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twenty-nine.
Eryn.
Two Years Later.
She giggled as she threw her legs over my shoulders. They kept slipping off every time I pushed the dildo inside. It was attached to a harness strapped around me. I growled in frustration and grabbed a pillow, using it to bring her hips to my hip height.
"Ooh!" she squeaked as I thrust myself roughly inside.
I maintained contact with the girl under me, noticing how her brown hair was almost the shade as that bloody whore. I fucked her harder, trying to keep my eyes from shifting so quickly. It was hard not to bite into this girl, but I had to hold out. It was how you learned...
Yeah. No. I couldn't fuck her anymore.
I felt as lifeless as the strap I used to fuck her with. I wouldn't know exactly what it feels like to fuck her, this was more for her enjoyment.
I used to enjoy it when girls got off on me fucking them. I should be enjoying it now, I thought.
I pulled the silicone cock out of her pussy with a pop. "Turn around, on your knees."
Her disoriented face angered me, causing me to carelessly grab her thighs and whirl her around. I nudged her legs apart with my knee, gripping her ass. My hand landed on her ass with a satisfying smack. "More," I murmured, pushing her lower back down.
I guided the cock inside her cunt, fucking her without care of how hard. Her moans became more hoarse the faster I fucked her, causing her face to sink in the sheets. I thrust hard into her pussy, the loud wet smacks of my thighs hitting against her ass.
Her groans turned into shrieks and sobs, shaking like a leaf under me. A tremor rolled throughout her body, the fifth one tonight...
I rolled my eyes, hating how many times she came. She was like a little energizer bunny, dripping all over my sheets.
I grabbed her curly matted hair, yanking her back upwards. I reached my right hand over to her clit, rubbing it in jerked circular movements. She shuddered against me, rubbing her back against my tits. I bounced her up and down on the bright pink member.
This was getting old.
I let out a sliver of emotion, almost letting myself feel the pleasure coming through. The wrath and agony threatened to unleash itself. I wrapped my arm around her chest to keep her in place, ignoring the fact that I was squeezing her breasts painfully. She cried out and I took that as my opportunity impale my fangs into her jugular. Her blood poured freely into my mouth and I took long gulps, loving how the warmth of her blood soothed my dry throat. It was sweeter when she was horny, I thought, almost like mer-blood.
Human blood could never be compared to mermaid blood.
The sound of a video call rang through my blood induced haze. I slowly detached my incisors from... Molly?
I got up, throwing on my black silk robe. I headed over to my desk and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it up with a snap of my fingers. My clawed fingernail pressed the mouse of my laptop.
A familiar face appeared on my screen, looking far better than the last time I saw him. "Oh, look! That patch grew back." I muttered, snapping my fingers again to light up the cigarette. Lance's figure focused, showing himself dressed in an over-sized seater.
"Ugh, why'd did it have to be you that turned off your humanity? Chris at least would've been easier to talk to if his emotions were gone," Lance sighed, absently fiddling with the empty sleeve on his left shoulder. Parts of his hair burned away in the blast and it was taking much longer than we thought to heal.
"Oops," I replied monotonously, taking a drag of the lit cigarette. I recently had taken a liking to them. It helped curb the random stabs of pains I would get in my chest. Chris would argue that it was the cigarettes messing with my chest, but he and I both knew that wasn't the problem, "Talking about your husband, he called me again."
"He thinks I can just jump right back into it," Lance muttered, peering into the camera and lightly touching the bags under his eyes. I glanced at my own view of myself and noticed the lack of bags on mine.
"You know you can get a prosthetic for that," I motioned at his arm as I lit up another cigarette, "you know, rather than you not feeding."
"Why does it matter? Who is that on your bed? Is she alive?" Lance narrowed his eyes and leaned into the camera, "you know Dr. Brixton wouldn't approve."
I leaned to the side to show the woman passed out on my bed. "She's alive, for now. I don't know, she said she was the realtor of this place. Might be messy if I kill her, eh?" I centered on the laptop, "Doubt Dr. Brixton would appreciate that."
Lance narrowed his eyes. "You need to be careful, now that you work for the Consul, you can't afford to make any mistakes."
"Start feeding," I mumbled, ashing out the cig on my thigh. I watched as it burned my skin, leaving a nasty red hole. It closed up within seconds, leaving a light pink circle, "and maybe I'll stop feeding. Or maybe you should stop refusing to see Chris."
"He's shoving these doctors in my room every day. I don't know what he wants more, for me to let them show me a prosthetic or to feed on them," Lance pouted, "I can't even paint my nails."
He changed the conversation with ease, something that I was used to Lance doing lately. He never wanted to talk much about his situation. He was strapped to blood IVs almost all last year. It was a miracle he was able to come back from the amount of damage he endured. If I didn't trust Marina, if I had just ignored her then Lance wouldn't be in this predicament.
Stop thinking about the past.
"Compel someone to do it," I replied, hearing the realtor groan. "Oh! It looks like she's alive. I'll call you later." I pressed the end call button, turning around to the woman. I was relieved for the distraction. Any longer on the call with Lance and it would've been hard to hold everything back. I could feel my mental state go numb, freezing it in place. I focused my attention to the girl in my bed.
She opened her eyes and met my gaze, a dumb grin appearing on her face. She tentatively lifted her wrist up.
I smirked, climbing on the bed grabbing it, sinking my teeth into her blue veins. She moaned, leaning into me. I watched the myriad of emotions from pain to pleasure develop on her face.
I licked the wound, relishing in the taste of her blood. I knew I was taking a risk feeding from her, but I had no more of the pills I was prescribed. If I was hungry, it was harder to push everything down. Emotions were too hard to handle right now.
I avoided kissing her, hating the feeling that came from it. "You never met me. You showed me this place, but I wasn't interested. Understand?" I zeroed in on her eyes and I watched as her eyes glazed over, entranced in my compulsion.
"I never met you. I showed you the place, but you weren't interested," she muttered, looking confused.
I stood up and unbuckled the harness throwing the strap to the side.
Too intimate.
It wasn't hard to shut off your emotions, the challenge was to keep them from crawling in.
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