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The penthouse was deadly silent, but it wasn’t a peaceful silence that filled it. It was eerie, the kind of silence you hear before being killed in a horror movie.
Rumi and Zoey had been quietly searching the building for an hour or so now, looking for their traitorous third. She was hidden somewhere inside, they knew, and there was little chance she would try and move hiding spots for fear of accidentally running into them, so they hadn’t bothered splitting up their search.
It was only once they were in the laundry room that Rumi caught her first hint of her.
They prowled around the room, searching in various nooks and crannies. When Rumi passed by a closed laundry hamper, she smelled her. She smirked, but said nothing just yet.
Her lips puckered, and she focused on the Honmoon, trying to make sure her next move was executed correctly. She needed this to only make it to Zoey’s ears if she didn’t wanna spook Mira. As fun as it would be to chase her, the idea of her getting away and them having to search for her all over again was excruciating.
She whistled. The Honmoon cooperated, and only Zoey heard it.
She turned to face Rumi questioningly. Rumi’s eyes fell on the hamper, and Zoey smirked. She tiptoed over until she was standing on the other side.
Rumi held up three fingers. Zoey nodded. Rumi dropped a finger, then another, then the last.
Then, they opened the lid.
Immediately, Mira sprung out, trying to escape, but she was surrounded. Rumi and Zoey caught her, Rumi grabbing her by the squirming upper body while Zoey snatched her kicking lower half. She yelped and whined and whimpered for help or mercy, but her noises only egged the two of them on further.
They dragged her to the ground, pinning her to the floor. She tried to fight them off, but it only took a minute for her to realize it was no use and give up. The two of them were both physically stronger than her on their own, and with them together, she had no hope of escape.
Mira sucked in an unsteady breath. She laughed nervously. “H-hey, guys. Uh…how’s it going?”
Rumi growled.
Mira whimpered in fear, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-I shouldn’t have done it! Please!” Her eyes opened, and the sight of the pleading in them made Rumi’s heart race with excitement. “I-I’ll do anything! I’ll get you more, I swear! Dozens more! Hundreds more! And I won’t eat any of it! All those bags of shrimp chips! All those ramyeon cups! All yours! I promise!”
Zoey shook her head. “No can do, Mimi. That won’t make up for the food you stole from us today. We were both so hungry, and you took what we were gonna eat away.” She gripped the edge of Mira’s pants, and tugged them down a bit, revealing the skin of her hips. “Now we’re both starving, and we need something else to eat. Something more…filling.” Her lips curled up into a cruel smile.
Mira’s eyes widened. “W-wait-“
Zoey bent over, and sunk her teeth into the side of Mira’s hip, hard. Mira’s back arched and she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Rumi watched the scene enraptured, her heart racing.
When Zoey pulled back, Rumi could see red on the tips of her teeth and tongue. A small bit of blood welled up where Zoey’s teeth had been. The maknae moaned happily as she licked it up. Mira shivered. Zoey said, “She tastes so good, Ru. Almost makes me forget about those shrimp crackers she stole.” Her eyes glinted. “You should get a taste for yourself.”
Mira stared up at her in horror. “Ru, please, baby, I’m sorry,” she begged quietly. In looking up, however, she had revealed more of her throat, and it looked delectable. The taller girl seemed to realize this. She tried to tuck her chin in her chest. “N-no-“
Rumi grabbed her by the chin and hauled her face back. She bent over. “Color?” she whispered.
Mira met her gaze. “Green,” she whispered back.
Rumi sunk her fangs into her throat, and Mira screamed. Her blood tasted sweet on Rumi’s tongue, adrenaline and fear mixing together in it deliciously. Sweat added a salty tang to the flavor, and it was just about the best thing Rumi had ever tasted in her life. It was even better than the ramyeon Mira had stolen from her.
She struggled to force herself to pull away from her skin, and continued idly lapping at the weeping fang marks even after doing so. Mira let out little gasps every time her tongue touched her skin.
Zoey’s nearly black eyes watched them hungrily. “I told you she tasted good. But look,” she laid a hand on Mira’s abdomen, dragging it up to reveal more and more skin underneath her shirt. “There’s so much more of her to taste. An entire buffet of our sweet girl to enjoy. What do you say we try it all?”
Mira gulped. Her body jerked in their grasps, one last desperate attempt to get away. “Please, no…”
Rumi grabbed her shirt. “Sounds fucking delicious,” she growled. She pulled hard, and Mira’s shirt was reduced to shreds as it was torn off her body. She was delighted to see her girlfriend had forgone a bra, as it meant she could easily sink her teeth into her beautiful breasts, which she promptly did. Mira let out a loud cry.
Zoey laughed coldly, and Rumi heard the sound of seams stretching and ripping, followed by skin rubbing together loudly. A brief glance up afforded her a tantalizing sight: Mira’s lower half, bare and uncovered, her legs shifting around as she tried to cover herself. Her pants and underwear were now nothing but shapeless fabric, tossed off to the side. Zoey laved at her thighs (which were glistening beautifully) and dragging her legs apart.
Rumi whined, pulled away from one breast, and moved onto the other.
Zoey grunted, putting her tongue back in her mouth to chastise Mira. “Enough squirming, baby, let me have my fill.” As if to emphasize her words, her teeth made their home in Mira’s thigh, just over a particularly wet patch.
