The alley fell silent. Four bodies. Broken. Groaning. Bleeding. My pulse thundered in my ears, but it wasn't fear. It was need. A heat behind the eyes. A buzz in the teeth. Something old and coiled in my blood, finally waking up. One of them—Bat Boy—tried to crawl away. I knelt beside him. His neck pulsed. Jugular jumping. The part of me that was still Ash screamed no.
But Herja purred.
I didn't have fangs like a traditional vampire. Not exactly. The suckers on my hands had circular leach-like mouths that devoured orgone energy, teeth subtly reshaped—designed for puncture and pull. I pressed my palm to his chest to hold him down. Teeth digging just enough. Just enough for dominance. He looked up, confused, too dazed to scream again. I began to feed, it was copper-sweet and buzzing like battery acid. Ecstasy. Horror. Strength. My strength. My adrenaline. My terror. All of it rushing into me from the man like liquid fire.
I drank.
And above me, from the rooftops, someone moaned. My head snapped up. Lips bloody. Eyes glowing. A girl with curled horns and a tail, with sleek circular small bat-wings. It-it was Felicity! From class! She crouched in succubus form half-revealed in the moonlight. Her arms wrapped around herself. Her lips parted in pleasure.
One hand buried between her legs. Not shameful. She watched me like I was hers. Her tail flicked. Her tongue slid over her bottom lip. Silver eyes half-lidded with rapture. Not because of blood. Because of me. Because of what I was becoming. "That's it, darling…" she whispered. "Show me more."
I staggered back from the body, blood dripping down my palms. My vision swam. Felicity leapt down effortlessly, Succubus beast feet kissing asphalt. She walked over—slow. Hips swaying. Every inch of her soaked in hunger. She didn't speak again. She just leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "You don't know what you're feeding on, but just watching you feeds me too."
Then she licked the blood off my neck up to my lips. Soft. Deliberate. Slow. I shuddered, her scent burning itself into my brain, strange glyphs circled around my head in a halo. And then she vanished.
I showered in silence. The water didn't help. Blood swirled down the drain in thin pink ribbons. The heat scalded my tight back, but my skin wouldn't stop crawling. Even after the steam cleared, I still felt watched. I stepped out, dried off, chugged a beer straight from the bottle, and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. The familiar burn calmed me. I checked all the windows. Locked the front door. Closed every curtain tight. Still, I felt them, the eyes. Somewhere. I muttered, "Fuck it," and threw myself into bed.
I fell asleep with smoke on my breath and a strange scent still lingering on my person. The dream began soft. Warm. Too warm. I was naked. But I was me again, myself.
Male again.
Whole.
Breathing hard and slow, chest rising and falling in a dark velvet room that shimmered like candlelight and water. The sheets were black silk. The air smelled like citrus and sin.
And beside me…was Herja.
Tied.
Bound.
Beautiful.
Wrists and ankles wrapped in crimson Shabari rope, her body arched and exposed—defenseless. Her head turned toward me, amber eyes burning in the dark, furious. Not in pain. Not afraid. Just enraged. "This is her game, not mine," she hissed in his head. "You let her in." Before I could speak soft posh lips touched mine. Felicity. She Straddled me. Nude. Skin radiant. Her hair loose and wild. Her lips worked against my mouth, slowly, rhythmically. A kiss designed to trap, not love.
"Welcome to your reward," she purred. She kissed down my throat. Her hands dragged fire across my chest. My body reacted instantly. I felt myself grow hard in between Felicity's flaxen covered sex. I gasped. "What is this?" Felicity looked at Herja—bound, helpless—and smirked.
"She doesn't get to play tonight. But You do Ash." She took my hands, warm and trembling, and pressed them to her ass. Soft. Firm. Hypnotic in motion. I swallowed hard. Herja growled. "Don't touch her. Don't let her touch you." Felicity leaned into me, lips by my ear. She grinded her soft sex into me slowly now. Teasing. Not rushing. Drawing it out like silk through fingers.
"You feel it, don't you? The tension. The ache. The way your body wants both of us to be together... even if your mind screams no." I clenched her ass, I didn't let go. I felt my orgone energy rising. A heat. A charge. A vibration behind his navel and under my skin. Felicity was feeding.
And Herja?
She was watching.
Powerless.
