Chapter Eight
Dulce
Me Quiero Ir – Lusillón
I lean back as theymove in front of me. My body swelters as goosebumps and sweat lick my skin. All the while my eyes wander across two women, beautiful as ever, moving slowly in the center of the room in front of me. They invited me to sit in on their scene.
Cecilia and Loz. Cece, as she called herself, is an Elae. They live in a place called Solera, where there’s sun all year round. Her eyes are orange, bright like the end of a burning candle. She has an almost seaweed-like layer of skin on top of her body. It covers her arms, legs, and almost appears like an extension of her, but bright red against her soft orange skin.
Whereas Loz is a Succubus, hot pink, with horns atop her head. They’re short and pointed, like she filed them that way to appear more menacing. Her eyes glow as if there’s a pink fire burning behind them, and she has a tail. It’s long and red, with a barbed end. I’ve heard Succubi use their tails as if they’re extensions of their sexes. That their tails have tons of sensors for them to use for their partners and their own pleasure.
The leathery outfit Loz sports reminds me of a glove. It’s almost suctioned to her skin, showing every curve and dip. Her heels are tall and pointy, black with little bats on them, and there’s a part of me that wants to have her step on me to see how it feels to exist beneath a queen.
Undressed, Cece whimpers as Loz wears only a corseted top and fishnets, holding Cece’s collar. From the waist down, Loz’s bare and hovering over her playmate.
“Please, Mistress,” Cece cries as Loz waits for the perfect moment. Her pussy hovers so close to Cece’s mouth, the biggest tease for a starving person. And the naughty bottom flicks her tongue out, risking a taste.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Loz tsks, her eyebrows narrowing in disappointment. “My little doe will wait to be fed.” Loz reaches back between Cece’s spread legs and slaps her clit.
Arching upward, Cece cries out, but the wobble to her lip isn’t the only thing quivering. Her entire body shudders as slick leaks from between her thighs, and her Mistress smiles with pride.
“I’ll be good. Please. I’m so hungry, Lozzy,” she begs, and the way her needy voice is merely breaths and sighs tells me how much she’s enjoying this.
“It’s Mistress, doe. Don’t make me punish you.”
“Understood, M-Mistress,” Cece stammers, her eyes glossy with affection.
I want to touch myself, and get myself off, but even I have rules. While Vex is my playmate in many ways, we have an agreement that succeeds in normal situations.
They ask for my pleasure privately, away from eyes including their own, and I keep my word.
But only while here.
Part of me hopes they have this rule because they can’t keep their hands off me, but the other part wonders if it’s just another part of our power exchange.
“Are you going to be a good doe? Those pretty little eyes haven’t left my cunt. It’s dripping for you, waiting for you to behave so you can clean it up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She jerkily moves her head up and down, her lips pursing with a pout. “Yes, Mistress.”
A little simper escapes Loz, her hips wiggling as she teases her mate. “You’ll wait here for thirty seconds without licking up my cum, and when it drips down your lips, you won’t clean it. Understand?” She nods, and the Mistress doesn’t like that. “Words.”
“Yes, Mistress. Anything for you, Mistress.”
“Good, little doe.”
I watch in anticipation, my own body humming in tune with my heart. My clit throbs, an ache building inside me while I wait with the submissive beneath her.
Heat touches my cheeks, and I want nothing more than to kneel where the sub is and lick her clean. I imagine laving at her clit, wanting to suck it into my mouth and worship it.
A shudder racks my frame as my mind travels to the women at a standstill, and when a little beeper goes off, the submissive’s eyes widen in anticipation.
Loz lowers her pussy, pressing against Cece. “Eat.” Cece moans so loudly, I’d believe she’s coming. Her entire body shakes as she grabs the hips of her Mistress, making happy little noises.
“Clean your whole plate, doe. Don’t leave anything behind,” she directs, her body rocking on top of her sub. She moans, and shivers rush across me. I want that power that makes the top a mess above me.
