Page 30 of Little Doll

He growled again and pushed me back into the tree. Even through my clothes, the bark was rough, and I could feel it leaving its mark. He reached behind my ass and hoisted me up, linking my legs around his thin waist. He yanked both my arms up and placed them against the tree, where I clawed at the bark to try to hold on.

He reached between my legs and pressed a finger inside me. I closed my eyes, and my hair tangled with the bark as I lifted my chin upward and moaned.

“You’re already wet,” he whispered. I nodded and whimpered.

He slipped another finger inside, then began to move them. The sound of the scratching became loud again, and I snarled, which he took for lust, and penetrated me faster. His cock pulsedagainst my wet skin, just below my center, and his blood rushing drove me nearly mad.

“Now, please,” I panted. “Fuck me now.”

He chuckled low and mean, then said, “As you wish, darling.” With a slight adjustment of my body in his strong arms, he was inside me all the way.

The bark bit into my back as he rocked into me. He shoved me into the tree and up with every vicious thrust and I cried out, a sound of pure joy. My teeth ached and my head ached with all the sounds that I couldn’t get out of it. Pleasure and need built low in my belly. My pussy throbbed like a dam about to burst.

I dropped my hands and clutched his hard face, dragging his lips to mine once again. He grunted against my lips as he thrust into me, each pump a little harder than the last. His blood throbbed in his cock and in his hot lips. When I closed my eyes, I could envision it coursing through him in perfect time with his cock ramming into me. He was as lost to desire as I was, and I knew I could take just a little bite…

I moved my lips to his neck, kissing him there, then sucking, and then I slipped my teeth in, as gently as he’d fingered me to test my desire for him.

He groaned, and I felt his rocky body spasm against me for just a second. He began pumping into me more furiously than ever.

His blood coursed over my tongue, slow and slick, while his cock pounded into me fast and hard. Connected to him this way, I could feel his ecstasy mounting right alongside my own, and it sent me spiraling over the edge.

I screamed against his neck as his blood warmed my tongue and soothed my teeth. My pussy undulated on him, pulsing and fluttering while I came hard. The primal part of him responded to my orgasm, and he convulsed against me as his warm seed erupted deep inside me. Feeling him come both in my pussy and through his blood sent me over the edge again, even before the final pulses of my first orgasm were through. I left my teeth in him only long enough to ride out our undoing and then let him go as he was allowing his cock to slip out of me. He leaned into my body and rested his head on my chest for just a moment of sleepy bliss. Then, he let my feet down and let my skirts fall once again, covering me.

His warm cum dripped down my inner thighs and it made my legs tremble.

He gave me a shy smile. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he said.

Laughing, I kissed his cheek. “I believe I did, good sir.”

He tossed his head back and laughed, a jolly sound on the night air. Unfortunately, the scratching had resumed its incessantly loud pitch,and I barely heard my newest lover. I smiled politely and said, “Well, I’ll let you get back to your evening. I should find my brother and sister.”

He nodded, then swept my hand up to his lips and planted a kiss there. I could still smell the blood behind the two tiny puncture marks I’d left in his neck, and he was none the wiser in his blissed out post coital state of mind. “Until we meet again,” he promised, before turning and sauntering away.

I found Fane and Astrid walking out of the main tent, ushered out by the sounds of a roaring lion and a yelling ringmaster putting on a show inside the tent. Astrid ran to me and gave me a hug while Fane smirked.

The three of us strolled about. Astrid seemed satisfied, no longer nibbling on other children. Now she flitted about exploring games and food, enjoying the sounds and smells of the place. Fane ambled along beside me and leaned close to whisper to me. “You look perfectly fucked, Little Doll.”

I shrugged and gave a lazy wave of my hand. “Perhaps,” I replied gloomily.

“Aw, what’s wrong, dear sister? You sound melancholy? Your lover didn’t know how to please you?”

“He was quite fine,” I insisted, giving him a sideways scathing glance. “I just have a headache. Quite an awful one, in fact.”

I’d had a aching head nearly every night since I had gone through my transition. Now, the headache was growing into a throbbing, torturous thing that roiled my stomach and made everything look blurry around the edges.

“A vampire with a migraine headache?” Fane asked, stopping and taking hold of my elbow gently. “That’s unusual. I’m sorry, Nova. Shall we go home?”

My eyes welled with tears, and I nodded. “Maybe we should soon. I don’t want to disturb Astrid’s lovely time, though. Let’s stay a little while longer.”

Fane nodded but watched me with concern. “Yes, Little Doll. Just let me know when you are ready.”

We began to coral Astrid and casually steer her back toward the front gate. As we approached, she begged to enter one more tent before our departure. We followed her inside, only to discover two different stages with two different small audiences. On one, was a woman bending her body in ways I had never evenimagined. On the second stage was my knife thrower.

We drifted past the contortionist on our way to watch the knives fly. She bent backwards and then twisted her head between her feet and back so that she could look me right in the eye as I passed her. I grimaced at the ugly, unnatural form of her body.

“Tonight is the night,” she whispered to me, giving me a malevolent grin. I gasped and latched onto Fane’s arm.

When we convened in front of the knife thrower, I could barely concentrate on his performance for the noise and the agonizing pain all inside my head. But I noticed the show was strange. He stood across the stage from a large spinning wheel. It looked like a huge target, as big as a person, and it spun slowly. But there was no person strapped to the wheel, only a sort of leather bag that looked almost like an anatomical heart. Though it was some sort of prop, I imagined blood coursing through it.

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