Like Blood for Coffee Pt. 03

The nights without Noth dragged by. Two at a time. Then three. When Eiri went five days without seeing her even in the fishbowl office at work, he knew it was over. She was married and gone.

The pain didn't hit him at first. He was grateful to have his nights back - he could sleep, go to dinner with his teammates, even enjoy some of Seattle's nightlife. All of it had a positive impact on his work performance: he made friends, could focus on his work, met his third quarter goals. His visa was renewed and his manager talked about promotions on the horizon in Q4.

What hurt was not being able to tell Noth about it. He liked the nights they sat up talking about history and art and all the things that interested him. He thought she might be proud of his accomplishments, or at least have some thoughts about how to negotiate terms of the promotion. But he couldn't even contact her. Her work email bounced, she'd never given him her number, and he hardly saw any of the other Ipomoea family or staff around the office.

He also missed the sex.

It gnawed at him, especially knowing he could be having it without her. Eiri found himself the subject of long gazes and flirty giggles nearly everywhere he went in daylight. Christy still texted him at least three times a week, asking him to come out. Even his manager, an elf named Deedella, sometimes flipped her white, silky hair at him while they walked the sunshine-filled campus during their weekly one-on-ones.

He enjoyed the attention, but he missed his vampire. Bound and beautiful underneath him, the fangs peaking above her gag, her cheeks blushing furiously under her blindfold. Totally unlike any woman he'd known. At night, he remembered her, touching himself. Thinking of the time he first burned her with the candle wax. Thinking of her on her knees in the dress boutique.

He stole the ribbon from the dress, still stiff in places with her cum. Their last night together, while she was tied up with rope to her headboard, he'd pulled it out of her nightstand full of her dirty little toys. Hid it in his clothes, carried it home. Sometimes at night, he tool the silky strap out of its hiding place. Pressed it to his face, trying to pick up the salty smell of her sex. Winding it around his cock while he played with himself. Staining it with more cum in the place where it tormented her most.

It would never be like that again, Eiri thought. Whatever woman he had next might not even like to have her hair touched, let alone pulled or brushed. It made him shy, anxious.

So when his manager flipped her hair at him again and ran a fingertip along the back of his hand while she leaned over his shoulder to review his designs, he jumped a little. Pulled back.

"I'm sorry," Eiri said. "I try not to get involved with coworkers."

Deedella the elf smiled back and said, "That won't get you very far, here! Humans have their good looks for only so long... My advice - use them now and get ahead in your career. Then, when you get old and ugly, you'll be so high up the ladder they can't bring themselves to fire you!"

She giggled and Eiri smiled along with her, hoping it was a joke. But she reached out and put a long-fingered hand on his chest, her touch warm and firm through the cotton tunic. He stopped smiling. It wasn't a joke.

"The summer picnic is tomorrow," Deedella told him, her voice lilting, a current of tension running beneath it. "Maybe you could sit with me?"

It was the first time he really looked at her. She was tall and willowy like the Clan Air elves, but her skin was darker, like his and she had no markings besides a smattering of freckles on her apple-like cheeks - a lesser Clan Earth elf. White-blonde hair and sandy brown eyes. Nothing like the chilly dark beauty he was used to. Her friendly invitation to a picnic totally different from Noth's command to come home with her.

Like night and day, Eiri thought. I'll give day a chance.

Starbucks held company picnics once a quarter in a grassy lawn at the center of its sprawling campus. For summertime, the event was set in the late afternoon - assistants and contract workers scurrying about with decorations that caught and reflected the setting sun in yellow-orange glints across the grass. Logs for a bonfire stacked at the center. Employees and their families brought blankets to spread out while Starbucks circulated among them with trays of iced coffees and savory mushroom skewers. Singers and jugglers roamed along behind them, entertaining. By the time the sun set, the bonfire blazed and dancers ringed it, jumping and swaying.

Eiri and his date sprawled out directly on the grass, warm with the summer sun, and talked until twilight folded over the skyline. They laid on their backs and watched the stars come out, a silvery full moon rising in their sparkling midst. The air was warm and fragrant with the scent of jasmine and the exotic plants only the elves knew how to grow, just a hint of the bonfire smoke spicing it.

He could be happy staying here, Eiri thought. Now that Hall wasn't on his team and he had the hang of navigating workplace politics, he saw the future his mother wanted for him within reach. If that were the case, sooner or later, he would have to move on from Noth. Maybe find a nice local girl to settle down with and start a family.

Eiri was still thinking that when Deedella slid her hand across his chest, her fingers slipping just inside the deep V of the tunic to caress his skin.

"It's beautiful tonight," she murmured. Her voice was shy, breathy. But the fingers that touched him were smooth and firm. "I could stay up all night, looking at that moon..."

Her hand was moving, hovering just above his abs. Waiting for his permission to drift lower. Eiri didn't know if it was the warm night air, the thrill of her unfamiliar touch, or his grief that drove him to turn toward her. But he found his neck twisting, craning. And then her lips brushing his, the gentlest of kisses.

