Sitting on the edge of the bed, I could feel a sharp blade running down my arm, drawing blood out of it in the process. As I didn´t want to hurt myself when Mary was around, I had to do it in front of Tom. Giggling a bit, I felt how my blood rushed out of the wound, following gravity downwards until it ran off the tip of my fingers into Tom´s mouth. For quite some time, I watched how the thin bloodstream flowed down my arm until I bandaged it tightly as soon as I felt strength leaving my body.
As soon as I did so, Tom grabbed my arm and kissed every place where blood was left. He was truly enjoying drinking my blood and I wasn’t put off by this either. Blood had always been my thing, and seeing him lick up mine was quite fascinating. He didn´t stop there though and let his mouth wander upwards towards my upper arm, then towards my neck and as I looked upwards, presenting him more of my throat, he grabbed the dagger and carefully cut my dress open without caring about the cost.
Pulling the rest of the dress off my shoulders, he revealed my bare chest and immediately began moving down with his mouth. It wandered towards my right and stopped at my strangely perky nipple. He didn´t even look upwards as he took it in his mouth and nibbled on it. My breathing got a little rougher as I pushed myself against him for whatever reason because truth to be told what he did at that point just felt weird. After a little while, I even started going with my hands through his raven black hair and pressed him onto my chest, which seemed to bewilder him a bit. He let go of my breast nearly immediatly and looked upwards.
“Be yourself. Don’t give me that pretend shit.” Oh … yeah, I was very good at pretending and apparently even knew how to feign lust for whatever reason. Well, if he really wanted me to be myself, then I had no reason not to oblige. I stopped my breathing completely and stared at him with a plain face. No emotion whatsoever was visible on it as Tom smiled devilishly. “That’s what I wanted to see.”
He grabbed the dagger once more, pulled my panties to the side and cut them apart. With a little help from me, he managed to drag the remains out from under my butt and threw the dagger away as I watched him with interest. Really, this was the first time seeing him in front of the meal he always wanted, so I wanted to know how he would act, what he would feel.
He didn´t go for said meal directly though and rather got rid of my socks, leaving me completely naked on the edge of the bed afterwards. Then he stepped back a bit and watched me as I crossed my legs, looking at him as if he was an animal. And truth to be told, he acted more and more like one, especially as Tom started to get rid of his own clothing. After half a minute or so, he managed to untangle himself from the mess he created himself and stood in his birthday suit in front of me. Surprisingly, he was even shaved down there, which would make the things he wanted from me a bit easier.
“And? What now?” I asked slightly bored as he stepped closer to me, his dick whipping with every step he took.
“Suck it.” He said which made me chuckle a little bit.
“Wow, you really are a charmer. Has anyone ever reacted positively to that sentence?” I asked, still bored out of my mind.
“You will do it anyway, don’t you?” He asked, knowing full well that I would.
“… I guess so.” I said and slid down from the bed. My knees touched the ground as I brought myself into position in front of him and stroked the base of his dick with my hand before wolfing it down. I truly had no inhibitions whatsoever, which became painfully clear as the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat. Shrugging once, I tilted my head back a little and forced the penis to bend into my throat until my lower lip touched his balls.
I felt his hands on the back of my head as I let the dick slide backwards again, knowing full well what was to come. Without further ado, he pulled me towards him again, forcing himself down my throat. I could feel his whole length inside my contracting throat for a few seconds until he pulled on my hair, and then shoved his dick down my throat again.
And truly? I wasn’t even feeling that bothered by it. This was his lust and while I failed to understand that feeling fully, I understood that it was certainly beneficial to me on several occasions already. It was a weird view on things I had, but if I could pay him back for his help this way, I wouldn’t mind it.
In all honesty, this was a rather cheap payment as well. He just slid it in and out of me a few times, then pulled out of me a little, only to hit the back of my throat with his spear again. I could feel him ejaculating inside my mouth through my tongue that went along his shaft. And shortly afterwards, I could also taste the bitterness in my mouth.
Immediately after he stopped coming in my mouth, he pulled back his half erect dick and looked down at me while I let the semen flow out of my mouth onto my hand. I still felt no disgust for the reason I burnt down Aska´s and mine´s old house.
