Lifeblood

Seraï would be gasping for air if she had lungs. Hardly a second had passed before Garl had gone back to sucking her face. She never expected him to enjoy doing such, but it was a welcome surprise. The only downside was that she couldn’t return the favor. Running her hands through his hair, she hummed in satisfaction.   He broke for air again, locking eyes with her. His lips were cut and bloody – making out with a bear trap will do that to you. Seraï gently wiped his mouth with her thumb, and he grabbed her wrist once she finished. He sucked on her bloodied thumb, shooting her a cheeky grin. Her face flushed at the unexpected move. Garl let out a chuckle at her reaction.  “You jerk,” she playfully mumbled.  Pressing her to lie down on the bed, he brought his face to hers. “Just the way you like it.”  Seraï loved the way he loomed over her when he sat back up, straddling her. Normally, she would find that kind of height difference intimidating, but here it was enthralling.   He began to massage her torso, occasionally pausing to spit on her thighs. She smiled, the preparation clueing her in to what was coming later. He lifted and squeezed her arms before - without warning - he bit her left forearm. Seraï let out a yelp of pain. Garl’s eye shot straight at her, slightly panicked. When she gave him a nod of reassurance, she could see him relax. He sank his teeth further in, providing strong pressure while being careful not to break the skin.   “Harder,” she commanded him.  He followed orders, albeit carefully.  “Harder,” she reiterated, narrowing her eyes.  The pressure in her arm grew higher, but Seraï could tell he was still being cautious.  “I like the blood,” she stated, assuming that’s what he was worried about.  His eyes widened and clench loosened. Unsure what to do based off his reaction, she merely stared at him. In an instant, he bit hard . Seraï cried out as she felt the blood gush from her arm. The warmth of the liquid quickly dissipated as Garl slurped it up. He continued to massage and squeeze her arm, coaxing more blood out. She mewled, rubbing her legs together.   “Getting antsy now, are we?” he teased, leaving her arm wet with a mixture of saliva and blood.  She let out a low growl causing her mechanics to vibrate. Garl tensed when he felt it on his shaft, stimulating his erection. Seraï took note of his reaction, wondering if she could use that in their future encounters.  He trailed his hands up her body and cupped her face when he got to her head. Seraï closed her eyes as he planted a quick kiss next to one.   “You’re just being slow,” she stated. “You haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”  “Isn’t that your job?” Garl joked.  Seraï grabbed the front of his coat and pulled it off with a playful huff. He lifted his arms to help her take his shirt off, but this gave her a devilish idea. The moment his shirt was gone, she clamped her jaw onto his left collarbone, taking advantage of his lack of defense. He screamed, unprepared for the attack.   Since she could do serious damage, Seraï was careful not to bite too hard. Trailing her finger along her teeth, she scooped some of the blood that was seeping out. The sight nearly made her squirm with lust, but she kept her composure. She slowly relaxed and tensed her jaw, teasing the wound. She wished she could see Garl’s face as she did so, but hearing his moans would have to suffice. His cries only grew louder as she started moving in small circles. As more blood continued to escape, she gathered what she could and lathered her heat and upper thighs with it.   Once satisfied, she let go, causing even more red to spill from the fresh wound. Garl was panting, barely propping himself up with his right arm. His face made hers match his blood. Love and admiration danced in his eye, and they were directed strictly towards her. Seraï knew he loved her, yet intimate moments like these still got to her.   She massaged the opposite side as she leaned in a little, asking for permission. He switched support to his left, which Seraï took as an all-clear. His shout of pain was quickly drowned out by his shaky groans as she made her assault. The viscous gore seeped around her teeth, sending shivers down her spine. It softly squelched as it coated the inside of her mouth. Seraï couldn’t hold back a moan of her own as she moved to drain as much as she could, daring to bite even harder than before. Garl gasped as she did, pleasurably whimpering soon after. Practically drunk off his blood, she struggled to keep herself from closing her mouth all the way. Still desperate for more, she chomped even more aggressively, ripping through his flesh. Screams of pain and arousal tore his throat, her onslaught unceasing.  He changed to using both hands to support himself, having lost strength from using just one for so long and oozing so much blood. Noting the toll this was beginning to take on him, she gnawed him a bit longer before releasing. He pushed himself up a tad further, staring down at her. Carmine drips ran down his chest, leaving him stained in their wake. Not wanting any to go to waste, Seraï swiped as much as she could, continuing to smother it around her core. He briefly leaned in as he gave her a peck and licked some of his blood from her mouth. While she could feel the blood trail down towards her throat, she didn’t realize just how much she took until she saw his lips shine a vibrant crimson from a mere kiss.  “Can't even finish the job, huh?” he ribbed, fully sitting up as he began to unbutton his pants.  Seraï quickly swatted his hands away and sat up to do it herself, making him laugh. She could already see his raging erection when she revealed his boxers. Garl shook his pants the rest of the way off as she stopped to stroke his clothed member.  “Oh, come on,” he feigned annoyance at her delay.  She giggled as she continued to tantalize him. His whimpers only encouraged her, switching her strokes to be deliberately slow. He bucked forward, clearly desperate for more. Deciding to play nice, she stopped and pulled down his boxers. Drops of precum fell as his length sprung free. She started to fondle him, but looking at his face, she could tell how badly he wanted her.  “You ready?” she sweetly asked.  Garl wordlessly pushed her flat on her back, and after spitting on her thighs again, he lined himself up. She smiled at him.  “Are you?” he asked in response.  Seraï merely nodded. She felt him press against her core before slipping between her thighs, using his own saliva and blood as lube. He was slow as he started, continuing to spit when needed. Picking up pace, his face started to stiffen. Seraï found his focus cute. Sex was often a wordless affair for them, prioritizing the sensations over conversation. Her desire spiked as her gaze lowered from her bloody bite marks to the vulgar display below. A twinge of sadness often came with it, Seraï wishing she still had a proper entrance, but they made the most of what they had.   The sounds of their union could hardly be heard through Garl’s grunts. His thrusts had grown fast and powerful, earning him soft whines from Seraï. She caressed his hands as they gripped the sheets to encourage him. A sudden fierce thrust shot her up the bed, causing her to moan loudly. Garl quickly pulled her back down, starting a brutal pace as he chased their climax. He had her pinned by her waist, and now she was the one desperately clinging to the sheets. She felt her whole body felt tense and tried to call out to Garl, but she failed to speak through her own cries.  “I-” was all that came through, but it seemed to be enough for him to understand.    He moved a hand to her face and gently cupped it to comfort Seraï as she reached her peak. She screamed as her body convulsed, mechanics rapidly and randomly shocking her muscles into contracting. The hand left her face, taking its previous place as Garl continued to ravage her through her high. Her shaking made it difficult, but the twitching of her thighs around him felt heavenly. Seraï could feel him start to lose his rhythm, so as she came down, she kept fidgeting her thighs to please him.   Garl released a breathy yell as he came, continuing to unconsciously ram into her as he rode out his orgasm. He practically collapsed on top of her once he slowed to a stop. The two laid motionless, his breath tickling the nape of her neck. After some time, Seraï ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed circles on his back, relaxing him further. Propping himself on his forearm, he gave her a kiss, smothering his lips with red and threatening to reopen his cuts. A slight wetness could still be felt on his chest from Seraï’s earlier bites when he laid back down. It would be a pain to clean all the blood when it dried, but she also didn’t want to move.   “I’ll deal with it later .”