Blood and Juices

The Feeding Trance

You had felt it the minute the blood touched your lips and slipped down your throat. Becca's mind was clear and everything was open. Her thoughts, her feelings, her memories.

You could taste the waffles with syrup and sliced bananas she'd had a year ago, how she missed it, yearned to taste it again after winning the 600-meter dash and tossing out the dieting needed to maintain her physique. You could hear the songs sung by the choir when she'd go to church with her dad every Sunday.

Rebecca Estevan was an open book, and you sped through as many pages as you could. Taking deeper and deeper pulls of the sweet nectar, lapping the red ooze with your tongue. It was the flavour of Envy, Becca's greatest Sin.

You needed more and demanded more and more with each passing second. Like a temporary gateway into pure euphoria. However, unlike with Jane, you remained aware that much more of this would push poor Becca beyond the point of unconsciousness.

"This is all so clear, compared to when I bit Jane. The flavour barely lasted before whatever poison it contained struck. But Becca's blood is so warm, it makes me feel alive."

You had to stop, any further and she'd be out like a light, not something you'd want on Academy grounds.

Stopping outright felt impossible, the frenzy made your lips shake and jaw quiver, and the tightness only grew in your chest.

■ Yes, let us leave nothing more than the cold, flaccid body of this pathetic little prude. Let everyone see us for what we are, a king amongst peasants, a beast amongst the lambs ■

This feeling was more than just a curse, it was a foundational, chemical reaction. Endorphins flooded through you like a rampant tsunami, and the adrenaline disrupted your logic, making the muscles in your arms and back squeeze instinctually.

But, you had given this transaction much thought since the incident in the Love Hotel and since visiting Woden. Other vampires described their frenzy as a plague, a treacherous venom that seethed from one's core... but you had much more than just rampant hunger within.

You had an abyssal flame. That's when the lightbulb came, if the venom of frenzy poured from your core, then the next course of action became clear, You needed to get angry.

Amidst the bloody, spiralling trance, you grasped hold of the squirming, screaming monster within, revelling in Becca's coming demise.

"Jane could die, and it's my fault. My father is gone, and I don't know why. I may never control myself again, and I can do nothing about it."

Revelling in the thoughts that engorged your wrath was the perfect piolet light, which sparked the black flame within.

■ NO, NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PUT THAT FIRE OUT, STOP! ■

The Hunger screamed inside as you looked down at your fingers, watching them glow with black embers. Those embers swept through you, climbing through your ribs, and consuming all they touched. In an instant, the stray candlelight turned into a roaring inferno, enrapturing your body in dark flames which set you and your hunger ablaze.

If you couldn't stop the venom from pouring out, then why not just burn it all away? burn your worries, burn your cares; render the hunger in flame, while protecting little Becca from certain ****.

Blinking open your eyes, you looked out into the field where people dotted out, trying and failing to make it seem as if they weren't watching you kiss Becca's neck. Slowly and carefully, you stepped back a little, the trance of the feed broken and your skin flushing with heat.

She wobbled a little, her legs nearly giving out before you put your hands on her bare waist to steady her. "Woah there, easy."

Becca's eyelids slid open, still a little hazed from the **** pleasure of the feed "...F-Fuck me." She cleared her throat, managing to regain her footing.

"Why bother? we've already been plenty intimate, don't you think?" You whispered, eyes glowing with undead fury.

She blinked as your mesmerising tone, bled her panic and exhaustion away. "Yeah, plenty intimate, t-thanks for being... gentle... with... me?" She was clearly a little confused by the details of the steamy affair, but post-feed, Rebecca was soft and mouldable as clay.

"So, good magic trick?" You asked in jest.

Becca's doughy blue eyes locked on yours.

Looking hungry and wanton she threw herself at you, pushing her tongue between your lips and snogging you like a cheerful pup, as you jolted in surprise.

Becca groaned with satisfaction, sucking your tongue, pecking your lips once, then twice before seemingly remembering herself, peddling backwards with an awkward shroud over her sweaty face.

People were watching, especially her track buddies.

"I uh, I should go. thank you for the um, you know, showing me the magic trick." She muttered.

You reached out, pushing some of the wetness from the corner of her lips from your wet kiss.

"Anytime, Becks."

