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This must be a divine punishment. It's the only plausible explanation for how Mikasa feels every time she drinks from Annie.
She has fed on every blood type out there, taken a dribble of every species to exist, and yet, Mikasa knows nothing will stand a chance against the crimson that flows within Annie. This certainty doesn't come easy to her, but there is no room for denial when she’s already itching for another taste, another lick, maybe even just a small whiff, in spite of drinking from her not that long ago.
Annie’s blood, sweat, down to the slick that drips from her into Mikasa’s mouth all swirl atop of her tongue, mixing into what she can only call euphoric bliss. Or imprisonment in the most exquisite thing she's ever had. She's still not sure which one it is. Certainly, a werewolf isn't supposed to taste this good to a vampire, otherwise they wouldn't be required to keep their distance.
She’s not even sure when her last feeding was exactly. All she can recognize is the familiar hunger within her that wrenches through every sensible thought she has, crushing them down until all of what remains is the almost venomous desire that gets her tongue to press harder against Annie’s pussy, to drink up every little thing of which her body offers.
It doesn't help that Annie barely has any restraint herself. Her hands remain tangled in Mikasa’s hair, tugging and pulling with desperate whines and soft whimpers, thighs shaking in her grip. She almost sounds sweeter than she tastes.
“F-fuck, Mika…” Annie’s gasp fills her ears when her tongue dips inside the dripping cavern, making the blond arch into her mouth. Her fingers tighten on the back of Annie's thighs, making sure to keep her spread open on the mattress, exposed and ready for Mikasa to devour.
Although they've been together for almost a year, Mikasa is still not used to the dizzy state the girl's blood brings upon her. She craves it all the time, more than she ever did at the beginning of their relationship. Is it normal? Not quite. Is it concerning that she's still brimming with hunger after feeding on Annie for a whole hour earlier today? Probably.
Not that she cares about any of this, not when Annie is served on a silver platter for her.
Mikasa moves her head to the side, placing a wet kiss to Annie's inner thigh. “Stay still, pup.” She murmurs, her hands sliding up to Annie’s hips and pulls her down, large palms squeezing the soft flesh. The pet name is meant to tease, perhaps even annoy, but the endearing tone comes out Mikasa unwillingly.
Annie grumbles something, probably telling her to shut up through her incoherent moans. The thighs that wrap around Mikasa’s head are littered with bleeding bites, tiny drops trickling down the healed marks to tempt Mikasa into another drink, but she holds herself back with a final kiss before she buries her face in Annie's crotch once more.
When Annie pushes her hips up once more, Mikasa's eyes narrow, but she decides to do nothing about it for now, letting the girl have her way with her mouth. She tightens her hold on her hips, her fingers leaving reddening prints where she presses harder. Moaning, Mikasa suckles and licks at the slick that gushes out of Annie, the almost clear liquid starting to run down her chin.
She places a tender kiss to her fluttering hole before she presses the flat of her tongue against Annie’s clit, keeping it there as the other whines and writhes underneath her, the scent of her arousal clouding Mikasa’s sanity. Her mind is hazy with desire, swallowing and humming around Annie as her own naked hips twitch atop of the mattress.
Focusing on wringing more sounds out of Annie, Mikasa’s tongue flickers between her clit and hole, teasing Annie enough to make her pull at Mikasa’s hair. She tries to keep it slow, to take her girlfriend apart at the pace that she knows will drive her to the brink of delirium, but the lingering taste of Annie's blood in the back of her throat makes it hard to remain coherent.
Her face twists, both of her mind and body fighting against her fickle will, which desperately tries to hold her back from digging her fangs in Annie's thigh until the girl cries out. It's always a strenuous battle, one that Mikasa can't seem to grow accustomed to no matter how many times she tackles it. Her hunger only expands through thrumming veins, an erratic beat that demands more.
