Page 18 of Taken By the Devilish King

"Shit!" I say.

I touch my pussy. I'm soaking and when I remove my hands they're full of blood.

"Oh my God!" I sit up and Lofy watches me like a confused, wounded puppy that makes me feel twice as bad.

"What is it, Ms. Kyle?" he asks.

"What do you mean? My period came and it's spilled all over you. That's so embarrassing."

As if I'm having a conversation with the figment of my imagination.

"Embarrassing? There's nothing sweeter than a woman in her bleeding days."

How could I forget my period was due? I'm always prepared. Then again I have just been abducted so who could blame me.

"Allow me..." Lofy parts my legs again, and before I can stop him, he slides his fingers inside me.

Despite the embarrassment, my throat tightens at his touch again and I wonder what kind of fucked fantasy I'm playing out now.

But it makes sense why I was so sensitive earlier. And why I'm so sensitive now. Why his fingers inside me feel like fire again and why my clit is throbbing for more. I curl my toes as he works up a rhythm in me. Blood colors his hand, red on blue, and for some strange reason it looks hot on him. It looks fitting. Like it was always meant to be there.

I gasp and fight another orgasm when he pulls out two soaked fingers, and I watch him as he guides his hand to the left side of his chest and paints his skin with it. A little circle here. A little twirl there. His body becomes the canvas and his paint is my period blood.

"There," he says. "Now it won't have gone to waste."

I wonder what he's talking about as he disappears and reappears with a wet towel and starts cleaning me up, starting with my folds and working his way around the rest of my body. But he never cleans himself. It's like...like a badge of honor he's happy to wear.

When he's done he leads me to bed and lays me down while he sits beside me and uses his tail to stroke me to sleep, which comes almost instantly.

I'm heavy when I wake up. Heavy and sore. And naturally, when I open my eyes Lofy is not there.

How strange. It felt real. So real. But of course it wasn't. I made it all up in my head with an imagination I didn't know I had.

I let out a yawn and sit up. I'm absolutely naked. Did the masseuses even get here or did I imagine them too?

The table at the end of the bed has been refreshed with pastries, juices and fruit. Grapes never looked so tasty as I get on my feet and dig into the fruit bowl.

I'm so hungry. So hungry and embarrassed, but I don't know why. It was all in my head. All of it had been in my head. A horny fantasy initiated by some very good and effective massage.

The door opens and Lofy walks in with a big grin on his face.

"Ms. Kyle, you are awake," he says and I freeze in place.

I want to look him in the eyes but all I can do is stare at the left area on his chest where there's an assortment of flourishes on his naked skin.

And they're all deep, dark red.

CHAPTER 6

LOFY

She's confused. I sense it like a rainbow of blinding colors in my head. The kind of confusion most people have after a very vivid dream state.

I can still feel her taste in my mouth and I never want to drink or eat anything else to maintain her flavor, her essence in my tastebuds. She was so agreeable under my touch, so full of passion and raw need it had made me deeply inebriated within seconds. The emotions coming off her in tsunami-like waves had drowned me and I did what any drowning man would. Hang on for dear life and claim one last breath. A breath against her skin, against her pussy, against her very core.

"You...you..." She stared at my chest, the branding fresh on my skin, another constant reminder of her on me. One I'd carry for the rest of my life.

"Yes, Ms. Kyle?"

---