Shuddering fiercely, you watched Rebecca back peddle away, only to snap back momentarily "C-Call me! seriously, just um, at some point um, call me?" with that she stumbled off, with two minuscule pinpricks, black as night on her neck.

"Never gave me a number." You muttered sourly

The Running team swarmed around her, likely abound with questions but she merely waved them off, shambling in the direction of the gym hall, likely to relieve herself of the overwhelming desire your dark embrace had injected within her.

"I fed. I did it. Becca, Becca, Becca. You were so, delicious. I can still taste your every joy, your every desire."

You felt beyond in shape, more than good, hell you were confident that you could take on a speeding train head-on with this deep satisfaction of your undead cells flowing through your veins. The whole experience was pure bliss, even now you slipped your tongue through every nook and cranny of your mouth, to preserve that magical aftertaste.

Turning to the window, you saw dark eyes staring out. Vicky folded her arms at you, utterly bemused. But you'd sensed more than one body before.

"They saw me alright. That ought to stir up an adequate amount of trouble."

"Good grief, a Drake who actually heeds my advice. How refreshing."

You spun around at the sudden sound of the strange, but familiar voice, finding that it belonged to a young man, perhaps in his early twenties standing beside you.

He was covered nearly completely, his body draped in a sharply fitted business attire, with a monochrome scarf, huge and winding covering most of his face.

That, paired with his wide-brimmed sun hat shrouded what little of his face that could be seen in the shadow of the autumn sun.

You had to admit to confusion, he had no scent whatsoever, no presence even among your newly attuned sense of smell.

long strands of messy blonde hair tied into a long braid which slithered down his shoulder like a golden snake "Don't look so dumbfounded, son, it doesn't suit you."

That voice... there was no mistaking it "Mr Wyse?"

"he gets it one, outstanding, magnificent my boy." Mr Wyse spoke in his gruff tone "I must say, Dark-Sun. Your control over the feed is remarkable for one so deep in frenzy."

"...And your appearance is remarkable, considering last night you were no more than a tattered old man. How are you even out here without burning to a crisp?" You asked

"Well, you have your talents, I have mine."

"Daywalking is hardly a talent, from what I've read it's a miracle" You'd read the tomes, and skimmed the ancient scrolls. Woden Wyse was much more powerful than even he let on.

Wyse shrugged "...Still, I expected you to fuck that first feed up much worse than you actually did, your choice of victim was stellar and should stave off some of your symptoms for quite some time. Perhaps we will solve this affliction of yours yet." Woden noted cordially.

Still, having him appear out of nowhere was no less disconcerting, even after his praise "I don't like being followed, old man. If Artorias were here-"

Woden waved his gloved hand in dismissal "Black Shuck, angry at me. What a new and interesting development!" The Old Undead in his young form dripped with sarcasm, but just as easily become serious again "We have a compact you and I, and I always honour my vows.
I must warn you, Dark-Sun, whatever you've stirred up here could stoke the fires of war. For whatever reason, the High Court seems to have turned a blind eye to your activities, but if the Daughters of Ash rise up again then this city will have more worries than the Jormungadr to contend with"

You smiled "Daughters of Ash huh, what do you know about them?"

"Like the rest of our kind, I make it my business to avoid them, they are highly dangerous even to us. And although it has been tainted by these feckless youths, this structure is their most powerful stronghold in the known world. Do not underestimate them." He warned.

"I'm trying not to, but the closer I get, the larger the jaws of the monster grow." You admitted.

"Indeed." Woden agreed "Blood is the key, you think you feel powerful now after that little sip, just wait until you unlock your full potential. keep feeding son and you may yet find salvation. Now, I must take my leave."

Looking back through the window where Vicky still stood, she shot an irritated glance at you rapidly tapping her watch and gesturing you to come to meet her "A pleasure as always, Mr Wyse. Next time I'd appreciate it if you didn't sneak up..." When you turned back, you saw only an empty space "...on me. as if the voices in my head weren't intrusive enough."

You wondered where Rudy had gone, she was nowhere to be seen "Better go and find Hannah Colombine Montana before this gets messy."

Deciphering the miasma of smells surrounding the area, you caught her chaotic scent, following the metaphorical yellow brick road back to your crazed companion.

