[Bk2-SOF:Ch62] Revenge

I stood up, letting my pages fall to the ground. "I'm beat. See you in the morning." I stood up and left without another look at either of them. I stomped to my room and slammed the door behind me- but only heard a dull thunk, not a satisfying slam. I spun around to find Fang at my door, grasping the door. I tried to slam it closed on him again, but he had the better grip and shoved it open. He stepped into the room and I turned and pulled off my shirt, changing like he wasn't even there. I felt his hand on my bare shoulder. "Hey... what's wrong?"  I twisted around, pushing him back. "You should know damn well what's wrong," I shouted. He looked taken aback, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, drawing me into his chest. "Sh," he whispered, rubbing his hand between my wings, "It's OK." I thrashed around in his arms, punching him in the chest. Anyone else would be on the ground, gasping or possibly unconscious, but Fang didn't even flinch. Instead, he put a finger under my chin and lifted my face, brushing tears away. He kissed me gently and I automatically fell into him, but then I remembered that the Red-Haired Wonder had had her lips in the same place I did and felt a wave of disgust.

I snapped out my wings, knocking Fang off balance. With one thrust of my wings I jumped across the room and landed on my bed. I looked at Fang with murder in my eyes and growled. "Get out. Now." Fang simply shook his head and shut the door, leaning against it. I huffed and flopped down on the bed, turning my back to Fang and pulling the covers up over my head. I felt his eyes on the back of my head and I pressed my eyes closed, willing him to go away. Instead of hearing the door open, I felt Fang sit down on the edge of the bed. I groaned inwardly and pulled the sheet tighter over my face.

The sheets moved and Fang slid in beside me. I felt his arms wrap around me and his warmth surround me, and it took all my will not to turn and hug him back. Instead I used my wings to dislodge him again and  I scooted closer to the wall, away from him. Fang sighed and ran his hand down my spine. "How can I make it up to you?" I turned and glared at him for a moment while I thought. "O.K. You can start by pleasuring me. You seemed to make that bitch feel good enough, you better make me feel even better." The venom in my voice made Fang scramble. I  threw the covers aside and slid off my jeans and panties and kicked them aside, making sure to catch Fang across the chest.

I laid back and put my feet up on Fang's shoulders as he crawled in between my legs. I wasn't going to make this easy for him, but I had to admit I was getting excited. After watching Fang go at it with that whore, I needed a release. And now he was at my mercy. I smiled deviantly as she felt his breath against my thighs. He ran his fingers up and down my legs slowly before kissing the soft skin. He moved slowly up both sides, sometimes kissing, sometimes running his tongue up the sensitive skin. As he neared the apex of my legs a flutter of pleasure surged through my body. His hand brushed across my mound, with just enough pressure so I was sure that it was deliberate. Any doubt of my excitement was immediately erased. I was soaked, and he knew it. He kept licking along my inner thighs, but he moved his hand up to my sex. He spent a moment just rubbing my sensitive lips before splitting them and sliding his finger down over my clit. I shuddered involuntarily. I heard Fang laugh quietly to himself and felt him moving closer to my pussy. Just before his lips touched mine I braced my foot against his shoulder and kicked him back.

He was stunned for a second, and I was on top of him in a flash. He looked up at me and smirked, and I smiled back knowing that we were not thinking the same thing, but I led him on. I rubbed against him and groaned, spreading my wetness on his jeans. I let my hand trail down his body and rub his now raging hard on through his pants as my other hand slowly removed his belt. His eyes closed in pleasure and I struck, rolling off of him and pushing him off the bed. He landed face down on the floor and I jumped on top of him again, using the belt to tie his hands behind his back. I pushed him back over onto his back and sat on his confused looking face. He tried to say something, but he was muffled as I ground my pussy against his mouth. He had forgotten how pissed I was, and now I channeled every bit of that anger into pressing my pelvis into his face. He tried to protest and his tongue hit something sensitive and I moaned and convulsed slightly. This happened a few more times before he realized what was happening and began to use his tongue on purpose. My eyes flickered shut as my hands instinctively moved to my tits and clit.

The extra stimulation made me groan louder, and I almost didn't hear the door open and it took me a few more seconds for the sound to connect. My eyes flew open just in time to see Nudge's sneaker dissapear behind the door as it slammed shut. Just as I figured out what that ment, my brain suddenly went blank. I had no control, but was aware that I took a huge gasp of air as I started convulsing. Fang's tounge continued working, and I hit a second climax that made me moan loudly. This only egged Fang on more and he continued working on the weak spot he had found. I was almost over the edge to a third orgasm when I let myself fall to the floor. The shock of the cold floor ended up pushing me too far again. Somewhere in the distance I heard myself scream in pleasure. It took me a good few minuites to stop convulsing completely, and even more time before I was able to trust myself on my feet.

Fang still lay on the ground where I left him, his face covered in my juices. I found that incredibly arousing, but she was too exhausted to be aroused. I draped myself over Fang's panting body and pulled open his jeans and his throbbing cock sprang out. I grabbed it and teased it slightly and looked up at him with the sexiest eyes I could manage. I licked my lips and said, barely above a breath, "Want me to take care of this for you?" He nodded with a pained look on his face. I instantly let go of him and stood up. "Then you should probably watch where you put it." I pushed him out my door as he was, hands tied and cock exposed. I slammed the door. "I don't suppose you took a look at my blog yet?" Fang called out. I didn't bother to answer... that I had. And it was good. The boy had some poetry in him.