Taming theTemptress

The smile of pure exhilaration on Gia's face was slowly fading as the male rutting over her began to lag, they always lag. She wriggled beneath him, but the hulking construction worker's pleasing features have constricted into harsh lines.

“Harder!” Guiding his eyes down to hers, she spurs him by scoring his back with her nails, “I'm not made of glass.” Without breaking the connection he gives a measured thrust with a little more force, forcing his eyes closed ,followed by a pleasing “UHN!”, still need him faster, harder, that tell tale tingling started in her shoulders. Gia usually tired to keep her strength in check, trying not to overpower her prey, feeding on them slowly while they both writhed in ecstasy and orgasm. Usually it never worked out for her that way, now was one of those times, wrapping one arm around the back of his thick neck and tangling her other hand in his hair, she seized his mouth with fervor.

His moans were a green light that he was lost in sensation,clamping her thighs Gia rolled them not breaking there precious kiss, feeding always made her wanton. When she had her fill, Gia's smile was victorious, she straightened above him whipping her hips impossibly fast, his looks of lust and wonder fueling her upward momentum. When his grip bordered on pain, when his back bowed completely lifting her knees off the bed, screaming out in pure blinding pleasure she followed. She knew her eyes were illuminated their other worldly lilac glow, but she was to lost to care. Lifting and tucking her into his side he began to pet her murmuring sweet nothings.

“You're amazing... never had anything so good...stay...with...” And he's out folks! Zari is going to have my ass for this, I can hear her screech now “Drawing attention, unnecessarily....find a male feed for a time, look like a normal girl not an alley cat Gia!...” is it her fault males of this age are so timid? The 1800 now that was an era knights threw a fair maiden over his shoulder to be carried off and wickedly handled. The hygiene of this time were leaps and bounds better, but it still leaves something to be desired. She rose to get dressed doing her best not to wake the mass figure, she couldn't bring herself to feel remorse for not being able to keep the male, he was so predictable and boring, and that is before he would become her love zombie. She sighed finding her shredded panties, now this she regretted they were so pretty alas it was their time.

“...NOT AN ALLEY CAT, GIA! Dark gods what am I going to do with with you? Ashlin, Mairi and you I have a thousand gray hairs for you each...Are you mocking me?” Caught mid drawl imitating Zari's grim demeanor and tight lipped words, Gia immediately averts her gaze.

“I am the mother of this coven Gia, you would do well to remember this, just because you are my baby sister does not earn you as much give as you would think. The elders suggest I breed you to teach you responsibility...” Zari assesses Gia's look of genuine terror, which she quickly attempts to check, the thought of screaming young and responsibility for another made her skin crawl.

“We both know the elders are still stewing about Woodstock, I am told it is now considered a revolution of acceptance and free love. I had a hand in changing history!” Zari's beautiful fuchsia eyes darkening to a hostile crimson.

Sorry! That is all from them for now!

As it were the blog is going to be a novel!!! So I love you all for your support look for the ebook in 2014 Royal Trinkets!

I do have some other short sexy romps for you to enjoy!! Wish I may- Starting with Ms.Gia and her Incubus male, whether she wants him or not.

Love,
Tori Millz

Damon-Reason

             

          

            Sahara emerges with my prize sometime later, I am taken with every bit of her like I am laying eyes on her for the first time. Thick gossamer waves of blonde tresses fall in just the right way a curtain that doesn't hide but highlights her beauty curving at her plump breast. I should not admire her so, it is unhealthy especially if she will not have me, I will coerce her it must be done or worst of it she accepts me but can not conceive I will have to move to another. I have done it a thousand times over, the thought of her willing laying before me like a banquet makes my knees weak, the thought of leaving her makes my chest ache a pain I have known for many years, the intensity is what shocks me.

          Those glacier blue eyes of hers assessing me, there is so much strength in them and if there ever was fear, she never let it shine through I doubt she ever would. She is trying her best to read me as I am her I can tell when her eyes find mine and her cheeks light, with a dusting of deep pink. I feel a slow smile spreading across my face, the idea of covering her small, plump body with my own, is to much to handle, but I can't stop it. Two steps to the left as I begin to circle my prey, I will have her this night.

            My eyes fall to her pert round ass. Ah! gods the idea of my palms sounding hard against it, clutching her too tightly while forcing my way inside her.

I hear a groan, only to realize it is coming from me, I want so badly to touch her but the game is depravity that is the only way I will get what I want from her. My arousal gives way to annoyance of Sahara still standing in the door way.

“What?” The word a dagger sharper than I intended but her emotions are not of my concern. A menacing grin plays across her lips at Adelene and the girl blushes again, what is this?

“I found this little one canoodling with her human....she was not feeding.” She left the statement floating there in the air, turned sauntering out of the room no doubt pleased with herself. She is truly a self absorbed little tyrant, made a good pet at one point in my life, I no longer need her I am sure she is scorned by this but again not my concern. The look on Adelene's face lets me know Sahara's statement is true, I want to feel cold, detached but I can not, I can not muster it. All I feel is a pang of jealousy over a pathetic human whose life's end is less than a fraction of a fraction of my current age.    

