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As good as he made me feel, I didn’t feel as if I was able to come a second time, but his thumb inside my asshole sent sparks throughout my body.

His cock throbbed again, and with only a few more thrusts, he stopped moving and shot his load deep inside of me.

I felt his cum fill me and mix with my blood, and when he started to move again, my body relaxed.

“Fuck me. Stay like this, sweet girl,” he told me, and once he pulled his cock out of my pussy, he chuckled softly. “So damn beautiful. Your blood mixed with my cum. We’re one, Vespyr. So fucking pretty,” he whispered, then I felt him move and lean over me.

Seconds later, I felt his tongue lick from the bottom of my spine all the way up to the top, making my skin burn slightly.

What has he done to me with that knife?

My breathing relaxed, and when his mouth was back on my pussy, my back arched again.

He was licking between my folds to taste what he had created with my blood and his cum.

“I want a taste too,” I told him, licking my lips in anticipation of tasting what he was tasting.

“Dirty little slut,” I heard him mutter, and after one more lick through my slit, he made me turn onto my back to lean over me.

He had put the knife away, but I was positive that he had left some marks now that my back was pressed against the bed.

His mouth was dirty, my dark blood lighter than usual thanks to his cum.

“You’re starting to enjoy all this, huh? I knew you’d be perfect for all my twisted fantasies.”

He leaned in, kissing me passionately and letting me taste the mix of our fluids clashing together.

It didn’t taste good at first, but I made myself like it, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time tasting it.

I felt good about what we did, and Fennec was happy too.

No reason for us to ruin anything.

His tongue danced with mine and his left hand moved down to my pussy again, rubbing my clit gently.

“We gotta clean ourselves,” he mumbled into the kiss before breaking it.

I nodded, agreeing with him as our eyes met.

He brushed the tip of his nose against mine in a gesture of appreciation and adoration, and after one quick peck to my lips, he got up from the bed to untie me.

“You cut me,” I said, the burning sensation growing now that he wasn’t touching me anymore.

He didn’t reply.

Instead, he put the rope, used tape, and knife back on my desk and walked into my bathroom.

“Come take a shower with me, Vespyr,” he said, and after admiring his backside for a moment, I pushed myself off the bed and followed him into the bathroom to stand next to him in front of the mirror.

I turned, wanting to see what my back looked like.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped as I saw the small cuts along my spine. “Fennec,” I whispered, looking at him through the mirror.

“It didn’t hurt, did it?” he asked, stepping in front of me now and turning my head to look up at him.

“No, but—”

“It felt good then.”

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