AN:Ch. 460 had been slightly altered since "I bent down and opened the box"—the ’tampon’ now has no thicker end, and instead of a loop we have a thin handle to pull it out now! *Sorry for the inconvenience!*
I woke up again by the suffocating feeling in my chest and numbness in my left arm.
Damn, why did they have to lie down this way? If they changed positions and my right arm was numb instead, I wouldn’t think every ti I woke up that I was in the midst of a heart attack, scaring nearly into a real heart attack.
However, when I opened my eyes, I noticed that sothing was wrong with Henry.
His head was pressed into my chest, lying sideways across the bed, with his feet sticking out of the mattress.
He was trembling, and my shirt was soaked.
"Henry??" I called out and shook him, but he didn’t react.
I had to slip my hand out of Ren’s grip to flip Henry over.
The puppy was crying, but that wasn’t all; there was a bunch of spit coming out of his mouth as if he were unable to swallow.
This... looked like a seizure.
"HEY!" I was instantly on my knees and shook him to wake him up, feeling a dread-filled panic.
His eyes fluttered open after a few shakes, and he looked at in a daze.
"Did you cry?" He then suddenly asked before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
I clutched his face.
"What happened just now?"
"I heard you crying." He whispered, heartbroken, as if recounting a dream.
"You motherfucker just had a seizure, trembling, drooling, and you are in the middle of crying! What the hell happened???"
No, talking wasn’t enough; we needed a doctor.
I jumped up, ready to run upstairs or directly teleport to the old man, but Henry sat up and grabbed my arm to pull into his embrace.
"Just a bad dream, a bad dream." He seed to have now fully woken up, but his voice was still muffled.
I tried to get his arms off .
"No, that wasn’t a normal sleep paralysis; this wasn’t normal."
"Shush." Henry had pulled on top of him, with my back to his chest.
He nuzzled my neck, his hand finding the wet spot on my chest.
"I’m sorry for drooling... and crying on you."
I clenched my jaw.
"WHO THE HELL CARES??? THE DOCTOR HAS TO TAKE A LOOK AT YOU!"
"Shush." He repeated into my ear,
"You are scaring Ren."
I looked to my side and saw Ren sitting upright on his knees, sleepy but alard, looking at us confusedly.
But still, a bunch of things ca to my mind: epilepsy, a stroke, or sothing uncanny like, I don’t know, rabies or sothing that Henry had caught through breathing or sothing.
"If you ’shush’ again, see what I will do with you!!" I cursed.
I again tried to get out of his hold, but he tightened it in foresight.
"I can’t wait." He whispered, clearly enjoying this.
I was SO fucking close to punching him.
"If you worry so much, give your blood." He kissed my neck before he turned to the kid.
"Go to your room."
The kid looked at , fidgeting with his hands, and I relaxed my body and nodded at him.
Kitty hadn’t co back; maybe he was still in front of the window, where the paid debt had been delivered yesterday. So, after Ren left, we were completely alone.
It was extrely dark outside, but with a hue that told that the sun would rise in a bit, so it was the right ti for vampires to get a late snack.
But there was just a wet leech sticking itself to my neck.
"Hurry the hell up...though does my blood still do anything for you?" Can it still help him? Heal him?
Henry stopped kissing and sucking and slowly sank his teeth into my flesh.
He did it so slowly as if he wanted to prolong the pain for or just wanted to savor the taste for himself—sothing very unpuppy-like.
Given my upgraded body and pain tolerance, there wasn’t really anything to complain about; just that the deeper he bit, the more his cock hardened beneath .
"What is wrong with you???" I asked exasperatedly, sincerely wanting to know if he needed so propriety beaten into him.
"Yes, your blood is still doing it for ." He ignored the last question and answered the prior, and given that his cock was pressing against my balls, I very much believed his words!
Well, I could only curse myself for delivering the stage for his perversion before.
"It’s a punishnt. You broke your promise to not look into the future." He again bit down, now even gaslighting again in the process.
I took deep breaths.
I did break my promise, but look at all the shit he did, and I only did it because I knew I was right.
Though...it’s my fault; it’s my fault. Excessive indulgence made him like this; this is the result of my own actions.
I started gaslighting myself as well, so as not to beat him, because if I did, the fucker would probably cum right here, right there.
When Henry let go again, he took a deep breath, as if he had just chugged so drug cocktail, then he turned back into a puppy and licked over the wounds as if to apologize.
"I’m feeling much better now. Are you hurt?" He asked.
I had crossed my arms at so point and refused to talk to him anymore.
