NAPE - 125

Side Story 36

“More, more... give me more... Doyoon, that feels good...”

Bibi spread her legs and brought Doyoon’s hand to her pants. Doyoon, who had been fervently sucking at her breast, let out a low chuckle and slipped his long fingers into her thin panties.

Bibi’s clitoris was already wet with arousal. He felt a pleased sensation as he slowly swam through the sticky ocean. He gently kneaded and loosened the tightly interlocked flesh.

Bibi’s spine tingled. The nipple in his mouth hardened further. Doyoon rolled his tongue, his eyes moving upwards. Bibi’s face, flushed red like a fruit, was incredibly beautiful. Her unfocused eyes and slightly parted lips, revealing her soft tongue between them...

The reason this position was so good was that he could more closely witness her reactions. Doyoon, who had been stimulating her sensitive inner parts, impatiently pulled down Bibi’s pants, then lowered his own zipper. It had been too long, leaving no room for leisure. He wanted to combine quickly, so quickly.

The pent-up desire threatened to explode from his body. Ah, it was a good thing I cultivated patience. In the shower room of the London hotel, he had almost done something truly bad.

From his pants, a monstrously sized cock, like a python, slid out with a twitch. Ripe and engorged, it dripped clear fluid. Its appearance was as enchanting and stimulating as Doyoon’s face.

Bibi reached out and grasped his heavy, hot erection. It was so thick and long that even two hands felt insufficient. She moved her hands up and down, stimulating his core. A small gasp escaped Doyoon’s lips.

“I’ll be good from now on.” Bibi whispered, looking at Doyoon with an alluring face. “So please let me bite, okay?”

“Let’s see how good you are.”

Doyoon, losing a bit of his composure, lifted Bibi’s thigh. Pushing her panties aside, he slowly inserted the tip of his glans into her plump vulva, like a mussel. Bibi wrapped her arms around Doyoon’s neck, letting out soft moans as she slowly accepted him.

Come to think of it, this was the first time they had inserted without kissing first. They were that desperate. They were so excited that they skipped all the playful teasing and went straight to the main event.

“Hah...”

When his cock was completely buried in her soft flesh, it felt indescribably good. It had been so long that the stimulation was stronger than usual. Doyoon bit his lip, held Bibi’s waist, and slowly pushed back and forth. Bibi also knelt on the car seat, flexibly pulling her hips back and forth repeatedly.

For her to move her hips herself, it was quite commendable. The sticky sound of their flesh intertwining echoed in the car. Doyoon and Bibi lowered their heads, gazing at their perfectly interlocked cock and vulva. Both had no body hair, so the skin contact with each thrust felt as chewy and smooth as mixing rice cakes in water.

“Ugh...!”

Doyoon lowered his head and covered Bibi’s lips with his own. He exhaled roughly with excitement and relentlessly tormented her small, cute tongue. Bibi struggled but clung to Doyoon, not letting go of the arms wrapped around his neck. Doyoon spread Bibi’s buttocks and thrust his hips wildly.

“Ah, ahh, ugh, hng...! Ah!”

High-pitched cries sounded as if they would melt his eardrums. The sticky mucous membranes clinging and detaching were addictive. His thrusting became so fierce it could be considered a full-on sprint.

“Do-Doyoon... so good... Ugh, hng, ah!”

Bibi lost her mind with each electrifying thrust of his hard, erect cock against her vulva. The force with which he thrust his hips upward was so strong that she worried her head might break through the car’s ceiling from the recoil. While trying to brace herself against the ceiling with one hand, she was utterly overwhelmed by the feeling of his penetrating cock.

“Aah, mm! Aaah! Ah! Hng, Doyoon, so good...! Hmph!”

Doyoon’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and his eyes blazed like a hawk’s. His neatly styled hair was disheveled, and the cock exposed from beneath his tidy clothes was incredibly erotic. Even though Bibi possessed him, she wanted to completely own him.

“Let me drink your blood, I want to drink. I want to drink. Please?” Bibi instinctively tightened her lower body and whispered.

“Hah... Say you love me.” Doyoon commanded. Bibi eagerly nodded vigorously.

“I love you, I love you Doyoon, hyaa, ah!”

Doyoon smiled broadly and bit Bibi’s lip.

“You have to say ‘jagi’ too, don’t you? We decided on a pet name.”

“Ugh, hng... But Do-Doyoon doesn’t call me ‘honey’ either...”

“It doesn’t feel natural on my tongue. And I just prefer calling you by your name.”

