Crave

by Felicia Fox

  Oh, my Love. Now I really want to pummel that bitch Aurora. Maybe I can hit her with a car.

  I lean in and kiss her cheeks, salty from her silent tears. I feel her shudder against me. I shake a little as I bring her face closer and softly press my lips against hers. She surrenders so sweetly. Like kindling readying to spark a great fire, I take my time kissing her top lip then moving to the bottom, softly tugging with my teeth. Her body trembles against me as I continue this slow exploration of her mouth.

  I slide my tongue across her lips and can taste more saltiness from her tears. She opens for me, and with a tentative touch, I skate my tongue against hers with tenderness. I continue plundering deeper into her mouth, taking control and feeling her respond. In the act of kissing she cedes power to me, and it is potent to my budding arousal. I find I become more forceful, gripping her silky, golden hair tight as I hold her where I want. I feel the vibration of her moan against my lips. My libido crashes violently against my common sense. I know this is a bad time for us to be intimate. I am beyond exhausted, and Alex has just lost her best friend and Dark Knight. I pull back with one last peck on her lips for good measure and settle into the bed. She smiles at me warmly and she looks more at ease. I feel proud I was able to provide that for her in this messed up situation we’ve found ourselves in. Arms wrapping tightly around one another, I slip into sleep.

  ****

  I wake up screaming. My body is thrashing and I’m clawing at the air in front of me until Alex grabs on to my arms to still me. “Oh god Oh god Oh god…” I swallow convulsively.

  “Felicity, please calm down and tell me what is wrong.” She tries to hold me but I push her back. She lets me run my hands over her body, franticly searching for injuries.

  “No Alex, things are far from okay. I dreamt he had you strung up! That Marius had you strung up. There was so much blood I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Oh gods, the blood.” I shudder as the memory plays on loop inside my mind.

  “Look at me.” She speaks to me low and reassuring. “There is no blood anywhere on me, not even a scratch.

  I take a moment to look at her skin, and yes, Alex is well, but I’m in my head and I’m as far from good as I can get. I need to hold on to her. I need to touch her. I need to feel that she is alive. We reach for one another and our lips collide with passion. I can feel little zings of energy spark to life against my skin. She’s letting her Succubus out, and it feels good.

  The current running through my veins is like fire. Her touch travels down my spine to my ass. She squeezes and lifts me on top of her, never breaking the kiss. Her lips leave mine to follow a path down my neck, licking, tasting. It feels so damn good. I bend back, giving her the access she needs to reach other areas of my body. She licks up the center of my chest, nipping her way around the mound of my breast before fastening onto my nipple. “Oh Alex, Jesus, your mouth feels so good.” Her teeth clamp down, just shy of too much, sending tingles throughout my body. I can feel the warmth pooling between my thighs, begging to be stoked higher and higher.

  I move my hips, rotating them, trying to find relief as she takes her time traveling back and forth between my breasts. Each swirl of her tongue takes me closer to bliss. She makes me feel amazing. Arousal so poignant it simmers inside of me and I can take no more. I want the taste of Alex on my lips. Leaning up, I force her to disengage, and she does so with a growl that has me shivering in delight. I kiss her once again, sending my hands to roam her body. I take the firm globes of her breasts in my hands and massage, her nipples bead against my nimble fingers. She pulls my hair, making my back arch. Her hand moves down, and the slow trail of tingles left behind as she heads for my sopping wet pussy makes my breath catch. I start to move my hips, franticly begging her to begin, but instead she pulls my hair harder. “Be still, Felicity.” Holy shit, I love commanding Alex. “Don’t move, Baby. Just feel it.”

  She smoothly runs her hand further down and I call out her name. “Oh god, Alex.” Slipping through my wetness, she plunges two fingers into my heat, and then pulls them out to spread the moisture up to my clit, circling it. I want to grind down onto her hand. I want to rotate on her, but the slow, torturous motions become even slower when I try to move my hips just a fraction. My hands clutch at her shoulders, hard. Nails bite into her flesh, surely leaving my mark on her with crescent indentations that are mine, just like Alex. Mine… All… Mine.

