A lot, it turns out. It had been a slow-acting poison, venom working its way up from my feet. By the time it had reached my throat, I hadn’t been able to even articulate it. I’d felt rotten. Used. Almost entirely detached from myself and my body.
My mother had noticed, eventually, and gotten the confession out of me. She hadn’t wasted time, pulling me out of the school and subsequently out of the village with no warnings and no reprimands. Looking back, I know she hadn’t gone to the council because they’d probably have said the same thing I’d thought back then. What was the big deal? It’s not like I’ll actually die.
Which makes the situation with Genevieve all the more stark in contrast.
I’d expected something brutal, something selfish and animal, which was silly of me. Of course when I give her a gift, she’d treat it precisely as it was.
Her eyes are back to being pools of darkness, sucking in all the light. Despite that, I know her so well I can still read her.
She doesn’t look at me like I’m some curious specimen. Like I’m not even human.
She looks, and she seesme, the same way I see her.
She sees what I’m giving her, and she’s refusing to take it for granted. I see what she’s giving me—what it must’ve cost to bare her soul to me, and I’m doing the same right back.
Her hand, tipped in claws, squeezes around my throat. Not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me its there. It makes my pussy thrum.
She leans down to suck my lower lip between hers, gently licking the plump, sensitive flesh. I whimper. She kisses me, soft and sweet.
When she pulls back again, the veins around her temples are inky black, spreading from the corners of her eyes like the outstretched roots of a tree. All her teeth are pointed, sharp and glinting.
I want more. I wantallof her.
She gently takes my lower lip between those teeth. We leave our eyes wickedly open as she worries at my soft, defencelessflesh with sharp fangs until I’m shaking, soaked between my thighs, my nipples stiff and aching.
Her teeth go back to their human bluntness, and I subconsciously relax.
Then she bites.
I cry out, the sound muffled. She sinks in hard, harder—working those blunt teeth brutally into my flesh until tears fill my eyes. I’m whimpering with pain, tears spilling down my temples when she finally tears the skin, my warm blood flooding into our connected mouths.
She moans in ecstasy.
Fuck, it hurts so fucking bad. Hurts so fuckinggood. My flesh clings to her teeth for a moment when she lets go. She licks at the wounds while I shake and shake, swallowing down the taste of iron.
My lip eventually heals, but I still feel the phantom, brutal ache when she kisses me, sucking on my tongue and my lips like she wants to drown in the taste of me.
She trails kisses down my jaw, my throat. I gasp, my hands flying to her head when she sucks my left breast into her mouth, her tongue—deliciously slick and inhumanly long—swirling around the sensitive, stiff peak. She licks and sucks, switching between my tits until I’m a shaking, needy mess.
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, Ican’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.
