This story goes along with my other two stories 'The Secrets That You Keep' and 'Wet For Y2J.' Which you can find here if you need to! This is VERY graphic, so PLEASE read all the warnings thoroughly before proceeding! Thank you!!
WARNINGS: M/F sex, BLOOD PLAY....and lots of it!!
SPOILERS: Last night's RAW (10/09/01)
DISCLAIMER: This story is not meant to reflect the true natures, personalities or sexual preferences of those involved. I do this without their permission and I do not own them.
DISTRIBUTION: Just my site and Smoochy Dreams
“Is Chris all right?” Steph asked, hoping her voice wasn’t too anxious. She was a concerned friend, nothing more…at least that’s what she had to make everyone believe.
“Oh, he’ll be fine…” the
trainer said. Steph watched him
wiping his hands with a towel, noting how much blood was on them.
“A couple of stitches and he’ll be right as rain.”
“There was so much blood,
though…” Steph looked nervously toward the door of the room that Chris was
in. She still wanted to see for
herself that he was all right.
“Well, head wounds bleed like
crazy…” the trainer said. “Even
the smallest cut to the scalp can make your face a mask of blood.
He’ll be fine.”
She nodded, looking toward the door
again. “Can I…go in and see
him?” She was fully prepared to
make an ‘I’m his boss and I have to make sure he’s all right to wrestle
tomorrow night’ speech if she had to.
“Go ahead…” the trainer
shrugged, tossing the towel aside. “But
he needs to head to the hospital and get some stitches in that wound as soon as
possible.”
“I’ll make sure he does,”
Steph walked casually toward the door, looking up and down the corridor.
The only person around was the trainer, and he was off a minute later to
go check on some of the other guys.
She leaned against the door,
listening through it for a moment. She
heard faint shuffling inside, but nothing more.
Biting her lip, she knocked softly.
“What?”
Chris’ voice was snarly, irritated.
“I’ll be out in a few minutes!”
“Chris…” she said timidly,
wondering if he even wanted to see her. “It’s
Steph…”
There was silence for a moment, then
more shuffling. “Come in…”
She turned the knob and opened the
door slowly, peeking in around it. He
was standing, wobbling a bit as he went through his duffel bag sitting on the
table in front of him.
“Chris?”
She slipped inside, worried. His
back was to her, but she could see how bad it was even from that angle.
She had been watching on the monitor when him and Dwayne started fighting
in the room, and even though he had wiped much of the blood off prior to that,
the struggle had made him start bleeding profusely again.
The back of his hair was now a deep
crimson and matted with sticky wetness, his shoulders and upper back tinted with
it as well, there was so much. There
were even a few streaks of it that had run down his back, disappearing into the
top of his tights.
He turned toward her, and she
gasped. The right side of his hair
was soaked, the area where the wound was almost pulpy there was so much blood
there. The whole right side of his
face was a crimson mask, coated from forehead to chin so it almost looked like
face paint. Even his eyebrow and
eyelashes were matted with it. The
other side of his face was splashed with glistening streaks of it, and there was
a good amount of it smeared across his forehead, starting to dry a bit, so it
was thick and sticky looking. It
was even splashed down his neck and chest in drying streaks.
“My God!”
Steph came over to him, genuinely horrified.
There were two towels lying on the table, which had apparently been white
at one point but were now red. There
were red hand and fingerprints all over the table as well, and even one on the
wall.
He scowled when she tried to touch
his face, pulling back.
“Don’t touch me…I’m a
mess.”
The light in his eyes was angry and
feral—not toward her, just seemingly annoyed and frustrated with the whole
situation.
“The trainer said you need to go
get some stitches,” she said, biting her lip.
This close, the scent of blood filled her nostrils, almost overwhelming. “Are
you all right?”
“A little light-headed…a lot
pissed off…” he winced, going back to digging through his bag.
His hands were covered with blood, streaks of it clear up his forearms.
“Damn this fucking stings like a bitch!”
