The darkness was a warm blanket covering Rory while he slept. It lapped over him like waves on a quiet shore. He sighed into it.

Gentle fingers ran through his hair and stroked his cheek. A sweet, feminine voice whispered, "Mmm... My beauty..."

Rory's eyes slowly opened and took in the light cream of her skin and the magnificent contrast of it against her lilac eyes.

His head lay on her lap, nestled in comfortably, while her fingers explored his jaw and slowly slid down to his throat. Rory closed his eyes, relishing her touch.

Something warm dripped onto his lips. He rose into it and instinctively licked. Rich flavor spread across his tongue and soaked his senses. It was the delicious blood from the strange pork they'd fed him. His nostrils filled with the intoxicating smell of it, and he moaned as he gripped her wrist, sliding his tongue along her smooth skin.

His eyes shot open, and he bit her, his teeth sinking into the pillowy-flesh. When the blood spurted into his mouth, his eyes rolled back and he shut them. Rory sank back into her lap and sucked her blood like an infant at the breast.

She continued to stroke his hair while he fed. Once he felt satiated, he released her and emitted a content, low rumble, similar to a purr.

Why wasn't she scared or hurt? Was he so fucked up from being shocked and mistreated that he was lost somewhere in the dark bowels of his mind?

He opened his eyes and felt her wipe the blood away from his mouth. Blood. Human blood. He drank it, and he had loved it.

She licked the crimson liquid from her thumb and then resumed petting him. Her fingers trailed lightly along his jawline and down his throat, exploring and appreciating. He admired her as she admired him. He felt warm and good for the first time in days and subtly arched as her hand trailed down his chest and stomach until it traced the outline of his manhood beneath his damp clothing.

He blushed and shifted, but remained in her lap. His eyes trailed down as he felt her inching the gown higher. She did not stop until she fully exposed him, pulling the fabric up almost to his chest. She then slid the soft pads of her fingertips along his hardening dick. Rory exhaled as he watched and tried not to squirm. He wanted to sit up, to touch and kiss her, but found himself unable to move. He was subdued by a mysterious need to see what she wanted—to see what she was going to do to him.

"Mmm," she exhaled as she palmed over his sex.

"Uh," he gasped. It twitched and completely hardened. He impulsively lifted his hips and pressed into her hand.

Rory felt oddly helpless, and yet incredibly aroused, as she gripped his cock and began to stroke it.

He looked up, but her focus was on her work, and seeing that excited him more. Her hand moved along him slowly, tortuously. It pumped up and down the smooth skin and periodically thumbed underneath the sensitive head.

God, was this really happening?

He felt the primal urge to lift his buttocks and thrust into her movements and knew it was real—no dream felt this good.

She picked up the pace and stroked him faster, her grip firmer. Rory squirmed, feeling the sweet, sweet pressure build. "Uh, uh..." he breathed heavily. His eyes wandered from her to her hand and back up again. She would not meet his gaze.

She stroked him mercilessly now. His legs spread and shifted as he humped up into her hand, fucking it.

God. Oh, God.

He was going to come on the floor of this dirty cell. He had been so lost in the moment—he didn't even know what time it was, or if they were alone. What if people were watching? Fuck, he couldn't look at the window. He just wanted to come. He needed to see her milk him.

His head shot back and he braced himself. Rory moved wildly now, her hand pumping so fast he could barely see it. His balls tightened, the pressure was building. God. Yes, he was going to...

"I'm..." he could barely say it. "I'm gonna—MMMmm!" He thrusted up hard, his head and balls tingling until the sweet warmth of his semen shot out and spread all along his tip and shaft. "Fuck. Fuck," he breathed, and then collapsed against her.

He laid in her lap, panting, his mind lost in the fog of orgasm, and his body buzzing pleasantly.

She leaned in close, her breath cool on his ear, and whispered, "Good boy."

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