This was good. This was what I wanted. At first, I was so enraptured that I barely noticed the voice approaching from elsewhere inside the structure.
“Rans? I’ve got three more people outside. They’re hypnotized to think they came here for a drink and some weed.” The voice grew closer, rounding a corner and appearing in the interior doorway. “Do you want me to—whoa! What the hell, Rans?”
I pulled my fangs free to hiss in warning at the intruder, my legs still wrapped tightly around my prize. A hand on the back of my head guided me back to the smear of blood covering rapidly fading wounds, and suddenly the intruder seemed unimportant. I clamped my jaws over that tempting column of flesh and put the interruption out of my mind, writhing in pleasure.
“Sorry, mate...” The words vibrated through the skin beneath my lips, and I hummed happily. “I, uh, think this may end up requiring more than just blood. I’m afraid I didn’t really take the succubus aspect of things fully into account.”
Silence. Then, “O-kay. That’s considerably more information than I needed or wanted. I’ll... just be outside, then. Like, way, way outside. As in... somewhere that’s not here.”
“Probably a good call.” For some reason, my meal’s response sounded more than a little strained.
* * *
The next few snapshots were in roughly the same vein, only without the interruptions from uncomfortable-sounding voices, which was nice. The only real downside was that I kept blacking out again whenever things seemed poised to progress from ‘nice’ to ‘earth-shatteringly awesome.’
I got really close once, but then the stupid sun crept over the stupid horizon with its stupid light and its stupid heat, and suddenly I couldn’t keep my eyes open or move my arms and legs any more.
“This sucks,” I complained against the bloody ruin of a throat I’d been worrying with teeth and tongue. The pun registered a moment later, but by then I was too far-gone to laugh at my own joke.
* * *
Okay. Now this was better. It was dark again... or dark-ish, at least. Dusk. That’s what it was called, right? I didn’t have any real memory of what had led up to this moment, but as moments went, it was a really nice one.
I was on my back. My wrists were still cuffed to something reassuringly solid, stretched out above my head. For some people, that might have been a problem. For me, it was a bonus. More so, since my legs were currently wrapped around my companion’s lower back, a position that angled his cock just right inside me. My hips undulated in time with his slow thrusts, grinding my clit against his pelvis.
The points of my nipples rubbed against a smooth chest as we moved together. The points of my fangs grazed his throat, sliding in to open new wounds whenever the old ones healed. I could feel the swell of orgasm on a slow build in the background, lazy and unhurried. The smell of blood was everywhere, heady and rich like wine.
Wisps of delicious warmth slid down my throat and teased against my magical core, feeding power and strength into me from two directions. Feeding sanity into me, or so it felt. Every nerve was awake. Every sense, hyper-alert. The only madness threatening was the temporary madness of sexual release.
I swallowed another mouthful of luscious blood, and laved at the fast-healing skin beneath my lips. “Rans,” I moaned against his throat, following it up with another decadent lick.
“Zorah,” he rasped, his breath tickling my cheek. “Stay with me, love. Stay with me this time...”
A shudder wracked me as my orgasm crested and broke over me like a wave. My knees tightened around my companion, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock, pulling him with me. His release poured into me at the same time his sexual energy did, filling me up in a different way than his blood had done earlier.
I collapsed into the embrace of a comfortable mattress, spent, but not completely insensible for a change. Rans’ weight sagged above me, a reassuring pressure against my body. Energy tingled through me, leaving behind a pleasant buzz. A hum of contentment rumbled through my chest, even as the context of where I was and what we’d just been doing grew oddly hazy.
Rans rallied himself enough to roll onto an elbow beside me. He frowned down at me, assessing, and I blinked back up at him as I took in the gauntness of his features... the dark circles beneath his eyes.
My lips felt sticky. I licked them, a tremor slipping down the length of my spine as the smell and taste of blood exploded across my senses. The aroma seemed more intense than what could be accounted for by running my tongue over my lips. Something made me look down at myself. That I was naked wasn’t too alarming, since I was with Rans. That I looked like something straight out of a horror movie... kind of was.
“Uh...” I said.
My skin was dyed in shades ranging from rust to crimson. I looked like I’d been wallowing in an abattoir, or maybe bathing in the blood of my enemies.
At least, I really, really hoped they’d been enemies. My eyes flew to Rans’ exhausted face. He was still watching me closely. I made a concerted attempt to think back, trying to piece together how I’d come to be here, chained to a bed and covered in blood, with waves crashing against the sand outside.
“Welcome back, love,” he said, palming my cheek and rubbing a thumb softly over the skin beneath my eye. His troubled expression didn’t ease. “Now. Tell me... what’s the last thing you remember?”
TWENTY-ONE
I TRIED TO THINK. I couldn’t think. Instead, I swallowed with a dry click in my throat, and licked my lips again. “Can you... let my wrists loose,
