Chapter 347: You Can Drink My Blood

"I’m so sorry, dear." Fauna said quickly, guilt flooding her voice. "I’m so, so sorry. I never even saw the time. I was so busy with what I was doing that I totally forgot."

Anya’s tone softened slightly.

"It’s alright. It’s not the first time this has happened. But seriously, Mom...what exactly are you doing right now that’s got you this busy? I haven’t seen you this wrapped up in something in quite a while."

Fauna looked down.

Mika had both of her nipples in his mouth now—alternating between them, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp softly. His hands kneaded the soft undersides, possessive and unhurried.

She smiled despite herself, cheeks flushing deeper.

"I-I’m currently testing Mika right now." She said, trying to sound professional. "Going through the usual procedures."

"It’s...taking a little longer than usual because I changed up the method a bit. The dosage is higher this time, so we have to be extra careful."

The moment Mika’s name left her lips, Anya’s voice brightened noticeably.

"Mika? Mika’s there? Mom—can you please give the phone to him? I want to speak to him. Please. Or maybe put him on video call!"

Fauna’s heart lurched.

Video call?

Absolutely not.

She could not let her daughter see her Mika latched onto her breasts like this, sucking greedily while she squirmed beneath him.

"No, Anya, that won’t be possible." She said quickly. "He’s...currently busy with some tests right now. He can’t come to the phone."

Anya’s excitement dimmed instantly, replaced by a sad, almost pouty tone.

"That’s a pity..." She murmured. "When I visited Parliament today, everyone was really appreciating me. They kept telling me I did a good job, that I was totally committed."

"I got praised all around. And I felt so happy...and it was all because of him. I wanted to say thank you."

Fauna’s heart squeezed—both from guilt and from the warm affection she felt for her daughter.

Anya perked up again as she said,

"Well...at least it’s possible for Mika to come over today and stay at our home as well, right? Even if he says no, Mom, just use your manipulation."

"Pull out the big guns—act all cute and adorable, put on those puppy dog eyes of yours. Make him stay."

Fauna flinched.

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about, Anya." She stammered.

"Oh, come on." Anya’s voice turned openly sarcastic. "It’s basically how you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted in this family. No one can resist those eyes of yours other then Auntie Yelena."

"Don’t you dare deny your most ultimate technique. Just use it on Mika and bring him over."

Fauna opened her mouth to protest—but she couldn’t deny it. Not really.

Still...she didn’t know if Mika even wanted to come over tonight.

And honestly? She wasn’t sure she could leave at all.

It felt like they were nowhere near finished—like they could go round after round until dawn, bodies slick and trembling and utterly lost in each other.

But before she could respond, Mika lifted his head from her breasts.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, took the phone from her, and brought it to his ear.

"Hey, Anya." He said, voice calm and warm. "I’m so sorry for keeping your mother with me for so long. And congratulations on your small victory today."

"The only reason I’m saying it’s a small victory is because I’m pretty sure you’ll achieve much bigger things in the future. Still...congratulations."

"Mika! Oh, I’m so glad I could hear your voice!"

Anya’s squeal of delight was immediate and bright.

"Mom told me you were busy right now, but for some reason she was trying to keep you all to herself. She was being so greedy!"

She laughed, then rushed on.

"Everyone really appreciated what I did today. I even got a medal of distinction! I want to show it off to you. Should I send a picture?"

Mika shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it.

"No. Instead of just sending a picture...just stay there. I’ll come to you. Me and Fauna will be coming there in just a moment. I’ll see it directly."

Anya’s voice went up several octaves.

"Oh, that would be amazing! I was just about to order some pizza—I’ll order extra for you two with extra everything just like you like! I’ll get it really quickly, and then you can see the medal in person!"

"And I have a nice surprise for you too! So hurry—come back home soon!"

She paused, then added mischievously:

"I don’t mind if you leave my mother at the hospital and just come yourself. It’s fine."

"Hey! That’s not fair!" Fauna gasped.

Anya ignored her completely.

"Bye-bye! Come soon!"

Click.

The call ended.

Mika set the phone down and sat upright on the bed.

Fauna immediately crawled over to him, pressing her naked breasts against his arm, looking up at him with wide, confused, slightly hurt eyes.

"Why did you say something like that, Mika?" She asked, voice small and pouty. "Why did you agree to go home with her...? I thought...I thought we were going to go all night."

"The procedure’s going to take more time, and..."

"...I like the procedure so much that I don’t mind going for an all-nighter.

She whispered under her breath.

"The procedure will continue."

Mika turned to face her fully, as he caressed her cheeks.

"It needs to continue. After all, the reaction is still going on in my body, there’s no doubt about that."

He paused, thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"But...we’ve hit a crossroads right now."

"Huh?...What are you talking about, Mika?"

She asked, voice still a little hoarse from hours of kissing and sucking.

"I thought everything was going perfectly. The transfer of the substance...neutralizing it inside your body...it’s working, right?"

"I mean, you told that you can feel the change."

Mika’s expression remained calm, but there was a seriousness in his eyes now that made her stomach tighten.

"It is working." He confirmed quietly. "But the problem is...it’s going at a much slower pace than I expected or rather the change is minimal. Barely noticeable."

He paused, letting that sink in.

"The dosage of the medicine I’m taking in or rather, your saliva—"

He added with a small, teasing smile that made Fauna’s cheeks flare bright red again

"—is plenty potent. That’s definitely not the issue. I think the real problem is quantity. Volume."

"The amount of fluid itself...it’s just not enough to sustain the process properly."

