Maebh

Chapter 10

Once the day had passed, Geoffrey Smith arrived home and hugged his two sons. "Hey kiddos..." He smiled before heading upstairs to his bedroom, the bed was covered in black vines, and being held by those vines was sanguine, she wore a black and red lacy bra with a black thong, covering her feet were knee high heels that were of a gothic style. The vines tangled around her wrists and tightened like snakes coiling around their prey.

She chuckled darkly and the vines squeezed and groped her tantalisingly. "Home so early baby, I had something planned." "Fucking liar... I always get home at 5pm." He said matter-of-factly, unbuckling his belt slowly and pulling it from its designated hoops around his pants. He fumbled with his fly for a second before steadily unzipping it. "Gods you look gorgeous my love..." He cooed, laying above Sanguine "Let's see how much you'll shake when I ravage you my dear?"

Within seconds his clothes were savagely ripped apart by the black, thorned, blistering vines, his broad, hair covered chest pressed tantalizingly against her breasts, his lips locking violently with hers, she bit his tongue with sharp venomous teeth, blood spilling equally into both of their mouths. "Gods the way you taste gets me so wet baby~" Sanguine whined, her hips bucking under her beloved mortal. "Darling- I cannot wait much more~ please! Give me what I want or so help me I will drain your cum with just a touch without second thought!" She pleaded with him.

"Patience is not your virtue my love." He chuckled, kissing and biting her collar bone before kissing above her bra, unhooking it at the back which made it turn to thin air. He focused his attention on her breasts, kissing and groping them with glee, his already hard 12-inch cock rubbing against her vulva and clit, making her clench and unclench her fingers and toes, writhing and gasping in desire. "Darling!" She gasped, biting deeply into his shoulder and practically screaming with desire. "Fuck...." He growled, tearing her thong off and grinding against her before gently entering her with great care.

"Tell me if I hurt you..." He mumbled against her tits. "Oh please, I love when you hurt me..." Sanguine stated, nibbling his shoulder and licking the blood up, drop by drop. "Fuck honey... Your cock is so filling..." Sanguine moaned, her back arching as Geoffrey began thrusting fast yet gentle. The thorned vines bounding her wrapping around her wrists and making them bleed. Geoffrey licked up the blood, his tongue flicking generously over each wound before sucking the punctures left by the thorns. "Darling..." He whispered.

"Go harder baby, you know I can handle it..." Sanguine moaned, nibbling her husband's collar bone, making Geoffrey emit a low, lusty growl as his hips moved faster before he stopped, pulling Sanguines legs free from the thorns and slinging them over his shoulder, his cock pumping in and out of her wet core. "Fuck..." Sanguine moaned loudly, vines moving to cover her mouth, thorns sticking into her gums, drawing flecks of blood.

Geoffrey gasped and groaned, thrusting harder as Sanguine lay her head back and moaned "Yes.... Yes-oh baby..." She moaned, her walls tightening around his cock, thrumming with pleasure as her thighs shook, at the tightness, Geoffrey's cock began to throb and pulsate before releasing his hot cum into her, their fluids mixing as they rode out their pleasure.

Geoffrey tenderly pulled out and all the vines faded away into dust, he picked up Sanguine and carried her bridal style to the bathroom, running the 42-degree water with a block bath bomb full of pure blood and gently laying her in the hot blood bath, the blood fusing into her skin. "Are you alright my darling?"

"Yes... I feel... Rejuvenated" Sanguine sighed gently, her eyes shutting in ecstasy as the blood circled her skin before fusing into it, leaving only hot water.

"How do you always look so beautiful..." Geoffrey asked her, admiring her beauty. "Because... You love me..." Sanguine replied. "Oh... Do I now?" He purred teasingly, stroking her hair and smiling.

Eventually, bath time ended, and Geoffrey dressed his wife, laying her in their shared, black sheeted bed. "Ready to sleep?" He murmured, hugging her tall, lean frame against his own. She nodded and the room became shrouded in true black, further darkening the already pitch-black room beyond comprehension. "Goodnight..." Sanguine whispered. "I love you." They yawned to each other before shutting their eyes, preparing for deep, dreamless sleep to take them into its bosom with dark, accepting arms of night. Geoffrey held his wife close, kissing her hair softly as he drifted into dream filled slumber. He knew this was love, but never doubted the deepness, nor the realness of this relationship he had pledged to in year 8. 30+ years and still he thought she was too good for him. His love kept growing stronger every day for this crazy, beautiful, polyamorous Goddess.

As dreams swirled in his mind, he saw something, black, purple ooze. Gouged out eyes... Red hair, scruffy clothes. A name he dreaded, didn't remember but dreaded and... The cult of the blood darkness. He woke in a cold sweat, something was wrong, and his lover seemed to have the same dream. "You need to call Zephyr, Zynir can't know. Not yet at least."

"Alright..." Geoffrey said, picking up his phone and dialling a number, it answered within 7 rings. "mm... Hello?" A feminine voice rasped out, the camera turned on, there zephyr sat next to a clock that read: '00:29:39'. "What's going on?" He asked, he had hair only of the right side of his head, covering the matching side of his face. He was wearing no shirt and was smoking Marlboro reds and drinking shipyard beer. Black ooze dripped out of the man's nose and fell onto his mastectomy scars and dribbling down and off camera. He coughed and cleared his throat.

"What do you want, uncle?"