THE SLITHERS
Some fic/smut between the MC from Wayhaven and Farah in an alternative universe were the MC is the vampire instead of Farah. From FarahĀ“s point of view
Disclaimer: explicit kinky sexual scene so if this is a heavy no for you I suggest skipping this read.
āHow the fuck did I get here?!ā my thoughts screamed. Everything is pitch black, I canĀ“t move yet that voiceā¦ āAza?ā
āIĀ“ll have a four-shot espresso macchiato pleaseā. I was exhausted, all those extra shifts were going to help pay the bills; well if I had any money left after all the coffee I needed to push through all of them.
āDo you fear IĀ“ll bore you to sleep?ā.
āFuck!ā I yelled. āAza is that you? IĀ“m so sorry IĀ“m late, work has been keeping me a slave lately.ā
āI may have to speak with this work then. I donĀ“t approve of that, "she answered. I blushed. āShall we sit down and begin Farah?ā
And thus it began. The first time we officially met. The day it all began. ItĀ“s been two months since that day. Two months of coffee dates, restaurant dinners, Netflix dates and vanilla sex. But today, today was the day we agreed for all to change.
After long conversations, lots of research and some local visits to my locally trusted sex shop, today is going to be our new beginning.
āAre you sure? Do you feel ready?ā Aza asked, her eyes scanning my face intensely. I canĀ“t tell what is going through her mind. She still has, to this day, the best poker face I've ever seen.
āIĀ“ve done my research. You know this has been a fantasy of mine since I was in college. I want it and I want it with you.ā I looked straight into her eyes. Are they glistening? Is she turned on right now? āFucking pervā¦ā the thought slips as i try to contain a chuckle.
Everything is pitch black and I canĀ“t move. The soft silk of the blindfold makes me more aware of the roughness of the ropes that are holding me tightly in place against the cross. āIĀ“ll be back in a minute.ā She whispers in my ear, catching me off guard and nearly giving me a heart attack. It feels like itĀ“s been an eternity already. The irony of having a vampire tie me on a crossā¦ Ava would be so disappointed. Though she has a feeling Morgan would approve and even take notes. āMaybe they could become friends?ā I ask myself but I quickly pushed those thoughts away. āThinking about the team is the last thing I want nowā.
āDo you remember the word?ā
āAā¦Aza?ā I ask before grunting as I felt something strike my thigh.
āWrong. Say the word. You must never forget it.ā She sounds confident but I can still hear a glimpse of worry and doubt in her.
āSanguine. The word is sanguine.ā I can feel my body shiver. Holy fuck IĀ“m gonna do this!
āGood. You will be my toy today. I still need to know where your limits are so whenever you are getting close, you will say yellow.ā
I can hear her boots against the wooden floor. Her steps are repetitive, paced. Am I nervous? I donĀ“t think you can imagine how much. But today is the first time we are finally playing. āIt will be a limit-testing session. I need to understand where your limits are before we can properly play. But I'll still make it worth your time.ā Her words echo in my head. I trust this woman with my life; and today IĀ“m going to prove it.
I can feel the crop dancing across my skin. It was quite the contrast after being hit with it in my thigh. To say my feelings are heightened might be an understatement. I feel her trace every single curve of my body with it. Occasionally she hits me with it; my calf, my butt, my shoulder blade, my tits and my stomach. It is an exquisite mix between the sharp pain and the soft touches.
Suddenly I feel something moving between my arms, slithering across my chest. Wait, what?! It feels as if my mind suddenly woke up. I feel my body tense, and then the softest hands I could think about are caressing my face.
āRelax Farah. I promise they won't bite. Just think about the feeling, enjoy it.ā
I feel as if the irony was biting my ass
I can feel it slithering, from one arm to the other. It moves slowly around my neck and across my chest. The combination of itĀ“s soft skin and itĀ“s body made of pure muscle made me feel as if I was in a trance. Then it started going lower.
āYellow!ā I yell. IĀ“m not afraid but I donĀ“t like the idea of a wild animal anywhere near my genitals.
āGood girl.ā Is that amusement that I can hear in her voice? āI wasnĀ“t going to let Izzy do anything to you. But I wanted you to use the word. Remember Farah,Ā you dictate how far we go.ā
I feel a small weight being lifted from my shoulders. Not only because the snake was removed from my body (wtf Azaiah, like seriously); but because she is right. IĀ“m one word away from stopping everything anytime i feel like it.Ā
And that was the most freeing sensation I've ever felt.
