"Tony," I said, looking deeply into his eyes. "Thank you."He held out his arm, wrist up. Under much pressure I tried thinking ... food ... food, blood ... drop teeth. But within my mouth were only my normal teeth. Pressure. It was just too much pressure. I began to panic."Smell the blood beneath my skin ..." Tony's voice floated in my head. This was so embarrassing …I placed my lips against his wrist, and the scent of him wrapped around me. I had taken his blood once before, and my body recognized him as food. My teeth lowered sluggishly, but they lowered. Behind me I felt Paul sigh in relief.Mimicking Tony's move, I allowed my teeth to scratch and break his skin lightly. Tony watched me intently as I enclosed the wound with my lips. My tongue briefly lapped at the salty liquid—and I wanted more. I felt him brace himself, and that slight move caused me to lower his wrist reluctantly. Tony's eyes were tinged in gold now. I felt the goose pimples rise on my arms, and to my ho

What she did was quite delicate. Her lips were light on my neck. The bite was swift and painless. I couldn't remember how the actual bite had felt with Tige, but what I did remember is the emotion that came with being bitten. I almost swooned. The pleasure that washed over me was instantaneous. I felt Kaniji suckling gently, and the sensation made me tighten down low in a way that I had never experienced with a woman. Behind this wave of pleasure, though, was a wave of panic far back in my mind.Kaniji placed her hand gently on my waist, the other on my shoulder, and she pressed her body against me.My body reacted to the touch. I wanted her to bite harder ..."Careful," Tony thought. "She is using the bite to seduce you." "I know, but it feels so good ..."Paul was thinking at me. "You like the way it feels, don't you?""Oh yes." My thoughts were becoming more distant. I could feel the pulse beating between my thighs …"Then remind her how we humans do it," Paul thought. "Tell

I felt a slight tugging but for the most part we moved swiftly, the world seeming to flash around us. He was much better at this then I was.When we stopped, we were standing in a vast room. The floor appeared to be marble, and the ceilings were two stories high. It gave the impression that we were in some great cathedral. Torches gave a warm and bright feel to an otherwise cold room.The furnishings consisted of a huge four-poster bed cloaked on four sides by a rich red brocade and velvet cloth. Gold cords held the material back to expose a bed piled high with pillows.Next to the bed was a table that held a challis, an old book, and a jeweled box.Overly ornate chairs dotted the large room in pairs of two separated by small round or square tables or chaise lounges.Rugs of all sizes, shapes and colors covered the beautiful floor.I admired the richness of this place. "This is where you live?""One of my homes." The sound of his voice made me feel tingly all over. Was he making

"O-kay." I felt a slight tugging on my nipple and gasped, staring down at myself. No, it wasn't like a tugging. It was coming from within, as if my cells had constricted to cause a tightening there.My eyes grew wide, and I braced on the couch as the sensation caused my pussy to tighten. The sensation moved from one nipple to the other and then both. I groaned. Oh damn. I looked at him desperately as my need returned. A slow stroking sensation traveled down my belly. I kept staring down at myself trying to see the fingers that had to be making the sensation, but I could see nothing. I squeezed my knees together, but it did absolutely nothing to stop the stroking sensation from slipping between my clenched thighs and gently but insistently manipulating my sensitized flesh.I then experienced a new sensation. Something heavy and thick slipped into me like an invisible cock. I gaped and clenched my thighs together. I was about to speak when the sensation began a slow sensuous in and

I touched his chin with my finger.His eyes popped open. He came up on his elbows."You're back," he said when he saw me. "I fell asleep." His brow crinkled in concern. "Are you okay? I was worried."I was going to tell him that I was okay. I was going to tell him that I was sorry. I was going to say thank you for having my back and thank you for the money. I was going to say a lot of things, but in the end I buried my face against his shoulder in shame."I left you, Paul. I can't believe I did that. I didn't protect you. I was so busy trying to get laid. I should have never left you."Paul put his arms around me. "It's okay." He hugged me. "Um ... get laid?"I looked up at him. "No, I didn't." Not exactly.He stroked my hair and looked at me for a long time. "Even if you had, it's just the blood. It's not you. I do get that."It was just the blood. He was right. This was only the succubae in me, but it wasn't me. I smiled. "You are just so cool. You do mean it? You're not just