Bite, Blaze, and Enchantment

by Zara Zenia

  Her back is arching as I start to finger her—just one digit to start with—and lick up and down over her clit. She's slippery wet down there now, partly from my own spit, the rest from her aromatic juices. I want to devour her completely, and at this point I'm not even sure I just mean eating her out. Those vampire urges inside me are screaming to be released. I ignore them, repressing my baser instincts. I don't know if that's wise. If what we're doing is wise. I don't give a fuck right now.

  After I'm sure I've nearly brought her to climax, I pull back. Moving back up beside her, I kiss her deeply. I enjoy the fact that she is tasting herself in my kiss. It's filthy and I love it. "You taste amazing," I say.

  "Just don't try to suck my blood," she says jokingly. We both have to know there's an undertone of some genuine worry about that though. I ignore it, so does she. "I want you to be my first," she says. "Will you make love to me?"

  I don't want to just make love. I want to ravage her in the most dominant way. I let that thought slip back into the dark recesses of my mind though. This isn't what's going down here. I tell myself that I'm still just like her, just like any human, as I take off my pants and slide myself on top of her. Keep the monster inside you, I tell myself.

  I move my body on top of her, missionary style, being careful not to put the weight of my whole body on her. I'm kissing her neck all over as a move myself slowly into her. My dick is as hard as the tree trunks that surround us, my hand gently guiding it closer. Closer into her sweet smelling center, the lustful aroma already driving me to the brink of losing myself. I don't want to let the beast out. Slowly. Go slow.

  Just as I think that, I push myself inside her. Maybe a little too much at once judging from the way her sweet moan breaks off in a short draw of breath. She grits her teeth a little. Then I ease myself out a little. Her hint of grimace changes back to an expression of pleasure. I'm looking down and watching myself, inside her. This girl I only just met. A girl I’ve wanted the entire time I was talking to her. And I’m fucking her. It seems like my luck has changed just like that.

  Then I look back up and see her eyes are open now. Those beautiful pools of green are fixated on me. Looking deep into my own eyes. She's so beautiful. This feels so good, so right. I can't control myself and I thrust up just once. Not all the way, but enough to hurt her. At least, I think so.

  "It's okay," she says. "I'm a virgin, but this isn't the first time I've... well, you know."

  "What?" I ask knowing how stupid I must sound. There's probably something obvious here that I'm missing. I feel naive and it takes away the edge of my primal pleasure.

  "Every girl has a toy. I've had that inside me, more than once. You're not going to hurt me." Her smile has a hint of wickedness and I stop worrying. I lean in and kiss her. Because I want to taste her sweet lips, feel her hot breath as it combines with my own. But also because I want to break our eye contact. It's making me lose myself, lose my confidence. I'm not sure why, but I feel like she's too good for me.

  I continue to gently grind my hips over her. Feeling myself enter her and retreat, the sensation beyond my wildness sexual dreams. Missionary has never been my preferred style, but this is different. I've never had physical contact with a woman so alluring, so attractive.

  "You can go faster," she says after five or so minutes. "I can tell you want to."

  "Are you sure?" I say, but there is no need for her to reply. Not with words. Her answer comes in the way she grabs me and holds me closer to her. Pushing her pelvis into my thrusts to make them count more, make them deeper and harder. I eventually decide that it's time to let my inner beast loose, but just a little. Keep it on a leash, I tell myself.

  "Get on your hands and knees," I command her.

  She complies with a smile. I gaze down at the most perfect behind, bare and free in the gentle breeze of this alien forest area. I enter her from behind and start to pump her. I go slow at first. I know it's a lot deeper doing it doggy style. This is probably going to hurt her. But it doesn't. Soon enough she's pushing back into me. With each thrust forward, she pushes herself back into me. I am now balls deep inside Stephanie. I reach forward and take hold of her shoulder with one hand. Holding her waist with my other hand. The curves on her body are amazing and I just have to feel them. I run my hand over her back and scratch her a little. She enjoys it, lets out a thrilled moan and tells me not to stop.

