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Sam had known, from the very start, that Ruby teaching him how to use his powers wasn't going to be easy. He was going to be ripping demons out of their vessels and killing them with his mind - nothing about that sounded like it would be a walk in the park. He'd told himself to take whatever she gave him and use it to get stronger, because killing Lilith was the one thing he had to focus on right now.
He never would've expected this, though.
"I'm not gonna do that," he said bluntly, eyes fixed on the demon trussed up in the middle of the room. "I can't do that. Like, physically. I can't."
"You're underestimating yourself," Ruby told him. "You seem to have a problem with that. You can't kill a demon without my knife. You can't do this. You can't live without your brother."
It felt like every muscle in Sam's body tightened at the mention of Dean. He knew, by now, that she only brought him up to needle him, to try and goad him into doing what she wanted. But he still couldn't stop it from working, or himself from reacting.
"I mean I can't hold - d'you know how much blood's in a human body?" Sam demanded as he turned to look at Ruby, standing next to him with her arms folded over her chest. "Even if it wasn't blood, I wouldn't be able to drink that much. A person's stomach doesn't stretch like that."
"All right," Ruby agreed, stepping in front of Sam and putting her hands on his hips. They were more prominent than usual, harder for his jeans to stay on top of even with the help of a belt. He hadn't been taking very good care of himself in the weeks since he'd buried Dean. "That might be true. But...strictly speaking, you're not really a person, are you?" She raised her eyebrows.
Sam could see the demon that Ruby'd caught and tied up for him over her head, staring at the two of them. He was gagged for the moment, so he couldn't say anything, but Sam was sure he could see amusement in the black eyes, at how much what Ruby had just said bothered him.
"Shut up," he said quietly, wanting to push her off him but not moving to do it.
"Well, you're not a hundred percent human," Ruby pointed out with a shrug. "That's the only reason you're gonna be able to take out Lilith, so own it." She stepped closer to him, squeezing his hips. "Your body's been craving this since you were six months old and you got your first taste. You'll be able to hold all of it just fine, and trust me, you'll love every sip." She studied his face, gaze hard and defiant. "You have to do this, Sam. Unless you want to just pull a few wisps of smoke out of Lilith and make her laugh before she kills you."
Sam swallowed, knowing she was talking about his last, humiliating practice session. When she'd had to put the demon down for him, and told him she knew of a way to help him stop sucking at what he was supposed to be able to do easily.
"I'm not comfortable with this," he said, even more quietly this time. Ruby laughed so loud in response that he almost flinched, the sound forced and mocking.
"Oh, I'm sorry - you're not comfortable?" she asked, her hands falling off of him as she took a step backwards. "That's too bad. I guess we should get you back to your safe space as fast as possible, and Lilith can send the entire world down the same way Dean went."
Ruby held onto the knife most of the time. Sam was pretty sure it was so he couldn't stab her at moments like this.
"What ever happened to knowing what it was like to lose someone?" he asked her, before turning away from her and heading for the door. "I'm not doing this, Ruby. I need to get outta here - and he'd better be gone when I get back." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the bound demon.
Ruby teleported into his path and put both hands on his chest to stop him. He still didn't know how he felt about her touching him all the time. He was at least sure that he hated himself for craving the contact when it wasn't happening.
"Okay," she said, dark brown eyes just a little sheepish. "I'm sorry. For real this time - I shouldn't've just brought you in here and told you to suck this guy dry. I get why you're overwhelmed." She slowly lowered her hands, apparently banking on him not trying to leave again. "But you really do need this. You're running on empty, you haven't had a refill in over twenty-five years. Topping up your tank's the only way you're gonna be able to do this for real without giving yourself an aneurysm." She looked up at him. "How 'bout we take it slow? Just a mouthful or two. Just a glass; you don't even have to drink it straight from the tap."
Sam huffed out a loud breath, dragging a hand back through his hair. It was clean, no split ends. That, at least, was an improvement over before Ruby'd found him. He was showering regularly again.
"I know you want this." Ruby took his free hand in both of her own. "Killing Lilith. It's the only thing you want, isn't it?" She made eye contact. "Dean would want you to do this."
"I'm getting really sick of hearing you say his name." Sam shook his hand free of Ruby's, which were always cold. Her vessel was technically dead.
