Chiva & Chupa 5

        A few hours had passed and the day drifted into late afternoon before there was another knock at the door. This time I made sure to look through the peephole and saw a squat middle aged gentleman with a briefcase. I let him in and he introduced himself as an immigration attorney. Chiva had called and talked with her uncle earlier and cleared his side of her visa. I was surprised he went along with it so quickly and easily. He had dropped by with a couple bags for her and a large box of fresh produce for all of us. There was nothing in the box that held interest for Chupa but there was plenty to make a few good meals. Her uncle said little and strangely gave me a hug before he left. Chupa had been sleeping off the day's events on my bed and did not stir for either the uncle's visit nor the attorney.

 

        Chiva and I sat down on the couch and the attorney say in the large padded chair. It was a simple process of filling out and signing the proper paperwork. Chiva's uncle had already filled out his section. Within half an hour the attorney was gone and I had custody of Chiva. It was a very strange feeling to have the legal fate of a woman I'd only met a couple days ago in my hands. Perhaps if I had a better sense of judgment I would have said we were taking things entirely too fast. As it was I was lovestruck and had a home that could accommodate them. After the attorney left Chiva and I both sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes. She moved her hand towards me and I started to bring mine closer but she suddenly got up and headed towards one of her bags.

 

  “There's holes in the cushions.” She pulled out a sewing kit.

  “That's courtesy of Chupa this morning. Her claws snagged and ripped apart the couch. It's ok though, it was an old couch anyways.”

 

        I stood from it and she started to thread a needle. I was going to protest and attempt to do it myself yet she had already started mending it by the time I opened my mouth. I watched her fingers move back and forth closing up the holes one after another. It was noticeable if you were in front of it but the stitching was invisible a few feet away. I leaned back against the counter and folded my arms across my chest.

 

  “You can cook, clean and sew. Is there anything you can't do?” I asked her.

  “I don't know how to play an instrument.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “I never learned how. My mother insisted that I learn housework instead even though my father was a decent flute player.”

  “Flute eh? Just so happens I have...”

 

        My words were cut short when I was suddenly pounced by Chupa. She had jumped up on the counter then jumped onto my back. I turned and stumbled a couple steps backwards with her. Chiva moved out of the way just in time for the two of us to crash into the couch and spill the cushions onto the carpet. Chupa slid out from under me and her tail brushed across my nose causing it to itch.

 

  “I'm hungry.” She said bluntly.

  “You could just ask instead of attacking.” I stood from the floor and replaced the cushions.

  “Its more fun to take you off guard.” She grinned.

 

        Shaking my head I headed into the kitchen to fix dinner for the evening. Chiva had said she would make breakfast but until then I was determined to show the both of them I could cook. Even though Chupa wouldn't really appreciate it. I looked at the box of produce and already had a dish in mind but for Chupa I cooked up a slab of bacon I had in my freezer. We stood around the counter again and ate the meal an hour later. After Chiva collected the dishes I moved to the table and started picking up stacks of books. Most of the paperwork were various drafts of projects I had in mind and was trying to obtain financing for. I moved one stack into my bedroom and came back for the second. Chupa was busy rolling around on the floor and looking at the ceiling. I stopped and watched her for a moment thinking that perhaps I should get her a chew toy. I sat the stack on the counter and crouched down then scratched her ear. Her leg started twitching and I was suddenly reminded of her coming on top of me the night before. With a cough I quickly stood and grabbed the stack again then moved to the bedroom to hide my bulging erection.

 

        That I was in love with Chiva there was no doubt. Maybe I was not in my right mind when I took them both into my home. I did not care though and I started to get a feeling that I would not let either of them go. There was no way I wanted Chiva to be without her friend but there was much more to it than that. Something deeper that I did not quite understand at the time. As the evening continued on we watched some television with Chiva and Myself sitting on the couch and Chupa resting on our laps. I got her head and scratched her ears for an hour while Chiva got the tail and groomed it with a comb. Chiva had laid her head on my shoulder mindful of her horns and before long the three of us drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

 

        I felt something move around me but I was too tired to pay it much attention until I hear a sharp gasp. Sleepily I opened my eyes to see Chupa straddling her friend with her hand under Chiva's dress. I blinked and moved forward to stand but Chupa's free hand slapped me back hard into the couch. Chiva's eyes were glazed and partially rolling into the back of her head. There were teeth marks at the base of her neck and a bit of blood coming from them. I shot up off the couch only to be knocked so hard in the belly by Chupa's hand that it left me breathless.