  As I start to near the point of climax, I decide to risk going too far. Taking her long flowing red hair in my fist, I pull back. I pull her hair and use it to rein her in, properly taking her in a dominant way. I smack her ass and leave a very faint red mark on it. She yelps and asks me to do it again. I do, but then I feel her tighten around me. I know she's coming now, although she doesn't say anything. All she can do is moan, and then she's screaming. I didn't expect her to be like this, so wild and free. I can't control myself any longer and I start to fuck her like a wild beast.

  We finish together, and I spend my load inside of her, then watch my seed spill a little from her as I withdraw. We crumple in a happy heap together on the soft, temperate forest floor.

  Chapter Ten

  Stephanie

  I must have fallen asleep. When I open my eyes, a sudden surge of disorientation gushes over me. "What the hell?" I ask the empty room. That's right, I'm not in the strange alien-made forest any more. My first reaction is to assume everything had just been a dream. That I'm still in my bedroom in the home I share with my widowed mother. Memories of my dead father and the guilt I feel for his passing. Sadness, isolation—albeit self-inflicted, my own private punishment handed to myself—are all I feel.

  This is not what a girl's meant to feel upon waking up after her first time. Typical, that's how my life would go. I realize it wasn't a dream, because I'm not in my room. This is Katie's place, and I'm in her guest room.

  "I've been waiting for you to wake up," says a man. I sit up and see that his features are obscured by the dimness of the room. He's standing in the doorway, light cascading down around him but not letting me see his face.

  "Where's Wayne?" I ask immediately, sitting up on the bed. At least I'm fully clothed still. He turns on the light and I see it's Katie's boyfriend. I knows because Katie has spoken about him, shown me pictures of him too.

  "I'm Brent. Katie says she told you about me. Don't worry," he says.

  "This is a little strange," I reply. "How do you expect me not to worry after what just happened? Tell me how I got here, and what you're doing here. Also, where the hell is my cousin?"

  "Look, don't start jumping to conclusions. No one is going to touch you. That is, no one after that vampire did." He smirks a little, it's a dirty look and makes me feel used, exposed. "I just stayed to make sure you were safe. I swear. You trust your cousin, right?"

  "Of course."

  "And your cousin trusts me, or she wouldn't be my mate. Doesn't that make sense?"

  He has a sense of confidence about him that's hard to ignore. I really do want to trust him. Part of that could be that he's a very good looking man too. Yes, it's wrong to say that kind of thing about my cousin's boyfriend, or mate or whatever. I'm not saying it though—I'm just thinking it. That sexual encounter really has me worked up. I can still feel Wayne inside of me. The low buzz of pleasure covers my body and I wish I was still with him. Instead of being alone in a bedroom with this stranger.

  "Didn't anyone ever tell you that dragons are better than vampires?" he asks me as though reading my thoughts. For all I know he can read my mind.

  Cringing at that comment, I ignore it. "Can you leave? I want to have a shower and change my clothes."

  "Fine," he says, leaving the room with a shrug.

  Suddenly I feel all alone. Realizing that being by myself right now is the last thing I want, I stop him. "Uh, actually. If Katie asked you to look after me, do you think we could go get something to eat? I'm starving for some reason." I realize I'm not sure how long I've been asleep.

  "Sure. I'l
l wait outside for you. Give you some privacy in the apartment."

  Chapter Eleven

  Stephanie

  Once I've finished getting ready, Brent takes me to a bar. "This is where a lot of the local teenagers like to hang out," he tells me. "I figure it might be more your scene than just the diner or burger joint."

  "I haven't hung out in any bars for a long time," I tell him. "Not since..." I trail off and hope he won't ask me to continue my sentence.

  "Well, maybe you can change that. Most of the teens here are dragons. There really aren't that many vampires, sorry. I know they're more your thing." He's making fun of me again.

  "What's your problem with vampires?" I ask. "Is there something I should know. If they're all like Wayne, maybe you're just not giving them a chance."

