Full Moon

18+ | Menstrual Fetish

Potential TW:

Fucking while a woman is on her period.

Enjoy it, lovers 💋

— S

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The moon had claimed her again. That ancient tide pulling at her with a ferocity no calendar could tame. Mell lay sprawled across the wide bed, sheets already rumpled from her restless heat, the air thick with the copper-sweet, earthy scent of her arousal, and the blood that pooled between her thighs.

She was thirty-one— a poet by trade and a hedonist by blood— and on these days her desire was not simply an appetite to be sated. She wanted to be fucked. Truly fucked. With the slick evidence of her womanhood painting them both. Her skin was hot and hypersensitive, her breasts heavy and tender to even the brush of air.

Robbie stood in the doorway, shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes dark with the conflict she had learned to adore. He was thirty-five, steady and gentle in most things, but raised on whispered warnings: that time of the month is private, unclean. Something that must be endured, not enjoyed. He had never crossed that threshold. Until that night.

‘Come here,’ Mell murmured. She was whispering, speaking to him in the soft, maternal way that the moment felt it warranted. She parted her thighs slowly, letting the low lamp light catch the dark bloom between them. A thin trail of blood had already slipped down onto the blanket she’d spread out beneath her, glistening like forbidden wine. ‘I am aching. Aching for you. Can’t you see?’

He swallowed, stepping closer despite himself. ‘Mell… I’ve never… Everyone always said it was—’

‘Gross?’ She laughed softly, a sound that curled around his cock like a tongue. ‘They lied. Or they were afraid. Touch me. Do I feel gross to you?’

His hand trembled for a moment as he reached out.

‘Feel how wet I am, love. How ready.’

His fingers brushed the swollen lips of her cunt— plush and fever hot, softer than usual. Pillowy from the swell of surging hormones, yet textured with the slick, viscous glide of blood. The folds of her felt velvety and yielding under his fingertips, smooth in the curves but ridged and intricate within. Each piece of her engorged and enticing.

Blood and clear arousal coated him in a warm, silky mess that carried a deep, metallic tang on the air between them. She sighed, hips lifting to meet him, and hersound settled something in him. She was soaked, hotter than he’d ever known her, the texture of her both familiar and startlingly intimate— luxuriously wet, almost creamy in places where her flow mingled with her natural arousal.

‘God,’ he breathed, voice hoarse and heavy. ‘You’re… beautiful like this. So soft. So open.’

She smiled, wicked and tender, and pulled him down into a kiss that tasted of salt and promise. ‘I’m insatiable when I bleed. My body opens wider, deeper. Everything feels more. Deeper. Wetter. Fuller. Fuck me, Robbie. Paint yourself with me. Let me show you.’

Clothes shed like unnecessary sins. He settled between her thighs, cock heavy and aching, the head nudging against her entrance. She was so slick that he slid in with one effortless thrust, burying himself in molten velvet. The sensation made them both gasp. Her walls felt changed— plumper, more cushioned, yielding with a coarse give that wasn’t usually there. The blood made everything messy. Tacky. His cock dragged out of her with each pull, and he felt as though she was gripping him in rippling waves. She felt impossibly deep and enveloping, her cervix lower and softer, kissing his head in a way that sent sparks up his spine.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, eyes closing as he savoured the obscene warmth. It wasn’t gross. Not even a little bit. It was raw. Alive. Reverent. The wet sounds of their fucking were lush and filthy— slick, rhythmic squelching punctuated by the soft slide of her flow coating his shaft, his balls, the surface beneath them in warm streaks. Each thrust drew more out of her, painting his abdomen, smearing across her mound in dark, crimson petals that carried the rich, primal scent of iron and sex.

Mell arched beneath him, nails raking down his back, his blood rising to the surface under her touch, her own senses overwhelmed. When he filled her, the pressure was exquisite. His cock stretched her hypersensitive walls, stroking every textured ridge and fold that felt amplified.

‘Harder,’ she gasped. ‘I can take it. I need it.’

The drag and push sent deep, throbbing pressure radiating through her pelvis, her clit pulsing in time with his thrusts, the metallic warmth leaking out around him only heightened the messy ecstasy.

He watched her, transfixed, as he leaned down to capture a nipple between his lips. His hips worked with growing urgency, fucking her in deep, possessive strokes.

‘You’re so fucking perfect,’ he whispered against her skin, voice rough with awe. ‘So hot and wet… I never knew it could feel like this. I love this. I love you like this.’

She came. Sudden and shattering. A cry torn from her throat as her cunt spasmed around him, the textured walls convulsing in powerful, rhythmic contractions that milked his length and pushed fresh warmth flooding between them. The release was deeper, messier than usual, waves of pink and red soaking his thighs while her whole body trembled.

Robbie followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her. The groan ripped from his body was guttural and grew into a growl of possessive pleasure, his own pulses joining the hot, messy river they had created.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, bodies painted. This was part of the experience for both of them. Feeling the closeness. The heat.

Robbie traced a lazy finger through the bloodied streaks on her belly, then brought it to his lips without hesitation. The taste was earthy, intimate, unmistakably hers— metallic and rich.

‘No more being taught what to fear,’ he said quietly, kissing the corner of her mouth.

Mell smiled, already feeling the slow stirrings of renewed hunger. The night was young. Her moon was waning. And yet…

‘Again,’ she whimpered, pulling him further into her and threading her fingers through his hair. ‘I’m still not full.’

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