Of course Dean wouldn't want him to do this. He hadn't been gone nearly long enough for Sam not to know that innately. Drinking blood? Trying to boost his psychic powers? Just using them at all, when he'd only gotten them from Azazel bleeding into his mouth and he had no idea what drawing on them all the time would eventually do to him? Dean would be against every aspect of that. He'd especially hate that Sam was hoping to die either while fighting Lilith or as soon as she was gone.
Dean wasn't here, though. Only Sam...and Ruby. He couldn't ever forget that gaping absence, no matter how deeply he slept, or how drunk he got, or how hard he threw himself into harnessing his powers. And he'd already been told that there was no getting him back.
"Just try it," Ruby urged. "Just a little bit. Then tell me how you feel, afterwards...aren't you craving a drink after I made you lay off the booze?"
"Fine." Sam gave up on leaving. He walked over to the room's dingy kitchenette, opening a cabinet and grabbing a cracked plastic glass. It didn't look too clean, but given what Sam would be drinking out of it, did it really matter? "One glass. One mouthful." He still wasn't convinced that he wouldn't throw up as soon as he tasted it.
"Thank you." Ruby grabbed the glass as Sam went to sit down at the table near where the other demon was tied up. He watched her approach him. He was in a chair, bound to it with rope, a tarp spread out underneath him. It had to be there to keep blood off the carpet, but Sam didn't get why Ruby had even bothered, given the state it was in.
The demon's vessel was a big, brawny guy. So big that he might even have more blood than the average person - and that Sam wondered how Ruby'd even caught him in the first place. He grunted and glared as Ruby pulled a knife out of her belt (not her demon-killing one, just a normal hunting knife) and pressed it to his throat. She dragged the point across the skin, making a small cut, then held the lip of the glass under it as it began to dribble blood. When the glass was around three-quarters full, she pulled a rag out of her pocket and pressed it to the cut. She straightened and looked at Sam, holding the glass out to him.
"Come and get it, Sam," she said. "I don't wanna spill any, just in case you want more."
"Doubt I will, but...sure." Sam stood, took the glass from her, sat back down. He stared at it. He could feel how warm it was, even through the plastic - so that demon's vessel, at least, was alive. It was thick, dark red, syrupy. He took a deep breath, already feeling nauseous, but it wasn't like he had anything to lose. Maybe his lunch, but he hadn't eaten it. He raised the glass to his lips. "Down the hatch."
The smell hit him first. Metallic, which he was used to when it came to blood, and sulfurous, which was new. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to open his mouth. And when it hit his tongue, it...wasn't anywhere near as bad as he'd thought it would be. It tasted like blood mixed with rotten eggs, but somehow, that didn't make him want to vomit. In fact, as he swallowed that first sip, he realized it actually tasted good. Really good. And he was so, so thirsty, all of a sudden. His throat burned, his chest, his stomach, and he knew the blood even now flooding into his mouth was the only way to put that fire out.
Sam bolted the glass. He could tell when the blood hit his stomach because energy exploded through him. It was like he'd been sleep-deprived his entire life and had just gotten his first taste of caffeine. He felt light, his head full in a good way, and he was sure he could kill a demon with his mind right now. Flip a table. Bring the motel down around them brick by brick.
And he was angry. Furious. He wanted Lilith dead so badly. She was partially responsible for what'd happened to his brother, and he had no problem with blaming the whole thing on her. He imagined ripping her apart with his bare hands, then putting her back together so he could kill her again. It thrilled him to the point where he was surprised he didn't get hard.
Sam slammed the glass back down onto the table once it was empty, breathing hard. His mouth was wet, sticky, and he reflexively licked at his lips, the flavor making him shudder. Even though all the lights in the room were off and not much was coming in through the windows, the whole place seemed brighter. His pupils were probably blown.
"See?" Ruby's hand came down on his shoulder, stroking affectionately. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"I need more," Sam replied, his voice coming out husky. He couldn't believe he'd been so reluctant to do this. It was clearly what he'd needed all along, from the very beginning. Since Dean had died. Noticing the blood that still coated the inside of the glass, Sam lifted it to his mouth to lick it off. Ruby took it away from him with a laugh.
"You don't have to do that," she said. "There's plenty more where that came from, remember?" She waved her free hand at the demon in the chair.
Sam watched impatiently, hands resting white-knuckled on his knees, as Ruby re-opened the cut on his throat (which'd started to clot) and refilled the glass. Sam drained that one even faster than the first. Ruby got him a third glass, then a fourth, and after that one, he decided that not drinking from the source was just too slow.
