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The first thing Masaki felt when she woke up was pain. Usually she felt pain before she fell asleep. Her eyes from her excessive amount of screentime; her back from being hunched over like a shrimp while she edited for hours at a time; and her head from a combination of stress, lack of sleep, and caffeine. But waking up in pain? That was a bit different.
The pain pooled deep inside the lower portion of Masaki’s stomach. It was steady and constant with a rare moment where it would stab her before mulling back to its steady dosage of discomfort. It was a pain Masaki had not felt in a few years, not since she had started birth control. But why would she be feeling the pain of cramps when she had been on the pill for years and it had always made her periods nothing more than a little light spotting and no pain?
As soon as Masaki ran that question through her mind, she had the answer. “Fuck, noooooo,” She whined, bolting up in bed and quickly throwing her green blanket off herself. The crotch of her blue pajama pants were stained with dark blood, as was the space on her sheets right under her.
Masaki had been so busy these past few weeks planning video content, filming, and editing the raw footage for MayoPunch that she had begun to forget to take her birth control. Worse than that, she didn’t even think to call in the prescription. So she had no pills for the upcoming month to stop her next period.
Now with her body no longer being held back by the effects of her birth control, Masaki was remembering just why she got on birth control in the first place. The amount of blood staining her pants and her sheets (undoubtedly her mattress and her blanket as well) and the pain deep inside her was enough to make her want to die on the spot. But the stained sheets and the pain Masaki was in was not the worst thing about her current situation.
Masaki had four vampires for roommates… and she was suffering from a heavy period.
She was absolutley fucked.
“Oh, shit,” Masaki muttered, her head in her hands. She had never really had much of a period in her short time living at Banpai Manor, she had never anticipated having one there. However, there was nothing she could do about it now. She bled in her bed and she needed to lie in it.
Truth be told, Masaki wasn’t worried about Fu or Ichiko or even Tokage.
She was worried about Live.
Live, the girl who would do anything for just the promise of Masaki’s blood. The girl who initially started working to get the MayoPunch channel to a million subscribers just so she could suck Masaki dry… Live, the vampire who had proclaimed more than once that Masaki had the tastiest and best smelling blood she had ever encountered.
Yeah, Masaki was fucked.
It wasn’t that Masaki was scared of Live per se. But still… Masaki was bleeding a lot, she wasn’t sure what she would do if Live sniffed out her period. Would Live even be able to control herself?
“Of course she would,” Masaki reassured herself. Live wasn’t like that. None of the vampires at Banpai Manor were like that, like the bloodthirsty vampires in old movies who were merciless and killed just to satisfy their hunger. They received a weekly shipment of blood for Christ’s sake, they didn’t hunt or do anything of the spooky sort!
But why was Masaki so nervous? It wasn’t like she wanted Live to react to her blood, did she? Of course Masaki knew that Live was into her. It was painfully obvious to literally anyone and everyone, but she was too busy trying to reach her goal of a million subs. If she got distracted in any sort of relationship, she’d never have the ambition or the time to keep up with her work for the channel. Still, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel something , some sort of thrill that came when she tempted Live with her blood to do something.
Maybe Masaki did want Live to react to her blood. It was weird, yes… But Live’s affections were all that Masaki had been receiving since she was canceled and booted from the Hype-Sisters channel. It felt good to be liked, to be wanted . Even if it was just for her blood. Maybe Masaki let the affection go to her head, maybe it made her develop a crush on Live, and maybe it even made her want to let Live drink her dry and crush her shriveled up corpse against her forehead like a beer can.
But Masaki would be crazy to let herself even think about giving into… well, absolutely any of that. She had a job. She had to get the MayoPunch channel to a million subscribers, now not just for the sake of her own ego, but to save Banpai Manor.
Sighing, Masaki braced herself and slowly got out of bed. She could feel the blood that had pooled inside her begin to trickle out of her. It felt so gross. She felt gross. It had been so long since she had had a real period.
