Page 86 of Their Blood Rite

He plunges me down again, holding me under with ease. He pulls me up.

‘Yes, what?’

‘Yes, Master!’ I scream, coughing and spluttering.

He spins me, rests his hand on the back of my neck and presses my face into the moss of the wall. He’s back inside me in an instant, fucking me from behind. With his right hand clamped down at the base of my neck, he places his left one between my legs. He circles my clit and fucks me with animalistic passion.

He growls and groans.

‘You'll cum for me,’ he warns. ‘Do you hear me?’

‘Yes…’

His hand seals around my mouth and nose.

‘My little blood whore keeps forgetting her manners. Yes, what?’

His thrusts are relentless and unforgiving, but mixed with the skill of his fingers, it’s perfection.

My pleasure builds. My toes curl. I slam my hand into the wall and would be screaming if I could. The edges of my vision blur. He moves his hand.

‘Yes, Master!’ I cry, my orgasm tearing through me like an explosion.

He’s back on his knees, his face buried between my thighs as he hungrily licks. A deep moan resonates through him, and when I look down, I see blood on his lips. My blood, coming from inside.

I’m bleeding. Oh gods… how embarrassing! When I try to move away, he glares up at me.

‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he demands.

Shame holds back my words. I look from him to the blood.

‘You’re embarrassed?’ he grins. ‘Just wait until you’re on your monthlies.’

Unblinking, he spreads me as wide as I can go, holds out his tongue, and slowly drags it over my pussy, leaving a trail of red behind.

‘Oh gods…’ I whisper, flooding with shame.

‘A first blood is a delicacy, little blood whore. Nothing tastes finer. Want to taste?’

I shake my head, mortified.

He eases his tongue inside me. Right fucking inside. In and out. In and out. All the while, he keeps me held wide open and never looks away.

He stands, cock in hand, as he slowly strokes himself.

‘Want to stop?’ he asks.

I’m frozen in shock, utterly lost in pain, pleasure, shame and lust.

I shake my head, and he eases himself back inside me.

‘Oh fuck…’ I half moan, half sob the words. That makes him smile even more.

‘One more,’ he breathes. ‘You can do it. One more.’ He waits, holding himself steady. ‘Tell me to stop, and I will. Or beg me, and I’ll have you seeing the stars again.’

I’ve come this far.

I nod.

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