The Strange House - Part 8 (Patreon)

This is a work of fiction that describes mature content between 18+ adults.

*

I woke up with a small jolt. It was dark. Not completely black, but dark. Looking around, I saw Faith asleep next to me, and I felt her arms around me, holding me close. I had no idea how long I had been out, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, perhaps even half an hour. The candles were still waving at us.

For a moment, I just stayed there, feeling her warm body against mine, smelling her hair and skin. Feeling her arms around me. A sense of security and belonging I had never experienced before. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Faith's breathing was slow and deep. I listened to it, wondering if she was really asleep. But even if she was, it was just nice to watch her. To be close to her.

After a while, I carefully removed myself from the embrace. Faith didn't react at all. I stood up from the bed and put on the boxer briefs that were somewhere in the room, and then I walked to the bathroom. After a quick trip to the toilet and wash, reminiscing the how everything had gone with Faith since I met her, I returned with a broad smile. As I returned to the bedroom, Faith was now awake, looking up at me with a dreamy look, completely naked under the covers.

“So how was it?” Faith asked, looking at me as I lay down next to her. It was still kinda cold, so I wanted to get under that duvet as quick as possible. “First time with a woman?”

“It was wonderful,” I smiled.

“And how did you like my fangs biting you?”

“I love them,” I replied. “I love everything about you.”

“Everything?” she said. “You don't think I'm a monster, for being a vampire?”

“No,” I said without hesitation.

Then I was reminded of something she had said. Something about punishment and being kinky. My thoughts went back to her secret room. I knew I was just a few minutes shy of a virgin, but I was still intrigued to learn everything there was to know about sex with Faith, and what that kinkiness entailed. I felt myself grow eager again, and my erection throbbed against Faith's thigh.

“What would you say to some more?” Faith offered.

“Like… a second round?” I asked somewhat eagerly.

“Yeah. Exactly like that.”

“So what's in that room?” I dared to ask, earning a chuckle from Faith.

“You're catching on, eh? You've barely fucked me and now you already want some toys in play. I'm proud of you,” Faith said teasingly.

Visions of myself tied up, dangling slightly by my wrists filled my mind. Faith with a whip, all in leather, and with a leash and a collar around my neck. Woah. I was surprising myself with my own kinkiness. Faith gave me a knowing smile, seeing I was catching on to the wonderful torture I'd endure in the future.

“Well, yeah. Why not?” I offered. “I feel like it's pretty hot to try.”

“We can explore that later,” Faith said. “For now, you haven't even fucked me doggy yet. I can't say I've had the pleasure myself, but I know the view from up there will be very much to your liking.”

“I bet, you got a great ass,” I blurted out without thinking, getting a giggle out of Faith.

“How about this? If you manage to drain your balls in me at least two more times, I'll whip you to the extent you want to be,” Faith said, almost sultrily.

The offer was certainly tempting. It didn't sound like it would be to my benefit to get whipped, but it sounded hot regardless. I guess I also should have been perplexed by it, but I wasn’t.

“Yes,” I sighed. “Please.”

“Deal. Now let me just fix myself, and get yourself a nice place behind me,” Faith urged, rolling onto her belly and hoisting herself on her hands and knees, before lowering her chest and shoulders to rest back on the mattress. This created an amazing arch, and if I didn't have duties to attend behind said arch, then I’d admire her pose as if it were art.

“There's a lot we can do later to have fun, but how about we just fuck? Raw sex can be a wonderful thing too. Doesn’t have to be all dirty stuff,” Faith said, almost as a reminder to me. 

She was of course right. Just climbing up behind her now was enough of a reminder, and the way my cock flexed the magnificent sight that greeted me once I got in position was nothing less than amazing.

Two firm and smooth cheeks spread apart as the middle seam was moist and glowing slightly with candlelight, inviting me in with her pussy pulsing, asking to be satisfied. A wonderful valley I could slide my cock in, both to rest and to plunge. The creases of the split perfectly framed her other hole, one I was very eager to try out sometime. 

One step further towards taking the very beautiful Faith from behind was my cock brushing its crown against the entrance to her folds, and she welcomed it. My cock flexed again, landing with the tip right at her slit, and with my hands on her warm cheeks, I guided her backward onto it, her entrance engulfing me with no resistance. We both groaned deeply.

Her tunnel felt a bit tighter, and yet more slippery than when I had been deflowered by not so long ago. But even though the light was dim, I still got an eyeful of those fantastic buttocks of hers, and the change of angle from missionary was certainly noticeable, as was how it made her even tighter. My cock dragged along inside of her, pressing and stroking every wall of her slick and hot innards, as I started rocking into her, slightly at a loss for how to actually fuck her like this.

Raw sex could indeed be wonderful, especially with a wonderful woman who also had wonderful tastes and ideas. As I admired my view of her I was rewarded with some subtle pushes back, urging me to go a bit faster. So I did.

“And harder too,” Faith panted in a husky tone. “And harder still! That's it!”

Now her muscles really became apparent to me. Her cheeks started shaking under each forceful pound into her, the entire flesh moving so vigorously. Not in waves, but small jiggles. Just barely visible, yet in big motions.

“This feels amazing,” I grunted, holding onto her cheeks for life. I felt my orgasm brew already, but she hadn't cum yet, so I didn't want it just yet.

Unfortunately, I wasn't experienced enough in holding back. Her clenching only worked against my best interests in that. Of course, it was also the sight of her ass, and the double sided attack that I was having sex. Raw. Just what my cock had been dreaming of for some years already, but nothing I could have imagined. This was everything a first time should have been for me, and even more.

“Fuck, oh no!” I growled as I lost it. The cum shot inside her, flooding her womb with another thick batch of cum. She just pushed against me harder, even rolling her hips to get every drop out of my overstimulated tip.

“It’s okay, baby! Just keep going, Logan,” she gasped, obviously enjoying it. Her inner muscles milked my ejaculating cock, pulling out all my fluids and holding on with a vice-like grip. 

The continued clenching set off mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, draining every spunk-cell my body could give to the beauty. But clenching me like she did also made my now semi-erect cock grow to full mast again.

“One of the advantages of you virgins, you can go again and again,” Faith purred happily, no doubt feeling my filling her up with a pulsing erection once again.

“I don't think that will ever be a problem for me with you,” I said in full honesty. She was so gorgeous I don't think I'd ever fail in that department.

“You sure know how to compliment a girl,” Faith purred. “Oh,” she moaned as I gave her one long thrust into her. 

I then leaned a bit closer to her, and with short thrusts, my hands wrapped around her hips, I started to piston in and out of Faith, making a moaning mess of us both. It felt insanely good, as my cock grew larger than ever before, as if her walls were resizing and conforming perfectly to me.

As I continued fucking her in the heat of passion and sweat, I moved my hands up her body, trying to lift her up to lean against me. She quickly understood what I wanted, and soon she was up in a seated position, grinding in my lap as I kissed her neck and groped her breasts. It was utterly amazing to be as intimate, yet carnal as we could be.

As we orgasmed, Faith managed to turn for a series of slow kisses as I emptied inside her again, feeling her clench around my shaft. And then we collapsed onto the bed, legs a tangled mess of exhaustion, sweat, and fluid, but we couldn't help giggling together. There wasn't anything funny in particular, just perhaps a sheer appreciation of the pleasure we could give one another.

After a while, Faith gave a small sigh and a chuckle, getting out of bed. Naked and sexy, I watched her galavant towards the double door, and with a cute wink, she disappeared out into the living room. 

It was then I remembered that she had promised me a beating. Whipping. While a normal person would have worried about how bad it would be, at this point I trusted Faith could make anything good. My brain went wild imagining the pleasure and pain I'd feel, as Faith would masterfully lay in some pain and then soothe it away. I never knew it was in me. This hunger for erotic punishment. She had teased it earlier, big sister punishing the indecent lil brother, and being wrapped in her world, I was eager to at least try.

Faith then walked back into the room, a fresh can of beer in her hand, and a small handle with a dozen leather strings hanging from it, with tiny knots along the strings. I think I had seen one of those before, but I wasn't sure what it was called.

“A flogger,” Faith said, answering the unasked question. She then tossed the beer to me and got on the bed, knees on the mattress. "Drink your beer, then I'll beat you up, okay? Then. Well, I think we should have a conversation about something you briefly asked me about before."

“Wait, what did I do?” I asked, sitting up in bed.

“Oh, you did nothing wrong. It's not bad. You'll see. Drink up.”

I opened the can and took a long sip, still having a hard time keeping my eyes off of the naked woman in front of me. She sat on her knees, her chest puffed out, and her breasts looked even more majestic than usual. Her muscled forms, her cute freckles, and her proud demeanor. And of course, her soft, yet powerful legs.

I took a deep gulp of the beer, feeling the refreshing taste run down my throat. But before I knew it, the can was gone.

“You're gonna get this ass nice and red, understand?” Faith said, taking the empty can out of my hand. “Then I'll give you a proper fucking.”

“Okay,” I said, already growing eager, my cock twitching between my legs, not entirely erect yet, but not completely down either.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Faith said, pointing to a spot on the bed.

I obeyed, and with a sudden movement, she grabbed my wrists and pulled them to my sides, and settled on my legs around my knees. In an instant, I was trapped, held down by the strong woman on top of me. I felt her hand slightly grope my cheeks for a moment, which was oddly satisfying but also kinda embarrassing and slightly embaressing.

Then she did nothing. She sat behind on my legs, with her full weight on my calves.

“This is a punishment, so it will hurt a bit,” she said in a gentle voice, and then she whipped the flogger across my back. Gently, but enough to let me feel the leather nip at me. “This is what you get from cumming inside your sister,” she whispered in my ear. “Defiling her with your precious seed.”

I yelped, but she just chuckled. Then she hit me again, this time a bit harder. And then a bit more. The first few hits were fairly soft, but the last one stung, and I squirmed beneath her. Yet, I had a feeling she could go way harder. Full force from Faith would likely be deadly, I’d imagine.

“That's a good boy,” Faith cooed, landing a few more hits, and changing targets from my back to my ass and upper thighs. “You're doing well. Let me know if it's too much for you. And let me know if you like it. Do you like it?”

“Yes, big sister,” I whimpered, earning myself a chuckle from Faith.

“Oh, I think we've established you like me being your slightly forceable big sister,” she said, slapping me again.

The heat that was now building on my cheeks was nothing compared to the heat between my legs.

“I knew you'd be perfect,” Faith cooed, before whipping me even harder. The strikes stung and I could feel my ass grow hotter and hotter under each hit.

As my moans turned deeper, my cock was already achingly hard again, but I also noticed the tingle of tears welling up from the pain. Faith was making me a complete and utter mess, and I loved it. My body tensed, but there was little I could do about it. All I could focus on was the pain and the pleasure. The hurt as her flogger struck, followed by a quick relief and a rush of pleasure.

“Wanna taste your big sis?” Faith asked, easily rolling my aching body over. Now I was face to face with her crotch, looking up at the beautiful vampire goddess I admired, while she was looking down on me with her bright eyes.

