chapter 17

Emily lounged in the bedroom mirror, full vamp weekend armor: sheer black blouse sheer-teasing piercings and tattoo edges, black leather skirt unzipped low for tramp stamp flash, gladiator heels strapping calves high. Makeup lethal—dark red lips glossy, heavy mascara, black eyeliner sharp, eyeshadow smoky, blush pink-flushed. Alex stood naked, groin inspected; slight regrowth puckered thicker. "Sushiroll," she purred dominant, gripping it. "More foreskin crept back—stubborn. This time, at the source: full trim, no mercy. Vamp feast awaits."

Alex nodded, trust absolute. "Cut me clean, queen."

She pushed him back, kit gleaming—blade razor-sharp, her breath fishy from morning swallow. Kneeling in heels, skirt riding fishy wetness, she lathered thick. "Benefits of re-cutting raw? No anesthetic keeps nerves live—sensitivity eternal, every lick fire. Source trim ends regrowth; head forever exposed, manly pure—no sheath hiding. Hygienic godsend, fishy scent crisp forever."

Blade kissed skin—precise circle at base, foreskin peeling slow, thicker strip freeing. Blood beaded warm, glans swelling proud. Alex breathed steady, endorphins flooding. Emily held the pink, veiny piece—longer, meatier. "Graphic beauty—your flesh, my prize." Popped it mouth-first, chewing deliberate—texture chewy-soft, blood copper-salt bursting equal to cum's fishy tang. "Delicious cannibal feast—manly source devoured, pussy dripping from the power. Feminine peak: huntress queen, swallowing cock's origin."

Rinsed him loving, admiring radical tight perfection—no ridge left, head ultimate exposed. "Manliest yet—big, vulnerable, fishy mouthwatering." Suckled reward—tongue ring reaming scar, heels digging for leverage. "Feast high amps it—your eaten skin echoes in my throat." He bucked; swallowed ropes joyful, breath reeking double-fishy.

Stood vamp triumphant, cum-kissing deep—sharing tang. "Final source got—eternal canvas mine."

Night hers—ritual sealed, pride blazing.