  "Why should I?" Brent asks me as we take a seat at the bar. The bartender is a stocky man, probably middle aged. That is, he would be on Earth as a human. I don't know how they age here. He doesn't seem interested in serving us, too busy getting drinks ready for a large table of youths.

  "He seemed lonely. Is that because there aren't many vampires on the planet?"

  "What was so special about him?" asked Brent.

  "I could relate to him. The way he seemed so isolated. I know how that feels."

  "Fair enough. I don't think your cousin meant for you to go off and... well, you know."

  "Katie is the one who introduced me and asked him to show me around. I'm an adult and whatever happened between us in private is just that: private." There's an uncomfortable silence and I suddenly regret having asked him to take me out to eat.

  Chapter Twelve

  Dan

  I've always been a popular guy. That doesn't mean everything goes my way. Being a vampire comes with its own share of problems. Even though all the women I meet seem to want me, I know they're just shallow. They only want me for my looks. I have what they often call "sea-blue" eyes, whatever the fuck that's meant to mean. As far as I'm concerned, meaningless sex with random women is appropriately named. It's all meaningless to me.

  The truth is, gazing into my eyes has the power to return a person's youth. That's what they're truly after. When I was younger, it didn't matter to me what their reasons were. But now I just feel like a tool, being using like any other useful object.

  I'm finishing up my coffee at a cafe near my place. This is a cool place to come and unwind, enjoy a cup of coffee, grab something to eat. I like it because there's usually no one in here. It gives me some space. Sure, I could get that by sitting alone at home, but I'm an extroverted kind of guy. I don't like to be alone. They force me to seek solitude though, just so I can avoid feeling like some treasured object that can give back their youth.

  My coffee's empty now, the dark black circle staring back at me from the bottom of the mug. Surrounded by the bright white porcelain, it looks like a dark hole. That's how I feel sometimes. My life is all sunshine and good times on the outside. Me though, on the inside? I'm just caught in a desperate well and waiting for something to come along to rescue me. Anything. Anyone.

  Stepping out of the cafe, I see someone. She's a gorgeous redhead sitting inside the bar across from the cafe. I've been inside a few times, but never before have I seen that face. Since it's a local dragon hangout, I tend to socialize in there a bit. As I pass the large window at the front of the bar, there are lots of eyes on me. People know me, always remember that I'm the guy with the power of youth. If you look into that guy's eyes for long enough, you can start to get back your youth, they whisper to each other. Or something similar. Everyone knows me because they want to use me. Chicks think they can throw their pussy at me and I'll just let them charge up and get their lost years back. It doesn't quite work like that, but they say the feeling alone is worth it. Even if the rest was a myth.

  She doesn't even glance twice at me. The redhead sees me, sure. Everyone else is staring, especial the women. That draws her attention for a moment. Then she goes back to her bowl of fries and conversation with the man with her. He's a dragon, I've seen him around. His name's Brent. Older than her too. They seem like an odd couple. It's too intriguing for me to resist, so into the bar I go to approach them. It's weird that I actually feel nervous about talking to a girl for the first time since I can remember.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Stephanie

  A lot of people in the bar are staring at him, but I don't know why. I take a look then get back to minding my own business. "These fries are good," I tell Brent. "Just don't tell me what they're actually made from. I'm guessing it's not potatoes, right?"

  "It's nothing strange. Just not the same thing they use on Earth is all," he tells me. Then he's cut off.

  "Where have you been hiding this one?" the guy who's drawing everyone's attention says to Brent.

  "Dan," replies Brent in a mild yet uninterested manner. "What brings you here?"

  "Not you, I can assure you," this guy replies with confidence. He isn't looking at Brent as he talks to him though. He hasn't taken his eyes off me since entering. The unbroken staring is making me feel awkward, so I play it cool and try to act like I don't know he's there. Instead I just keep crunching on these alien fries—they really do taste like the ones back home—and make him squirm. Losing my v-card seems to have given me all kinds of confidence with the opposite sex. Or maybe I just know this guy wants me badly and that makes me feel powerful. I like it.