Damon

….For a time, Damon thought to himself, mine for a time. He laughed, a bittersweet sound, there are two and they both share a part of her. Saralize, my mate my queen, centuries long love and loss never ending worth every second. The fates either smile upon me with good grace or inhumane laughter, there are two. Adelene has yet to show the marking of the Succuphant, though Alexandra shows no markings at all, but she is there in them both bits and pieces, broken into an identical pair. Adelene, in the time I have had her is passionate, strong, soft beauty that calls to me, from deep inside her. I want to be her everything and it is unnerving, I know it will be the same with the other girl as well, how can I love two women with a heart belonging to another altogether. Loving in her memory in the faith that she lays deep within them both...there are two.

I have tried every single woman of age, searching for the suitable queen to rule along side me and carry my heir. Only a mate could bear my child, carrying the mark of the succuphant, no other could even conceive, the first century or two it was a welcome distraction from the pain of her loss, then when her first return came, then died...it became routine. Only royal bloodlines suffered this at one time common bred succubi and incubus could have packs of young, in our weakened state we would be lucky to have a pack between the entire clan and these two girls were the last of the royal bloodline of our former Ashen, said to have died from sorrow of losing his mate. There were whispers that she was other, not of the Ancient ones at all, but mortal. If that were the case then that meant there were changes in the works here, era upon era we all suffered continuously falling under vampires, Buggane, half breeds and lore. The alliances of old were crumbling to ruin, I have to try them both one day, the one will grow to understand this accept me and this place as home.

Each day I see Adelene, I grow to need to see her more everyday savoring her perfection and beauty. She is strong never does she willingly offer me her tears or her moans of pleasure, I earn them through hard work and persistence. I fight the urge to visit her in her room or in her dreams, trying to give her space and time away, but it is damn hard. She has yet to lay with me and give her self to me in whole, if I have a chance of her accepting me willingly I will try for it. Time and time again she stops me and denies herself, no is so foreign not only for a king an Ashen but for an incubus, lifted skirts and parted thighs have feinted at my feet for a time to vast to account. A knock at the door alerts me, I have been pacing unawares.

“Come in.” I am not expecting Adelene for sometime so any other visitors are met with disinterest at worst infatuation at best.

“Ah, brother! What troubles do you have in your palace on the hills?” Gaberiel's cheerful disposition is most definitely unwelcome, he was of the light but a brother all the same a bond formed over wars against the rising of the Buggane.

“She comes in a fortnight to the breeding grounds, I have not attempted the other yet.” He greets my statement with a snort, fingering his shoulder length blond hair in rapt amusement.

“If all your worries rest on which beauty you will mount first, your life is indeed an utter loss.” I give a shrug, that is why we are close he meets strife with jest easing my worry for fleeting moment or two. I move to take a seat at my desk, and he perches in a seat near a bowl of fruit, plundering an apple and polishing it on his shirt.

“What do I owe this visit, Gaberiel?” He feigns hurt, eyes wide and brows raised.

“Can I not simply check in?” I shot him a look that let him know yes he can but does he ever?

“Yes...Well...the seer, Sheva has her in sights, I have heard talk of Buggane attacking her in the street...” Shock sets in, He adjusts himself in his seat before he continues. “ The girl faired well, said she is accompanied by a Fylgia, this one a wolf.” That is where she was no doubt why I did not see her nights ago, Fylgia protect their charge to the death most times, no doubt he blanketed her or at the worst bedded. If she accepts him and his claim that will make this all the harder, because if it is her, I will kill for her. As for Sheva, she was birthed of a dark time for the world, full of chaos and evil, innocent blood spilled in the streets, we warred, murdered and fed as we pleased. Until my Saralize, she was so full of compassion and good, my mortal wicca, she in her own right deserved to be a goddess and I know that is what drew me to her.

“Have you heard of where she maybe now?” Gaberiel ponders this for a bit before biting into his prized apple, I suspected it shined from all the nervous polishing.

“Not as of yet, we will continue to scour it is only so long before the carnage becomes obvious.

“Well if that is all, I am expecting someone soon. We will have to continue this another time, brother.” He rises without further prompting years of this and he knows me well.

“One more thing tell me of these potential queens, does one suit your fancy at least?” He raises a hopeful brow.

“They both do, they are sisters...twins.” Gaberiel grips his chest and sputters apple along the floor, choking he looks at me in disbelief. “Then the fates surely smile upon you, maybe they will continue their good favor and make them equally lusty and insatiable.” With that he adjourned singing a light melody in old Norse, vikings never lose their heritage, and may he never in his centuries to come.

My mind draws back to Adelene I sent her back to her room because the sight of her vulnerable and naked would surely have made break a many a vow. I also sent her away less than fulfilled, not hungry but unsatisfied now that I have calmed I feel the need to rectify this injustice. I will page Sahara, she should still be up, and have her bring Adelene to me I wonder if she would like to share this bed with me. A hopeful fool, I push the thought from my mind though the satisfaction of it is lingering.

Yes...Sir

 “Adelene this will hurt...” Damon circles me again I can see him moving in my peripheral vision, I dare not look up at him my backside still stings from learning that lesson. I sit as still as possible my legs ache from kneeling for so long I let my wrists rest against the leather cuffs, my hair falling over my face I am glad for it not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my tears. “...Only as much as you allow it to, the pleasure of the outcome is what you have to look forward to. Do you understand?” He stops his circle anticipating my answer.