I needed no instructions, and eagerly began mouthing at her mound. Using my mouth was now natural, and so I buried myself in her wetness and drank deeply from her as Faith stroked my head.

“There you go. Let me know if I’m hitting too hard,” Faith instructed me, tickling the leather beads on the flogger across my stomach and thighs, the knots lightly stroking me, and reminding me of the potential hurt they could cause if she wasn't careful.

Then I felt the small bites across my skin, growing steadily worse. I muffled my whines and cries in her groin as my tongue and lips devoured her sweet center, trying my best to stay calm. Faith was absolutely ravaging me, my nerves on fire as my balls started to clench.

I shuddered as her flogger made contact with my aching erection, and Faith chuckled as I immediately buried my face back in her sopping slit, driving my tongue inside, trying my best to coax another flood of nectar.

She started panting again, moaning above as the whip found a regular pace, hitting my legs and inner thighs, as well as my erect member, not always exactly where I expected. And after another strike, suddenly Faith pulled away.

“Fuck me,” Faith commanded me as she moved back and spread herself wide for my eyes to feast. I crawled up to her as she wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me close. I drove my hard cock into her with no hesitation, feeling a tremendous sensation when her muscles started flexing all over my sensitive meat, bringing me even closer to climax.

“Yes, fuck your big sister," she sighed into my ear, giving me goosebumps.

We writhed against one another, my entire body aching, but then the pain dulled by Faith's tight tunnel as I frantically thrust into her, rubbing all those swollen bits of pleasure with each passing movement. Faith had told me to fuck her, and fuck her I did. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Our kisses grew feverish. Her chest rubbed mine, her hard nipples piercing my skin. My mind went blank, and all the heat rushed toward the center.

With a sharp wail, my body tensed, the contractions growing more violent by the second.

“You're inside of me,” she whispered in my ear as I pumped into her again. “I love it. My little stud. You're fucking me so good, Logan.”

Her low voice in my ear was as much a reward as her words.

“Yeah, that's it,” she purred, her legs locked behind my hips as her entire body embraced me, as I poured forth my release deep within her, another explosion of intense pleasure spreading from the bottom of my dick as I emptied inside of her. As Faith's contracting muscles drew out all of my spunk, milking every drop out of my twitching shaft, the spasms grew lighter. She sighed into my ear.

“Yes, keep cumming,” Faith groaned with satisfaction. “You are mine now. Truly mine, I have no doubt. I hope you will never disappoint me. I have a lot of pent-up lust to drain.”

Her hands explored the surface of my back, no doubt sensing the heat that emanated from my welts and bruises.

“Mm, I have bruised you,” she sighed satisfyingly, licking my ear, making me shudder. “Well, how was that?”

“Amazing,” I replied, unable to make any other remark. It really had been amazing, even if it had hurt a bit too. I liked the pain. A weird aspect, but one I couldn't deny. “And painful. But, ugh, I didn’t mind it as much as I’d think I’d do.”

“You make such delicious sounds as you moan,” Faith continued to purr, stroking me gently.

“I have to say, I like it when you talk to me like that. Telling me I'm yours,” I dared to admit. Faith leaned up and kissed my forehead.

“You are very much mine,” Faith whispered in return. “This cock belongs to me. Just as you do. And me to you.”

I sank into her even further, both in relief and comfort. It was surreal how relaxed I felt with her, yet the desire to please her burned deeply. Then I rolled over on my back with a heavy sigh. I was exhausted. I had completely lost count of how many times we had done it now.

*

I then remember there was something she wanted to talk about. Faith was in the shower for a moment after a quick nap, so I kinda had to settle for just laying here while I waited. It honestly was a bit weird to nap during the night. I mean, I had done it when I was joining up for raids and stuff, but this was definitely something else.

Finally, Faith emerged. She hadn’t even bothered putting anything on, she just sunk down on the bed with her knees and then collapsed face first on the bed, propping her head up on her palms as she looked up at me with her beautiful hazel-green eyes.

“So. There is something we need to talk about,” Faith said.

“You’re going to be naked during an important conversation?” I asked, keeping eye-contact even though I’d really enjoy looking at the mountainous horizon beyond her head.

“Is that a problem?” Faith asked.

“Nope,” I said, relenting a gaze upon her butt cheeks and how perfect they looked.

“So turning you,” Faith started, stopping a moment to gauge if I was going to say anything. I didn’t, so she continued. “I know this will disappoint you, but I won’t do it. Not yet anyway. There are several reasons. Two, to be exact.”

“Wait, I don’t get a say in this?” I asked.

“We’re getting there,” Faith said. “Reason number one, this is something we both need to know that you want. It is forever, and there are but a handful of things that can reverse it, and all of it leads to your permanent death. Which brings me to reason number two, turning someone involves killing you and… as confident and strong as you think I am, I actually don’t want to kill you.”

“Erh. That’s good to know,” I said, getting a smile from Faith. “So how does it work?”

“I drain you of your blood and give you some of mine, in essence,” Faith explained.

“Have you done it before?” I asked.

“As a matter of fact, I have. I got one daughter in–”

“Daughter?”

“That’s how it works in vampirism. Makers are parents to their offspring.”

“What? So if I’m getting this right, you’d be my mom if you turned me?” I asked dumbfounded. Faith nodded slowly. “What about my real mom? Or human-mom, I guess is a more PC term.”

“She’s still your mother. And there are more than one downside of being a vampire. I’ll never see the sun with you. And you will never again experience it. Just as you will outlive your family and everyone you know, and in most cases, some choose to cut off any contact to spare the misery. Especially if they have human children. One of the funnier parts is faking your death.”

“Faking my death?”

“So it’s not suspicious why you’re not aging,” Faith explained. “It’s not a norm, but most do it to avoid a huge search or whatever should you disappear for a bit.”

A brief silence followed. I could see why she was hesitant to rush any decision, as there was a lot to consider. And it spoke to Faith’s character that she didn’t just barge ahead with the decision. I no doubt would’ve caved, and rather easily at that, to the prospect of spending forever with her. Especially after a wild night like we had just spent.

“And one thing. I was very blessed when in my life I was turned. Some are not. While I like you just the way you are, if there are any ‘modifications’ such as bigger muscles, piercings, tattoos… well it’s nice to have that done before you're turned. How you look when you’re turned is how you’ll look forever.”

“Good to know,” I said. “Lot to think about.”

“Indeed. And the great thing is, we don’t have to reach a decision just yet. You’re still young, so you can take years to think about it,” Faith said, more or less letting me know she was in for the long haul. Such dedication. I wasn't worth it, but she was relentless regardless.

“So you’d be my mom? Not my sister?” I asked, deciding to tease her a bit.

“What, you don’t want me to be your mommy instead? We could make that happen regardless…” Faith said, smiling coyly, starting to crawl towards me. “I could definitely still be that.”

“Yeah?” I asked, crawling backwards, but Faith was much faster and was soon on top of me.

“Want to be a good little boy for your mommy? Or maybe you want to be punished, and call me mommy while I spank you?”

“Punished? Punished for what? What did I do?” I asked.

“Oh, you've been a bad boy, and you need to be punished for it,” Faith said. “For one, the grave offense of being such an adorable little boy. You need to get flogged, spanked, and then you have to creampie the shit out of me.”

“But... that's a reward, not a punishment!” I argued.

“Well, let's just see about that, shall we?” Faith smiled, taking a hold of me and tossing me around so I laid prone on my stomach instead. 

It was going to be a long night. A very long night.

*

Monday morning was a rough one. While I had spent a lot of time at Faith's, none of it had been to sleep. What sucked, however, was that Faith didn't want me to visit her during the week. She wanted me to do good at school and stuff, but it was honestly hard to focus with such a naughty, sexy, domineering girlfriend just down the street from where I lived.

She had in the meantime promised me a gaming date Friday night. I couldn't wait.

One thing that was a bit awkward dating someone so naughty, was when I got home Sunday morning, Mom asked me why I had a slight limp and winced when I sat down. I was just glad she didn't see the bruises. One could easily, and mistakenly, call it abuse, but I had been begging for most of it, and Faith was always patient and considerate while she flogged me. Or spanked me with her flat hand. Or fingered me, which I still found odd, but the weirdly good sensations when she did couldn't be ignored.

School was the usual mess of boring subjects that I only half listened to. I kept thinking about Faith. I knew she wanted me to do good and whatnot, but I was still in a hazy honeymoon period where all I wanted to do was hang with Faith, even if it was indeed just hanging we did.

But with school, also came torment. I was quickly reminded of what’s what as I stood near my locker between classes. With Faith I kinda forgot the world existed. In fact, it was like I forgot who I even was. Or perhaps I finally got to be me for once. I wasn’t sure, but either way, Zach and Jeremy hovered over me as they talked about the weekend.

Jeremy, now that the charade had vanished, was quite explicit about the things he did to Anna. Perhaps he thought it would hurt me, but I honestly didn’t care one bit.

“Anyway, who was that you hung out with in the woods?” Jeremy suddenly asked, snapping me back to the surface. “I saw you talk with Rob, and there was a girl next to you.”

“Oh. That’s Faith. She’s my girlfriend,” I said nonchalantly, shoving the locker shut, starting down the hallway.

“Don’t fucking lie to us, bitch. We know that girl is way too hot for you,” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, I didn’t see her, but how the fuck would you land anything at all?” Zach said.

“Was she some hooker or something? With what you got, what kinda slut could even–” Jeremy said, before his lip cracked open.

I looked down at my hand in disbelief, splatter from Jeremy covering parts of my palm. Had I slapped him? I looked at him, and saw him in utter shock. He had called Faith a hooker and a slut. Of course I slapped him. Using the moment of surprise, I managed to kick him hard in the stomach too, but that was all before Zach punched me in the gut, folding me in half.

I slumped to the ground as the two started kicking the shit of me to the amusement of bystanders. 

“Fucking bitch, who do you think you are?” Zach spat, as the two continued to kick me. I held my hands up so they wouldn't hurt any teeth. That had happened once, and never again. Hopefully.

“Stop!” I heard a familiar voice. Robert, and some teachers. But even though it was over, and the two fled from the scene, the damage had already been done. My body was bruised and cut viscously, especially one where Jeremy stomped on my face, giving me a heft nosebleed.

With help from Robert, I could walk the rest of the way to the nurse's office. And soon, I was on my way back home. They gave me leave to go, which I happily took the advantage of. Mom was as furious as she was frustrated when I got home. Not at me of course but our hopeless situation. It was obvious I had gotten fucked up, but there was nothing the school could do. Or would do, according to Mom.

Dad wasn't too happy either. I couldn't imagine how it was for him as a cop to have his kid bullied. But at least I got a longer vacation in bed. Or on the gaming chair. My ribs would protest if I laid in the bed. I hadn't gotten badly hurt like when they almost killed me, which was at least a plus, but it still hurt like a bitch. It was certainly nothing like the beatings I got from Faith. Those were out of love. These were definitely not.

