Guro Drabbles

Medical Table Madness

Fluorescents blind me, obscuring my vision. Your silhouette is seated atop me, straddling my waist. I narrow my eyes in a wish for clarity- but that is not what I receive. Sharp, sizzling pain pools in my abdomen, eliciting a hoarse yelp from my lungs. A dark giggle floods my ears and a presence leans forward on my body, intensifying the already unbearable injury. I feel something warm- thicker than water- spill over my side. Beyond my clouded peripheral, I catch a glint of red.
"A taste?" You inquire with your clipped, coarse voice. My groan, nearly lustful, clouds the stale room's air. You dragged your fingers through the red liquid that tainted the medical table. Your eyes- half lidded and sadistic- trained themselves on my needily open mouth. My hot breath spills over my parted lips, awaiting your rough feeding.
You smirk, delving your stained digits into my readied mouth. Muffled noises of pain and pleasure squeeze past your fingers as I run my tongue across them, cleaning them of my body's fluid. You remove them and I lick my lips in a satisfactory way.

You climb off of me, gathering things to dress my wound. The smile I direct towards you is filled with multiple emotions readable in my eyes; pain, lust, and thankfulness.