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dripping down

muscles limp

warmth radiating

mind blank

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Scene Recap 1/9/25: Sadistic Bites

I had no idea how tonight would go… but I wasn’t prepared for it to turn out THIS well. The marks I have on my body now are treasured proof, because otherwise I might find it hard to believe I just experienced this in real life.

She had reached out to me about attending a series of rope classes together. I had agreed, glad to have someone to go with and learn. I’m always trying to work on my rope skills, both topping and bottoming. I didn’t know her well, and was trepidatious, as anyone would be. But I had gone through several stages of vetting with her, and this class would be a good way to get to know her better. She showed up to class with a treat for me — the #1 way to win my favor, how did she know? My mind began to be more at ease.

After the class wrapped up, she asked if I wanted to do anything. She wasn’t tired, and neither was I. We hadn’t planned any play together beforehand, but… here we both were. I told her I had topped too much lately, and desperately needed to do some bottoming. She nodded firmly. Going into specifics, I said I’d like to be manipulated, moved around in dynamic rope… with maybe a little sadism mixed in. I settled overall on the word “sensual”. That seemed to be plenty for her to go on. We found a spot, she got out her rope, and we quickly got started.

I instantly felt the change in her touch, from how she had treated me during class — now, she felt much closer, more deliberate, hungrier. Both of us standing, she wrapped me up tightly in a free-form shape, then suddenly yanked me down to my knees. I cried out in surprise.

“Too much?”

“No… no.” My eager grin could be heard through my voice. She continued.

Caressing me so softly and tenderly, she was gentle enough with the rope as she continued tying me, that I found myself craving more. During a pause while she stroked my confined upper body, I asked her. “Could you be… just a little… sadistic?”

Her eyes lit up. She grabbed me by my ropes and slammed me to my other side, eliciting a very surprised moan of pain. My face pressed into the mat. This was it!! Just like in my dreams! The ones where I always get so turned on that I wake up immediately…

She checked in again. Yes!! I let her know that I was enjoying it, through my noises. She continued.

Towering over me, a look of focus on her face, she found a way to tie up every part of my body, all while twisting me around sadistically on the floor mat. My memory becomes fragmented here. My cries of euphoric pain were sent up high into the ceiling. Longer than before, and unabashed. Interspersed, melded, with giddy laughs of intense enjoyment. Her, gazing intently into my eyes while she slowly brought our foreheads to touch. Laying little kisses all over my body. She put me into compromising positions, crushed below her thighs, then squeezed her body in-between mine while I reclined. Our play felt more and more sexual. It intermingled with the pain delightfully: every bout of sadism I endured was rewarded with a moment of careful affection.

She added devices called “thorns” to the rope on my legs in several places, and tapped on them like buttons to elicit sounds from me, still checking in occasionally since these sensations were new to me. After some careful analysis of my pain processing with the thorns, I determined that I do like them — something I didn’t expect.

At some point, when she had pulled my torso up to be parallel with hers, I started feeling a hungriness between us. As she grinned, she confessed she wanted to ask to make out with me. Breathlessly I said yes — everywhere but my mouth. (I’m still not sure about mouth kissing). She didn’t hesitate to dive in and make out with my neck, my collarbone, bringing noises out of me so sexual, I haven’t heard them in years. She bit and sucked on my ear, so painfully, and so exquisitely. I screamed, as I reveled in the pain and dug my fingers into her back.

A delightfully adventurous feeling was carrying me, and I asked — with some hesitation — if she would make a mark on me. She smiled and replied that she’d been wanting to, then warned me that it would hurt… and asked where. I indicated the spot between my shoulder and throat. With a delicious, ravenous energy, she plunged into the meat of my neck and bit down, hard. I let all the noises out. The pain of the bite evolved, from a broad ring, concentrating, down into a blistering pinpoint. Gasping, mewling, crying out. It hurt so much, and it was so good.

Well, one good bite deserves another! She evened it out on the other side of my neck. Again, a cathartic release.

She pushed me onto my back and sucked on my nipple, which had conspicuously slipped out of my miniature top from all the roughhousing. The teasing of her teeth brought yelps out of me, which I had again, dreamed of. Oh god.