  She lifts me from her lap and settles me on the bed. Sinking into the mattress, my legs spread wide as she positions herself at the apex of my thighs, just looking at me with a steady, growing hunger. I writhe for her touch. Alex’s hands travel up the outside of my ankles to my thighs, a slow steady caress driving me to grab at my own breasts, pinching and playing with their hardened peaks. I open my eyes and our skin is shimmering slightly, but instead of freaking out about it like last time, it reminds me that I will have a piece of my blonde goddess for the rest of our lives. The knowledge strengthens my feelings and makes me want for everything I thought may never be mine. A lover, a partner, my own Flame to blaze through the night sky with every tantalizing touch we share. We shine brilliantly.

  God I love her, and right now, tomorrow doesn’t matter. As her sweet lips meet my skin, I am alive. She traces her tongue up the inside of my thigh until she reaches where thigh and pelvis meet, setting her teeth in the flesh, not hard enough to break skin but just enough to make me cry out in want. She soothes the sting away with her mouth and groans as she breaths me in. Alex’s warm breath fans against my now soaking wet sex. Her eyes are hooded and fixed on mine, a sexy, golden iridescence. They burn with fervor. She takes one long, hot lick from the opening of my pussy to my clit, twirling her tongue around the hardening bud before going back to where she started. She is driving me mad with my own building hunger.

  I feel the prickling of energy seeping into my body, heating me up from my core to my belly and settling in my heart. Her tongue keeps lashing against my clit, back and forth with the occasional light sucking to make my back arch. My hands come down on the sides of her head, holding her there as I begin to quicken. My legs are shaking so bad as she moans into my pussy, making it vibrate. “Oh god yes Baby I’m so fucking close.” She finally uses her fingers to penetrate me, making me rock into her face more forcefully then I ever have, begging for the kind of release only she has been capable of giving, and it is a soul shattering, life affirming ecstasy. I feel the curl of her fingers against the upper wall of my pussy as she strokes, all the while never ceasing in the constant tongue stroking over the bud of my sex. I scream out as waves of orgasm crash through my body, making my whole self shake with the intensity.

  She rises only after pulling every last shiver from me, licking her lips, and I whimper because I know she is far from done. The predatory light is back in her eyes, and she has some frustration to make up for. “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I say it out loud, and she leans her head back and laughs. Then, with the sexiest look falling across her face, she says, “You have no idea, Baby.”

  Alex’s blonde waves surround her wildly. Her body glows even brighter than my own. She lifts my leg and fits us against each other; my still sensitive body readies itself, making the glide of her clit against mine so fucking hot. My leg is extended and rests on her shoulder, her other hand is at my hip as she pulls me tightly against her sex. She starts to rotate her hips and thrust against me. My eyes are glued to her. I watch as she throws her head back, moaning my name over and over again. Her breasts sway enticingly, nipples hard and begging to be attended to. Her pace is relentless, and once again I’m on the brink of release, ready to fall into the abyss with enthusiasm.

  Her grip tightens on my hip and I know she is close as well. “Please Alex, oh God please come for me baby, come. I want to feel your wet pussy run against mine.” She growls at the words I use, and with a speed she has never shown me in the bedroom before, her hips round on me harder. The intensity has me coming within seconds, clutching her arms, trying
to get away. The pleasure was too much, but with her power, there was no escape for me. I cry out loud at the onslaught. God, will I survive this?

  She is glowing brighter, a golden, iridescent nimbus in the dark of the room. Then it happens, I feel the rush of her fluids running down my already drenched sex, and high octane energy charges through my body, making the hair on my neck rise and my limbs spasm. Is this the type of power they feel when they feed, because this is amazing, and once more I am curiously full.

  “Oh my Goddess Fe, yes, yes, Goddess yes.” Her movements slow to a stop. The grip she has on my body loosens.

