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Chapter 5: Sober
"You sure you want to do this?" Ruby asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Sam replied.
This was the big plunge; sitting cross-legged across from Ruby, this didn't feel quite real-but it is. The knife she held was huge for a kitchen knife. Sam felt a perverse wonderment watching Ruby cut herself. Blood welled up, and Ruby raised it to his lips. Sam hesitated before opening his mouth and inviting it inside.
At first he almost gagged. The taste was thick, almost like molasses, but he caught the heady tang of sulfur. Nearly pulling away, but Ruby wrenched him back. Sam took a few more pulls before he sprang back, head reeling. Ruby was smiling expectantly at him, but he didn't-
Oh.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It burst through blood vessels, a dam exploding. Capillaries zipping with power, filling him up. Mingling and tingling with his blood. This was raw, exciting, and Sam felt a shudder go through him; it was an orgasm to the brain.
At first Ruby just gave it to him, wanted him to get used to it first before she taught him how to use it. The taste was something to get used to, almost like thie first time he had a beer, before he could enjoy it. Sam wondered if he shouldn't be disgusted by that, but whenever he saw Ruby's slender neck or wrists, his pulse would race, thinking about what lay beneath them. Whenever that question came to his mind, Ruby was allways there, knife at the ready.
TBC…