“Feeling peckish?” it asked, showing some concern.
“A little, and I don’t know why. I just fed… yesterday?”
“Oh, it’s because you are giving up your orgasmic energy to feed me.”
“What?” As she shrieked, several jungle birds screamed and took off, flying into the growing daylight. It really was feeding off of her?
“Incubus and Succubus, remember?” He chuckled, leaning down far enough to tap her on the nose. “I have to get my meals somewhere. Either I eat you… or I eat you.”
“Great,” Ash sighed, shaking her head as she thought on his cannibalistic tendencies.
“So… about your stomach…” It again pursed his lips and blew her a kiss. “Because you were so good to me, I think I can allow you to sup. Pick a vein, any vein.” It waggled its eyebrows as it spread its legs.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have no shame?” Ash chuckled.
“Yes, and I took it as a compliment.” It grinned and stroked a clawed finger over the golden studs in its prick.
Ash shook her head and crawled toward it. “I can’t drink you down until I give you a name.” She crawled between its legs and ran her fingers up its chest, stopping to tug at a nipple ring before running her hands up to his neck. Once there, she cupped its face gently between her palms and tugged its face to hers. She leaned forward and her tongue flicked out at its lips, tasting herself on the soft plump flesh.
“Mmm,” she mused. “I think I have the perfect name for you.”
“What is that?” it asked, his voice raspy. It moaned as she ran her tongue along the crease of its closed lips.
“Nightshade.” Her breath teased at the wetness she left on its lips as she pulled back and awaited the fireworks.
“Nightshade?” Its lips curled up in amused disgust.
“Yes. You smell of flowers, you are pretty and dark like me… You, Nightshade, flower when you orgasm…”
“You are trying to make me a girl!” it sneered with disgust.
“Nah,” she laughed. “You have way too much arrogance for that.”
“Arrogance,” it snickered. “That is your measure for womanhood?”
“Not at all.” Ash chuckled. “But with your attitude, it would be stupid for me to try and turn you into a girl, despite the fact that you have a cunt.”
“But… but Nightshade?”
“You smell of Nightshades… sweet and deadly.”
“You chide me for washing too much? Just what kind of men have you been sleeping with?”
“It’s not that. It just seems to, in my opinion, fit you.” She chuckled at his moue of disgust and ran her fingers over his chest, flicking at a nipple with a long nail before she ran her fingers down to the long muscles of his thighs, feeling the already high heat of his body grow more intense.
“Fits me,” it sighed, running his fingers through her tangled hair. “I guess, pretty-pretty Ash.” It pulled her mouth to his chest and arched up into the gentle brush of her lips on his skin.
“Oh, that’s not where I want a bite, Nightshade,” she snickered, her hands tightening on his thighs and forcing them to spread even more.
“Ash, pretty one,” it informed her, its hands tightening in her hair as her head began to drop lower. “I am not Polish, nor do I specialize in sausage.”
“Not there.” Her hot breath on his skin made it shiver. “I need to go a bit… lower.” It moaned as her tongue laved the skin on the inside of his right thigh.
“Yes,” she breathed, smelling the sweet scent of his blood rise to the surface from her oral stimulations. “Hot, sweet, and all mine.”
“Damn,” it whispered as her fingers ran gently over its balls, caressing the wrinkled soft skin with knowing fingertips. Her other hand sank behind the swollen sacks, gently caressing the slit that lay between the hidden folds.
“Give me what you promised.” She sucked at the skin, drawing the blood to the surface. “Give me a little of what I need.”
She teased it more, letting the pads of her fingers tap at his labia and the wet opening to his pussy. “Open up and let me in…”
She looked up the long dark line of its body, past the small, full breasts with their hard nipples and their golden ornaments, to a pair of dark eyes shot through with silver. Those eyes seemed to swirl and grow deeper as she watched. They danced in excitement for her touch, for her caress, for her need.