He felt full as Ruby put a hand between his shoulder blades, guiding him up and over to the demon. Bloated like he would've if he'd just chugged four glasses of water or beer or literally any other liquid in quick succession. His stomach pressed uncomfortably against the waistband of his jeans and his belt, the blood sloshing inside of him with every step he took. He was far from satisfied, though. It almost felt like that first sip had opened a swimming-pool-sized hole in him, one that would take tens of thousands of gallons to fill. That was why he dropped willingly onto the demon's lap, facing him, straddling his thighs. Sam grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his head to the side so he could lap hungrily at the blood running down his neck, pooling between the muscles and tendons. When he came up for air, he noticed, for the first time, how much the vessel looked like Dean. He had freckles, at least. And dark blonde hair, although it was longer than Sam could remember Dean ever letting his get.
It took an insane amount of willpower to talk instead of just pressing his lips to the weeping cut, but Sam managed to quietly ask, "Won't this kill the vessel?"
"Yes," Ruby said, putting a hand on Sam's head. She started stroking his hair. "But it'll kill the demon, too. Because you're literally absorbing his power by doing this. So you'll be able to exorcise other demons - totally destroy them, even - without hurting their vessels at all." She bent down to whisper directly in his ear, breath cool. "Isn't it worth it? To kill one person so you can save god-only-knows how many?"
It was a new twist on an age-old morality question. Things like that usually gave Sam pause. Right now, though, the answer seemed perfectly clear. He put his mouth over the cut Ruby had made. The demon had already been looking woozy when Sam'd sat down, having lost close to a liter of blood so far, but a full-body shiver rolled through him as Sam began to suck.
He drank in deep, powerful pulls. The blood was rich and hot and salty as it gushed down his throat, and he could feel the heartbeat of the demon's vessel in his mouth, against his tongue. There was another beat, too, deeper, at odds with the human pulse like it was a twisted version of it, somehow just wrong. Sam realized that it was coming from the demon itself, and that both rhythms were weakening with every swallow he took.
That excited him. That he was killing a demon just by drinking. And a person, but the demon was what mattered.
Sam could feel his stomach inflating steadily, like a balloon attached to a faucet that'd been turned on high. For the first time in months, his belt, as tight as it would go without him punching a new hole in it, dug into him. Hard. Sam let go of the demon's head (he stayed where he was, probably too weak to move) and kept drinking as he unfastened his buckle. He had to reach under the rounded shelf of his belly to get to it. As soon as his belt was loose, all the pain he'd been feeling disappeared - and his distended stomach surged forward so far that he had to unbutton and unzip his jeans, too. He spread his legs to make room for it and heard Ruby laugh softly above him.
"Good boy, Sam," she whispered, still stroking his hair. Petting him, almost. "That's it. Suck him dry - you need every last drop."
Sam obeyed, mostly because he'd already been planning on what she'd told him to do. The curve of his belly was so pronounced now that it brushed against the torso of the demon he was drinking from with every mouthful, wobbling in time with his swallows. After a couple more seconds, it rested fully against the demon, stretching the fabric of Sam's T-shirt. His hands had wound up flattened against it, and it gurgled underneath his palms. To him, the sensation had a greedy feel to it. His body demanding more. As much as he could possibly hold...which was turning out to be a lot.
His cock was rising, a usually-impressive bulge in his boxers that was unavoidably dwarfed by the growing bloat above it. He assumed it was because of the way Ruby was touching him, or how powerful both the blood itself and the whole situation was making him feel. But it could also be because filling himself far beyond what he would've expected his capacity to be with demon blood felt good. Like drinking water after spending all day out in the heat without it; like digging into a huge burger after being so hungry he was on the verge of passing out for hours. Except even better. Ruby'd been right: he'd been craving this for twenty-six years without even realizing it. He moaned against the demon's neck.
He didn't know when the flow of blood started to taper off. When he noticed it, though, panic stabbed deep into his chest. He tried sucking harder, but all that seemed to do was make it thin out faster. Soon, he was tonguing desperately at the slit Ruby had opened with her knife, silently begging for just a few more drops. He wasn't full, he wasn't done, and it didn't even occur to him how incredible it was that he'd drunk an entire human body's worth of blood through a cut shorter than his thumb.
Sam finally had to admit to himself that there wasn't anything left. He rocked back, gasping and panting, and as he opened his eyes, he realized he hadn't breathed the whole time he'd been drinking. He hadn't needed to.