She groped my breasts with a knowing technique that felt amazing. With her laying on my stomach, I massaged her back, which brought some sounds out of her. She became yielding to my touch, and I leaned into it and wrapped a leg around her possessively. She seemed to be melting.

“Who’s topping who?” I ventured, cockily. Oh, that did it.

She sprung off of me, incredulous. “What did you just say?” A painful yank to the rope around my legs. Laughs from me, mixed with pained groans. So, maybe I can be a little bit of a brat, sometimes… She seemed to enjoy it. “Did you just question me?” Now shy, I could only mumble in response. She experimented with different ways to make me suffer for that brief usurpation. I was happy to be put back in my place.

After my punishment was through, and she took the rope off me and caressed me all over again, ever so gently, we finished up with some quiet cuddling under my blanket, me the little spoon.

What a night I have had. I needed that so badly. Have craved it for So Long.

Now, looking in my mirror at the bite marks on my neck and shoulders, all I can think is “Wow, wow, wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

[vampvore]

Only her band mates know the truth… about how Maternal Metal Milly immediately passes out in bed whenever she’s on the tour bus. With the sheets and blankets messily tangled around her, and her belly occasionally squirming. Poor preggo tuckered herself out

[vampvore]

Having a lot of thoughts about Trooly tonight, suddenly

(Slime thoughts)

She was originally a human, a scientist actually, and due to her experiments getting out of hand, her whole body was accidentally turned into candy substances. Her mind was still there, all her memories… but she had transformed permanently into a monster

Over time she figured out that she is now basically invulnerable, and doesn’t age anymore. Her body can be sliced, squashed, rearranged…

She develops these potions for herself that can transform her into different materials and states… thereby giving her the ability to turn into pure “slime”… you know, the kind that can squeeeeze right into a human… and stretch them to their limits…

[vampvore]

Who's Jules?

Oh, I haven’t introduced him at all, have I…?

He’s another character I’m working on, though I don’t have any nice drawings of him yet. I intend to post more about his story at some point, ‘cause there’s a good amount to it.

To be really vague… Jules is a mutant human like Blake, except he has no empathy. He likes cooking and getting away with cold-blooded murder.

If Blake is that Crying Kitten meme, Jules is Knife Cat. >:3c

[vampvore]

Are their any lezzy aliens? Or are they all into dudes?

Oh there are! I don’t think any of the main v'rov characters are exclusively into gals buuut it’s definitely a thing. Er actually…

V'rov are KINDA an all-female species… but they’re also Kinda all male. Technically. They’re very feminine, though; their society values these traits a lot. TBH, gender is much less of a ‘thing’ for them than it is for humans.Sure, some v'rov produce goopy sperm juice, and some produce big eggs. There are also some who are in-between, though that’s more rare.So v'rov individuals will sometimes prefer ‘types’… (for instance Vilka is really into vesai. she’ll fuck zerai too, just… a lot less often.)

Ok I didn’t completely answer your question – there IS at least one lesbian character I can think of right now, and that’s Clover.She’s human, punk/goth, very cool, plays drums in an edgy hipster band.Blake has a little crush on her. She experimented with guys in the past, though, and found it’s really not for her. She ends up dating Delsi; they’ve got big heart-eyes for each other. That’s not to say she won’t hang out and maybe cuddle Blake sometimes.~Oh and I have a lesbian character in another story/universe – Mona. She only flirts with men because she wants to lure them away then suck their blood out. Total Man-eater, but she only gets spicy for real with other women. (Whom she might also bite. but that’s just how she be)

[vampvore]

I like to imagine if Vilka breaks Blake's jaw to get something down his gullet because she's Overeager. Don't worry, she's very good at fixing broken human bodies! And human bones get tougher every time they break! It's a favor!

Though she didn’t technically Break his jaw bone - it probably felt like it. The first few times, she really forced it. Part of Blake’s breeder transformation involved getting a detachable jaw… though, that’s not to say it immediately became *easy* to fit entire people in his mouth.Yeah, so good thing he has expedited healing and a confident gf to help with aftercare!