It’s my Halloween treat; bright and shiny, thick red blood.
Her blood. Collected inside, flowing into the cup which is full nearly to the top.
She’s saved especially for me. Fulfilling a promise made weeks prior in Berlin; the idea born as she held me in her lap after an intense scene of pain and connection. She’d delighted at my almost giddy excitement at the prospect of a full mooncup to devour.
Lien had recorded my verbalised desire to drink it, playing it back to me later and watching me squirm. Hiding my face as I recognised my voice but couldn’t recall the exact moment; lost in a hotness blur.
She has the power and the trust to push me. She gives me more than she thinks I can take, and then adds a little extra, delivered with her own special brand of sadistic glee. I take more just to see her face light up. The result is an almost inebriated state of post-beating bliss, with vulnerable raw truth spilling from my lips.
In return for my present, puppy’s going to do a trick, hungrily lapping it up like a good girl. The exchange is to be captured on film by Sergeant, who joins us in the bathroom armed with the camera and a look of mystification at my exuberant enthusiasm.
My panting wanton lust for her blood is met with bemused surprise from them both, despite having seen my reaction to a teaser tipped into my mouth in the shower the night before. It was a tiny sample of the generous portion now being presented to me. It had been just enough to whet my appetite, to remind me how I hunger for it.
I lay back in the bath, a majority of my Halloween costume discarded; naked with only the horns remaining. Begging paws and eager open mouth demonstrate my longing. I want it.
“Are you ready pup? Do you want it? Do you?” I nod furiously, my excitement evident. Our laughter echoing off the walls of the bathroom as they lovingly mock my enthusiasm for such a deviant act.
She stands over me, taunting me, making me beg repeatedly, paws raised, lips wide open in anticipation.
“Here’s your blood…”
The first drop hits my tongue, a dark metallic rich taste. It’s thick, coating the inside of my mouth. I immediately start to make the noises of an insatiable animal feasting on the most delicious of delicacies.
She continues to pour a steady stream. It spatters over my lips, a single drop falling onto my shoulder. It’s warm from the heat of her body, fresh and delicious.
I am consumed by a blood lust, rubbing the blood across my face and licking my fingers, making noises of yummy satisfaction. Almost frenzied I can’t get enough, the smell, like concentrated woman, the iron taste, the way it slicks across my skin. I want to bathe in it.
She offers me the mooncup. I grab it from her like a good pup and desperately try to extract every last drop. Alternating between licking my fingers and sucking on the plastic cup for any remaining droplets.
I’m aware of them speaking but don’t hear the words, they’re giggling at my fervour and calling me a vampire. I’m giddy, practically high, soaring from satisfying my blood fetishism.
Too soon it’s gone, save for the bloody smears across my skin, the coating on my mouth and teeth, the red remnants of her gift to me. I thank her, I thank them both, a huge bloody grin plastered across my filthy face.
She taunts me “It’s all over your face…filthy puppy, you need to clean yourself up!” but my attempts to clean myself just make it worse. I smear it across my skin until I look like an extra in a zombie movie, my chin caked in blood. A spoiled blood-lustful zombie, a filthy deviant good girl. My trick, my treat. My happy Halloween.