Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, Period Sex, Cunnilingus, Slight Somnophila, Just Porn, Established Relationship, Might Be OOC, 2k Words
You woke up to heat rolling through you and sweat pricking at your skin. Your nails dug into the fabric beneath you, back arching and body twisting as you tried to escape the odd sensation.
As you shifted your leg, a stabbing pain shot through your thigh, making you jolt upright. “What the-,” you tilted your head downward, only to be met with glowing green eyes.
“Pursuer?” You asked, core clenching as you sat up, head tilted to the side, “What are you doing?”
The entity was currently nestled between your legs, face pressed to the pooling warmth of your shorts and sniffing wildly. “Smell blood.” He said, plain and simple.
It took you a moment to process his words, sleep slowing your thought process. Though it didn’t take long for it to hit you — you were on your period. And judging by the hungry look on the creature’s face, he could tell.
You hissed when his claws dug deeper into the fat of your thighs, threatening to draw blood.
With gentle hands, you tried to swat the hands away, slapping the back of them until he let go.
“Don’t worry,” you assured, “This is normal. It’s not normal blood.”
He hummed in confusion, eyes flicking from your face to your crotch before pressing his face flush against the middle of your pants, breathing in heavily before lolling his tongue out, the green muscle leaving a small damp stain as he licked you through the fabric.
You shifted uncomfortably, pulling the blankets off of you to offset the heat that rolled through your body. Pursuer continued to sniff wildly against your pussy, the action making you flush.
Your hands found pushed gently against the top of his head, trying to get him off of you.
“Smell blood.” He repeated as he leaned back, the white surface of his face stained red. “Hurt?”
The concern on his face was almost endearing. “Nono,” you were quick to correct, “This is normal! It’s good, even.”
His gaze bore into you as if observing every microexpression on your face. The intensity of it made you gulp, audible in the silent night.
“Are you gon- Ow!” You yelped, body jerking up only to be held down by his bruising grip. Your inner thigh ached as his teeth dug into the soft flesh, “What was that for?!”
His face was cool against your warming skin, biting hard enough to make you think he broke skin, though thankfully he popped off right before he did. “Hungry.” He said bluntly, tongue dragging against your blood-soaked underwear.
You thought about pushing him away, and you had no doubt that if you did, he would’ve swallowed his hunger and left you alone. But there was a certain heat boiling in your gut, low and heavy and uncomfortable.
Well — it’s not like it was doing any harm was it? He would get his fill, and you would get off.
With a sigh, you pulled the rest of the covers from your body, “Fine, but don’t make a mess.”
Pursuer’s smile was almost off-putting, at least if it was directed at anyone but you.
You lifted your hips, fingers catching at the band of your pants before slipping them off. You sucked your teeth at the shift of your blood-stained clothing, resolving to throw it in the wash later.
Right now, all you were worried about was the monster between your legs, drool slipping from his lips and eyes boring into you, waiting oh-so patiently for your permission.
You tapped at his hands to loosen his grip, the pain from his claws making you wince. He seemed to get the hint, and with you swung your now free legs over his shoulders, ankles crossing as you brought him close to your slick sex.
His face made no reaction to your bold move, his gaze continuously trained on you. You swallowed hard. He looked like he wanted to devour you whole.
You could feel the hunger in his eyes, and you tried to push down your fear and convince yourself he would never hurt you.
With a bit of hesitation, you nodded, gasping as his mouth immediately latched onto your pussy, his thick tongue licking a strip between your folds.
It felt weird, even more so because of the amount of blood clinging to your skin and the almost animalistic way he drank it down.
Your thighs clamped around his head, expecting but not prepared for the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“W-wait!” You called out, hands reaching down to try to pry him off of you. Though it was no use, once the beast tasted you, he wasn’t going to stop until he had his fill.
Having failed their purpose, your arms fell limply to your sides, one raising to cup itself around your mouth to silence your moans.
His tongue slid between your folds, metallic blood hitting his tastebuds like ambrosia. Truly, nothing compared to the taste of you.
The groan he let out was deep and animalistic, the vibration against your clit making you squirm.
His eyes fluttered shut, utterly content to spend forever in between your legs — if not that, then at least for the week of your bleeding. He swore he’d do his duty of keeping you clean, of lapping up every once of blood like it was some treasure.
He was addicted to you — not just your taste, but you. Your scent, your moans, your expression, all of it triggered some sort of primal instinct in him. That fixation was the main reason he hadn’t devoured you like the others.
Even as his teeth itched to dig into you, he held back because he knew it was far more worthy to keep you around.
Pursuer’s insistent licking had cleaned the blood off of your pussy, but he was far from satisfied. There was more, he could sense it.