She tried to get a good look at the
cut, but there was too much blood. It
was just a pulpy, matted mess where it was, and she was too afraid to touch it.
His eyes shifted over to her,
sliding down her body. There was
something wild and almost frightening about seeing them from behind a sheen of
red.
“That outfit…” he said, the
light in his eyes turning from one of annoyance to mischief as they swept her
body.
She looked down at herself, a little
startled. She was still in the
black leather mid-drift halter and mini skirt she had worn out to the ring,
high-heeled leather boots up to her knees.
She had taken off her hat though, so her hair was just spilling over her
shoulders and down her back.
“What about it?”
She asked, sliding her hands over the smooth material.
“Were you trying to kill me?”
He smirked, and she noticed the blood was even on his lips, smeared over
the one side like a coat of deep red lipstick.
She smirked a little too, forgetting
her worry for a moment. “I could
say the same of you, in those damn pants…”
It was hard to act petulant when he
came out to the ring in a pair of shiny black vinyl pants that he looked like he
had been poured in to—not to mention his hair tumbling over his shoulders and
around his face in wild golden waves that she just wanted to run her fingers
through. And the way he eyed her
up, smirking lecherously at her—he had been undressing her with his eyes, and
she had felt the effects of it, even though she couldn’t let it show out there
in front of all those people.
“Well what about you and that ‘I
know you wanna get your hands on my body’ comment?”
He turned back to his bag, pulling out a T-shirt, then looking down at
himself and putting it away again, scowling.
“Just speaking the truth…” she
put her hands on her hips, smirking and assuming her ‘billion dollar
princess’ pose. “If you can
torment me out there, I can torment you.”
He turned and looked at her again,
smirking, eyes roaming her body once more with that predatory light in them.
“Does the door lock?”
She blinked, a little surprised,
then frowned. “Chris, you need to
get to the hospital and get some stitches…”
He moved toward her, and just like
always, his closeness sent shivers of anticipation through her.
It was even worse now, with the wildness of his appearance, the blood
that seemed to be all over him, the smell of him, almost primal—sweat and
blood and man…
“I…I don’t know…” she
stumbled back, fumbling for the knob. Her
hand found it, and she felt around for a lock, almost relieved when she located
it and turned it.
She put her back against the door,
and he pressed against her, fingers trailing over her cheek.
They were still slightly damp, and she could feel the blood smearing on
her skin. She stared into his eyes,
the scent assaulting her, the strange beauty of his bloody face and hair
captivating her.
“You’re a mess…” she
whispered, though she was already melting against him, knees going week, body
quivering.
“Nothing that won’t clean
up…” he said with a smirk. The
drying blood pulled tight in a thin layer over his skin with the movements of
his face. The stuff in his hair
remained wet and sticky, though. She
could even see that the wound was still oozing a bit.
She turned her face toward his hand,
getting a wild impulse. She
hesitated for a moment, wondering what he would think of her…but the light in
his eyes and the way he was watching her let her know that he knew what she was
thinking, and he approved.
She captured one of his fingers
between her lips, the coppery taste of blood flooding over her tongue.
She sucked it deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it,
cleaning it. The taste was a bit
sharp, but she liked it. She closed
her eyes and moaned, sucking on the whole length of it, then sliding it out and
taking another one.
He watched her closely, his body
still pressed against hers. She
could hear him breathing raggedly, and even through the leather of her skirt she
felt the pressure of his hard-on pushing against her.
She squirmed against it, moving from one finger to another, sucking the
tangy blood off of them.
When she had all of them clean on
that hand, he slid his wet fingers down her neck, smearing blood and saliva,
making her gasp. She let her head
fall back against the door, eyes fluttering, body responding to his.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing, and could only imagine what
she looked like with his blood smeared all over her lips and chin.
He chuckled softly.
“Should I call you Princess or Vampiress?”
His smirk was approving, though.
She smiled back at him, then licked
her lips slowly, gathering more of his taste.
She was almost appalled by how turned on she was getting.