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath through her nose in an attempt at calming herself down, but a whiff of Annie's drying blood engulfs Mikasa’s senses, blanketing her mind with newfound appetite. A whine escapes the vampire, lips parting wider over the dripping folds and tongue lapping up as much as it can.
As the pleasure and hunger course through her body in a maddening mix, Mikasa finds her restraint thinning into a brittle line, ready to give way. Her tongue works tirelessly against Annie, lips closing around the pulsing clit and then licking down to the fluttering entrance. She groans loudly, her grip on the girl tight enough for her nails to dig into the tender, tempting flesh.
No matter how much she tries to hold herself back, nothing seems to work as her mouth seems to seek Annie’s body with a mind of its own. She's unable to focus on anything else, eyes glazed over as she looks up at Annie’s quivering form, the way her breasts sway with each twitch and arch. Her gaze remains locked on the pink of Annie’s nipples, still glistening from her spit. The sight is almost hypnotizing, until she looks up at the girl's face, obscured by the way she throws her head back.
Her tantalizing neck is on display, veins spanning across the delicate skin, the permanent bite she left on her weeks ago still reddened. She can hear the pulse underneath, an enticing song playing just for her ears alone. It melds with Annie’s moans into an enchanting melody, trapping Mikasa right between her legs.
She closes her eyes, letting Annie’s irregular heart beat guide her tongue, eating her out with renewed vigor, the wet squelching resounding in the room. A strangled cry escapes Annie, hips suddenly jumping up into Mikasa's eager mouth, and before she knows, her fangs graze the skin of Annie’s folds, tiny drops of crimson flowing within the sweet slick.
Her eyes widen in panic once it hits her tongue. She attempts to pull away, but the sharp gasp that leaves Annie only momentarily stops Mikasa’s ministrations, and then her head is pushed back down with rough hands, strong thighs clamped around her head. Mikasa growls, trying not to dig her fangs any deeper into the sensitive flesh.
She steadies the thighs apart, eyes gleaming wide as she looks up at the desperate need taking over her girlfriend. Her lips close, shielding Annie from her teeth as her nose bumps against the girl’s clit.
“You idiot,” Annie whines in frustration, lifting her head up to glare at Mikasa. “Don't stop.” Her blue eyes sharpen, but the high-pitched demand comes out as a plea more than anything else, especially with the pretty flush all over her cheeks.
Giving Annie a glare back seems suitable when she keeps tugging at her hair, but her hands tremble, just as desperate as Annie is. The sweet taste of her blood runs down her throat, not giving Mikasa a chance to savor it on her tongue. Although she wants to seem unaffected, she knows her pretense is fruitless when Annie can smell her arousal wafting through the air.
Mikasa closes her eyes and curses the hunger within her. She feels a little more than ridiculous every time she drinks from Annie. Hours of her lips closed around the other's neck doesn't seem to be enough, even after feeding to her heart's content.
The longer Mikasa spends around her, the fonder her heart grows, and the monstrously ravenous her appetite becomes. Parts of Mikasa that long have been buried come to light, ones she can't fight off in the face of her nature.
There's still blood trickling from the small cut, little drops that tease Mikasa. After a whimper of her own, she spreads Annie’s legs wider, lips parting before her tongue presses hard between the dripping folds, not letting any tiny bit go to waste. The idea of drinking from such a scandalous place has the ache inside her burn hotter, small sounds muffled against Annie’s pussy when she moans in encouragement.
She's never fed on Annie from anywhere but her neck and wrists, never even considered another possibility when the older girl barely entertains Mikasa's request to drink from her thighs. But the way her moans only get louder from this point on, hands twitching on Mikasa’s head and body trembling on the mattress, it awakens something more primal within the vampire. Her eyes darken, grip painfully tight on the soft flesh as her tongue licks and sucks at the blood-infused slick.