Rudy's scent was bloated with arousal as you followed it around the mess halls' brick walls, where nestled into the shadow between the Hall and the advanced science block, was a small bike shed, mostly unused on account of nearly 100% of students possessing their own vehicles.

You came to the door which was slightly ajar, its lock ripped clean in two by powerful hands.

Carefully pulling open the door, you stepped into the darkness of the shed where within the shadow sat a small form, legs spread wide with her huge yellow parka draped over her head.

Stepping over a rusty bike frame and pushing cobwebs hanging from the asbestos ceiling, You knelt by Rudy who hummed and huffed. Tentatively, you pinched the fur on the parka hood, unfurling it from Her to reveal the lustful creature underneath.

Rudy's teeth were sharp, her eyes wide, filled with pure hunger. She had torn the buttons on her blouse, kneading and feeling at her round breasts with one hand, the other tittering and grasping at the space between her legs. She stunk of mania, her **** expression disarming you slightly.

"I-I didn't do it. R-Rudy wanted to kill them all after watching you feed, she wanted to butcher every last one of them, but Rudy didn't -- she didn't do it! I mean I couldn't stay out there watching you. I had to run before it got too much. " She snarled, lost within the paradox of her nature.

Reaching out, you softly cupped her cheek, looking around at the claw marks on the wooden walls "Don't apologise" You wanted to reassure her, she had gotten this far after all "I need you to stay with me, we still have a good few hours until Final Period."

"Yeah, I'm catching what your throwin'. You're just a Hoot, you know that Cowboy?" She cooed. Her demeanour changed again, she relaxed into usual her unusual charm.

She let go of her chest, reaching out with her legs to hook the back of yours. She pulled in closer, looking up as you knelt in front of her. Red was the tongue that licked her lips, they were sharp lips but pronounced like blades of magenta. They shone afterwards.

Rudy seemed to have forgotten her bra. Her breasts curved into her shirt, just out of sight, leaving only the impression of each nipple poking through her yellow blouse. Pulling you in close, she pressed the tips of her fingers into your thighs, messaging deeper and deeper in a spiral destined to reach your groin. "You don't just have to look...." she gave you those, eyes, a gaze dripping with temptation "...You get to touch."

"I didn't realise, dank, dirty sheds were your preferred spot." You chuckled.

She shrugged "oh please, I thought Ya'll have figured by now. Dank, dirty spaces is my only safe space."

Biting at your lip, you tried not to smirk, failing rather catastrophically "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, Miss Estavan got eaten up real good...." Her legs parted a little, revealing the opening in her jeans, where a cute little yellow thong poked out to say hello.

You liked her thinking. Feeding on Becca had riled you up beyond words, blowing off some of that steam before facing Vicky sounded perfect right about now.

Tactful and purposeful, your fingers crept around her neck. Her eyes closed, a long sigh of comfort escaping her lips as you painted invisible swirls down from her collarbone to her navel.

You pushed down further, slipping beneath the tight band of her bright panties. Her hips churned and tensed when you felt the narrow slit with broad lips within, slick with nectar that spilt from her garden. "Mmm, come on, You can be rougher than that."

Within her thick nether lips was a hard, nub. The Blonde tensed as you pressed your fingers against it, sending a wave of pleasure careening through her legs. "That, and more." Her clit was swollen and wanting; each flicker of your fingertips made her squeak like a mouse.

Her hips writhed as you slipped inside, pushing and massaging her walls as she sang in a symphony of drooling mouth and dripping tongue.

When you grasped at her half-removed jeans, she fought back a little, smiling venomously as you pried her thick legs open, swiftly drawing the dark denim away, to reveal her polished white calves and round ivory rump.

Devilish hands closed around her wrists, pushing her hard into the wall so that she spread helplessly before you. Here Rudienia was wide open for you to bask upon, her skin was stark white almost blemishless from her round pink nippled breasts down towards her lightly stumbled pubis. From there her cunt split into a wide horizon, each lip was full, red and gleaming with the droplets of arousal you'd instiled within her.

She licked her lips as you continued to play and toy with her sex, pushing it wide with two fingers so she opened up further "Such a tease." She muttered through heavy breaths "I don't think I want to wait anymore Boss."

