Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Chapter 27
This wicked ritual of mingling my blood with Kaldir's didn't possess the coercive force of a uterus tattoo, compelling any specific acts. It was nothing more than playful entertainment. Even so, now that my yandere side had crushed the kinder one and pried open its eyes, I couldn't afford to slack off on this ceremony—rubbing the wounds on our skin together, blending our blood to become one.
The princess probably hasn't gone this far yet... Shuga figured smugly. And she was right. Princess hadn't taken a massive haul of Kaldir's blood yet. It had been ages since she'd guzzled Kaldir's first breast milk, and this was the first time in forever that Shuga was surging ahead of her.
That bitch might be a sadist like me, but she's got a long way to go to catch up. Do you have any idea how many times I've masturbated thinking of Kaldir all these years? The depth of my feelings, poured into over a hundred lesbo smut stories disguised as secret diaries with Kaldir as the star—think that mutt could ever understand? No way! Her feelings for Kaldir are nothing compared to mine...!
"Blood... I need more blood...! Since I can't take your virginity blood... I need even more of it...!"
"Ahng... ahng...! Drinking blood feels good, but... use my pussy harder toooo...♥"
"Even if you didn't beg like that, my hips know what to do on their own! Shut up and drink some of my blood for once!"
Growing bolder as the ritual progressed, Shuga pressed her mouth straight to the wound on Kaldir's neck, slurping noisily and sucking hard. Then she forced Kaldir to drink her own blood the same way.
True to her yandere transcendence beyond mere sadism, the gash Shuga had carved into her own flesh was plenty big. Kaldir had no trouble lapping it up. Sure, the cut on Kaldir's neck would heal on its own in a flash thanks to her powers... but Shuga lacked that perk. Still, her desire to let Kaldir replenish the lost fluids and quench her thirst ran that deep.
"Mmm, Shuga... your blood... it's worth every penny... sweet like it's mixed with sugar..."
"If your blood tastes like sugar, you'd have diabetes at 15, you dumb cunt! Ugh, you act all smart usually... but sex turns your brain to mush."
"Don't say that...♥ Isn't it natural for your lover's blood to taste sweet...?"
"Fuck... when you whine like that in that cutesy voice, I can't even deny it!"
Kaldir clearly loved the ritual too, cooperating eagerly. That's right—the key part of this sinister rite was sucking down massive gulps of each other's vital essence through our mouths. Just tasting it wasn't enough. Even surviving on Kaldir's blood transfusions while collapsed in the infirmary bed hadn't sufficed.
"Those blood packs were my precious collection in the first place... and you polished them off while I was down. Even if it was to save my life, how could you just use them without asking? Now fill 'em back up right here!"
Shuga grumbled in a pretty vicious tone, recalling the time she'd attempted suicide out of despair when Kaldir didn't return to her side and ended up carted off to the infirmary.
"Blood packs...? What're you talking about, Shuga?"
"None of your business, you airheaded bimbo with pussy juice sloshing in your skull instead of spinal fluid!"
Kaldir couldn't make heads or tails of Shuga's mutterings. She vaguely remembered gladly offering her arm whenever Shuga periodically pushed blood donation drives... but had no clue those had been twisted into a secret collection fueled by Shuga's warped affections.
Instead, Kaldir's sex-flushed brain veered off into nonsense. Blood packs, blood packs... she half-thought she could draw some of her own blood right now and gift it to Shuga.
Anyway, Shuga lapped up her blood with relish and talked like they were tag-teaming a rape fantasy in perfect sync. Kaldir flashed a delighted smile, hitting Shuga with heart-stopping shock. Gah! My heart! Kaldir, my friend... you're too fucking cute...!
"The friend I've known for fifteen years might not be human... maybe a stray cat all along..."
"For you... I'd gladly be your pet kitty..."
Hehe, hah... good thing I'm still alive! With the princess bitch spared for now, who knows when I'll end up in the infirmary again? While I'm still conscious like this, I gotta savor Kaldir's smile—cuter than a kitten—and chug her blood to complete the ritual.