The heady scent of the werewolf's arousal mixed with her heavenly claret roams around Mikasa, overwhelming every sense of hers into a puddle of ardent desires. Her hips press against the mattress, eyebrows furrowing when the cut begins to heal with every lick. She's tempted to dig her fangs back in, but a rational (miraculous) voice resounds in her head, stopping her from going into a blood lust frenzy.
She can't afford to lose herself in Annie, to let herself become an unthinking beast whose thirst remains unquenched.
Annie's hips push up against her face, demanding and greedy, her hands tugging with small gasps and whimpers. Mikasa looks up, eyes glazing over as she watches the other writhe underneath her mouth, swallowing around the last drop of blood and praying it sates her for now, lest she devours her lover whole.
As Mikasa slides her fingers inside the twitching hole, it doesn't take more than a few pumps of her fingers with her lips wrap around Annie’s clit before she comes with a loud gasp, her thighs almost crushing Mikasa’s head. She thrusts against the girl’s g-spot, guiding Annie through her orgasm with teasing licks. Her girlfriend’s sounds grow louder, slick steadily dripping down from her and onto the sheets.
Mikasa’s expression is equally debauched as the girl underneath her when she lifts up, tongue swiping over the blood and juices that cover her chin. She pulls her fingers out, eyes glazed as she takes in Annie’s quivering form, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Mikasa sighs, sitting on her knees to enjoy the sight better, hands rubbing up and down Annie’s trembling thighs.
God, she needs another taste. Just how deep is this pit inside her?
Annie throws a hand over her head, ragged breaths heaving from her. “You freak.” She curses weakly, laying still and pliant.
Smiling softly, Mikasa rolls her eyes as she begins to crawl over Annie’s body, not responding to her weak bait. She hovers atop of the older’s torso, knees spread on each side. A fond smirk warms her face, humming when the corners of Annie's mouth water at the sight of her exposed pussy.
“Get to work, pup.” She whispers, threading a hand through the front of Annie’s hair and pushing it back before she settles on top of her open mouth. Her fingers tighten when Annie eagerly starts to lick, the desire unmistakable regardless of the glare she throws her way.
Free hand on the bed’s headboard, Mikasa starts to roll her hips, closing her eyes in pleasure as she starts to fuck Annie’s face with slow, measured thrusts. The whines and whimpers that leave Annie stoke her pleasure, making her clit pulse on the warm tongue.
“Good girl,” She murmurs with a soft sigh, settling more of her weight down as Annie’s small hands grapple for her thighs. Fire burns through her veins, tempted to just fully sit down on the girl and fuck her face until she's satisfied.
Annie can take it. Despite her small stature, she's still a strong werewolf. What's a little more weight?
Experimentally, Mikasa spreads her knees further, thick thighs pulling her down on Annie, who only whines as her nails scratch at Mikasa's hips. She moans in surprise when Annie’s suckling becomes more eager, making Mikasa thrust harder into her face, grip tight on the headboard.
“Fuck, that's it.” She praises in a rough exhale, her clit pulsing as one of Annie’s hands reach for her breast, the small hand barely able to cover the whole thing. Whimpering, she lets Annie play with her nipple as she rocks her hips, her hole clenching and unclenching whenever Annie’s tongue presses harder.
When she starts itching for another taste of Annie, she grabs the girl’s wrist and pulls it towards her face, licking at her fingers before she sucks two in. Her fangs drag against the digits, moaning around the blood that seeps into her mouth and drips down her throat. It's not enough, it only blazes her pleasure further, hand almost crushing the wood of their bed as she suffocates Annie with her pussy.
Again, this must be divine punishment. No blood should taste this addicting, this heavenly delightful. Especially not the blood of someone like Annie.
Her eyes soften with a smile as she looks down at the blond.
Mikasa’s Annie. The same werewolf that had the nerve to call her a dumb mutt on their first meeting. The same girl who punched her hard enough she almost lost a fang. Despite the swirling possession inside her, she finds her heart thrumming with fondness at Annie laying herself bare and vulnerable, uncaring for how easily Mikasa can drain her now.
