by Havok, Rayne
She finally turns, there are tears flooding her eyes, and fuck if they don’t enhance her beauty even further. My cock quickly swells, leaking a few of its own tears.
She gestures to me for help out of her wings and I oblige. She indicates the two chairs, waiting for me to sit before she does.
“I told them no,” she says, abruptly.
“No to sex?”
“Yes. I was very clear that sex was not permitted.”
“Ok. So, there was a sexual altercation between you and Mark Hughes?”
She nods her head, “He was inside of me before I could stop him.”
“Not that I have any room to ask this, but why not call security?”
“It was too late for him by then.”
“Too late how? What happened to him?”
“I want to tell you this, just so you can get the understanding you obviously need. But I will not let you do anything about it. If I feel threatened in any way, I will have to act.”
I’m sure she can see me puff up a little from the threat. “How about you tell me what happened and I’ll judge whether or not I take that information to the system that governs this country.”
“You wouldn’t make it that far.”
She is smiling, but her words don’t sound like a joke.
“So, you want to tell me something, and I have to keep it a secret, or you’re going to kill me?”
“Right.” The smile is gone now.
“And what if I just took you to the station and had you booked on threatening an officer?”’
“I suppose I wouldn’t kill you for that, but I wouldn’t go with you.”
I give up; I suppose I can cross the bridge when the time comes, but right now, I’d really like to hear what the fuck is actually happening around here. “Go ahead, Tula. I’m listening.
Chapter ten
Tula…
His posture is not at all what I need right now. He’s rigid and rough, very agitated at having his power threatened. I like him much more when his body warms, the fluidity of him when he opens to me is refreshing. I understand now is not the time to gratify him, but my senses remind me of the taste of his pleasure.
He keeps his eyes on mine instead of letting them roam as they usually do.
Too bad.
I start, “Do you believe in any kind of ancient lore?”
“Like a vampire?” he rolls his eyes. “Are you about to tell me you’re a vampire?”
“No, older”
“Like Medusa or something?”
“Well, I clearly don’t have snake hair, but yes, ancient tales like that. Do you believe that they are real?”
Deadpan, “Not at all.”
“Do you at least believe that things written about them could stem from somewhere?”
“Imagination,” he says, definitively.
“You assume that before there were people, there was just… nothing?”
“I guess, maybe amoeba.” He shrugs.
He is not taking this as seriously as I’d hoped, but he is patiently waiting for me to get somewhere, so I try to break it to him. “Well, I can say that there was—and are, things older than humans in existence.”
“Oh, there are, like in today’s world?” he mocks me with his tone.
“Yes, I know of quite a few.”
His eyes squint like he’s laughing at me. I feel him loosen up, now that he thinks I’m talking crazy, his walls are coming down just a bit.
“Chief Cunningham, tell me your name.”
“Bradley.”
“Bradley. I like that much better.”
“I’m sure you do; it takes my authority away for you.”
This time I smirk. “Bradley, I just want to tell you something, maybe more as a friend than for your inquiry.”
“Fine, friends we are.” Settling into the chair, he lightens up a bit more, even if just for show.
“I’m one of those that are older than humans.”
A full laugh. “Oh, baby, I definitely think you’re out of this world hot, but I’m not going to go as far as before this world hot.”
“But I am.”
“Tula, are you trying to tell me you’re some succubus, feeding on the souls of men?”
The fact that he jumped right to that is funny. “I’m much older than succubae.”
“Of course you are, but you don’t look a day over werewolf.”
“Werewolves aren’t real.”
“Of course not,” he mocks me.
“But Medusa was real?” he asks half-heartedly.
“Yes, and she was actually much more personable than people think.”
“I’m what the succubus lore comes from. I’m the first woman of the world. The first everything, I’m the Earth’s balance.”
I think I really lose him there. Just blink after blink from him.
“There is nothing older than me.”
Blink
Blink
“I feed off of life, but not in the way you may think, not by sucking out souls, but by eating the very basic form of life. The beginning of life.”
Still nothing.
“After many years, I learned how to control how much I take, so I don’t have to kill, although, my purpose is just that. I learned to use my hands, and eat in moderation.
“Something happens when its extracted vaginally, one of the ways I’m intended to eat. There is a force within me that is triggered by that energy. Once that substance is detected, the force will drain every drop within its reach and leave behind death in its place.”
“So, your vagina has suction.” His eyes bulge. This intrigues him.
“I do know what happens to the men after I engage with them, so I can assume you’ve seen it too. The death spreads from the point of contact, slowly at first, but soon, it effects all living tissue.”
He nods. “That’s from you having sex with them?”
“Well, the two you’ve found were not sex, they were both told no. But yes, that is what happens when a man has contact with me. To completion.” I add.
“Ok.”
