Esoterica 1: Liam's Awakening: A Lovecraftian Fantasy Harem Adventure (Esoterica Chronicles)

by Virgil Knightley

  “Do you know?” I asked my familiar.

  Uther shook his head. I’m afraid not. Who’s Dahlia?

  “Okay, well, let’s focus on the good news. You have your familiar!” Carmilla snapped her fingers triumphantly, her smile returning.

  I had to agree. It did feel good. At least I didn’t fuck that up. “Yeah, definitely. You’re right.” I couldn’t stop staring into Uther’s cosmic eyes. It was just so weird. It was going to be even weirder when Dahlia saw Uther for herself.

  After a moment I noticed a restless, uncomfortable look on Carmilla’s face, like she needed to ask me for money or something. “Hey, Liam?” she started nervously, scratching at her collarbone.

  I absent-mindedly petted Uther as I looked at her. “What’s up? You okay? Should we head back?” I noticed the cut on my wrist had closed, but the blood on my arm was still moist.

  “Uh, not yet. Would you mind dismissing your familiar for a bit?” she asked. I became suddenly aware that Sheridan was already nowhere to be seen.

  “Uh, sure.” I made eye contact with the fox and sent it a psychic message. Instantly, he was gone. I looked back at the beautiful vampire in the slinky red dress. “What’s wrong?”

  To my utter shock, Carmilla crawled on hands and knees into my lap and slowly placed her arms around my neck, watching my expression carefully to see if I stopped her. I was so caught by surprise by the act that I could barely respond. “I’m really horngry,” she said, pouting. Her eyes had gone black and glowing red again, and her fangs had extended even longer than before. I gulped.

  “Horngry?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. My hands automatically went to Carmilla’s waist as she started gyrating against my groin. Her cool breath smelled sweet like cinnamon—and a bit like blood.

  “Hungry and horny,” she pouted. “Feed me? I’ll make it worth your while,” she said before crudely pantomiming the universal symbol for “blowjob.”

  I blinked. “But… the fangs.”

  She opened her mouth wide for me to see, and her fangs receded like a retractable switchblade. Her eyes were still black and her irises glowed a malevolent red. “Better?” she asked, biting her lip and pawing at my abs.

  I couldn’t think of a persuasive reason to refuse her offer at that moment. If I pressed myself, I might have come up with something about it complicating our friendship or being unethical for an Integration Assistant to drink the blood and suck the cock of the person she’s orientating. I might have come up with those reasons, but to come up with them would have been a hell of a lot of mental gymnastics just to not accept a blowjob from a slammin’ hottie, and that just wasn’t what I was all about.

  “Is it okay to do it here?” I asked nervously, gesturing toward the bloodied magic circle with one hand even while I began pulling off her cloak with the other. I licked my lips in anticipation and saw her do the same, though she spent more time licking her receded fangs.

  “Trust me, a hell of a lot worse has been done here,” she said as she hungrily leaned in and kissed my neck. Her cold lips gave me chills as she explored me, and it wasn’t lost on me just how vulnerable I was in that moment, with her teeth practically grazing my throat, but I made the decision to trust her.

  As she licked my throat and collarbone a bit too eagerly, I felt her ass deliberately push against my cock. I was already as hard as a diamond in the arctic. “Feels big,” she said as she nibbled my shoulder. She spoke so close to my skin that I felt her words reverberate through me.

  With her cloak on the ground beside me, all she was wearing now was her sexy red dress—and whatever was underneath. It had already hiked up quite a bit from the hip-work she was doing on my crotch, and she showed little sign of letting up. I put my hands on her ass and squeezed. Smooth, soft, velvety skin sat atop well-defined muscles—a testament to the glory of whatever god dreamed her up. Her pale skin was cool to the touch even now.

  With fierce urgency, Carmilla peeled off the dress and a pair of lacy black panties and sat back on my lap, fully nude. I barely had time to take in the sight of her before she sat back down and we were face to face again, but damn, I tried.

