ve had it. My cock throbs with the desire to punish her.
So, I do.
Pulling out, I flip her over. She moans as my hand connects with the meaty flesh of her arse. It’s been so long since I’ve bruised her. Had her whimpering to the point of tears. Licking them has always excited me, especially now.
“No, no, no,” she begs. “I’m sorry, Vex, I’ll be so good.” But there’s that edge to her voice, one that’s so sultry and desperate.
“What’s your safe word, dove?”
“Sunshine.”
“Very good. Now, count.”