SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Mika's eyes drifted down over her kneeling form, and for a long moment he simply admired her.

Unlike Charlotte, whose body was plump and soft like a succubus sculpted for indulgence, Anya's was different.

She had the frame of a fashion model, long, toned legs folded neatly beneath her now, a slender waist that curved into a perfectly proportioned chest and a firm, enticing butt. She could have walked a runway, graced a film poster, stood as the picture of elegance.

And yet here she was, kneeling naked at his feet, looking up at him with the fanatical devotion of a zealot before her god.

But his gaze snagged, lingering on one peculiar detail.

Above her pussy, neatly trimmed into a small, soft tuft—was a patch of pubic hair that shimmered in multiple shades.

Not one solid color, like anyone else's, but a little rainbow, just like the streaks in her hair.

It was shocking and mesmerizing all at once, something foreign and yet uniquely hers, something that made her more tantalizing rather than less.

He realized he had been staring, because suddenly Anya shifted, her confidence faltering.

She quickly pressed her thighs together and almost covered the spot with her hand. Her cheeks went pink, her lips pouting as she shot him a flustered glare.

"M-Mika!" She blurted. "You don't have to stare at...at that place so much!" She huffed, looking away with a pout. "You can stare at my breasts if you want, or even my ass, I'd spread myself open for you right now if you asked! But not there!"

Mika chuckled softly, his amusement clear.

"Well, now this is a surprise. The great Iron Maiden herself, the same girl who'd suck me off in public without batting an eye, suddenly embarrassed?" He shook his head, teasing. "Really, Anya? I never thought I'd see the day."

Her pout deepened.

"Don't act like you don't know how sensitive I am about this, Mika. Anything else, I don't care. But this part of me…" She trailed off, biting her lip, then glanced down at the rainbow patch again with a rare look of self-consciousness.

Then she frowned, an uncharacteristic, almost childish anger flashing in her eyes. "It's all my sisters' fault…" She muttered.

Mika blinked. "Your sisters?"

"Yes!" Anya snapped, glaring up at him. "Back in school, when we first had that stupid lesson about reproduction, the teacher explained about how women grow hair down there. And of course, everyone got curious, wondering what it'd be like for them."

She clenched her fists.

"And what did my oh-so-loving sisters do? They teased me! They said, 'Anya, you'll probably have rainbow fur down there, just like your stupid hair!' And then they wouldn't stop calling me 'Rainbow Bush.' Over and over, day after day!"

She huffed like a cat, her cheeks flushed with humiliation.

"It's probably the only time in my life I couldn't stand tall. Normally I was always cool, always proud, but then...I was the one being cornered, the one in the submissive position."

Mika smiled faintly, remembering.

"Yeah...I remember that. You'd hiss at them like some angry kitten. Charlotte even tried to get me to join in, told me to call you 'Rainbow Bush,' too." He chuckled softly. "But I didn't. I couldn't. I already felt pity for you."

Anya's expression softened.

"Exactly. You were the only one on my side. The only one I could trust." She frowned again. "While my sisters...my own family...were my enemies."

Her pout deepened as she glanced down again.

"And I thought it'd stop. I thought it was just childish teasing. I thought, 'There's no way I'll actually grow rainbow hair down there.' But...it happened." She groaned, covering her face for a moment. "And of course, when they found out, the teasing got even worse. Rainbow Bush this, Rainbow Bush that. I wanted to use my blessing to curse them—make their pubic hair grow down to their ankles."

She let out a cold little giggle before going on to say with a look of conviction on her face,

"And then I even thought maybe I'd use my blessing to erase mine completely." She looked back at him seriously now. "Just...keep it gone forever. But then—"

She bit her lip again, her eyes softening.

"Then you told me you liked it. You said it was pretty. That it made me...beautiful. And even though I knew you were probably just saying that to make me feel better...I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it after that. I've kept it ever since, even though I hated it."

"...It's basically your fault I'm stuck with it, Mika."

Mika's chuckle was quiet, but warm. He reached down, brushing his fingers gently through her rainbow hair. She trembled, but didn't stop him, closing her eyes as his touch lingered.

"I wasn't lying." Mika said softly. "The first time I saw it, I was...enamored. I couldn't look away. I mean, every time the sunlight caught your hair on top, Anya, it glowed with so many colors. I always thought it was beautiful. And seeing the same thing here, too? It makes you unique. It makes you...you. Honestly, I love it."

He tilted her chin up so she had to look at him.

"It's beautiful. Just like you...But if it really bothers you...you can get rid of it. That's up to you."

Anya blinked at him for a long moment, then her lips spread into a smile. She shook her head.

"There's no need. Mika, your opinion matters more than mine. If you like it, then I'll never get rid of it. Ever. I'll groom it, keep it neat, make it perfect, just for you. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. As long as you like it, I'll be proud of it."

Her eyes glowed with fervent devotion as she added with a small laugh. "Even if we go to a family hot spring trip like we did in the past, I won't care. I'll proudly show it off to everyone, because I'll know you like it."

Mika's lips curved into a smile. "That's my Anya."

And this time, she didn't cover herself. She tilted her hips just slightly, letting him see the rainbow tuft proudly, no longer ashamed, only radiant in the knowledge that to him, it was beautiful.

