Darkness. It was pitch black. Esmerelda could not see her own hand in front of her face. She was exhausted from her tears. Most of the energy she had gained from the vampire had been burned up with her emotions. She was curled up in a small heap on the cold floor, shivering with apprehension and a healthy dose of fear.
Slowly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and the psychic snap in the air let her know that she was being watched. She raised her head and looked up into a pair of glittering emerald eyes. Eyes that burned with anger and a promise of revenge.
Without conscious thought she automatically pressed herself back as if trying to go through the very wall to escape, curling up even tighter.
"I need to feed." He stated simply.
She whimpered slightly and then said softly, "Will you take this off then?"
"The collar stays for now." He responded, almost absentmindedly.
"Then how will you feed?"
"There are other points on your body from which I can feed you know." He said smiling evilly.
Esmerelda frowned at him in confusion, before glancing at her arm and tentatively extending her wrist.
"Not there either, pet," he grinned.
"There is no other pulse point." She whispered to herself softly.
"Do you know how much pain you put me in last night, pet? Restricting my release like that, it wasn't nice, not fair play."
Esmerelda lowered her gaze back to the floor. "I didn't know it would hurt."
He continued as if he had not heard. "I intend to exact my revenge, my pet, I intend to hurt you too."
Esmerelda gulped, "Your going to feed from…" She shuddered and tried to get even further away from him.
"Now, now, pet." He mocked. "It will only hurt for a minute, your blood is potent, I shan't need too much."
She shook her head, nearly choking herself on the collar trying to move further away as he stalked closer.
Suddenly he grabbed her legs, spread her open and sunk his fangs into her pussy.
Esmerelda screamed as pain coursed through her entire body only to refocus as a knifepoint of pain at her clit, which he'd torn.
She screamed, cursed, frantically trying to escape, but in struggling she only succeeded in hurting herself further as his fangs slid deeper and deeper into her most tender flesh.
He withheld the hormone in his fangs that would ease her pain with pleasure, listening intently as her screams of pain dampened into whimpers as her strength was sapped.
Once her whimpers had begun to reduce he finally pulled out his fangs and licked the wound closed. Dropping her unceremoniously on the floor.
He watched as, too weak to scramble, she slowly crawled back to the wall, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering.
She raised her eyes to his as he said her name, before dropping her gaze back down to the floor.
The pain and humiliation in those eyes was clear to see.
He contemplated her for a while before ordering her to stand, watching as it took two attempts; maybe he had taken slightly too much blood.
"You need energy." He stated simply.
She looked up at him again, wondering if she was strong enough to kill him. Wondering if she was clever enough to trick him into giving her more power than she actually needed.
"Don't try it pet." He said softly, "I know what to expect now, I can give you as much or as little power as I wish." He ran his hand down the curve of her breast and watched the arousal war with the fear and humiliation in her eyes.
As he pressed his other hand over her clit and exerted a firm constant pressure the arousal won out and she let out a tiny moan.
Slowly he began to rotate his thumb in tiny circles, building up a deliciously slow friction. Her body moved in time with his, grinding herself into his palm. Her instinct had taken over, her eyes closed and she let out another, louder moan.
The blood was rushing down her body into her most sensitive areas as the bud he rubbed gradually grew. One long finger dipped casually into her and came out glistening with her juices.
He began slowly pushing his finger in and out of her entrance, keeping up the movement on her clit. Quite suddenly he drove his finger decisively into her and she gasped with sensation, but he withdrew his hand from her completely. Her moan this time was one of frustrated desire.
He stared at her for a minute before slowly placing his finger back in and feeling round. His finger came back into contact with her hymen and he pulled out, frowning, it was not possible, he himself had sampled her insides last night, how could she be a virgin all over again?
"What breed of succubus are you?" he asked quietly.
"A hinuae," she said softly.
"They do not become born again virgins." He said quietly, "Do not lie to me."
He watched as she flushed slightly and dropped her eyes to the floor before she mumbled an answer so soft only his vampiric hearing enabled him to catch it.
"I'm a halfling,"
"And your other half is?"
Her voice dropped even lower, "A witch"
Well that explained a lot, mainly, why her blood was so potent for him to drink. A succubus has some forms of magic running through their veins, which makes their blood richer, but a witch was basically full of magic. Her genetic composition had allowed a combination of the powers, which made her blood magic content extremely high.
"And the reason you healed?" he prompted, referring back to her healed hymen.
"I have not killed." She said simply. "You were my initiation, and I failed it the minute I let you free. It is the first true killing of a being which marks a succubus as a fully fledged adult, because I did not kill you, I will remain a virgin until I do."