It was then, as the evening grew, that I received a message from eddie345. Or Eddie, as I called him. It had been a while since I had heard from him, and it would’ve been nice to hear from him, only the message startled me quite thoroughly. It was an image of a bed I had very recently occupied along with Faith, and on that bed was Faith. It was a selfie, but with her laying on her stomach so that you could see her ass sticking out behind her, wearing short high-waisted seamless leggings in bright blue.

It was a great image, and I had never received one like it, but I had to wonder, why the fuck did Eddie have a lewd picture of Faith?

Another message came. It was a gif of this MP5 animation from CSGO where they slap the gun. I think the implication was to slap Faith’s ass.

eddie345: So how do you like it?

Me: what?

eddie345: The pic, of course. I think it turned out good. 

Me: why do u have a pic of Faith? do u know her?

Eddie then surprised me by sending me an Obi-Want “He’s me” meme. At first I was confused what that had to do with anything. Star Wars? Or did Eddie allude to himself being old? But how did that relate to Eddie having a lewd picture of Faith? I looked at the screen, but no reply.

Instead, I heard a low thud against the window. I looked over, and squatting on the garage roof sat Faith. I hurried over and opened.

“I figured it was better to take this face to face,” Faith grunted, climbing in. She whispered to not cause any alarm. Not that my parents would mind having her over. I eagerly accepted her coat, as that might indicate she’d be here for more than just a few minutes.

Faith nodded to the screen when she saw my confusion.

“What do you mean? Do you know Eddie? Why does he–”

“I’m eddie345,” Faith said. “I wasn’t aware it was a secret.”

“What?! But… that…” I trailed off, thinking back. “I thought it was some quiet old man!”

“I’m not sure if I should be offended right now,” Faith chuckled. “That’s why I sat on top of your garage that first time. I tried to see if I could get your Discord handle. And… erh, to confirm you were finally over 18 years old. Thank god you guys have your birth years in your handles. I figured it was a nice way to get to know you, but you never chatted much so I decided for a more hands-on approach.”

“So it was always you?” I asked, still not quite believing this.

“What, you didn’t think it was suspicious when I asked you to get a shirt that I met you at the mall?” Faith chuckled.

“I had no idea you were… pursuing me. Or that it was you. How could I? And where does Eddie come from?” I asked.

“It’s short for Eiddwen. Kinda,” Faith said. It was all so simple.

“And 345?”

“The numbers after 123. The hipster in me thought it was funny,” Faith chuckled, slumping down on my bed. Having been distracted by this mystery, it was just then I noticed that she wore a thick checkered beige skirt and black stockings. It matched her wool woven shirt… that she hadn’t quite buttoned up all the way. My eyes looked from her cleavage to her dark stockings, admiring the délicatesse before me. “Thought you’d like those. So. Anything else to this mystery you wanna ask?”

I shook my head. I was still a bit perplexed, but it seemed to all have been cleared up by now.

“Now you know why old-man Eddie will call you on Discord on our playdate this weekend,” Faith chuckled.

“Man it’s so long until then,” I said, slumping down next to her. I winced a bit as I did.

Faith took notice of me wincing, and eyed me up and down suspiciously. She knew something wasn’t right. So I told her I had got my ass kicked. She of course asked why, and when I told her, she kissed my forehead with one of those warm smiles of hers.

Being a vampire, she checked for internal bleeding and inspected each bruise. For my part, I enjoyed her warm fingers on my skin, even if I involuntarily jumped from time to time when she poked the sore areas. The sore areas that weren't from her whipping, that is. 

“I swear, one of these days those two fuckers will have it coming,” Faith said, rolling down my shirt after she finished inspecting the wounds. “I’ll rip their fucking heads off!”

“I wish I could just show up one day and rip their throats out,” Faith said in a surprising string of anger. I had never heard it before. Faith was always so calm and collected.

“I wish I could just kick his ass,” I said, trying to refocus her from murder.

“And now it’s only getting lighter outside. Makes it even harder,” Faith mused angrily, as if I hadn’t said anything. It was as if she was actually contemplating it, all while carefully rolling a thumb across my nose and lips.

“So wanna move to Antarctica? I hear it’s dark down there,” I said. Faith refocused from my wounds on my face and up to me. I won through. 

She smiled at my joke, before cupping my cheek lightly. I closed my eyes and rested against her for a bit, before she pulled back.

“And here I thought I’d come over and fuck you real quick after clearing up our little Discord mystery. Gag you, beat the shit out of you, and I use you for my own pleasure,” Faith said, giving a resigned half-smile. “Can’t really beat you up when… those assholes did this,” Faith said, looking defeatedly at my injuries.

“My parents are just downstairs,” I reminded her.

“Is that a challenge?” Faith smiled, slowly getting out of my bed.

“No?” I said, unsure where this was going.

Without answering, Faith snuck a hand up her thighs, revealing that her stockings only reached to her mid-thigh, held up by clasps. The sight of her dressing so naughty just for a quick visit did things to me, but my parents could at any minute walk up and catch us. I mean, again, they don’t mind Faith popping by, I think, but catching us in the act would be a bit much. Especially as she had snuck through the window.

Faith trailed her skirt upwards until she found her panties, and then reached the hem of her red thong, and slowly rolled it down her thighs right in the middle of my room. She took it off, placed a knee between mine on the bed, and then promptly stuffed the underwear in my mouth. It tasted so delicious, but the main purpose was to shut me up.

With the thong silencing me, Faith slowly crawled up to me, still in her skirt, taking my hands as she climbed, and pinned me on my back. My heart was racing as she slowly took off my pants and underwear in one hard yank, pulling them down to my ankles and off. I was already growing hard by the second, as she so forcefully took control over me.

As she was on her knees on top of me, she slowly leaned forward, her mouth tickling my ear as she whispered, “Mommy's gonna rape you.”

I gasped in excitement, feeling the tingles running down my spine, all the way to my toes. Her words did quite the opposite to me than the vile nature of what she promised. Something so violent, revolting and shocking, yet, it fueled the fire within me. It was such a vile promise, yet it drove me mad with lust.

“Yes, baby, mommy's going to use her little boy,” Faith cooed as she kissed my neck. “Break his little bed as she takes full advantage.”

I was baffled, but equally turned on. The idea that she wanted to make me feel like she was raping me, taking away my choice, and just using me for her own pleasure… It was insanely hot. I knew if I uttered real resistance she'd adhere to it… but I also knew that if she chose to ignore my protest I'd stand no chance. Her strength and her willpower made it impossible for me. But there was no resistance from me.

Faith smiled devilishly as she lowered herself on me. We both moaned as she enveloped my shaft. She was so tight, so wet, and so warm. We locked gazes, a devious glimmer in her eyes.

“This cock belongs to me,” she whispered, gyrating her hips to feel all of my throbbing meat. She bit her lip as we moaned in sync. “I am going to fuck you hard, my little boy.”

I whimpered through the gag, but as she started riding me, the whimper was swallowed up with moaning. She placed a hand on my forehead, letting her fingers dig into the scalp as she pushed her grip through my locks, and she rode me in rhythm, all the while looking down at me like I was the prey she was about to devour. She threw back her hair as she undulated her entire body. My muffled moans became louder and faster as I neared climax. 

I was kinda worried the bed would creak and bang loudly, as it would be so fucked if Mom or Dad caught us like this. Faith seemed undeterred however.

Her chest heaved with heavy breathing, and her breasts straining the seams of her flimsy shirt that she had so sloppily buttoned up, exposing her lacy bra and her spilling chest. My fingers instinctively reached out and found her legs, rubbing her stockings and slowly inching towards her skirt. As I found the hem, my fingers managed to reach the skin. Warm and silk-like. I ran my hands back and forth, but only for a moment as Faith grabbed my hands, shoved them above my head and leaned down to moan in my ear, flicking her tongue against the shell. Her grip was merciless, just like her movements. She was my absolute ruler and queen, and she could have me, and she took me, any which way she wanted.

Faith had completely surrendered to lust, completely fucking me in a manic, primal motion, her body enveloping my dick tightly and intimately. The lewd sounds of her wet pussy riding my shaft were muted slightly by the skirt that fell around her hips, but I could still hear the undeniable sounds of her satisfaction.

Faith pulled back and took a hold of my jaw, staring me straight into the eyes with a grim smile, holding the gaze for a full minute of hot, hard fucking. And she didn't stop until I could see the climax glaze of her eyes, and soon after I came as well, erupting straight up into my mommy mistress.

Five minutes later, she waved me a kiss and climbed out the window again. Jesus. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought that it was all a dream.

*

Once again as I came back to school that Thursday, Zach and Jeremy knew they had overstepped again. But this was the second time in a short period of time where they had beaten me up so severely. If they hadn’t been stopped, who knows what would’ve happened. And that honestly scared me a bit.

And them as well, seemingly. They seemed to be distracted whenever I was around, and did everything to avoid me that day.

What surprised me more was Friday morning, as I woke up, I found a nice picture of Faith in my messages. It was her from the waist up sitting on her gaming chair, taken with her webcam. It was innocent enough, except she wore nothing at all, only her hair offering any sort of modesty. And that smirk was to die for. Knowing and teasing at the same time. And attached to the picture she had left a small message ‘Cant wait until tonight,’ followed by a kissing emoji. 

I have to say it was still a bit weird receiving lewd messages from eddie345, even when I now knew the truth of his, erh, her identity. I guess I could be quite gullible at times. But much like Faith, I was looking forward to the weekend. With taking a few days off from school after getting fucked up, I didn’t have the longest week. Gaming with someone in a LAN type of fashion was something I had never gotten to experience, though. And my first time with none other than Faith. 

While Faith had popped a lot of firsts for me, this was one that struck home with me in particular, as a hefty gamer. Even if I had agreed that we’d play CSGO(to begin with), a shooter game I wasn’t all that good at. I had to wonder if she had any skills. She had a lot of hours in the game, even if she had downplayed her own ability. I also hoped to teach her some of my games, given that she didn’t already know them. ‘Dragon Age: Inquisition’ co-op mode for one, as I’d never tried it, Diablo III multiplayer was another.

But first I had to get through Friday. A feat of its own, as the moment I stepped through the door, Zach shoved me into my locker face first. So much for taking it easy, like a broken record. Neither them nor me seemed to ever learn that lesson. Jeremy promptly took my lunch money and shoved into his own pocket.

“What up, fuck face?” Jeremy said, smirking down at me as if daring me to challenge him taking my money. Which I did.

“Why do you need my lunch money? It’s been years since you took them last,” I said, looking toward his pocket.

“Hey, eyes up here, gay boy,” Zach said.

“Dad is cutting on my credit card, but that doesn't mean I’ll cut on my lifestyle,” Jeremy said.

I mentally shrugged, grabbing the correct books from my locker. I had accidentally picked up the wrong one while having such an engaging conversation with my two bullies.

“So we’re heading to this club this weekend. Fake IDs,” Jeremy explained.

“I don’t care,” I said.

