Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

“Use that tone again,” he says between gritted teeth, “and I won’t hesitate for a second before slicing you open. You hear me?”

“Words, Little Swan; use your voice.”

“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.”

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 darkly, then gives me a chaste kiss before pulling the handle out, and then thrusting it back inside me again. “I’d fall on my fucking knees in front of you, just to get a single taste of you.”

“Cover yourself. From now on, no one gets to see this pussy but me. That clear to you?”

Dorran: I didn’t get a chance to see your tits earlier – you know, when my switchblade was shoved deep inside your sweet little cunt.

“This is what you do to me, sweetheart. This is how much I want you; how much I want to ruin you, fucking worship every part of you.”

“The thought of your lips tainted with my blood – it makes me so fucking wild, Dorran,” I tell him honestly.

It sucks, though. Despite her being an unmerciful human being, my mom has still got someone who she can always rely on for her safety and support. Her own family.

“Who did this to you?”

“If you’re about to lie to me, Little Swan,” I cut her off, “then make sure it’s a solid one, because I’m well-equipped in sniffing out bullshit.”

“Who fucking did this to you?”

“Fuck you for saying please,” he mutters, making me chuckle. Thank God.

“You could cut me open right now, Cignette, and I’d still trust you – have faith in you to put me back together.”

“My God, I can feel your sweet pussy weeping for release. You want that, don’t you? You wanna come for me?”

“Fuck, Little Swan; you’re driving me insane.” I smile and open my eyes. “And we haven’t even done anything yet,” I say. “Oh, but I’m about to, because fuck if I’ll let you walk away without making that pretty pussy of yours come under my command.”

A person’s sexuality – whatever it may be – is their identity, sure, but it’s also their own damn preference and business. No one is allowed to judge another for who they love or feel attracted to. Having a sense of independence in one’s desires is so important, and so fucking beautiful. It shouldn’t be taken away from anyone.

“Make it fit, Little Swan,” I tell her. “Because you don’t want me to be the one to do it for you, trust me.”