“There are many ways I can feed off humans, not only sperm, it happens to be my preference, so I generally don’t use the alternatives. I have this place, my club, and I’ve had others. They have afforded me all the life I need in order to maintain.”
“Just to be clear, when you say life, you are talking about come.”
“Absolutely, it has everything in it to create and build. It’s essential to everything. The start of it all.”
“What if you were to just try a sandwich?”
“Will you be as old as me, ever, sandwich eater?”
He laughs.
“Are you likely to be able to keep this a secret, Bradley?”
“There’s definitely no one I could tell this to and keep my job or reputation.”
“Great.” I stand and pull him to his feet, taller than me, but not by too much in my healed-boots. I look into his eyes while he makes no move to leave. “I could show you.”
“Show me what?”
“How it feels to be inside of me.”
***
My dick swells, I try to ignore it, but god damn if it won’t shut up. “You could show me how your pussy feels and then I’d end up like the dead men.”
“We can stop before it’s too late.” Tula has my pants down lightning quick, her hand around my throbbing dick and I can’t say anything else. I don’t care if this crazy chick might fuck me to death, I’m unable to deny her. She’s already jerked me off—and in my police uniform at that. Who am I to try and be better now? Especially when she looks very eager to show me.
“Show me.”
“You’ll have to stop before you come.”
“Ok.” I’m trying to keep that in my mind as she climbs on top of my lap after pushing me back into the chair.
I nearly come out of my seat when I feel the slick pull of her hole. Inching down so slowly, the milking tightness alone will have me empt
y any second. It’s like I suddenly have a thousand times the sensation along my dick. Couple that with the throbbing heat, and she has me on the cusp of exploding in only seconds. She’s not even completed a full up and down circuit yet.
When I come to—which is not exaggerated—I realize I’ve come inside of her mouth, she’s had the wherewithal to remove my dick just in time.
Climbing into my lap like a cuddly cat, she caresses my body while I’m left twitching and coming-down from literally—and in no way exaggerated—the best thing I’ve ever felt.
It dawns on me a moment later, that if she was telling the truth, and her pussy does kill men, which I can absolutely believe now, I’d just let her do it with no qualms, and would probably have begged for it, essentially putting my life in her hands. I’m an idiot. Or maybe, all these other men who haven’t had a chance to be inside Tula are the idiots. Wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
“I told you,” she says when she sees I’m back.
“I’m not going to die now, am I?” I have to ask.
“No.”
“Good.”
***
Trying as I might, I am unable to get Tula out of my mind, and more directly, her magical pussy.
I’ve had sex with plenty of women, young, old—not old-old, but older—all varieties, and I can honestly say that I have never felt something like that before, sadly, as soon as the feeling of it dissolved, I was aching for it again. It may be the most addictive thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m not prone to additive behavior. So, the uneasy and anxious feeling I’m having, is really off putting.
Kirby informed me that this latest vic, like the last, shared all the same symptoms around the genitals, including the necrotic skin cells which share matching DNA markers. It’s been put into the database, searching for others, assuming that in all these years, there could be more. I can’t help but check every couple of minutes to make sure my dick isn’t showing any signs of bruising. Relief hits each time it remains normal.
After doing what needed to be done around the station, I decide that a visit with Tula would be the best thing for me to continue being productive.
Vīrya doesn’t have its lights on at this time in the afternoon, the doors open at 7pm, but Tula is usually around by 3:00 doing rehearsals, so I show up at 1:15 and hope for the best.
The big security guy at the door, who must stand there all day, lets me in and tells me she’s in her office.
I find her messing with her hair, she’s curling it, I guess.
“Bradley, I was kind of hoping I’d see you.” Her voice is soft and warm, unlike the other times, where I could mostly hear hesitant obstruction.
She stands and walks over to me, only a tiny silk robe covering her.
“We got results back from the lab, I’m sure you know what they say.”
“I can assume.” She looks away a little nervous. “Are you here to arrest me?”
“Not yet.”
She looks me in the face, trying to read me. I don’t even know what I’m going to do, what I can do, so, I am positive she can’t get anything from my expression as she tries to read it.
“I can’t stop thinking about what we did.”
She smiles shyly. “Did you like it?”
Her demeanor has always struck me as a strong woman, in full control, but the submissiveness that’s happening now is nice too. Kinda makes me want to take care of her. “I’m sure you know I liked it.” I walk up to her and tug the tie to the robe and it slides down her shoulders and piles on the floor at her feet.
Pulling her into me, I kiss her mouth, and a hint of cherry hits my taste buds. She tastes just like I thought she would and it drives me wild. Her mouth and tongue work as expertly as her pussy. She was born for this shit.
Her hand inches it’s way toward my dick as it stands waiting for her like a kid at a bus stop. I steer us back to the vanity and rest her ass on it, spreading her legs wide.
“You have to remember to pull out.”