“I’ll just grab a shower,” Masaki told herself as she stripped her bed as quickly as she could. She frowned at the large blood stain she managed to get on her mattress. “I’ll clean up all this mess and grocery order some tampons online.” She balled her sheets up and wrapped her blanket around them to hide the blood. She didn’t have anything to hide the blood all over her pants, but if she ran to the bathroom, then Masaki figured no one would see her. “Then I just have to manage to avoid Live for a bit.”
That, however, was easier said than done.
Just as Masaki gathered all of her dirty bedding and waddled to her door (in a failed attempt to try and hold some of her flow in until she could make it to the bathroom), she opened it just in time to see Live walking by.
As soon as Masaki opened her door, Live’s head spun around to face her.
Live began to say hello, but then she stopped. The human and vampire stared at each other for a terribly tense second. Their eyes locked as neither of them moved even an inch.
Masaki felt her heart begin to beat faster. She watched as Live’s pupil’s nearly doubled in size and her face grew darker. She smelled it. She smelled the blood.
“Masaki-” Live began. Her voice was breathy and her fangs protruded as she spoke. “You smell- you smell so good.” She cooed quietly, her eyes still locked on Masaki.
“I-” Masaki wanted to tell Live to move. She wanted to brush past her like this was nothing at all and to make the poor vampire whine and cry as she begged for her blood. But Masaki couldn’t say a word. Her mouth lulled open and her tongue felt dry. From Live’s blown, animalistic eyes, to her sharp fangs… Masaki couldn’t take her eyes off her.
Before Masaki could even register it, Live had broached the small distance between them in less than a second. Live was taller than her, and the vampire placed her hand on the wall above Masaki’s head so she could comfortably lean in and take a slow inhale from next to Masaki’s neck.
“So, good. So, sweet.” Live muttered. Her breath was hot against Masaki’s neck. “Oh, Masaki, I want your blood so bad.” Her voice now began to hold that whining quality Masaki was used to with Live. “You’re on your monthly? Please, please, please, let me have just a taste. I’ll do anything.”
Live begging brought Masaki back to her senses. She blinked and regained herself, although partially. Live looked absolutely ravenous, that look turned Masaki on more than she would have liked to admit.
“Anything?” Masaki asked, now finding her voice.
Live nodded eagerly. “I’m so tired of drinking the bagged blood when you’re right here. It tastes like plastic and it’s cold.” She said, “You’re so warm and I know you’ll taste better than anything I’ve ever had.” Live began to nose the crook of Masaki’s neck once more.” She was putting it on heavy now, trying much harder than she had before. “It wouldn’t hurt, I promise. I’d be so good for you, Masaki.”
A shiver ran down Masaki’s spine. Live’s words had her feeling absolutely breathless. She wanted her mouth on her neck, her fangs sinking into her flesh, her tongue lapping at her blood. But Masaki couldn’t allow that, not yet.
Reaching up, Masaki grabbed Live’s collar and pulled her down to her level. “You’re not biting my neck.”
The whine Live let out was enough for Masaki’s legs to go wobbly beneath her. Thank God she had her door to lean up against. “You’re not biting my neck,” She continued, “But I will let you clean me up.” Masaki dropped her voice at this point, not wanting the others in the house to hear her.
A brief look of confusion crossed Live’s face. It took Masaki dropping her bloodied bedding and revealing her red, stained PJ trousers for her to realize what was being said to her. “Please.” Live whined.
Hand still on Live’s collar, Masaki forgot about her laundry and her shower, and instead pulled the vampire into her bedroom. With her eyes locked with Live's, she ended up stumbling back and falling into her bloody bed with Live right on top of her.
It was as close as the two had ever been. Both of them were breathing heavily. Live's knee was between Masaki's soiled trousers and her arms were on either side of her head.
It was almost too much for Masaki. The closeness. “The door.” She wanted to tell Live to shut it while she was still in the right state of mind to think. “Shut the door.”
Again, with an inhuman speed, the door was shut and Live was back on top of Masaki before she could even blink. The girl sure could move fast when she wanted to…
“So, you'll let me clean you up?” Live asked eagerly. Her knee moved slightly higher into Masaki's crotch. “I'll be so good, I promise you won't even feel my fangs.”
