Patient A-3

Chapter 28: Doll

Wrath

 I watch as Cierien loses himself in the feeling, his hips driving into Avalyn. I yank his head back, causing his teeth to part from their place in her neck. I swiftly slap a hand over his mouth, my tone firm as I scold him, "You need to ease up, Cierien."

 He whimpers against my palm, unrelenting as he continues to use her to his liking. I grit my teeth, torn between the urge to pull him off or let him finish. Ultimately, I opt for the latter; he's close anyway.

 I lean down, delicately licking over the wound to close it, then bite into my wrist, bringing it to her lips. She's bound to be disoriented no matter how much blood I spill into her mouth; Cierien has already taken too much— that greedy bastard. I murmur a warning, "No more biting unless you want to kill your precious little bird."

 He acknowledges my words with a nod, burying his head into the curve of her neck, showing restraint as he refrains from biting this time. Avalyn's breathing is ragged, her chest rising and falling with an unsteady rhythm. She'll recover just fine, albeit likely sore and a tad pissed off.

 My gaze drifts to where they're both connected. She's so little compared to him, but her cunt swallows his thick length regardless. I like the size difference between them. She's like a little doll; so easy to maneuver however you please. I rub at my own hard-on, enjoying the sight of them. She's so pretty when she's asleep— or passed out.

 She's always so pretty.

 I remove my pants, standing to kick them off, then kneel next to the both of them. I cradle her smaller hand in mine, planting a quick kiss on the back, before I bring it to wrap around my cock. I use it to jerk myself off, guiding her at the speed I like. She makes little sounds in her sleep-like state, her body twitching from the stimulation Cierien is providing her. I close my eyes, listening to the sounds of sex: Cierien's low whimpers, Avalyn's uncontrolled whines, and the sound of her wet cunt sucking him in. It doesn't take long before we're both finishing; Cierien filling her and me spilling all over her fingers.

 I sit back, panting heavily as Cierien gently removes himself. He mumbles a couple of curses, swallowing hard before he picks her up and places her in the middle of the bed. He lies a pillow beneath her head, kissing her lips tenderly once she's settled. He peppers sloppy kisses around her face, near her ear, and down by her pulse point. He's already hard and aching again.

 Fucking freak.

 I swat at his arm, shooting him a look that tells him to give her a minute. "We don't need a broken doll," I joke.

 He huffs dramatically, his hand coming down to stroke at his shaft. "I ache," he whines as his eyes meet mine. "Can you—"

 "Fuck, no," I emphasize my words.

 It's not that I don't find him attractive, because I certainly do. However, I've never experienced a romantic interest in men. Hell, I've never exactly been interested in women either, that is before I first laid eyes on Avalyn. I smooth out her hair, tucking a piece behind her ear.

 She's always slept so soundly.

 I like watching Cierien with Avalyn, and I'm not opposed to witnessing him act in a sexual manner. In fact, it even turns me on. But I'm acutely aware of how Cierien's brain works, and I know that if I were to touch him, he'd likely convince himself that we share a profound romantic connection. For the time being, I choose to yield that part of him to Avalyn.

 Her eyelids flutter, hinting that she'll awake much sooner than I had anticipated, a welcome sign that the small droplets of blood I fed her are taking effect. As I gently rub her thighs and part them to position myself between them, I speak to Cierien, "She needs to get more of our blood in her system."