āNow, for being good and doing what youĀ“re told, you deserve a reward.āshe breathes those words onto my neck, her hand tracing the curve of my back.Ā
Her tongue darts inside my mouth, abruptly, passionately and at the same time it feel as if she was asking for permission. I return the kiss, my tongue joining hers in a frenetic dance inside our mouths.
I slightly jolt forward as her nails dig into my ass, leaving scratches behind as they move down. She stops. I can hear her panting in front of me and I feel her gaze through my blindfold.Ā
And for the first time today I feel vulnerable.Ā
āYou are so beautiful Farahā, she whispers as she hit me with the crop where her nails wereĀ just a moment ago. āI can stand here all day and watch you, tied up, helpless, not even knowing whatĀ“s coming nextā, her voice a perfect mix of both steadiness and desire burning in my ears.
I feel her trace my thin line of my perfectly trimmed pubic hair with her crop. She whips my left inner thigh making me squirm and open my legs involuntarily.
"That's betterā, I can barely hear her whisper as she moves the crop gently against the previous hit spot. All these mixed sensations are making me go crazy and I can feel a drip fall slowly down my leg.Ā
One moment I feel her hot breath against my right nipple while her nails trace the curved path of my body from my neck to my lower stomach.Ā
The next moment her tongue wraps around my nipple at the same time she uses her crop, this time against my right leg, the mixture of pleasure and pain exploding at the same time across my body. She continues this rhythm changing from one nipple to the other, from one leg to the next.
āFuck me!ā That's the most coherent sentence I can even mutter. I feel drunk in these waves of pain and pleasure.Ā
She missed a beat and it took me a second too long to realize it.Ā
āFuck!ā I scream, this time not only in my head. I can feel the torture and ecstasy, both fused around my clit.Ā
āNow, what did I tell you about manners?ā her voice sounds more like a low growlĀ and it was as if I could see her. Standing tall, prideful; her toy had broken.
āOh fu-ā, i can't even finish. I feel her grab my face with one hand. I feel her go inside of me with the other. Rough. Unexpectedly.
āGladlyā, she proclaims before biting my neck.Ā
Her fingers move inside of me, rhythmically, roughly. I try to arch my back, to move against her hand but whenever I do so, her mouth finds my neck. As if ordering me to stay still, to take it, to endure the dancing torture her fingers are creating.Ā
I can feel my body tense and I know she feels it too, how I tighten around her fingers; Her breath is heavy, her hand grabs the wooden cross I am tied to and all I can think about is those grey eyes looking at my naked body with burning passion as she fucks me without been able to move a single finger.
My body jerks, her mouth findsĀ mine and my mind goes numb as I orgasm around her fingers.
A few seconds after she slightly releases all the knots that were holding me into place. āI need to do this slowly so you can get used to the feeling again. YouĀ“re going to have to wait a couple of minutes before I fully put you downā, she whispers while doing so. āThe blindfold will be the last thingā.
I can hear her untighten the ropes while making sure I'm still safe. Her hands softly caressing my face.
Once IĀ“m fully untied, she takes me in her arms. āIĀ“m sure her being a vampire means sheĀ“s super strong but she just lifts me up as if i weighed no more than a dollā the thought slips my mind and iĀ“m thankful to be blissfully tired to not say a word. I feel my body being laid down gently on the bed which protests at the sudden weight of her body next to mine.Ā
āI'm going to remove the blindfold. Close your eyes and open them when you're readyā, she says barely above a whisper, as if not to startle me, while she lifts it.Ā
Her arms wrap around me and untie the messy bun that my hair was in.Ā
When I finally open my eyes I can see her looking at me, a mix of worry and pleasure dancing in her silver eyes.Ā
āYou were fantastic Farahā, her eyes lock on mine.
āThank youā¦ā I manage to whisper before kissing her, emotions too high to express my gratitude with any word.
I barely feel my mind starting to drift as my amber eyes close and I feel nothing but happiness as her fingers trace the naked curve of body before her arm slips around my waist and I feel her slow deep breaths against the back of my neck.