Fate will have her at the mercy of Annie’s whims, and she won't have it any other way. Even if Annie annoys her to no end, she will remain irrevocably smitten. Quite dangerous for a vampire like her to be this obsessed with someone, but really, who cares? Mikasa definitely doesn't.
Not when Annie is silently, yet sweetly, begging to be touched again. Ever needy. She will never admit it, will never say please or ask anything of Mikasa, being the proud woman she is. But Mikasa doesn't need words, not when all she sees when she looks down are the teary eyes of a desperate pup.
The sight alone gets Mikasa’s thighs to quiver, a shocked whine leaving her when her orgasm suddenly crashes through her on top of Annie, hand tightening on her delicate wrist. She moans around the fingers, her vagina spasming against Annie's mouth as goosebumps trail over her back, making her arch and for her knees to draw tighter, almost closing around the blond’s head.
When Mikasa pulls off, she falls to the bed with a heavy sigh, legs still trembling as she comes off her high. She pants, laying next to Annie and inhaling every bit of Annie’s aroma around them.
Annie lays on her side, shifting closer to Mikasa with a disheveled look. Although she just came, the ache between Mikasa's thighs renews at the sight of her cum all over Annie's chin and cheeks.
The girl slides closer, placing a hand on Mikasa’s abs, her blue eyes still glinting with desire. “More.” She croaks out, pink lips parted.
Mikasa looks away with a smile she tries to hide. “Ask me nicely.”
Annie’s fucked out expression immediately turns into a glare. “Give me more.” She grits her teeth, jaw clenching.
The vampire simply shrugs.
Staring, Annie remains quiet before she lets out a loud huff and starts to slide away. “Fine then. I'll ask so–”
Mikasa flings up on her knees, grabbing the girl's arm and hauling her back to the bed. The yelp that leaves Annie satisfies her a little, but Mikasa’s gaze remains raging as she climbs up atop of Annie, hands pinning the smaller girl’s body to the mattress.
Her tall frame hovers over her, making quick work of holding Annie’s wrists and keeping them above her head. “Don't you dare finish that thought.” She spits out, grabbing Annie's chin roughly with her free hand.
“Give me what I want then.” Annie grumbles, trying to squirm out of Mikasa’s grip.
Bemusement fills Mikasa’s face. She lets go of her chin and rests an arm by her head, bicep flexing next to Annie's face and skin still littered with healing marks from earlier. Then, she brings her hand down from Annie's wrists and onto her vagina with a light spank, making the girl gasp and arch up. “What do you want?”
Annie whimpers, twitching as she glares at Mikasa, who doesn't budge.
“Y-you,” She huffs. “I want you.”
Mikasa smiles, giving her clit another light slap before she leans closer and captures Annie's lips. She swallows the other’s needy sounds, pushing her tongue down her throat while thrusts two fingers inside of Annie.
“Fu-uck!” Annie drags out inside of Mikasa’s mouth, hands gripping her strong biceps for support. “M-more, harder, Mika.” She whines, spreading her legs further for the younger to settle between properly.
Mikasa hums, licking at Annie’s jaw before she suckles on her neck. “Such a desperate pup.” She whispers as she thrust three fingers inside the shaking girl, her eyes darkening at the sound of Annie’s squelching cunt.
“One would think you're in heat.” Mikasa mocks softly, her mouth closing around Annie’s fluttering pulse as she doubles the force of her fingers, making Annie throw her head back when it hits her g-spot over and over again, body rocking up against the sheets.
When reduced to this state, no condescending words leave Annie, only garbled noises and soft cries as Mikasa gives her exactly what she needs. Now, Annie looks like a meal served on a platter, face flushed, lips parted open and thighs glistening with her slick. Every time her small hands tug and scratch at her, Mikasa’s pleasure only stokes higher, knowing the girl can do better, can truly harm her if she wishes so, but her brain completely melts into a puddle of desperation under Mikasa’s mouth and fingers, unable to do anything except whine for more.