The hand slid lower.

Eiri expected a learning curve. No two women he'd kissed were ever alike; some liked it soft and wet, others preferred shorter kisses with closed lips to start. And then there was Noth - an unknowable force nursing secret shameful delights he couldn't even imagine until he made her say them aloud. He played it safe, letting Deedella do all the work.

She kissed lightly, no tongue. But that hand roving over him was firm and insistent, like the branch of a small tree resisting the wind, running down his flesh without bending to his contours. He inhaled through his nose, breathing in the scent of her - flowers and grass, an earthy tang. Against his will, his mouth opened, and she delved into this with a maddening languor, swishing her hair around him as she moved her head to hover over his face, the soft tip of her tongue just grazing the moist inside of his lower lip.

Her hand came to rest across the tops of his thighs, the base of her palm pressed against the soft mound of his sex, crammed into the leggings. He felt himself stirring against the heavy feeling.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he took in the scene. No one sat nearer to them than ten feet. Most of the families with young children had already gone home for the day. And those that stayed behind were like them - clustered together in groups of two or three. Touching.

"It's the full moon," Deedella whispered against his lips. "Can you feel it? The Goddess shines down on her children, blessing us with clarity to see what's right in front of us."

Through the curtain of her hair, he could see the moon, shining directly down onto the courtyard, full and bright. He wondered if that was how Fulbright got its name.

"My mother told me a rabbit lives on the moon, making mochi." It was all he could think of to say. She was his superior, and her hand was on his dick. What could he say about the moon that would make her make him cum?

She giggled and he felt her hand tremble with the vibration of it.

"That's so silly! You're so funny, Eiri..." She kissed him again, and then laid back down beside him, her chin tucked to his shoulder, her leg edging over his hip. Hand moving at the laces of his leggings. "Look at up at the moon - get lost in its radiance. See if you can feel Her touch..."

He looked. It was round and scarred - dark patches where satellites crashed into its surface just after the Collapse. Lighter ones where ancient meteors broke its skin. A cold rock in the orbit of the Earth, desolate and alone.

Not sexy, he thought. Try to stay hard!

She clearly wanted him to respond to her, drawing his half-hard length out of the leggings, the warm night air tickling the hair at the base of his shaft. He glanced around again at the courtyard - would somebody see them?

She sensed his anxiety. "Sh... sh... Now is the time for Her children to come together with her blessing... Can't you feel the moon tides in your blood, Eiri?"

Her fingers lightly squeezed along his shaft, inching its length completely free of the clothes her people mandated him to wear. She tickled and tapped, the very tips of those firm fingers sending little ripples of heat through his balls.

"I can feel... something..." He thought he saw pale skin in the dark around him. Humans having their shirts pulled off, elves fondling them under the open night sky. The usual after-hours lighting was dimmed, he realized. They planned this.

Deedella whispered in his ear, her lips brushing the sensitive helix, sending chills down his spin. His cock surged in her hand, filling. "Feel Her touch... feel it. Hold on to it..."

He looked up at the moon, looked at its shape. Round and pale. Full. He tried to focus on that while his manager jacked him off at the company picnic, there on the grass with his coworkers all around him. The anxiety and the shame added spice to his blood and he felt himself growing harder, needier under her ministrations. A small sound escaped his throat.

"Good," she whispered. "That's good... Offer yourself to the Goddess, Eiri. Give yourself to Her."

Shut up, he thought, trying to concentrate. Trying to make himself cum so he could get up and go home and shower. The grass was itching his back, and he had no idea what she was talking about with moons and Goddesses - although there had been something in his orientation packet about religious services available on campus.

He would have reached for his dick to help her stroke it into obedience, but he was afraid to move, lest she take it as an invitation to do more than just this. Her stroking was so slow - almost painful, the palm rolling down to the base of it, lingering until he felt his tip would wilt, and then slowly pulling back up, pointing him toward the sky.

The tension built along his shaft. He could hear her skin chafing against it, a soft, long noise not quite as lewd as the fapping he made with his own hand. He squirmed his hips trying to urge her on without touching her.

Come on, come on, he thought. He glanced down and saw a tiny pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip, shining like the moon.

"That's good," she whispered. "It's beautiful... you're so beautiful..."

She kissed his ear, the tip of her tongue tracing it, leaving a thin crescent of moisture that sent a shiver down his spine. He glanced up at the moon again. Pictured the pale round fullness of Noth's breasts, a pink puckered nipple at the very center of the white expanse. Peaking just above a lacy black bra. A red stripe above it from his belt.

"Oh God!" he cried, cumming on his own stomach. Dizzy, spent, he looked at his manager. She smiled, and wiped up his cum with her hands.

"I'm going to put this in your weekly report," she giggled.

I gotta stop fooling around with superiors, he told himself.

...

