Being owned – Part 12
I opened my eyes, and closed them again. The sunlight was blinding me, I had a terrible headache and a taste in my mouth that suggested, that something had used it as a toilet at some point. Groaning I rolled on my other side. This felt like the worst hangover ever. Except that I didn’t have to rush to the toilet to throw up. As the memories, or at least some of them, came back I grinned. It was worth it. After he had forced me to swallow his blood my senses had sharpened, my body had healed. Everything had been so intense. I had screamed again, as I came, nearly blacked out from the overwhelming sensation. Fragments of the night replayed itself before my eyes. Running outside, together, wet grass under my feet, adrenaline, …