“Whatever… your heart… desires.” It licked its lips with its red, red tongue, one hand moving up to cup the back of her head. “Taste me,” he urged, his fingers massaging her scalp and tugging downward at her thick hair. “Draw from the pleasures of this flesh -- complete us both.”
Ash grinned, recognizing that in this instance she had complete control. She sucked at her chosen spot, raising a bruise against the dark skin before nipping at it gently. It hissed at her actions and spread its legs wider, one hand going to pull and tug at his swelling cock, the other tugging at the rings that pierced its nipple. Ash could see that his little cunt was starting to grow moist and swollen.
It looked amazingly like her own, she decided, lifting his balls and running a finger over the dark pink flesh. It had a little clit that remained unhooded. Whether this was an aberration of birth or something that had been done to it along with the piercings, she didn’t know. But it made it so much easier to stimulate the nubbin of flesh. A high-pitched moan erupted from his throat, while a small gush of clear fluid came from his pussy.
She lifted a bit of the fluid to her lips and lapped it off, curiosity moving her. It tasted just as sweet as its cum, she decided, if a bit thinner and slicker in texture. She released his thigh for a moment to investigate further.
Lifting his balls high, she blew a warm puff of air on its clit and smiled as his labia began to swell even further. Leaning closer, she stuck out her tongue and lapped a little at a swollen lip.
“Sweet precious starshine!” it gasped, and based on that reaction alone, Ash wanted more.
She began to tease its swollen clit with her tongue, her other hand running softly along its labia, spreading its wetness around. Nightshade leaned back, resting on its back as the fist on its cock began to move faster, tugging at the metal and shuddering at the feel.
“Dive in,” it invited. “I’ve been hungry for this for a long time.”
So Ash spread it wide and began to feast in earnest. Its skin was slick and shiny, yet very soft and delicate. Its taste was stronger at the source and just as appetizing. It smelled of flowers and musk, a scent that had her wanting to tease at her own pussy, but both hands were engaged now, and she didn’t want to stop.
“You get fucked here?” she asked between licks and nibbles. “Do you ever let anyone penetrate this delicious little hole?”
“If they are good,” it moaned prettily. “Very, very good.”
“Hmm,” she chuckled, then slid two fingers deep inside, searching for its hot spot.
“Push harder and up,” it advised, instantly knowing what Ash was about. “Just as I have several erogenous spots in my ass, I have quite a few in my… oh, yeah!”
Apparently her searching had found one such spot. Its thighs tensed, its hooves digging into the grass and flowers beneath them. It tossed its head as it tugged harder on a nipple, its fist squeezing its cock.
Ash leaned in and attacked its clit, sucking and licking at it, holding it fast between her teeth and flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. Nightshade responded favorably, arching up and screaming her name as its balls drew up in her grasp.
Moving faster, her fingers searching in its wet walls for more hot spots, Ash twisted her hand in a move she’d always found favorable. This was fun, she decided, making Nightshade a meat puppet on her fingers.
But her enjoyment was shadowed by a growing hunger. As good as its sexual juices tasted, she was after a richer life-giving fluid. She wanted its blood, and she needed to have some soon.
“Will you orgasm through both ho
les?” she asked, licking at the stretched skin around her fingers. “Can you go multiple times?”
“Yes,” it moaned. “Going to give it to me good?”
In response, she sucked hard at his clit, added two more fingers and twisted them rapidly. His back arched up and a small scream left his throat as his inner walls began to clench around her hand.
“Come for me, bitch,” she crowed, sucking in his fluids before licking at his throbbing labia. She lapped lower and to the side, going back to the bruise she’d left high on his inner thigh. While he was still reeling from the first orgasm, her hands pushed his legs out further.
“Ready?” she purred, lifting one hand to grip at the fist frantically pumping at his cock. It purred its answer, and Ash let her fangs drop.
She whimpered at the erotic pain, at the feeling of freedom from letting her fangs out. She sucked and lapped at the skin again, the blood pulsing at her touch, and then sank her teeth in deep.