"I need more," he told Ruby, twisting his head to look up at her. His voice came out so rough he hardly recognized it.
"That's quite a turnaround, from not even wanting to take a sip," Ruby commented. Her hand was still on his head, and now she cupped the back of it tenderly. "I'm impressed. But I'm afraid that I'm gonna have to cut you off."
"Why?" It was good his voice sounded the way it did right now, because it was the only thing that kept him from coming across as a spoiled kid.
"Well, first of all, because he's empty..." Ruby pointed to the demon - the corpse, now - whose lap Sam was still sitting on with her free hand. His head was listing to the side where Sam had put it, skin nearly white and eyes dull and no longer black. They were almost green, and seeing that triggered a muffled pang of emotion deep inside of Sam. "...and I don't feel like going out to get you another one right now. Especially with all the grief I went through to grab him." She looked down, past Sam's face, and widened her eyes slightly. "Plus, you look like you're about ready to pop."
Sam followed her gaze down to his stomach. This was the first time he'd looked at it since he'd started drinking. He'd been touching it plenty, of course, but seeing was very different from feeling. Just how big he was shocked him.
It looked like he was pregnant. Heavily - eight or nine months. He analyzed that thought for a second, but it wasn't an exaggeration. He could only see the bottom half of his thighs, even having spread his legs, and he could feel his belly pressing into them. Heavy, warm, pliable. He swallowed, and his mouth tasted like blood. That prompted him to lick his lips again, absentmindedly getting the last of it.
He'd never been this full before. He wouldn't've thought it was physically possible, just like he'd told Ruby before they'd started. As far down as he could see, his shirt was stretched taut. He reached down and rolled it up, slowly. Every touch had him jiggling like a waterbed, and it felt like the ripples inside him rolled straight down to his dick. Once it was free of his shirt, his stomach grew again. Not much; just enough for him to see as the front pressed itself flat against the body of the demon.
"Oh," Sam said.
"Yeah," Ruby agreed.
"I..." Looking up at her again, he shifted himself slightly. God, was he ever heavy. Which made sense, seeing as there was probably something like fifteen extra pounds in his fluid-filled gut right now. The movement forced a burp, one that came out too fast for him to try and stifle. "I'm so..."
"So what?" Ruby asked when he trailed off. "So full? So big? Definitely." She leaned down and put a hand on the swell of his middle. She gave it a little shake, and it wobbled back and forth, making Sam gasp. It felt weird. "God, Sam, just look at you! This is a huge step for you. I'm so proud. This - " She patted his stomach. " - is what's gonna let you kill Lilith."
Sam really hoped that he wasn't going to have to be in this state to take her down. He wasn't even sure how well he could walk right now. Maybe he should test that out. He tried to stand up, grunting with the effort, and Ruby moved both her hands to the belt loops of his jeans, using those to haul him to his feet. His belly adjusted itself as he moved, contents sloshing heavily, and he'd been right: walking was hard. He wasn't sure he needed Ruby's help, exactly, but she gave it to him anyway, one hand on the small of his back and the other on the side of his belly.
"Gotta get rid of the body," Sam mumbled, glancing at it as Ruby guided him over to the bed. He couldn't make himself care about it nearly as much as he knew he should. It was an effort to even say something.
"I'll do it," Ruby said. "I brought him here in the first place. All you've gotta do is sit down..." She let him hold onto her for balance as he turned and lowered himself onto the mattress, which creaked loudly under him. "And tell me how you feel."
All the anger and the craving and the sense of power had begun to fade as soon as he stopped drinking. It was still there, but muted, masked by a growing feeling of being sated. Warm, full, sort of sleepy. And horny, of course. All sorts of good things he hadn't really felt since losing Dean. He told the truth. "G-good."
"Oh, why the stutter?" Feigning concern, Ruby put a hand on either side of Sam's face, studying his eyes. "Sam. There's no reason to be ashamed about what you're feeling. There's nobody here to judge you." She reached down under his stomach and found his cock, running a fingernails up the length of it through the fabric of his boxers. The nail was long, well-shaped. Her vessel hadn't exactly been in perfect cosmetic shape when she'd moved in, having come from a coma ward, and she'd done a lot to spruce it up. He knew that all of it - the manicure, the waxing, the perfume - had been for his benefit alone. He did appreciate it. "There's only me. And I'm impressed."
She put both hands on his chest all of a sudden and pushed him down onto the bed, gently but firmly. He groaned as everything he'd drunk rolled and slapped at the walls of his stomach, a copper-tasting ocean inside of him. All the sloshing made him burp again.