“Yeah, because you’ll sit in your room jacking off to your imaginary girlfriend, like a loser,” Zach joked. “Maybe I’ll swing by and give the ol’ mom the business, eh? You can sit in your room and listen. Maybe jerk off to that.”

“We’ll double team her, then give you a baby brother,” Jeremy promised.

I felt the anger brew inside of me. Subconsciously, no, very consciously, I eyed a lead pipe leaning against a wall near where some work on the water pipes were being done. I had never had such violent thoughts, but the way they talked about the people I loved, I guess it was finally boiling over. However, both Zach and Jeremy caught me looking over at me.

“Come on, dipshit, give me one reason, one fucking reason, to truly end you,” Jeremy muttered dangerously. 

The way he said it sent a shiver through me, especially as he lowered his voice to not be overheard. Maybe I should be more careful. They had been escalating, and already they had beat me twice to a pulp. Would I survive the third? I wondered how seriously I had to actually ponder that notion.

Luckily, I was momentarily saved by the bell. And previously I had been saved by Faith and then by being at school. What if I wasn’t? What if I was just out and about? Not that I often ventured outside, but it happened from time to time. At night, Faith would never be far away. During the day, I would be completely on my own, for one. 

It was crazy that I even thought like this, but with how things were slowly getting worse in the physical torment, I guess I had to consider that I might have to defend myself. Should I get a gun? Was that even allowed in Indiana? To walk around with a firearm?

Those thoughts slowly trickled away throughout the day as I counted down the minutes and seconds until at least eight PM. It filled me with dread to see that it was later and later in the day that I could visit Faith, as the days grew longer with spring right around the corner. I normally looked forward to the longer vacations and being outside, but now it didn’t feel as appealing. And like that, I started to day dream what it would be like if I ever became a vampire. Would I miss the sun then? Did Faith? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know if it was a touchy subject or not.

But that was all something I had to think about later. Right now, it was time for the best part of my day in the sun, going home. As the final bell rang, I near sprung out of my chair, almost expecting the sun to just disappear with a schwoop if I was out of there fast enough.

Unfortunately, as I was hurrying out of there, Zach and Jeremy were fast to catch up to me. Making my way to the bus back home, I felt a violent yank on my backpack, sending me to the ground. I had been too preoccupied with making my way to the bus that I hadn't noticed them coming after me. I quickly got to my feet, but was pushed down again. 

Soon after my hat flew from my head, and I heard Jeremy laughing hysterically as Zach was holding me down. Moments later, Jeremy shoved my hat back on my head, now caked with dirty snow and mud.

“There you go,” Jeremy laughed, patting my cheek before he started walking away.

Zach didn't wait for him to leave, instead, he grabbed me by the collar, hoisting me up in the air. He reeled his hand back and cracked me across the face with the back of his hand, the momentum forcing my head to the side.

He then shoved me towards the ground, and as I was still a bit dazed, he kicked me hard in the ribs, causing me to scream out in pain. It was more of a pathetic whimper truth be told. Luckily, that was it. I heard them laugh to each other, retelling each other loudly of how pathetic I was. 

Once upon a time it would've hurt me when I saw Anna hurry to catch up to them, but I knew she was a bitch anyway. So I just rolled over on my back, rubbing my ribs, grunting in pain. I had had worse, but it was still painful.

I slowly got up, and saw the bus pulling out of the parking lot. Fuck! I tried calling after him, but he couldn't hear me over the engine. I just wanted to get home. More laughter emerged from the crowd as I made a small jog after the bus, thinking for a second I could perhaps catch up to it.

I looked around and saw most of the people I knew either ignore me getting beat up and left by the bus, or laughing at my expense. Some even pointed and took pictures. I really hoped that Faith wouldn't get wind of this. She would no doubt kill Zach and Jeremy. And perhaps even literally. She had gotten quite angry before. I was just lucky she only knew their names.

Zach and Jeremy couldn't be helped, but I was starting to realize that perhaps this little town was nothing for me. I had a terrible time growing up here, and it was only getting worse as time went by. Was I destined for a life of being bullied? Was it a mistake that I stood up to Jeremy and Zach the way I had? I shoved Jeremy then at a later date punched and kicked him. I talked back. Would my newfound bravery be my own doom?

Maybe if I had been as popular as Zach and Jeremy, things would've been different, but I had no friends and no one to talk to. Except Faith. Faith was all I had. Perhaps it was time for a change of scenery. Or maybe not. Maybe I was just feeling down, and needed to focus on the weekend.

I had been so lost in thought that I had missed how the crowd had dispersed, and I was alone in the school parking lot. My ribs still ached and I yanked off my dirty hat, throwing it into my backpack as I started the long walk home. I was just glad my parents were out for a dinner date that evening, as they would no doubt freak out at the state I was in. And they would probably blame themselves, which wasn't fair. It was a frustrating situation. 

I sometimes, when I was with Faith, forgot how horrible it was being me, but being left alone to walk home, with the freezing winds of the last remnants of a dry and cold winter blasting in my face, it was all too apparent what my life was like.

*

Later the same day, in the evening as a matter of fact, after getting cleaned up to the best of my abilities, I heard the doorbell chime through the house. It was odd. My parents wouldn't be home for another couple hours, and I didn't know who could be calling on us. I certainly wasn’t anyone stopping by.

As I opened the door, I found a familiar face standing before me. A girl, looking to be 24 years old, with sandy brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and a cute face. She had an angular nose with cute freckles that gave her a distinct look. Her hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing a coat, black jeans and winter boots, as well as a wool-woven scarf, wool headband and mittens.

“Hey there, Faith,” I said. “I was about to write to you if you were awake.”

“Yo. I know. I just figured I'd stop by and say hello to your parents,” Faith said, making her way towards the living room. “But I see they are not at home. Oh well. What do you say, wanna go out and have ourselves one of the last snowball fights? I have no idea how long this snow will be fucking around.”

“Snowball fight?” I asked.

“You don't know what that is?” Faith said in mock disbelief. “Come on, we're doing this.”

I followed her outside, and soon enough, we had made a snow fortress each on the front lawn. Or a small half-wall. While it was a very random idea, it was nice that we could do more than just, y'know, have sex. It had been a lot of that and– 

“UMPH,” I grunted as Faith nailed me in the head.

“Come on, pussy!” she called out. “You gonna let me hit you like that?”

“Hey, that's cheating!” I called out, throwing one back at her.

“You're throwing like a little girl!” Faith taunted.

We went at it for a good while, both of us getting all sweaty and soaked, before Faith finally got me good in the head again. I keeled over and fell to the ground, holding my face, giving away a painful grunt. Faith immediately hurried over and crouched down to see if I was okay.

I got her now. I quickly grabbed her, threw her under me and started shoveling snow in her face.

“Oh, you fucking dick!” Faith laughed as she struggled to get free. “Stop! Stop! You little bastard!”

I let go, and sat up a bit. “You deserved that,” I told her. I knew very well she could've ended me shoveling snow in her face at any moment, but instead embraced rolling around like children.

“Oh did I?” Faith said. “And how much do you deserve this?!”

And so it was Faith's turn to roll me over. I struggled with all I had so we ended up rolling around like maniacs in the snow, laughing hysterically.

“Okay, okay, you win,” I said, admitting defeat.

“Damn right I do,” Faith said, looking down at me. She had managed to pin me to the ground, and straddle me. Her cheeks were pale and even kind of rosy from the cold, and the visible parts of her hair a bit wet from the snow, but it was still beautiful, with the moon reflecting off her face. “So, should we head inside and warm up? Or do you want to head to my place for some fun?”

“I heard a rumor of this random totally underground game called CSGO?” I said.

“Some fun then,” Faith said, getting up and offering her hand to help me get up.

I winced a bit from getting beat up by Jeremy and Zach earlier, but managed to play it off it being from the snow fight. I mean, it was partly that too.

“So, do I bring my PC?” I asked. Faith shook her head.

“Nope. I've moved stuff around and managed to squeeze in another battle station down there for you,” Faith said.

“You sure have invested a lot for me,” I said, somewhat ashamed. She had built her whole cavern system in hopes of getting me down there, even fitting a proper bed, a bathroom, bought me clothes, and so on, and now a brand new PC too. I didn't like being spoiled like this, even if Faith didn't mean it like that. I still felt like I owed her something.

“That's because I care about you. A lot. And yes, I know how important these things are for you. Besides, I saved money by building it myself. So come on, grab your shit, and we'll head to my place.”

Minutes later we were back in Faith's lovely dungeon, heading toward the gaming room. I saw that she had stacked up with all kinds of food, beverages, chips, and snacks for the night. She even had several takeaway menus on a cork board on the gaming room door. 

Inside, I saw that she indeed had moved stuff around. The room used to be quite cramped due to a lot of stuff laying around, and the giant desk with her PC on. But by removing the stuff, and moving her desk in a bit, there was plenty of room for an equally as impressive PC with desk and everything for me as well.

Without going into too much detail, what impressed me at first, was the amount of weapon skins she had. Everything from Wildfire to Asiimov.

“I like them clean and factory new, so no stickers for me,” Faith explained, as if I knew what that meant. Skins and such was never something I got into. I saw no point in digital cosmetics.

But soon enough, we started playing and it was like we had done it for years. We started out easy, and went from there. Soon enough, I realized just how much skill she had, and how well she adapted to different maps. I had barely played all of them, but Faith seemed to be way better than she gave herself credit for.

"Vampire reflexes," she said, waving her hand as she tossed me a Mountain Dew. We had just schooled the other team where Faith had just casually dropped a 30 kill bomb without effort. I was mostly lucky to reach the double digits. “We're playing with silvers anyway.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“The rankings in CSGO, silver is the lowest. Because you're a noob, we get matchmaking with lower ranked players. Want me to show you why XM is the most underrated gun?” Faith challenged. X1014M is the auto shotgun and wasn't all that much used by most players as far as I knew.

“Sure,” I said. Faith was quite the eager gamer, and I saw nothing wrong with that. I loved it, in fact.

After a few hours of CSGO, I learned a few things. Faith was very modest about her skill, and shooters were not for me. Still, Faith managed to teach me a few tactics I tried to use, and was pretty encouraging when I managed to execute smokes or whatever.

She could also be pretty rude towards toxic teammates, especially those who came with sexist remarks, which I found both hilarious and strangely erotic. Like how she yelled to some teenager how she’d fuck his mom and beat the shit out his dad. And everytime people talked shit about how awful I was, they were getting the same whirlwind of selective glossary. 

But after a while, it seemed like even Faith grew tired.

“Don’t mind me, just play a match or something. I just need to stretch my legs,” Faith said, getting up.

“But–”

“Do as I say, Logan,” Faith said sternly, but with a lip-biting smirk. She was up to something.

“Anytime,” I said, clicking the big queue button.

Faith got up from her chair with a sexy groan, making her way toward the door behind me, only to stop on the way and give my neck a gentle kiss. I closed my eyes and sighed contently, before continuing the queue, smiling a bit goofily, and Faith escaped the room. 

