“What if I want to stay here tonight?” Himiko’s voice was low, barely a whisper, yet loud as can be, a shiver running up my spine as her breath brushed past my ear.

At the store, no, even before that, there’d been faint undertones. Easy to throw on the backburner when we were out in public and with one of our classmates. By the time we got back here, we settled into our usual hanging out so quickly that’d any of the usual subtext and undertones of two teens in our situation just didn’t pop up.

Or maybe I was so caught up with cooking, studying, and thinking about the whole USJ thing to notice it.

I craned my head around, coming face to face with Himiko, a slight blush dusting her cheeks, but that teasing smile of hers distinctly missing.

It was impossible to miss in a situation like this.

If-No, screw it. This wasn’t the time to be overthinking. If Himiko was being this straightforward, I was going to do the same and go with the flow.

We were on the same page here.

“And do what?” I asked, spinning the chair around to fully face and look up at her, Himiko stepping back for a moment. Just a moment. Her face reddened further, reflecting the same heat I was ignoring in favor of matching her, and her usual playful smile found its way across her face, confidence growing.

We both knew full well we were headed towards uncharted territory we couldn’t just step back from.

Even so, with her growing confidence, she moved forward, her hands settling on my shoulders while mine steadied her by her slim hips, Himiko taking a seat on my lap.

“~Whatever we want~” She said, using her hold to pull me a little closer. “There’s no one around to tell us what we can’t do.”

By this point our breaths against one another, Himiko hovering close as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I moved forward, closing what little distance between us.

Her lips were soft and the kiss tender.

I pulled back, parting us for a moment.

Face even redder, Himiko was the one to start the next, the kiss lasting much longer. Those first few were experimental, both of us getting a feel for things. The next changed that. Soft lips fully pressed onto mine, Himiko let her eyes fall close, pressing into the kiss as much as she was pulling me towards her and I followed her lead, closing my eyes and focusing all my attention on her.

It didn’t take me long to notice the subtly growing part in her lips. The moment I did the same, Himiko pounced on the chance to push things further, her tongue flicking out between us and into my mouth. It felt more ticklish than anything to have her running her way through it but the shiver the foreign sensations summoned up was enough to spur me on to do the same.

Our tongues met, pressing and rubbing against each other before sliding past, mine slipping into her mouth.

I winced. At the same time a familiar but still intoxicating sweetness filled my mouth.

In hindsight I definitely should’ve expected this.

Despite Himiko’s slight resistance to it, her lips following mine, I pulled back, separating us, our heavy breaths brushing against one another. Alongside the trail of saliva that still connected us, blood was mixed in, bits of its staining her lips and no doubt mine. I could already feel the cut on my tongue, courtesy of recklessly running it along her teeth, healing from the small bit of her blood that I just ingested.

No surprise that we ended up cutting each other.

“More.” Himiko demanded between her breaths. Hot but-

“Stick out your tongue.” I ordered. She listened without a moment of hesitation, showing her tongue. Even hotter. Shaking off that distraction, I focused on the small cut she’d gotten from my own teeth and, thankfully, it was already healing. Healing Fluids at work.

If she'd already picked up on the effect of my blood by now, she didn’t care, Himiko eagerly slipping her tongue back into my mouth as I moved forward, our makeout session picked back up, this time accented by the sweet taste of blood. It was definitely odd but for the two of us, even if I didn’t make a habit out of drinking blood for pleasure the way she did, what should’ve been painful and bitter only added to things.

The hands on my shoulders moved, wrapping into a hug around me, her soft boobs pressing against my chest and her lower body beginning to shuffle around, until she found and began to grind herself atop my already rock hard member.

These clothes were in the way.

We were of the same mind, Himiko hands dropping to reach for the buttons of my shirt at the same time I started to undo hers, our kisses stopping at times only to start back up just as quickly, more nicks along our tongues throwing the sting of pain and no small amount of blood into the mix.

Soon enough, both my shirt and undershirt, and hers alongside her black bra, were tossed aside. Top half naked, her slim athletic form was on full display for me, her pert breasts moving with the rise and fall of her chest. Mouth a little bloodied, tongue snaking out to lick at it, she was smiling, face flusher than ever.

“You look a pervert. A hot one.” I couldn’t help but point out.

“I’m your pervert.” She said rather than trying to deny that title as she shifted in closer, hands dropping towards my chest.

Mine, huh? Impossible not to feel anything after hearing something like that.

I raised a hand, palming one of her breasts. It had weight to it, yet, as I squeezed it, it proved to be nothing but soft. Himiko moaned into my mouth through the kiss we started back up, the sound revibrating through us as her hands moved, running across my chest while her lower half continued to grind against his member.

Soon her wandering hands, pressing against and tracing my muscles went lower.

While she dipped her hands beneath my waistband, we started another kiss and I reached up with my other hand, letting her balance herself. Pressing her breasts together, I trailed towards their respective centers, running over the pink areola. Her nipples were hard, flicking back after my finger passed them.

I’d known it with how much she liked to press herself against me, but even if Himiko wasn’t the biggest around, she had nice firm set of boobs.

As I palmed and kneaded them, Himiko’s breaths picked up, her hands, having found their way past both my pants and boxers, grasping tight around my dick, her soft fingers running along its length. Composed as she was being, it’s obvious that she was sensitive.

That realization only motivated me further, special attention to her reactions. Soon enough my squeezes and pressing were focused on specific spots, Himiko’s face flush; however, despite my best efforts I couldn’t quite complete my self-assigned objective: bringing her to a climax with just a bit of foreplay.

Well, you know what they say. You’ve got to use the right tool for the job.

