“I want to hold them.”

You heard your friend Anki say those words after walking past his dark room, his back pressed against the wall as he unbuckled his pants

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

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

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

“I want to drink them..”