Seeing how late it was, I shot Mom a text that I was with Faith. Moments later I got a winking emoji and a smiling emoji. 

A short while after, I got myself a game. It would just be another bomb defusal thingy, as the map selected was Train, meaning it would just be a standard terrorist vs. counter-terrorists scenario, I supposed. Again, not my type of game. To say I got trashed within a few rounds would be an understatement.

However, I suddenly felt something on my thighs. Long strong fingers making their way up, and as I looked down I saw Faith biting her lip while looking hungrily up at me.

“Don't mind me. I thought I'd get myself a snack while you're busy,” Faith whispered.

She placed one kiss on top of my thigh and ran her nose across the fabric until it brushed my package. Even through the fabric of my pants could I feel her tentative motions. And just then noticed she had changed out of her black jeans and sweater, switching it out for blood-red lingerie.

“Focus on the game,” Faith whispered, eyeing my growing bulge.

“That won't be easy,” I retorted.

I tried to, but then her fingers wrapped around the buckle of my belt. She opened it slowly and proceeded to crawl her fingers into the hem to pull off my pants and underwear. And without delay, one of her fingers shoved into my tight heat. My moaning and sudden reaction caused my sniper rifle to miss a player, who turned and killed me instantly. Faith smiled to herself looking down, while using a second finger in me. I felt so much tension build inside of me as she pushed in and out with her finger, massaging me thoroughly.

“I'm gonna fuck this later one day,” Faith promised.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Nothing. Just focus on the game. I can hear your teammates scream at you even from the headphones,” Faith said, before lowering her wet mouth over my throbbing shaft.

I bit my lip as the warmth enveloped me, but I managed to focus enough to see how to get into the building behind the B bomb site. I threw a grenade inside, which took out one of the terrorists. I proceeded to try and flank them, but alas, as I was about to jump down a ladder, Faith's warm mouth reached the base of my shaft while her fingers found the spot inside of me that sent shivers of pleasure through me. I may have gotten down the ladder, but I shot my gun all over the place, much to the displeasure of my teammates.

“God, Faith, that feels so good,” I groaned,  feeling sparks shoot through my body as I tried to relax my clenching muscles.

"Mmmh," she moaned around my cock. “Fawc-hus.”

She slowly pulled off with a pop, and started to lap at the head. I was trying hard not to let the sensation overcome me. It felt so wonderful as I just relaxed, letting her take care of everything. But when her eyes peered into mine and she popped my cock out of her mouth, slowly jerking me off, I just had to give up. Not Faith though.

“Not yet,” Faith said, pinching the root with her fingers, my orgasm rapidly, and somewhat uncomfortably, subsiding. “There ya go. Don’t cum yet. Good boy. I know it hurts, but this is the way it has to be. Good boy. Don’t cum.”

My brow sweated, my hair ruffled, my breaths were heavy as I tried my damndest not to give in to the feeling and just erupt everywhere. Much helped by Faith's fingers pinching me, much distracted by Faith's other fingers thrusting in me.

But a new round commenced. I tried to focus to the best of my abilities, but when my teammate threw a smoke so I could defuse the bomb, Faith decided this was the time to increase her efforts. Her tongue danced along my shaft as I jumped into the smoke and landed right on the bomb to defuse it. Her finger worked my tight hole while the other played with my nuts, and I knew this was over. 

Faith then was about to pull off. Not this time. She had ruined one orgasm, but utterly blue balled and frustrated I let go of my mouse and keyboard, grabbed her head firmly and just made her stay there as I pumped up into her throat. And all the pent-up frustrations and near-orgasm left me with an overwhelming surge that finally came to light as I spunked inside the wet welcoming home that was her mouth. Flexing my hips up as I held her head in place, I released myself as deeply into her as possible. 

Faith, taken by surprise, stayed there and swallowed like a champ. We both knew she could rip me away if this wasn't okay, so with that as a confirmation to go ahead, I bucked up into her face all the way until there was nothing left of my erection.

I looked at the screen and saw that I had been kicked from the server.

“Boohoo,” Faith joked, crawling out from under the desk. “Liked getting serviced like a proper gaming king?”

“I think I like anything you do, Faith,” I grunted, feeling my post-orgasm bliss soak my brain with tingling goodness.

“Wanna see something cool? Or feel, perhaps is a better term,” Faith asked. I nodded.

Faith then brought her wrist to her mouth. With a sound similar to splitting a fat sausage in two, Faith bit into her own wrist, and then to my astonishment offered her arm up to me. I hesitated, not sure where this was going. I had gotten her blood before, when I had almost been dying, but that was due to circumstance more than anything.

“Come on, drink, baby,” Faith urged.

I looked down at her two small puncture wounds and then back to Faith's eager face, biting her lower lip with her fans still out. She wanted to show me something and it involved her blood. In other situations one might call for skepticism, but I trusted Faith. So alright then. 

I took her wrist in my hands, feeling her warm skin in my grip as I guided it to my mouth. I gave her one final look to see if this was what she wanted, and she gave me a slow nod. Her green, glowing orbs were fixed on mine and didn't look away as I took her wrist, opened up my mouth and wrapped my lips around her wound.

It was so metallic, but it had such a warm, almost sweet taste to it. Unlike whenever I had tasted my own blood, her blood had such a thick texture, which coated my mouth and tongue with its pungency. As soon as I realized that I was in fact tasting her actual blood, the realization of this act dawned on me. Drinking blood. My girlfriend's blood. 

Some would call it an act of sadism. But if I was sadistic, so was Faith, for enjoying this, and certainly in an erotic manner, pushing her wrist ever further towards my mouth to encourage the act. She even moved a hand to guide me up from the chair and down on the carpeted floor so she could cradle me in one arm while feeding me with the other. It was almost as if I was suckling on her breast, but instead of a nipple, it was her wrist.

“There you go, Logan,” Faith muttered in my ear. “Now, let me…”

Faith took a drop of blood from herself onto her finger tip and rubbed onto her wounds, and with a small sizzling sound her wound disappeared just like that.

“Woah,” I said. “That's pretty dope.”

“Like I’ve said, it only works for superficial wounds and such,” Faith said. “But that's not it.”

Faith moved the hand I had suckled on to my shirt, slipping it under and up to gently caress my chest. Then I felt it. While Faith gently felt me up, her mouth less than an inch from my ear, I felt my cock grow on its own. No touching, no other teasing other than her hand on my chest. Blood pumped right into my cock and it grew like never before, almost getting painfully hard.

“Pretty dope, right?” Faith muttered in my ear. 

“Fuck," I groaned, hurriedly turning myself around in her grip, getting into a more suitable position to slide her laced panties aside and enter her with a hungry grunt.

“I knew you'd like that trick,” Faith moaned, feeling me enter her and gripping my back with her strong fingers. 

I tried to settle into a steady pace, but the urge was too great and the need was too grand. Faith loved this as well and started to whimper out pleasurable sounds while holding me tight and digging her nails into my back, before clawing me down with all her strength, and blood started dripping from the wounds.

“More,” Faith said, digging deeper, gripping onto my back like a tree branch.

It was like Faith knew a sort of erogenous zone within me that got hit perfectly at that moment. It was as if my Faith-induced erection gave me new virility, my blood mixing with hers as I drank it down driving me to a new gear, and now pounding away, it was a wonder I hadn't already cummed inside of her.

“Yeah. Oh god. Keep doing it, Logan!” she moaned in my ear, spurring me on.

So, the primal in me unleashed, and with Faith clawing me, and pulling my body flush to her, I started pounding her tight hole for all I was worth. We rolled around the floor, tossing and turning as our passions collided, and just let loose. The lust inside of us was unmatched and not something we were going to stop until we couldn't go any longer.

“Right there, right there. Mmm...harder! Harder! I'm cumming! Fuck yeah, Logan, I'm fucking cumming!” Faith would pant.

With her scream and encouragement, feeling her clamp down around me, I exploded as well, the force of it drawing out an extended moan as well, before collapsing on top of her. After a few moments of heavy breathing we turned to each other and burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, Logan,” Faith said, getting on top of me with that wicked smile of hers.

“I just went full gorilla,” I panted, lying down on the floor, and still gasping. “So that was intense.”

“There's so much fun things we can do as we spend our days together, Logan,” Faith cooed, turning to rest one of her hands on my chest. “Isn't that wonderful?”

I cupped her jaw, pushed a strand of hair from her face, staring at her, just smiling to each other. Then she bit her lip as I felt my erection grow dangerously hard again.

“Maybe we should find the bed?” I suggested.

“Maybe you should fuck me so hard I blow my back out?” Faith suggested, getting up on her feet, hoisting me with her.

Over the next few hours I fucked Faith senseless in a variety of ways and all kinds of positions, and everytime I came she would have me throbbing again. We had a small break here and there, of course, where she'd feed on me while I fed on regular food, beer, water, and eventually we ordered a wheelbarrow of cheeseburgers.

In the end, or nowhere near it, I laid naked on Faith's bed, her head resting on my chest. My lungs and thighs were on fire, but I had no regrets. It was surely a neat trick she had, indeed.

*

I guess I fell asleep at some point, because as I opened my eyes, I saw Faith looking back at me with a smile. I hated falling asleep when I was with her, as every hour that she was awake was precious time I wanted to spend with her, and not sleeping. But it couldn't be helped. She had utterly drained me.

“Morning, Logan,” Faith whispered, reaching under the blanket to wrap across my stomach. Luckily not to make me grow again, because then she'd have to do all the work. Though, Faith on top was a favorite. Especially when she squeezed my throat lightly. A neat little trick we learned in our tryst. “Did you rest well?”

“You bet. I'm beat,” I said. “It’s not really morning yet, is it?”

“Nope. We still have time,” Faith said, making me a very happy young man.

Her hand then rolled down the blanket, and I saw the obvious bruises. She hadn’t said anything while we fucked, but as her finger traced a bruise I knew the time of reckoning was here. Faith looked from my wounds to my face, a mix of anger and sorrow in her expression as she very well knew where those wounds came from.

“What happened?” Faith asked tenderly, looking at me with determination.

“Y’know…” I muttered.

“Tell me,” Faith insisted. I didn’t want to, but then again… perhaps I had to. To get it out, if nothing else. And to obey Faith, of course. “Some of these I recognize, but others are pretty new. Did they beat you up more than once?”

“Well, erh… The first time they… Jeremy called you… Well, he called you something nasty and I kinda sorta slapped him… and kicked him in the ribs,” I admitted. I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words they used to describe my beloved Faith. It made me so angry to even think about it. I had told her the gist of it when she briefly visited me in earlier, but didn’t go into how it led to me getting my ass kicked.

“Logan!” Faith exclaimed abashed. 

“What? I couldn’t let him talk about you that way,” I said, defending myself.

“No. I’m not angry with you, just surprised. It’s just… I find it oddly romantic, actually. You never defend yourself, but you fought for me, even if you were outmatched in every way,” Faith said, smiling eagerly at me, as if she found yet another newfound appreciation for me.