  Her milky white skin was bare from the neck down, including her pubic region, and her pussy was the tiniest slit, small to the point where I almost worried in case we ever went all the way. Her petite physique was impressive in other ways, too. A sexy six-pack was visible, and you could make out her rib cage clearly when she arched her back, but even so, she had an ample chest that I was itching to go to town on.

  My hands wasted no time in getting to work caressing and exploring each and every one of her curves before predictably resting on her rounded ass and perfect breasts. As I gently played with a perky pink nipple and started returning her kisses, she let out a low groan, signaling her pleasure and approval.

  “Mmmm fuck yeah,” she moaned as she tugged at my hair. “You certainly know how to handle a girl.”

  “I have hard-earned skills,” I replied between kisses. In high school I used to watch porn with a notebook, like it was an instructional video. It paid off only after I figured out which of the things I saw in porn I wasn’t actually supposed to do.

  Looking at her, feeling her body against me, I felt as though my cock were about to rip through my pants of their own volition if I didn’t take emergency action. I reached down but was stopped by Carmilla as she swatted my hand and pulled herself off of my lap.

  “Let me take care of that,” she said as she tugged at my waistband, effortlessly pulling my pants off as I lifted my hips in cooperation. My boxers came down as well, and suddenly I was nude from the waist down, and my fully extended cock was exposed to the world and greeted the vampiress at attention. Carmilla let out a soft gasp as it came fully into view.

  “Can you handle it?” I asked, no doubt sounding a bit self-assured at the remark, but it was a valid concern.

  “Any bigger and I’d have to dislocate my jaw, but yeah, I think I can take it,” she said, cracking her knuckles. Her tits jiggled a bit with the gesture, and as hyper-sexually aware as I was at the moment, even those tiny erotic details didn’t escape my lustful scrutiny.

  She was now a few feet back from my groin, her knees on the ground between my legs, ready to lean forward and take me into her mouth, but I relished the sight of her nudity. She was considerably shorter than me and very petite, with a waist that couldn’t have been more than twenty-two inches all the way around, but her breasts were more than a handful—perfect for her frame. She had penny-sized pinkish, almost flesh-toned nipples that she teased using one hand, giving me a bit of a show before she had her meal of me. With the other hand, she was playing with her clit and frantically rubbing her pussy lips as they made a lewd, wet sound. She moaned a bit, her eyes fixed on my cock, and finally, she leaned forward to begin her task.

  She was ass-up, elbows-down as her mouth conquered the grand majority of my manhood in her first attempt. I could feel it sliding down her throat, but she didn’t gag or show signs of discomfort as she wetted my cock with her tongue and started bobbing her head rhythmically.

  “Good girl,” I grunted as I stroked her hair affectionately, trying to maintain focus. She moaned hungrily in response. “Suck that cock like a good vampire.”

  The view of her backside in the air was pleasant, but the incredible visual stimuli left me restless and far too aroused, so my right hand grabbed the vampiress’s hair to help her keep pace, while my left hand resumed the holy task of massaging her breasts, taking her nipples between my fingers and experimenting with what sort of rubbing and squeezing she responded to the best. The moans she let out as she pleasured me only enhanced the experience and quickened the arrival of my climax.

  After a minute or so of intense pleasure, I became conscious of the fact that she was still using one of her own hands to masturbate as she satisfied me. The realization almost sent me over the edge, but I resolved to wait for her to finish. I clenched my asscheeks and retreated into pure thoughts of ki
ttens and cold showers to delay my moment of triumph a bit longer as she fucked herself and I fucked her throat.

  Her body rocked lewdly, and her moans grew loud and frantic. Soon the time had come. First, Carmilla’s ass twitched and clenched visibly as her tongue continued to slide up and down my cock with a quickened pace. Then her breathing became harsher and breathier, with sharp gasps punctuating each exhalation. I knew she was about to finish herself off, so I decided to share the moment with her. I allowed myself to release, unloading in her mouth, stream after stream of cum shooting down the back of her throat. She took it like a pro, even as she started thrashing and squealing from her own orgasm.

  “Ohh fuck!” she shouted, her voice muffled against my shaft. I reciprocated the sentiment with my own string of epithets.

  “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. I was glad her face was buried in my crotch because I probably made a very unattractive expression at that moment.

