Midnight Eternal

by NJ Cole

  “Sorry, Shane,” I said, stepping back.

  “It does bring up an interesting thought, though. If you’re planning to alter her, perhaps it’s better to do it before it happens accidentally.”

  Gabriel did have a point.

  “We could do it here next weekend. You could bite her and we would all be around to help her through it. We’d be able to protect her while she was paralyzed.”

  “And I wouldn’t?” I asked defensively.

  “You just said yourself that you were worried about what might have happened. I just thought better safe than sorry.”

  “Safe? Who says this will be safe? There is a huge chance she won’t make it through the transformation.” My argument was valid.

  “Actually, Son, I’ve done some more research. It seems that it’s extremely likely that Bec will make it through the transformation just fine.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Our hypothesis about it being semen seems to be true.”

  “What hypothesis?” Payton asked.

  “Oliver and I had been discussing reasons that some people lived through the transformation while others didn’t. It seemed that the ones who had survived had consumed at least some semen either orally or internally before being bitten,” Gabriel explained.

  “That explains the women who have survived the mutation, but what about the men?”

  “Same explanation,” Gabriel added.

  “You mean they had semen?” Shane asked, astonished.

  “Well, it was hard to get them to talk about it, but after a bit of convincing, the two that I did speak with admitted to being assaulted as humans, then being bitten and surviving.”

  My mind was reeling. Maybe it wasn’t as dangerous as I’d believed. “So, shall we do it next Sunday?” Gabriel asked.

  “I haven’t even really asked her if it’s something she wants to do.”

  “Then I guess you two have a lot to talk about this week. You can tell us at the club on Wednesday. You’re still coming, right?”

  “Yeah, Bec loves it. I was thinking of doing a small public scene with her this week. Just a flogging.”

  Shane groaned next to me and I smiled. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll get to see the lines on her ass, though honestly, they don’t show up like they used to.”

  Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, our mates entered the room. “Ready for lunch?” Caroline asked.

  Before I could find out what he was going to say, we all went into the dining room. Caroline hadn’t even bothered to make human food, as all that Bec wanted was the same food as us now. Looking back on it, it should have been so obvious at that point, but I was so naive and so in love, I completely missed it.

  Later that afternoon, I sat down with Bec to talk about the idea of her becoming Bocaj. “Baby, last night you said something to me. You said you wanted this to be your midnight eternal. What did you mean?”

  She smiled at me. “Maybe I was lost in the moment, but what I want is for it to be like that forever with you. In the beginning, you and I only had nights. That’s when I fell for you. Now, my nights turn into days and back into nights, and I’m even more in love with you. I know you and I aren’t the same, but I just want forever with you.”

  I couldn’t help but return the smile. “It may be possible, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

  We were sitting on the balcony, absorbing the sun’s energy. Bec shielded her eyes and sat up. “What do you mean?”

  “Do you remember when I told you about how some people who were bitten by Bocaj became like us?”

  She nodded. “But you said it was dangerous. You said that there was like only a fifty percent chance I’d live.”

  “I did say that, but it turns out there might be something off with that theory. After seeing what my semen does to you, how it makes you like a Bocaj, Gabriel did some research and found that all the transformation survivors had the fluid in them, either orally or absorbed through some form of intercourse.”

  “So…that means if you bit me right now, I’d be like you forever?”

  I nodded. “Yes, but I do have to tell you that we aren’t certain it will work. I’m still nervous. We know that all of the people who made it through the change consumed semen, but we don’t know if there were humans who consumed it and didn’t make it. Bec, I want you to think about this before you make a decision.”

  She smiled. “I’ve already decided. You know I want to be with you forever. This is as close as I’m going to get. I’m ready.”

  She tilted her head back as if she was in some cheesy vampire movie and I’d come out wearing a black cape and swooped down on her neck.

  “Bec, Baby. I’m not going to do it now. First, I really want you to think about it for a few days, and second, if you want to do this, I asked Gabriel to help me. He suggested that we do it next weekend after Sunday brunch.”

  “How long will it take?”

  “I’m really not sure because it varies. It’s usually finished in four or five hours from what I’ve heard.”

  She nodded. “Does Gabriel think it’s safe?”

  “He does, but he still wants to be there.”

  “I don’t need to think about it, but if you’d like me to wait, I’ll wait until next Sunday.”

  After our talk, it was like my girl was on a mission to have as much come in her system as possible. She wore seductive outfits around the house and to work. I swore there was one time she went and masturbated in the bathroom so that when she came back to the conference room, her scent was so strong I had no choice but to march her right up to the seventh floor and fuck the daylights out of her.

  She hadn’t eaten human food in weeks, with the exception of the few things we ate together. She had, however, started sleeping again, taking short naps here and there.

  We were, for all intents and purposes, a regular Bocaj couple. When we headed to the club on Wednesday, she was confident and eager. We’d gone a few times since the first week, and although Gretchen wasn’t friendly to her, she’d kept her distance and her mouth closed.