Mika then cleared his throat, glancing toward the lab door where the others still lingered.

"Alright, Anya." He said, his voice low but urgent. "We better feed you quick before Charlotte starts worrying. As much as she butts heads with you, she's got a soft spot for you too. Let's wrap this up before she barges in."

He looked down at her, his expression softening as he asked,

"You got a knife or something sharp?"

Anya's eyes sparkled, and she raised her palms, her blessing activating with a faint hum. From her skin, a line of bone began to form, shaping itself like liquid ivory until it solidified into a small, sharp dagger.

She handed it to him with a proud smile. "Here, Mika. This should do."

Mika took the dagger, twirling it deftly in his fingers, his lips curving into an impressed grin.

"Your blessing is something else, Anya. You can just whip up a bone dagger like it's nothing. Bet you could make anything, swords, spears, whatever you want."

He glanced at his palm, sighing dramatically.

"But now I've gotta cut myself with this thing, and even as an adult, it still stings like hell. Would've been easier if you were—I dunno, an actual vampire with those pointy fangs. You could just bite my neck, suck it out clean. Way more convenient."

"Sadly, I'm no vampire, Mika." Anya giggled, as she looked up at him. "I'm just a girl who's acquired a taste for your blood. If I tried biting you, I'd probably chomp a hole in your neck and make a mess...No precision, just a big, bloody disaster."

Her voice took on a teasing edge, her eyes glinting.

"And you know it's your fault I'm like this in the first place. You better take responsibility for turning me into a blood-craving maniac."

"Fine, fine, let's not drag up the past." Mika rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Just open your mouth, stick out that tongue, and make sure you catch every drop this time. You always make a mess, and I'm not cleaning you up again."

Anya's face lit up, and she tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide, her pink, glossy tongue extended like she was receiving a sacred offering.

Her eyes locked onto his, burning with adoration and in response Mika raised the dagger over her mouth, before slashing a deep cut across his palm, and blood immediately welled up, dripping in a steady stream.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Anya didn't hesitate, catching every drop on her tongue, the blood sliding into her mouth as she drank with a loving, almost euphoric gaze, like it was the most delicious meal in the world.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, savoring each drop, but the flow was too much for her mouth to contain.

Blood spilled from her lips, painting them a deeper red, trickling down her chin, then her neck, and finally onto her breasts, coating them in a glistening, erotic sheen.

It dripped further, streaking her body, her perky nipples, her stomach, even her rainbow-tufted pussy and firm ass, giving her an almost feral, dangerous allure.

Mika watched, mesmerized despite himself. She looked breathtaking, even drenched in his blood, her beauty amplified by the raw intensity of her devotion.

But he couldn't help reflecting on how strange her Venus Complex was.

Unlike Charlotte, whose Complex could be soothed with pleasure, a good fingering or a thorough sucking—Anya's was different.

Pleasure helped, but it was his blood that truly calmed her.

She wasn't a vampire, nor was it her blessing that caused this craving. It stemmed from a traumatic incident years ago, one that had forged an unbreakable bond between them.

That event had made Anya so devoted to him, so dependent on his blood, that without it, her blessing would spiral, making her a danger to herself and others.

Basically meaning, Mika wasn't just essential to her heart—he was vital to her stability, to all the daughters in their own way. They needed him, not just for love, but for their very existence.

Anya, seemingly sated, her tummy full from the blood she'd consumed, wore a look of satisfaction on her face. And instead of signaling Mika to stop, she gently took his still-bleeding hand, bringing it to her lips.

She pressed a soft kiss to the slash, and instantly, the wound sealed shut, no more blood flowing.

It was her ritual, her way of ending these sessions, a gesture of gratitude for his sacrifice and now her face, breasts, and body still dripped with his blood, her red lips glistening as she looked up at him, her voice soft but fervent.

"Thank you, Mika. That was...delicious. Those blood packs? They're like eating some pre-packaged supermarket meal, cold and lifeless...But this?" Her eyes sparkled, her smile radiant. "This was a hot, steamy buffet. It's enough to keep me going for a while."

"Glad you enjoyed it." Mika chuckled, shaking his head before casually adding, "Normally, you'd kiss me on the lips to say thanks, but with all that blood on you, I'm guessing that's not happening."

"Oh, I'd love to kiss your lips, Mika." Anya's smile turned playful, her eyes glinting. "But you're right, too messy. So…"

She leaned forward, grabbing his cock gently.

"I'll kiss this instead."

And just as she said she pressed two soft kisses to his balls, like a knight pledging loyalty—

Kiss! Kiss!

—then worked her way up, kissing along his shaft until she reached the tip.

Her lips enveloped it in a deep, sensual kiss—her tongue swirling as if giving a French kiss, teasing the sensitive head before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

And even though Mika was trying to hold himself back since this wasn't the time or the place, the sight of her kissing his cock with those blood red lips of hers in such a loving manner made him blow his fuse.

His cock hardened fully, throbbing with need and without warning, he grabbed her under the armpits, lifting her to her feet in one swift motion.

She gasped, caught off guard, as he pulled her close, his hands finding her blood-slicked breasts and then to her surprise, he latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily, the taste of his own blood mingling with her skin...