The scent of blood was insatiable. Sure she was a stripper, working full time for the club in the fourth ward, but that didn't mean she couldn't pick and choose her customers. And the one Kiyomi had in her clutches was the sweetest she's had. With sweet words and loving gestures, she attracted the man into her private room, where she had a reputation to play with her food. This one wasn't any different. Good thing that everything in the room was red.

This one's name was Andrew. He asked for her name and she gave it, rubbing her sex against his. He was allowed to touch; she liked it when humans touched her. They had a gentleness about them that she could never find in a ghoul partner. Well, she thought. There was always Ren-chan. But even Yomo had gotten rougher than she had wanted him to and it ended up being a one night stand. But eventually those human touches turned into kisses, and those kisses ended up having clothes tossed to the floor, Kiyomi sheathing the cock to the hilt inside of her. It was only then her customer started to scream because she couldn't take it anymore. She needed a bite. Warm red dripped down her chest as she lapped up the gaping hole in Andrew's neck.

"Now now," she cooed ever so softly as she felt semen shoot inside of her. "I told you I was a very dirty girl. So let's play dirty~". A hand went to crush her customer's chest, and Kiyomi sighed. That was a little too short for her taste. Thank god the owners were ghouls.

There was a gentle knock at the door and irritation bubbled in her chest. Kiyomi grabbed a robe, hastily making her hair and skin look presentable when she opened the door to a gleaming pair of red eyes. His hair was bleached, a headband going to hold back his hair. He was wearing a stupid pair of round sunglasses, and his hand had snuck through the door to open it a little farther. His nails were black, Kiyomi noticed subtly, and her eyes went straight back up to his when he leaned forward to take a small sniff.

"You're eating. I hope you don't mind if I come in to share, ne?"

"I'm sorry," the female sneered. "But who the hell do you think you are?" Her ghoul eyes matched his in an instant.

"Pardon my manners," the blonde chuckled. "My name is Uta. Now let me in. Pretty please?" At his name her heart dropped. The ghoul who watched over the fourth ward was here. Why? She couldn't refuse him. Not if she wanted to be torn to bits. Though Kiyomi took a defensive stance, she shifted backwards to let the ghoul in, his glittering eyes giving her a once over and shifting to the clothes all over the floor. The whole room was splattered in blood.

Uta took in the scene with a smile, going over to help himself to a small nibbles of an arm before ripping off the corpse's hand. Shoving it into his mouth, he waved an one hundred dollar bill towards Kiyomi's direction. "Come and entertain me after we've finished eating. I can show you a whole new world after this one." Kiyomi's eyes shot wide and her face turned pink. Sighing, she walked over and swiped it from his hand.

As long as I'm being paid, she thought, and soon they were finishing their meal, and she was pushing the blonde down on the blood stained bed. "Be gentle with me," she whispered sensually, stealing a nip from those pierced lips. She couldn't believe she had missed that tiny detail, and Uta's smile turned into a devious grin. It made Kiyomi's southern region pulsate with need and longing.

"Oh trust me, baby. I will~" he purred and gripped her hips tight in his hands. His hips rolled up, pressing his arousal against her core and she hissed softly. Uta's hands slipped from her hips up her robe to explore the skin that was hidden underneath. "Such soft... Succulent skin," the ghoul whispered, licking his lower lip, and he pulled his hands away to push the robe off, revealing Kyomi's full glory.

"Pervert," the girl hissed, and it was immediately cut off with a rough kiss, and a tongue seeking entrance to dominate her. Eventually she let him in, Uta sliding up into a sitting position to grope her chest, kissing her and moving down to leave marks along her neck. Eventually he bit down to tear a small piece of skin from her neck, and she cried out.

"I thought you said you'd be gentle," Kiyomi whispered, and Uta looked at her with mischievous eyes.

"My fingers were crossed." And with that, he was going to drown her in such pleasure that he pushed her on her back, attacking her chest with his lips. Teeth rolled one nipple around in his mouth, while his right hand played with the other perky bud. Moans echoed through the room, and Kiyomi found that the blonde's hair was silky smooth, soft to the touch. Her hands smoothed down his hair as he gave her his ministrations, down his back and up through his shirt to feel the toned muscles. She would instantly start melting when she saw this. She eventually tugged the shirt over his head, and her prediction was right. Her mouth dropped and Uta pulled back and look at her, putting his glasses off to the side.

"Like what you see~? " he purred softly in a seductive manner.

"I'm not used to it. All of my customers are... Unfavorable," Kiyomi admitted. That brought a wider smile to Uta's face, and Kiyomi blushed as he brought her hands to his chest.

"This isn't unfavorable... Is.. It?" each word was enunciated clearly, and he moved her hands ever closer to his pants button. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal, she ripped it open, pushing down the pants and the thin fabric that covered his pulsating length.

Her eagerness was what set Uta off. He pushed her down again, grinding his need against her sex, eyes bearing down into hers. He didn't dare tear his gaze away. It was only when she whispered his name and closed her eyes, her head falling back and off the pillow did he push into her all the way into the hilt.

Kiyomi's eyes flew open as he buried himself inside of her, a long moan being torn from her lips. It made Uta smile, pulling out completely, and thrusting all the way back in with a hard force. The female swore, nails going to dig in toned shoulders. A cloud of lust settled across her crimson orbs. But Uta liked the pain, the way she dug her nails into his muscles, how she raked deep scratches into his back. It made him pound mercilessly into her, and it wasn't long before her walls tightened around him as she released.

Kiyomi's back arched as Uta pounded deeper and deeper into her sensitive walls, and eventually, his head dropped next hers, his breathing labored. His thrusts became more erratic, and they lost their smooth rhythm. His arms went to hook around her knees, pressing them into the plush bedding underneath them, sinking deeper into her warmth. Uta eventually pulled back, his face contorted with pleasure as he pulled out of her quickly, his semen shooting up both of their stomachs, chests, and Kiyomi's face.

Uta looked pleased with himself with his artwork, looking her up and down as he moved to get a blanket to clean up. "Your name?" he inquired over his shoulder. Kiyomi was hesitant to answer as she cleaned herself up as well, watching as he got dressed. Eventually she answered.

"Kiyomi. Kiyomi Akashi." He was fully dressed.

"Well then. It was a fun time, ne? But I'm sure I'll see you around. And make sure you're careful around here Ki-chan~, " Uta purred over his shoulder. "Or next time... I could just eat you up~"

Kiyomi watched with wide eyes as he left. His last words sent shivers down her spine, clutching her robe to herself. What had she gotten herself into?