Page 90 of A House of Fangs & Deceit

The dark red ribbons on Roth’s forearms slowly unwound, and I watched as they brushed against me with fascination, remembering what it felt like in my dreams when they’d touched me.

While I was distracted, Roth seized the opportunity to shove me down onto the table, the ribbons barely managing to push the books to the side.

“Careful with the books!” I cried out as one slipped off the table, only to be caught by one of Roth’s blood ribbons.

My concern quickly faded as one of the ribbons brushed the side of my face before sliding down to graze the top of my breasts, and I let out a surprised exhale. Wherever the ribbons touched me, I could feel the warm, lingering traces of blood magic.

And I desperately wanted to feel more.

“Don’t worry about the books,” Roth said smoothly as they ran a hand down my thigh, causing my flesh to shudder with anticipation. “Just worry about reciting that poetry.”

“What exactly are you going to be doing while I do that?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at them in challenge.

The ribbons snapped to wrap around my arms and pulled them to the side, pinning me down on the table. More slipped around my thighs and pulled them apart as Roth bunched up my dress. Excited, breathy pants slipped from my lips as elation filled me. This was already so much better than my dreams.

“I’m going to play with myself while eating out this lovely cunt of yours.” They spoke in such a matter-of-fact way that it took my mind a second to process what they’d said.

“Fucking hell, Roth.” My thighs quivered as I felt myself get even wetter.

When Roth paused upon lifting my dress, I raised my head to meet their gaze. “Are you good, Samara?” they asked.

“Yeah, Roth,” I breathed out. “I’m good, about to be really fucking good.”

“Your flirting at Drudonia would have gone a lot better if you’d revealed this talent of yours back then instead of using all those ridiculous pickup lines.” They smirked and then tossed my dress up before tugging at my panties. A silver knife flashed, and I felt them pull the fabric away. “Let’s hear that poetry, Heir.”

“Kov—”A cry tore out of me, cutting me off as Roth brazenly licked straight up my pussy before sucking on my clit. There was such a demand in their movement that I came within seconds. Then they teased my clit while I trembled beneath them before pulling away.

“I can just as easily use these ribbons for punishment,” Roth warned as the end of one ribbon rose and snapped against my thigh.

I swore at the stinging sensation and pulled at the ribbons pinning my arms to the table, but then Roth ran one finger across my dripping center before circling my clit again.

My swears turned into whimpers as pleasure quickly overtook the pain.

“Be a good girl,” they said soothingly.

Fuck me. I was never going to look at Roth or those damned ribbons the same way again. I licked my lips and started again.“Kov bâm reb qâ qa.”

Roth’s tongue slipped into my pussy, and their finger continued to play with my clit. My thighs strained, causing the ribbons to dig into my skin, and my pulse quickened at the pressure.

I’d never really played with being restrained, only dreamed about it. The real version was turning out to be quite fun.

“Bâm beduv challs b?à dov,”I breathed out, fumbling over some of the words as Roth slipped two fingers inside of me, dragging them in and out. The wet sounds of my pleasure accentuated my words. Roth moaned against my core, and Iwondered if they were fucking themselves as well. The thought made me burn even hotter.

A whimper slipped from me when they pulled their fingers out and tauntingly traced them around my inner thighs.

I raised my hips as much as I could, but the ribbons only tightened and pulled my thighs further apart. Another ribbon ran across my throat, squeezing it for a few seconds, and I gasped when it released me before I pushed out the next verse.

“Hom àlche d b?à medm,”I moaned out the last word as Roth thrust their fingers back inside me and bit down on my swollen clit.

Their movements became harder and faster, and I knew they were building towards their own orgasm.

“Hom bab’ m`ùl—”A scream tore from my throat as one of Roth’s fangs pierced me and they sucked hard. I’d never been bitten down there before, but the pain and pleasure wrapping together was one of the best things I’d ever experienced in my life.

The orgasm ripped through me, and I felt Roth scream out theirs at the same time.

My body strained against the ribbons as delicious trembles ran through my muscles. Then Roth moved until they were perched on the desk next to me, gazing down at me with blazing eyes.

“The last line, Heir,” they demanded as they lazily swirled one finger around my poor, oversensitive clit while their other hand was still buried between their own legs.

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