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"You look so cute, Fedya!"
A giggle escapes 8 year old Nikolina's lips as she stares at all the blood stained to 10 year old Fyodorova's skin, earning a scoff from the dark haired Russian girl. "And you look quite wonderful yourself, you know." Fyodorova says, a small smirk playing at her lips.
Nikolina held a knife in her tiny hands, dragging it across Fyodorova's pale skin. Oh, how Nikolina admired how red looked on her, leaning down to lap up the blood that dripped from her. "Aww, thanks, darl!" She chirped as Fyodorova cut her in return. They were both soaked in each other's blood.
Their little legs were entangled with each other, with the 8 year old straddling her best friend and half-sister as they desperately rutted into each other's cunts, equally as disgustingly wet as the other one. Fyodorova, being the older one, knew she should've put a stop to this, but this was the most entertainment she had in a while. For being such a tiny girl, Nikolina knew her way around a blade.
"Mhmm, your cuts are so fuckin' pretty," she giggled, continuing to drag her tongue across the scars. The knives split them open, like pretty pomegranates. They leaked like spread fruit. "I can't believe I'm making them!" Nikolina purred, moaning when Fyodorova traced her blade across her pale skin.
It was incredibly erotic to see such a pale girl getting ripped open like this; scarlet streaking across milky white like strawberry gashes, and Nikolina found herself utterly entranced by the other little girl. They were strange little girls, to say the least, playing with knives and getting all cut up instead of playing tea party or whatever. The 8 year old craved blood, having dreams of skinning Fyodorova alive with her tongue.
It was endless bliss for the two, grinding their hips into each other and whining from the sensation. The excruciating pain of being sliced open by kitchen knives, and the pleasure of being so intimate with each other. The 10 year old gasped when Nikolina pulled away, instead straddling herself onto her thighs and pressing directly on the cuts—
"Kiki," Fyodorova said, a glimmer in her eyes. "What are you," she breathed, "doing?"
A razor sharp smile split Nikolina's face, grinding her pussy over the fresh cuts on her sister, groaning from blood seeping into her cunny. "You look so beautiful like this, Fedya," she cackled like a fox overtaken by mania, surprising the older child, but she didn't fight back. In fact, she was quite intrigued. "Ahh... Kiki," she moaned. "You're hurting me."
The 8 year old bursted into another fit of laughter, holding the knife in her hand as her hips bucked back and forth, smearing the blood on Fyodorova's thigh and coating it with her juices. "Isn't that the point, Fedya?" Nikolina asked, adoring the look in her eyes, especially when she bought the blade to her mouth.
"And what do you intend to do with that, sestra (sister)?" She asked.
She understood when the knife slid into her mouth.
Letting out a moan, Fyodorova accepted it, her tongue dancing around the sharp blade in her little mouth. Nikolina moaned, feeling the cuts burning into her skin. This was bliss, another special moment shared with her big half-sister. Arms wrapped around each other, bleeding all over each other, their heads wrapped around the clouds and the sick rush flowing through their veins—
Endless love, heaven between two, sucking the hilt, and riding her thigh until she came, leaving it a sticky, gross mess. Fyodorova let out a small laugh, wondering how much of a horrible big sister she was. It didn't matter, because now they were kissing.