 

  “Stay.” Chupa commanded me.

  “What the hell did you do to her?” I demanded.

  “Mine.” Chupa growled.

 

        I was panicked and I had no idea what was going on. Chupa did not say anything else and Chiva started to moan. I attempted to shove Chupa and she turned her attention fully to me. Her right hand was slick with her friend's juices and she pushed me back once more. Then as fast as lightning she bit the base of my neck. This was different from the night before when she wanted to suckle a bit of my blood. This was the type of strike a rattle snake hits someone with. I felt a burning sensation at the points of impact then my body calmed and became completely unresponsive. I could still feel everything but I had no command of my arms or legs anymore. My breathing and my gaze were about the only things I had control of.

       

        Chupa's tail brushed against me as I watched her violate Chiva. Her fingers brought my love to orgasm then she dropped away to her knees and pulled the panties free from Chiva's body. Her head disappeared under the dress and I could hear her tongue at work on Chiva. I tried with all my might to move yet there was absolutely no possibility of it. Chupa's own shorts had slid free and she was busy using both hands on herself while licking. The situation grew more intense for me when I remembered how long of a tongue Chupa must have. Both of them came a few times before Chupa finally had her fill then curled up in a ball on the floor and fell asleep.

 

        It was an hour later that Chiva was able to start moving. She turned my head to face her eyes then started crying. She touched the bite mark on my neck then checked to make sure I was ok elsewhere before she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed uncontrollably. I wanted to embrace her and comfort her from the rape she had just received. I wanted to be furious at Chupa and kick her out of the house. I wanted to be angry.... but I was far from it. I couldn't have said if I had an erection but I was definitely the most aroused I had ever been to that point. I had just watched the girl of my dreams be tongue lashed by her childhood friend and I wanted to see more. Chiva started talking but little of it made sense. She took a minute then pushed her head away from my chest and spoke quickly while still crying.

 

  “I'm so sorry I told her to be quiet. She gets carried away when she's in heat at the full moon. I knew she had to do something so I told her to use me. I couldn't bear the thought of you being attacked by her again. I'm... you must think I'm a slut. I'll...” She choked on the words.

  “....no...” I barely whispered.

  “I can't ask you to ever forgive me after everything you've done.”

  “Chiva... it's... ok...” I croaked

  “Its not ok!” She shouted then stopped shocked at the volume of her own voice.

  “Yes... it is... what... what did she do to us?”

  “Its her venom. She rarely uses it. I can't apologize enough.”

 

        She was trying to make more excuses and I had regained enough of my movement by this time to silence her with a kiss. It was not like the two we had shared in my car. This was far more sensual and intense. It silenced her and she returned in as much as she could. It was not devoid of passion but it was more of a long lasting kiss of comfort. I could feel hear heart slow and I wrapped my arms around her then took a deep breath and kissed her a second time. Her crying had abated and she melted into my arms unable to move. I held on to her to keep her protected from the guilt she was consumed with. It was half an hour before she spoke again. This time she was much calmer and quieter.

 

  “My father found us like that. It was not the first time we'd done it. Chupa... I lost myself to her. I couldn't help it. The feeling was so... good. When he found us he beat Chupa badly and she barely escaped. I'm....” She sniffled.

  “Its ok... he's not here. Its just the three of us and I'm ok with this as long as you were consenting.”

  “Really?” She rubbed her nose on my shirt.

  “Really.”

 

        We stayed together on the couch in that embrace for the rest of the night. She was so worn out from the guilt and from the act that I did not even think of attempting anything. Chupa lazily snored and more than once I wanted to kick out my foot to silence her. Everything was going to be ok but there was something deep inside me that had been awakened. A strange urge and wanting I'd never known before. Chiva had her secret. She and Chupa had been lovers long ago when they were children. I had my own secrets. I wanted to have Chiva. I wanted to passionately make love to her and ease away all of her fears. I wanted to become one with her and share the rest of my life. I also found myself wanting Chupa there. Every time my mind thought of sex with Chiva, Chupa was right there with her. I shook my head trying to separate the two but I found it impossible. I wasn’t in love with the Chupacabra girl. Not that I could admit to myself anyway.