  When we’d finished, I leaned back on my palms, and Carmilla sat up, opening her mouth to show off her pearly conquest before dramatically swallowing the whole load.

  “I needed that,” she said.

  “Me too, I think,” I agreed. “Do you still need my blood?” I said, holding up my wrist, eager to offer it after that favor.

  “Honestly, I think I’m full. Cum does the trick, too,” she said with a giggle. “It’s like junk food. Tastes great, filling, but totally empty calories.”

  “Well, hey, if you need your fix of junk food anytime, you know where to find me,” I said, slapping her on the ass playfully as she turned around to gather her clothes. Her naked form was living art.

  “I’m pretty sure this won’t be the last time I seek you out for this kind of… relief,” she said, and she winked. It was almost a good wink. Almost.

  “Your winks are improving,” I noted.

  “Oh, shut the fuck up.” She reached for her dress, but I stopped her, putting my hand on her arm. She thought our encounter was over. I was just getting started. Carmilla stopped breathing for a second as she looked at me curiously.

  “Not so fast,” I said. “My turn to feed.” The vampire’s eyes widened in arousal and surprise as I turned her over and pushed her to the ground. I started with a fresh kiss on her lips, which she accepted, wrapping her arms around me impulsively. But that kiss was just the tip of the iceberg, a brief taste of what my tongue was about to bestow.

  I slowly moved my lips to her chin, and then traced down along her neck, kissing every part of her from her collarbone, to her breasts, and then to her bellybutton. Carmilla gasped and tugged at my hair in excitement, thrusting her hips upward in anticipation as she became self-assured of my true purpose.

  Finally, my lips found her thighs, and I teased the vampire as I kissed them tenderly, intentionally avoiding her pussy. It was perfectly hairless to the point where she must have waxed it to get it this clean. It certainly made what I was about to do easier.

  I inhaled, taking in the sweet smell of her wet womanhood. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. Her hips were already gyrating slightly, like she was trying to fuck my tongue with her pussy. I decided to give her what she wanted, and I let my lips find hers, my tongue probing the exterior of her entrance in a skillful, circular motion, tasting and experimenting.

  My efforts were a big hit. As I lapped up her cum, much of it left over from her own earlier self-stimulation, her moans and squeaks began growing in both volume and frequency.

  “Ohhh my Dracula,” she said in a high, breathy tone. “Yeah, just like that, Liam.”

  “Oh my Dracula?” I took a second to comment. My words buzzed against her pussy lips, so she didn’t seem bothered by my teasing her at all.

  I decided to pick up the pace, and soon I turned my attention to her clitoris, using a thumb to pull the hood of her vagina up and open so that I could have more direct access to the little pearl. Meanwhile, two fingers of my other hand fucked her pussy hard and fast, sliding in all too easily due to her extreme wetness, and before I knew it, her hips were bucking wildly as her inner walls started clenching and contracting around my digits.

  “Tell me how it feels,” I told her.

  “Fuck, it’s so good!” she shouted. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around us. “Ohh shit, Liam!” she screamed again and pulled my face hard against her erupting sex, so tight that I could barely do anything but feel her convulse as she squirted wave after wave of love juice into my face. I didn’t fight it. I kept ravaging her with my tongue and my fingers, feeling them all start to go sore from effort, but I wouldn’t give in until the job was done—even as the tightness of her contractions threatened to cut off blood flow to my index and ring fingers.

  She calmed down after a moment, but it was only relative to what she had just been experiencing in the throes of her orgasm. She was still squealing, cooing, moaning, and breathing heavily, gasping for air, and her legs still twitched from the aftershock, but her grip on my head finally relented as she just lay there in a spread-eagle position, arms and legs splayed wide.

  I sat back up and patted her on her belly, feeling her flexing abs react to my touch. “Now we’re even,” I said with a grin, satisfied with myself.

  “Holy shit, dude. I haven’t cum like that in, like, ever!” She finally got the strength to sit up. “Don’t tell Dahlia I said that.”

  I laughed. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

  Chapter 7

  Disquiet in the Library

  When we teleported back to the campus, we headed for the dorms when we suddenly heard a voice off in the distance.