“Sweet mother!” Nightshade cried out in the shock of pain and pleasure. Ash pumped her fist faster, feeing his balls draw up higher in their sack.
She looked up and saw that beautiful androgynous face awash in ecstasy and moved both of her hands faster. Its spine was arching now, its legs trembling, its hooves sliding on the grass as it fought to thrust its hips up into their combined grasp.
Ash felt herself reach another plateau as she sank her fangs in deeper. To bite was nearly orgasmic, she decided, filling her mouth with flesh and skin. Penetrating willing flesh was divine.
She let her fangs ease out a bit and began to suck deeply. Her inner walls trembled at the first taste of its blood. Her whole body began to burn, and a low moan was torn from her throat.
Never had she tasted anything more powerful. It was like the taste of dreams and nightmares, all dressed up in a sensual package that defied belief. She sucked deeper, moving her fist faster as her hips began to automatically hump at the air, her emptiness wanting to be filled.
She removed her hand from his thigh and slid it between her legs, toying with her own clit, sinking two fingers deep into herself, relishing the squish of slick, hot liquid that flowed from her sex. She pumped him in time with her own finger-fucking as she supped at his femoral artery. Nightshade was whimpering now, thrusting his hips up harder, making it more difficult for her to remain latched into his skin. But she moved with him, not wanting to give up the precious blood supply that was making her feel so damn good. She licked at the wound, tonguing the flesh that rose up around her fangs, encouraging more blood to flow.
“Going to come,” it whimpered, its head thrashing from side to side, lost in the throes of a passion so deep it couldn’t be bothered to open its eyes. “Going to come again!”
And then Ash felt a quiver deep at the base of his cock, felt it stiffen even more, felt it grow even hotter, felt the metal fairly vibrate with his reaction. Its back arced off of the nest, its hooves finally finding purchase in the torn moss as a deep keening sound left its throat. She felt the white hot seed as it splashed against her fist, felt the come coat its stomach in a gush of orgasmic release. Its blood suddenly tasted all the more sweet and spicy, and just…
“Damn!” she screamed, pulling off as a sudden wave of release tore through her. She felt her pussy clench around her fingers, felt the orgasm as it suddenly took over. Then she realized she was experiencing Nightshade’s ecstasy, feeling his climax through his blood.
The intensity was too much. She felt her muscles turn to water as she slumped down between its legs, her fist still working involuntarily at its cock, milking the last of its release from its body. She groaned as she felt a red hot trail run down her face and realized that she had torn the Sincubus’ skin and muscle as she experienced climax.
“Shit!” she cursed, rallying enough to begin to lap at the wound, her saliva helping to close it before it became fatal. She hoped she hadn’t taken too much.
“That was perfect, pretty-pretty,” Nightshade finally breathed. “I haven’t been that well taken in weeks.”
It slumped back, its legs dropping down to surround her as it breathed deeply. Ash looked up at it, and noticed that it seemed to glow, to shimmer and shine in the sunlight.
“We have to do that again,” it muttered, closing its eyes and relaxing.
Ash was more worried about the bite. But when she looked down again, there was only a small bruise left, as if she had never fed at all. It was amazing. And even more amazing was the fact that she felt totally full, totally satisfied, and sexually replete.
There had to be something to this Sincubus blood, she decided. She hoped she wouldn’t become addicted.
Chapter Seven
“You are pretty good,” Nightshade panted, reaching up with one shaking hand to brush strands of sweaty hair from its face. “Real good.”
“All in the lips,” Ash growled, licking her lips as she felt her whole body flush with new heat.
“That was good enough for a robe,” Nightshade moaned, riding in the afterglow.
“I’m warm now,” she chuckled.
“Yeah, and now you need a bath.”
“But I smell like you.” She licked her lips, savoring the last vestiges of his taste.
“A little too much,” it mused. “Sex smells great while you’re doing it, but afterwards…” It gave a delicate shudder, totally at odds with the remains of its cum drying over its stomach and the still chubby cock that rested on its thigh.