“Yes, Ashen.” I see the pleasure pulsing through him down to his feet, he rewards me with lightly brushing his lips against mine while he reaches between my slightly parted legs to softly caress me. I welcome the touch and my body starts to shake, we have been at this for hours, over and over, climbing brimful about to explode then all too soon his menacing fingers are gone.

“Hmmm...Good girl. When I tell you to stop, you stop do you understand?” I whimper in response wanting so bad for my well earned release, he slides his hand down my back his hand landing soundly on my bottom. I wince, then I revel in the feel of his hand tenderly massaging away the sting. I want to beg, beg and plead for him to end this...or to keep going til I climaxed and went limp against my bindings.

“Do you understand ?” His voice was sharper, a wicked warning and it makes me tremble.

“Yes Ashen.” Another brush of his lips, and he lingers teasing me goading me knowing that I am hungry in every sense by which my body can interpret it.

“Go!” I felt the words on my lips and drew him in, pulling greedily at the energy he freely let me take, pulling against my restraints wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him to me. My hips rocked at the warming that started at my core and spread outward, I shuddered and pulled, like the starved animal I am becoming.

“Good girl, stop!” I heard him in a daze, He is just so delicious warm and powerful, I hear his low growl and am at once aware I release him from my pull and lower my eyes to the floor once more. The first two times we tried, I could not stop he tortured my body with his silken caress, only to leave me wanting then drained every once I had taken back from me.

“Ah, Adelene you please me.” I did not move stalk still and quiet that is where he wanted me, obedient girls pleased him, I learn then I earn freedom, always a plan B. His voice called to me again, there was a twinge of earnest in his tone. “Do you want to please me Adelene?” I could not fight the urge to steal a glance, I had to see his face, I do like pleasing him though everything about this situation tells me otherwise. I choose the safest route giving him a simple 'Yes Ashen', he frowned at this.

“DO NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK I WANT TO HEAR!” His voice boomed over me echoing off of every surface of the room, reflecting back to me a hundred times. Again I flounder I do not understand the rules to these games, I am unaware I am punished, I am to a tune I am punished, I am commendable... Though his punishments are arousing making my body sing out with each time his hand spanked and warmed my flesh, or tenderly caressed at his leisure, they were still just that, a punishment, no relief.

“I do want to please you, Damon.” I speak the truth but I do not understand why I feel this way, I want to say it is my new nature, that he is my Ashen, a king but it is only an excuse. He raises his brows in genuine surprise, he unbuckles each of my wrists, I rub them in gratitude. I frown to see Damon walking in a solemn tone head low, as he sinks into a chair along the far wall, when I approach him it is with caution for as much as I try I just can not read him. He reaches for me before I have a chance to stop pulling me onto his lap, nuzzling his face to my hair, encasing me in his strong warm arms.

“Please me you do, sweet. I can not explain this to you, you will not understand it now, just know Adelene, you must not care for me, feel not tenderness for I will only bring you pain. I am not a strong man nor am I charitable, I will not deny you.” Where was this coming from? He seemed dazed as he slowly rocked us, petting me and kissing my head, it was...comforting, warm tenderness. I felt safe in his arms I turned my head toward his neck, pressing my lips to the soft skin there, barely grazing his jaw with my nose trailing my kisses there too. Damon tensed, stopped rocking he gazed down at me with a look of pure intent, when he spoke his voice was eerily calm.

“Let us get you to your bed...” his words did not match anything in his demeanor, he stood with me still in his arms then gently set me on my feet, taking my hand he led me into the bedroom, hope spread wide wings deep in my belly but he donned a robe on to me tying the sash unnecessarily tight. He led me in to the office then still holding my hand, even as he called for Sahara, I still have unattended needs, needs I don't fully understand but needs none the less. Sahara looks angry as she has since that first night not one smile or proffered word from her, she was so friendly that first night, then again I was also otherwise intoxicated. She grabs me by the arm, her grip vice like, yep she is definitely hostile and it is not appreciated, I jerk my arm from her, making my own path to my room opening then slamming the door directly in her face. I am angry, uncomfortable in so very many ways, in a feeble attempt I try a bath, it does wonders as I sink in I feel some of the tension subside though my backside is sensitive. Some of the tension but definitely not all, sink further into the hot water until my knees break the surface but my chin was partially submerged, think, think...but I couldn't focus all my thoughts kept falling on Damon then some on Markus. Damon's manner of control each finger stroke concise, as well as every strike as his hand met waiting flesh the thought made me want to arch my back in pleasure before these days I had never known. Markus was wild in his attempt, lifting me high against the wall hungry for every inch of my body, unbridled unkempt falling to the floor, biting and hair pulling. I sighed as I let my hands roam over my own unfamiliar curves, plump breasts still new to me it all felt so good unbinding my current strife. When Markus cleared his throat I nearly jumped out of my skin, he was standing over me watching, his shaft rigid as ever, after a few deep breaths he eased to his knees beside me. He reached across the length of the tub returning with a a bottle, he squeezed a generous amount into his palm then he rubbed his hands together until it was evenly spread. I watched him, my wild man stalking me like prey, eyes never parting from my face as I took him in, he reached out slowly wrapping his fingers around my throat splaying them wide, his little finger nearly brushing my breasts.