But then, every time she had sex with him it was a new adventure.
He leaned forward and kissed her,
more of his blood entering her mouth as he parted her lips, his tongue meeting
hers. She sucked and licked at the
coppery wetness on his lips, then lapped at his chin as well, gathering more.
She could feel his blood on her own chin, and it made her shiver with
desire. She had been around this
business all her life and was plenty used to blood—it was no wonder she found
it erotic, she reasoned.
Or maybe she was just crazy.
Whatever the case, the taste and
feel of his blood was turning her on like mad—not to mention the way he
looked.
She slid her hands up into his hair,
careful of the wound, and gasped as she felt wetness slicking them, the tangled,
matted strands sticky between her fingers.
He captured her lips again, breathing against them, his tongue shooting
out to lap at them and taste himself on her.
She whimpered as he broke away from
her lips and moved lower, kissing and nipping along the tendons of her neck.
His hair touched her face, the scent of blood even stronger now, wetness
transferring onto her skin. She
wondered briefly how she was going to clean herself up in order to get out of
there, but then realized it wouldn’t be too hard—blood didn’t show real
well on black leather.
His hands slid down her sides, then
inward, cupping her breasts through the thick material.
He squeezed them, and she arched against him, biting her lip.
She slid one hand out of his hair and down his back, nails raking,
leaving a trail of sticky wetness.
“Chris…” she moaned, licking
at her lips again, her mouth still full of the taste of his blood.
He moved to the front of her throat, kissing his way down to the top of
her breasts, no doubt leaving little smears of red along the way.
He stepped back a little, and she
drew back as well, looking down at her hands.
They were covered in blood, the stickiness already starting to dry on her
skin in deep red splotches. She
brought one to her mouth and licked the palm, dragging her tongue over it as she
stared into his eyes.
He stared back at her, his look
hungry, primal. He reached out and
pulled the zipper down on her top, sliding it all the way down
It was impossible to wear a bra under a shirt like that, so her breasts
popped out of it, and she breathed a sigh of relief as they were released from
their tight constraint.
He pushed the top away, hands
cupping her bare breasts, fingers squeezing her nipples.
He left smears of red on the one he was holding in his un-cleaned had.
There was a little on the other one too though, and she gasped at the
sight of that violent red marring her creamy skin.
She tangled her fingers in his hair
again as he leaned over her, capturing a nipple in his mouth.
She dared to put her hand right over the wound, albeit gently, and felt
the wetness coat her palm. He
groaned a little, but seemingly not from pain, sucking on her nipple until it
hardened into an almost painfully tight bud in his mouth.
Then he moved to the other one, sucking it as well.
He was rough, and it hurt a little, but she liked it that way.
Her nipples weren’t very sensitive and she needed hard stimulation to
enjoy it.
She was in ecstasy, squirming in
desire. She played with his hair,
letting his blood get all over her hands, feeling it slicking her skin where he
was touching her chest with his face. His
hands wandered down to the bottom of her skirt, tugging it up, and she shifted
to help him lift it.
He pushed the leather up around her
waist, exposing her black silk panties. He
stood upright, tongue dancing over his lips, and she looked down at her chest.
She had bloody fingerprints on her breasts, and her nipples were wet and
swollen from his sucking.
“Oh God…Chris…” she gasped,
bringing her hand to her mouth and smearing the blood over her mouth and chin
this time, unable to resist shooting her tongue out to lick some of it up.
“You like my mark on you,
Princess?” He growled lowly, his
hands skimming over her hips. “All
mine…”
“Oh yes…” she breathed,
quivering at his touch. Even though
nothing was farther from the truth, they could pretend for the moment.
He tugged her panties aside with the
hand she knew was still bloody, and his fingers teased over her wet slit.
She squirmed, parting her legs for him, eyes half-lidded as she stared at
him. He stared back at her, eyes
still hungry, expression feral, the blood on his face making him look so
fantastic and unreal.
