CHAPTER 237: OBSCENE

Chapter 237

Daphne

Oh okay.

"So you’re saying, you actually want to be with me?" I ask slowly, letting each word roll off my tongue.

She nods, small, hesitant, like her whole body is trying to disappear into itself.

I click my tongue. "Words, my bunny. That’s how we got into this situation in the first place." I lean in, watching her ears twitch wildly.

"I don’t want your nods. I want your voice. Say it."

Her hands twist in her lap, knuckles white. She looks anywhere but at me—at the rug, at the window, at the claw marks on my headboard—but not at me.

I cup her chin, tilt her face back toward mine, patient but firm. "I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to." My grin flashes.

"So? Do you want me?"

Her lips part. She stammers once, twice, before finally blurting it out.

"I... I want to be with you."

The words are rushed, clumsy—and they make my heart race, jump, claw at my ribcage like it’s trying to break free.

She’s so cute.

I can’t help the way my lips curl into a grin, fangs just barely catching the light.

I drag my thumb across her lower lip, watching it tremble. "Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that?"

Her eyes dart down, cheeks blazing.

"Too shy to answer now?" I chuckle, leaning closer until my breath ghosts across her ear. "You said it once already. No taking it back."

"I meant... it," she says, voice trembling but steady enough to make my chest thrum.

Look at that. My brave little bunny.

I can’t help it—I crash my lips against hers. Not gentle, hungry. Claiming.

She gasps into me, the sound melting into a muffled whimper as I tilt her chin higher, deepening the kiss. Her hands, hesitant at first, clutch at my shoulders, then twine into my hair like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her afloat.

Gods. She tastes sweet. Softer than I imagined, sweeter than I remembered.

It’s everything to me.

I trail down, kissing her jaw, her neck, savoring every shiver that runs through her. Her pulse races beneath my lips, the frantic little rhythm of a prey animal caught—and willingly staying in the predator’s jaws.

My fingers toy with the first button of her uniform top. I undo it slowly, then the next, each little click loud in the silence between us. Her breath hitches, her hands tightening in my hair.

"Is this okay?" I murmur against her ear, my lips brushing the delicate skin.

She nods, frantic, her whole body trembling.

"Words," I remind her, low and firm, pulling back just enough to see her face.

"Y-yes," she whispers, so soft I almost miss it.

The sound shoots straight through me, unraveling the thin thread of control I’ve been clinging to.

"Good girl," I breathe, kissing the corner of her mouth before trailing lower, down her jaw, to the curve of her throat. My tongue flicks over her racing pulse, my fangs grazing lightly—not enough to break skin, just enough to make her shiver.

***

Nima

I’m so scared. So, so scared. And turned on in a way that doesn’t make sense. My body doesn’t feel like mine right now—it’s heat, shivers, pulses I don’t understand.

At some point, without me even realizing, Daphne has stripped me bare. My uniform, my underthings—they’re gone. I’m left lying here with nothing to hide behind, nothing but her eyes on me. She’s still dressed, perfectly composed, predator to prey.

Her lips skim down my collarbone, soft and deliberate. Then lower.

She slides down, and before I realize it my thighs are parted, draped over her shoulders. My legs are trembling, I can feel every brush of her hair against the inside of them, and panic rushes up my throat.

"W-wait, what are you doing?" My voice cracks, thin and desperate.

"Nothing," she hums, the sound vibrating through her throat as her hands smooth up my thighs. The scrape of her claws is feather-light, deliberate, enough to send shivers racing up my spine.

"No—you can’t," I whisper, mortified. My ears burn as I try to slam my knees shut, but she’s already there, settled between them, broad shoulders prying me open.

"Shhh, bunny. Trust me." Her voice is low, calm, too steady for someone about to devour me.

I fumble for cover, hands darting down, but she brushes them away with infuriating ease, her grip unyielding. Her eyes never leave mine.

"If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop," she says. No teasing this time. Just steady, serious.

I should say stop. Gods, I should. But instead I force my trembling hands away, baring myself to her, cheeks blazing.

Her lips curl—slow, wicked, triumphant. "That’s it."

And then her mouth is on me.

The first stroke of her tongue rips a strangled gasp from my throat. My hips jolt, my fists knot in the sheets, but she only presses closer, holding me down with her hands locked tight on my thighs.

"D-Daphne—"

My voice fractures into a plea, but she isn’t listening. Or maybe she is—her ears are perked, her tail swishes restlessly, her breath hot and eager against me. She’s too excited. Thrumming with it.

It’s too much. Heat, wetness, sensation I can’t process. My body burns, nerves sparking until my eyes sting. Tears spill, humiliating and unstoppable.

"I can’t—" I gasp, trying to twist away, but her claws graze my skin, warning me still. She drags me closer, flush to her mouth, refusing distance.

The shame makes me want to disappear. She’s staring at me. Tasting me. The sounds are obscene—slick slurps, low growls, each vibration shooting straight through me until I’m whining into my palms.

I try to close my thighs, but she forces them wider, locking me open over her shoulders. My knees tremble violently, useless against her strength. She doesn’t even pause to let me breathe.

"Wait—no, you can’t—" My protest dies in a broken whimper as she parts me with her tongue and plunges deeper, the slick heat stroking places I didn’t even know could ache like this.

She groans at my voice, raw and hungry, the vibration making me jolt. My hips twitch helplessly, grinding against her mouth. She loves it. I feel it in the way her tongue works harder, faster, greedier.

My body betrays me. I buck against her, riding her face, chasing something terrifying and inevitable. She doesn’t slow. Doesn’t stop. She devours me like I’m prey pinned under her claws, instinct pulling her deeper, deeper, until I’m sobbing into my hands.

Every time I try to twist away, she drags me down harder, prying me open until I’m spread wide and obscene. She grinds her tongue against that swollen bud, and I scream—loud, shameless, echoing off the walls.

The sheets are damp with sweat under my fists. My legs quake uncontrollably on her shoulders.

The sounds—gods, the sounds. Wet sucking, the feral rumble of her throat—it pushes me closer, tightens the knot low in my belly until it’s unbearable.

The pressure builds sharp and blinding, a coil twisting tighter and tighter. My chest heaves, lungs straining, my voice breaking into high, ragged cries.

"D-Daphne! I—ahhh—"

Her tongue plunges inside me, stretching me in the smallest, most overwhelming way. My whole body jolts, my legs locking tight around her head. She growls, the sound guttural, and drags me down harder against her mouth, forcing me to take more.

The world explodes. White-hot, blinding. My body convulses, every nerve alight as if lightning has torn through me.

It doesn’t end. She doesn’t let it. She keeps moving, tongue fucking me, sucking me, drawing out every shudder, every broken moan. Wave after wave crashes through me, prolonged, obscene.

I thrash, arching so hard I nearly tear the sheets apart, my scream tearing raw from my throat. My legs lock and shake around her shoulders, trembling uncontrollably.

At last, I collapse. Crashing back onto the mattress, limp, twitching, gasping for air. The ceiling swims above me, blurred with tears. My body won’t stop shaking.

And she’s still there, between my thighs, purring like she’s only just begun.