“Then I won’t, either... Hng, ahh!”

“You’ll say ‘jagi’.”

“Let me drink... jagi.”

As Bibi nodded and called Doyoon “jagi,” she felt his cock, which was piercing her uterus, swell even harder. He smiled contentedly.

“Good job. You can drink now.”

As soon as permission was granted, Bibi inserted his cock deeply until it reached the end of her uterus and bit Doyoon’s neck. A faint moan escaped him, and she tasted sweet blood on her tongue.

Bibi closed her eyes and gulped down Doyoon’s essence without restraint, as if going wild with thirst for his blood, which she hadn’t tasted in so long. As he reveled in the pleasure of being drained, Doyoon trembled with the sudden onset of climax, biting his lip.

“Bibi, stop... Hmph!”

He told Bibi to stop for a moment, but she didn’t hear him. Bibi felt a violent thirst for the first time. She wanted to swallow every last drop of his blood. She wanted to push Doyoon to the brink of pleasure.

She dug her fangs deep into the base of his neck and swallowed the bright red blood that poured out like a waterfall, leaving nothing behind. A hot breath escaped Doyoon’s lips.

“Hah, f**k... Ugh...!”

The greater the pain, the more blood flowed out, the greater the pleasure of being drained. Doyoon cursed and let out husky moans, finally climaxing. His heart pounded as if it would burst from the intense pleasure.

Amidst the exploding sensations, Doyoon grabbed Bibi’s wrist and furiously thrust his hips. The flowing semen was pulled back into her vagina by his re-entering cock. It was the first time he had felt pleasure to the point of being incapacitated. His lower body, having swallowed his cock, squeezed him like a suckling mouth, and the venom entering his neck through his fangs paralyzed his spine.

He was beyond losing his mind; he was disintegrating. Every single nerve fiber felt stimulation, and his brain was overloaded, unable to cope. His body felt as if it wasn’t his own.

“Hah, hah, hah...”

Finally, Bibi removed her lips from Doyoon’s neck, panting with a dazed expression. Beyond the release of tension, the excessive satisfaction made her muscles relax. She trembled violently and collapsed onto Doyoon’s chest.

“You should have stopped when I told you to, Bibi,” Doyoon said in a defeated tone to Bibi, who was still breathing heavily.

“...Mmm...”

“How can you make me come so soon? We can’t finish with just one time.”

Doyoon reclined the seat and climbed on top of Bibi. He spread Bibi’s half-conscious legs and, holding his still-hard erection as if aiming, slowly pushed it back into her warm flesh, scraping up the lingering semen that had just begun to slowly leak out. The smoothly relaxed flesh felt ecstatic. Doyoon threw his head back and exhaled languidly.

“Haa, haa, the cursing, damn it... I’m going to swear even more now...”

He closed his eyes and slowly moved his hips, then threw off his shirt. It seemed they wouldn’t be returning home until dawn.

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The house, when they finally returned after a long time, was a complete mess. Bibi’s eyes widened at the state of it, which was worse than if a thief had visited.

The television and wine glasses lay scattered in fragments, gloriously destroyed. The sofa was horribly ripped open, its belly exposed, and the table was badly beaten, suffering fractures. Golf clubs, for some inexplicable reason, were bent and strewn about everywhere.

While trying to figure out what had happened, a dried bloodstain on the living room floor caught her eye. It formed a long line. Like breadcrumbs dropped by Hansel and Gretel, she slowly followed it.

The trail of blood ended in Doyoon’s room. A hardened puddle of blood lay like a carpet, and scattered piles of ash accumulated on the floor.

These were all traces of murder. It had only been two days since they returned from Thailand, so who had Doyoon killed? Bibi approached Doyoon, who was nonchalantly drinking water from the refrigerator, and asked him.

“Hmm, if I tell you, you might get angry.”

At his words, Bibi’s eyes darted around. She tried to recall the list of vampires Doyoon shouldn’t have dealt with: Namwon, Lau Yuan, her father’s dependents, the hounds staying in London... Ah, there were quite a few. It seemed she had gained many precious people without realizing it.

“Who is it, then?” she asked, clutching her anxious chest. She knew Doyoon wasn’t the type to kill or massacre senselessly, but his regretful expression made her uneasy.

“The ones who pretended to be your owners.”

“...What?”

Bibi was stunned by the unexpected words. The ones who pretended to be my owners... He must be talking about those former owners from when she lived as a hound.