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Shu was well aware that her girlfriend had extremely odd interests.
It was accidental, the first time she found her sketchbook full of sketches of various characters–and some in Mika’s own image–with intestines wrapped around arms & hands like delicate bows, blush made from blood, and wounds like eyes peering into her soul. She couldn’t deny how horrified she was at first. None of it was realistic enough to make her queasy, of course, but it was still enough to cause deep concern to well in her heart for her sweet girl.
Mika panicked when she said they needed to talk about something.
Shu thought it almost adorable, the way she sat across the table from her wringing her hands and fiddling with her skirt as if a dog caught ruining its owner’s furniture.
“Relax,” her voice was measured, gentle, “I’m not mad at you, dear. Moreso just concerned.”
“What–what’re ya worried about?” Mika’s hands almost instinctively flitted to her thighs, where pink scar tissue dotted along flesh underneath her fleece-lined tights. It couldn’t be about that, surely. Shu was already aware of it.
“Er, well… I found your sketchbook.”
Her heart sunk into her stomach. Of course it was her drawings. Shu probably thought they were vile, didn’t she? She thought they were a disgusting mockery of real art, and it was all over, and she was going to leave, and she’d be back to being nothing all over again, and–
“Kagehira. You’re spacing out.”
“‘M sorry,” she stammered, “I know it’s real gross, but please don’t be mad at me. It helps me ta vent out ma feelings when I’m real upset. Like when ‘m so mad or sad that I just wanna rip ma guts out. Y’know?"
Shu hummed in understanding. However, she was no fool. She recognized the look in Mika’s eyes when she was hiding something. “Is that all?” she prodded a bit more firmly.
“I–W-Well–”
“You can be honest with me, dearest. Don’t you trust me?” She tilted her chin down and stared at Mika through her delicately curled lashes, giving her a look akin to a small animal's begging. It worked every time. She watched as the other’s barriers cracked and gave way to her true, beautiful self.
“Um, well… I do also like it ‘cause it makes me feel nice…”
“Just nice?”
“Please,” she whined softly, “you know what I mean.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at Mika’s pouty countenance. She was such an adorable thing. Shu leaned across the table, palm up, gently requesting her hand. She obliged, welcoming the soft squeezes from her lover’s own. Such a simple yet reassuring gesture.
“I was so worried,” Mika began, “I thought ya were gonna judge me.”
“I won’t lie to your face, I was disturbed at first. But if it makes you happy, then I will not make any effort to take that away from you.”
“In that case, would ya be willing to try somethin? Please?”
And when Mika gave her those puppy dog eyes, how could she refuse?
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Shu couldn’t deny it felt odd to have the roles reversed like this. Usually, she guided Mika with a gentle yet domineering hand. But now it was her turn to be held down. She splayed herself along the bed like an eager treat, her negligee spread around her and the towel she was laying on as if wings unfurling in the wind. Mika didn’t know what to do with herself, staring down at someone so beautiful. Staring and knowing that she was in control. Having so much power was a bit overwhelming, but she had to remind herself that this was what she wanted. It was what Shu wanted. She had agreed so eagerly to let her sweet girl take the reins in the bedroom for once, so she could not disappoint.
Mika carefully straddled Shu’s hips, pudgy thighs finding their way to either side of her body. The fabric of the negligee itched at her knees, but she chose to ignore it for now in favor of gently kissing her lover. She leaned down, mouthing little kisses all over her face, teasing. The whine Shu gave was so pretty that Mika just had to oblige and finally meet her lips. It was chaste at first, before melting into an open mouthed mess. Her tongue poked and prodded in the other’s own clumsily, unpracticed. She tried her hardest to mimic what Shu always did when she was in control, and eventually got the hang of it to the point where she was mewling beneath her. A sound Mika couldn’t believe was her own doing. It drove her to be even more slovenly, frantic even in the way she licked at Shu’s lips and shoved her tongue down her throat. Shu had to smack her gently in the head to get her to finally pull away for a breath.
“You act like a little puppy,” Shu murmured, “slobbering all over me.”