Hey, you were nothing if not indulgent "Okay, but only because you've been on your best behaviour."

When you drew in and your lips crashed into her weeping cunt, Rudy detonated like a bomb. Taking two handfuls of your black hair in her claws, you allowed your tongue to spiral up her canyon, dancing and twirling all the way to the summit.

"Oh yes, now that's what I'm talking about! tongue fuck me, Cowboy, don't you dare stop!" She cried desperately, pushing your head further into her breach.

More, more you picked up the pace, painting symbols on her clit, pushing your index finger into her soft entrance, pulsing slowly but surely in a rhythm that slowly drove her deeper into the well of pleasure.

Rudy bucked up into your jaw harshly, making nectar seep out from the corner of your lips. "Ooh god damn, you feel so good. Keep going and you'll make me... Uh Yes!" You felt her legs vibrate under you, more and more of her juices gushing into your maw.

Your sombre thrusts with a single finger shifted to hard strikes into the back of her moist canal with two fingers, more and more of her sweet waters crashing over the shore until the yelping wendigo could take no more.

Thrusting up, your free hand constricted around her throat, pulling her down flatter and making her waist elevate, shambling as you continued your ballet of tongue between her legs. She enraptured your head with a vice-tight squeeze, her climax rolling in, and as it did you pulled back slightly.

Quivering, The blonde beauty raised her head, whimpering softly at the lost of stimuli.

You couldn't resist any longer, and neither could she. Why not indulge the both of you, you thought as your sharp fangs came bare sinking into the flesh of her tightly closed thighs. Three thingers made their ascent into the sensitive back pastures of her garden, sending the southern temptress into oblivion.

Her blood was sweet, her orgasm all the sweeter as you were tethered together in this eternal moment. Souls connected, you felt an overwhelming glee flood your senses, and a warm spurt of semen fill your underwear as Rudy Vulcan shook like an earthquake "Ooooooooooh, yes! yes, baby fuuuck!" She wailed, lost in a sea of desire, freed from her bounds.

Licking and lapping at the small fissures in her ivory skin, you kissed away the droplets of dark red, intoxicated by the smooth flavour.

There she lay, in a pool of her own making, huffing out her afterglow. Crawling up her body, you touched and played with her ice-cold skin, looping finger and thumb around her breasts and her neck "You taste so good."

Opening her magenta eyes, she looked up at you with more than lust in her gaze. Arms wrapped around you and she pulled you down, into a long hug. "Which part?" She coaxed with a tone gentle and creamy, like churned butter.

"Making me choose, would be cruel." You teased. She held you more tightly then, burning her mouth into your neck, absorbing your warmth.

Despite your usual back and forth, Rudy stayed quiet for a moment, basking in your heat until she whispered "Please don't leave me, I... I don't wanna know what life will be like without you. Just tell me one thing before we leave this shitty shed... Tell me that you won't leave, and I'd be yours forever. I swear."

This wasn't the voice of the monster you knew, it was someone else, someone ****, someone human "You don't need to beg, Rudenia. I am here to stay, for as long as you want me. It's time to come out of the cave, you never have to return to that place again, That is a promise."

Rudy pushed your cheeks so she could see the truth in your eyes. She beamed, pushing her forehead into yours and pecking your lips, still slick from her blood.

"I think I am falling for you, Cowboy," she admitted.

"Can I get that in writing or?"

You felt her claws scratch across your back "Aaaah, just kidding!"

"You better be." She cooed, as she kissed you again. "Do you, feel the same?" She prodded.

"I didn't think I would, to be honest, your mania was a little bit much for me. But, the more time I spend with you, the more I see the beauty hidden inside. I adore you, Rudy."

"mmm" She hummed joyfully "Just wait until we get home, I'll give you something to adore. In the meantime, the Vicky girl is waiting, lets's get cleaned up."

"I don't know how we're gonna pull that one off, your jeans are torn and people are gonna realise that this stain on my pants isn't spilt yoghurt."

Sitting up, Rudy pricked her cratered fingers drawing blood and muttering
"Mhalia"

You watched as the droplets slithered up her palm, hardening at each nail into sharply tipped metal claws. "Oh please, listen well and never forget, there is nothing in this world that my runes cannot fix."