“We are supposed to touch Markus.” I feel no conviction in my words, in fact I sounded like I was purring, entirely possible, his hand spread and cups my breast kneading and squeezing.

“We are not touching...I am. Unless you would rather I watch or ...leave?”....  

Markus

In the center of the room is something that resembles colonial gallows, a sleek bar attached to ropes and pulleys with a small platform slightly raised off the floor and two leather cuffs hang on either side of it. Next to it is what looks like a surgical table, covered in instruments I am relieved to find no glinting metal there, a quick peek reveals more leather a riding crop and some other things that I can't even process. I turn my gaze to another large shape taking a second to come into focus, I large padded table it looks like it could seat at least four people. It has one single thick leg at the center, the wood is shiny looking a deep chocolate brown against the black bubbles of leather over the padding, my hand skims over the top and it pivots on its leg so that now it falls forward, more cuffs clatter one at each corner.

“So how exactly is this supposed to teach me my limits?” I could not take my eyes away from the sight. It is like a museum of sexual mischief, centuries spilling over until past and present collide.

“ It takes a firm hand, these are just instruments meaningless without the proper master at the helm.” He glances nervously behind him. “ I want you to think on this, not that you have a choice but you eager and willing to learn would be appreciated. Sahara will see you back to your room, remember our agreement sweet. I will kill for what is mine.” With nothing else to be said he dismissed me and I am still too drunk to feel hurt, to feel anything other than satisfaction. I follow after him back into the library, Sahara meets me at the entrance. When I look back at Damon he is turning off all the lights and lighting more of the candles around the bed all of his movements hurried like he was expecting something or someone, at that thought I meet resistance within myself, he closes the door to the bedroom giving me one last glinting lustful gaze. Sahara pulls me back out into the corridor, concern is etched around her eyes. After sometime my buzz starts to die out and I feel so aggravated by that fact, its unnerving, but what goes up as they say. When we finally reach my door Sahara still has not spoken, I step inside and she lingers still silent.

“Are you okay?” Sahara looks at me blankly, then smiles a tight smile and I know she is anything but, before I can pry any further she motions toward the bathroom.

“Your human, Markus he is in there as before, though I doubt you are hungry in anyway.” She sounds so snide as she turns on her heel and marches from the room, I guess I better go untie Markus.

Kneeling beside the tub like before he sits stalk still never glancing up or acknowledging my presence even when I am right over him. Again I am taken back by how beautiful men can be I never noticed maybe it is this place, these people, but he is human. My train of thought halts as he glances up at me, those eyes are filled with fear, lust and abandon, like his entire world lies at my feet.

“Markus? Is that your name?” He gives one solid nod his eyes not leaving mine. “ Markus I am so sorry for what I did to you and for leaving you, I am new to this...So hungry...I am so so sorry.” I go to untie him and he is kneeling willingly nothing to unhitch, just stalk still of his own accord.

“No harm done, I would have died a happy man, if you are hungry I will gladly sate you it is my choice.” Why? Why would anyone volunteer to be food, being here is one thing but if it were me being fed off of I would fight. Those eyes skim over me as he rises again astonishingly naked and overwhelmingly large, I am the one who has to look away.

“Why are you so willing to sate me? Do you not have any other ambitions over your own to leave this place at the very least?” When he is at his full height I have to lift my chin so that my eyes can meet his, my face almost brushing his chest I shift slightly.

“I did and I fought with everything I had in me that was how I ended up at the picking. If we misbehave they feed us to the young ones who could easily kill us not being able to curb their hunger.” He smiles a deep and woeful smile, I know for all the reasons in the world why I should not want him or any of this. I should be falling apart, I should be sad, I don't know these people I don't know Markus, I don't know Sahara, and I don't know Damon. Damon, he touches me and all reason is gone, he is why they are keeping me here, and he has plans for me I know it I just wish I knew what they were but until then no sex will keep him at bay.

“I do not want you to satiate me, I do not want us to touch Markus it will be too much for either of us. What I do want is for you to help me, we need to get out of here and for god sakes where the hell is here?” He shifts slightly, causing my gaze to drop lower, when I pull away to his face again he carries a look of proud satisfaction.

“I know we are somewhere near Ireland, I remember being flown here and accents as we moved about, everything is really fuzzy, another slave told me a siren led us here that is why we don't remember much.” He shifts again, he must be uncomfortable and very, very naked.

“ Do you want some privacy so you can...” I make a rather rude gesture and he raises his eyebrows, then smiles again.

“I can try, but you don't have to leave...” he leaves the invitation hanging, surprisingly I want to stay, but I force myself to turn and close the door behind me. I hear him start the shower and the tell tale sound of the interrupted water, I try to busy myself but finally succumb to the calling bed sinking into the plush richness, tossing a pillow and sheet to the floor for Markus. I find the days playing like a sad movie through my head as I try to grasp it all, it is just to much, when Markus finally emerges from the bathroom I lay very still not wanting to tempt either of us anymore than necessary. He stops at the edge of the bed glancing from the pillow on the floor to the bed with unabashed longing, but with not a word he sinks down on to his bedding, I drift unwillingly into sleep.

Lessons Learned

When I woke I couldn't quite move at first, it spread painfully first from my fingers and toes intersecting in the middle. I sit up with a start flashes of Damon flooding to the forefront of my mind, I am so dizzy and I hurt all over.