"What're you doing?" Sam wheezed out. "The body - "
"I know," Ruby said. "I'll take care of it, like I said. Don't worry." She went back to his groin, hooking a fingernail under the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugging them slowly down. "I'd rather take care of your body first, though. That's more important." Sam's cock laid against the underside of his belly once it was freed, and his balls tumbled into Ruby's cool palm. Her touch lit up the billions of nerves in that area. "And more fun."
Sam would've asked if they were really gonna have sex with a dead body in the room, but this wouldn't be the first time they'd done it. He tried to reach down and grab Ruby's hand, but couldn't quite get to it. He had to go around his stomach, which was totally unfamiliar for him, and it was just impossible while he was lying down with his feet on the floor.
"Just be gentle, okay?" he asked her, staring up at the ceiling with his hand resting on the side of his belly, where it'd been when he'd given up on reaching Ruby.
"I'll try my best," she promised. She let go of him, and he heard her unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. "Just so long as you don't call me by your brother's name again."
Sam closed his eyes and bit the inside of his lower lip. Listening to Ruby taking off everything below her waist, he pulled himself a little further up the bed, so that his hips were fully supported by the mattress. Even that tiny a movement took a massive effort and left his biceps burning, because of the new, temporary extra weight at his middle.
He wondered how many calories were in blood. It wasn't like it mattered, though.
Ruby climbed onto the bed and straddled him, on her knees. The springs protested. He opened his eyes to see her above him, smiling slightly, dark hair framing her face. Her eyes had gone black. They seemed to do that whenever she was excited. He had no idea why and didn't care enough to ask - it would've been a turn-off if drinking an entire demon hadn't engorged his cock as much as his stomach.
"Do you want to fuck me, Sam?" she asked softly. She undid the button up that she was wearing and shrugged out of it. Sam could see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of the T-shirt she had on underneath; she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Yes." What did he have to lose by being honest?
"That's too bad, because I don't think you're in much of a condition to do that right now." Ruby pulled her shirt off over her head, arching her back and touching his swollen belly with her own, much-flatter one. Her breasts hung heavy and firm, cream topped with dark nipples, as she put a hand on the peak of his stomach and rolled her wrist to make it shake a little. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes." Sam moved his hand from his own belly to her thigh, just above the knee. The skin was silky and cool and the muscles tightened at the contact.
She touched his shaft with the fingertips of one hand, guiding him inside her even as she lowered herself onto him. She was slick, almost dripping wet, and her inner walls were so plump with arousal that they felt stiff around him. She was tight, twitching. And warm, from whatever processes all that black smoke kicked off to keep her vessel from rotting, but not as searingly hot as every other person Sam'd ever had sex with was inside.
Sam panted, eyes falling closed again, and Ruby gasped softly as she bottomed out. As much as she could, anyway. There was still some of Sam left outside her, even beyond what her lips wrapped around like a sheath, but his head was pressed up against something hard and round high up inside her. Neither of them could go any further.
"You're huge," Ruby whispered. Her hand was still on his middle, cupping his navel, and with the way she was touching him, he wasn't sure she was talking about his erection.
"Am I?" Sam asked, voice rough and breathless with sex.
"You're only gonna get bigger. Stronger." Sam ran both hands up and down Ruby's thighs, gripping her, as she started moving her hips. Just rocking, tiny, slow movements. "Soon you'll be able to kill demons just by blinking, and you won't even have to pull them out of their vessels to do it."
Ruby seemed to get off, somehow, on fantasizing out loud about Sam's powers growing during sex. It definitely wasn't his preferred flavor of dirty talk, so he usually tuned her out and focused on the physical sensations alone. He did that now. As she picked up the pace, her pussy clenched and released around him in time with her movements. She was still touching his stomach, stroking and pushing gently, and it felt incredible. Like her hand was on his dick, or even one of his nipples. He'd never felt sexual pleasure outside of those areas, so this was new. Exciting.
Ruby was bouncing in earnest now, tiny cries slipping out of her, a lather of sweat starting to come up on her skin. She was jostling his belly, but not enough to hurt; her current vessel had always been about half his size, and she seemed even smaller right now.
