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“No, you’ll eat them raw. Probably best,” he said, opening the lid and looking inside.

I leaned over to see the organs Papa usually used to catch fish, but we never ate them as the meat of the animals was enough for us.

“You want me to eat them raw?” I asked with a frown, staring at the bloody organs in the container.

“You’re losing a lot of blood, Ves. I don’t want you to suddenly feel dizzy and drop to the ground. It’s good for you.”

“It’s bloody.”

“It’s healthy,” he urged.

“It won’t taste good uncooked.”

He raised his brows. “It won’t taste any different from human blood, and you stop wounds from bleeding with your mouth at times.”

He had a point, but I still wasn’t sure about eating raw deer organs.

“I don’t want it.”

“You have to, Vespyr. It’s good for you.”

I shook my head at him and reached for the pot on the grill, but before I could take off the lid to expose actual, cooked meat, his hand cupped my pussy.

My body froze, and as I looked down at his hand, he pressed his palm tighter against me.

“It won’t taste any different, Vespyr.”

I couldn’t talk, so I kept my mouth shut as his hand moved again, this time to the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my stomach to then push his fingers into my pants.

“I want you to stay healthy.”

His fingers moved into my panties and I tried to squeeze my thighs together to keep his hand out of there, but it didn’t help.

He pushed them further, brushing through my slit and then dipping them into my hole.

“Fen—”

“Shh. Let me show you that our blood is not any different than the one from animals.”

My body was still tense, slowly starting to shake as I was realizing that this wasn’t one of those fever dreams I had weeks ago.

This was real, but even knowing that this wasn’t okay, I didn’t stop him.

I looked into his eyes while his fingers slowly moved in and out of me, and when they were covered in my blood, he pulled them back out to look at them.

He didn’t speak, but his eyes said enough.

I watched him rub his thumb against his two fingers, smearing the blood all over them before he lifted them up to his mouth.

I was speechless, but I didn’t stop him.

He wrapped his lips around his fingertips, tasting the blood while keeping his eyes locked on mine, and when he pulled them out again, the corners of his mouth curled up.

“I don’t taste a difference,” he told me, tilting his head to one side and moving his hand closer to my face.

He grabbed my jaw, then let the pad of his thumb brush along my bottom lip, leaving the taste of my own blood lingering.

“Why did you…” I started, but there were no more words coming out of me.

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