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You were drifting somewhere between the waking world and the comfortable embrace of sleep, not quite awake but not quite dreaming either. Warm and content. At peace.
You shifted and sluggishly rolled over, burrowing further beneath the thin cotton sheets in search of a position that would ease the strain on your lower back. It hurt for reasons unknown (but which you were perfectly willing to chalk up to the previous night"s vigorous activities) and you blissfully settled back in to drift off. You’d have been happy to stay like this well into midday, mysterious aches and pains be damned. The massive bed felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave its soft, downy solace ever again if you could help it.
A few moments of still quiet passed and then the mattress abruptly dipped behind you, drawing you back to half alert wakefulness with a groggy sound.
“Sleeping in today, I see.”
It was Dio. You knew, if not by the unmistakable smooth velvet of his voice with its peekaboo accent you sometimes had to strain to catch, then because he was the only person who could freely come and go within the bedchamber. This was his domain and, smiling, you twisted around on the pillows to greet him.
“I’m just a little sore is all,” You murmured. “My body isn’t like yours.”
“A pity.” He teased, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His calloused fingertips were surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough treatment he’d peppered your body with only hours ago, and you found yourself instinctively leaning into the contact like a housecat in search of scritches. “Such a fragile thing you are. So much like a delicate china doll made of paper thin glass ... I’ll break you someday if I’m not careful.”
Your eyelids felt heavy with fatigue as you tilted your head back and bared your throat at the beast leaning over your prone body. You were gladly powerless before his strength, entirely vulnerable, and you reveled in the submission of your sense of self as much as he did in bending you to his will. It was exquisite and fulfilling. You wouldn’t have traded your spot in Dio’s bed for the whole world.
“I won"t complain.”
“No,” He said with a knowing smirk that flashed the knife-edge glint of fangs. “I suppose you wouldn’t.”
Bending close, Dio ghosted his lips over the curve of your jaw and down the side of your neck. You shuddered at the barely-there touch of his mouth, silky soft blonde hair tickling you along the way. Breath that wasn’t quite warm enough to suggest life caressed your skin like spectral fingertips and you arched with a pulse stuttering sigh. It was a hazy, dreamy sensation and when he paused over the already bruised vein in your jugular, you braced for the sharp, piercing sting of teeth.
It never came though.
“But I would.” He purred, speaking against your throat in a threateningly low tone that seemed to promise absolution as much as damnation. “How could I not complain after losing my favorite toy? I doubt I’d ever find another as fun to play with as you, my pretty little doll.”
A sharp nip to your neck made you gasp, goosebumps erupting across your trembling body. You squirmed on top of the bed and brought your legs together as your loins curled so tight with eager excitement it almost hurt. But surprise immediately fissured through you when you realized how slick your inner thighs were, momentarily distracting you from the preternatural presence hovering just a hair"s breadth away. It seemed off somehow. A little too wet and not quite sticky enough to be arousal - though you didn’t get to linger on that thought for very long.
Tilting his head slightly, Dio sniffed the air around you with a deep inhale that left the muscles just below his skin twitching in eager excitement. A predator’s reaction upon getting a whiff of wounded prey. He was tasting the scent of you.
“You smell so good ...”
His hand slipped beneath the sheets and you tensed, torn between protesting and letting him have his fun with you. It’s not like you could truly stop him either way though and you watched as he tossed the blankets aside with an anticipatory flourish. Glancing down at yourself, you followed his line of sight only to whimper in embarrassment. Pale blood painted the meat of your thighs, standing out in stark contrast to the rest of your creamy skin tone. It was a little too much to be residual proof of how hard he’d taken you the night before and you quickly tried to roll over to hide the sight of it from him.
“None of that, love. There’s no reason to be shy.”
Dio’s hand, unrelenting in its power, latched onto your hip and forcibly pulled you back into your original position. You tried to curl into a ball, drawing your legs up towards your chest, but he effortlessly pushed them back down onto the mattress without so much as a bat of his eye. He splayed his fingers over you then, dragging his weathered palm over the plush curve of your hip and inward to squeeze the pliable flesh just below your belly button. Softly, you mewled and fixed him with an imploring look as you reached down to cover his knuckles in a half-hearted grasp.
“I’m sorry,” You whispered into the somberly dim room. “I didn’t realize -”
“What do you possibly have to be sorry for?” He cooed, slipping out of your hold in favor of tracing the smooth slopes of your leg until his hand could curl under your knee. You tensed at the ticklish contact and valiantly fought down a hysterical giggle, determined to maintain your composure. “It’s only natural. Proof that you’re still human and alive. It’s a beautiful thing and so very, very enticing.”
You shuddered at the illicit suggestion in Dio’s voice but before you could think of something to dissuade his obvious intent, he yanked you towards him with enough subdued force it nearly took you right up off the bed. Squeaking in surprise, you peered up at him in wide-eyed confusion which he promptly ignored. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation as he took both your ankles in hand and spread them wide to expose your cunt, straining the muscles and tendons in your legs.
