Page 49 of Traithorn

“Do you think you can take it?” Celine asks, teasingly.

I nod.

“Are you sure?”

“Just do it already,” I grunt out. “Make me bleed.”

Her lips split into a smirk, using the knife to trace my skin. The sharpness of the blade makes me shiver, waiting for the pain I know will be met with pleasure. Vernon continues to fuck me from behind, gripping my throat until it feels as if I will black out, just as Celine pushes the tip against my nipple. She circles it, making it bleed, and I hiss out.

She laps the blood up, the pleasure mixing in a concoction that makes my pussy pulse.

“You’re loving this,” Celine whispers. “Does it feel good? Spilling your blood for me?”

I eagerly nod, pushing my hips down on her strap-on to make her keep fucking me. I feel Vernon growing even rougher behind me, pushing into me so hard, his pace becoming more frantic. It’s not long before I feel him spilling inside me, his moans and grunts turning me on even more.

His fingers trace the blood on my nipple, squeezing it until I hiss. I turn my head as he makes a show of putting his finger in his mouth, tasting the blood.

Fuck, they make me feel so whole.

The feeling of Vernon still pulsing inside me, Celine’s strap-on pushing into me and meeting that sweet spot inside me, pushes me over the edge until I’m falling into an oblivion I will never reemerge from.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.I come on a scream, gushing and convulsing,as Vernon goes to squeeze my nipple again, and Celine lapping up the trickling blood.

They push out of me simultaneously, leaving me feeling satisfied, with a heart full of love for these tainted souls.

“All mine,” I whisper.

Celine removes her strap-on. “All ours. Forever.”

“Forever,” I confirm, before diving at her.

I kiss her until she grinds against me, panting. Devouring her lips, biting down until I feel the taste of something metallic.

“Your teeth are razor sharp like a vampire,” she breathes out, pleasure coating her expression. “Tell me, little traitor, would you like my blood?”

I nod, grabbing the knife and making her bleed in the same way she made me. Vernon gives me a kiss before tending to the fireplace. I lap up the blood, tasting it like she tasted mine, groaning as she grinds against me.

“F-fuck,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” I whisper, watching the way she’s unraveling.For me.

And she does. Oh, so beautifully.

Later, when the world is quiet and we’re all satisfied, we huddle close by the hearth, skin still warm and our breaths still shared. Vernon’s arm drapes over me, an anchor in this twisted world, and my thoughts settle on a single, undeniable truth.

“I want to stay here with you, forever,” I murmur.

“Then stay,” Vernon replies, kissing my temple with more affection than he’s ever given me. The gesture is a promise to all of us.

Celine squeezes my hand, snuggling into me.

“I will,” I promise.

No matter what happens next, I’ll be stronger and stay with them. I’ve finally realized:

We’re the strange and unusual, bound by a love so serene.

The End