My mouth opened—caught between a moan and a warning. And Felicity smiled wider. "Good boy." Felicity's lips returned to mine, softer this time. Slower. Not a kiss—a possession. Her body moved against mine in slow ruthless undulations, every breath a rhythm, every grind a spell. Skin to skin, slick and seamless, like she was made to fit me. My fingers, still pressed against the curves of her ass, twitched. She guided them deeper—delicately, with just enough pressure to trace the labia line. I gasped. She moaned with me.
"See?" she whispered. "Even your hands know what they want."
Herja groaned beside me, in lust and rage. Her chest rose and fell, her jaw tight, eyes blazing. But she couldn't move. Every knot in the crimson rope glowed faintly, pulsing with Orgone. She was locked out of her own body's responses—but still linked to them. I could feel her hate. And her arousal. The feedback loop made my spine arch.
Felicity felt that too. She leaned in, mashing her breasts against my chest, her breath hot against my mouth. "You're feeding me just by being like this," she said. "Stuck between woman and man. Between will and surrender." She sat upright, straddling my sex, and began to rock. Slowly. Purposefully.
I groaned. My cock throbbed beneath her heat—trapped between, aching. She wasn't taking him inside yet. Not fully.
Just rubbing.
Just grinding.
Drawing it out.
Her hands slid up my chest, nails dancing over my nipples. Her hips kept moving, teasing the head of my cock with soft, soaked friction. Velvet heat. No hurry. Just pressure. Rhythm. Denial. My head rolled back. My grip tightened on her ass urging her along. My breath came faster. I tried to stop—but there was no exit, no waking.
Herja's eyes were locked on my face, breathing faster now, her bound body trembling. "Don't you dare finish with her!"
"Don't let her make you—"
Felicity silenced Herja with a kiss! Not gentle. Not kind. She crashed into Herja's mouth, lips parting with a growl, tongue invading like it owned the place. But Herja didn't flinch. She didn't retreat. She fought back. Their mouths locked in a brutal ballet—wet, deep, unrelenting. It wasn't love. It was a contest. Herja met Felicity's tongue with her own, twisting, pushing, trying to trap her inside the cavern of her mouth. It was like a thumb war—but with tongues. With teeth. With breath made of Orgone and gritted defiance. I lay there, paralyzed, throbbing, watching these two apex beasts duel inside a kiss. Herja's eyes narrowed—she gained ground.
Her jaw shifted slightly, lips parting wider, pulling Felicity deeper. Almost pinning her. A second more and Herja would've won. But Felicity smiled into the kiss—then pulled back with a soft pop, lips slick and glowing. She licked them once. Teasing. "Almost, war goddess," she whispered. "But not yet." Herja's breath was ragged. Her chest heaved. And for once—she looked shaken.
I kept rotating Felicity's hips into me. Because whatever this was? It wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Herja whimpered. Whether from rage or arousal—I didn't know which. Then Felicity pulled back and stared straight into my eyes. "Let her watch. Let her feel it too!
She wanted you strong. Well, this! she hissed pointing down to her sex—"this is strength." Her hand reached down between us, gripped my shaft, and finally aligned it with her entrance. I shuddered. One deep breath. Then—she took me in. Slow. So slow. Her body swallowed me like satin fire. Tight. Perfect. Wet. Every inch was a pull, a reward, a trap. I cried out. Felicity moaned louder. Herja snarled. Felicity rode me now. Real. Deep. Purposeful. Claiming. "Feed me," she whispered. "Feed yourself."
Every thrust blurred the edges of the dream. Pleasure built like a tidal wave—raw and bright and inevitable. I gripped her hips, body twitching, unable to resist anymore.
Herja's fury became static in my head, drowned beneath waves of shared ecstasy. Felicity leaned in one last time. Her mouth against his ear. "When you wake... you'll still smell like me."
Herja jerked and spasmed beside me!
She was-She was coming!
Then I came—deep, shaking, gasping—I roar muffled by Felicity's mouth locking against me in a final, open-mouthed kiss that pulled the orgasm from my soul. And the dream shattered. And I awoke. Sweat-drenched. Sheets twisted. Tail wrapped around my own ankle like a restraint. Panting. And the scent in the room? Felicity. Still warm on my skin. Still lingering on my lips. Still glowing faintly on the inside of my body.