  "Well, where have you been keeping this gorgeous girl?" the now seemingly obnoxious guy asks Brent.

  "As far away from you as possible," Brent replies teasingly.

  That seems to irk the stranger. Puts a tiny dent in his armor. That's vindicating to see, the look in his eye that he's not getting his own way this time. I feel awkward and wish that I had my phone with me. Well, I did have it in my pocket when we arrived on Etwan, but it's useless here. The thing's sitting with the power off on the bedside table beside Katie's guestroom bed. I want it because it would be great to be able to look down and pretend I was checking a message or something.

  Speaking of phones, no one on this planet has them. They do have similar devices that are attached to their arms though. They're way more advanced looking than our Earth smartphones, but I haven't seen one used. Until now, when Brent's starts to light up. He answers it and starts talking to himself, so it seems. I guess they have some kind of weird hands free activation that doesn't require a headset.

  "Hey baby, what's up?" Brent says. "Sure that's not a problem. Okay, see you soon." He stands up like he's about to leave. "Say, Stephanie, that was Katie. I don't suppose you'd mind if we leave now?"

  "Really? But we just got here. I was hoping I could try some of your alien equivalent of alcohol. It's been a really weird few days."

  "Hmm. Well, I suppose I could trust this degenerate to keep you company," Brent replies to me. He throws a thumb over his shoulder toward Dan. Seeing the unease on my face, he laughs a little. "Take it easy, Stephanie. Katie and I both know him. You'll be fine."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dan

  I can't believe my luck. This beautiful young lady's so-called protector is heading out the door. "So, how do you feel about being abandoned like that?" I ask her to break the ice.

  "It was my decision to stay, wasn't it?" she replied with confidence. That is, with a facade of confidence. It's a flimsy wall that she's put up to make me think she isn't nervous. Thing is, I can tell when a woman's acting dishonest. They all seem to be like that with me. Only she's not trying to act like she gives a shit about me just to use me. No, she's trying to pretend to be completely unimpressed by me.

  "You really have lovely hair," I tell her. "It goes well with your eyes. Can I ask if that's your real color?" I take a seat on a bar stool beside her as she crunches on the last lonely morsel of food from her bowl.

  "You just did," she replies with a smirk.

  We start to chat. Well, it's mostly just flirting. I can tell she's into me with the way her eyes li
ght up when she looks at me. That's probably helped by my sea-blues. Always gets the women, lots of men too. Everyone seems to be infatuated with looking me in the eye. I notice that a lot of guys make a point not to look me in the eye. Just like Brent avoided doing. I don't know if it just makes them uncomfortable to feel like they're drawn to a guy like that. It's only the straight guys who seem to not want to make eye contact for too long. That gives me an upper hand with the ones who want to seem likes alphas. They either look away and lose their edge, or they maintain eye contact and just can't help but soften.

  "I can't believe I'm sitting here flirting with a stranger. A dragon shifter from an alien world too. I only just lost my vir—" She stops herself short, but it's too late. "You lost your what? Were you about to say virginity?" Now I'm doubly intrigued.

  "Just forget about that, okay? Don't worry about it." Her cheeks flush red in an instant, nearly as red as her luscious hair.

  Man, it would be good to run my fingers through it. I can smell her shampoo and conditioner mixed with its natural scent. That's making me very horny. I know she's going to fall under my spell soon, if she hasn't already. She even tells me all about Wayne and what happened with him. I know she's only being so open with me because of my spellbinding blues. But hey, sometimes you just have to make use of your gifts to get something you want.

  "Hey, you don't have to be worried about being shared here," I tell her.

  "What the fuck did you just say to me?" she says. Stephanie turns her whole body around to face me on her stool. Then the look of outrage quickly melts away as she finds her eyes locked on mine. Works every time. I almost feel bad for her since I know how hard it is to resist. Almost. "No one's sharing me, thank you," she says, turning back to face the bar.