“Easy now...You have very interesting dreams.” Damon speaks from somewhere in the darkness, as the room comes into focus, I do not recognize it, it is all blacks and blues, very apt for how I feel right now, I give him a wary look.

“How do you know what I dream? And for that matter What the hell did you do that for?” He steps to the wall and brightens the room, he is smiling. I am so very glad I am amusing.

“It is an incubus trait ones as old as I possess, we can watch and interfere. There was a time that was the only way we could survive.” He pauses slowly strolling a little closer to me, I slide across the compressible mound of mattress, effortlessly on the satin sheets. “ As for the other part, I taught you a very valuable lesson, never bite off more than you can chew dear.” Despite the cliché, he sounded sincere, but really its not like I could help it.

“I couldn't help it and lesson well learned I feel like I have been hit by a truck.” I massage my aching arms, he continues his leisurely approach and I haven't run out of bed yet. When he finally reached the bed he slowly placed one knee then followed by the other he crawled toward me, his short onyx black tresses falling forward over his horns.

“I see and you couldn't stop my pull or pull back either, I can teach you that is why you are here. In order to live the way we do coexisting with humans and feeding on them we have to know. Your situation from what we know is different, you were claimed not naturally born, without anyone to guide you, you would kill and we can't have that now can we?” I don't want to kill anyone, and from what I experienced it is a very unsatisfying way to go. I frown up at him he is all but looming over me, his face is filled with kindness it is hard to place with his horns and pale skin. He seems like he is trying too hard, I feel something in my gut, he reaches out and skims a hand across my thigh and pleasure shoots through my body making me quake. His other hand starts on the opposite leg in the same spot of origin, sliding slowly they meet in the middle at the core of my body. I release a deep seated moan, for the millionth time, in three days I think, he grins then pulls slowly until my legs unfold. I feel the need to make a stand against this, this is another lesson he is trying to teach, that I don't want to learn the hard way. He tucks me below him while he stands over me on all fours, his hand skims across the satin camisole, stoking me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I sigh writhing under his light mapping of my entire body, I have felt this mounting feeling for days, days of being kept on edge.

“Not to you, for you I am going to give you release and I am going to feed you.” He continues to run his hands up and down the insides of my legs only just grazing the the lace trim of the shorts, and I have never hated an inanimate object more. No a stand I need to fight this I don't trust him, I grapple for control of my body sitting up slightly on my elbows trying to rise his firm hand glides me back into the plush bedding.

“No sex, I haven't done that yet and I don't want....” His thumb presses hard on the crease of the shorts between legs and my words meet their end in my throat.

“It is in your nature, succubus sex is needed to live. You crave it, look at your body weeping for this.” Another stroke of his thumb and I raise my hips and grip the sheets for dear life.

“No..No sex.” He sighs a deep and pleasing sound, looking down at me he seems to be grappling with his own thoughts.

“As you wish, but you seem to like this,” He cups my entire sex rubbing the heel of his palm ruff against the most sensitive part of my body. I buck against his hand reveling in the friction, seeking more of it, he eases his hand away and I whine.

“Do you...like this? Could I try a little more ?” He waits patiently not touching me again watching as my body calls to him.

“Yes, please!” I just want friction, need it more than air, but no sex I can manage this I try and get a hold on my rampant emotions. He smiles but grants me more of his precious touch, then he lowers his face the top of my shorts seizing the hem in his teeth, as his nose tickles the the skin beneath it. His nimble fingers assist him in freeing the lower half of my body I didn't even notice my lack of panties, he wastes no time in returning to his task at hand.

“I want to taste you beautiful, girl.” I open my eyes in alarm worrying he wants to feed again I don’t think my body can take anymore. When Damon follows up my thighs again he parts them quickly and with force, his hands are warm and soft but strong. He leans over me, “This is meant give, not take.” and as his lips meet mine, they are urgent and just as hot as before the fire is sparked. I give in drinking in every single ounce of pleasure and when I pull he gives and it is like nothing I have ever experienced before, I wrap my fingers in his hair trying to get him closer, he does not budge no contact between us but his lips and his firmly planted hands. All to soon he pulls away sinking lower on the bed, before I can process the writhing pleasure I feel from this banquet he has just presented to me his mouth is on me again hot and hungry. He leans into where his hands meet and tentatively licks and nips, the feeling is so foreign I try to wriggle out of his sights he growls and snatches me back. The sensation is astonishing loving every minute of its intensity but I feel a building, from deep inside of me, I cry out against it not knowing whether to try and move again or press him tighter to me. I feel his finger circling slowly around the entrance to my body, the tip dipping in every so often. It does nothing but goad on the roller coaster soaring higher in my body, he eases a little more in each time and a little faster, following the rhythm of his unrelenting mouth. In no time at all that finger is thrusting my back bows off the bed and the pleasure is so intense I scream and I sob but I do not think I ever want him to stop. I realize with a start that I am climaxing, I, Adelene Ria Martin, am coming and I scream just that with a sound of triumph Damon lifts his lips to mine once more. He is feeding my body in so many ways, thrusting til my body is spent and can take no more he lets me draw from him til my entire body falls limp. He rolls on to his side beside me gazing down at me with what looks like pride.

