Feeding Reggie

[Reggie]

When I entered the living room, I saw the Vasili stand and smile at me. He walked over and patted my shoulder in a friendly way. I noticed how he was looking at my body. Maybe I was wrong about the dress being fine.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, distractedly. 

“Yes, thank you. I can’t remember the last time I got to sleep in a bed. And the soaps in the bathroom were lovely.” I smiled.

“Good to hear. It’s nice to see you all cleaned up and smelling better. If Veles hadn’t told me you were a concubus, I wouldn’t have known from the scent.” He laughed. “Did Ford feed you?”

“He offered, but I don’t think feeding me warrants a king. I’ll be fine with whatever Gail can find for me.” I said, ducking my head.

“We talked to Serena and Landry. They think you do need to feed on powerful people. All of the rulers are available to you, after Aria finishes healing from having the baby. We have a selection of alphas, both male and female, as well. We should see about feeding you before lunch. Oh! Let me introduce you to my mates. This is Poppy and this is Drayce.” He told me.

I shook their hands as they approached. Drayce’s golden eyes were on my hips. Poppy watched how the Vasili and Drayce were looking at me. She seemed jealous. She was gorgeous as hell, so I didn’t know why, but the attention they were giving me was making her angry.

“Maybe we should look at men’s clothes for you. We don’t have many things in your… size.” Poppy made a motion with her hands.

“Poppy. Don’t be rude. That dress fits fine.” A girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and an amazing figure, scolded as she came in from the kitchen. “I’m Serena, the Luna of the Helvegr.”

“Reggie. The fat demon.” I snickered.

“Conric says you aren’t allowed to call yourself fat. He says you’re beautifully plump.” Ford said with a slight blush. “He would also prefer if you called him by his name.”

“Oh. I didn’t know it. Sorry.” I winked.

“Let me check your temperature, Reggie. We have to keep an eye on your blood sickness.” Serena said as she came up and put her hand on my head. “You haven’t fed. You need to. Your fever is going to spike if you don’t. Who’s up for it?”

“I’ll do it.” Drayce smiled.

He took my hand and started guiding me back out of the living room. I was a little shocked. He was tall with green-gold hair, and a handsome, jock next door sort of smile. I didn’t think he would want someone like me.

“I offered first, I should feed her.” Ford insisted.

They looked at each other over my head. I had no idea what was going on. I hadn’t known either of them long enough for them to fight over me. I was super confused.

“It’s the pheromone. As your temperature goes up, you’ll start exuding a stronger pheromone. It’s your body trying to heal itself by drawing in partners.” Serena explained.

That was a relief to me as much as to anyone. I didn’t want to cause problems in the movement. Everyone needed to be safe and healthy.

“I’ll take care of this one. You have the next.” Drayce grinned, pulled me out of the room, and down the hall to the Vasili’s suite.

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[Drayce]

I pulled Reggie into the room and closed the door behind us. I was a little excited. Normally, I liked the lithe, statuesque women like Poppy. The pheromone was making me think of all the ways I wanted to touch the curvy little concubus.

“Is there a way you like to start?” I asked.

Poppy told me a lot of demons liked to start feedings a certain way that was different from a romantic interaction. Some used traditional moves to flavor the interaction to their taste in desire. I wanted to make sure it was a good feeding for her.

“I… don’t really know. To be honest, I had an incident a while ago and I don’t remember a lot. So, I’m kinda nervous. We can do whatever you’d like.” She said softly.

“What kind of incident?” I asked with concern.

“I can tell everyone later. Let’s just get this feeding out of the way.” Reggie sighed.

She had a point. I moved closer and traced a finger along her exposed collarbone. I slipped the straps of the dress off her shoulders and worked to slide it over her curves and to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. I shouldn’t have been surprised, we rarely stocked underclothes.

Reggie pulled at the bottom of my t-shirt and I bent down so she could pull it off. She ran her small hands over the bulges of my pecs, over my abs, and started unbuckling my belt. I thrilled at her touch. It was never like this with Poppy, not even the first time.

