by brett hicks
Sure, part of me was angry with her, but mostly, I just saw my love in agony. My heart was too devoted to her, too in love with her. I couldn’t ignore her pain. I would take my time sorting through my own feelings on the many things I had just discovered later. Now, I would tend to my love, and I would learn to forgive her, as my mother clearly had.
“Sorry Mel…”
I shushed her and kissed her neck. I felt her groggy body stir.
“I still love you, and I forgive you baby…”
She sniffled, and she collapsed into my breast, AKA her pillow.
So much about my mother made sense to me now. Why she would feel forced to abandon her newborn daughter, and why she would be welcomed into an evil vampire’s lair. He would only know her by the reputation her kin had painted for her. A smear campaign crossing a millennium. My righteous fury was misplaced upon Rachelle. My anger should be directed upon the corrupt beings that share my natural gifts, the Succubus Houses.
Answers only gave rise to more questions. More questions only made my head throb. I needed rest. I tucked my head against Rachelle’s and I let the weariness of our magic pull me under.
***
I woke to the most glorious sight in all my young life. Mainly, my naked girlfriend toweling herself dry. Awake for mere moments, and my lust bunnies were in full swing. My body burned for her, a need that nothing seemed to quench.
“Mhmm… You look delicious…”
My succubus side stirred, and my tone was thick with my feminine needs for this gorgeous vampiress before me. Rachelle turned slowly, seductively, her shy smile, an expression she only ever let me see, was in place. Her honey and whisky colored eyes swirled with needs unspoken, needs that rivaled my own.
“Morning beautiful.”
Her voice was breathy, her heart seemed to hammer. My vampiric hearing could easily pick out the rising tempo of her excitement. I crooked a finger to her, beckoning her. Rachelle was no saint, she sauntered over, and she slinked under the covers, pressing her nakedness against me. My breath hitched as I felt her bare body against me, as my hand slipped to the hot wet slit of her delicious center.
I didn’t even wait to let my lips find hers, before I firmly thrust two digits into her wet center. She moaned against my lips as they devoured her with my starvation, with my love. My longing for her was displayed in every powerful thrust of my crafty fingers. I thrust them, finding the very bottom of her. Rachelle was so tight, so wet, so ravaged with her need to have me inside her, her need to be inside me too. I could feel it inside my gut now.
“I thought you were mad…”
Her breathy question trailed off into a moan as I massaged my middle finger over the bumps of her most sensitive flesh. I worked my fingers over her pleasure-point and I kissed her with a passion I had sworn to while I was in jail.
She made small sounds of feminine delight as I felt her core tighten on my fingers, I felt the heat of her orgasm and it only made me wetter for her.
“Can’t you see, I’m punishing you… thoroughly!”
I barely managed to say it, as I felt her left hand caressing my slick folds and I closed my eyes to her marvelous touch. She murmured curses in Gaelic, something she did from time to time, when she was having sex with me.
“God, you are perfect Melony. I love you, let me show you just how much.”
She leaned in and her minty breath tickled my nose.
“Don’t peak baby.”
I ground my core against her fingers, as she massaged my clit. She kissed both my nipples, and she reached over, and I heard her nightstand open and close.
“Keep them closed, it’s a surprise.”
I was burning for her to finish what she started, but I was giddy like a kid on Christmas, with the promise of a surprise! I bit down on my lip. She was fiddling with something. I heard her fasten something together, like a strap.
Before I could ask what, it was, or what she was going to do. I felt her rubbing my clit, and then I felt something larger than her finger working against my wetness. I had never been with anyone, besides Rachelle, so I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt something larger than her digits working into me. I opened my eyes in curiosity, and I saw Rachelle working a flesh colored strap-on dildo into my small opening.
She smiled like a little she-devil at me.
“I told you to keep them shut baby! Now I’m going to fuck your brains out, just to teach you a lesson in obedience!”
I shivered at the firm commanding tone of the master vampire on top of me, I sucked in a deep breath as she thrusted into me. I may not like men, but this was Rachelle on the other end, and she knew how to pleasure me!