“I know you'll be good.” Masaki smiled. Her face felt hot. This whole situation felt like one of her dreams she'd have before waking up and taking a cold shower of guilt. “You're so good to me, you always do anything I say.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Live whined. She let her head down, pressing it against Masaki's shoulder. She sniffed her as her shaking hands held her body up and over the human. “Anything. I'll do anything for you, Masaki.”
This was what Masaki loved. The praise, the adoration, having someone who would do whatever she wanted without complaint. All she needed was a little leverage, all she needed was a little blood.
As she wrapped her arms around Live's neck, Masaki mumbled, “Good girl.”
That's all it took for Live to literally melt into Masaki. Her arms gave out on either side of Masaki and she began greedily kissing and licking Masaki's neck and shoulder.
The sudden action was enough to have Masaki gasping. Her grip around Live's neck tightened and she whined at the pleasant warmth on her neck. When Live’s fangs gently scraped her flesh, Masaki couldn't help the moan that escaped her. She wanted her mouth everywhere, all over here.
“Smell so good. So good.” Live whispered to herself in-between kisses to Masaki's neck. She was so determined to get at every part of Masaki's chest that she accidently ended up ripping her shirt at the neck. Her lips pressed against every artery, every vein that she could find under Masaki's skin. And teasing not just herself, but Masaki too, Live raked her fangs against them. Pressing just enough for it to pinch, but never to break the skin. “I need it, I need you so bad.”
Masaki didn't notice or care that her shirt had ripped. It was an old shirt, one of the original Hype-Sisters pieces of merchandise. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was Live and how good her mouth felt.
“Take me,” Masaki urged, her breath was shallow. “Clean me up, my blood is yours. Have as much of it as you want.”
Live looked at Masaki for a split second, there was a fire in her eyes and an eager grin on her face. She wasted no time in moving down Masaki's body, placing her hands on the human’s thighs. Her sharp nails bit into the fabric of Masaki's trousers as she panted like a dog over Masaki's bloodied crotch. Live put her face against Masaki's crotch and deeply breathed in the scent of her blood.
“So good, so good, so good.” Live muttered to herself. She reached for the hem or Masaki's trousers, but hesitated before meeting her eyes. “Are you sure?” She asked. Despite how much she wanted Masaki's blood, she still asked for consent. “Vampires need an invitation, remember?” She smirked.
The joke was almost enough for Masaki to call the entire thing off and kick Live out of her room. Almost. She groaned out of annoyance and for the need for Live to eat her out already.
Throwing her head back on to her pilllow, Masaki grumbled, “You have my formal consent to undress me and to fuckin’ eat me out already.” She glanced up at Live. “Happy?”
Live's grin widened. “Yes,” She giggled breathlessly and pulled Masaki's trousers and her panties down to her knees in one swift tug. Her nails raked against Masaki's skin as she did this, causing her skin to rise with red claw marks.
The suddenness of it all made Masaki gasp. Despite how much she loved tormenting Live with the idea of her blood and much she did want this, it was too much. She covered her face with her hands and breathed shallowly, feeling like her whole body was shaking. Acting tough and indifferent to Live's advances was one thing, but actually giving her her blood… It had her feeling embarrassed.
“Consider it an advance,” Masaki said, peeking through her fingers to look at Live.
Having just finished with fully pulling off Masaki's trousers and her underwear, Live shot the human a confused glance. “An advance?”
“A blood advance.” Masaki elaborated. Now that her lower half was naked, she was even more embarrassed. Bloody and exposed, she put her legs together. “You've worked um… really hard making videos and learning how to edit them. So, you can have this as a little taste for what you'll get once you finally get me to a million subs.”
“I'll edit all the videos you want, I'll film and be in anything to get you there, Masaki!” Live's voice was full of excitement. She placed her hands atop Masaki's knees. “I'll get you there, we'll get there together and then I'll finally drain you.”
As she spoke, Live parted Masaki’s legs. She then moved her hands along Masaki's thighs and pushed them to the side so that Masaki's cunt was within full view.