Mika, much to her lover’s chagrin, responded by licking her cheek. “Yer too cute. Love ya so much.” She continued to lap at her face, giggling the entire time.
“Kagehira! Stop this–” She was silenced by another onslaught of sloppy kisses, tongue back to its rightful place pressed flat against the floor of her own mouth instead of complaining. While they made out, Mika’s hands found their way to the straps of her negligee, gently peeling them down her shoulders and shimmying it down. This, much to her dismay, did not work out as she intended. Shu pulled back from the kiss, grumbling about wrinkles as she decided to take the garment off herself. Mika frowned but acquiesced. She couldn’t help but stare as the other’s body was revealed, tummy gently pudging over her waist and just barely hiding her lacy panties and the bulge within. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, soft, pink nipples already stiff from the cold air.
Mika was, pathetically, in love.
She admired Shu’s body like a canvas, mapping out all the negative space and determining where to place her artwork. Her desire. Fingers gently skimmed skin, causing Shu to jump and rise with gooseflesh. Lucky for Mika, she was a modest girl in public. No short skirts, no bare legs, no way for anyone to know what she was about to do. She reached to the bedside table, opening the drawer and fishing around before pulling out a cute and pink paw-shaped box cutter. She pushed her thumb over the slider, the blade she was so familiar with poking out and gleaming in the light. Her heart raced. She was so nervous of doing something wrong. But… Shu wanted this. When she proposed it, the other girl looked so hungry. She couldn’t just back out now.
So her trailing hand moved to her thighs, carefully teasing the soft and plump skin there. She traced shapes into the skin, imagining what she would draw and where she would put it. Traced her name out to feel what it would feel like to have a mark of her own on her lover’s skin, much like the one she shared. After her little planning session was done, she softly peeled off Shu’s panties, freeing her aching cock. It was so rare that she got horny since she started on estrogen, and Mika didn’t complain in the slightest. It made these moments far more special to her.
Mika pumped it softly, just barely teasing. Enough to make Shu whine from the sudden contact and whimper in pleasure. As her left gently moved, her right held the box cutter, placing the blade’s tip right at her porcelain skin. Then, with a soft swipe, she sliced open the skin. Just a baby cut to test the waters. Mika couldn’t deny the heat pooling in her gut from the way her lover hissed through her teeth in pain. The lightest ones always hurt the most. But when she hesitated and flitted her gaze up to Shu in worry, she knew it was okay. She was looking down at her through her lashes, bottom lip caught between her front teeth, eyes squinted so adorably. Mika felt her heart jolt in sheer attraction for her lover. So pretty when she was in pain.
She ran the box cutter across her skin again, this time with a bit more pressure. The white of her dermis was stunning as it slowly pooled with cherry red blood. It was so vibrant and appealing, Mika wished she could paint with it. Smear it across a canvas and watch it dry the most beautiful shades of brown and tan. She wanted to drink it up and savor it to the end of time.
And so she did.
Her tongue darted out, lapping up the crimson liquid as a dying woman would drink water. It tasted metallic and sharp, and smelled of copper and sweat. Most would find it repulsive. She thought it the most lovely thing in the world. She couldn’t help but drink and drink, tongue dragging across the two cuts and dipping into the second like a well. When Mika pulled back, her lips were stained with cherry juice. It was a sight that made Shu visibly shudder, knowing it was her blood on those lips. Mika found it undeniably attractive. She was starting to realize it felt really, really good to be in control.
So she shifted, her bloodstained lips pressing against Shu’s cock and making it twitch to life. It acted almost as a natural lubricant alongside her saliva to slicken the eager flesh. The mix allowed it to slip easily into her mouth and to the back of her throat. Shu groaned in pleasure as her cock was hilted in her lover’s mouth. She couldn’t help but to buck her hips, desperately chasing her own desires. Mika had other plans. She held her lover’s hips down, box cutter now poised against the far thinner layer of flesh there.
