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The air is heavy with the the scent of iron and cocoa butter lotion. Ethan is on the bed, on top of his girlfriend, who was laying on a ridiculous amount of towels. She has both hands in his messy, curly hair, and her eyes were shut tight, eyebrows scrunched as Ethan tried to swallow back his whorish moans.
She was holding so tight onto his hair that Ethan may as well come out of this with bald patches, but it's not like he'll care. After all, he was balls deep in her perfect pussy in the middle of her periods. He begged her if they could try having sex during her periods. Initially she refused because her cramps get pretty bad and she always feels extra yucky during them, and tonight she finally allowed him a taste after he spent the whole day looking after her every wish and whim like a good boyfriend should.
So after a long hot shower, putting lotion on her body, doing her skin and hair care routine and brushing her teeth, she finally felt comfortable enough to let Ethan have his way with her bloody pussy.
She knew she was going to get messy in record time, but at least she didn't feel like a sweaty, yucky mess.
Ethan had his arms bracketing her head, hovering over her body with her legs wrapped around his slim waist as he slowly thrusts in and out of her warm hole. His eyes were blown out and his cheeks pink in concentration. He was actually trying to be gentle with her tender body.
"How does it— feel?" She whispers shakily, heartbeat going haywire in her chest. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyelashes are darker, stuck together with drying tears.
"Hmmm, good," Ethan hums, nodding with his lower lip bitten. Clearly he's trying to keep his shit together if the hair stuck to his forehead was anything to go by.
"Why do you— Why?" She tries to ask, moaning when Ethan ruts his hips deeper inside, angling down then back up, as if he's trying to bulge out the surface of her tummy.
"It's like— You know it's a full moon tonight?" Ethan says with a small smile, burying his face in her chest, kissing the valley of her breasts and circling his tongue around a nipple before sucking it. She squeals at the feeling of his hot mouth around her sensitive little nub, back arching off the bed. She's trying to say something, and when Ethan realises, he pulls off, a thin string of spit connecting her nipple to his plush lower lip. He stares at her, waiting for his girlfriend to catch his breath.
"What does that have anything to do with you wanting period sex?" His girlfriend was confused. She was having a great time, still, but she was still a little lost on why he wanted to get messy like this.
Ethan shakes in her arms, "I saw somewhere it's like some— spiritual thing. If we fuck during your periods, I'll get obsessed with you,"
"Ethan, you're already obsessed with me,"
His hips stutter and she whines, this time letting go of his hair to hold onto his broad shoulders, hugging him to her chest as he starts to pick up the pace.
"Fuck, I know, baby I swear I'm fucking— I wanna be with you forever," Ethan's voice cracks at the end, he sounds utterly pathetic and ruined. He smacks more kisses to her chest, neck, then all over her face, like some overeager puppy while the rhythm of his hips get faster and faster knocking his girlfriend up the bed, bit by bit.
"Ethan," She moans, eyes shiny with tears, her warm legs tightening their hold on his hips as his pace spreads more and more blood around both of their pelvis, thighs, and even his stomach for some reason.
Suddenly he shoves one of his hands down under him, reaching for her puffy clit, carefully pressing his fingers down so he can draw tight little circles on the hot surface. Her reaction is immediate as her hips lift up the bed, back arching and head thrown back with a shaky moan.
"Shit, you're really sensitive now, 'm sorry baby," Ethan coos at her and proceeds to take back his hand, bend his head down to spit directly on her clit, and resume his rubbing and swiping, just faster and harder as his favourite girl trashes under him, hands clawing at his back.
"After we come, can I eat your pussy, please?" Ethan asks, out of breath, and it's then that she comes on his dick, squeezing him tight like a vice, as if she's trying to break his dick in half.
He moans then, he sounds like he's struggling to catch his breath as she squeezes the life out of his dick until he's spurting come deep inside her guts. He's sniffling, goosebumps raising all over his pale flesh as he tries to catch his breath, swallowing big gulps of blood and cocoa butter stained air.
"Eth— Ethan," She says, voice all small and ruined and Ethan leans down, kissing her on the mouth. They stay like that for a while, sticky chest to even stickier chest, Ethan still inside her, bare dick to her gummy, bleeding walls. They're slowly kissing, Ethan peppering her forehead with small kisses here and there, making her sigh and smile.
When they finally catch their breaths, her eyelids get heavy then, exhaustion settling in her bones, slow and pleasant.
Ethan stares at the girl and then slowly gets up, as soon as he's no longer blanketing her skin, she shivers. "Eeeettthan, 'm cold!" She whines, wrapping her arms around her naked body, trying to get warm. When he doesn't jump out of the bed to get her a blanket like he usually would, she lifts her upper body with her weak arms under her, "What're you doing?"
Ethan is sitting on his knees between her thighs, and now that she's actually looking at him, all of him; he's a mess.
His curly hair was half sticking in his face and flat at the top of his head from how hard she was gripping him there. His shoulders and his arms were red, with small red lines down the pale skin. His chest was also a little pink, and his abs were shiny with pre, cum, sweat and her own blood. The lower her eyes fell, the messier he got. Especially his soft cock, covered in a web of red, pink and white. The sight should disgust her, but it doesn't, instead, it makes her belly warm up.
Her eyes raise back up and Ethan was looking down at her pussy and the drying blood on her skin.
She can't help the shiver that runs down her body, making her thighs tremble for a second. Ethan notices and slowly raises his eyes back up to look at her. He looks a little out of it.
"You're alright?" She asks, gulping.
"Can I have a go now?" He asks, nodding at her pussy.
Her lips part, eyes wide, Ethan takes such good care of her. He's by far, the most attentive boyfriend she's ever had. Not only that, but he was clearly a little (very) obsessed with her, and the fact that it never bothered her must mean she was a freak too. So she may as well let him get what he wants, he deserves it after all. If he wants her pussy and blood, he'll get it.
She nods, teeth buried in her lower lip, "Okay, just— Be gentle, please?"
A smile splits his face, "I always am,"
"Okay," She jerkily nods, leaning back on the pillows and body immediately heating up when he puts his big hands on her thighs, and she no longer has need for a blanket.
Her pussy feels hot, and very wet. And the moment she feels his breath fanning across her dripping lips, she squeezes her eyes shut, holding her breath.
Ethan is careful, slowly breathing her in with his face a single centimetre away from her entrance. His nose accidentally nudges her sticky lips apart and she gasps, hands flying to his hair. He breathes deep, inhaling the heavy smell of iron, come and her favourite lotion; cocoa butter. Oh, his girlfriend was sweet. The sweetest in the world, and Ethan wanted to bury himself inside of her if he could, live under her skin, breathe her air and eat her food.
The sight in front of him should disgust him, especially with the drying blood under her thighs, reaching her ass, but Ethan wasn't like other people. He felt things a little differently, he can never be casual about anything. And so when he finally met his match, and found that she didn't give a shit whether he goes into a horny frenzy when she comes back from a run, all sweaty, or that he sometimes asks her to slap him around a little, even spit in his mouth then cuddle him to bed. She was so kind to him, so pretty and understanding and very much his, every inch of her precious body. And he was hers too.
So once her sticky scent is cemented in his head, he sticks his tongue out and drinks her in like the fountain of youth. She squeals, thighs squeezing around his head, almost cutting off his air supply, and Ethan couldn't be happier.
This is exactly where he belongs, between his girl's legs with his mouth coated in her blood and cum. And he never felt so owned and marked.