  “Carmilla!” it shouted. The vampire turned around to see who it was.

  “Oh, hey Rebecca!” she waved and called back. I awkwardly stood by and put my hands in my pockets as I waited. Eventually, the woman caught up to us. She was a curly-haired brunette, apparently human as well, with an American accent that I couldn’t quite place regionally, but seemed east coast.

  “Hey, are you busy, Car-Car?” she said. She turned quickly and politely to me and said, “Hey, I’m Rebecca, nice to meet you,” but before I could fully respond, she’d already looked back at Carmilla.

  “This is Liam. He’s my Charge!”

  Rebecca’s eyes widened in the way people feign enthusiasm when they want to be polite and pretend to care about something that doesn’t matter to them. “That’s great, sweety! Congratulations!” She turned back to me. “You’re a lucky guy!”

  “I sure am,” I said, thinking of what had just transpired between us. I reached out a hand, and she took and shook it politely but seemed a little amused by the gesture. Welp, I felt like a dingus.

  “What are you guys up to?” she asked curiously.

  “Oh, we just got his familiar!”

  Rebecca clasped her hands to her chest, this time with genuine enthusiasm. “Oh, that’s a big deal! I love familiars! Can I see it?”

  Carmilla and I exchanged hesitant looks. Neither of us could think of a good excuse to say no. So instead, and perhaps against my better judgment, I summoned my little fox. In a puff of smoke and light, the white fox Uther appeared.

  At first, Rebecca cooed with delight, “Oh, he’s so—” and then she saw the eyes—Dahlia’s starry eyes on the face of my little white fox. “Oh damn, this is juicy!” she said, looking at Carmilla. “I mean, that’s totally you-know-who, right?”

  “He bears a strong resemblance, yeah,” Carmilla nodded, putting her face in her palm. “Please don’t say anything about it yet,” she pleaded.

  “Why? I mean, sooner or later, everyone will see it,” she said. She was right, I knew. This couldn’t stay a secret.

  “Rebecca, do you have any idea what it might mean that his familiar resembles Dahlia?” The little fox was pouncing on a bed of flowers as we spoke.

  She shook her head. “Sorry, no. Never heard of anything like that. I’d ask Dr. Pickman. He knows a lot about monsters and that kind of stuff, and some of that carries over to familiars, I think. Then again,” she perk
ed up suddenly, “I’m on my way to the library. They’ve got a whole shelf on familiars!”

  I shrugged. “Summoning Uther was my big task for the day. I was going to go back to my room to study anyway.”

  “Study date, then?” Rebecca said, hopefully, clapping her hands together.

  “Study date!” Carmilla agreed with an eager fist pump.

  We steered a course toward the library, walking past the standing stones and through a grove of trees, where a couple students were debating how they were going to approach some assignment or another, and within minutes we had arrived.

  The library was easily the second largest building on campus. While the exterior of the structure looked more or less in line with all the other buildings on campus, the interior was markedly unique. There was a front desk and a restricted area behind it, but then the public section of the building was divided into east and west wings, each having three floors. There were books everywhere, shelves everywhere, even lining the staircases. It was organized chaos. To my surprise, there was a fairly robust fiction section as well, but the majority of the library was dedicated to non-fiction of the sort I expected to find.

  “Where do we find the shelf on familiars?” I asked in a whisper.

  A wrinkled man with a stark widow’s peak and thin-framed spectacles suddenly side-stepped into view. “East wing, fourteenth bookshelf on the second floor,” he said with a raised finger. His face twisted in a creepy smile.

  “Oh, thanks,” I said. The dude knew his library.

  “I need a primer on aura-seeing for my next mission, Mr. Shaw,” Rebecca said.

  “That’ll be the west wing. Only the third bookshelf into the first floor of the west wing on your left-hand side after walking through the amber archway.”

  “Thanks, Mr. Shaw!” she said. She turned her head to Carmilla.

  “And how about you, young lady?” he asked Carmilla.

  “Well, actually there is something…” and she leaned in to whisper in the old man’s ear. His eyes perked up.