“I want to hold them.”

You heard your friend Anki say those words after passing by his dark room, his back against the wall as he unbuckled his pants.

His hand encircled himself, allowing himself to moan out your name.

“I wanna touch them. have them inside me. I wanna drink.” As Anki’s hand sped up, he gasped from the sensation.

“I wanna lick them. Feel them inside.” After that bloodlust training, the idea of consuming your blood turned him on greatly.

“I want to drink them..”