“Oh. My. God!”
I gasped into her shoulder, as she slowly began to find a rhythm of thrusting in, and back out. She seemed to work into me, with my body’s lack of experience in mind. She was never too firm but was constantly firm enough to make my body shiver and quake with her prowess and ability.
“You can scream all you like, little succubus. I’m not letting you go, until you know just how much I love you!”
My core became wetter, if that was even possible, with her proclamation. I found this possessive side of Rachelle so sexy in bed. She always fucked me until I was stupid! She always found new ways to fuck me harder, and now, we had clearly opened the toy chest in our relationship, not that I was complaining!
“God, yes, you are so tight, so perfect for me. Mhmm, and you taste so delicious Mel. Let me have a taste of you.”
She breathed against my neck, and I arched my back, and tilted my head, giving her access to my left side. She licked my pulse, as she traced her fangs over my throbbing vein. She thrusted into me, as she sank her fangs in deep. She drank deeply of my life-blood, as she worked into me. I moaned and writhed against her welcome assault.
I moaned, and I screamed. She made me cum for her skillful thrusts. She licked my neck, closing the wound with her saliva. She made one final, vigorous thrust inside me, and I burst under her assault and I screamed loudly into her shoulder.
Rachelle rolled off me, removing her friend. I had barely caught my breath and I shook my head. I picked up her friend, and I fiddled with the straps. I gave her a devilish smile of my own.
“It’s your turn to be fucked stupid.”
Rachelle smiled like I told her I just bought her a Ferrari. It took me a minute to figure out how to get her friend on right. I rolled her over, she notably, didn’t resist at all. Horny was my vampiress. Her eyes spoke of a girl in desperate need of a good long fucking. One I was obliged to give her!
I mounted Rachelle and she stared into my eyes with a deep love and longing. I worked my fingers on her hot, wetness. I then began to work the head of her friend into her slowly. She was so tight, I was careful as not to hurt her. After I got the top half in, I pushed myself forward in a thrust. I was not experienced like she was, but I did have some basic understanding of the concept.
Rachelle moaned against my chest, as she leaned up, tasting my right nipple. She always loved my nipples!
I thrusted a little more surely this time. I slowly began to find a pace. It was a little harder than it first seemed, since her friend was not a real member of my body. I had a new appreciation for just how skilled my girlfriend was, and just how lucky I was to have her, in, or out of bed!
I thrust deeper, and harder as I built up my tempo. Her body was tight, narrow, but she was far more accustomed to making love. She seemed to only be incited further by my rough thrusting. I realized quickly, that Rachelle would enjoy it hard, rough, and as fast as I could manage. I obliged her needs. I began to build the tempo, thrusting deep and fast.
She moaned, screamed, and cursed in Gaelic. Some of which, I was beginning to understand, between her memory sharing, and whatever genetic memory I shared from birth with my mother.
“My god in heaven, you are much too good at this!”
She breathily stated, and then she was wracked with moans again. I th
rust into her harder, and harder, until I felt her nails digging into my skin, and her moan became a frantic scream of release.
I didn’t have time to warn her, my thirst was peaked. I sank my fangs into her neck, and I tried to slowly work her friend into her, like she had me. I was so sure I was only half as good as her, but she seemed to be lost in rapture as she arched her back and she stroked her hand through my hair. She basked in our mutual sharing of life-blood. Even being half vampire, blood and sex still went together for me. It was a base instinct for us, to taste our lover. The act of blood tasting during sex, was as intimate and pleasurable for both parties, as the physical penetration.
“I love you…”
She breathed against me, and my heart stuttered. My eyes teared up at my love for her.
“God, I love you too Rachelle.”
She leaned up and kissed my lips softly. She then waited for me to remove her friend, so I could cuddle up to her. It was a good start to a new day. All past, all ancient mistakes left behind with my night’s rest. Now, only my love and all her toys remained.
