Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 13: Menophilia
It somehow doesn't come as a shock to them when they find out that even their dick can absorb blood.
Even less so at how much they enjoy the feeling; sheer wet warmth squeezing them, with all the heady sensations of fresh fuel seeping into their systems. It's definitely something they could get used to if Gabriel's enjoying it as much as they are. And they're fairly sure he is, judging by his faint moans and breathy murmurs of encouragement.
Meanwhile, V1's attention keeps straying from down to the sight of their own cock. How it glides in and out of his pussy with a languid but steady rhythm, coated in thick, crimson slick. The easy pace allows them to fully enjoy the searing heat of the archangel's body. Yet it is also one unlikely to further add any further discomfort to his internal aches, the ones he's grumbled about for three days straight now.
According to Gabriel, this did not occur terribly often; once every few months, more or less. The time between cycles is vastly different from what humans would experience. But much like the mortals he once watched over, he'd endure it for a week at the latest. Then it would stop, and the pattern would begin again. It certainly explained the occasional period of aversion that occurred throughout their truce, from its the tentative beginnings to... now. More specifically, a complete lack of sparring and sex while it was ongoing.
But this time around, Gabriel had pitched this particular idea seemingly from nowhere.
For once, V1 doesn't mind taking it slow. It gives them an ample view of how each plunge back into his cunt brings with it both slick and blood. Their fuel gauge, deliberately drained to just above half-full throughout the day, is slowly ticking upwards. It's not efficient in the slightest, and they likely won't be completely refueled when they both finally run out of steam, but they're enjoying it immensely. The low burn of their hunger being satiated; the way he clenches down around them as V1 teases at his clit... they could get used to this.
"Harder... " They hear Gabriel whisper. The warmachine glances back up to his helm, propped up comfortably the mess of cushions at the head of the mattress. One hand is grasping at them desperately, while the other is twisting into the towels he covered the bed with.
V1 shifts forward on their knees, finding their balance. They contemplate, briefly, grasping at Gabriel's hip with their Knuckleblaster and digging their claws in, just how he liked it. But it's a notion quickly dismissed. More than likely, V1 would be completely refueled that way before either of them found release. They'd much rather enjoy this while they could.
At his urging, their hips snap forward, burrowing themselves completely inside before sliding back out. Gabriel sucks in a sharp gasp, back arching deliciously. They turn their gaze away from his euphoria-induced reactions, and back to where they're pounding into his swollen pussy .
Slick decorates his inner thighs, streaked with bright red. Fuel gathers on their thumb as they roll his clit in little circles. The sensations of drinking from his bloody cunt roll over them with every thrust. He feels good, dizzyingly so. V1's Whiplash reaches to brace itself on his thigh, draped over their hip. They pick up the pace as the archangel's cry fills the dimly lit bedroom, hungry for fuel, hungry for release, hungry for Gabriel.
It doesn't take much more; V1 feels him climax before they hear him, his inner walls clamping down around them. Their video feed freezes, lagging for several frames before snapping back into focus. All their hands grasp at his thighs and hips instinctively as his cunt massages their dick. V1 throws their strength behind their thrusts, determined to fuck him into the mattress-
"Ahh--fuck, stop!"
V1's hips stutter to a halt with their dick burrowed inside him. Silence abruptly falls, the only sound in the room being their fans and Gabriel's heaving lungs pulling in oxygen. Lightning arcs through them as he throbs from the aftershocks, but through sheer force of will, they remain still. The Whiplash touches at his side, and Gabriel answers them with a shaky nod. Slowly, they start to slide out.
"I--I apologize, V1... " Gabriel gasps out, sinking into the bed, while still attempting to catch his breath. "I--that was--"
They shake their helm, Knuckleblaster gesturing reassuringly. He visibly relaxes, sighing contently as they run their many hands over his thighs soothingly. Muted jolts still roll down their cock as they wait out his recovery, but Gabriel doesn't leave them unsatisfied for more than a minute.
His hand reaches down, fumbling for their dick with trembling fingers, and then successfully wrapping his wide palm around it. Their visual feed experiences another momentary lag as V1 thrusts themselves eagerly into his fist. Slick sounds fill the air, spurring them on.
Fuck, he's still bleeding despite how much they've absorbed. He will be for at least two days more. V1 wonders if they'll get to do this again before his menstrual cycle ends for another few months. They have to find a way to ask him.
In their peripherals, they catch sight of his other hand snaking down over his stomach, and then his hairless pubic mound. The machine's attention snaps to it just as his fingers begin rolling over his clit. Each languid movement spreads more slick blood across his cunt, puffy with abuse and yet still dripping with fuel and his own fluids.
They watch intently, their sound of their fans stuttering in their frames filling their audials. He doesn't often do this around them. A soft moan erupts from him unexpectedly. They're half-sure he's forcing it, but it makes them shudder anyway. His fingers slip lower, and then dip into his pussy in a hurry, sliding out completely stained in ruby-
The intensity of their orgasm catches them off guard, visuals momentarily cutting away to static as they're wracked with pleasure. V1 ruts desperately into his grip, drawing out their release for as long as they can. Somewhere beyond all this, softly spoken praise, and the barely-there pressure of Gabriel's bloody fingers stroking their thigh.
And then their optics come back online to the sight of white cum, streaking the archangel's chest in long lines. V1 slumps forward onto his broad chest anyway, ignoring how their own release smears across their chassis. Below them, the archangel relaxes further with a quiet sigh.
They both need a moment to recuperate, it seems. Gabriel's still touching himself, but almost absently so. His warm breath washes over their helm as he turns to nuzzle it affectionately.
"Give me--mmh--five minutes."
Heh. They're not gonna be ready to go again for at least another seven.