“Be a good girl ‘n stay still, okay? ‘M in control.” Mika cooed, trying to mimic how Shu talked to her. It seemed to work, if the sudden jolt from her meant anything. She stilled begrudgingly. Mika continued her ministrations. Her tongue wrapped around the length, slowly dragging it up and down, up and down. Gently lapped at the tip and Shu’s head rolled back in ecstasy. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. Mika only added to it with another cut, this time vertical. She jerked in surprise. Her lover’s hand found its way to the slice, picking up the beads of blood and bringing them to her lips to suckle. She couldn’t help but moan herself as the coppery taste flooded her mouth, mingling with that of Shu’s precum. It was the best treat she could’ve asked for.
To Shu’s dismay, Mika stopped entertaining her cock and moved to peel her own clothes off. Her nightgown was shed and her panties soon followed, revealing her dripping wet cunt, framed delicately with that coarse black hair that glinted green in the light. She returned to her place straddling her lover, only to slowly, teasingly, glide bloodied fingers over her thighs and up to her entrance. Once she finally dipped them in, they shared a sigh of pleasure as she worked the digits slowly in and out. It felt so romantic to know that her lover’s blood was inside her. Coating her insides along with her own arousal. She scissored herself open in front of Shu, only stopping to swat a wandering hand away from her body. She knew she was being a tease and she fully intended to be one.
After what was an agonizingly long time for Shu, Mika pulled her fingers out and held them to her lover’s lips, enticing her to try the mixture just as she had. She grimaced at first, nervous of the taste. But Mika looked so enticing above her like this. And how could she say no to those puppy eyes?
She opened her mouth and took her fingers deep into her mouth, tongue laving over them to taste the mix of blood and wetness. It was… odd. She couldn’t help but gag a little. But Mika seemed to love it. She drove her fingers deeper, finding the slimy yet soft flesh of her uvula and playing with it. Batting it back and forth as a cat would with one finger. Shu gagged and gagged and eventually sputtered as bile rose up her throat. Her laying down position, however, meant that nothing left her mouth. Mika stared inside at the liquid sitting nice in her mouth and leaned down for a kiss, tongue darting out to taste it. She felt disgusting. She felt so unbelievably horny.
Shu gagged on the vomit and Mika’s tongue, frantically trying to swallow the bile and push away.
“Kagehira!” she snapped, staring up at the girl with wide eyes, “What on Earth are you–”
“Yer too beautiful. Need ta defile ya. Need ta…” Mika seemed lost in her own mind. She shifted a bit. Her hand grabbed Shu’s cock and positioned it right at her entrance, before sinking down onto it. She mewled in pleasure, immediately grinding up and down on it like she was in heat. Her hands found Shu’s wrists, putting them above her head. She was delirious and in control and she wasn’t relinquishing it for anything.
But God did Shu love being afraid of her like that.
She stared up into those maddened mismatched eyes, pupils drowning out lapis and topaz hues. She was sure her own looked somewhat similar, but seeing it in Mika’s was so unbelievably attractive to her. Her heart thrummed and her cock pulsed with the mixture of arousal and fear. As Mika continued to move up and down, she frantically kissed Shu. She could still taste the faint bit of bile in her mouth and it drove her crazy.
“H-haah… Kagehira….” Shu whimpered between kisses with a broken voice. She was being made dizzy from all the sensations enveloping her body. It felt so, so good. Mika’s cunt was warm and sticky and maddeningly tight on her cock. And she was so beautiful above her. She was almost frenzied in her movements, each bounce sloppy and rabid like an animal.
Mika moaned out in pleasure as her tongue finally left Shu’s mouth, instead going back to licking at her face as she fumbled with the box cutter. She held it somewhere on Shu’s thigh–not exactly looking where, too busy enjoying the taste of her cheek–and sliced harder than expected.
Shu yelped out in pain, damn near whining from the pain (and from Mika clenching down on her cock so wantonly). She glanced down, staring at the fat cut on her pudgy flesh now rapidly weeping blood. It was deeper than the other two–and quite frankly scared her. But Mika just kept going. The blade kept slicing against her skin, causing her body to jolt and jump and whimpers to spill from her lips at the same rate as the blood spilling from her leg.
“Oshi-san is so pretty… so cute when she’s bleedin everywhere… ehehe…” Mika giggled like a madwoman, one hand leaving Shu’s wrists to smear the blood and lick it up. She was freaking out internally. It was hot in a way, yes, but she couldn’t deny that the fear was beginning to overtake her arousal.