  As butterfly knelt before me in the changing area, I stroked her hair and attached the chain to her wrist. Earlier in the week I’d learned that her nipples had become extra sensitive, and I’d been infatuated with them ever since. Reaching down, I used a suction device to attach an O-ring to each erect peak. The soft moan that rumbled from within her told me that she liked it, too. It was a slow pressure that would build, and it wouldn’t be long before she was begging to have them removed. I couldn’t wait to hear what she would come up with to offer me.

  Gabriel and Shane were already in the upper part of the club, sitting on two lounge chairs with their pets at their feet. I walked over with butterfly behind me. Some Masters liked their pets to crawl, as actual animals would, but I preferred mine, especially butterfly, to walk a few feet behind me.

  As we approached my family, Shane stood up to greet me, though his eyes were fixed on my girl. It was the first time I’d had butterfly truly topless, and with the O-rings around her nipples, her breasts looked spectacular. Apparently Shane thought so too, because without taking his eyes off of her, he lowered his zipper and whispered something to Sydney that had her mouth on his cock before we were all the way over to them.

  “Shane,” I said, extending my hand.

  “Oliver,” he responded, tearing his eyes from her breasts and looking at me. Had he not been able to do that, there would have likely been a situation. I had no problem with men admiring my butterfly’s body, but it was the uncontrollable lust that I would not allow.

  “Hello, Oliver,” Gabriel said, standing and shaking my hand, as well. “Your pet looks lovely. I see you are doing a bit of endurance training tonight?”

  I noticed butterfly’s brow crease for a moment as she took in his words. Apparently she hadn’t realized the pressure that was likely building on her nipples would continue to increase. I lifted a breast and rubbed my
thumb across her nipple. Although her eyes remained on the floor, her breath hitched and she let out a slight moan at the contact. Shane, upon hearing her, let out a larger groan as he came down Sydney’s throat.

  Ignoring Shane, I continued to rub butterfly’s nipple with the pad of my thumb. “Do you like that, little girl?” I whispered in her ear, causing goose bumps to appear all over her skin. She nodded. “Answer me,” I commanded, gently pinching her over sensitive nipple.

  “Yes, Master,” she squeaked.

  “Fuck me,” Shane growled, and went right back to fucking Sydney’s face. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “Good girl,” I said with a smile and went to sit on the couch across from Shane and Gabriel.

  We made small talk until Payton and her pets arrived. She admired butterfly’s breasts, and I loved the smile that my girl tried to hide at the attention.

  Gabriel, Shane, Payton, and I carried on a light conversation about work, extended family, and a new toy that had come out we might like to try with our pets. Although I was following the conversation, my attention was on butterfly, who was sitting at my feet. She had begun to wriggle, and I knew that the O-rings were starting to cause increased pressure.

  “Is something the matter, little one?” I asked, leaning down and grazing her nipple with the back of my hand. She hissed in pain then held her breath. I couldn’t help but smirk when she nodded her head. “Tell me, do your nipples hurt? Speak.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  “Would you like them off?”

  She hesitated for a moment, then responded, “Yes, Master.”

  “And what will you offer me to remove them?”

  She bit her lower lip and squirmed. “Anything. I’ll offer you anything.”

  That was the perfect answer. She’d given herself to me, and I had the right to do anything to her I wished, but I wanted to hear her say it. Telling a submissive you planned on fucking them was one thing, but hearing one beg you to fuck her was another.

  “You need to be specific, butterfly. What will you beg me to do?”

  “I’ll…um….beg you to whip me.”

  I was quiet, letting her think some more.

  “Or flog me, or the crop,” she added quickly.

  Again I didn’t respond.

  After a full minute she said, “Or, I could beg you to let me drink from you.”

  My only response was, “Hmmmmm.”

  She gulped. “I could beg you to drink from me.” That took a lot for her to offer, because it would put her on full display in front of everyone.

  “As much as I’d love to drink from you, I don’t think that you are ready for that.” That was partially true. The rest of the truth was, I didn’t want every male in the room to smell her and see her like that while I was distracted.

  “So you will drink from me.” Her breath hitched. “And when I come, I will remove the rings from your nipples.”

  She nodded, and I pulled my cock from my pants. It was the first sexual act we’d performed in public, so I wanted to be sure my girl was comfortable.

  “What flower are you on?”

  “Lily,” she whispered, looking down at my cock.

  “Good girl. You may begin.”

  I’d received plenty of head while my family and friends watched, and I’d always been able to carry on a normal conversation, but this time was different. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I just reveled in the pleasure of her mouth on me. I could smell her arousal and I knew that she was enjoying this display of exhibitionism, as well.

  “So good, babygirl,” I groaned, stroking her hair. I didn’t last long, and with a loud groan, I came down my butterfly’s throat. Like a good girl, she kept my cock in her mouth until I gently lifted her head from me.

  She looked up at me with adoration. “On my lap,” I commanded and she scrambled onto my lap instantly. Placing one of her knees on either side of my thighs so that she was straddling me, I took one nipple into my mouth, removing the O-ring with my tongue. She whimpered while I was removing it, then cried out in pain when the blood rushed back to the sensitive peak. I licked and sucked to soothe the ache. She’d done so well, and I wanted her to feel good as soon as possible. After a few minutes, she’d relaxed and I used the same procedure to remove the second one.

