𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧.
𝐚/𝐧: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘵𝘸 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬’𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘓𝘰𝘸𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢/𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 😭 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞, 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮-𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘶𝘣-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥
All night Remmick had been eying you like a prize possession. You were. His prized possession. But it didn’t matter what you wore, he’d hog you down regardless. And he knew you had been on your period recently, but you hadn’t given him any chances of getting a taste of that sweet blood of yours. You had told him it’s “forbidden” until you said otherwise. Remmick thought that was dumb and what did it matter anyway? He always ended up taking matters into his own hands if he wanted something. And if you know Remmick, you know he has to have whatever it is he wants. Doesn’t matter the cost of it, or how far he has to go for it, he’ll get it somehow, someway.
Tonight, it was his perfect night. You had taken your “everything” shower—as you usually do whenever you’re on your period—and you were all fresh and clean. For yourself. And little would you know, for Remmick too. That sweet aroma that you always had after you take a shower lingered in the air, traveling towards Remmick and that strong nose of his. Immediately, his body filled with hunger. Your scent was one of his favorite things, always wishing he could get to the bottom of it. He could lick every inch of you and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. But now, knowing you’re on your period too? Knowing all that sweet blood is just waitin’ for Remmick, calling his name. It was perfect.
You were wearing something loose fitting, casual. Nothing special obviously. But of course, that didn’t matter to Remmick. He could smell you. All of you. Especially that blood of yours. His eyes never left your figure as you moved around the place. Cooking, reading, anything. He was watching you. And somehow you were oblivious to the man. Well, almost man. Close enough to one. Either way, you never picked up on how hungrily seeming Remmick could get at times. It didn’t bother you anyway, which he loved. You didn’t fear it. You cherished it, accepted it. Accepted him. It was one of the things that brought you to him, as him to you. Both of you had that kind of connection. The kind no one else could comprehend even if they tried. It was sacred. Special, to you two. Something no one else had.
Eventually, you noticed Remmick’s gaze upon you. And as the curious one you are, you came over to him. His eyes followed your motion as you walked on over and began to sit in his lap, straddling the sides of his legs. His hands immediately found your ass, just steadily grabbing ahold of it. “What's the look for?” You questioned curiosily. He smiled. That smile that said there was something he was planning, and it wasn’t in the cards for him to tell you. But it was something mischievous of him. Typical. “Nothin’ love. Can’t I just admire your beauty?” He said in a casual tone. You titled your head a slight bit, your brows furrowing. “Never said you couldn’t. By all means, go ahead.” He took a moment to feel as your scent was burning through him. Kissing your neck in a hungry relief. His rough hands squeezed your ass, gripping at the soft flesh.
“Ye smell so good darlin’ y’know that?” He asked in between kisses that he was leaving around your neck. Pulling you into him, you grinded against him without purpose. A groan escaping Remmick’s throat. Grabbing each of his shoulders, you stopped yourself. “What's with you?” You interrogated. Remmick grinned once again, “Like I said, can’t a man just admire?” He said, voice laced with something sinister. Hands skimming up to your hips, purposely grinding you into him again. A soft moan left you without intention. Remmick smirked to himself. His lips traveling down near your chest, not touching, just lingering before the skin. “Love when ye make those pretty sounds darlin’.” He purred. “Always gets me goin’.”
You could slowly start to feel him getting hard just beneath the surface of your body. “Remmick..” you whispered. His eyes fixating on you now, “Yeah love?” You looked at him, and those eyes. His eyes. They had that hunger in them. “You know I can’t.” Your words didn’t faze him, simply because he knew he wasn’t going to let you say no. And you’d soon realize that too. “Never hurt nobody though, no?” Your mind was telling you not to, but your body said otherwise. It wasn’t long before you had to back down, “I can’t.” Getting up from him, about to walk away. His hand grabbed your wrist in an instant, turning you back around to face him. “C’mon love, I promise I’ll make it worth yer while.” He said persuadingly. “Y’know I always do.” His grip was tight, but not tight enough to hurt you. Hands were rough, but the touch he gave was still somehow soft.