Shuga hollowed her cheeks, sucking Kaldir's blood greedily while her tongue probed the wound like it wanted to burrow in, rip out her organs, and steal her husk—diving ever deeper.
All the while, she never stopped grinding her hips, slamming her body into Kaldir's pussy. Time slipped by; the clock hands crept past midnight, yet Kaldir showed no sign of sleep—raped by her childhood friend, skin sliced by the knife, blood siphoned from the cuts. She just looked blissed out in happiness.
"Haa... part of your body is inside mine now... a piece of me has seeped into yours... we're bound by unbreakable fate now."
"Shuga... you don't have to go that far... I won't run from your side anymore... you can relax."
"You say that, but if some other bitch pins you to the wall and tells you to stick out your ass, you'll spread wide for her, won't you, slut? You've done it for the princess plenty of times—how dare you spout that crap?"
"Uwaaang... you finally say something sweet, then degrade me like that... I can't hold back my asshole clenching...♥"
Think I'd stop just because she agrees? Shuga was a beastkin, sure—but no vampire. Rabbit ears, yeah, but no bat wings on her back. Still, her obsessive bloodlust was vampiric enough to make anyone think of the rumors.
Kaldir's consent? Didn't matter a damn. (Or does it? The bitch herself is moaning and clawing the wall like she loves it.) Kaldir had been mine since forever. No sane owner asks a mere object—human, pet, or otherwise—for permission.
So I'm making a rational call by global standards, not some arbitrary whim. Unlike the princess, who just brute-forces Kaldir with her sadist kink.
Hmm, spewing such bullshit so smoothly... guess I'm pretty hooked on Kaldir's pheromones too. My olfactory nerves screamed under the teasing caresses of her intoxicating scent, and my taste buds craved her nectar—sweeter than the blood I'd just slurped, and in massive quantities.
"The way you clenched your insides when the knife flashed before your eyes... made my spine tingle. As thanks, I'll eat your pussy nice. Oh, and since your asshole keeps winking, might as well inspect it properly."
"Ah, no... Shuga... you already creampied fake cum inside me... if you see that... no... don't...!"
The knife had served its purpose as a tool, so Shuga tossed it aside without a second thought. She plunged her tongue into Kaldir's pussy, meticulously mapping every fold to commit it to memory this time.
After fifteen years as friends, how tragic would it be not to know her pussy wrinkles or asshole pucker by heart? Seeing me dive in to study her most intimate folds firsthand, Kaldir seemed to rediscover shame—she tried pushing my head away with her hands, but fat chance.
She'd stared plenty during baths or when we shared a blanket bare under our undies as "friends"... but now I knew for sure. So this is how Kaldir's pussy looks... and her asshole's like this~ Perfect. Sex ed never taught this—precious knowledge incoming.
"Your blood was tasty, but among your body's fluids... pussy juice reigns supreme. Ranking 'em: pussy juice > breast milk > blood > sweat > spit > tears > piss > snot > intestinal goo... Now I'm curious about spinal fluid, bile, bone marrow... but that'll wait."
The fake cum from the creampie muddied a perfect score, but no doubt—Kaldir's pussy fountain was her most valuable asset.
By the ancient human plan of natural birth over C-sections or alternatives, that was the gateway our baby would emerge from. Couldn't help but treasure it.
"What...? Spinal fluid... bone marrow...?"
"Too chatty for a fucktoy, huh? Think satisfying me with your pussy spares you a limb-severing cunt-rape show?"
Kaldir fixated on that bit, but honestly, that's how I felt. You're not dying from a few chopped limbs... you'll regen quick. So... I wanna chew your flesh. Slice out your heart and tuck it in my chest. Devour your guts in one sitting.
Wear your skin like a suit, digest everything inside for unity... the urges flooded me. But... then no more pussy tasting? Maybe keeping things as-is ain't bad.