“Ka–ngh–Kagehira, I–”
“Shhhhh… nyehehehehe,” Mika laughed at Shu’s protests, continuing to cut and cut her pale, chubby skin, “Oshi-san let me be in control, so ‘m gonna use her allll up!” It was adorable to Mika: the way she squirmed like a caught prey animal. The towel underneath her had grown sticky and sopping, much like Mika’s own cunt as she continued to force Shu’s cock deep inside her. She could feel the throbbing inside her, the sign that her lover was close despite her protests. Mika wanted it. Wanted to bring her to the very edge of ecstasy and cut her flesh as she came deep inside her.
And so she did.
When Shu twitched, whimpered, broke into panting yells instead of complaints, Mika gripped the blade in her hand, sunk herself fully on her cock, and sliced hard. The cut stared back at her like an eye shedding blood. Through the vibrant bloodshed now spilling on either side of Shu’s thigh, as if the weepings of her womb, Mika could see the peekings of yellow inside. It was too deep. It was beautiful.
Shu shrieked out, jerking wildly as her seed spilled into her lover as her blood spilled onto the towel beneath. Pink painted their coupling. Mika moaned wantonly as she felt the warm, viscous liquid filling her to the brim, remaining seated at her rightful place waiting for it to all be drained from her prized possession. She couldn’t help but rock her hips back and forth, rutting desperately and chasing her own release. It soon followed, head thrown back in ecstasy and edges of her vision blurred white with pure pleasure. Her head felt like it was spinning. Shu’s felt equally dizzy, but more so from blood loss than mind numbing pleasure.
As Mika came down from her high horse, she stared down at Shu with moderate shock. The towel was wet to the touch and definitely staining the covers beneath. She hated having to wash bedsheets. But that thought was discarded as she soon remembered exactly why the bedsheets were stained. It threw her into a panic.
“Ngah, Oshi-san! Are ya okay? Oh, ‘m so sorry Oshi-san, I didn’t… I got…” Her words were quick and frenzied as she pulled away from Shu, ignoring the cum leaking from her as she ran to the bathroom for her first aid kit. She returned soon after, armed with a handful of bandages and gauze already being unrolled. She knew it was all pointless if she couldn’t stop the bleeding, though, and so she hurriedly pressed large swaths of tissue against the biggest of them, holding down with her entire body weight.
“Kagehira, I–”
“No, no, don’t speak, don’t–don’t force yerself, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. I got it. Just… oh, I’m so sorry…” She sounded so sad as she heaved against the inside of her fat layer. Of course, the first time she’s granted control she immediately abuses it. She felt sick with herself.
“Kagehira.” Shu snapped with a firm voice. “I’m not mad at you. You just scared me, that's all.”
“In a bad way?”
“Well, I, err–I don’t… I don’t know,” she sighed, staring at the bloodied tissue that was causing her immense pain at the moment.
“‘M sorry.”
“You’ve apologized enough. I just wish you would have warned me beforehand how deep you were intending to go.”
They sat in silence for a while. Mika couldn’t apologize without Shu getting irritated, so she stayed quiet. After some time, she pulled the tissue away. It was soaked in blood and falling apart, but the cut seemed to have slowed its bleeding enough to bandage. She delicately placed two large bandages over her thigh, covering all of the cuts as best as she could. Then, she gently lifted Shu’s leg with one surprisingly strong hand. Her other clumsily held the gauze, wrapping it as tight as she could to further prevent bleeding.
Shu sighed in relief as the insides of her thigh were now hidden to the cold air. She let her leg be set down and opened her arms to Mika. She eagerly embraced the other girl.
“Ya feelin okay?”
“Good enough. I’ll simply have to be careful walking for a good few days or so.”
“‘M glad.” Mika pressed her head against the crook of Shu’s head, nuzzling like an affectionate cat. It was warm and soft and perfect. She couldn’t believe she had hurt her so badly.
Shu, on the other hand, couldn’t believe how much fun it was to be helpless against a deranged woman like her lover.