“Thanks for reminding me,” I muttered. It was bad enough that I was outmatched, but did we have to highlight it?

“Come here,” Faith said, sitting up to face me more upright. “I should be the first to say that you’ve come a long way since we’ve met. You’re way more comfortable around me, for starters. And comfortable being yourself, even standing up to what, or who, you like, even if it ended up in your detriment.”

“Well, you know what they say, behind every great man there is a greater woman,” I said, quickly adding, “Not that I’m great. You are, though.”

Faith smiled at my weird attempt at a compliment, and it even earned me a kiss along the cheek, until she found my lips with hers, pressing into me tenderly with her eyes closed as if to savor the moment. Faith was the best of both worlds in my opinion. She was able to be both wild and passionate, and both brutal and kind. And with how she kissed me I felt her pure love, our lips holding together as we drew our breaths to inhale one another’s presence.

“And these other wounds?” Faith asked as we disengaged, looking down my body at my much fresher bruises.

“Please… can we not make anything of it? It’s bad enough that it happened, and that I can’t defend myself,” I said, sensing Faith’s brewing anger again as she studied my black and purple skin.

It seemed for a moment that she wouldn’t let go, but with an angry sigh, she relented, slumping back on the bed with her arms crossed. I knew she wasn’t angry with me, but as frustrated as anyone else in my vicinity. We both knew she could, right now, speed off to their place and rip their head clean off without breaking a sweat. But I didn’t want their deaths to be on my account. And Faith had turned another leaf in the vigilante justice department.

Instead, I settled to crawl up on her arm, which she immediately wrapped around my shoulder, confirming that it indeed wasn’t me she was angry with.

“The world is cruel enough, so it’s nice to be able to escape it here with  you,” I said, making Faith look down at me.

“Why don’t you just move away? Like, nobody here besides your parents seem to be worth damn. Honestly, fuck this whole place,” Faith said. Even as I knew she had relented on pushing more of my torment out of me, I saw that she was still agitated. “Even on the most basic level, I can’t even whip you with how bruised you are. And on the surface, you can’t get a break unless you’re with me.”

“I like being with you though,” I said.

“We can be anywhere. It doesn’t have to be here, is all I’m saying,” Faith explained.

“I’ve always considered moving away, but it’s expensive. I kinda thought about enrolling up-state perhaps, to get away.”

“What college?” Faith asked. “I’ll pay for the tuition.”

“No!” I said, getting a look from Faith. “Sorry. I mean, I like what you’re offering, but some things… erh, some things I want to do right. Myself. Do you get what I mean? And if I take money from you, there will always be some level of feeling like you did this. I know it's probably not making any sense, and I appreciate you wanting to help like that, I really do, but I want to be… independent too, you know.”

Faith looked at me with one of her gorgeous smiles, gently stroking my cheek with her warm fingers.

“Of course I do. I didn't think about it that way. It was wrong of me. Like I’ve said before, I'll support your independence. That’s why I like you. Part of it. You don’t give a damn about my money. And even if it would be so easy for you to just let me run everything, to use this little unlimited ammo cheat code you’ve obtained, you still have your own codes to abide by.”

“Sorry for dismissing you, but–”

“No, I like it. I would’ve walked all over you if not,” Faith encouraged. “But I hope you’ll find it okay that some things I’ll use my resources for. For instance, I may or may not have homes here and there in the country. It would be silly not to take advantage of that, no?”

“Well, we've only been dating for a month or so,” I joked. “A bit early to talk about living together, don’t you think?”

“We can be neighbors somewhere else than here,” Faith insisted. “And what is a month against eternity?”

“I guess. I like it though. Sleeping with the sexy neighbor,” I joked again.

“So, you still don’t mind dating a sexy, financially independent woman much older than you?” Faith asked, rolling onto her back, looking up at me. Man what an attractive piece of art she was when she laid prone like this. My eyes immediately traveled from her eyes and down to her toned curvatures.

“I think it's sexy,” I said, reaching a hand out to feel her warm silk-like skin against my fingers.

“Are you proud of being mine?” Faith asked, making me look up at her face again.

It was an odd question, I thought. But why not?

“Yeah,” I said. “Absolutely. I know some might feel like they're getting overshadowed, but I feel like I've finally found the light. As ironic as that is.”

“The night sky is the real light-giver,” Faith joked.

“Makes sense,” I said, sitting up.

“What? Are we out of pillow-talk topics, already? I was looking forward to an eternity's worth of those,” Faith jested, nudging me on the shoulder.

“I just thought it was time for some Dragon Age,” I said.

“Is it now?” Faith said teasingly, as a reminder of who decided what. Still, she got up, found a silk robe, and joined me.

Finally, it was my turn to become the guiding hand. Lucky me, she hadn't tried 'Dragon Age: Inquisition' yet. By acting quickly, I was even able to buy it for her as a gift before she got the chance to acquire it.

“You tease,” Faith chuckled, seeing me pumping my fist at the small triumph.

The rest of the night we spent running different dungeons. I have to say, I initially hoped the multiplayer would bleed into the main campaign, but oh well. By the end, it was time for me to head home. Or at least for Faith to go to bed. But so far, this weekend, along with all my weekends with Faith, was shaping up one of the best I’d ever had.

*

Even if I spent all night horsing around with Faith, it didn't mean my obligations by the day were neglected. I once again, after a quick six-hour nap, found myself spending my late afternoon at the mall. Mr. Marsh wanted some seeds so he could start to cultivate plants or something. I wasn’t too sure what that meant. I had half a plan of getting Faith something nice and popped by Marsh’s, and the others, to see if they needed anything. Of course, on my way out I took the trash and swept his porch.

The florist luckily knew better than I what I was looking for, so within half an hour I was already looking for something I could get Faith. My budget wasn’t the greatest, and as she couldn’t wear silver, my options weren’t the greatest. In the end, I went with a good classic. I headed back to the florist and got myself a decent bouquet of roses. While it was the classic, its redness kinda served a double meaning, with Faith being a vampire and all.

“Just keep it out of the sunlight, and watered with cold water,” the florist said, a kind lady who knew her business. 

‘Keeping it out of sunlight? Will do,’ I joked to myself.

“Do you need a vase?” the lady asked.

“Probably,” I said. I wondered how my parents would react to me doing something so, erh, romantic?

But as per usual, getting back wasn’t as easy as getting to the mall. The bus had the most irregular schedule, so I found myself walking. Walking and pondering. Pondering how Faith would react to my gift. I had never given anyone flowers before, so this was certainly something new. It felt nice though, and I caught my own eagerness to give her something nice. With time I had to find out if she could wear gold. By saving up, perhaps I could at least get her that. How much did gold cost anyway?

Walking along the fairly unpopulated road leading back home, I looked at the forested area next to me. Once upon a time, I found those woods scary, as scary as the strange house, but all of that seemed distant. In there somewhere, I knew later today that some of my fellow high-schoolers would dance their hats off. I wasn't envious anymore, I was just musing the fact that while they did that, under their feet, under the dirt, down in a dungeon, would Faith and I hang out. If you told the truth, she was the only person I could think about, all the time.

Even when a familiar truck rolled down beside me, slowing down next to me, it took me a moment to register. But as I did, I recognized the truck immediately, and the unpleasant faces that were snickering and smirking over at me.

“Are those roses for me, gay boy?” Zach joked.

“Yeah, I won't fuck ya',” Jeremy said. “I got your lil crush to do that for me.”

I snorted, starting to speed walk away. There were at least fifteen minutes until I'd be home, so I had to endure them for quite a while. Though, I hoped I'd bore them by not responding.

“No, man, the flowers are for you. Roses to stick up your tight ass,” Zach said, laughing.

“Hey, why don't we give you a ride home? Then I can fuck your mom real quick,” Jeremy said with a cruel grin, making me think for half a second he was serious.

“Go screw yourself,” I hissed, their comments getting the best of me. But as the truck came to a slow stop, I felt a chill down my spine, fearing I had stepped into dangerous territory. 

Zach jumped out, running the few steps to me before tackling me shoulder-first into the mud. With no escape possible, I tried to roll up as fast as possible, covering my face in defense, even if it was probably a futile gesture, as Zach immediately started kicking my guts and shins as hard as he could. 

“Don't EVER talk back to us!” Zach grunted through gritted teeth, as he took a step back. Through the white-glowing pain, I heard Jeremy laugh from the passenger seat.

“Hit him, Zach,” Jeremy demanded. “Fuck that little faggot up!”

“I'm gonna destroy this pussy piece of shit!” Zach growled, preparing to hit again.

I received another kick to the guts before Zach grabbed my collar to drill me right in the face. He was about to hit again but was abruptly thrown aside. For a fleeting moment, I thought I was being saved, but Zach was replaced with Jeremy. And for the next few seconds, Jeremy held nothing back, ruthlessly and without remorse. I knew I couldn't defend myself, and took the blows in hopes he'd tire himself out. 

“What got into you thinking you could go against us, HUH?!” Jeremy grunted, shoving me back in the mud. “And just for talking back, I'm gonna fuck your mom up the ass. Your dad's at work, right? I'm gonna leave her gaping like a whore for him to find!”

“She won't,” I groaned, not sure what I was even responding to, unable to get up to defend myself as Jeremy's boot was pressing into my face. Then I heard a belt buckle jingling.

“Want a preview, huh? What's wrong with the real thing, huh, ya' faggot?”

As if I wasn't beaten enough already, Jeremy chose this moment to crouch down. For a horrifying moment, I feared he'd actually assault me, in a much more terrifying way. Instead, I felt something warm and wet. Jeremy's urine landed on my body. Zach, meanwhile, started to laugh even harder as I squirmed, but it was futile.

“Fuck,” I grunted, but eager to keep my mouth shut. It was bad enough getting pissed on, but at least I'd not get it in my mouth

“Better, huh? A big hot load in the face is exactly what a fuckin' faggot needs, doesn't it?!”

“Gross,” Zach laughed.

“The same cock your crush sucked is now pissing on you. That's all you're good for, isn't it, huh?! Weak, fucking pathetic, good-for-nothing loser,” Jeremy spewed, pulling his pants back in place.

This was officially one of the worst things I've gone through. This was simply not something I should have to live with. Even if I hadn't been beaten to a pulp, this was wrong. To top it off, I heard Zach hawk and then I felt a big fat glob of spit land on my sweater.

“Alright,” Jeremy said, looking down at me as Zach kicked dirt in my face. “Time to end this.”

What did that mean? What did he mean by that?! I heard Jeremy walk over to the car and something retrieve something made out of glass.

I tried to scramble away, but a big hard blunt object to my head left me in a state where I could barely move, and some glass shards struck my hands. Just the pain of the world being tilted to the side, unable to move, my hearing all wonky. I spat out a huge chunk of mud-filled blood, no doubt a stinking sore sight for anyone to see. But I kept my eyes firmly closed as the sun started to fade. Soon the entire area was in twilight, and I dared a peek. Both the truck and my attackers were gone.