You thought about it once more, debating. Still denying his offer. “Not happening.” Turning back around to walk away for good. But Remmick of course didn’t let you go that easy, grabbing your hips before you could take another step, and pulling you into him. Sitting you right back down in his lap. You gasped at the sudden motion and feeling as the slight bulge in his pants was now even bigger. Hitting your leg, just close enough that your body could almost betray you. “I ain’t gon’ let ye get away just like that darlin’.” His lips trailed back up towards the backside of your neck, kissing the crevice. The immediate rush went straight down to your core, flooding your senses with a sweet feeling that you knew wasn’t good. But you couldn’t help yourself.
Your body began melting with his touch, a soft moan vibrating throughout you. Your hand finding the back of his head, gently grabbing at his hair. “Y’know ye want to.” He said, one hand sliding up your stomach, stopping at your breast. Lightly squeezing as another moan left you. This time, louder than before. “Ye always do.” He continued. “Don’t fight it, yeah?” His other hand began running down towards your core, rubbing gently as you shuddered, letting out a shaky breath. You’re falling into his trap and you know it. But do you really hate it? No. You don’t. Should you? Yes. “What do ye say love?” He whispers in your ear, his breath sending a shiver through you.
You knew better. But you didn’t care anymore, you gave into him. “C’mere.” He says, turning you around to face him finally. Without hesitation, he kisses your neck again, even hungrier than before. You let him do so. Your head falling back, giving him a clear exposure of your neck. It wasn’t intentional, or so it didn’t seem to be, you grinded yourself against him. Feeling his hardened cock through the fabric, your clit throbbing from the sensation. A growl sound coming from Remmick. “I’m always right, ain’t I?” He muttered.
Not another second passed before Remmick picked you up, holding you by your thighs, bringing you to the bedroom. Laying your body against the soft comforter of the bed, now sprawled out underneath him. “So beautiful darlin’.” Kneeling down at the end of the bed, looking up at you. Dragging you closer to him by your thighs, caressing the soft warm skin. Lifting them to lay upon his shoulders. “Just relax darlin’, let me do everything for ye.” His voice, soft and sweet, unlike his intentions with you.
Pulling your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side. Kissing the delicate warm skin of your thighs, the sweet aroma of your body wash still lingering. Flooding his nose like the first time he met you. Now, admiring the beauty before him. The slick of your blood and wetness mixed together, slowly beginning to ooze out of you.“She’s been waitin’ f’’me ain’t she, love?” He mutters to himself more than to you. Not wasting another moment Remmick licked a slow deliberate stripe up your core. You shivered, letting out a sound mixed between a moan and a sigh of relief. Remmick grinned to himself, lapping his tongue once more against your heat. Stopping at the front, gently yet viciously sucking at the bundle of nerves. A loud unexpected moan escapes you, choking on it a bit. His tongue begins to delve into you, deep as possible, like he’s tasting every inch of your insides. “Sweet as ever darlin’.” He coos.
Spitting directly on your clit, the feel makes you jump a little. Remmick continuously sucks and laps his tongue like a starved man, your legs begin to tremble around his head. Quivery breaths being let out. “Ay, it’s alright love.” Remmick reassures, soothing the skin of your thigh, rubbing tenderly. Even as harsh Remmick could be at times, he was still always gentle with you. Never pushed you past your limits. Making sure you were enjoying yourself.
His mouth works at your cunt, like he’s a miracle worker of some sort. And honestly, he is, in many ways. Saliva and blood began to coat his mouth, running down to his chin. He made sure to lick up every ounce he could get, his eyes focusing on your body, as it trembled under him. Your chest rising and falling, back arching and hips bucking every time he sucked at your clit, knowing you’d start to become close, then switching back before you could get there. His hands travel from your thighs to all over your body. Feeling the way each part of you responds to him devouring you as he is.
Your hands found his hair, tugging his locks gently. Letting moans flow from you like it’s natural now. Remmick groaned into you, the vibration sending you out of breath. Leading to Remmick deciding to hum into your cunt as he sucked at your clit. Making you see stars. Crying out as your hips buck up. “Oh my.. fuck! Remmi-“ your words cut off by the intense rush of your orgasm and Remmick’s mouth. “I know love, I know.” His tongue licks up every last drop of your juices.