"Kenny—my sweet Kenny~~, are you angry?" More licking, and then when the wounds healed, it turned into sucking, his cock under twitching happily.
His hand suddenly moved, and it landed in my crotch before I could react.
"Ah... the infamous anger tent." He sighed with understanding, groping my hardness unabashedly.
I swung my elbow back, only stopping shortly before hitting him, rembering the state he was in not long ago.
He let go of my cock and grabbed my elbow to bring it against his chest—the trajectory it had taken if I hadn’t stopped.
"Co on, don’t make sad. Hit ."
I chuckled speechlessly.
"You crazy—"
His hand ca back and squeezed a certain part hard, and I let out a sharp breath.
"Fuck."
Why the hell am I turned on by a cock pressing against my ass?!
At the sa ti, how can I not be turned on if Henry is—and that in the most obvious way?
"Don’t worry," he said into my ear, his hand sliding into my pants, gripping directly.
"As you can see... I’m more than just fine." His cock again twitched...cockily, and his movents accelerated, the force intensifying.
"How could sothing happen to when I have you to protect ?" A low chuckle that sent shivers down my body, turning on to no end.
"Kenny...." He finally said my na breathlessly, delivering a happy ending much faster than I’d like to admit.
He continued with the motions while I trembled and squird, even after I shot my load, nearly making hard again, so I grabbed his wrist.
"Sleepy?" Henry asked with a chuckle while I fought against my drooping eyelids.
"Shut up."
"You can’t sleep..." He laughed and finally let go, sliding out from under and kissing all over my face.
"Today is day two. I’m going to the bathroom, imagining that... it is you." He got up and left the room so fast that it felt as if it was suddenly anticlimactically cool around .
I nearly drifted off when I suddenly snapped my eyes open, Henry’s words suddenly sinking in.
FUCK!
That guy really knows how to rile up.
I stood up and went into the bathroom; I would have to shower anyway, so I might as well just shove shit in my ass before doing so.
After locking the door, I only needed fifteen minutes of ntal preparation: to fight my sleepiness, to sit and stare at the shitty box on top of the bathroom mirror, to curse Henry, to curse gays, to curse the first-ever gay person who ca up with this crappy genius idea, cursing tampons, corkscrews, and the world before I started.
I washed my hands and the plug from yesterday together with the second plug, which seed not only thicker but also longer than the first one?!?! The cutout of the shitty black foam had hidden the fact, letting it seem as if everything was in the sa length, just different thicknesses.
I looked at the box, not daring to pull the other tampons out or to lift the silicone, in fear of how long the thickest thing was.
If the seventh-day tampon was not only as thick but also as long as a cock... soone would have to suffer, and it won’t be .
Then just like last ti: towel on the ground, pants down—though this ti I had a sticky ss inside as well to look at... which just added to the gayness of the whole thing—then a bunch of lubricant, conjuring up tampon number one first, closing my eyes to start... because without alcohol I couldn’t watch the procedure.
And turning up drunk on the first day... though I could probably sober up whenever I wanted, with the way my body now worked.
I conjured up the clock again and waited twenty minutes.
Bad news: It felt as nasty as last ti, just as if SOTHING STUCK IN MY ASS.
Worse news: after twenty minutes, I had to change to sothing thicker, longer, and more prominent, which didn’t feel nasty... haha, but SUPER NASTY!!!
"Fucking shit." I waited half an hour this ti, always going after the tifra the booklet had proposed; for the exact ti, I just went after my feeling.
Everything going beyond the thickness of a finger had feeling the need to go on the toilet and get rid of that thing in the way it was supposed to go, then flush it into the ocean to never be seen again.
Without alcohol, the ti seed to pass by even slower, though there was also my disbelief of the situation itself, then my worry about why Henry had a fucking seizure, then my anger at him for deflecting the topic, and then my anger at him for turning gay—all of which had to be cursed out separately in my head.
So I zoned out, and after finally being finished, I was wide awake.
I pulled it out again and then let that thing disappear and pulled my pants up.
Then, noting the bunch of clothes in the laundry basket, I stuffed them all in the washing machine, got out of the bathroom to get new clothes for my first day of work, and then went back inside.
I again locked the bathroom door, added the clothes I was currently wearing to the washing machine, including the towel full of lubricant, added laundry detergent, and pushed the start button.
After putting everything back in its place.
Then I went FINALLY showering, feeling as if I was reborn after stepping out again—as if all the gayness had been washed away.
Fuck... what a Monday morning.
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