“You are such a girl,” she giggled, ignoring its rolling eyes as it wiggled its ass, the tiny faun tail wiggling happily in contentment.
“Then I can get a bite to eat. I think a big hunk of roasted something will hit the spot.”
“Then again…” Sighing, she rose to her feet and followed.
* * *
Once she was sitting in the water, Ash could only stare at Nightshade as it frolicked near her.
It seemed so content with its life.
She sighed, once again covered in thoughts about her own overtaxed life. She dropped her head, sinking down into the water until all but her head was submerged. She ran her hands through her tangled hair. She would never get the knots out, she thought, shaking her head at the futility of it all. She really didn’t care.
“Okay, it’s official,” she said. “I’m officially depressed.”
“And why is that, pretty-pretty Ash?”
Ash jumped a little as Nightshade appeared before her. “Um…” She looked up into those sparkling black eyes and sighed again. “Just thinking about my life.”
“If you’re about to have one of those meaningful, ‘Why am I here’ type of conversations, don’t.” It rolled its eyes. “We really don’t have the patience for it.”
“We?” She arched an eyebrow at him, her lips twisted in a smirk.
“Turn around.” It gripped her shoulders and shifted her into the desired position.
“What?” But then Ash paused, shuddering as those long fingers began to delve through her hair. “What are you doing?”
“Grooming,” Nightshade mused. “You need it. You have twigs and grass and what looks to be a colony of burrs growing in this mass.”
Ash would have insulted it right back, but its fingers massaging her scalp just felt too damn good.
“I’m next.” Busily but gently, it tugged at the bits in her hair. “And you don’t even have to try really hard.”
Ash snorted, but Nightshade continued as if it didn’t hear her. “Now about your life, pretty-pretty… You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay here, feed me, get some use out of the life you are confused about, and serve a real purpose.”
“Just being your dinner…?” she murmured, slitting her eyes open, staring at her distorted reflection in the rippling water.
“Why not? You are on the verge of killing yourself, anyway. And if you really want to nix existence, I can help with that, too. I am sure your flesh will be sweet.”
“I’m not going to sit here and be fo
od for you, Sincubus,” she growled.
“But why not? I mean, if you are going to toss that body away, why not cast it to someone who can actually get some use out of it?”
“So I get to sit here and be your fuck toy or I get to be the main course in your evening meal?” She turned her head to glare at Nightshade, her irritation apparent.
“Well, by your reasoning, that is all that you are good for.”
Now that pissed her off. “I’ll have you know that I’m worth more than that!” she snapped, turning to face it. “I didn’t fight and struggle all my life to… to…”
It growled, and Ash found herself tossed once again on the banks of the river. Her body hit with a splat that knocked the air from her lungs and she banged her head against the not-so-soft riverbed moss. Before she could catch her breath, Nightshade was there, looming over her. His eyes blazing onyx fire, the Sincubus snarled as one clawed hand wrapped around her neck.
“Wh -- what are you…?”
“I can do whatever I want. What did you think? That this was a happy vacation room where you get to do what you want, say what you want, believe what you want and not face any consequences?”
Ash gasped as she realized that a dual-sexed agent of death was hovering over her. It was then that she recalled the old legends about Incubi and Succubi literally sucking the life out of their victims. She had been playing with a vicious killer, and because of its overall demeanor, she never saw the danger coming.
“The best killer is one that can make himself invisible,” it snarled, its wet hair falling around them to curtain them in a world of their own.
Overhead, the jungle animals cried and the artificial sun shone. She could see slivers of bright blue sky through his long dark hair.
Was it not fucked up that she was going to die on such a beautiful day?
“You think I won’t kill you? You think these little nibbles I get off your succulent body will sustain me? You think I will let you invade my domain with your whining and your crisis of spirit and leave unscathed?”
“I… uh…” Ash struggle to speak as those hands tightened even more.
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