He pushed a finger between her slick
folds, sinking it into her. He
found her plenty wet and eager, her inner muscles quivering around the invading
digit, the knowledge that it was all bloody making her shiver.
He leaned forward and kissed her
again, sucking at her lips, sucking his blood from them.
His finger worked deep inside her, probing her, sending bolts of pleasure
through her. He pushed more of his
hand inside her panties and twisted it a bit, his thumb finding her clit and
rubbing it firmly. She whimpered,
squirming against him, her whimper turning to a moan as he worked another finger
into her and began moving with hard, deep, in and out motions.
Her toes curled in her boots, and
she wanted to wrap her legs around him, but she couldn’t with his fingers
inside her. Instead she slid her
hands down, to the top of his tights. His
tongue sparred with hers, and they kissed passionately, breathing harshly into
each other’s mouths. She slid her
hands under his tights in the back, slipping them down in to cup his ass.
She felt the straps of his jock, then the bare, soft flesh of his ass,
and kneaded it, getting a nice generous feel of it.
He slid his fingers out of her, and
she groaned, muscles quivering and clenching as they exited.
He kept his hand there for a moment though, teasing her clit with one of
his fingers, just touching it lightly, alternating between rubbing and flicking
it. She shivered and whimpered,
squirming, keening in protest when he stopped.
He hooked his hands into the sides
of his tights, and she could see that his one hand was slick with blood and her
juices, which excited her terribly. He
pushed his tights down, and she took her hands off his ass, helping him.
They pushed them down around his knees, then she grabbed his jock and
pulled it down as well.
His cock sprang out at her, thick
and firm, flushed a deep red and the tip glistening.
She licked her lips, eyeing it. Before
she could slide down to get herself a taste though, he started tugging her
panties down. She helped him,
wiggling out of them and kicking them aside after she stepped out of them.
“Just a minute…” she said, her
hands sliding down his blood-splattered chest and stomach.
“I wanna do something first…”
She dropped to her knees in front of
him, not caring that the floor was concrete and hurt a bit.
She ran her hands up his smooth, muscled thighs, leaving streaks of blood
on the pristine skin. She gazed up
at him, and saw the little smirk twisting his lips.
He brought his hand down, caressing her cheek with his knuckles.
It was his wet hand, and she turned her face toward it, capturing his
fingers and sucking the blood and her juices from them.
It was a most delightful, heady sexual mixture.
She wanted his cock more though, and
after a few cursory sucks, she turned back to it.
Giving the wet tip a kiss, she giggled softly, then opened her mouth,
sliding her lips over the thick, glistening head.
He was sweaty from his match, and the musky scent of his groin was strong
and affected her deeply. She had
never known it to be so strong or potent before.
The salty flavor of his pre-cum
mixed with his blood in her mouth, and she moaned, sliding her mouth lower,
taking more of his thick cock. He
gasped, fingers tangling in her hair, gripping and tugging at it a little.
She had her hands on his hips, but she brought one around to his cock,
stroking the bottom half of it, smearing streaks of blood over it.
Hungrily, she took as much as she could, getting this part in her mouth
as well.
She got almost all of it this
time—she had been practicing. It
still gagged her a little, but she didn’t care.
The feel and taste of it in her mouth was more than worth it—she loved
the feel of the head rubbing over the roof of her mouth, the silky skin of the
shaft gliding over her tongue. If
she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed, it wasn’t so bad.
He didn’t let her keep it up for
very long though, tugging her hair and urging her mouth off it.
She took a moment to swipe her tongue over his balls, tasting the sweat
on them, hearing him moan. Then he
motioned for her to get up, and she stumbled to her feet, wobbly.
“Go over and sit on the
table…” his voice was husky and breathy.
She obeyed, walking unsteadily over
to the table. She turned around,
putting her hands on it and boosting herself up on the edge of it.
She watched him pull up his tights enough so he could walk, and he
stumbled over to her, a wild, bloody, sexy-looking mess.
She was eager for him, shamelessly
spreading her legs for him, her ass on the edge of the table.