“Good girl.” He smooths my hair from my face before he continues, “I am quite impressed with this little body of yours, though I would like to enjoy all of it. I will respect you in this, for now, I just ask you hold everyone to the same standard. Especially, the humans, you would not want to give something so precious to something so undeserving.” He gives me a stern look, but I can not focus on anything but the warm tingling all over my body, I see why Sahara called this drunk.

“ Will it always be like this?” I writhe and giggle staring at my hands above me.

“I should hope not, I like to consider my self exceptional.” He murmurs dryly raising from the bed, as would all men I am sure … I think to myself.

“No, not what I meant. Will I always feel so drunk?” I roll to my front and then to my back again everything feels so pleasant. He gets an excited gleam in his eye then.

“ Like everything else, you must learn you limits and I would like to teach you them, it would bring me much joy. Rise girl and follow me I will show you.” I try my best to follow his instruction but I am so easily distracted in my current state. He lifts me carrying me to the end of the bed, setting me feet on the floor and taking my hand leads me through yet another door way. I stop in the candlelight and survey what I have been presented with, it looks like a medieval torture dungeon, all leather, metal and that same warm wood. 

Ashen

I can not bring my self to abandon him helpless to greet her, I feel inexpressible, anger at myself for hurting him, achy but brimful. I don't feel sated but I am no longer hungry, the thought is grim and I immediately hate myself for wanting anything more from him.

“You know if you fuck them they last longer and recover faster. Its because you give a little back, energy of the universe and all that.” She made a n uninterested kind of gesture, she looked me over not giving anything away.

“I have a very interested someone who wants to meet you, your timing is impeccable now that you have eaten you look bright eyed and bushy tailed. Don't worry they will feed and take care of the human, you will have another one ready and willing tonight.” Her grin was infectious, I felt giddy it didn't match my thoughts. There was a warming sensation in all my limbs, I felt the need to move to dance, I giggle.

“I don't want another one I like him.” I pout and then continue in a fit of giggles,

Sahara follows suit.

“ You are drunk love, but it will have to do let me help you dress.” She walked over to the chest of draws, I catch glimpses of her between turns as I spin about. Sahara watched me smiling in mild amusement.

“Newbies are always so refreshing, you don't know the monotony of a century or three. You should enjoy being here, you will look back on it fondly, learning about yourself and your new history, most importantly you will learn to control your nature.” I couldn't peg the tone she was using it almost sounded wistful, but not quite.

“Who am I going to see?” I felt flush, dizzy from my spinning and fell out across the bed.

“You are going to see Damon, the Ashen of this sanction in our area he wants to talk to you.” I am sobering quickly, I hope there is no hangover to this.

“ What's an Ashen?” My voice sounds sing song, she walks to the bed and pulls a satin nightie over my torso and matching burgundy shorts, the lace trim tickled causing another round of giggles. Sahara looked over down at me softly.

“Rise girl let's not keep him waiting.” She is so nice, very blunt but not a bad trait in my opinion. I feel so peppy, like a got a double dose of awesome though I am concerned for that guy...I don't even know his name. I fit into laughter again, Sahara gives me a stern and sobering look, as she opens the door and we enter the hall. What flew in her bonnet? I try my best to look contrite, we walked for far longer than any corridor should ever last, coming to a solid oak door. The two panels of wood were deep brown, a drastic contrast to the stark stone walls that held it.

The doors gave to the warm inviting room that resembles a study, from wall to wall there were shelves stacked high with books and on a desk in the corner a laptop glowed in the dim light of a fire. Sahara prodded me in further, following closely behind, I am soaking in the warm dark woods and the soft carpet beneath my bare feet. There are paintings on every wall, all oils and they look very old , but one seems to have captivated me there is a great beast almost like a man with a very beautiful face. The beast has great wings that look leathery but soft, he has great horns that flare out on either side of his head, but he is the very definition of beauteous. In one great clawed hand he has the breast of a very fair girl, though he is upon her she looks calm and wanting, she looks almost as if she is pleading for the beast to take her...

“Ah, Sahara you never fail me do you?” The voice gave me a great start nearly jumping from my skin. I dare to glance in its direction, it is exquisitely low and smooth, as is the man it belongs to. He is a pale figure, but he towers over everything he surveys, he is thin but in his shirtless state I can see the ripple of every last muscle as he walks. His arms are behind his back, he strides to us in all confidence then slows as he begins to ellipse me, I immediately avert my eyes dropping them back to the soft cream carpet and wiggle my toes. He makes a small sound of approval as he comes to a stop in front of me I can see his bare feet parallel to my own, he grasps my chin pushing it upward so that our eyes meet.

“Let me look at you, there will be plenty of time for you to stare else where later.” I feel there is more to the meaning of his words but I can not think on it to deeply, though a shiver travels through my body. His face resembles that in the painting, too fair, his lips are sculpted, strong as is his jaw his skin looks smooth steel wrapped in suede and I pine to touch it. His eyes deep blue, like jewels and they glitter with excitement, and just off to the side of his forehead were small horns. I feel the strange urge to stroke them I reach my fingers out and he leans out of reach, tsking at me making me feel as if I have done something very wrong and my hands fall back to my sides.