Although she no longer had her eyes covered, Masaki did keep a hand over her mouth. She didn't want to let on how much she might enjoy this… What the hell, she was going to enjoy this. It had been ages since she had gotten any action. Her romantic relationship with Kikka and Otomi had long since fizzled out even before the ‘drama’ that resulted in her being booted from the Hype-Sisters channel. So, for the longest time Masaki's most intimate partners were her hand and her purple vibrator.
Despite how much Masaki knew Live wanted to eat her out, the vampire took the longest time savouring the smell of her bloody cunt.
“You're so bloody,” Live cooed as she spread Masaki's lips. “So heavy. Vampires don't get periods.”
Feeling her face burn at how intently Live was just admiring her pussy, Masaki was beginning to get irritated. “Well, this is the last period I'm having. I forgot to keep up on my birth control, and I am definitely getting back on it after this. So, enjoy eating me out while you can.”
“I guess I'll just have to make it last.” Live said. She then put her hands together, bowing her head slightly while still looking at Masaki. “Thank you for the meal.”
Masaki didn't have the time to groan at how stupid that remark was, because the next thing she knew Live was eating her out like she was starving.
Live's tongue was skilled. Skilled. Swiping down the folds of her labia and wrapping around Masaki's clit. It felt longer than it should have been, but Masaki couldn't look. All she could do was squeeze her eyes tightly. One of her fists was grabbing at the edge of her mattress while the other immediately found Live's hair,
“You're so sweet, Masaki.” Panted Live, resurfacing for air after a moment. “So tasty. Your blood really is the best.”
Masaki managed to peek at Live, the sight of her blood around Live’s lips and smearing on her chin did something to Masaki. It felt like her heart had skipped directly into her throat. Why was the sight of her like that so hot? Why did it make Masaki want to kiss her stupid face so Live would be quiet? Why did it make her wet even without her period soaking her?
Live licked her lips, her pink tongue running over her sharp canines. It did look longer than normal. Maybe it grew when Live fed? Masaki had no idea, all she knew was that she wanted it inside her.
With her fist in Live's hair, Masaki gripped it roughly and pushed Live's face back towards her cunt. “Keep going before I change my mind.” She said, knowing damn well she would not be changing her mind.
Live went back to work eating Masaki out without further complaint. Her nails dug into the soft skin of Masaki's inner thighs, breaking the skin while her tongue discovered every single sensitive nerve in Masaki's cunt. Once she was content with sucking and licking Masaki's folds and her clit, she didn't hesitate to travel inside her cunt with her tongue. Her greedy tongue sunk into Masaki's pussy, not only lapping at the blood inside her but pleasuring Masaki’s sensitive insides.
“Oh, fuck,” Masaki breathed. Her other hand found Live's hair. If that's what Live's tongue was like, she couldn't imagine what Live could do with her inhuman strength and a strap.
Live's tongue was thorough in its assault of Masaki’s pussy. It dove deeper inside her than Masaki's fingers ever could, and the way it fucked her. Jesus Christ. Maybe having her periods again wouldn't be so bad if this is what she got from them.
It felt like Live's tongue was pulsating in her as it pressed deep inside Masaki’s cunt while Live's face grew bloodier and bloodier from pressing into Masaki's still bloody pussy. Live would occasionally switch from tongue fucking Masaki to ravishing her clit, sucking on it hard while she now finger fucked Masaki.
Because of how long it had been since she had had a real sexual partner and how stressed Masaki was, it didn't take her long to orgasm. She was finally pushed over the edge while Live rubbed her clit between two bloody fingers and fucked her with her tongue.
It felt so strangely good cumming on Live's tongue. She could feel her cunt squeezing the soft, wet organ inside of her. Picturing Live's tongue inside of her only added fuel to the fire burning inside her. Masaki's moans grew high and she couldn't help how her legs instinctively wrapped around Live's face, squeezing her head between her thighs with all of her might as her orgasm beat throughout her entire body.
“Live, Live,” Masaki cried, her thighs shaking around Live's face. “You're such a good girl, a good girl. Fuck.”