You had to make a conscious effort not to reach down and cover yourself, the presence of menstrual blood making you uncomfortable with the attention he was lavishing you in. It wasn’t your place to argue with him though and all you could do was watch with bated breath as he bent at the waist to put his face dangerously close to your sex.
He took another delicate sniff and you gasped.
“D - Dio-sama!”
He issued a low, breathy sound that was not unlike what a wolf might make after taking down a kill. Half snarl, half groan. All pique performance male testosterone and blood lust and -
Dio suddenly turned his head and licked a long, wet stripe up the inside of your thigh. You jolted as if you’d been electrocuted, tense and shirking as you gripped the bedsheet in a white-knuckled death grip. Every nerve ending in your body was vibrating with the intense need to pull away, to scuttle back from him in equal amounts disgust and shame. It was hard to wrap your head around this turn of events and even harder not to berate him for doing something your mind interpreted as being so unhygienic. Sex on your period was one thing but this was something else entirely.
“Mmm,” Dio hummed, apparently not half as appalled as you were. “What a delightful surprise. You taste even sweeter than you usually do.”
Your face felt like it was on fire as you twisted and fussed on top of the sheets, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge your ankles from his ironlike grip. Dio was completely unrelenting though and just as undaunted as ever. He paid your fretting no mind as he craned his neck to lap up more of the thin, viscous fluid coating your skin, slowly working his way inward until you were sure he was going to dive right into the source.
“Please ...”
Eyes like rubies flashed up at you from between your legs before he switched to the other side. Dio took a leisurely approach to lapping up the smeared blood one indulgent lick at a time; tracing wet, nonsensical patterns as he slowly moved towards the crease where your thigh met your pelvis. You’d never felt quite so embarrassed, least of all with this particular man who consistently pushed you to throw common decency aside in the pursuit of hedonistic pleasure. A part of you wanted him to stop before he got a taste of something he didn’t like, thus souring the whole moment, but the depraved little voice in the back of your mind was thrilling at the intense intimacy of this action. Such unrepentant acceptance of your body and all its quirky functions was entirely alien to you. A completely foreign experience. You never dared to believe such a thing could even exist in the first place and yet here he was, savoring your expelled blood like it was a fine wine and with just as much enthusiasm as he did when drinking from your neck.
It was heady and intoxicating, and you found yourself voluntarily tilting your hips up to meet him.
“My dear,” Dio pressed a hard, open-mouthed kiss right over your femoral artery, making you mewl at the imagined pain of sharp teeth sinking into you. “My love. My sweet. Have you ever had apple cider?”
You hesitated, caught off guard by that particular question. “Yes ... once or twice.”
Dio quietly groaned and nosed the apex of your mound. “That’s what your blood reminds me of. Fruity but tart. Strong. Like ambrosia.”
“You really like it?” You ventured in a small voice.
He fixed you with a not entirely unkind sneer and finally deigned to release your ankles so he could curl those strong, burly arms under your hips instead. “I don’t just like it.” He said, laying down on his stomach and splaying one hand over your middle to keep you still while the other stretched up to fondle your breast. “I love it. Oh, don’t look at me like that, pet ... I wouldn’t subject myself to something I didn’t enjoy, now would I?”
“No ...” You relented bemusedly. It was hard to keep yourself in check when Dio was being like this. Almost playful, in a decidedly threatening and impish way. He could easily kill you without even having to try - but he either sincerely didn’t want to or he just hadn’t grown bored of you yet.
Regardless, you could never truly deny him and when he lowered his face to your cunt again, you eagerly spread your legs for him.
“A rare treat such as this,” Dio paused to draw another deep inhale, his sooty lashes fluttering in savory anticipation. “Doesn’t come along very often.”
You laughed even though the tension settling heavy in your gut was quickly becoming too much to bear. “It comes every month, actually.”
He shot you a quick, sly smirk from between your legs before turning his focus to the task at hand. Or rather, for him, the meal.
Leaning in, Dio pressed his mouth to the top of your slit and wormed his tongue between your folds. You jolted at the contact, back bowing against the sheets as you struggled to choke down the yelp of shock tickling its way up your throat. The logical part of your brain that knew how taboo this was hadn’t been prepared for it to actually happen despite knowing what he was. Despite knowing how little stock someone like him put in the concept of common decency. But now you could no longer function on plausible deniability because Dio was very much savoring the taste of your menstrual blood and, based on the low, rumbling groan coming from him, he rather enjoyed it.
You were completely bowled over by this, practically reeling under the insistent ministrations of his mouth. Whether as a result of your period or because you were so hyperfocused on what was happening, your body seemed especially sensitive today. Overly responsive. You could feel every minute shift of his tongue, the way his lips curled against your sex, how his wild mane of spun gold teased your inner thighs. The shallow breaths he drew only every other minute or so. You were rapidly finding yourself overwhelmed by this onslaught of stimuli, leaving you writhing so energetically that the mattress groaned in protest beneath you.
