Chapter 13 #2
Goose pimples burst to life on my skin when I feel her teeth sharpen to points, pressed against my vulnerable flesh.
“Oh God,” I gasp, squirming—away from her mouth or further into it, I don’t know.
She sinks those razor-sharp teeth into the plump curve of my breast, digging hard into my flesh, and I bite back a scream, my body jolting at the pure, unholy pain.
Her hand finds its way between my legs as she licks at the wounds she’s made, greedily slurping up my blood and torn strips of skin and flesh like they’re the world’s best-kept delicacy.
“Does it hurt, omemi?” she murmurs, those bottomless black eyes holding me captive.
“Yes,” I sob, tears spilling down my temples. “It hurts so much.”
Her tongue, when it slips from her mouth, is an unnatural dark grey, almost black, and forked; it seems to go on and on, dexterous as it wraps around my other tit to give it a slow, loving lick. “But you like hurting for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, Genevieve,” I cry as her fingers, warm and firm, find my clit, my hips jerking up into her touch.
I grab her wrist, gasping, flushed with shame at how close I already am.
My breast still hurts where she’d sank into me with those beautiful, animal teeth, stinging brightly as the puncture wounds heal.
“I can’t.” I squirm into her fingers, hot and wet and aching.
“Fuck, I can’t, I can’t—I’m coming, I’m coming—”
“Yes. Come for me, omemi,” she snarls, furiously circling my clit. I helplessly obey, falling off the edge with a strangled cry. “Fuck,” she rasps, getting onto her knees, still stroking until I’m whining and shying away from her touch. “Fuck,” she says again, sucking my taste off her fingers.
She pushes my thighs up and open, my feet flat on the bed, then drops down the mattress till her face is buried between my legs.
“Genevieve!” My hips lift into her hot mouth, my left hand fisting the pillows underneath my head, my right digging into her scalp.
I can’t stop moaning as she licks and sucks on my pussy lips, then back on my clit when I’m no longer sensitive.
Her tongue keeps changing shape and form; thin and long and deliciously slick, to wide and short and wonderfully textured.
A third eye pops open at the centre of her forehead, swirling to look up at me with an orange sclera and no iris, only a thin, vertical electric blue slit as its pupil.
It looks and feels so fucking wrong. So fucking dirty. So fucking good.
I grind shamelessly into her shifting face, rocking against her mouth, tears filling my eyes as my orgasm builds.
Like she wants me to hold onto something, a single black horn grows out of her left temple, curving back onto her head.
She makes the sexiest little noise I’ve ever heard when I wrap my hand around it and hold on for what feels like dear life.
Her mouth changes shape; suddenly, she’s sucking on my clit at the same time that she’s pumping her tongue—long, smooth and wonderfully thick—inside me.
“Oh fuck, oh yes, yes, please, please—” I’m bouncing my hips on her face, rocking and squeezing my inner walls in rhythm with each perfect stroke of that sinful tongue, grinding my clit into the suction of her mouth.
“I’m coming.” The words are practically a growl.
“Oh shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m fucking—”
I’m falling off the edge when her tongue abruptly slides out of my pussy. She turns her head and sinks sharp, serrated teeth into the meaty, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
I scream, my pleasure heightened, like I’m having another orgasm right on top of the last, my inner walls spasming almost painfully, my clit throbbing harshly.
Oh fuck. I can’t breathe. She licks at the wounds, slurping up my spilled blood, while I shake and shake, my right hand shoving down between my legs to prolong the sensations.
Addicted to the mix of white-hot pain and red-hot pleasure.
I’m still trembling, my clit still pulsing with aftershocks when she crawls up my body until she’s straddling my face. I eagerly open my mouth as she sinks down, groaning at the first taste of her pussy. Fuck, she’s just as soaked as I am, just as sensitive and desperate.
I cup the firm globes of her ass, holding her to my mouth as I lick without much grace or finesse, eager as a puppy. The raw taste of her lights me up, makes me whine and squirm.
“Fuck, just like that, omemi,” she groans, rolling her hips.
A second horn has grown from her other temple.
She’s looking down at me with three hooded eyes, all of them orange with thin electric blue pupils.
Fire arcs up my thighs at the sight. I want her bolder.
Braver. Completely fucking bare. Completely fucking mine.
“Fuck, Rosemary. Keep going, keep going. Suck my clit.”
I obey, gently sucking, then going harder when it seems she likes the pressure, when her clit swells unnaturally, like she’s trying to fill my mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ. I pull hard and deep like I want to extract something from her flesh until she cries out and comes, both hands cupping my head, the prick of claws teasing at my scalp.
I shift down to suck and lick the wetness coating her pussy lips when she tugs on my head, sensitive and shaking.
She crawls back down my body when she’s regained her senses, kissing me hard and deep, sucking on my tongue and my lips. Her hand makes its way between my legs once more. My clit is sensitive and swollen, practically begging for another round.
Two normal human fingers with blunt fingernails find their way between my puffy pussy lips, and slide easily inside me, making me gasp and clutch the sheets.
“Wish I had my toys,” she growls, her voice a low, inhuman rasp. Her face morphs again, from three eyes to six, each half framing her face, all of them a glistening black, no sclera or pupil in sight. “Wish I could fuck you all night.”
I clench sluttily around her fingers. “F-Fuck.”
All six eyes widen, then impossibly darken. “You have something.”
Heat floods my entire body. “Yes.”
The house is once again impossibly tuned to my emotions; my trunk thunks against the side of the bed before I’ve even completed the thought.
I’m blushing, hot all over as Genevieve watches me fish my favourite dildo from a hidden corner.
She pulls me back underneath her, my thighs spread open on top of her knees. Fuck, I feel so wanton.
