… we call them the Fades.
All I could do was watch. I couldn’t touch, I couldn’t cry out. The pain of that first drop of blood on my face was excruciating. But the thought of leaving her was even more excruciating, so I lay there, took the pain. Three days of her blood dripping on me. Drying on me, enveloping me. And it was that blood that saved me.
- Anything to be frightened of?
- I grow wings when I ejaculate.