Mine

I'm losing it. I'm going to start calling him names; cursing like a dirty porn star. I pant into his ear and nip at his skin, and what comes out from my lips is perfect. "My brave boy," I hiss, around a fold of skin pinched paper-thin between my fangs. "Bleed for me!"

Suddenly I feel a different kind of friction, like a tear in leather. Blood wells behind my lips and fills my mouth in seconds. I don't care if it tastes like pennies, it's hot and mine -- I swallow it greedily.

My hips erupt with the orgasm, and he comes at almost the same time; my channel fills with pump after pump of hot semen, just like my mouth fills with his spurting blood. My whole body burns like a volcano; the eruption in my belly overflows into giddy screaming into his blood-soaked neck. It's like shooting up; and my vagina squeezes the needle of his erection to get every drop it could. My lips do the same at his neck; I swallow again and again and begin to suck when the flow ebbs. Now that I'm past the initial shock of the taste, I can appreciate that it's more complex -- there are sweet and salty and bitter undertones depending on how the blood washes over my tongue. I can feel his moans through my lips; they're a delicious vibration. My vagina clenches again at his softening cock; the sticky, warm semen seeps into his lap.

In the afterglow of the orgasm I can see the mess I've made; blood has spilled out of the corners of my lips and dribbled down my chin and his shoulders. When I suck at it and lick it from his skin, I just smear red all over him. He's still bleeding, though, so fuck it -- I close my mouth over the wound and begin sucking again, as hard as I can. He whimpers, and the pathetic little sound -- a sublime mixture of ecstasy and utter defeat -- sends more afterquivers of orgasm through my belly and thighs and cooch. Even my ass is squeezing around his finger like it was trying pinch it off and have a piece of him, too. His blood isn't flowing as fast from his neck now, so I find the wounds with my fangs and dig away the blood clots, then tear the holes deeper and longer.

I've fucked a few men with strap-ons before, but penetrating his flesh with my teeth is so much more sexual -- so dominant and arousing.

He's not fighting me; he just moans a little and hangs loosely in my hands, which clutch at his arms like talons. The silver claws have cut into his skin there, too, so without a second thought I twist his limp arm up to my mouth and slurp up what I can. His head lolls onto my breasts and smears them with blood; below us the pillows the sheets are stained crimson red, and I don't even know how many mouthfuls I've swallowed. But it's fine, because he is mine -- finally all mine -- and this is the best orgasm I'd ever had. I dig my talons into his arm to open the vein.

Once he's lost the last of his muscle tone I yank the claws from my fingers and suck on his neck again, fighting him for the trickle of blood while I rub out two more small orgasms before I can't get any more from either of us, no matter how hard I try. I am completely satisfied, and from the way the smile is fixed on his pale, unmoving face, so is he.

...Or that's the story I tell him, more or less. It's hissed into his ear a gasp at a time while I bruise his neck with my fangs. He comes so hard I can feel the streams of semen inside me.

And me? I do have the biggest orgasm ever. And I'm keeping him for a pet, I've decided, because he's better than a virgin now. He's mine.