Pleasure Before Pain

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A: The more pain I handle without passing out, the more requests I can make 

M: Sweetie, you can make all the requests you want but I don't guarantee they'll happen

A: Damn, I was trying to take control of the situation.

M: I'd like to see if you could pull me out of my crazed bloodlust

A: Try to seduce you with my eyes and biting my lip for a little blood for you to kiss me.

M: Seeing the ruby red on your lips, I taste a little, savoring the sweet yet bitter tang your hormones have given it.

I lean in for a kiss, your tongue swirling around mine, but I pull away to watch the surprise in your eyes as I make a cut, just below your sternum.

A: Thinking my plan was working when you lean in to kiss me, feeling your tongue with mine with passion. Being in a trance while kissing you but surprised when you pull away, not realizing that you made a cut below my chest. The pain comes with a yell and cussing to cope from the slice, watching the redness ooze down, looking up at you with a smirk, seeing my smeared lineage on you.

M: Your yelling & cussing fascinate me. I give you a small nick on your forehead. Head wounds always bleed a lot. I use my thumbs to trace bloody trails across your face, watching the myriad of emotions that flicker in your eyes. I accent each trail with hop-kisses. Languorously, suggestive. I massage your cock, feeling you harden in my hand, garbled noises of confusion coming from you. I take you in my mouth, playing with you while I can, pinching you here & there with my canines. My tongue massages your shaft, feeling the blood in your veins. When I hear you moan from pleasure, I move to your chest.

I grab a scalpel & begin my butterfly cut as I watch you struggle against your restraints.

A: My heart is beating out of my chest with adrenaline, pumping through me, not noticing getting a nick on my forehead, feeling the blood being smeared. Emotions running around, adrenaline, fear, frantically looking around when I feel a touch on my cock, confusion in my mind. Feeling a warm and wet feeling as I see you take me in your mouth, getting hard without realizing it. All I can do is moan from getting a little pleasure then shocked when you start cutting into me, clenching my teeth and eyes, grunting as you make designs, trying to resist, hoping to stop. All I can do is wait for you to finish your torment. Looking into your eyes with mine, hoping something can happen but all I see is bloodlust beaming at me.

M: Your wounds well up with blood anew with each beat from your heart.

I stand over you, watching the blood run off to pool at the bottom of the table before draining into my jar. I know you can handle it. The cuts are superficial..... for now.

I laid my hand against your face, cackling when you tried to bite me.

I kissed along your jaw, to your ear, pulling your lobe into my mouth, lightly sucking on it.

I kiss down your neck, across your shoulder, my tongue darting in & out to taste you. I hear a rumble in your chest, just short of a growl.

I press my hand to your wound, covering it in your life force. Then I begin to stroke your cock, covering it in yourself. I look up at you, watching the horrified yet conflicted feelings in your expressions, your face beginning to go slack as your need swelled.

With my thumb, I swirled the precum on your tip. Another moan from you.

I decided I wanted your bloody member inside of me.

Readying myself & climbing on top of you, I took a little more blood to smear on you & me.

You were immobile, watching me, curiosity getting the better of you. I lowered myself onto you, guiding you inside. I moaned from sheer pleasure.

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