Next to me lay a bottle, the ruined bouquet, and my phone.

I blinked a few times before I rolled onto my back and saw that I was still in the mud. My body still ached like a motherfucker, meaning I was probably alive for now. Maybe they had hit me in the head harder than I thought. It was pretty dark already, which meant I had no doubt been knocked out for a bit. Fuck, that meant I was late for Faith. Not that we had a set fixed time or anything, but as I've alluded to before, every moment she was awake was precious to me. And she probably wondered where I had gone.

I squinted around me and soon retrieved my phone, next to the remnants of a stomped and ruined bouquet.

I tapped my hands across my body, to see if I was alive. Sure as hell. My nose had broken, my head bled a bit from the bottle, and my ribs hurt like a bastard.

Looking over at the road, I had to wonder how many had passed during and after the beating. Surely, someone could've helped. But no… Though, maybe I should cut the bypassers some slack, as I was laying on a grassy knoll that sloped away from the road, meaning I was most likely out of sight.

With a pained grunt, I managed to push myself to my knees in an upright seated position. Then I remembered how Jeremy threatened to rape my mom. He always did that, but lately their 'antics' had escalated. It made me worried sick, and nauseous, so I called home immediately. The whole world seemed to slow down with each long beep. But thank god when she picked up, sounding like her regular old self, no one else was around.

“Erh, Mom,” I grunted, trying to hide my pain and drown the tears that involuntarily started to stream down my face.

“Logan, baby, is that you?”

“Yeah,” I said after trying to quietly spit bloody mush out of my mouth, relieved to hear that Mom was okay. But I couldn't let her know my state. It was bad enough that it happened.

“Where are you? I'm going to start dinner soon,” Mom said.

“Oh,” I said, scrambling for a reason to not go home. In my condition, I didn't really want to deal with anyone at all, even if I was in a desperate need of a shower. “I'm heading over to Faith's, actually,” I said. It was an okay excuse as that was the only place I could stomach to go right now.

“Erh, listen, Mom, did anyone stop by? Any of my classmates?” I asked.

“Classmates?” Mom asked. “Nope. There was someone outside, but Marsh talked to them. I think they were lost or something.”

That had to be them. Jesus. So close had they been to my home. Maybe seeing the old veteran gave them cold feet. Or maybe they just drove into our cul-de-sac to torment me. They wouldn't actually do anything right? Then again, I looked at my hand with my blood on, feeling the stench of Jeremy's piss still lingering on me.

"Probably. Anyway, erh, gotta go," I said. Mom bid me farewell, and then I just sort of stood there swaying for a bit.

Discord. Right. My brain didn't seem to work on all cylinders yet. I wondered if I had suffered a concussion, but then again, I didn't really feel like I was going to throw up?

Opening the app, I saw that I had several messages from Faith. And some of them almost broke my heart, as I saw how she interpreted my silence.

‘Wakey wakey, hands off snakey,’ was the first message, written about half an hour after I usually stopped by.

‘Hey, are we hanging out tonight?’ ten minutes later.

‘U there?’ ten minutes after that.

‘Hey Logan, I understand if u need a bit of distance. Sry if Im pushy, and if things go a bit fast, talking about moving away, paying for college and such. Take your time, and please contact me when you are able. Take care,’ she wrote half an hour after that, a few minutes after I had just now read it. 

She assumed I was ghosting her, getting cold feet, whatever it was that you might call it. I could barely see through my tears, the bile from the nauseating nausea rushing through my body. This wasn't even my fault. Why the hell did I feel bad? Why the hell did I feel like the bad guy? Knowing how Faith had it made me feel terrible inside.

I'd reply as soon as I could, saying everything was fine. But I didn't have the word. Instead, I sent her my location.

Moments later, I heard a small swoosh and Faith stood in front of me in nothing but a simple t-shirt and some jeans. I had never seen her dressed down like this, and it was probably the first thing she found that she threw on, as she always dressed with a certain style. Effortlessly stylish, I called it. Not now, however.

Faith’s worried eyes trailed my broken body, getting all the answers she needed, and the way she sort of wrinkled her nose, I knew she could smell it too. Without saying anything, she picked me up like a mother would their child and sped off through the forest.

“Sorry for not responding to your messages,” I said.

Faith gave no reply. She led me to a warm bath, making sure I didn't get any of my wounds dirty, and carefully cleaning off all the grime. And piss. Blood. She inspected each of my wounds, and helped pluck glass out of my hair. All in fuming silence. I never said a word either. There wasn't much to say.

Running me a new bath, as the previous water was getting dirty, Faith finally gave a sigh as she crouched beside me.

“I won't kill them,” Faith promised, fully aware of that being a concern.

“That's good,” I said. At least that was out of the way.

Faith ran a finger across my cheek and to my chin, guiding my head side to side. She had already inspected over and over and healed most of the wounds she could heal, but still it seemed like she couldn't be sure enough.

“What are their names?” Faith asked, letting her hand down into the water to gently splash some on my chest.

“Zach and Jeremy,” I said. 

“I know. What more? I want their full names,” Faith pressed. I wondered what she needed that information for, but I gave it to her.

“Zachary Burns and Jeremy Chance,” I said. It was as if Faith perked up a bit at that information.

“Wait. Burns, he isn't the son of Brian Burns by any chance?” Faith asked.

“That's him,” I muttered. Faith rose abruptly.

“And Jonathan Chance is Jerome's dad?” Faith asked. I nodded. Faith's face tightened at that. “I'll let you rest for a bit… I have to fix something ASAP.”

“What? What's going on?” I asked, but Faith was out of the bathroom before I knew it.

At first, I sat there in silence, wondering what she was up to. Why did the names Burns and Chance matter? She'd probably  talk with Jeremy and Zach's dads or something? Did she know them? If so, how? They seemed like total assholes to the core, so were their parents. Jeremy's dad was a powerhouse in our little town, but I never engaged much with him. Dad hated him though. And I knew he ran some important contracting business, and that he had deep connections on the school board and in Indiana in general.

Washing off the last few bubbles, I dried myself up, found some clothes laid out to me by Faith, and soon found said Faith in the living room. It seemed like she had just exited the gaming room, and she seemed quite pleased with herself.

“What's up?" I asked.

“I know we never talk about my businesses, but erh, it seems like I've had a long standing contract with Chance’s company, and with the Burns's,” Faith explained with an almost evil smile.

“Is that something to be happy about?” I asked.

“It is now, because I just canceled both renewals. Within a few months the money faucet will close for their part. I have several projects with their companies on several levels. They offer my company some services, but apparently they get a bunch from me as well, from how they get their materials to parts of their administration. And I was among their biggest clients, apparently.”

“What, won't you lose business?” I asked. I didn't want her to risk her own wellbeing for some simple revenge.

“There are plenty of fish in the sea,” Faith said. “It'll be fine. If anything, I'll just start my own construction company, if anything. I've also had this other smaller contractor I've been looking at anyway, but I won't bore you with any details of that.”

“So what is it that you’re doing?” I asked.

“I hire contractors to build and maintain for me, then I sell the materials these contractors use,” Faith said with a smile. “In the very basics of terms.”

“Wow. That's… just wow. I truly have no idea what to say to that. That you would even go that length for me. It’s sorta amazing, if that’s okay to say. So are those guys hurting then?”

“Yeah, they were livid,” Faith said. She then checked her phone a moment, before smiling even broader at me. “What do you say? Wanna go out for a small celebration? Blow off some steam?”

While it wasn't the type of revenge I'd ever imagine, it did feel good that those assholes would bleed a bit themselves. And go out? That sounded fun too, even if I was a bit banged up.

“What kind of celebration?” I asked.

“Erh. Would you mind a club? I need to let loose a bit, but, I mean, it's totally okay if you don’t–”

While I had just experienced something traumatic, last time we went out to a club I had literally just seen my crush for years get her mouth fucked by my bully, so I was in a weak enough state of mind as it was. Now, I was much stronger in addition to not being so paranoid. We had come a long way since then.

“No no, it's okay. We can go clubbing. I think I can take it,” I said.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Let's go. I'm probably a bit sore, though, but I'll do my best,” I said.

Soon enough, we were both dressed up to party. Faith in a nice red dress reaching all the way to her knees, but with a good slit on the side that gave her plenty of elegance as well as mobility. For me, I went with a decent set of jeans that Faith had complimented me in, then a regular lightblue button-up shirt. Faith even styled my hair a bit, which I rarely did myself. It felt quite good feeling her strong fingers rummage through my hair, gently massaging my scalp in the process.

In not much more than an hour, we had entered the heart of Courtington, at the very club we had been at before.

Faith quickly found her regular parking spot, and then guided me past the long queue, striding along without even offering the long line a glance. By how most of the people stared back at her, I doubted anyone dared contest Faith's spot at the front. We didn't pay a single penny for admission, either. The bouncer checked her ID, his list, then let us in without even looking at me.

Like the last time we were here, the club was hefty with people. Previously I had a hard time dealing with the perfect outlook of trim people scantily clothed dancing, but now the whole lot was nothing but a shoulder shrug. And Faith, she didn't even glance at them. She smiled at me as she saw that I wasn't freaking out, taking my hands. She guided me out to the dance floor, and even though I had no clue what to do, I followed Faith's lead and the rhythm of the thumping, searing bass of the music.

Even while we got surrounded, and almost swallowed up, Faith didn't let her eyes off me for a moment. As always, she had a mesmerizing grin, as if she was having an absolute blast, and she very much did. I was glad I could enjoy this with her, even though it wasn't quite my style of partying. But Faith liked it, and I had a great time too as her mood was highly contagious. The rest of the night up till now was completely forgotten under her swaying hips and her smiling face, eyes slightly glazed over with ecstasy.

“Wanna get something to drink?” Faith yelled over the music.

“Sure,” I yelled back. “Won't they ID me, though?”

“Not with me,” Faith yelled, taking my hand and guiding me back towards the bar.

Faith took a spot to my right to order drinks, leaving me to glance over at my left. What I saw made my heart drop almost immediately. None other than Jeremy smirking at me, Anna at his arm. But how did they get in? Perhaps through connections or something, or fake IDs. I had to wonder if he knew that his dad’s company lost a big client tonight. By his smirk I had to guess no.

“The fuck you doing, bro?” he yelled, shoving at me. It could’ve been thought as being playful, if it wasn’t Jeremy. “You looking like you had a stroke or something.”

“Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours,” I muttered. I didn’t want to alarm Faith, who was still busy ordering drinks. 

Unfortunately, it seemed like Jeremy had taken note of my very pretty girlfriend and his eyes immediately trailed from her exposed back and down, deliberately lingering on her perfect ass.

“Woah, buddy. Check her out,” Jeremy yelled, poking me in my ribs. “Didn't know the gay boys had their very own princesses.”

Jeremy laughed, which caught the attention of Anna. To my horror, she seemed to recognize me immediately, turning and sneering at me. And then, of course, Zach showed up. Without Amanda for once. Almost the whole A-team was here. A standing for asshole in this case.