She held her legs up in the air, leaning back so she was resting on her
hands, and gave him a heated look. He
moaned, stopping in front of her, hands sliding over her calves and leaving red
streaks. She noticed some fresh
blood was trickling down the side of his face, but wasn’t too worried because
he didn’t seem to be.
“I’d say somebody wants
something…” he whispered huskily, smiling a little.
She smirked back, nodding.
“Fuck me, Chris…”
He smiled wider, eyes drooping and
full of passion, but instead of doing what she wanted, he decided to tease her a
bit more. She gasped as he dropped
his head into her crotch, bloody hair tumbling over her stomach, red droplets
splattering her skin. She felt his
hot tongue parting her wet folds, wiggling into her, and she squirmed.
She could also feel sticky wetness on her thighs, rubbing off from his
face and hair. She reached down and
gripped the back of his head, fingers sinking into sticky, matted locks,
pressing him harder into her aching pussy.
“Chris!”
She wailed, then forced herself to be quiet lest someone hear her.
His hands slid down to grip her hips as he began to fuck her with his
tongue, urging her to move her hips so he could drive it deeper into her.
She whimpered and moaned, holding his head there, wanting more of that
wonderful sensation.
He drew it out shortly though, and
flicked the tip of it over her clit, gently at first, then harder.
He moved it in swirling circles, making her gasp and shudder, the first
tingling beginnings of an orgasm building inside her.
He didn’t let it get that far
though, raising his head, the blood smeared a great deal on his face, a coating
of it on her inner thighs. His hair
was wild, the fresh blood glistening in it and on his skin.
“Fuck me…” she begged again.
“Chris, fuck me!”
He urged her forward a bit more,
holding her hips. The table was
just a few inches too high, so she had to slip her ass off the edge a bit, and
sort of slide down on him. As the
head of his cock pushed into her, she did this eagerly, gasping as his entire,
thick length slid up inside her with one movement.
“Oh yes!”
She gasped, her one hand coming up to grip his shoulder, the other one
still bracing herself on the table. She
stared down at the junction of their bodies, wanting to watch him sliding in and
out of her.
He growled, clutching her hips
tighter, and drew out of her, then pushed up in again.
She moaned, body flushed with pleasure, watching him disappear inside
her. As they picked up a mutual
rhythm, he pumping up into her and she slamming her hips down as much as she
could, it became a more and more erotic sight.
He was a sight as well—covered in
blood, wild and almost dangerous-looking, his breathing and harsh growls and
grunts like that of an animal. He
hooked his arms under her legs and pushed them back, so her boots were resting
on his crimson-coated shoulders. She
slid a hand down between them, finding her clit and rubbing it furiously,
working herself on his cock as he fucked her wildly, to the point where they had
to stop a couple times to pick up a fluid rhythm again.
She went wild, alternating between
rubbing her clit and dragging that hand through his hair or over his skin,
collecting his blood on it. She
rubbed it on herself, over her breasts and stomach, even into her pussy, marking
herself with it. He watched her,
snarling, seemingly turned on to no end by this display.
He fucked her even harder as she did it, encouraging her with snarls and
grunts. She licked it from her
fingers and smeared it over her lips, hungry for his taste.
“Chris…” she moaned his name
over and over. “Yes…yes…fuck
me…harder…make me your whore…make me all yours…”
He did just that, fucking her
relentlessly, until they were both sweating and breathless, his efforts renewing
the blood flow. It dripped down his
face and over his shoulder, wet droplets falling onto her stomach and chest.
She felt her orgasm growing, the pleasure intense, and gathered the
sticky wetness on her fingertips, using it as lubrication to rub her clit.
“Chris…I’m gonna…oh
God…” she groaned, tossing her head back.
Her body was trembling and quaking, tense with her building release.
She worked her hips hard against him, the feel of his blood dripping on
her making her crazy.
He snarled.