“All in due time, Adelene dear.” His face comes near mine once more, so close the words brush across my face like a flitting breeze, my eyes fall again to his lips and I am hungry again.

“May I taste you?” Not exactly sure of his meaning I give a small nod. He smiles and chuckles just a little under his breath, then he brushes his lips against mine. Feather soft but solid, it leaves its mark and I want more.

“Your eyes are very telling girl.” He murmurs the words against my lips as he continues to tease. I am all sensation from the contact, I don't understand how I have become so wanton, in three days I have felt things I have never known needs. I used to cling to my virginity now I seem to want to hand it away freely. I lunge for him landing my lips hard on his, I feel the now familiar esthesis of hunger, and I draw on him with no give. I open my eyes and his are filled with humor, I immediately release him and he drops his hand from my chin.

“You can't feed on my silly girl, as weak of an attempt as it was, I can give freely though. Either way the point is moot, let me show you how to feed.” He grabs me hard around my waist, pulling me in close I place one of my hands on his shoulder to balance myself. He guides my other hand in his out to the side so we look as though we are going to dance, he spins us once and then dips me low, my breathing goes shallow. He licks each of my lips with a flick of his tongue, then pulls on my bottom lip for a nibble. When he kisses me it is a scorching blaze I arch from the pressure of it, then it changes I feel a pull and he draws deep on me. The pleasure is blinding though I start to feel weak, I try to push against his shoulder the hand falls limp. My vision becomes black at the edges and I feel a sinking feeling as everything becomes heavy.

“Ash, that is enough she is still so new, she doesn't even know how to feed properly she may not recover as she should.” Sahara's voice was panicky and high from concern I could almost hear it fading, into the darkness.

He paused briefly and only once, “Pull back.” The command was soft but stern, I almost missed it as the abyss crept in, I focused my last molecule of energy to try and do as I am told. I feel it a tiny tid bit of relief then it is gone the abyss succeeds and conquers even inch of my vision, I feel my body lift then laid down on soft cool fabric. I give in to the exhaustion feeling an overwhelming sadness...

The Manor

“Did you not like the looks of your dinner girl?” She tilts her head in the direction, of the only conscious male in the room now picking at the food on the table with complete disinterest. I lift my head from where I’m laying in the floor in an attempt to sit up right and fail falling weakly back to my start. “Perhaps you would prefer something prettier? Maybe softer? To each her own but I do find it very hard to turn down, a big, thick brute, the fight excites me.” She gives him a lingering glance.

“Leave him alone,” I whimper weak, a her gaze falls to me again bemused then a grin cut across her beautiful features.

“Ah, so that is it, we have a vegan!” She chuckled and turned motioning for the handlers in the hall. “What is your name?” This time her look was almost kind and nurturing.

“Adelene.” I manage but my vision is getting blurry fading into black around the edges.

“Well dear sweet Adelene, I am Sahara I am responsible for your well being and I take great pride in that. You must eat, even a newly claimed like you needs to feed. The meat and wine will only get you so far, So we will doggy bag this just in case,” motioning at the man again. “ but if you do not want him later I am sure we can find someone to tickle your fancy.” The other girls filed in to follow Sahara, and the handler lifted me close to his chest following in toe, my head lulls against his shoulder.

I awake on a plush bed, my robe is gone so I clasp the sheet beneath me around my body as I rise. I still feel so weak, sick to my stomach the room is softly lit my a lamp on the bedside table, beside it is a bowl overflowing with fruit. I am alone again, the room is sparse there are a few antique pieces of furniture, a large chest of drawers rises almost to the ceiling. The carpeting is soft under toe, and beautiful gossamer coats every window falling into deep waves of black, the bed is immense more than enough room for two or three people. I continue my stroll toward the windows, parting the curtains and giving a decisive tug on the frame it doesn't budge. I walk on toward an open door and flip the switch for the lights, it is nothing short of a haven a large echoing bathroom, soft tones of olive and browns fall everywhere. The bath tub looks as though I could swim laps in it, I approach it when a miniscule movement catches my eye, kneeling head hanging low, was my 'dinner' from earlier. I run over to him to inspect further, his hands are bound by leather cuffs behind his back, he doesn't raise his eyes I take the opportunity to admire him more closely. Even from this angle of me standing over him he is bigger than me, large in every sense of the word, broad shoulders and angular jaw. I trace my hand down the plains of his back to the cuffs to free his hands to ease him as I better study his features. His dark black hair is messy and disheveled, I am sure some of this is on purpose. I take my hand and carefully lift his face slightly to have a better look at him, when he reluctantly glances up at me through thick lashes, I see he is quivering and I feel awful.

“Come on stand up I am not going to hurt you,” I try for my best friendly smile despite hunger and dizziness. As he rose his face didn't change he still gazed at her, when he was at his full height should could not help but be impressed then her eyes fell upon him steady hardening. Never in my life had I seen a penis and during the course of one day I have seen three and one of them twice. I couldn't help reaching out one steady lit hand and graze my fingers across the tip, so soft and so big. I trace my palm across the bottom, its heavy, I look up and see his gaze rapt on my ministrations his jaw clenching and I can see the tick under his light stubble. Coming to my senses I attempt to draw back my hand, he clings to my wrist bringing my hand close then closing it around him in a fist cupped by his own hand.