The lack of air and the threat of Masaki’s thighs squeezing her head like a grape did nothing to deter Live from her meal. She diligently fucked Masaki through her orgasm, only stopping once Masaki's cunt stopped pulsating and the human no longer had a death grip on her head.
Once she was able to, Live pulled away. Her face was now stained red with Masaki's blood and was shiny with spit, and Masaki's other juices. She gasped for breath, eyes full of awe as she looked at a flustered Masaki with her arm half over her face. “I love how you squeeze my tongue,” She said. “And you pushed more blood into my mouth, I love eating it straight out of you.”
The sheer amount of mess on Live's face was almost enough for Masaki’s to laugh. However, her orgasm only brought on a fresh wave of cramps. The pain was back and she felt tired, although better now that she had cummed. Some of the tension in her lower belly was gone, but her legs, pussy, and even her ass felt so wet with spit and blood that she felt gross. Masaki couldn't imagine the mess she had made on her bare mattress.
“Yeah-” Much of Masaki’s arousal was gone now. She gently pushed Live away and closed her legs. It felt good to her, too, but she wasn't going to admit that. If Live didn't get that when she literally came on her tongue, then she didn't need to be told.
As Masaki pushed her away, Live didn't fight. All she did was scoot back on the bed and watch as the human gingerly stood up and began to pull on her dirty pajama pants once more. “Are we done already?” She asked, not hiding her disappointment. “Your period should be for a bit longer, right? Or did you not like-”
“Of course I liked it,” Masaki grumbled as she looked at the rips Live had put in her PJ shirt. “It just made my cramps come back,” She said, turning to look at Live. “Cumming- it makes them just come back, but… before that it helps them and feels good.”
“I can help again if you'd like!” Live sat criss-cross on Masaki’s bed. She seemed more eager than ever. Now that she finally had a taste of Masaki’s blood, she wanted more. Her face was still a mess, however, and it was hard for Masaki to take her seriously when she had blood smeared all over herself like that. “And I won't be as quick to make cum so you'll feel better longer.”
Hearing Live say that she was essentially going to edge her made Masaki shiver in anticipation. “Maybe,” She said, knowing damn well that she was going to take Live up on her offer later. “But right now I feel disgusting. Maybe if you do my laundry for me while I'm in the shower and online order me some tampons I'd be open to thinking about it.”
Live’s face lit up and her pink wings sprouted from her back. “Of course!” She jumped up from the bed, now floating in the air excitedly. She kicked her feet like a teenage girl on the phone with her crush. “I'll even clean up your mattress for you!” She then zoomed back down to the bed and kneeled in front of the bloodstain on the mattress, her mouth open.
“Not like that you won't.” Masaki quickly said.
Live turned to look at Masaki with the biggest puppy-dog eyes she had ever seen. “But why not?” She asked, mouth still open.
Grimacing, Masaki shook her head. “Because it's gross. If I'm going to let you-” She hesitated, “Give you a blood advance for the subscriber count, then it's going to happen on my terms. ” She pointed at the dark spot on her mattress. “That's outside of my terms.”
Although Live looked a bit disappointed, she nodded. “Alright,” She hopped off the bed. “You shower up then and I'll get everything cleaned up. I can even ask Ichiko to make something special for you.”
Feeling her heart flutter, Masaki just nodded and looked away from Live. She had to shower, she felt disgusting. “That sounds good.” She turned away and moved towards her bedroom door.
“And maybe even later-” Live interrupted Masaki's leaving, slightly nervous. “We could watch a movie or something?” She smiled. “Or you can rest and I can edit some of the videos we have in our drafts.”
With her hand on the doorknob, Masaki hesitated. They really needed to get out as many interesting videos as possible, there was a real fire under their ass to meet their subscriber goal. But wasn't it Masaki being too serious and being too obsessed with views and subscribers that ultimately led to her falling out with Otomi and Kikka?
“Just don't pick a stupid movie,” She said, finally opening the door.
As Masaki left the room to shower, Live silently rejoiced on her bed.