  I held her head against my chest and just enjoyed the feeling of her in my arms for a moment. “You did so well, my butterfly,” I whispered while stroking her hair. “I want to reward you.” She didn’t move, but a whimper escaped her lips when I said quietly, “I’m going to flog your ass in front of everyone.”

  Standing with her still in my arms, I put her feet on the ground then led her to some restraints attached to the wall. As much as I wanted to flog her breasts and pussy, I knew that her nipples had taken enough abuse tonight. Securing her wrists first and then her ankles, I took the flogger from my bag and swung it hard, landing it on her ass. She cried out, making the most delicious sound and drawing the attention of those near us. By the time I’d made contact with her ass five times, there was a small crowd around us, and by ten, it seemed nearly everyone in the place was watching me turn my butterfly’s ass pink.

  She moaned and whimpered with each stroke. Her nipples weren’t visible for me to tell if they were erect, but I could both see and smell the arousal that seeped from her pink pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the males, but all appeared to be in check. I felt better when I saw Gabriel and Shane standing nearby, as well. Even though she was my mate, not theirs, we were family and we cared for each other.

  My cock throbbed as I watched her body tremble, her legs shaking from a combination of the pleasure and pain. “Do you want to come, my butterfly?” I asked in a loud and clear voice.

  Like a good pet, she didn’t answer. I brought the flogger up between her legs, making contact with the sticky wetness of her pussy, causing her to squeal. “Do you want to come?” I repeated.

  I could see the liquid increase, wetting her thighs. Giving her pussy one more hard swat, I released her ankles and wrists at lightning speed and spun her around.

  “Come, butterfly,” I commanded, rubbing my finger on her clit to give her the friction she needed. Her eyes were closed when she squirted in front of the crowd of people, saturating the room with her scent. While her arousal clearly turned many of the Bocaj on, none made a move for her, all choosing their own partners instead. I walked with pride as I led my exhausted butterfly back to the seating area we had used earlier, glad I’d come in her mouth before or I wouldn’t have been able to fight the desire to bend her over the couch and empty my balls into her right then.

  Instead, I restrained myself. “Sit,” I commanded, pointing at the floor next to a chair I sat in myself. “You did very well, butterfly. Such a good girl.”

  My family came back moments later with looks of awe on their faces.

  “That was amazing,” Shane said with a smile.

  I spoke of how I’d learned the right amount of force to use with my girl, and how it had increased as she had changed. Our conversation then drifted to other light topics with all of the Masters participating and the submissives sitting quietly at our feet, with the exception of Caroline, who was in Gabriel’s lap.

  “So, I assume you and your pet discussed Sunday,” Gabriel said after a while, changing the conversation to a more serious one.

  “Yes, and she wants to have the transformation done.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and although there are some things that you can do to help make this go more smoothly, I think we need to think about some of the things that could go wrong.”

  I didn’t like having this conversation in front of Bec when she was in submissive mode because I wanted her to be able to speak freely.

  “I’ve talked with Bec about making sure she had as much semen in her as possible,” I said to Gabriel.

  “And that’s a good start, but I think we should be prepared for worst case scen
arios.”

  I didn’t want to think about worst-case scenarios. We all knew what that would mean, but Gabriel continued anyway. “Oliver, have you thought about what lengths you would go to to make sure this is successful?”

  “What lengths? I’d do anything!”

  Gabriel looked at Shane, then at me. “It’s good to hear you say that, because in almost all of the cases I’ve heard about, the person who underwent the transformation was receiving an enormous amount of semen from multiple donors at multiple points of entry.”

  The world stopped.

  Was Gabriel saying what it sounded like? Was he seriously suggesting that while my girl was struggling through a metamorphosis, we should have a gangbang?

  “Oliver, before you say anything, it would only be if things were going very very badly,” Shane commented.

  “They would have to be going pretty damn badly!” I shouted, causing a few heads to turn.

  “Yes they would,” Gabriel said calmly. “But if they were, you need to think this through and talk it over with Bec. I didn’t want to wait until Sunday to bring it up because I wanted to make sure you two discussed it in detail. Perhaps it might be better to have males on hand that you and she don’t know, just in case. That way it might prevent any uncomfortable moments in the future.”

  I closed my eyes and tried to process what he was saying. He thought it might go badly enough that he and Shane, and potentially Caleb, would need to fuck my mate, but in order to spare anyone from being uncomfortable at the holidays, we should find some complete strangers to fuck her instead.

  Standing out of frustration, I paced back and forth in front of the couch. I needed to calm down, and there was only one thing that I knew always worked; I needed to feed.

  Without a word, I scooped her up and carried her quickly her to another room. Lifting her onto the wooden table, I spread her legs wide. Without warning, I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, making her arch her back and cry out in surprise. I began pumping hard and fast to draw out the liquid I craved. I knew it would calm me instantly.