“Oh fuckin' God,” Zach said, also gazing up Faith's back. “Way to hit the jackpot, dude!”

“Fuck, no way I'd ever pull outta that,” Jeremy said. Faith then turned, and both my bullies abruptly pretended I wasn't even there, looking anywhere else.

“I'm just gonna head to the bathroom to clean up my make up a bit,” Faith said, oblivious to who was at my right. “Don't worry. I’ll be back fast as fuck. Drinks are on their way!”

I was kinda relieved. I had no idea how Faith would react to my two bullies. Faith kissed the back of my head quickly before making her way toward the bathroom. Luckily, I could see the entrance from here. The bartender handed me my drink that Faith had bought me.

“Oh so fucking cute,” Jeremy chuckled sarcastically. “You gonna hold her purse while she takes a shit?”

“Okay, you two need to fuck off real fast,” I warned urgently to Jeremy and Zach. They were obviously planning to torment me and taunt me with Faith.

“Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up?” Zach chuckled. "Buy me a drink instead, bitch. Here, let me take yours, actually,” he said, pulling my glass out of my hands.

“That bitch is way too good for you anyway,” Jeremy said, looking toward the bathroom where Faith was.

“Don't you have a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to nip this conversation as quickly as possible. I could feel my blood boil from how they talked of my Faith. But this was a public place. If I shoved them, or did anything else, it would be me to blame.

“Anna, you mind if I put Logan in his place and fuck his girl?” Jeremy asked Anna. Anna shrugged, being the callous bitch I had learned she was. “See? It's okay. It's not even cheating. It's just a bit of fun, and I'm sure I can handle your girlfriend, buddy. She'll be mine by the end of the night. I'll donkey dick her so hard she'll forget all about you.”

“Yeah, I bet she's all wet under those panties, huh,” Zach said, taking a sip of my drink. “She's wanting for a real man. By the way, glad you made a speedy recovery from us leaving you in that ditch.”

“I had to throw away those sneakers. All covered in faggot-gunk and bitch-tears!” Jeremy chuckled.

I gritted my teeth, wishing they would just go away. At this point I had half a mind to let Faith know who these two assholes actually were. But no. This was, again, a public place. Even if she wanted to kick their ass, it would be all over the news if her supernatural strength made too large of an appearance.

“Hey, buddy, I'll take care of her for ya, okay?” Jeremy said, and he was about to make a step toward the bathrooms when Faith stepped out. She smiled at me before glancing over at the others.

“Who're your friends here?” Faith asked politely.

“That's Jeremy, Zach, and some girl Jeremy is seeing,” I said. For once I was the one to make Anna wince.

“Oh!” Faith exclaimed enthusiastically. “So happy to finally meet you! I have been told SO much about you!” she said, taking each of their hands, shaking each with great enthusiasm. 

I knew there was a thick layer of sarcasm over her upbeat attitude, but the others didn't seem to catch it as they smirked knowingly. They both looked a bit taken aback, though.

“Only good things, I trust,” Jeremy smirked.

“Oh, of course. Your finest qualities have been highlighted to me many times,” Faith said.

“You're a pretty one,” Jeremy chuckled, shifting a bit closer to Faith. “Logan's lucky to have you around.”

“What do you say we dance a bit?” Zach asked Anna, before he started to walk off.

“Sounds great,” Anna said, and soon they were gone, leaving me alone with Jeremy and Faith.

“What do you say, cutie?” Jeremy asked Faith, getting even closer, well within her comfort zone. Faith just looked at him stiffly, but Jeremy didn't seem to register the steel in her gaze. “Wanna make an upgrade instead of this dipshit? If he's told you about me, then you probably know what kind of a bitch he is.”

“He has, yes. But I still think Logan is an upgrade compared to you,” Faith said. Jeremy just laughed, and reached out a hand to grab Faith's ass. 

“I think you just need a real man to treat you right,” Jeremy muttered. Faith looked at him, raising an eyebrow as his hand crept closer and disappeared behind her. “Sluts like you need a real man that can show who’s–”

However, with lightning speed Faith caught the hand before it came anywhere close to her ass, and gripped it tightly, twisting it away from her at an awkward angle. Jeremy winced while Faith still still smiled at him, but with his wrist within her strong fingers. 

Jeremy chuckled again, trying to yank free, but Faith was much too strong for him. He yanked again, his expression shifting from a smirk to slight panic as he started to understand the true dynamics of their conversation.

“Let go,” Jeremy grunted, not trying to draw any attention to him struggling to escape a girl’s grip.

Instead, Faith yanked his hand so he twisted around, pushing it up his back. Jeremy jerked again, but Faith pushed his arm higher still. 

“You’re right handed, right? This is your throwing hand, right? Your hand-cannon on the football field?” Faith asked, though I suspected she knew the answer by the way she asked it. 

And without further delay, Faith pushed his arm further up. And up. A sound very much reminiscent of slowly cutting cabbage in half came from Jeremy’s shoulder as slowly entered an unnatural position and he screamed out in sheer pain. And as soon as the damage had been done, Faith shoved him to the floor, her face no longer the fake-upbeat mask she had worn before. Her eyes raged with fire. Hatred. 

Me on the other hand, I stared at her in pure awe. I wanted to jump in her arms and kiss her immediately.

Instead, I looked down at the wretched, whimpering Jeremy as he tried and failed to clutch his shoulder. I saw that his right hand wrist was also quite bruised from how hard Faith had held him. To say I was in shock would be an understatement, but I couldn't help but relish in Jeremy's pain. And in how god damn strong Faith was.

Then we heard loud thumps as Zach was charging towards Faith. She shot him a side glance before turning around, clocking him right in the face with her fist. A sickening crunch and an oomph came from Zach’s face before he fell down like a sack of potatoes, slumped over from the impact. 

I heard Anna scream, and I heard a security guard approach, but my attention was fully devoted to Faith. She had just beat up my two bullies, and easily so at that. At least two thirds of the room stared over at the commotion, and Anna was pointing and yelling loudly, alerting everyone to Faith.

Faith smiled over at me, as if there wasn't a bunch of commotion around her.

“Can you imagine getting beat up by a girl?” she chuckled venomously. “Now, that’s fucking pathetic.”

Jeremy even whimpered in response, rolling around and crying on the floor.

“Heh,” was all I could come up with. I was utterly baffled as I turned to look at her in even more awe and admiration. My girlfriend. My protector, big sister, domme, mommy, whatever. She had just sent my mind into outer space as a primal urge to love and ravage her seared through me.

“Your jaw is about to hit the floor,” she smiled, coming over and moving a finger to my chin, helping me close my mouth.

“Ma'am, are you okay?” the bouncer said. Wait, he wasn't going to throw us out?

“All is good in the hood, Bertie. These kids have fake IDs, get them out before we lose our liquor license. And whoever let them in is fired. Logan, let's go. I need you to do something for me real quick,” Faith said, taking my hand and guiding me towards the door.

I was confused. How could she just command the bouncer around? And she knew his name? And 'before we lose our liquor license'? Did Faith own the club? None of those questions got answers as we suddenly were outside in the gentle spring air.

“Faith, what is going on?” I asked, hurrying after her as she marched down the street until she found her car. 

She quite aggressively flung the door open, and more or less shoved me in. It wasn’t in an angry sort of way, more a ‘we gotta go NOW’ kind of way. By her look, if we weren’t in such a public place I had a suspicion she’d pin me down in a heartbeat. Perhaps she’d even whip me. 

Faith quickly slammed the gas and floored it away and started out of thetown.

“I completely forgot how riled up I get from that,” Faith admitted as she aggressively cut through the traffic. “Beating the shit out of those guys for you turned me on so fucking much, and with the dancing prior, you got yourself a night of work, darling.”

“I see,” I smiled, though I was still quite baffled at what was happening. But Faith seemed to want to do it, so I wasn't complaining. “I was always hesitant about something like that happening, but as unmasculine as it sounds, I love how you can protect me like that.”

“Perks of dating a vampire, little one. In fact,” she said, pulling off the road onto some dirt road not too far from her house. I soon understood why, as we were in the middle of nowhere.

“We’re like two minutes away,” I said.

“I can’t wait,” Faith said, and immediately climbed across to straddle my lap, and my hands instantly found her smooth ass. 

The fabric was in the way so I pushed it up as I felt Faith’s kiss my head while angling her knees. Instead of getting a long feel of her perfect ass, she moved my hands to my belt which I immediately yanked open and worked down my legs. 

To help her out as well, I pulled the lever at my side and the seat flew back, causing her to fall on me with a small squeal, replaced soon by an eager giggle as Faith found that this angle worked much more in our favor. Snaking a hand down beneath us, her hand enveloping my cock before giving it a few strokes as if to get me even harder.

“You don't need your blood trick tonight,” I joked.

“I bet I don't, you horny little puppy. Come here,” she said, shutting me up with her lips. I could feel her fangs shoot out too, as she was getting quite excited. 

Soon I could also feel her press down on me as she slid her panties aside. I moved my hand to cup her cheeks and occasionally rub up against her back as she took me with vigorous pace and passion. She seemed like a wild animal, and I had to do my best to match her.

Faith leaned down, taking me into a tight hug, her head in the crook of my neck, and her frantic moaning breath tickling my ear. I held her tight, kissing her neck as she moved her hips up and down on me.

“You are so amazing,” I said, my words came out between my grunts.

“Fuck yeah,” Faith moaned into my neck, followed by a small pinch in my neck as she bit into me, sucking blood directly from my main artery.

My grip tightened around her as she rode me hard and fast. Feeling her feast on me acted as an extra accelerant for both of us, and I could feel her getting closer and closer as her moans got more and more frequent, though still muffled by my neck.

“Beating the shit out of those assholes, ugh, for you, ugh, it's gonna make me cum, Logan,” Faith moaned urgently. “Fuck! You're making me so wet,” she whispered in my ear, licking the side of my face.

“I'm close,” I groaned, bucking my hips up, and I could tell she was close too as her breath was starting to catch in her throat.

“Then fucking cum” Faith whimpered, sinking her lips into my neck again.

That's all it took as I came hard, my whole body tensing up under her. Faith pushed me down and forced me to stay still as she took me in deeper, moving her hips in almost a circle over and over again before she let out a long moan.

Faith collapsed on top of me, her face snuggling into my chest as she let out a long sigh.

“Wow,” she said, giving a little kiss on my collarbone. “That was incredible. Now, there is plenty more back home. We just need to get there. Now.”

And like that, Faith climbed back, leaving me with my pants around my ankles, pulling out of our desolate little hideout. 

“You got it, boss,” I said, pulling my pants back in place and buckling my belt.

“You caught that I own that place, huh?” Faith smiled. I nodded. “And you need a shower when we get back. My perfect little sub needs to be cleaned up from all the club juices.”

What a night this had turned out to be. Faith truly showed her devotion to me and it was flattering on a plane I wasn’t sure I comprehended yet. Or perhaps I did. The undying affection I felt for her as we drove off was almost painful.