  Holy shit that was amazing. I look up at her in wonder and she smiles so damn beautifully at me, words burst from my lips. “I love you, Alex. I love you so much it makes me crazy and happy and scared and frustrated you just… you make me feel everything.” It seems to all come out rushed and breathless.

  She lowers my leg and leans over me, her hair a curtain around us, making the moment more intimate. “Felicity, you made me believe in love, and because of you I have purpose and it is to protect and love you. See you happy all the days of our lives together. I love you, my sweet Fe.”

  “I asked you once to make me feel everything. I think you lived up to that.” We smile like utter fools at one another in memory of our first time together. We kiss slowly, sweetly, with the slight glide of tongues. She cuddles up to my side to hold me closely to her, our legs intertwining, bodies still sweat slicked.

  “Did you want to try to go back to sleep, Honey?”

  “No, I am unbelievably energized. What in the world happened there? It was like I got plugged into a wall socket for a recharge.”

  She looks at me a little puzzled. She seems to think really hard on that before speaking. “Did it hurt you?”

  “God no, it was amazing! I feel so damn alive and juiced.” She smiles back at me, but it is a small one. I guess the glow is leaving her and she’s sinking back into our current reality, where that bastard’s accomplice is on the loose, probably working on a plan to free Marius at this very moment. Reality sucks.

  I spend the rest of the morning being interrogated by Alex about every single detail of Marius’s capture of me. Poor Alex goes through about every emotion on the spectrum while I tell her what happened. Her eyes flash an eerie red multiple times during the conversation. She is extremely upset over him wanting to mate and impregnate me. She seems put out over my relationship with Laurie, if the tightness in her body and her eyes squinting are any indication. She’s very curious about my parents being buried in the same cemetery as her mother, and she puzzles over the name Evangeline, saying she is going to have to speak to her father about who she was.

  I ask Alex if what I saw the people puffing on upstairs was demon flower and what all it did to the user. She responds very matter-of-fact, I’m sure to distance herself from the memory of her addiction to it.

  “There are two ways you can take it, by swallowing the pink liquid or inhaling. Swallowing has a quicker effect, but smoking Demon flower draws out the high. The drug affects everyone differently, it all depends on the user really. It numbed me, left me high and catatonic almost. I couldn’t feel anything that was happening to me, though I was awake and could see everything that was going on. For some, it sends them into a rage, which I am sure is why Marius was as monstrous as he was.”

  Like the guy wasn’t monstrous enough to begin with.

  After going through everything we can about the situation, she gets up and walks over to the closet, pulling out some clothes for us. I lift a brow, but she shrugs and tells me, “Not everybody’s clothes make it out of this room in one piece, so Aurora keeps spares.” Her just saying that woman’s name makes me irritable.

  We dress quickly because Alex wants to get out of here before night hits. So now here we are, walking through Boston hand in hand. She touches me like she is starving for contact. I am all too willing to give it. People surround us in their daily hustle and bustle, going about their day unaware of the predators amongst them. Many of them are doing double takes of the beauty at my side. Maybe it should irritate me, but I know the ugly underneath the face, and that is what makes her beautiful to me. While people are passing by, smitten with her features, I am in love with the woman within and not one of them can touch that.

  It’s a dreary day out. I guess you can say it’s a reflection of my mood and our situation. At least we’re travelling at a slower pace this time, both of us not ready to go back to the compound in Upstate New York. I still can’t believe we can transverse such a distance in the blink of an eye.

  We’re moving at such a leisurely pace, conversation would be good right now, especially since Alex is being so much more open with her feelings.

  “Alex, I overheard Mara and Arabelle while they were dolling me up, talking about how you guys are demons. You want to explain that one to me?”

  “I can give you a history lesson. Would you like me to get into costume for it? I know I have some glasses and a plunging neckline sweater set around somewhere.” She winks at me with a huge grin. “I could come out smacking a ruler against my hand.” The picture she paints sounds delicious, I lick my lips. Time to tease her back. “I’m sure I still fit into my catholic school girl uniform.”

  Alex shivers and looks me in the eyes, “Please tell me you still have it.”

