Page 37 of Bloody Bargain
The stool spun before I could shift, his tail turning it like the hatch in a bulkhead door. I came face to face with us in the mirror, my heart hammering.
Perhaps I had a Napoleon Complex. When D’abel and I squared off, when I was angry, I forgot how large he was compared to me. His chest was twice as wide as mine. His thighs comfortably sandwiched my stool and were bent at a high angle, as if the bed’s mattress were slightly too low. Slippery moon-silver hair brushed against my skin and left goosebumps in its wake. And those hands… They engulfed my shoulders like I was a child.
I was so small. Compared to D'abel I was no better than a chihuahua named Ankle Shark. How had I ever survived any of this at all?
D’abel’s tail pulled the pouf back and the top of my rear met the cool scales of his groin. His thigh muscles flexed as he gazed down at me. I watched us in the mirror, the way his expression softened as his breath tickled my ear, how his tail rearranged itself around my feet and the bedposts, dragging blood and water with it across the wooden floorboards. My b’adruokh, the ancient creature that had tied itself to me, wrapped his arms around mine, one flexed in a fist, the other with a claw extended. My eyes dipped to his flawless opalescent skin and I swallowed down an unsettling thirst.
“What if I never let you drink from the source?” I asked, desperate for some way to stay in control. He paused with his claw denting the delicate scales above his veins. “What if you only ever get my blood when I’m injured?”
D’abel huffed, and I gleaned his crooked smile in our reflection. “Then our exchange will take quite a long time. Do you want that? This tension between us to never end?”
“No. I want what you’re offering,” I said with conviction, staring at the corpse on the bed. “I want to not need you.” When I looked back at him, his smile was gone.
“Then drink your fill,myn chalis,and discard me like a cup when all is done.”
He threw those words from the heathlands back in my face as he pierced his own skin without so much as a hiss. Black blood oozed from the slice like oil, dripping onto my bare thigh. Each drop weighed as much as an apple, pressing a divot into my flesh.
D’abel held my forehead with his free hand and pressed his wrist to my mouth as I opened my lips to protest. Coppery blood filled my mouth, thick like hot molasses. I swallowed instinctively as D’abel buried his flat nose into my neck.
And then my eyes rolled back. All my life, his sweet wine had been what was missing. It rehydrated my mummified soul and awakened parts of who I used to be. The girl that wanted things, lived fast, loved hard... I groaned, voicebox tight from the angle D’abel kept on me. He pressed his nose to my esophagus to feel the vibration of my moan and the way I swallowed him down with a desperate shudder.
I sucked on his wrist, and more of the deep, dark sweetness coated the walls of my mouth. My teeth, the insides of my cheeks, my salivary glands. I pressed it into my gums to savor him. It was as if his blood was made from ambrosia concentrate, overwhelming and addictive, a flavor I wanted in my mouth for the rest of time, but so powerful that it threatened to burn me from the inside out like a candle wick.
The hand on my forehead slid through my wet tangles, down the back of my neck, then pushed me forward on the cushion until my wound was within reach of D’abel’s mouth. He slid his nose along my skin, mouth open and hot as I clung to his arm. I dropped my towel in my desperation to keep his wound sealed within my lips.
My eyes opened wide as the towel slipped off my feverish skin. I looked at us in the mirror, my breasts pressing into his arm, his naked chest to my naked back like lovers. I nearly whimpered and lifted my ass towards his groin, but dug my fingers into his scales to stop myself. If I wanted to keep any pretense of a barrier between us, I needed to snag the towel from the floor.
But then I’d have to let go of the fountain still gushing into my mouth, and there was no way I would let it go. My veins ran scorching hot with power and I wasn’t about to give it up.
The hinges of D’abel’s jaws stretched the taut membranes that held them together like rubber bands, exposing the cushioned rows of python teeth within. His thick purple tongue extended from his serpentine mouth to my spine.
“Myn chalisssss,”he hissed, slowly pumping the fist in my clutches to draw forth more of his blood.
Then the b’adruokh extended his split tongue towards my spine. Its two tails rubbed against each other in anticipation. His tongue was the color of deep bruises, glistening wet, prehensile, and curious. It lapped at my vertebrae, feeling every knob with his eyes fixed on mine in the mirror.
He did it again, patient and languid, skirting the tender edges of my injuries, conditioning me to the feel of him as his tail wrapped around my legs in a slow, mesmerizing coil. His eyes were a challenge, a promise, a question…
D'abel expected me to deny him.
I held his stare and squeezed his arm and fist in my hands, swallowing the weight of his thick black blood into the pit of my soul and setting the pitch on fire. I was a street dog with a meaty bone and nothing was going to peel his wrist from my lips. Let him guess and doubt himself. Let him hope that I was accepting him.
Maybe I was. Because I wanted–No, Ineeded–
D’abel shivered, pressing his groin into the swell of my ass. The space between his hips wasn’t flat anymore, but bulging with something beneath his scales. A swollen, twitching shaft that wasn’t human, even if its bulge was recognizable. I squirmed on my cushion, pressing my knees against his thighs where he caged me in and bent me over.
D’abel spoke to me in words I couldn’t fathom as he petted my spine and cleaned the rivulets of red that painted my back. Ancient, familiar, but too distant to clearly decipher. A fluid string of sentences that were both poetic and filthy. His voice was a dark rasp of starvation, tuning my strings like a cello.
“You need both, don’t you, sublime spirit?” he groaned, more to himself than to me. I didn’t understand until his claws raked down my spine, leaving an icy, burning trail in their wake. His tail then brushed against my pussy where it leaned off the edge of the cushion, and my swollen lips popped off his skin on a mewl.
“D’abel,” I rasped, half a warning, half a plea.
When his maw unhinged and he fit his mouth over my shoulder blade, I expected to feel the scrape of his needle teeth, but instead, they lay flat. His tongue cushioned itself against my exposed bone and muscle, at first excruciating, but as his saliva seeped into the tissue, turned into a tingling heat. His tongue delved into my flesh and felt me from the inside, splitting into its two points to explore my scapula.
I closed my eyes, but not from horror. I should have been disgusted and unnerved, but my pussy clenched and I pushed up against his mouth, lost in an ecstasy that was so foreign, soalien,that I lost purchase on my humanity.
I wanted D’abel to be part of me. In some perverse corner of my mind, I wanted him inside me in any way I could get him. If he sank into me with his hands and teeth, I would come just the same as if it were his cock. I wanted all of him to mingle with all of me. Every particle and aspect shared. And I realized…
He could bemine.To absorb, to own, body and soul, if only I were hungry enough to take him.