Sam had been trying not to make any noise, but he very quickly reached a point where he just couldn't stop himself from moaning. And that was pretty much all he could do: moan, and squeeze Ruby's thighs, and lay there. He was usually aggressive when they had sex, more aggressive than he'd ever been with anyone else. He held Ruby down on the bed or the floor or the table and drove himself into her with his full strength. He pulled muscles in his back and legs sometimes. She was doing all the work right now, because he literally couldn't move. Being basically used as a sex toy was new for him, too. And it was also kind of exciting.
He told himself he wasn't betraying Dean by enjoying this.
Ruby's movements slowly changed, along with the sounds she was making. Her cries got louder and deeper, more primal, as she ground her clit against the bone at the base of his cock. That, at least, felt pretty hot, hard as the weight of her entire body brought it down on him again and again. His balls were slick with the wetness dripping out of her fluttering folds, and it matted his pubic hair, which she'd insisted he keep at least partway under control when they'd first started sleeping together. Her hips bucked against his distended stomach, and more than a gallon of blood splashed inside him. He belched, which was probably the least-sexy thing he'd ever done during sex. Ruby didn't seem to mind, though.
She put both hands on him to steady herself as her motion got wilder. On his belly, one on either side. And she squeezed. Sam grunted under a sudden flood of agony blurred with ecstasy, feeling like he was about to burst. And not in a good way.
"Cut it - stop," he gasped, reaching up and grabbing her wrists to try and pry her hands off him. He wasn't very successful. She might've been tiny, but she was a demon, and he was no match for her in his current state. "You're gonna make me barf."
Ruby laughed. Giggled, really, and punctuated it with an especially powerful snap of her hips. She twitched around him, throbbed against him, and drenched him with a new spurt of moisture.
"You won't throw any of this up," she assured him. "You can't. Your body's been waiting decades for this - it won't give it up so easily." She leaned over him, panting wetly. He knew she didn't physically need to; it was for effect. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, swaying, the ends tickling his skin. Her breasts swung as she focused more on rutting against him than bouncing on his dick. She took a hand off his belly to squeeze one of them, pinching the nipple so hard it looked like it hurt. That relieved some of the pressure. "You'll be able to drink as much as you want, soon. I won't cut you off anymore. Three demons at once, four - a dozen." She threw her head back and pressed down hard on him with one hand as she gyrated, making his gut bulge out on either side, the skin shiny with pressure. "You'll probably be able to clear Hell out singlehandedly after that." She dug her fingernails in. Sam just barely whimpered. "But first you can use your belly as a bed."
She almost whispered that last line, and she started coming as soon as the last word was out of her. He felt spasms wrenching through her. She squeezed around his shaft and clamped down against his head, like she was trying to force him out of her. The solid nub of her clit pulsed against him. She cried out again, high-pitched, sounding like she was in pain. She twisted her breast. And she bore down harder than ever before on his stomach.
It hurt, and it also felt good. He couldn't tell if the pleasure was so intense it was turning into pain or if the pain was at that point where it was turning into pleasure.
He didn't come inside Ruby. In all the times they'd fucked (never made love, Sam was very firm about that in his head - just fucked), they'd never had simultaneous orgasms. When she was finished, Sam let go of her thighs. She lifted herself slowly off of him, then sat down next to him on the bed. She wrapped one hand around his cock and put the other on his belly.
She began to jerk off one, using her own juices as lube, and rub the other, really pressing hard on it. Sam groaned, bringing his hands up and tangling his fingers in his hair as he squeezed his eyes shut. He pulled, the constellation of pain that lit up on his scalp running together with the pressure in his middle and the pleasure in his dick and balls. He started to buck as it all crested, keeping the motion small so as not to shake his stomach around too much.
His climax was like every one that he had with Ruby: raw-feeling, so deep it brushed up against pain, and totally exhausting. Hollowly satisfying. This one was different - different from all the orgasms he'd had before Ruby, too - in that he felt it in his stomach, though. Not just the bottom, either, near his balls. The whole thing. His finish shivered through the blood that filled him.
Come bubbled out of him in a hot, thick squirt. It must've gotten all over Ruby's hand; when she let go of him and laid down next to him, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her, and she was licking his semen off her fingers. He was going flaccid much slower than normal, and he wondered if the blood was going to affect his refractory period at all. It'd already made him insanely horny once.
"D'you still wish I was Dean?" Ruby whispered to him. He couldn't see her other hand, but the wet sucking sounds coming from below her waist gave him a pretty good idea what she was doing with it. "Even right now?"
Sam didn't answer. Just closed his eyes again and rolled away from her, his belly coming to rest heavily on the mattress.