“Oooh ... my god!” You wailed, throwing your head back against the pillows.
Pulling off your cunt with an audible pop, Dio tilted his face to regard you directly. “He’s not listening, dear. Do let me know if you get a response though.”
Then it was right back to work and you jolted at the fresh contact, shuddering as he traced the length of your slit with his tongue. Straight down to your perineum to collect all the thin, mucusy blood and you were appalled - not just by what he was doing but that you were actually letting him do it in the first place. It was a horrid thing and yet so very, very wonderful at the same time. There was no denying how good it felt and your stomach twisted, flip-flopping over itself in delight as much as revulsion. You’d never experienced anything quite like this before and, not allowing yourself a chance to reconsider, you reached down to tangle your fingers in his already tousled hair.
Dio only hummed in appreciation and you twitched when he gave your nipple a rough tweak. A full-bodied shudder tore through you, rippling all the way up from between your legs and materializing in a tremulous, whining moan that seemed to physically roll off your tongue like a beading droplet of water. It echoed within the room, sounding unnaturally weighty as it bounced off the walls and the high ceiling to resound in your ears like an infinite echo.
He nuzzled further into you then, pressing his nose so deep into your flushed pussy that those short, occasional breaths were muffled by the meat of your labia. You figured it was probably a good thing Dio didn’t necessarily need to breathe, at least not the way you had to, and when he slipped his tongue inside the wet, feverish heat of your body, you nearly rose up off the bed as though pulled by invisible puppet strings.
“D - Dio-sama!”
That sharp, silver tongue of his seemed completely unperturbed by your keening sob and it relentlessly stabbed into you as far as it could go in search of more blood. More life essence, in the most literal sense; greedily gobbling up everything your body had to offer. He ate you with fiendish hunger that seemed even more insatiable than normal, making you buck and twist against his mouth, but you were effectively trapped. Dio’s hold on you was as good as iron which left you completely at his mercy. Of which there was very little, if any at all, and you weren’t sure if you should consider that a blessing or a curse in this particular moment.
“Please!” You cried out with abandon. “It’s too much ... all at once ...!”
The handsome creature nestled against your cunt laughed, sounding wholly unimpressed with your attempt at begging. You were capable of better than that, both of you knew it, but by some stroke of luck, he deigned to take pity on you.
Slipping his tongue out of your aching pussy, Dio trailed a sticky path back up to your clit where he sealed his lips around the throbbing nub and sucked. Hard.
This time you really did come up off the bed and your stomach muscles flexed, straining against the sudden pressure as you rose into a sitting position as if compelled by some unseen force. Slackjawed and panting, you braced your free hand on the bed behind you while the other fisted his hair, using both as leverage to grind against his face with desperate fervor. You were shaking uncontrollably, practically vibrating as your release bore upon you with much more intensity than you were used to experiencing. The nerves in your cunt were on fire, and you were unable to do anything except sit there and endure when he latched those big hands onto the curve of your hips. For whatever reason, he’d allowed you to move but now you were trapped again with nowhere to go except down on him.
“Dio- ...suh - samaaa!”
Your eyes locked onto the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder, so very close to the jagged, stitchwork scars encircling the circumference of his muscle-bound neck, and something in you snapped. Shattered. Imploded. It was like your soul slipped right out of your body for a split second and you howled up at the ceiling as release tore through you with all the destructive force of an earthquake. The bed shuddered underneath you. The posters shoved up against the wall rattled and banged. The springs in the mattress creaked, adding to the cacophony of stricken bleating erupting from your mouth, and yet through it all Dio kept sucking on your clit as if it was the sweetest treat he’d ever sampled.
You were entirely overloaded, your orgasm stretching to the point of near discomfort until you finally collapsed back onto the sheets what felt like an eternity later. A hoarse, frazzled sound slipped out of you as you blinked the starbursts from your eyes, trying to collect yourself. Reestablish your grip on reality. It was dizzying, the heights at which he’d forced you to climb in search of gratification, and you weren’t entirely sure there wasn’t a little part of your ego missing after that explosive release.
Despite your sensitive whimpering, Dio continued to mouth at your cunt, albeit at a slower pace, until a curt knock at the door drew his attention only moments later.
“What do you want, Vanilla Ice?” He said between delivering wet, messy kisses to the inside of your thigh.
“I only wish to report in on the developing situation, my lord.” The ever-faithful servant responded and you couldn’t quite believe that the edge in his voice was wholly imagined. Your ears were still ringing but you hadn’t gone deaf over the last fifteen minutes. “Steely Dan has failed. The group moves forward.”
Dio paused, scarlet eyes locked on your face with a detached sort of consideration that seemed to imply he was looking right through you. It took everything you had not to squirm and it was only the fear of displeasing him right after hearing such news that kept you still.
“Send someone else then.” He said at last, dipping his face back down towards your pussy.
“As you wish, my lord.”
The sound of your distressed, high strung moaning filtered through the room only seconds later, rushing in to fill the void left behind in Vanilla Ice’s departure.