G.A.E.

There's absolutely no hiding it from him. Victor often knew you were about to start your period before you even did. Every shift in your hormones wafted off of you and while no one else could tell, he could. It had its perks; he was particularly kind and dutiful when he knew you would be a bit more sensitive. Leaving gifts and doing favours for you to stay on your good side. All the while he was biding his time. Every month like clockwork, he'd sniff you out. There was no working, no leaving your room, and barely leaving the bed for nearly a full day.

Squirming and panting your back arched against the sweat soaked bedding. Victor had shed his jacket and vest a while ago. Probably around the same time he had stripped you nude before pinning you at the hips. Tangling your fingers into his hair you silently thanked him for not wearing the visor. Not just because it was uncomfortably hard between your thighs, but because it hid those eyes. Staring up at you from where his mouth had latched onto your bleeding cunt was two yellow eyes that nearly glow in the low light.

Twisting the fingers in his hair you rock you hips harder against his tongue, whimpering with every glide of that fat, wet muscle. Victor allowed you to hump his face for now, craving more of the thick, rich blood that drooled out of you with every orgasm. Sickly copper flooded his senses as his face was drenched in it. While one of his massive hands tended to you, his other was busy stroking himself lazily. So involved in practically eating you alive, he couldn't focus enough to get himself off. At some point, he had swapped hands so he could use the blood on it to stroke his cock. He groaned louder against your cunt as he fucked his palm coated in your blood.

Sucking down onto your clit, Victor enveloped it with his tongue. Your heels dug into his back, squeezing him close as you squealed. Your humping became more erratic, abusing his mouth and yanking on his hair. Victor didn't care, entirely focused on making you cum again. The hand on his cock sped up, his groaning getting louder with each stroke.

"Come on, sweetheart."

The words were mumbled against your clit, hot breath washing over your wet folds. You shuddered against his tongue as he wrapped it around your clit again, rolling the wide belly of it around. There was no humping his head as your body froze, locking up as your orgasm suddenly rolled through you in powerful waves. Letting out an almost shocked cry your eyes shot down to watch him. Victor's eyes were barely open, threatening to roll back in his head as he chased his own orgasm. Feeling your cunt flutter over his tongue, washing it with more of that sanguine elixir as you keened and cried above him, thanking him and praising him. He couldn't have been happier.

The massive body between your thighs twitched and crumbled, his groans becoming broken gasps. Removing himself from your clit, he lathed his tongue lazily over your entrance, lapping up more of the blood stained slick. You were too exhausted to peel him off no matter how overstimulated it made you. Catching your breath while you still can, you stare down at him as he pulls away just a moment, licking the cum from his thick fingers before pressed them against your folds and collecting some of your blood. Swapping hands again, he slowly pumped his weeping cock.