Kiss ended, a low moan of surprise left her when I leaned her back a bit and took one of her nipples into his mouth, lightly sucking the pink bud while swirling my tongue around it. Between lingering embarrassment and the breathless makeout session, she’d built up bits of sweat though I paid the salty bitterness little mind, spreading the reach of my tongue beyond her areola. At the same time, I used my now free hands to wrap around her waist, hugging her close.

Himiko was all for the change in approach, moans growing louder. At the same time, her exploring hands, one finding and following the veins of my dick while the other palm and rubbed the head, still getting a feel for me, once again tightened, shivers racing up my back.

She tensed. Then a particularly muted moan left her, Himiko’s movements halting. After a few seconds she eased back up while I pulled back from her breasts. A dazed look was spread across her face.

Mission accomplished, I’d say. All the knowledge that came with that sutra skill was coming in handy.

“Not fair.” She pouted. As high as she’d been for that release, she managed to look annoyed through her flustered face. “Why does this all feel so good? I can’t focus at all.”

Not sure that was something to complain about.

“I might’ve imagined this once or twice.” I admitted. “Mental training is a real thing.”

“And you call me the pervert.”

“I guess you rubbed off on me.”

“I’m rubbing off on you, alright.” She said with a little giggle, moving her hips a bit. She leaned forward again, starting a kiss that she quickly ended, both hands pulled out from beneath my waistband. “I bet you imagined this too, perv.”

Raising herself, Himiko got off me only to drop herself to her knees between my legs, pants and boxers pulled down with her. My dick sprang free, settling right in front of her gaze, the room’s cool air wrapping around it.  Teasingly she came close, soft lips brushing against the tip before adjusting herself and pressing her cheek against it.

“I know I have.”  She added, staring straight up into my eyes. This whole new levels of sexy that wasn’t at all prepared for, my heart skipping a beat.

My breath caught in my throat soon after, Himiko moving before I could find anything to say to that, soft lips pressing a kiss to the tip before she leaned forward, the head disappearing into her mouth. Hot and wet, the contrast between it and the cold room sent more shivers right up my spine, enhanced by her tongue teasingly flicking out and licking at the precum that’d built up during all the foreplay.

But that was only the start.

“You’re sho biiig.” Her muffled voice revibrated through me, my toes curling as she took in more and more of my dick. The head, a quarter, the half point. She stopped there, a combination of light sucking and her lapping tongue keeping the pleasure going, thankfully careful about her teeth. That was only a momentary pause, Himiko’s hands raised and placed on my legs as she picked her descent back up.

This time she didn’t pause, the entirety of my member disappearing into the hot wetness of her mouth and settling atop her tongue. Despite the fact that at this point she’d taken me in well past her mouth, my length resting in the tightness of her throat, she didn’t gag or hesitant, once again gazing up into my eyes with a look I couldn’t even begin to describe.

Just what kind of imagining and preparing did she do to manage something like this?

As if all that were just some prelude to get a feel for things Himiko pulled all the back, tightened her hold on me, then began to bob her head on my deck. Between her tongue, the growing suction and her earnest movements, it took everything not to cum right then and there, my hold on the chair’s armrest tightening as she forced sounds I never would’ve thought myself making right out of me.

That resistance was especially difficult whenever she stopped to deepthroat me and gaze up at me as if urging me to come right then and there.

Eventually she pulled back to the tip, releasing it with a wet pop.

“Come on and cum already.” She complained, while flicking her tongue out to lick at the tip. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting. I need this.”

And just like that, my resistance crumbled.

The moment she sealed her lips around my tip again, a twitch latter and rush of the cum she demanded came rushing out. And rushing out. And rushing. I released more than I ever had in my life, yet Himiko kept right up with it, seal kept in place and not a single drop allowed to escape as she gulped down load after load.

It felt like forever had passed by the time I stopped.

Once again releasing my still twitching dick with a pop, Himiko released her hold on me, pulling back. Opening her mouth, she revealed a remaining mouthful, before very visibly savoring it as she drunk it down.

“You taste so good.” Himiko said between breaths, the expression she always had when she went from drinking to fully indulging in my blood.

“Where’d you even learn to do that?” I asked, struggling to catch my own breath.

“You have your mental training or whatever.” Himiko said, that more questionable smile of hers coming back. “And I had your blood.”

“You’re joking.”

“Your body’s really amazing, Katsu. Did you know you’re flexible enough to-“

“You can stop right there.” I cut her off, Himiko giggling to herself. This was Himiko so I couldn’t say I was surprised that she was using her transformations to get up to weird stuff in private but there were some mental images I could do without.

…I wasn’t going to complain about what that weird stuff made possible though.

Himiko leaned forward again, affectionally nuzzling my softening member with her cheek before quickly bringing me back to full mast with a combination of light kisses, licks, and sucks. It was tempting to let her have another go at it, but I also wanted to move beyond just foreplay.

Not before satisfying my own curiosity though.

“Get on the bed.” I said gesturing towards. “Since you’re always talking about my tongue-“ In a flash Himiko abandoned her place between my legs, sitting her on the edge of my and looking over at me as she laid back. “-let’s see if it lives up to your expectations.” I finished with a shake of my head.

This girl was something else.

XOXO

(A/N: Toga truly gets up to freaky stuff on her own timing.

Anyways, the I guess, blood play, made this whole thing a bit longer than I expected and I still need to edit a bunch more stuff so this R-18 content is a two parter and, believe or not, will naturally move a certain plotline or two, or three forward in specific ways.

Either look forward to or dread the next chapter. Honestly it feels like its been forever since I wrote anything like this so we'll see how it all turns out once its all complete. Surprisingly, despite the gooner that exists within my soul, I'm more excited to finally get done editing the chapter that comes right after these two.)