Once I was naked, Reggie stared. I was a little embarrassed. All of my hair was green and gold. Anders loved it. Poppy said she did, too. It had become less bothersome since it changed, but I missed my old hair color.

She nibbled her lip and scanned over my body before coming to a decision. Kneeling before me, she stroked my length with one hand while the other explored the textured pouch beneath. Her hands were soft and her skin was velvety in a way I’d never felt before.

“Oh, goddess, Reggie. Your hands are so soft.” I groaned.

She smiled and took me into her mouth, continuing to stroke and manipulate me. I laced my hands into her silky hair as she teased at me with her tongue and teeth. Her eyes closed as she worked her mouth on me. It felt amazing.

“Would you take me bent over that chair?” She asked, pulling back.

“Yes, anything you want, sweetheart.” I replied.

I helped her stand and took her to the low-backed chair she’d indicated. I moved behind her as she braced herself against the seat of the chair. I tapped myself against her clit and rubbed my tip along the damp folds presented to me. With careful pressure, I continued the pattern of rubbing my head against her clit, then returning to get it wet again until she was crying out for me.

With a groan, I pushed into her tight, hot opening. I paused to let myself adjust. She panted and moaned, moving her hips around. I smacked her butt.

“Hold still.” I commanded. “We start when I say so.”

She whimpered and nodded. I was never this dominant before, never hit anyone when being intimate. I loved the sound and feeling of it.

When I’d gotten myself under control, I started shoving in and out while gripping her hips tightly. I’d never felt the urge to be so rough with anyone, but she was squealing and squeaking her approval. I liked the sounds she made whenever I delivered a slap to her plump bottom.

I could feel myself getting close. The way her body squeezed mine was powerful, like it needed me and wouldn’t let go until it got what it wanted. My body responded by pounding harder into her, pushing through the grasping muscles of her orgasms as her legs shook against the back of the chair.

I pulled out, grabbed her, and jerked her onto the floor facing me. Reggie only had a few moments to understand what was happening before I started tapping my tip against her lips, pushing in as soon as she began opening her mouth. I wrapped my hands in her hair and used it to instruct her rhythm while I shoved myself down her throat.

Reggie gagged briefly before finding a breathing pattern that worked and relaxing her throat to take me. She reached around and sunk her fingernails into my butt, moaning around the thick meat in her throat as I brutally hammered it.

I tensed. The vibration of her moans pushed me over the edge and I came in a flood. It seemed never-ending as I held myself firmly in her, forcing every drop out. I unwound my hands from her hair and pulled back, panting.

That was amazing…. What had I done?

Dropping to my knees, I pulled her into my arms and held her tight. Nothing had prepared me for the urges and feelings that had come out while I was in her. Now, I was a little ashamed of what I’d done.

“Are you okay, Reggie? Did I hurt you?” I asked, gently.

“Please, don’t worry. I liked it. Thank you.” She whispered as she kissed my neck. “Are you okay, though?”

“I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never done that before.” I sighed.

“It’s probably the pheromone. Please, don’t be upset. Let’s get dressed and eat lunch. You’ll feel better.” Reggie pushed herself out of my hold and went to put on her dress.

I followed her, dressing and adjusting myself in silence. Reggie saw the concerned look on my face. I couldn’t help it. That wasn’t me just then. I froze as she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me.

“That was an amazing feeding, Drayce. I’m not hurt, or scared, or upset. I understand if you’re feeling any of those. That may have been an underlying urge. Some little thing you’ve thought of from time to time. Something that made you feel weird when you did think of it. No one has to know. Okay?” She told me, rocking me a little as we stood in the room.

“Thank you. I’ll be fine. Just have to process. Your mouth is incredible. I’d like to feed you again sometime, if it’s okay.” I replied.

“I’d like that. Come on. I’m starving in the conventional way as well.” She giggled.

We made our way to the dining room. And I went to sit with Anders. I couldn’t really look at Reggie. I knew I’d get over it, but it would take a little while.