The throbbing in my clit becomes more rampant, and I know I need release. Knowing Vex and their rules with me, I decide to play it safe and escape. I know they told me to come down here and think about things. But that embarrassed me—made me realize that maybe they don’t feel how I feel, like they’re a part of me. Like they’re mine. Maybe I’ll go home and rub one out before they notice.
No, they wouldn’t like that. They’d punish me.
How would they know?
They would know.
Standing and rushing from the room, the heat caused by my movements makes the aching worse. Shit. I didn’t expect this.
Touching my collar, my fingers play at the necklace, hoping Vex can feel me. They enchanted my pendant for them and them alone.
It portals to them, or if they need to find me, it helps them sense my overall well-being.
“You seem flushed, dove,” Vex whispers near my nape, surprising me. Letting out a little yelp, I place a hand over my heart. My entire body tenses as anticipation floods through me.
“I-I,” I whimper over my words, feeling high and incoherent.
“You’re what?” Their lips brush against my ear. “Needy?” Their raspy taunting rushes through me, their body flush against mine. “Desperate...” They trail off, leaving a chaste kiss on my throat. “Starved.” The last word is nearly a hiss, like not touching me and giving me exactly what I need hurts them. When I turn, their eyes are a violent shade of purple, almost glowing with anticipation and promise.
I’ve never met a more all-consuming creature than Vex. The way their posh voice says “little dove” is forever ingrained into my mind. They’re a soft lavender color, dark hair in shambles atop their head right now. They have a scar on the right side of their mouth like someone took a knife straight down it. And their body? Covered in tattoos. Some symbols, some in a long-lost language, and others I haven’t braved to ask about.
Their fangs protrude when they’re smirking, but the most attractive part about them is the way they live freely and without a care. Sometimes I wish I could be like that and not the workaholic who can’t stop trying to escape from my twin’s shadow.
I love Dionysus more than anyone in the world, but I just wish I could be known as Dulce and not simply Di’s twin.
Their teeth drag across my shoulder, forcing my attention on them and leaving a little nip. Tonight, they don a suit. It’s smooth, almost like suede but definitely something softer. It molds to their frame, lean and fit, and no part of me wants to look away from them.
“Bite me,” I frantically whisper, the words leaving my lips as softly as they trace my throat. My heart races with a desperation I can’t quite place, hammering like it’s out of tune and seeking its beat.
They grip my wrist, guiding me to our room. While they are free to be with whomever they please, this place is ours. This entire establishment might be theirs, but this room, it’s ours.
Tenderly, they kiss my collar once we’re in the closed room. Their hands cup my jaw, holding me in place. I’ve never felt an easier pull than when I’m succumbing to their every need.
A little pinch brings me back to the present, to their fierce gaze, and desire melts as black pools in their eyes.
On their bed is a little sunflower, almost like the little gift I found after my swim the other day. Soft petals and bright beacons of light. My heart races, thinking it’s from Vex, not knowing if it’s somehow a gesture.
Vex’s teeth nip at my lip, forcing my attention to only them. The importance of their teeth and my throat eventually meeting seems inevitable. We’ve done this little dance over and over. I give them blood to sustain their life, and they give me a release that nothing anyone else could ever offer would suffice.
Their lips dance across my pulse points, a slow and seductive cadence, making sure their fangs drag slowly down my throat, enticing me further.
It’s a pinch, like they’re barely not breaking the surface, but the way their chest heaves tells me they feel this too. This draw... a pull that’s not quite explainable. It makes no sense how my entire body calls to them.
We’ve avoided it for so long.
Well, they have. The distance built between us is on their end and not my own. I’m a tidal wave, and they’re the building barely being touched away from the shore, built on too high of a surface to ever be reached.
“Please, bite me,” I beg once more, feeling my entire body vibrating with desperation. It’s barely more than a whimper, breathless and nearly subconscious as if my body knows what I’m predestined to do.
After all, they’re a predator, and I’ll always be their prey.
They tease me, treading shallow waters where we forget who we are.
They’re a Saephyn, and I’m a Cupid. Our paths should’ve never crossed.
Yet, at Vex’s, our labels never mattered.