Her hand strokes over the bumps and ridges of the green silicone. Her six eyes have changed, now that of a cat’s or a snake’s; a luminescent green, with the pupils thin, dark slits. I hate how fucking wet it makes me, every reminder that she isn’t entirely human.
“Did you make this yourself?” she asks, lips quirked.
“Yes.” I blush. I’d had to, to properly imbue it with my eshé.
“I can feel the eshé in it.” Her words slur behind fangs, her voice a low rumble that vibrates in my lower belly, between my legs. “What does it do?” She smirks. “Apart from the usual.”
I blush again. “Um, it’s … connected to intent. You have to spill a drop of blood on it to control it.”
She doesn’t hesitate, piercing her thumb against a sharp incisor. Her blood spills, and I feel my eshé shift to accept hers.
The dildo begins to vibrate in her grip. Her expression brightens with glee and hunger. The vibrations stop, and it begins to thrust, working through her fist like its alive and attached to an invisible body or machine.
“Shit,” she groans. Her many eyes meet mine. “You naughty, filthy girl.”
“Shut up.”
She laughs breathlessly, her amusement morphing into lust when she strokes the round, blunt head against my pussy lips, coating it in my arousal.
“How many people have fucked you with this, Rosemary?” The question is dark, possessive. Almost angry, like if I so much as mention a name, she’d be leaving this bed come hell or high water to rip that person to shreds.
“No one,” I answer breathlessly.
The thin slits of her pupils go round and wide when she no doubt senses my honesty, nearly swallowing up the entire eye. “Only me, huh?” She begins rubbing it against my opening.
“Only you,” I gasp, needily rocking my hips, trying to get her to push it inside.
She doesn’t give in, relentlessly teasing me. “It’s going to stay that way, isn’t it?” It doesn’t exactly sound like a question, but I answer anyway.
“Yes, yes, only you. Only ever you. Genevieve.” She’s finally sliding the toy inside me. Our eyes are locked as I open up for her, my hands fisting the sheets. “What about you?” I ask before all thoughts leave my head. “You mentioned toys—plural.” I sound just as possessive, just as angry.
I expect her to smirk, to tease me again, but her expression is serious when she says, “No one. There’s been no one else.”
“Only me.” My heart hurts.
“Only ever you,” she echoes.
“Genevieve,” I whimper, but I mean I love you.
“Rosemary,” she responds, but I know she means I love you, too.
Tears fill my eyes when she lets go of the toy at the same time that it begins to move. Her gaze drops, her mouth parting as she watches herself fuck me.
“Fuck.” The word is long, drawn out. Her hands land on my thighs, holding me open, forcing me to stay still while she fucks me. “Holy shit.”
“Oh God.” I slide a hand between my legs.
“Fuck yeah. Touch yourself. Let me see.”
I stroke my clit in time with her thrusts, clenching greedily around the toy, my gaze focused on her inhuman face, on how intensely those six eyes are staring at my pussy, at my slick, working fingertips. She keeps changing the angle, the depth and the speed, until—
“Right there,” I sob, my hips lifting, toes curling. “Oh fuck, right there, right fucking there—just like that, just like that, oh fuck, please—”
“Fuck, Rosemary,” she moans, abruptly letting go of my thighs and leaning back, spreading her own legs and reaching between them. “Shit, shit,” she gasps, stroking herself in time with the toy’s thrusts, her eyes burning into me.
I remove my hand and grip the sheets tight in my fists, my feet digging into the mattress, legs spread wide as I do nothing but take it. It makes it hotter, me trying to stay still—makes me burn.
The plastic changes shape at Genevieve’s command, a protrusion extending from the top until I have something stiff and firm rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“Genevieve!” I shout, my pussy clamping down hard. The toy expands inside me, filling me up to the absolute brim. I collapse back onto the mattress, my hips rocking, helpless whimpers escaping my lips.
“Fucking Christ,” she snaps, and she’s moving suddenly.
She hooks her muscular left thigh over my right, sliding a hand underneath my left knee and shoving that thigh up until it’s almost pressed to my chest. She straddles me like that, then tilts her hips so she has her pussy pressed against the end of the still thrusting toy, then begins rutting into me like an animal.
“Genevieve.” It looks like she’s fucking me. She buries the toy completely to the hilt with each thrust, her pussy grinding against mine for one electric moment before she pulls out to do it all over again. I’m going to come. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Fucking Christ,” she sobs again, her hips slamming against mine, perfectly matching the strokes of the toy.
She’s just as wet, our bodies making a delightfully filthy noise every time our hips slap together.
Fuck, I’m going to come. “You’re so fucking good,” she praises, her thrusts unrelenting, her strokes so smooth and so deep my eyes roll back into my skull.
“So fucking beautiful. Come on. Come for me, omemi.” She grinds the toy in hard and deep.
I go completely silent when I come, squirting hard. The only thing that keeps the toy inside me is the pressure of Genevieve’s body on top of mine. I claw at the sheets as my cunt clenches and spills, out of my mind with it.
Genevieve makes the most sinfully sexy noise I’ve ever heard as she comes, grinding her hips, her pussy and clit sliding hot and slick against mine, making me keen with aftershocks, my hips jerking.
I’m sobbing when I get my breath back, trembling uncontrollably. I whine when Genevieve eases the toy out of me, throwing it to the end of the mattress. She crawls until she collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and breathing hard. She’s shaking just as much as I am.
When she leans up to kiss me, her features are back to the human form I know most intimately, though her dark brown irises seem twice as big, with only a hint of sclera peeking out from the edges.
“Omemi,” I whisper, and she kisses, and kisses, and kisses me.