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Her pussy is just visible enough to call my name, but when I hear her snore a little louder, I pause. I’ve never been one to do anything that would be considered non-consensual. But this woman… she is just as much mine as she is her own now. She claimed me. Maybe not quite the way I had hoped.
My hand brushes across my ear. Even though the bite has healed, it left a scar. A permanent scar. I looked in the mirror and saw how it crossed my lobe like an odd earring. And I smiled like a fucking idiot.
I love this woman so fucking much. Her crazy matches my own. Why should my mate's mark be hidden? She could have marked my forehead and I would have loved it just as much.
Ok, maybe the forehead is a tiny stretch. I am a little vain about my face. We all have our things.
Her hips move a little, and her ass wiggles, putting me into a trance.
Carefully, I crawl up the bed between her legs.
Her snores continue melodically as I carefully spread her legs. When she is on full display, I prowl close and place soft kisses on her ass. Still no response.
Giving in to my own desire, I run my tongue from her pussy up through her ass crack and let it dip into her tight little asshole. She sighs but continues snoring. Sleep, my angel. You need the rest. I’ll just help myself to a feast.
Diving down again, I lap at her folds and am rewarded with the taste of our combined flavors as a fresh wave of her sweet juices flows right onto my tongue. I continue softly lapping at her while letting my hand move down to grip my cock. Every lick is another pull, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
She moans softly, and I pull my face back, only so I can carefully move my body closer to hers. I don’t let myself slide into her channel, but I grip the base of my dick and let the head and shaft slide through her wet folds. I feel my head rub against her soft nub, and she moans again in her sleep.
Giving into the need, I let the tip of my cock dip inside her. Ginger moans again, my name a whisper on her sleepy lips. I continue gently working myself up, sliding through her slick and taking just a tiny dip inside. She still doesn’t wake.
Knowing that she calls my name, even in her sleep, has me falling deeper and deeper into my own fantasy. Before long, my cock has had enough of this torture. My cum shoots from me in pearly beads. The sight is erotic.
I pinch one of my nipples as I shift so that my seed covers her pussy entirely, and nearly force her to wake so that I bring her to the precipice when I see her channel pulsing for me. Begging me to enter her. Her clit is engorged, and I rub the tip of my cock around it. Three circles and she moans again. This time she coats me with her release as I swipe my cock up her folds one last time.
When I back away from the bed, she sighs and shifts her body a little. Still, sound asleep.
I stand there for a moment and stretch while admiring my handy work.
Damn does her pussy look pretty covered in my cum.
So pretty, in fact, that I think she deserves lunch in bed.
A Picture Lasts Longer
Ginger
Breakfast in bed is great, but nothing beats lunch in bed.
Lunch means I got more sleep, after more sexy time. Both things I enjoy very much.
I bite into the peanut butter and blackberry jam sandwich that Victor presented me with when he woke me. He seemed almost embarrassed by the offering, but it is one of the few sandwiches I truly enjoy. So I’m happy as a clam as I bounce on the bed while I eat.
When he woke me up, we made a deal. I would eat first, and then he would tell me everything that happened. I think he was concerned I would want to leap into action without regard for anything my body needs.
It’s a solid concern.
I could definitely see myself doing just that.
Victor takes a few pulls from my arm and a slight pink tone fills his cheeks. His bite can feel erotic at times, but then there are moments like now where it simply makes me proud. I put that glow on his face. I give him the energy to tackle the world and fuck some bitches up.
I pop the last bite into my mouth and look at him eagerly, and he chuckles softly as he runs his hand through his hair, before diving right in.
He takes me through it all. I sit and patiently listen. I swallow my anger and rage over the things he shares. His staff—no, surely they would be better suited to the title of the adopted family at this point. Regardless, there are eleven people who work in and around his home that have been abducted. By some weird Ruby with a voyeurism kink. When he tells me about the little girl, I have to take deep breaths. The sandwich I ate threatens to eject itself.
I like getting as stabby as the next crazy bitch, but not kids. That crosses the line from ‘don’t fuck with me’ to ‘this bitch needs put down’. The only thing that has my poor stomach calming is Victor’s vivid detail and hand expressions, painting a picture of what he did to the woman. Both as he killed her and then after.
It still feels like it was too easy for her, but I suppose there is nothing to be done about it now. I might have been able to do a little necromancy spell and tortured her some if there was still a body to resurrect.