Fifteen:
Eventually, we emerged from our room. I took a long shower, and Rachelle joined me. I was never going to complain about getting to help her scrub… her back. (My mind stays in the gutter folks. I’m a succubus, what do you expect?!)
Ellison was eyeing something I never expected Lyra to share with him. He held Rachelle’s translations to the Druid Codex. Like Rachelle, he studied it with a single-minded focus. A focus, only broken for a moment, as he grinned, seeing his sister slink down the stairs like a very satisfied little kitty cat.
“It’s definitely a good morning, huh ladies?”
His Scottish accent bled into his words a bit, like how Rachelle’s did, when she was in a secluded setting. Rachelle gave him a single fingered salute by way of greeting.
“Morning jerk, I see our favorite kitty has shared in her boon.”
“Aye, and what a boon it is. Did you know that there are over fifty variations of vampires? They called it ‘the vampiric spectrum.’ Fascinating light reading for a morning.”
Rachelle sauntered past him, and his mischievous smile followed her. I could clearly see that he never grew tired of teasing or doting on his little sister. It was like Rachelle had written in her old journals, immortals seek out company they can keep. It was very hard to believe she was only four-years older than me at that time. Her thoughts and opinions seemed profound for her era.
“Breakfast?”
I looked over, sure enough, Jaden was slaving away on the stove!
“Don’t you have some omegas that can do that for you?”
Jaden waved me off.
“She just likes cooking for people she is fond of. It’s her passive way of showing affection. It’s also a shifter thing, to ply your friends with delicious food. Besides, you know this pack doesn’t do the omega system. We have gamma rank as the lowest, but even they are treated fairly.”
That was Mark, who stood in the door behind me. He was one of the only people who could still sneak up on me! Lyra could, but she often stomped her feet when she walked, I think it’s an apex thing. She prefers to let you know she is coming for you!
“I see, so our alpha she-wolf has a heart of gold, huh?”
I teased, Jaden gave me a middle-finger in response.
“No bacon for you!”
“Hey! You can’t take this out on my bacon! The bacon is innocent!”
I pleaded with her, and Jaden snorted.
“All the more reason to save innocent bacon from a ravenous succubus!”
I muttered, “Stingy!”
Lyra rolled her eyes at our morning quips. She watched us like it was a tennis match. I guess we all enjoyed a little bit of drama watching around here!
“Sister, I am going to need you to translate the section on ghouls, if you would be so kind?”
Ellison seemed to speak like a king, in a way, I guess that’s what he is. Though, I did note how he always made everything a question with Rachelle, and me to some lesser extent. Speaking of his royal highness.
“Hey, Ellison, are you really a lawyer?”
I bit my lip as he raised a single brow in question. He nodded, curiosity was burning in his eyes now.
“Aye, I was completely serious with everything I said in that conference room. Why?”
I looked around for a moment and squirmed under his curious gaze.
“You remember the three prisoners I told you about? I promised them that I would try to see if there was any legal way we could help them. From the sound of it, they all got thrown in jail for defending themselves, or something equally bogus. I mean, I would pay you, or whatever. I know you’re busy.”
I rambled, and Rachelle sighed and pointed to the Codex.
“Ellison, there’s your payment, right there. Lyra owns the Codex, and I’m the only one alive that can translate it. I would say that’s valuable enough to help spring three innocent girls from the supernatural pokey, wouldn’t you?”
Ellison looked at me with a warm smile.
“I was just teasing her Rach, you know that. I would have done it for free but thank you for your offer.”
Rachelle nodded and muttered something about his manhood falling off. I didn’t realize why the words made so little sense, until I realized it was Gaelic. Again, I was beginning to pick out the words more readily.
“Is it my genetic memory, that is making me start to comprehend your Gaelic? I also seemed to recognize the handiwork at that crime-scene. If that’s true, it means it is something my mother has seen before, right?”
Rachelle and Ellison shared a knowing look. She nodded to me in confirmation.
“Your memory is going to come to you in dreams mostly. It will take years for you to fully acclimate all of Kimiko’s memories. One day in about a century from now, you will be able to recall all her lengthy life, as if it was your own. You will be her living heir to everything she ever was, and ever will be.”
