Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

“Got something to say, Little Swan?” he asks softly. I touch my nose to his. “Just that even the Bloody Prince has his weaknesses,” I muse. “Affected by a simple pussy.” He smirks. “Oh, I don’t get hard for just about any pussy, sweetheart.” He flicks open his switchblade again and brings the blade over to my apex. He then drags it down to my clit, bites down on my bottom lip, and twists the weapon around before pushing its handle inside me in a single thrust. I arch against the pillar when the cold metal enters my heated core, and grunt when Dorran begins to move the handle in and out of me. “It’s your pussy, Cignette, that’s made me lose track of my mind,” he tells me, then starts fucking me with the switchblade in earnest. I arch further as the friction makes me wetter, then bring my arms behind me so that I can grab onto the pillar. My mouth falls open as I breathe heavily, and when Dorran twists the handle just so, creating an even intense rhythm, I grit my teeth and moan out loud. “Uh-uh-uh.” He stops, then looks down at me with amusement dancing in his gleaming eyes. “Unless you want everyone here to know what a slut you are for me, I’d suggest you keep it down a little.” He slowly pushes the handle inside me again, but this time, he doesn’t stop. I gasp and try to move, but he shakes his head at me not to. I can feel the very end of the sharp blade against my entrance, and I shiver in fear instead of the cold. “God, how good you’d look bleeding for me,” he says dar...