“Do it my bloody Princess…get yourself off on my cock…”
She nearly shrieked, hips arching,
bringing her eyes up to his as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Her eyes fluttered, mouth falling open, a little squeal ripping from her
despite her best efforts to keep quiet. Her
pussy clenched around him, intense spasms racking her body, a flood of wetness
coating his groin. She thought it
was never going to stop, the shudders wracking her body until she could barely
hold herself up.
He groaned and pushed deep into her,
snarling as she felt his cock start to throb deep in her sensitive passage.
She felt his wet heat pouring into her, hot spurt after hot spurt.
She accepted it eagerly, squeezing herself around his cock, milking it.
His face was a mask of pleasure, the red smears and glistening rivulets
of blood making the fierce look in his eyes even more intense.
“Fuuuuuuck…” he groaned,
slumping over her, still shuddering. She
trembled, wrapping herself around him, squeezing his cock deep inside her.
She kissed his face and neck, licking up the fresh blood, delighting in
the sharp taste.
They stayed like that for a moment,
panting and coming down from the delicious high.
Then he slowly stood upright and slid out of her, making her groan at the
aching emptiness left behind. She
felt some of his cum flow out of her in that position, and reveled in the feel
of it, knowing there was much more up inside her still.
He stepped back, now a bloody,
rumpled mess, his hips smeared with blood from her thighs, his lower belly
smeared from her hand. She slid
back, looking down at herself. There
was a small puddle of pink-tinted cum on the table, dripping off the edge.
Her thighs were smeared with blood, her chest and stomach covered with
it. So were her hands, and
undoubtedly her face. She could
feel it drying tight and sticky on her chin and cheeks.
She slid a hand down, dipping a
finger into her gooey pussy, getting it nice and wet and pulling it back out,
bringing it to her lips. Gazing at
him, she sucked the blood and cum and her own juices from it, moaning in
delight. He urged her to do it
again, this time taking her hand and sucking it off himself.
They did this several more times, then he smirked and stepped back,
licking his lips. She grinned at
him lazily, eyes droopy.
Cleaning up was not an easy task.
They only had one clean towel in the room, so he let her use it.
She got most of the blood off herself, but left it on the parts that
couldn’t be seen, like her chest under her shirt and her thighs.
Part of her reasoned she could just shower that off, but part of her also
knew that she wanted to leave it there for a while.
There was a small mirror in the
room, and when she saw her face in it she was shocked.
Her chin was coated with blood, her lips swollen and colored a deep red
with it. She had streaks of it on
her cheeks and forehead, and more down her neck.
She wet the towel in the sink and went about cleaning it off, wishing she
didn’t have to.
Chris got his jock and tights back
up, and used one of the bloody towels to mop up the fresh blood, smearing it
more than cleaning it. He also
cleaned up the cum from the table and floor, and she used her wet towel to wipe
down the table and the wall behind it, as well as the few streaks that were on
the door.
Satisfied that all the evidence was
cleaned up, she got back in her panties and adjusted her clothes while Chris
gathered up his things. She was
still leaking his cum a little, but she loved it, enjoying the way it made her
panties stick to her.
“Come on…” she said.
“I’ll take you to the hospital.”
He nodded, not fighting her.
He was a little wobbly now, and looked incredibly tired.
He needed to be stitched up, get a shower and get some rest, which she
planned on making sure he did.
When they came out of the room, no
one was around, which she was grateful for.
As they walked down the silent corridor, her eyes skittered over to him,
wondering what he thought of her now. She
had never done anything that crazy in her life…he seemed to bring out the
animal in her.
He noticed her looking over at him
and smirked.
“Wild woman…”
Her lips curled into a smile, and
she laughed a little. “Wild
man.”
He laughed softly, and picked up the
pace, heading for the exit. “Well…as
Commissioner Regal would say…let’s get the bloody hell out of here…”
She groaned at the painful joke,
rolling her eyes. “I think you
lost a little too much blood, Chris…”
He laughed and opened the door onto
the cool night air, and they slipped out, Steph smiling quietly to herself as
she still felt the stickiness of his life fluid on her skin.
THE END
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