“That, and you will know every secret that your mum was privy to. That is why we do not want your true parentage leaving this room. Melony, you have no idea the world of danger you are in, if anyone learns of your existence!”
That was Lyra, her chocolate eyes swirled with her power. They flickered to crimson several times. That was a sign that her mood was shifting. I often told her she had very literal mood eyes! She then rolled her eyes and called me a nerd.
I swallowed and nodded my understanding.
“Got it, no talking about my mother. Would my other mother know any of this?”
Lyra and Rachelle exchanged confused looks.
“we’re unsure, as that we don’t know how to broach the subject in any light way with her. We do not want to risk putting such delicate information in the mind of a mortal. She would be easy to break, or easy to read. Trust me Mel, someone will try to read her. You are new, powerful, and you’re mated to a very high-ranking vampire.”
“And you live with a bunch of crazy werewolves and their big pussy cat of an apex!”
Jaden added in, sagely, or at least in her tone of voice. Lyra growled at her. The rumbling was playful—mostly. The flash of crimson said that she was asserting her dominance. Jaden dropped her gaze, and she focused on frying the bacon. Those two were amusing to watch. Their back-and-forth with each other is comical. I personally think Jaden’s brand of morbidity and spunk, stabilize their leadership structure. It’s almost unimaginable, how so many young adult, Born, shifters can do such demanding jobs. Most packs have centuries-old alphas, and apex shifters. Lyra built this pack with a hand full of late teen alphas, and a few high betas. That had never happened before her. I know, because Rachelle swears it’s true, and she would remember if anyone had built a stable pack so young before now.
***
We ate, and Jaden even tossed Rachelle, Ellison, and me some blood bags. Granted she might have tossed in a few leech jokes in the process. Lyra and Ellison were like two gener
als formulating troop deployments. (That’s close to the mark.)
Rachelle was testing my Gaelic, her bookish side just had to see if I could read the Codex. To my surprise, I did see the pattern in the word structure, even though I somehow knew it wasn’t normal Gaelic. She seemed to be on cloud nine, or as close to it as she got, outside our bedroom. Rachelle and I shared a passion for books. She was a part of history, and I am an English Lit grad-student.
It really helped that we had enough interests in common, that we never seemed to be bored spending time together!
Jaden strut off to go bark at some gammas. (Her words, not mine!)
Mark followed close behind, just to assure that she didn’t scare the shit out of anyone. They really did seem to keep Jaden on a tight leash at times, but she really did ask for it!
Five minutes after Jaden and Mark cleared out, there was a knock at the door. I looked to Lyra and snarked, “I think your human is back.”
She grumbled, “Not my human!”
I noted the little smile she was trying to hide as she struts to the door like a cat looking for attention.
Yep, not her human all right!
I noted how Ellison seemed to study all the little social exchanges amongst us. I could feel this indescribable sense of contentedness form him. Like he could breathe. I guess, it must be something new to him. Being yourself in a place with so many diverse peoples. I had noted that he didn’t seem too concerned with what Lyra would say about him. He seemed to behave like himself, a bit playful, and a bit obnoxious. She seemed to treat him better than the last time I saw them together. They practically acted like the Hatfields and the McCoys that time!
Sure enough, I could hear Lyra greeting her detective. Now that he was repentant, and back on the side of justice, she seemed to be open for business again! (Not that she had admitted this to herself, yet.)
More fun, juicy drama for bored little sups to watch! Rachelle shared a knowing look with me, and we grinned at one another.
Sixteen:
Sam Clarke:
He walked up to the apex’s door for the third time this week. His nerves were racing, even though Melony Toyo had managed to quell their collective fury—as she promised to. He was still reeling from all that he had learned. Apparently, he had not only arrested a succubus, but the one with the most controversial parentage! Even if Rachelle Jameson swore this mysterious shadow of a woman, Kimiko of Kyoto, was not who history depicted her to be, she surely wouldn’t like a mere mortal bringing harm to her only child!