“Well, what now?” I asked bored out of my mind as he just kept staring at me after I gulped down the rest in my mouth. Cum and my own spit was still dripping from my hand, but as this apparently wasn’t an issue at all, I wasn’t even fazed by it. Sighing, I looked at his flaccid dick in front of me and realised I didn´t even need to ask.
Slowly, I wolfed it down again and this time, he didn´t use his hands and rather let me do as I pleased. My mouth ran up and down his dick as I sucked on it and twirled my tongue around the tip of his dick for around half a minute.
“Fuck, you are good.” He said and pushed me away from him as his thingy began to rise again.
“And that surprises you?” I asked, worried about his ability to judge people. I was always good, and as far as I was aware, Tom knew about my two adventures with the whore and Jacob.
“A little bit.” He said and pulled me up by my arms. Afterwards, he pushed me back onto the bed and made me lay down on my back. I spread my legs for him as he robbed in between them and looked at his eyes with interest. They were burning with love and desire, which nearly made me chuckle once more. I felt none of that for him as he rubbed the tip of his dick across my vulva. Just nothing. He could have done that on my back and I would feel exactly the same.
As he had enough for that though, he pushed into me in one go and grunted happily.
“Wow, you are tight.” He gasped and pulled out of me again. And I? I was already bored out of my mind again and started to count numbers again. He just didn´t have the vitality of Jacob to rile me up even the slightest bit, which would involuntarily result in me, faking everything, or just staring at the ceiling. This in and out of me … I just didn´t get it. Sure, I felt something, but it wasn’t turning me on in any way.
And Tom? Well, he wasn’t happy with my performance as well, despite asking for it in the first place. His fingers nonetheless wrapped around my throat and squeezed shut as tightly as he could, now that he didn´t have to fear anything because I could not break like the whore. That certainly riled him up a little bit as his humping into me increased in intensity, but for me, it was nothing more than a little nuisance.
After a while, he came nonetheless, despite my log like behaviour. Once again, my womb was filled with cum, but this time, it felt incredibly lacklustre. I didn´t feel much happier, I didn´t feel drawn towards the life inside me … it was as if his candle was burning on a low flame.
“Well, that was certainly different than expected.” He said after laying down beside me and closing his eyes for a little while.
“Better or worse?” I asked while standing up.
“Far, far, far worse.” He said and stared at my butt as I walked towards the pile of my goods.
“Oh, does it hurt you that I am not acting like that whore whenever she pretends to be me?” I asked with a little bit of interest and opened the first bottle of blood.
“No … I just expected at least a little bit of resistance.” Resistance? Wasn’t I tight enough for him or …
“Oh, I can scream if you want.” I proposed and gulped down the first bit of disgusting blood.
“That wouldn’t be genuine, would it?” He asked, entirely certain that it wouldn’t be.
“No …” I admitted after I gulped down every bit of blood in that bottle. I didn´t feel much stronger, but that was probably because I was pretty darn weak during the day anyway. “So, what´s the plan now? You have one week before you turn into a ghoul and you won’t be able to control yourself anymore.” I said and looked at him with a bored expression. I simply had no idea how I could make this time at least somewhat less of a chore.
“Fuck … I have no idea either. I always wanted this … but now that I have the opportunity to screw you however I like … I don’t know.” His sad expression certainly drew the sadist out of me a little bit, but I hid her under the bed immediately.
“Hmm … when does the whore come back?” I asked slowly.
“She told me she didn´t want to see me falling head over heels for you, which I can understand. There is blood for a whole week, I doubt she plans to come before I turn into a ghoul.” She was jealous of me? How peculiar. I never expected her to care about who Tom fucked in his free time.
“Wow, we could really need her for some couple advice here.” I admitted, but then shrugged my shoulders. “Well, I think I am ready for another round.” I said and peeled off the bandage from my wound. New blood immediately tickled out of it, following the already established stream as I walked towards the bed, kneeled beside Tom and let it flow into his mouth. After a little while, I wrapped the bandage around my arm again and stopped the flow of blood.
