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The pain was almost pleasant.
If Noel could put it out of his mind for long enough, the ache turned into a sweet, quiet hum behind his belly that sank its teeth low into him. It'd thrum in, out, in, out— pulsing with his heartbeat from the very center of him.
The only part that really pissed him off was the bleeding. It was everywhere — his thin, cherry coloured blood that always soaked through his tampon into his kecks, slicking up his inner thighs and bleeding through his trousers. Thick gelatinous clots would fall out of him in the shower. They'd swirl down the drain and he'd watch with a brick caught in his throat.
He was a heavy bleeder. It frustrated him to no end.
He was in bed — the pain had dulled into one long, long, miserable song in his skin — when his Lyla came home. His sister burst into their room, energetic and happy, breathing life back into Noel, smelling of sweetened honeysuckle and cigarette smoke. He was a crumpled mess on her bed, his hand tight between his thighs, belly down, curled into a ball and shivering feverishly.
She knelt beside him, her skirt billowing as she floated to him and took one of his hands in hers.
"Hullo, 'R kid," she whispered to him, her voice gentle. "Alright? Or is it your thingy?"
Noel had asked her, begged her, to refer to his affliction as his thingy rather than his period, or menstruation, or anything else, because dehumanizing your enemy is the first step to defeating them.
Noel nodded, burying his face in her pillow.
"Aye," she responded sympathetically, running her cool hand through his hair. She was jealous of it, which he couldn't comprehend. She said she wanted it— wanted the bleeding because she wanted the whole experience.
"It hurts, but I feel disgusting, Ly. Like — I dunno. Everytime it's like I don't think I'll ever be clean again, you know?"
"You're not disgusting. You're never disgusting," she reassured him, then thought for a moment. "You want me to clean you?" she offered innocently, although she had a mischievous and twisted smile, her lashes low.
"No. Well — wait. What do you mean."
"Well you always say the pain feels good, like? Yeah? Like it's- what'd you say that one time? purifying? Could take off some of that pressure," she answered, crawling into bed with him.
He shifted, uncertain.
She kissed his forehead, then his nose, and brought a hand to his stomach, then slid it between his thighs. His cunt ached. He rocked against her hand, and she flexed her thumb right where she knew it was most needed.
She pressed her mouth to his, gentle until she put more heat into it. She bit and chewed her way past his lips. Lyla unfastened the button of his pants, pulling them off of him, and rolled him onto his back. Noel groaned as a wave of pain stabbed into him. It subsided back into the rocky shore of aching.
She shushed him, softly kissing his hardening clit through the fabric of his kecks before she pulled them down. Wet heat jutted through him like lightning as she lapped and sucked at it. Taking the thread of his tampon between her fingers, she wrapped the string around her index then pulled — hard. He gasped at the suddenness of it, at the feeling of blood pumping out of him in a mess onto her white sheets. She ignored his hissed protests — Careful! —and dragged her wide tongue eagerly over his sore cunt. Panting breaths fell out of her as she flicked her tongue back and forth. Such a good pup for her brother.
Pain and pleasure swam together. She held his thighs tight in place around her head, dipping her tongue into him. His hips bucked harshly against her face, finding friction along her nose. She fucked her tongue fast into him, curling it and burying her face deeper, deeper between his legs, her pretty eyes wide like portholes.
He came harsh and sudden, gasping for air. It were as if he'd been drowning and she pulled him back to shore. He rutted helplessly into her mouth, chasing after his orgasm. She kept her mouth on him, sucking at his swollen clit. His whole body twitched and spasmed, hips jackrabbiting against her face.
She hummed and pulled back, peering over him, her muzzle covered in his blood. She had a sizable clump stuck to her lip, its rubbery membrane shining in the light of their room. She licked it back into her mouth, swallowing it roughly as she fluttered her lashes at him. Noel wanted to find it disgusting, wanted to hate the way his blood had ruined her pretty made up face, but he couldn't help but find her gorgeous as she glistened with his mess.
Noel sighed, his climax had released some of the pressure - he felt better. But his Lyla - he could tell she wanted.
He chewed his lip, tipping his head back.
"So good for me, always so good — C'mere," he called her, "You want?"
She nodded. He sat up - slowly - and brought her to his lap by her waist. He pulled her skirt up, exposing her limp and pretty prick underneath her tights. Estrogen had reduced her already small cock, made it nice and pink, closer to a clit. She struggled to ever get an erection anymore.
Noel hummed, rubbing the sensitive underside of her length in circles. Rolling her hips into his touch, she nodded desperately. Swollen red lips rolled into her teeth, her eyes unfocused. A trail of drool ran through his blood on her face. Just too pretty. He kissed her, grimacing through the bizarrely sweet taste of his blood on her lips and tongue.
Rolling the hem of her tights down to her thighs, he spat into his hand. She gasped when he wrapped his hand around the soft length of her prick, stroking it lightly. She'd been leaking the whole time — aching for it, the poor thing, a slick little trail of wet beading from the head. He swirled the tip with his finger.
He dug his free hand under her shirt, feather-light touches dotting her waist, up to her budding chest. Bearing in mind how sensitive she was, he gently cupped his hand around one of her breasts. He teased her nipple, dipping to wrap his mouth around where it was peaking her shirt, earning a pleasant little moan in response. He soaked the cotton fabric of it with his tongue, sucking it while chasing her desperate sounds with his fingers.
He switched to her other tit, latching on and sucking as she called his name in a whimper, digging her painted nails into his hair. Sweet smelling sweat wafted into his nose, it came off her in waves. Her delicious little sounds brought swollen heat into him. He rolled his tongue along her nipple again, then pushed her back onto the bed. She went easy, her long hair framing her flushed face against the sheets.
He pulled her shirt up, musing at her tits for a moment before kissing her stomach — Lyla was taking heaving breaths under him. He licked a stripe along her cock, soft and flushed red. He took the tip into his mouth, the taste of her arousal sweet on his tongue. She squirmed under him. Circling her tip with his tongue he took one of her swelling balls between his thumb and index, rolling it softly.
She came with a broken moan, her voice shattered in a coughing sob as she called his name into their otherwise empty room.
When blokes came their semen would spurt out of them in thick ropes, but not his Lyla. His gorgeous sister came in thin trails. Leaking pearly semen would bubble slow from her blushing tip. Her cock twitched in his mouth as he swallowed around her.
Afterwards, she laid in his lap, the weight of her holding down the pain of his scratching innards. Quiet sleeping breaths made her hairs dance as she lay dreaming in his arms.