Kirin was hard again, too, the tongue on his skin kick-starting his arousal. When Abraxas pulled off my fingers, he let out a happy little sigh. “I missed the taste of fresh blood,” he said wistfully.
Basilisks didn’t need blood to survive. I didn’t want to think about how he’d tasted fresh blood before. “Missed it or not, you should haveasked.”
Some of the black bled out from his eyes, leaving me staring into a darker than normal red. He looked confused, but not at all apologetic. Social cues were not his strong suit. “Asked?”
“Yes, there’s this thing called consent.” I would have been sarcastic, but I wasn’t sure he’d ever heard of the term. “Kirin has no way of stopping you from doing anything, so you need to ask before you touch him.”
“Have you asked?”
“Yes, there was an entire conversation about what I was allowed to do before you arrived.”
“Oh. Kirin, can I consume your blood?”
Kirin looked mildly amused behind the prevalent arousal. “It was kinda good. I guess so. The tongue turned me on, where before all I felt was pain when she was cutting me. I’d prefer princess to lick me and make me feel better, but I doubt she has the same bloodlust you do.”
I screwed up my nose. A few drops during a kiss was one thing. Licking blood off his skin was a bit too far for me. “Unfortunately, not going to happen.”
“Then Abraxas can lick me.”
He lit up, his fingernails sharp as claws as his eyes bled to full black again. With his tongue sliding out of his mouth, he looked downright feral, the same way he’d looked my first morning in the house. Former Hadley would have been terrified. Gives no fucks Hadley was only slightly more alert than I had been before.
“I won’t keep you in pain for much longer,” I said softly, before an idea crossed my mind. “In fact… can Abraxas cut you? Only on your chest and arms.”
Kirin hesitantly nodded, and I grinned, handing Abraxas the dagger. He refused, placing the dangerous object far enough away that no one could harm themselves on it. Instead, he used his nail to slice a shallow cut in Kirin’s chest, following the path of welling blood with his tongue and a loud groan.
I slid down the orc’s body until I was settled between his thick thighs, mouth level with his cock. His eyes widened, and he groaned. Pleasure and pain, all at once. His favourite, made possible because of my new, bloodlust-filled helper. I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come from the blowjob while Abraxas was carving him up, but it was worth a shot.
Sucking his length into my mouth as far as I could, he whimpered. His body was struggling to figure out what to focus on — my hot mouth, or the sharp nail tracing his torso, followed closely by a tongue. He was arching one way and then another, arms and legs struggling to free themselves. The ropes were looking a little tight, but I hoped to finish him before they became a problem.
Fingers cupping and stroking his balls, I sucked furiously, occasionally dipping down to lick the soft sacs and tasting hints of blood on my tongue. Abraxas was soon moaning in pleasure much the same way Kirin was, grinding against the bed. Not sure what he was grinding, but there had to be some kind of… pouch? That was a later question, not a now question.
“Are you going to come for me?” I asked, humming against the side of his length. “You think you can come with the pleasure and pain absolutely wrecking you?”
“Yes,” he whimpered. “Suck and tug on my balls and I’ll come for you. Please.”
I didn’t make him beg anymore, after how much I’d already put him through. Doing exactly as he’d asked, I tugged on his balls just hard enough to be uncomfortable, bobbing on the top of his cock. All it took was Abraxas making one more slice down his chest, tongue following the injury, and he was releasing into my mouth. Swallowing once, I pulled off and let him make a mess of himself, cum mixing with the blood on his chest.
Abraxas lapped some up, giving a soft groan at the flavour. “This mixture of cum and blood is the best yet,” he said.
It sounded gross to me, but he cleaned up Kirin’s entire chest and stomach while the man lay panting against the bed. I untied his legs and arms, noting the indents and faint bruising from the ropes. When I was done, so was Abraxas, settled back to an upright position and resting on his tail. “I see the appeal, now,” he conceded.
I laughed, pushing myself up onto the bed and stroking Kirin’s messy cheek. He looked half-asleep, and to be fair he’d lost a lot of blood. Even for an orc. He needed to replenish. “Did you have a good time?” I murmured.
The idea of my pleasure was abandoned, though trying out Abraxas’ forked tongue was tempting. For the moment, Kirin needed some support. “S’was good,” he mumbled, words slurred together. “Hottes’ thing ‘ve evaaar done.”
“And most exhausting, I bet.”
He managed a nod.
“Abraxas, can you stay with him for a moment? I’m going to go downstairs and get him some food and water to eat while I clean him up.”
The basilisk nodded his assent, watching Kirin like he was an intriguing science project instead of a submissive man on the verge of a huge sub drop. I should have thought to have food and water handy. Hurrying out of the bedroom, I was rushing down the stairs when something tripped me and I fell headfirst into darkness.
Chapter 14
Ifeltbadaboutnot being able to care for Kirin after our scene.
Sure, he’d been brought back to a time before the knife and blood play had happened, and didn’t remember a second of it. But he’d been so wrecked and deserved to be cared for. Plus, I’d needed to give aftercare too. Instead of being as refreshed as I’d been the first time, I wandered through the next day in a haze. I only recovered during the cycle after, getting back to my current line of investigation.