Mira squirmed. “Please! I need-“
Zoey snorted around her flesh. “You need?” she asked, muffled. She released her from her mouth. “What about our needs, Mimi? We needed to eat, but you stole our food! Now we have to find something else to eat, and as delicious as this is,” she rubbed three fingers along the length of Mira’s center, causing the dancer to cry out, and licked the moisture off of them, groaning at the taste. “It’s just dessert,” she continued breathlessly, “And we can’t have dessert before we finish dinner.”
It was about 4 pm when they started.
By 6, there wasn’t a single patch of Mira’s skin that remained unbitten, unlicked, or unsucked, save for her feet, upper face, and scalp. Several areas had had all three done to them. They had also avoided anywhere beyond the outside of her cunt, no matter how many times she tried to get them to put their mouths there.
Each time, she would be told the same thing: “It’s not time for dessert yet.”
They treated her body like it was a thousand course meal, each of which was the same, delectable entree. Her skin was the savory meat, her sweat the spices, and her tiny drops of blood the sauce. Her tears had even served as a drink for them in between bites. Each time they caught a taste of her juices, it was like they were taking a swipe of icing from a cake sitting in front of them tantalizingly.
Despite their avoidance of her center, she had come a shocking amount of times. Her clit throbbed, sensitive despite having had little touching done to it. She squirmed to try and get away from their still-hungry mouths, but to no use.
A small pool of liquids had formed under her body, a mixture of sweat, blood, cum, and even saliva coalescing into a mess they would definitely have to mop up later.
Mira looked wrecked. Her body was covered in bite marks and bruises, her skin flushed bright red and glistening with perspiration and spit, her hair laid out underneath her in a pink halo, and her eyes glazed over and stuck staring at the ceiling. She was drooling, her mouth open in an endless display of pleasure. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, trailing down into her splayed out hair. Her body trembled nonstop, her fingers twitching and toes curling at every sensation. They no longer needed to hold her down, her body too sore to move on its own, and her brain too made of mush to tell her to escape.
Two hours in, Rumi, who was lapping at the back of Mira’s knee, caught another glimpse of her dripping pussy. Her tongue retracted, and she bit her lip. It looked too good to avoid anymore.
She bumped her head gently against Zoey’s. The maknae had been mirroring her on the other side of Mira’s spread legs. She hummed and turned to Rumi. The older girl gestured her chin towards their girlfriend’s center. Zoey’s eyes fixated on it, and she licked her wet lips hungrily. She nodded, and the two of them descended.
They each pulled a leg further apart from the other. Mira let out a questioning whine and tried to sit up, but her body was too sore to allow her to do so.
Zoey chuckled, “It’s okay, baby, it’s just finally time for dessert, is all.” She leaned forward, and Rumi followed suit, their cheeks pressed together as they each licked the outside of Mira’s center. She bucked her hips, which made Rumi grumble and Zoey giggle. “Okay, baby, we’ll eat up now.”
Their tongues touched as they lapped at Mira’s folds, causing all three of them to moan. Her juices tasted divine in Rumi’s mouth, and Zoey’s saliva made it taste even better.
They took turns plunging their tongues inside her and sucking on her clit, kissing one another between swaps. Mira’s cries, which had long since become incomprehensible, started to sound a little more like she was calling their names, though they were jumbled in her mouth all the same.
It took her basically no time at all to come again, her hips jerking up and knocking into Rumi and Zoey’s noses over and over again. She seemed to be expecting a gentle guiding down and a subsequent soft landing during her orgasm, because she let out a yelp of confusion when they continued to lick at her ravenously. “H-huh?”
Zoey pulled away, allowing Rumi to take over the full length of Mira’s cunt. “What? Did you really think that would be it?” the maknae asked. “Did you honestly think we would just have one slice of dessert and be done?” She shook her head, chuckling mockingly. “Haven’t you noticed, Mimi? The two of us are gluttonous today. We need as many servings of you as we can get.” She rejoined Rumi. “Ready for another slice?”
It took another hour before they decided they were finished eating her. Once her noises shifted from being mostly pleasurable to sounding a little too painful, they pulled away, pressing sweet kisses as gentle parting gifts to her cunt before retreating entirely.
The two of them sat back and caught their breaths, watching their girlfriend’s naked, writhing form on the floor of their laundry room, sated and satisfied.
Or so Rumi thought.
Zoey’s head fell on her shoulder, still for a few seconds. It turned, and her nose bumped against her throat. Rumi purred happily at the skin contact.
That is, until her sopping wet lips brushed against the side of her throat. Rumi gasped, “What-“
Zoey growled. She swiveled around, and her hands grabbed the sides of Rumi’s still clothed body. She squeezed tightly, and Rumi hissed, arching into her grasp. Zoey dragged her into her lap. “I’m still hungry,” Zoey rumbled, “and you look just as good to eat as Mira does.”
Her teeth made purchase in the juncture of Rumi’s throat, and she cried out, grabbing her girlfriend’s head and holding her there.
(Later, while she and Mira were lying in bed, sweaty and exhausted and sore, Zoey hummed happily and watched them sleep from her nearby seat, munching away at a bag of shrimp crackers.)