“I … I´m just going to sleep now.” He said after I bandaged myself properly again. He rolled himself onto his side, threw the duvet over him and ignored me like a little child.
“Am I not great at ruining the fun of others?” I asked myself after he fell asleep while I still knelt in front of him with a dripping cunt and absolutely nothing to do.
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After some time though, I turned around, went to my pile and rummaged through it. I quickly found needles and enough yarn to return to the bed, sat down on the other side of it and started knitting a scarf. Only as the sounds of wood hitting onto wood woke him up a few hours later did I stop, quite satisfied about the result so far.
“Fuck it.” He said, robbed towards me and grabbed the scarf out of my hands. I looked after it as it sailed straight through the room until it hit the wall on the other side. Only then did I turn towards Tom a bit angrily.
“What was that for?” I asked slightly furiously. He didn´t even answer, but rather pulled on my legs until I was in the middle of the bed again, rolled me onto my belly and pulled my butt up using my waist.
“Feign it.” He said and rammed his erect dick into my pussy from behind.
“… whatever you wish for.” I said, rolled my eyes and started moving my hips as well. Shortly afterwards, my moans travelled through the room as he reached deep into me, nearly hitting my cervix in the process. It still felt kind of boring though, but this time, he didn´t seem to care. He even found enjoyment in grabbing my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling on it from time to time. Well, if that was his thing, so be it.
He tried out all kinds of fetishes over the following days. None of them touched me in any way though.
Sure, having a cock drilled into you ass sounded funny on the surface, but it is just a pain in the ass. And even that pain felt dull … at least I dipped down in my slutty side more and more, exploring what I probably shouldn‘t.
For example, I could very well sleep with a hard dick in my mouth, which was exactly how I woke up on my fourth day. Spitting it out of the mouth, I even remembered what happened the day before, and the days before that. As long as I was on a fucking spree, I apparently had no problems with my memory.
What I did with Jacob and the whore though seemed somewhat distant, forcing me to stand up from the bed and walk towards my pile. I looked at my cum strained hands for a little while, then towards my belly and went to the pieces of my dress immediately.
With somewhat clean hands, I read these my two literary masterpieces, picked up a board made entirely out of cork, and placed it somewhere else on the wall. After getting a hammer and nails out of my pile as well, I nailed the corkboard onto the wall, waking up Tom in the process.
“W-What are you doing there?” He asked, already lusting after me again but also somewhat struggling to speak properly as my blood slowly started to take effect.
“I am playing detective.” I said and hammered the last nail into the wall. After stepping back from it and observing it for a little while, I decided to pull the desk in front of it which wasn’t really an issue due to my nightly strength. Satisfied, I returned to my pile of things, retrieved a few needles and small pieces of paper from it, alongside a quill and ink.
“What … is that when it is finished?” He stood up from the bed and walked towards me while I placed all the items neatly on the desk.
“A post-it wall.” I said as he hugged me from behind, his hard dick poking my back while his hands were wandering down.
“You want to do it here?” I asked, slightly worried about the possibility of us ruining everything.
“Would … would that …. that be a problem?” He asked, to which I could only nod. Our height difference made sex in anything else than a vertical position nearly impossible in the first place, so I could only push him back onto the bed. His movement didn´t seem to be inhibited by my blood at all, which could only mean a few more rounds of fucking for me. Even worse, his libido had increased considerably over the last few days, giving me less and less free time and forcing me to moan more and more.
Well, I wasn’t too bothered by it anyway as there were only a few more days before I could get this finally over with … at least that was my hope. Pushing him onto his back, I smiled towards him and straddled his hips. For a little while, I was rubbing his dick along my cunt which he always seemed to receive very well. After a few more seconds of doing that, I felt even more bored than usual and grabbed his thingy while lifting my butt up a little. I slowly inserted it into me, and I already frowned as he was halfway in me. As I could feel the base of his dick though, I frowned even more.
Something was different.
