Passion

Chapter 7 (F)

The sounds of clinking and shuffling had you shooting out of bed, whipping your head around. You exhaled after you asserted there was no danger. Pain shot from your core and racked your body.

"Fucckk," you groaned, running a hand through your hair. You swung your numb legs off the bed, ignoring the pain. It was not the worst thing you experienced. Getting sliced felt way worse.

Your eyes landed on two clear capsules next to a bottle of blue liquid in a conical flask. A note with fancy cursive read 'Take for pain and /or soreness with the potion. Lasts 6 hours and no Y/N it is not an aphrodisiac, that's what my fangs are for. L,'

Was that was Luscious' handwriting looked like? you wondered. You hissed as your butt planted back on the mattress after failing to stand. You sniffed the odorless liquid and swallowed it and the pills in defeat. Your stomach tingled for a few minutes before the pain dissipated.

You smiled and stretched as your previously sore body responded to your command. You dragged your fingers along your skin, finding it free of slick and cum. Luscious had cleaned you in your sleep again.

Sighing you grabbed your discarded bra, before rampaging through the wardrobe for clothing. Tons of leather outfits of varying colours, each more slutty than the last greeted you. A grin broke out across your face as your eyes landed on an entire section of hoodies. You grabbed a large gray one that came down to your lower thighs. Underwear be damned, he already knew what your pussy looked like anyways.

An exhale left your lips as you marched to the door and listened for any movement. Opening it gently, you tip toed out. You looked around taking in the red and purple walls before slinking down the hallways. You grated a nail in the corner, where the nail met the floor, leaving a near invisible trail to follow through the massive floor. Your ears were perked, alert for the sounds of quiet flapping or a presence. You could not take on another meeting with Luscious.

A familiar feeling of nostalgia crept through you, bubbling into a tingling warmth. Your eyes widened in familiarity as you ceased your scratching, instead walking in the direction that made the feeling stronger. Exhaustion and emotions of helplessness and sadness hit you, as the warm feeling grew stronger, creating a confounding mix of feelings within you.

Your feet pattered against the wooden floor as you found yourself running as the feeling grew stronger. You panted as you stopped infront of a door, the lock was strangely on the outside. Without hesitation, you unlocked it and slammed the door open. You grabbed a piece of timber, seemingly from a table leg and propped the door almost closed door with it. You could not take the risk if it locked automatically.

The warm feeling overwhelmed your senses as you frantically looked around the room. There was one other door that suddenly opened, revealing half naked male with long Y/c hair, with a towel pressed to his face.

Tears escaped your eyes as he lowered the towel in shock, rubbing his eyes as if in a dream.

He gasped as you ran and pounced on him, your arms wrapping around his head. "Nii-chan!"

His arms circled around your waist as you rubbed your face in his hair, twirling you around as you giggled like a child. He walked towards the bed before sitting down, causing you to sit on his arm as you played with his hair.

"Hey, sis," his voice mumbled.

"Mmm," you answered contentedly.

"I can't breathe, your boobs are cutting off my air now,"

"Oh," you said releasing his head. "Sorry,"

"You wanna get down too?"

"No, I'm actually really comfortable,"