I push into her slowly, letting my dick savor it all. Every part of her warm hole has things going on, tiny suction, and massaging like the muscles of a snake. There may even be a vibration much like a cat purr, but that could also be my heart speeding with exhilaration. I don’t move once inside her, all the stimulation I need is there naturally.
I don’t think it could possibly get any better, but then I feel her squeeze, surprising me. “You like that?”
I nod, eyes practically rolling around in my head.
She puts her hands on my hips and pushes, then pulls me into her, only the subtlest movement, but it throws me over the edge. I panic for a second as I feel myself start to come but she has taken my dick into her hand just in time and my release is safely on her thigh.
My shaky legs betray me, leaving my ass barely landing on a chair, just enough of it there to catch me or I would have hit the floor.
Tula quickly eats my come. It is actually pretty hot, even though it’s for nutrition, or whatever.
“How much do you actually need to eat?” I ask, curious mostly.
“I don’t have an answer for that. Whatever I can, I suppose.”
I, myself, think I would probably just die if I were forced to consume any bodily fluid for survival. “And you’ve always chosen to eat,” I point at my dick, “this.”
“I just prefer it—to the alternative.”
“Which is?”
“Unimportant, it only matters that I don’t have to use alternatives. I maintain this way, and have, as long as humans have been upright.”
I don’t think she’s being evasive, but I do feel as though she may not divulge this much to people generally, and might be reserved because of that. “Do you have to eat every day?”
“Multiple times, yes.”
“Or what? What will happen if you don’t?”
“Mostly, I become weak, my cells are ever dying, and in order to produce new ones, I need to consume. If I don’t,” she seems to think about how to say the rest. “I rot.”
“Would you die? You said you were older than anything.”
“I can die. It would take a very long time, longer than your typical life cycle to do so though, if it were simply from starvation.”
“Are there others?”
“There are.”
“A lot?”
“There are enough.”
“Can you reproduce?”
“No. That’s not for us. We are from the time of the earth’s creation.”
“Male and female?”
“No, our purpose is best suited in the female form.”
“Why is that?” My detective side is making this seem more like an inquisition now, and I can see her pulling back.
“I will say, our purpose is fulfilled best in this form. While we are alluring, it’s only a byproduct, we must be approachable so we can eat.”
“One more question.”
Her smile tells me she is relieved we’ve come to the end.
“When was the last time you had a man like me? Like an intentional sex partner.”
She smiles. “You know it’s been so infrequent that I can’t even remember. So very long.”
“Does it feel good for you?”
“Yes, it is the reason I am here—to consume. For you it feels good because your reason is to create, though we are opposites we are also the same.”
“Could we do it one more time before I get back to work?” That itchy anxiousness is back. As soon as I thought about having to leave her behind it kicked in.
“Absolutely.”
Chapter eleven
I’ve spent a week away. A full seven days of trying to forget what she does to me—like mind control, by way of my cock.
I took some days away from the office and shut off my phone. My plan had been to find a way to forget about Tula’s allure and be able to function normally as an officer of the law without my head being stuck in the clouds, dreaming about my dick being stuck in her.
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br /> I believe I may have come up with the best solution to achieve my mission, and after a few days of hard work, I am ready to see if I’m right.
Tonight, I’m going to Vīrya, and it will be the last time I show my face there. I can’t be on their security camera every day, nor can I be seen by the big man at the door, especially when the link between this place—Tula more precisely, and the dead men with rotting crotches, becomes more apparent to the rest of the department. And god forbid we add another stiff to the pile, it would surely lead to an IA investigation. They’d have my head, or at the very least, my badge, either would mean the end for me.
Everything is ready, I’ve done my best to make sure Tula can remain safe, stay out of prison, and ensure I can still satisfy my need for her.
***
I show up just in time to watch her perform. God, she is too much. Just the sight of her now sends my dick into a frenzy, a magnetic tug so hard I can feel it ache inside my balls.
I sit, impatiently waiting for her show to be over so I can finally get some time alone with her.
There is a part of me that wishes she’d never let me inside of her. That I could go back to the time when I didn’t know such a sensation existed. That sex was just a good feeling, with a great release. But now that I know it’s a fucking mind-altering thing that sends my entire body into goosebumps, warping every interaction I’ve had before, and inevitably after, into some boring task, she’s essentially castrated me.
What would be the purpose for my cock, for me, after her? There would be none.
This is my new life. Life after Tula. This is the new me?
Not for long.
I walk into her office just as the music stops. She meets me inside a few minutes later.
Fishnet stockings and devil horns are all she’s got on. Walking toward me, I finally feel a little more relaxed, knowing I can get a release.
Unzipping my dick from my pants and kicking them to the side, I grab her wrist and move her hand to it. She squeezes and rubs me. The tension begins to fall away.
“I really liked the show,” I say, remembering that I should be polite. I did like the show, I always enjoy her performances, so it’s not a lie. But this is the performance I really need.