His thick tongue, almost as big as a normal man’s cock, followed your natural folds, trailing its way lower until it dipped into your hole.
You gasped and tightened your thighs around his head, legs jerking and bringing him closer to your pussy.
Not that the monster minded, if anything it just let his tongue reach deeper inside of you, blood-soaked walls clinging and clenching around the practically penetrative muscle.
You threw your head back against the pillow, hips raising off of the bed as if you were trying to escape the feeling of his mouth on your sex.
Pursuer didn’t mind though, the angle made it easier to explore your insides. His hands found themselves at your hips, using the tips of his fingers to hold you in place so as to not hurt you with his claws.
There was no running away, no matter how much you wriggled, he wasn’t gonna let you go.
Pleasure rose slowly through your spine, toes curling behind his head as you rolled your hips against his face.
Warmth spread through you, the tips of your limbs tingled with the buzz of sleep and sensitivity. You truly were blessed to have him, so eager and desperate for you.
His eyes were half-lidded, clouded in desire as he slid his tongue in and out of you. It slipped out just for a second, his hot and heavy breath fanning over you as he breathed you in.
You could hear him inhale, tongue rolled over your clit as he sucked needily on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your hips bucked upwards into his mouth, curses spilling from your lips as you chased the orgasm you could feel building up.
The bed creaked as Pursuer humped the bed, his cock rubbing against the sheets absent-mindedly. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the long, drawn out groan he let out, eyes rolling back as if he was the one getting pleasured and not you.
At that moment, you were his world, your thighs wrapped around his head, your heat on his face, eyes trained on you.
You could feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, chasing away and taking over the beginning of your cramps.
“M-more,” you pleaded, desperately grinding your pussy against his face.
His tongue retook its position inside of you, this time eating you out with renewed fervor. The room was filled with sounds of sucking, and if you weren’t so out of it, you would’ve been embarrassed with how loud you were.
The taste of your slick was almost as good as your blood. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking into you just to get more of it, pressing his face closer until he was flush against your sex.
Your nails gripped the sheets, digging into your palms as pressure built and built inside of you.
The grip on your hips tightened, arms pulling you as close as he could. Your eyes widened as his tongue grazed against your g-spot, a sharp moan leaving your lips as the pleasure sent you over the edge.
Pursuer noticed how tight you got, focusing on the spongey part of you while gulping down the cum that came out of you. The sound of him slurping you down was almost as loud as your moans.
You rode out your orgasm on his tongue, not stopping even as your body started to shake from overstimulation.
He didn’t even notice, too focused on the blissful feeling of being between your legs and the feeling of his cock leaking against the bed.
Your orgasm brought more blood from you, and while part of you was mortified, the creature was far from bothered by it. He made sure to swallow all of it, the liquid landing in his stomach and spreading a certain warmth through him.
You would’ve protested if it didn’t feel so good, eyes rolling back and drool spilling from your lips as your back arched into his mouth..
It didn’t take long for his own orgasm to follow, hips stuttering against the mattress as he came. His large load spilled onto the fabric, coating and staining the sheets with his release.
Your eyes clenched shut as you tried to bear through the painful prick of overstimulation. The feeling of his groans and grunts sending vibrations into your already sensitive cunt made you wince.
You uncrossed your legs, and with a tap on the top of his head, he withdrew his tongue from you, dragging against your twitching walls.
Your body shock with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and it took everything in your to not fall back asleep. You would’ve if it weren’t for the mess that was no doubt between your legs.
“Pursuer,” you whispered, voice thick with spit and drowsiness, “Help me get up.”
Despite your asking, he made no move to move, eyes flickering between your still-wet cunt and your blissed out face.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, his green tongue slipping out once more to lick against your slit.
Your legs jerked upward, almost kneeing him as the action sent overwhelming pleasure through you. You reached your hands down, pressing against his forehead and pushing him away from your sex.
“No,” you commanded, “can’t do it again.”
You refused to let up even as he grumbled, and even though you knew that he could easily overpower you, he gave up, satisfied that he had thoroughly cleaned you of your blood.
Though, with every, you knew it wouldn’t be long before there was more for him to devour.
For now though, you let your muscles relax against the soft cushion of the bed, practically melting into it as you basked in your afterglow.
Pursuer curled up next to you, wiping his blood-stained face against the sheets and making you cringe.
You’d have to clean that later, or maybe just throw it away all together.
Whatever, you’d worry about that later. Right now you were too focused on the fluffy warmth of his body next to you, practically purring as you cuddled up into him.
Part of you was thankful for being born a woman. As hellish as your periods were, at least he enjoyed them.
A/N : this kinda sucks but whatever... i dont even play die of death i just wanted to write period sex anyways dont send me asks on it song is call me ur master by botdf
