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Story: The Vampire Oracle
I scoffed. “I’m still hot shit, just exhausted, sore, and tired hot shit.”
Osiris chuckled heavily, and I glanced at him, wondering how I could listen to that for the rest of my life.
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Osiris
Psalm groaned heavily when I got her onto her bed. “Holy fuck,” she muttered. “How am I going to survive another day?”
“With lots of rest, rubbing, and food.”
She rolled her eyes, laying back as her feet tried to kick off her shoes.
I reached down, pulling on the laces and pulling them off for her.
“Hey! Beck tied those for me this morning! I was trying to keep them tied.”
My eyes snapped to her. Why would she… “You don’t know how to tie shoes?”
“I’m an Ashbourne. I barely learned how to read and write!” She defended.
It was sad how those people were made to live. We were so focused on getting rid of the Celestial being that we forgot that we’re still human.
“I’ll retie them for you tomorrow and then I will teach you how to do it,” I muttered, earning a look.
I ignored her, hands running up her calves. She still had leggings on as my hands began massaging her sore calf.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned, dropping her head back.
My throat ran dry as I looked up at her body, the curves of her hips, her breast moving with each breath. I craved to touch her all the time, and I was surprised she let me do this. It didn’t seem like we got along. For her sake, I wouldn’t mind not being her boyfriend if she didn’t like me.
But I wanted her to like me. I realized we just never got to this point where we were close and talking. It was always glances back and forth to each other.
My hand dug into her calf, eyes watching for her reaction. Her mouth parted, but it didn’t seem to hurt too much.
After a bit, I moved up, and that’s when she groaned. “So… it’s the thighs?” I muttered to myself.
“Mhm,” she hummed. “I’m sorry if I stink from sweating or if I’m wet with sweat.”
“Mhm from sweat,” I teased.
She giggled. “Oh, yes, Ris. You make me so wet with the way you rub the pain from my thighs!”
All my brain heard was, “Ris, you make me so wet,” because my cock was hardening under my skirt. My fingers slowed down, digging into her thigh until I found the holy grail.
“Fuck, right there!” She told me.
My brows raised. Well, if her goal was to get me hard, it worked.
She sat up on her elbows, hissing in pain. I tried to stay focused, fingers the same way my brother’s did for me. But unlike Psalm, I wasn’t enjoying it this much. My brother was thoughtful with his touch, using the roller pins on my thighs and helping me stretch.
I wanted to help her stretch too. But differently.
My finger caressed her upper inner thigh, and a soft sigh came from her. My eyes looked up, and I realized I was on my knees before the bed, almost rubbing her pussy. She must have realized too, because her dark eyes were locked on my fingers.
I pushed my luck, brushing her pussy with my index finger.
A noise escaped her as her head dropped back. She was probably wet and probably wanting me. I needed more confirmation, maybe to ask for consent.
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