Red

Warning: Menstruation.

Red Moment

I thrilled as I felt his presence, the purebred asshole, watching us from the cliff's edge. I hovered at the fringes of the hanyou's awareness, where I could almost feel the night air on my face, nearly smell the ripe stench of life all around me. I used what persuasive power I could muster to nudge the hanyou to camp here with his companions because I knew that Sesshoumaru would do exactly what he's doing: lurk and glower from above, then wander back to his pathetic little girl and that masochistic toad of a vassal when it became obvious I was not going to challenge him. Not tonight, brother.

He served his purpose perfectly. When he is close and the hanyou can smell him, I rise to the surface. This night, his proximity met with the bitch's heavy odor and gave me what I hoped and planned for, what I have sought for so long: my freedom.

Now I hold up a dripping red claw to watch it glint in the moonlight, then bring it to my lips to lick and suck greedily beneath it. Each crimson droplet is a prize, a treasure I have dreamed of, trapped within the grip of an inferior creature who nonetheless holds me captive. With greater agility and control than she would ever credit me, I slit the bitch's fragile undergarment, complete with that thick cloth which traps her pubescent blood close to her core yet cannot disguise its cloying tang. The taste is as heady and satisfying as I knew it would be. I wonder a moment whether the flow would have as sweet a flavor if I tore her throat open, but the hanyou clamors even now for dominance and convinces me that we want her alive rather than dead.

I lose concentration and the bitch awakens. My need has grown more urgent and I have rashly thrust two fingers inside at once. I cover her mouth before she can cry out. Unspoiled she may be, but I know she craves us as much as we crave her. "Hello, bitch," I murmur.