“Please,” he whispered, “being near you...it makes me...”He grits his teeth as he uses my hand to lightly stroke himself slow deliberate movement, my skin tingling and the faint light spreading. “I can't stay like this, your hungry I can feed you.” I lean my face up to shoulder he smells so damn good everything I could imagine a man to smell like and more he smelled delectable of want.

He leans down and drags his lips across my neck moving his other hand slowly down my back, he releases my hand and splays both of his across my backside hoisting me high around his waist. He walked with a purpose to the wall using his body to imprison me there while his hungry lips starting a search for mine, I hazily stared into the mirror over his shoulder. My eyes looked like warm honey flowing with flakes of gold trapped in a river dark brown hues meeting brilliant gold. I hardly recognized this wanton creature, writhing under the touch of another, he tried her lips in one small testing peck. I seized upon him, on hand pushing against the wall I spilled us both out on the floor, I clutched his face in my hand, the other finding a firm grip in his hair, feverishly kissing and drawing on him deep. He tastes awe-inspiring, I feel him moving under me, I realize that I want him there deep inside me, but I hear him struggle. Then his arms flail pushing hard against my chest I don't budge, his eyes roll until I see the whites and he goes limp. My body lurched as I released him, and panic setting in I shake him willing him to not be dead.

“Please wake up, please wake up!” I call to him he doesn't stir, I place my ear to his lips and hear faint breaths. My hand on his chest registers a strong beating, I sag with relief.

“Well done girl I was beginning to worry we may have to force feed you.” Sahara sounded delighted, I wonder how much of that she had seen. 

In the dark

“..I am so hungry...I have never been this hungry before..” I can't help my thought from always going back to food. I can hear other people, but I can't see anything because of the blindfold, I hear someone whimpering and some soft panting. They said I am here to learn but I don't understand they took my clothes, and bound my hands above me. I have been left here kneeling hanging, from my upward arms, they ache so do my legs though the floor is covered in plush soft carpet. The worst of all is the fear of not knowing, what they are going to do, no one touches me, and that is confusing all on its own why have naked people kneeling, blindfolded if you aren't going to touch them? The room is filling with people I can hear them getting louder and closer, there is food I can smell it and there is something sweet wafting all around me and I makes my hunger grow deep. I can now feel the warmth of proximity, but it disappears too quickly, I feel the helplessness of not being able to cover my body for being on display.

“Remember good folk do not touch them, they have not fed, there is nothing more dangerous than a ravenous succubus. Incubus have been held through here as to keep them from interacting and killing one another, quite a lively batch this claiming.” The glee and gasps of pleasure are sickening, so we are all here for the same purpose whatever it maybe. All I have to do is be strong, I can make it through this at least until Alexandra comes. I know she will, I feel a tear trail down my face met by nimble fingers to remove it. A shudder runs through me and my hunger flares back to the front of my list.

“Careful Sahara, that girl almost killed a watcher and a handler preparing her last night.” The cheery male voice was back, I fought as hard as I could but then I was just so hungry, I blacked out I don't remember almost killing anyone.

“Did she now?” A female voice purred laced in satisfaction, “I do love moxie, Ashen requested two females and one male, but this one is too appealing to pass up. I will fore go the male for her, take her down and feed her.” I feel like a steer being bought and sent to slaughter. The thought is unappealing, when they free my eyes from the blackness I blink and squint hard against the light, its a party an auction all I can do is stare in disbelief. I wrapped in a satin robe, its soft and welcome and walked past the banquet table over flowing with food, I whimper I thought she said to feed me, I want to protest but think against it. They lead me into an elevator and we go down, the corridor it looks like a fine hotel nothing resembles the dungeon I made my start in. I enter a room there are two other girls both my look around my age, their eyes give it away I do not focus on them for long because there is food piled high in dishes. The way I launched myself into the array was nothing short of animalistic clenching a chicken leg for dear life, I feel like I have not eaten in far more than two days. I get my fill shoveling hand full after hand full, but once my initial anxiety fades I notice the food does not taste good, in fact it has no flavor it solicits no real satisfaction. The door that I came through opens again and in strolls a line of men all handsome, naked and sullen, one for each of us. They want us to feed, even if the idea did not repulse me I don't know how, when their sent fills the room I feel a roll inside me I release a whine of protest. I reach out for a muscular male on the end auburn hair and chocolate brown eyes, and ball my hand into a fist. The other girls pounce not giving it another thought, circling the remaining two giving them flirting and fluttering touches as they do. It is predatory stalking at its best a blonde, curvaceous and full plants a soft kiss on her chosen males' impressive chest then running her hands down his back in an embrace. The second succubus is a red head, she toys with hers in the same fashion boldly grasping him by his hardening length stroking it impassively, he releases a gasp she licks his parted lips and kisses him deep pushing him back onto the bench where they were seated. I look away feeling my cheeks heat, and it spreads to my entire face, I hear her moan with pleasure and them him struggle, glancing up I see his mouth wide her pulling something unseen from him, her hands still stroking but they are glowing alight, her eyes are a fearsome flowing moving like magma through a trench. She then moves to straddle him taking his whole length not releasing his mouth, soon the room is filled with a cacophony of sounds pleasure and pain blended, my would be male and I lock eyes damn it I'm hungry....