The Blood Moon

The Representative

I was back in the study. My body coated in a sheen of sweat, my thighs slick with my own juices, and my body shuddering as every muscle relaxed.

"Your ecstasy is as sweet as any blood I've tasted," purred Antonov into the crook of my neck. He then dragged the tip of his tongue along a vein that throbbed with the rapid beating of my heart.

"I...uh..." Words felt heavy in my dry throat. I licked my lips and took a couple breaths, before making another attempt at forming words. "That was..."

"Yes?" he questioned, his nose tracing the back of my ear as he nipped at the lobe.

"Embarrassing," I answered with a meek cry.

Reality hit me like a brick wall as I glanced down at my semi-naked body. One breast sat exposed while the other simply peeked out from beneath the silky folds of the lengthy cowl neckline. The skirt, however, was completely bunched up around my waist with my nether regions sitting loud and proud upon his lap. His hand had withdrawn from the warm, wet, and rather hairy quadrant of my body, but it still lingered nearby, ready to strike again if I desired it. However, the thought of being rendered vulnerable and exposed again, caused my body to crunch up into a ball. My arms wrapped tight around my chest, while my legs snapped up so that my knees were drawn into my waist.

"Oh?" he asked with a little chuckle. "I suppose that is expected with this being your first sexual experience with another person. I do hope it also felt euphoric."

I couldn't answer him. My throat had gone tight again as blood rushed to fill my blushing complexion. All I could do was roll off of him and flop around on his sofa for a minute while I made a desperate attempt to restore my dignity. Thankfully, he allowed my escape and situated himself in the farthest corner of the couch so that I had space to collect myself. It didn't take long to pull my skirt down below my hips and secure both of my breasts beneath the cowl. However, it also didn't take long to realize I was missing an important article of clothing.

"Looking for this?"

I turned to find Antonov with one hand braced against the arm of the couch as he rested his head on his palm, while the other was stretched out before him with my dainty pair of painties dangling from his long finger.

I didn't say a word, I simply snatched it from him and balled it up into my palm.

"Um," I said with my eyes turned to the ground, "I think I should probably, uh, use...is there..."

"I have a lavatory right over there," he said, kicking his head to the back corner where a skinny door resided. "You'll find everything you need to clean and freshen up."

I nodded my head in thanks, before limping my way over.

I spent a long time in the restroom, not just cleaning myself up, but also gathering my thoughts. With a mixture of remorse and pride rushing through me, I did my best to step out into the study with a strong stance despite the pain still radiating from my ankle. In the heat of the moment, Antonov's attention helped me to forget about the sprain, however, as I came down from that high, it became painfully apparent that our little escapade had made it worse.

"You all right?" he asked, looking at me from over the back of his couch. "You look a bit wobbly."

"Well, you have yourself to blame for that." I flicked my eyes up to his with a feigned smile on my lips. He likely saw through my fragile playfulness, but didn't see a need to mention it.

As I crossed the room and took up a position that was situated between the couch and the door, I watched Antonov with a guarded gaze. What was I supposed to do next? Did he hope that I would now offer all of myself to him? I was grateful for his hand in offering me an unlikely form of comfort, but I also felt frustrated with myself for having given in to my more carnal desires. Of course, there was this other part of me that was frustrated because I was second guessing my decisions. I was allowed to feel pleasure after all. What was so wrong about two people sharing a moment like that together? Although, I had been the only to receive gratification. Antonov didn't get any bodily release from me. Was I to repay him in kind?