Fauna’s eyes widened as the realization hit her.

She remembered it clearly now—every time they’d kissed for long stretches, she’d had to gulp down water afterward because her mouth had been sucked completely dry.

And even then, the amount of saliva he’d taken from her had been...limited.

A steady trickle at best.

"You’re saying..." She murmured, thoughtful, fingers absently tracing circles on his thigh. "...you need a lot more fluid than simple saliva. A continuous stream. Something with higher volume."

Mika nodded once.

"Exactly. I’ve sucked out so much saliva from your mouth already, but it’s still not enough. I need more. A lot more."

"Something that can flow steadily into my body so the neutralization can actually keep up."

Fauna’s gaze drifted downward, thoughtful and troubled. She chewed her bottom lip, clearly searching for solutions.

Then her eyes lit up with an innocent idea.

"You know I don’t really like sour stuff right and if I bite any sour candy I start drooling?" She said eagerly. "So, if I keep it in my mouth, it will start watering up like crazy."

"Should I just do that? I’ll definitely produce a lot more saliva that way—"

"There’s no need to do something like that." Mika scoffed, cutting her off with a fond shake of his head. "And even then, I doubt it would be enough to sustain the process properly."

He leaned closer, voice dropping.

"It’s better if we think of some other bodily fluid. Something I can take into my body in larger quantities. Something continuous."

Fauna tilted her head again, genuinely puzzled.

"What other bodily fluid could you possibly be talking about right now?" She asked.

Then it clicked.

"The only flow I can let out in such large volume is probably my..."

Her voice trailed off, as she blushed furiously.

"Urine. But—no, no, no! That’s something there’s no way I can allow!"

She waved her hands frantically.

"Saliva was one thing, but you drinking my urine?"

"I definitely won’t allow that! Don’t even think about it!"

But didn’t give in so easily as he leaned closer and gently lifted her by the waist, settling her right back onto his lap so his cock slid hot and thick between her soft thighs. He snuggled her against his chest, arms wrapping around her possessively.

"But I really don’t mind drinking your urine." He murmured, lips brushing her ear. "You’re so sweet and adorable, so I’m pretty sure it would taste sugary and sweet as well."

Fauna whipped her head around to stare at him, flustered beyond belief.

"No, no, no!" She cried, voice rising in pitch. "That’s truly revolting! There’s no way I’ll let you drink my pee!"

"E-Even if you try to force me—if you put your mouth down there and wait for it—I just won’t!"

"I’ll keep it all inside! I-I’ll hold it forever—even if my bladder explodes, I’ll keep it in!"

"So, unless you want to see your mother’s bladder explode, don’t you dare try anything!"

Mika chuckled low in his throat at her adorable outburst.

"Fine, fine." He soothed, kissing the top of her head. "I won’t drink something like that."

Fauna let out a huge sigh of relief, shoulders sagging.

Then she looked up at him again, curious despite herself, as his hands returned to lazily playing with her breasts.

"What about my blood, Mika?" She asked. "It’s possible you could drink my blood—"

He shook his head immediately.

"Not really feasible. If I’m going to take the liquid into my body, there has to be direct body-to-body contact. No outside tools, so I can’t just insert an IV, extract your blood, and then drink it later."

"I’d have to...sink my teeth into your neck like some kind of vampire or something. And there’s no way in hell I’m doing that to my sweet little mother."

He leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

She smiled despite herself, then tilted her head.

"You’re fine with drinking your mother’s pee...but not her blood?" She asked, half-laughing, half-bewildered. "That’s rather strange."

Mika only smirked, sliding one hand down between her thighs to cup her dripping pussy. His fingers slipped inside easily, stroking slowly.

"Your pee comes from this beautiful place of yours."

He murmured, curling his fingers just right to make her whimper.

"And I don’t mind drinking whatever comes from here."

Fauna squirmed on his lap, panting softly as he fingered her.

"But Mika...Blood also comes from...from down there." She managed. "I thought you knew about human anatomy. And the female menstrual cycle."

He gave her a strange, almost mischievous look, eyes glinting.

"I mean...okay, sure, maybe in the past blood would come out."

"But at your age right now...do you even still get periods?"

"Hasn’t it already stopped?"

The words hit like a slap.

Fauna’s face instantly transformed into pure outrage.

She reached down, grabbed his cock in a tight, warning grip, and squeezed—hard.

"Of course it hasn’t stopped, you brat!" She snapped. "I’m old, but am I that old? Do you think that I reached menopause or something?"

"Not to mention, I don’t even think I can ever reach menopause in my life because of my constitution!"

Her voice dropped into something low and scary, while Mika winced, hands flying up in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry! I won’t do it again! So, please be gentle to my penis right there—even if it doesn’t explode and you’ll end up tearing it out!"

She glared at him for another long second.

Then, slowly, she loosened her grip...but didn’t let go.

Instead, she started stroking him up and down again like she was using it to satiate his anger.

"Okay. What else is there?" Mika exhaled shakily.

"Sweat?" He offered.

"No, not at all." She shook her head. "I don’t even sweat that much. It won’t work."

"Mucus?"

She scowled immediately.

"That’s disgusting."

"Earwax?"

"Even more disgusting!" She shook her head vigorously. "No, no, no!"

Mika then thought of something and leaned in close, lips brushing her ear as he whispered in a low, sexy drawl.

"What about...the liquids coming out of your pussy?"

His fingers returned, stroking her clit and twirling it around with his finger.

"What if I go down there...and start licking...and drink up every drop of liquid you let out?"

"That could also be a solution, wouldn’t it?"