Trying to catch your breath, Remmick arises from between your legs, looking over you. Smiling to himself. “Ye did good darlin’.” He says, something in his voice telling you this isn’t all. And it wasn’t. You lift yourself up by your elbows, tiredly trying to look at Remmick. “Ye ready f’more?” He asks like everything that happened a moment before was nothing, just plain simple. “It’s alright darlin’. As much as I love to see ye ridin me, I’ll do it all for ye. Don't worry.” He begins to undo himself, pulling off both his pants, his erection catching your eye. You didn’t know if you could do it. Sometimes you’d forget how big Remmick is. And you’re not always as confident as you’d like to be about taking his size, even though you weren’t ever complaining.
He notices your astounded face, “Ay, love!” He said in a soft shout, catching your eyes back to him. “I told ye, don’t worry. I’ll go slow for ye, let ye get a feel.” You nodded in response, too far gone in the moment to speak. “That’s my girl.” His voice low, a slight smile on his face. You trusted him and his words. You always did. Remmick was one to always keep his word, no matter what. Sliding off his underwear, so came out his cock, and it somehow was more intimidating than just a second before. Swallowing hard to yourself. But you didn’t let that frighten you. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t felt before, and you knew Remmick would do as he said.
Lining himself up gently with your slick, Remmick slowly pushes in, stretching you out. A small whine coming from you, squirming slightly at the feel of his cock. He’s halfway in before finally going all the way, earning a real moan from you now. Beginning to thrust slowly in and out of you as you maneuver around his cock. Trying to keep yourself together, swallowing his length whole. “Yer doin’ good love.” He praises. “May I?” You nod, a little nervous to see if you can really handle him. And the speed of his thrusts begin to pick up with the pace, feeling every inch of him moving in and out of you like it was all you’d ever feel.
Beginning to pound into you, jolting with every thrust, moans rolling off your tongue. Remmick keeps his hands steady on your hips as you grab ahold of both sides of his arms. “Strong grip ye got there sweet thing, ain’t it?” He groans through gritted teeth, each thrust getting heavier and heavier every second. Tears begin to flood your eyes, holding in a weep. Remmick notices, lowering his head, still keeping his pace, gliding his hands up your temple, kissing your stomach tenderly. Your hands cradle the back of his head weakly, letting out a pitiful sob.
“Shh, it’s alright angel.” He shushed, his head dragging up to your face from your abdomen, seeing your tense expression. Wiping the tears falling from your eyes, catching your attention. Eyes locking with his, your breath catching in your throat. Remmick neared towards your mouth, lingering against your lips, still thrusting deeply. Stopping for a moment before kissing you intensely, taking the lead, your head following with his. Tightening around him, Remmick groaned into the kiss. Pulling away, catching your breath, he keeps his face close, looking towards the side. “I can feel ye, love.”
He knew you were close. So was he. Putting an extra ounce of power into his thrusts now, placing his thumb against your clit, rubbing the bud profusely. You cried out, a moan and sob together. “I’m so close darlin'." Remmick whispered, barely even spoken. Your walls squeezed around him as you felt yourself come undone, a loud cry of his name leaving your lips. His thrusts became less consistent, but hard and deep, grunting with each one. His load, now buried inside you. Harsh breaths coming from both you and Remmick.
After catching his breath, Remmick quickly pulled out and kneeled down right before your heat, his seed spilling out of you. He licked upon the wetness, slow and willful. “Fu.. fuck.” You shuddered, still shaking beneath him. Rising up, he pulled you close, holding the side of your face in his hand. Caressing the smoothness of your cheekbone, “Ye did so good f’me sweetheart.” He spoke softly. “I’ll get ye cleaned proper, then I can treat ye afterwards. How does that sound?” You smiled, as if this wasn't plenty enough already. “Sounds good Rem.” A light chuckle in your voice. The nickname struck him by surprise, smiling hard—harder than he’d ever admit—kissing you in an instant, simply out of affection and adoration.
At the end of the day, whether he admitted it or not, Remmick was soft and merciful. Even with all his eager hunger, he never let it confuse him for his true nature—warm, tender, sweet gentleness.