It was quite hard to describe, but I could feel something down there which I never experienced before, at least not that I was aware of. It was a slight tingling in my vagina that didn´t let me go, no matter what I did. At first, I lifted my butt up to look if there was anything different, but Tom´s dick looked exactly like always. Frowning even more, I straddled his dick again, but that didn´t change anything as well. Well, Tom was getting a bit impatient, so I rode his dick to bliss again, but the tingling didn´t even leave me as Tom shot his cum inside me.
I was still weirded out by it as Tom, strangely strong all of a sudden, pulled me towards the edge of the bed and forced my head to bend downwards before I opened my mouth and he rammed his thing into me, forcing me to deep-throat it while my hands were at my pussy, trying to find out what this tingling was.
I also didn´t find out as Tom tried another round of anal afterwards, and I definitely didn´t find out as I fed him his daily dose of blood after that. Even as he fell asleep during the day, I couldn’t find out anything about it.
A bit weirded out, I strolled towards the post-it wall and wrote down my first clue.
‘Tingling’ stood there in the centre of it all. I looked at it for a little while, but as I seriously didn´t know what went on with my body, I could only lay on Tom and listen to his incredibly slow heartbeat. And then, I closed my eyes again, only to be woken up by Tom´s relentless thrusting on the fifth day. The tingling increased over the day and bought with it even more feelings I couldn’t put into words.
We fucked the whole night, and seriously, for once, I didn´t feel bored at all. This tinging was quite interesting and it felt good, in all honesty. Even though he wasn’t exactly capable of speech anymore, it was probably the first time where I didn´t mind fucking like rabbits for a little while.
Tom also started to develop quite weird fetishes like biting in my neck, which even made me press my body against him as I started to feel really good whenever he did that. And so, on the sixth day or rather night, I started to take the initiative in fucking him. Naturally, in a very Lucinda like way … through forcing him to take a bite out of me.
And honestly? That felt really, really good. So good in fact that I could feel something welling up inside me as he sucked on my neck, but not enough yet for it to reach something. The tingling also never stopped, but I started to realize that it felt good as well whenever he scraped these places with his dick.
And on the seventh night, as I just woke up, I kind of realized what was happening to me as I stared at Tom´s flaccid dick. I wanted that thing inside me, I wanted it to scrape all of my insides and I wanted to fuck him. Very reluctantly, I let him rest for now and stood up, sadly waking up Tom in the process.
“Hello there.” I said as I walked towards the desk and picked up the quill. Bending forwards a little, I wrote what was on my mind while Tom approached me from behind. I was already spreading my legs a little for him as I pushed the small piece of paper further upwards and rested my elbows on the desk. He grabbed around my waist, lifted my butt up with ease and directly ploughed into me.
I moaned loudly, but not because I wanted to, but rather because I needed to. I couldn’t control my voice at all as I wrote the last letter, grabbed a needle and ripped off the ‘Tingling’ paper. I barely managed to balance myself on one elbow and put the next piece of paper onto the post-it board.
‘Lust’
I was feeling lust and everything that accompanied it. I wanted him to pound me, I wanted him to spread my innards, no matter what. And so did he. As soon as he came inside me once more, I pushed myself off him, turned around and lead him back towards the bed which I crawled onto.
I was already gripping the sheets in anticipation as he rammed his thing into me. I moaned loudly into the mattress as the sensation welled up inside me again. I could feel myself senselessly humping against him, wanting to cum, and yet unable to.
And that made me insane. Senselessly, I turned around after he finished once more, looked at his still hard dick and pressed him backwards. Once more, I straddled him and swung my hips up and down, hoping that I would finally find the release I was hoping for.
But it didn´t come. He came two times in me while I gave my best to orgasm myself, but I never found the bliss he was experiencing. And that made me angry. Really angry. So angry in fact that I grabbed his head as I was still riding him and twisted it to the side brutally.
His neck snapped immediately and with it, all the lust left my body.
“Well …” I really couldn’t explain what happened to me there. I felt completely overwhelmed by my own desires that I failed to control myself at all. Worried about what just happened, I pushed myself off him and looked towards the door for the first time in three days or so.
“Hmm …” I said, stood up from the bed and strolled over to it without any worry. I looked down on me once more, shrugged and then opened the door.