They never bite me there, not even close to it. My wrist, my shoulder, and occasionally, my hips, but never somewhere that could force a bond. One we both know they’re not ready for.
I would do it though, in a heartbeat. They’re mine. I just know it.
We do this dance of temptation and respect, but we never quite discuss where or if it’ll ever go anywhere more. We’re only attached by admiration and trust, and if they want me to go, I’ll cry and be heartbroken, but I would respect their decision.
They don’t drink from anyone but me, and I’m not sure why. Unless it’s too intimate, but that doesn’t stop the thrill and desperation thriving beneath my skin for it.
“My little dove is greedy tonight,” they chastise, licking the pulse point at my throat. When they pull back, the soft lighting hits them.
Their eyes are rimmed with crimson. Hunger. They’re starving.
“Vex,” I gasp, pressing my palm to their cheek. They close their eyes at the touch momentarily before shaking it from their face. “You need to eat.”
“Nothing sexier than a feeding,” they grunt, rolling their eyes.
“You know it’s never bothered me,” I argue, thinking of them biting me and clenching my thighs as more heat floods my veins. “If anything, it turns me on to be at your mercy.”
They growl at me, their eyes dilating to pure pits of black. “On the bed.”
I don’t question their demand, knowing they change their mind quickly. Right now, they’re giving in to whatever usually holds them back.
Stepping backward, I hit the soft material of the bed before leaning back and scooting. Vex’s eyes don’t leave mine as they trail after me. The intense way their gaze doesn’t falter has anticipation crawling across my skin like feathers teasing each breath.
Once I hit the pillows, I stop. Crawling over me, they lean down. Their lips tease my throat, and then they nip at my ear.
“Oh, little dove. You should’ve stayed home tonight.”
“I’m not scared of you, Vex Asher,” I whisper. They fully freeze, their body almost stone. Letting out a long sigh, they kiss the curve of my jaw.
“You should be, especially tonight.”
“What’s tonight?” I prod, wondering what makes this day of all days special.
“It’s a blood moon.”
“Bloodlust?” I recognize the meaning behind the moon instantly. “What does—”
“Means that I’ll go into a frenzy, dove. I’ll need to feast, and fuck, and fuck some more.”
“I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” I say aloud, thinking of how we’ve never once fucked before.
“We don’t—” they start and stop, cupping my jaw almost reverently. “I’ve never crossed a sexual boundary with a sub. Especially not with one I care deeply about.”
I try not to let that bother me. We’re friends. Friends who kiss and share blood, and... “What if you give in?”
They shift my face, forcing us eye to eye. “If I fuck you, dove, there’s no going back. If I sink inside your cunt and bite you while doing it, that’s it. Nothing is stopping me from claiming you and making you mine. Fuck the rules. I want you too much to walk away.”
I take a breath, wondering where the bad part of that entire scenario is. Part of me craves that, and even as I stare hopelessly into their hungry gaze, I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth.
“Petal,” I whisper. The word indicating our scene has started, the one where we know it’s safe, it’s okay, it’s acceptance.
They let out a monstrous noise as if they’ve forced themselves back all this time and I’ve just tripped the sensor wire. I lay back, waiting for their guidance.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” they admit with a groan, nipping my bare hips. They’ve always loved them. They’re wide and thick, with no space between my thighs. Vex never ceases to grip them, squish them with fervor before biting into them as if they’re precious.
I’ve always imagined Vex between them, struggling for air as they devour me whole. Their eyes meet mine as if they hear my thoughts.
A sharp pain hits me as their fangs elongate and sink into my thigh. I let out a shrill scream as pleasure consumes me. My clit throbbed before, but now it’s a live wire, zinging in the air from electric currents going awry.
They groan as they consume my blood, and my body shudders in response. They can choose if I feel pain or pleasure, but they’ve always chosen pleasure unless I beg otherwise.
I’ve learned my kinks are simple, but sure. Masochism is my most potent, almost one that’s necessary for me to get off. That’s our agreement. I give them blood, and they bring me release through pain.
It’s not usually sexual. We have a connection unlike anything I’ve experienced, but we’ve never crossed that line.
Not until now.