  “Hmm…I’m pretty sure I do. Now, back to my history lesson.”I say it very saucy. She growls but continues on.

  “We are the Children of Lilith and Lilu. Both were born with a drive for nourishment through sex and to impregnate every person they happen upon. It is said that Lilith even had the ability to switch reproductive organs and impregnate women. Myth of course, but I tell you this so you will be able to see the absurdity of some of our history and why I will be avoiding it. They, Lilith and Lilu, were birthed full blooded Incubus. Birthed by who is unknown, and in essence we are all somewhat related. Makes me a little uncomfortable, but there you go.” She looks at me, gauging my reaction, but really I’m rather fascinated to see where this goes.

  “We are not demons, but, in the thirteen hundreds, Mesopotamia is where first written documentation began. In those days, anything that was different was evil or a demon the world must be gotten rid of.” She rolls her eyes stating this and I giggle about it. Oh lord! I giggled so school girl like. I’ll have to find that uniform.

  “To be fair, they had every right to fear us. Our full blooded Incubus and succubus could feast on a whole village at once in orgies, fucking them to death or impregnating them. Our kind smartened up and began just entering the minds of their soon to be meal, making them receptive to sex in their sleep. The humans would dismiss them as dreams, then in nine months some of the women wound up ready to pop out a baby. The men would be so drained of energy, they died in their sleep or died working since the Succubus needs a steady diet of the male they had impregnate them.”

  I think about what a crap-fest that would have been, having amazingly erotic dreams that were actually happening, then BAM, next morning keeling over from exhaustion so great you died. What about their families and responsibilities? Alex’s ancestors were pretty selfish, but at the same time, when you are born that way with no one to teach you otherwise, what do you do? I guess I should be thankful they have become somewhat civilized.

  “If a Cambion came from the union, then they were watched to see if they displayed any of our traits. If so, they were taken by their twenty-fifth year, which is when the need to feed arises, and the need for food diminishes. Unfortunately, we were blamed for so many of the extra-marital affairs that resulted in children, even coming in dreams became dangerous. Mostly our Cambions were destroyed, heads cut off and mounted on spikes in villages to ward off more “Demons.”

  Due to the vulnerabilities of their offspring. breeding with humans practically diminished. An incubus pregnancy is also very dangerous, and most human women die during gestation. It’s all twisted and sad, very sad.” She shakes
the thought from her mind, looking at me with a slight tightness at the corners of her mouth. I turn to look around while she continues talking, taking in the scenery, the charming brick facades, and cobblestone streets. It makes you feel the history as you wind your way through “the Walking City,” as Boston has been known to be called. The smell is like any other major city, and it’s the unpleasant mixture of decaying trash and exhaust mixed with the many natural fragrances.

  “Can you blame me for not telling you all this? My ancestors raped entire villages, and then to survive ye ole heads from being taken off, they slipped into the night stealing seed and impregnating people. Embarrassing, I’m happy we have evolved into a more civil society, but the past still rankles,” she says all cute and mumbly. I find no matter the conversation we have together, I love to hear her voice, so lyrically smooth and sultry without even trying. I used to think she did it on purpose, to get me all hot and bothered, but really it’s just her.

  “No doubt, but if I’m in your world now, you need to let me learn about everything. So… bottom line, technically not a demon.”

  “No we are not demons. Not in the horns and bowing before Satan ideology. We honestly don’t know how the firsts even came to be, but came they did and now we are here, still hiding in the shadows, just trying to survive.”

  “What about your mother? Do you know much about her?” I ask her gently. I know it’s been over a hundred years or so, but pain is pain no matter how fresh or old it is.

  “When I was younger, Roderick was the one to look after me. My father cared for me and was around, but from what I understand, I reminded him of the loss of my mother. She died giving birth to me. When she found out she was pregnant with me, she began quilting me a beautiful blanket. Sadly, about a week after she finished it, she died on the birthing table.” I think I know the quilt she is talking about, the one that laid on her lounge with the sweet teddy bear and that demon cat, Luna. Beautiful and vicious, just like Alex.