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“Not right now.” Lute brushes Adam off of her as she moves to the closet to take her uniform out. Adam grumbles in response as she gets off their bed. He drags himself along after her, and his arms slide around her waist as he tugs her to his chest, his body pressing into her from behind.
“It's been a week, babe.” Adam groans, burying his face in Lute's shoulder. He plants a few wayward kisses on her pale skin, nudging the shirt off her shoulder more.
Despite the growing affection in her heart, Lute remains stern as she reaches back to give Adam's messy hair an acknowledging tap. “We've both been busy sir.”
“We're not busy now.” Adam points out with a pleading look as he meets his lieutenant’s gaze.
Lute’s eyes narrow. “...We can't right now.” She shakes her head, firm in her stance. Even as Adam's hands begin to snake up under her shirt and grope her tits.
“Come on, stop being such a prude.” Adam whines, already starting to grind his hips into her.
A hand shoots out to wrap securely around Adam's wrist, halting his squeezing motions. “I'm on my period, sir.” she bluntly explains, her eyes sharp on him.
Adam raises his eyebrows, mouth open for a moment before a grin spreads across his face. “All the more reason I should fuck you.” he gives her hips a squeeze, more urged on by the revelation.
“Sir-” Lute frowns, subtly trying to nudge him off with little effort.
“Come on, baby,” Adam licks over her neck with a smirk, “let me speed this cycle up, help you through it. Maybe you’ll be less of a bitch if you get an orgasm in.”
“Adam,” Lute huffs under her breath, “I don't want your dick in me right now.” she takes a step away, swiftly removing his arms from her.
He scoffs, following after her again. “Words I never thought I'd hear you say to me, babe.”
Lute's discontent grows, her face speaking far more than her words.
Adam rolls his eyes at her expression, a grin still plastered on his stubbled face as he grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls her against his body again. “Nobody said anything about dicks, babe! There's plenty of other ways I can help you… relax.” Adam's hands trail down her shorts, teasing the edge of her panties.
Lute’s gaze casts aside as she sighs, her arms folding. “It’s gonna be gross.” she mumbles.
“That’s part of what makes it so hot.” Adam retorts, and his fingers continue to stroke over her thighs as he waits for her response, not like he’s unaware of what it’ll be. Not with how her teeth are catching her lower lip, and her eyes are flicking back to him, arousal evident.
After a moment of contemplation, she responds bluntly. “...I’m on top.”
“Whatever you say, babe.” Adam answers with a grin, moving to situate flat on the bed, propping himself up by his elbows as he watches Lute slide her shorts off.
“You better not make me regret this, Adam.” Lute mumbles with a tiring tone before she approaches the bed and crawls over Adam, legs spreading to straddle over his chest. His hands instantly rise to rest on her knees, stroking over her skin.
“When have you ever regretted fucking me, babe?” Adam smirks, his fingers digging into Lute's thighs as he pulls her closer to his face. The words have Lute rolling her own eyes with a grimace.
His thumbs slide into her underwear and he tugs the fabric down as he raises an eyebrow at the sight. He shuffles her panties whilst a string of blood from the bad to her cunt snaps easily. It's a mixed sight, the golden angelic blood with bits of orange and even red from her insides.
A sight that makes Adam's cock stir. He shifts, his face leaning up to inhale her musky scent.
Lute grips Adam by his hair, a petulant frown crossing her lips as he indulges himself, his tongue flicking over a bit of blood caught on her tangled hair.
“Fuck- Adam,” Lute sneers, “you can't seriously be enjoying this.” unsure whether to be put off or not by how enthusiastic Adam seems to be over this.
“Mhm..” Adam laughs against her skin, his hands stretching her ass as he licks over her loose cunt, his tongue delving in and sucking anything out. The obscene sound of slurping echoes in the room as Lute shifts her legs with a whimper, the sensation of her blood being sucked out of her making her wings flutter.
“This.. ah, fuck, this is weird…” Lute murmurs, squirming on top of Adam with a low moan. His grip moves to squeeze her ass, forcing her down to rest more firmly atop his face.
“Adam-” Lute stiffens.
Adam swallows a gulp of her down, and she feels the rash brush of stubble against her as he speaks, his voice muffled from the position. “You taste- like fuckin’ temptation, Lute.”
Her eyes widen at the words, her face contorting in disbelief and reluctant arousal. “How could you even say that, sir…” Lute sighs breathlessly, shifting to rest more comfortably over Adam’s face. A low groan leaves her when he sucks on her clit, his tongue prodding insistently at her combined slick and blood inside her pussy.
“Fuck, Lute,” Adam pants into her cunt, a mix of golden, orange blood dripping down his chin as he pulls back to speak with a grin. “we’re doing this every time you get this- this fuckin’ thing,” his teeth graze over her inner thigh before he bites down, drawing a moan out of her. Lute’s nails dig into his hair, forcing a groan out of Adam as well.
“Adam!” Lute growls, her wings flaring out and fluttering as she presses him down into the mattress, starting to rut repeatedly against him. “Get- get your tongue back in there.” she demands breathlessly.
She can feel Adam’s stupid, smug grin against her flaps, his tongue still teasing the exterior. “I thought you didn’t like it.” he says with a lick over her sides.
Lute responds by grinding down more roughly on Adam’s face, pressing hard enough to have them both gasping. And she starts to revel in it, in the slight burn from his bloodied stubble, in the way he’s struggling to breathe against her whilst continuing to suck out and swallow her blood.
One of her hands shoots out to the headboard as she begins to buck down on Adam more aggressively, her fingers digging into the wood of their bed. “Fuck- fuck, Adam, sir-” She whines, losing her breath with each erotic slurp.
Adam’s own nails dig in deep enough to draw blood out of her thighs, and the pain just spurs Lute on even more as she fucks herself down on Adam’s wet tongue, her moans trailing out in a rhythmic pattern as she arches with a whimper.
“Sir- Sir, oh fuck,” Lute trembles above him with both fluttering wings and eyes, Adam’s fingers teasing by trailing down the rim of her ass, squeezing the flesh under his strong grip. Until she’s shaking enough to rock the old bed, until she presses down on Adam’s head, instinctively squeezing her thighs together with a wanton sound as she keeps him buried in her cunt.
And even as a gush of blood leaks out of her along with her climax, Adam doesn’t stop. He licks and swallows every single drop that comes out of her, selfishly taking every fluid she could possibly offer him.
She remains on his face, a moment of coming back to her senses. With shaky legs, Lute squirms off of Adam’s face, her lips parted as she pants. She looks down at him, at the sweat on his head, at the blood stuck in his stubble. His eyes are half-lidded, and he just grins up at her with that stupid, ugly, irresistible smirk.
“Gross, huh?” Adam teases, his tongue gathering up the blood on the corner of his mouth.
Lute’s cheeks flash red, and her gaze drops low to the mess they’d made, more of her menstruation seeping out.
“...you’re insufferable.” she mutters under her breath, her hands resting on his shirt in a tight grip.
“You’re delicious.”