Blooderfly

The butterfly lighted on her bare skin, black wings fluttering, tickling, as it settled. Her fingers moved to brush it away, but she paused, not wanting to anymore. A feverish heat spread through her body, her pulse quickening. Her breath shallow, eyelids fluttering, something was wrong.

An aching, nameless need stirred within, making her cheeks flush red. A distant part of her mind screamed against what was happening. She pushed these doubts away, enchanted by the beauty of this delicate creature, nuzzling softly at her skin. Was there pain? She wasn’t sure. The butterfly seemed to grow heavier. A red trickle ran down the hollow between her breasts. She knew now what it wanted, and she gave it freely, whispering half-formed words of encouragement to the tiny creature as it drank.