Strange needs +18

Standard disclaimer applies: This story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Lucius

I snapped awake at the first change, the minuscule second where I heard her gasp on my bed, and raised my head right as she arched with a sob.

"Hungry. I'm so hungry. Please." Tears coursed from her eyes, of confusion and fear, and I felt the sight like a churn in my gut.

"No, no, no tears. It's okay, little one. It's all okay now." How had Astarte done what she did to me? How?

It was astonishing, given the power of protective instincts I acted upon without thought. I was by her side on the bed in an instant, humming softly in my throat to soothe her.

And her tears stopped due to Compulsion's effects, but she still sniffled, so wide-eyed and afraid that it wounded me.

I bit into my wrist, thinking that I would have to feed more often to nourish both of us, remembering the terrible hunger that I was incapable of subjecting her to.

Due to the circumstances of my own upbringing, I was unsure how much blood she would need for comfortable levels, and that fact suddenly bothered me.

Should she need blood already, even? Bloody hell, I had no idea what I was doing. "Drink, if you're hungry."

Her nostrils flared when I lifted my wrist to her face, and she sniffed before hesitantly licking, like a fawn at a stream.

The flicks of her tongue were tentative, but to my dismay, she didn't bite into my offered vein and actually pulled away, something that stunned me. Now that action I knew was wrong.

Even if she was full, she should be unable to pull away from an offer like mine. But she shook her head, whimpering as if the blood caused her pain.

"It hurts so bad. So hungry. Please. Please..." Her eyes swirled black as night with lost desperation, and her breath hissed between her teeth. Saliva glistened on her fangs, and I rubbed my forehead.

I didn't know what this was, but I recognized the madness of starvation. And dear Lucifer below, that scent of hers permeated everything, making it hard to breathe.

It felt almost like Depravity had when he poured into my body in the form of smoke, choking me. My c*ck was rock hard and pure s*xual need pulsed through me.

Goddamnit, what had he made? What was this? I had been expecting a ward, braced for that, but this wasn't following any of what Doubt had shown me. Depravity, wake up now. I need help. I think she needs you and she's hurting. Please.

It was nearing daytime hours so he had had a fair bit of recovery, but I could still feel him languidly resting in my blood.

For a few seconds, he didn't answer, and I was terrified, but the scent of his spawn suffering seemed to rouse him enough.

She didn't do anything except give me such a confused and pleading look that it hurt my chest. Your instincts are telling you what to do.

Oh, I'm pretty sure they're not telling me shit. Because all of my instincts were saying to take her and claim her, to f*ck her so hard I would never forget it.

That's it. She needs your s*x.

For a moment I was stunned and couldn't even answer him, but then I managed. Great, D. I would, except, you know, someone - not naming names or anything, but some jackass - endowed me with the actual c*ck from hell, so how do you want me to do that?

He giggled insanely, sleepily. She can take it. Do it or I will.

I winced. Fuck, I didn't want that. Okay, she was partially a vampire at least.

Maybe I could do this in a gentle enough way that even when I tore her, she wouldn't feel much pain, and then Depravity would see that it wouldn't work.

He truly seemed to care for the suffering of the girl laying on my bed, this poor creature who was bonded to me.

"Please," she whispered again. "It's like a hole that won't close. It hurts so bad. I'm so empty."

"Okay." I whispered it, cooed it. "It's okay. Just hold on, and I'll help you. We'll figure this out together. Can you stand up?"

Her head fell weakly to the side, and I took that as a no. My senses were reeling because, on the vampire side, she smelled sated with blood, but there was some other part that the demon sensed.

It was almost like... if one could stop a vampire right in that moment before they turned, trap them there.

It was a stasis of a kind, as if some part of her was trying to awaken, and couldn't, because I was failing as a Sire.

"Okay, love. It's okay. Just relax and don't be afraid." I hated using Compulsion like that, but I didn't want her to suffer. I lifted her dress gently, maneuvering her awkwardly to pull it over her head.

She was so weak that it was terrifying, so I hurried and undressed her until she was naked before me.

She was beautiful. Pure and untouched, but with that sensual grace of my sinful race. It was the strangest, most surreal blend of two dualities that were never meant to exist together.

Innocence, but with the swirling black eyes of a demon. Sweetness, but with a smile that salivated for blood and something else.

I kissed up her body, both dying to see her in the throes of pleasure and unwilling to harm her. But another whimper from her made me continue.

I started with one nipple and closed my lips around the peak to suck and tease it. The response was instant, and it made me groan.

She arched beneath me, her body spasming with need so hot that it was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was so... desperate. "Oh, yes! More, please, please! More." She begged so sweetly, too.

But I couldn't focus on any of that because the scent of her suddenly jacked up into something impossible for me to ignore.

It was like a magic that she controlled, and it affected my desire, made me need, made me growl.

I stood only to impatiently take off my own clothes while she stared up into my eyes and made me suffer just from the raw desire she held in them, the hunger.

She opened her mouth and lifted weakly on the bed while I watched, her hands trailing down her body while she whimpered and bared her fangs.

I snapped at the sight and dove for her p*ssy, burying my face between her thighs, so that she squealed with the sudden bliss from my lips meeting her nether ones.

I had eaten females out in many different ways for many different reasons.

I had eaten my Mistress out of fear of pain and need for her blood. I had eaten others in response to Depravity's attention.

I had eaten to give pleasure where I could not physically f*ck my partner. But now, with her?

It was like a religion. I thrust my tongue inside of her and instantly made a raw sound against her. She was drenched and the lips of her s*x quivered under my tongue.

That heady scent was everything, and I was free to inhale it with every breath I took in between flicks of my tongue, was free to let it rule me.

And holy hell, it did. It ruled me like the blood hunger took hold in me, so that when I lifted my face, I could feel the smoky haze turning my eyes black as endless pits, could feel my fangs lengthening, though I didn't thirst for blood.

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