Mikasa licks her way up, tasting the salty tears that drip from Annie’s closed eyes. Her fingers scissor inside, the heel of her palm hitting the werewolf's clit with each rough pass.
“You're gonna squirt for me, baby?” She whispers in Annie’s ear, placing a hot kiss there before she finally sinks her fangs in Annie’s neck right where her mark is, unable to hold herself back any longer.
Both of them moan at that, with Annie's nails sliding against Mikasa’s back, streaking blood in her wake as her hips thrust up erratically.
It doesn't take her long to come, choked, tiny whimpers of Mikasa’s name rushing out of her before she squeals, gushing around the fingers in a thin stream. Mikasa continues to drink from her, eyebrows drawing together as she thrusts harder, faster, wringing every drop out of Annie while she swallows her blood down.
Annie continues to twitch and shake in her arms, making a mess of the bed as Mikasa fucks her through her orgasm. After a few seconds, her thighs clamp around Mikasa's arm, oversensitive and weak. She slumps on the bed, high-pitched gasps leaving her as Mikasa withdraws her fangs.
Licking her lips clean, Mikasa leans up to watch Annie, letting the girl slump on the bed as she takes her fingers out of her spasming cunt. Her eyes roam over the quivering body, satisfied with her work when Annie seems to be positively drained. She places a hand on her stomach, uncaring for how wet it still is. Annie almost begins to purr when she rubs her skin, a gentle smile breaking on her face before she places a kiss to Annie's damp cheek.
“You did so well, what a good pup.” She pecks Annie’s closed eyes.
Annie grumbles despite her exhaustion. “Stop calling me that.”
“No.” Mikasa responds simply, placing a final kiss to Annie's temple before she stands up. Her girlfriend mumbles a few cuss words, and she ignores it as she makes her way to the bathroom.
There, she prepares a hot bath, making sure there are enough towels for the two before making her way back. She smiles when she sees Annie still recovering, fondness and possession alike brimming inside her. How can she help it? Annie is too damn cute when she's not running her mouth.
When she hoists the girl up, Annie immediately begins to complain. “I can walk.” She growls, her face flushed into an embarrassed frown.
Mikasa doesn't respond, only smiling to herself as she walks into the bathroom. It's almost unbelievable, this grumpy little thing is also the same wolf that's capable of taking on an entire pack by herself. But Mikasa doesn't need to sing praise for Annie's strength, she's got enough ego as it is.
Once washed up, they both get in the hot tub, with Mikasa’s arms wrapped around Annie from behind, her hold tight and steady as she nuzzles into her neck. Annie only sighs and lets her, eyes closed in exhaustion and body relaxed against Mikasa’s.
Fingers splaying across Mikasa’s forearm, Annie cracks an eye open as she speaks with a low voice. “I should be the one calling you a puppy. You're so fucking clingy.”
Mikasa smiles into her neck, placing a kiss to the permanent bite on Annie, grazing her lips against the tiny dents. A satisfied hum leaves her when the girl shivers. “I'm not clingy.” She murmurs. “I just…like you. I like you a lot.”
Annie tenses in her hold, letting out a disgruntled huff. “Shut up, idiot.”
Mikasa’s smile widens, and her arms tighten around Annie as she pulls her back. “Save your energy.” She orders with a slight teasing edge, hands kneading the flesh of Annie's hips.
“I'm not letting you feed again.” Annie responds with a monotonous voice.
Nuzzling further into her neck, Mikasa only gives her a small kiss, not taking her threat seriously. She knows Annie will let her, she can hear it in the flutter of her heartbeat.
Whether Annie is some sort of karmic debt catching up to Mikasa or a gift from the divine, that's something for her to figure out along their journey together. Either way, she chooses to hold on to her a little harder now.