But he didn't stop. His manager drew him aside at work to quiet corners, to shadowy stairwells, off into far corners of the grassy meadow in the courtyard and breathlessly fondled him. He let her, standing back, amazed as she pulled at his clothes, reaching through the arm holes of his tunic to touch his chest. Her long, firm fingers unlacing his leggings, cupping the swell of his manhood.

He never touched her, afraid at first. She was an elf, less human even than a vampire, and he wasn't sure how to please her. Worse, she was his direct supervisor - he didn't want to so much as muss her hair while she played with him, lest she block his promotion.

It was hard not to grab her, though, when she tickled and teased him - to crush her to him and feel her high, firm tits mashed against his chest. Her strangeness intoxicated him, her elusiveness enchanted him. She had the most fascinating aroma: musk and wood, and something warm and spicy he couldn't quite place. Those eyes, the color of caramelized sugar bubbling in glass, always shining and promising sweetness. And that white silky hair grazed his face when she kissed him with her soft, eager lips. It drove him wild.

At night, alone and touching himself, he tried to imagine her naked. The shape of her nipples, the color of the hair between her legs. He could never finish without supplementing his fantasies with memories of Noth - her marble white skin slick with sweat, her open mouth panting. Her round, red buttocks quivering under his hand. His late night imaginations made him all the more willing to go aside with Deedella in daylight. Especially when he started fantasizing about the two of them together - Noth tied up underneath him while Deedella cupped his balls and urged him into her with her breathy whispers and her teasing fingers, touching him in dirty places.

The heat of high summer engulfed Seattle, swallowing the Starbucks campus in hazy, humid days. Human employees were required to wear gloves at all times now to prevent their sweaty hands from leaving prints on doors or screens. Mercifully, they permitted humans to shed their leggings and provided an extra long version of the regular tunic. Eiri held out against the switch as long as he could - the new tunic only came halfway down his thighs! - but the heat tormented him. His sweaty nights tugging his cock while he fantasized about fucking his bosses exacerbating his fatigue.

Finally, he broke, and left the leggings at home. And now Deedella made it a habit of going to her knees when they found a quiet spot on their syncs, to reach up under the hem of the long tunic and draw him out to kiss his hardening length. Her lips were petal-soft and full, enfolding his glans with an airiness that drove him wild. He fought to keep still as she suckled him, to bite back his starled cry as her fingers tickled his balls, reached behind them to touch the sensitive place where the crack of his ass began. Another inch beyond, and she'd fulfill one of his most secret, shameful fantasies.

The moment before he came, he lost control. Seizing her by the hair to force her mouth down his shaft, picturing Noth writhing underneath him. She seemed to melt under his fingers, sliding away, his quivering cock falling unfinished from the elusive mouth.

"I don't like that!" she said. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, standing, his seed spilling from her mouth. "It's too dirty - ugh!"

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered. Panic swelled in his chest. She was offended. And she was his boss...!

She giggled, looking at his rigid cock. She reached out with her fingers and flicked the tip of it, hard. He flinched away, sensitive, softening. He started to pull down the hem of his tunic, trying to hide his erection while it dissipated. He was surprised to see her pursing her lips at him, pouting.

"Don't be sad," she said. "We can try again later. Maybe after we get dinner this weekend?"

Eiri's heart hammered in his chest, mingled frustration and anxiety. He should turn her down, he thought. Break out of this before it went too far. But... he was lonely. She was beautiful. And she wanted to go out - on a date. Something a vampire never offered him before.

Reckless, he accepted.

What's wrong with me, he wondered later, lying alone looking up at the ceiling of his apartment. He felt sick with guilt, thinking of Noth - of holding her in her shower after her illness.That time she hugged him in her kitchen. The ramen, her terrible, awkward Japanese. He didn't touch himself. Instead, tears came to his eyes, sliding out of the corners down his temples, into his hair.

I miss her, he thought, too miserable and hot to sleep.

But his feelings didn't stop him from going to dinner with Deedella, in a cool indoor cafe hung about with leaves and woven tapestries. After, she took him on a walk up past the husk of the Broken Needle to a lake. Here, all the land was overgrown with trees - tall, winding things the elves cultivated over centuries to swallow up the last surviving remnants of the steel and concrete world that was before the Collapse. The ground was soft with loam and mushrooms growing in patches between the trees.

She showed him where the toadstools formed rings, sacred to the Faery race - cousins of the elves. She talked about the moon and the stars and the tides of the world flowing below the surface of the earth, unseen and untapped by man until the Collapse brought them all to the surface.

Eiri listened politely, and tried to work out when it would be safe to kiss her. He waited until she led him within a ring of standing stones, only about as high as his chest and bid him lie down in the middle to feel the line of power running beneath it.

"It's better if you take off your clothes," she said, and he saw his chance.

He wore his most shapeless clothes for the encounter, figuring the elf wouldn't appreciate his collection of vintage couture outfits with their embroidery and angular lines. A cotton shirt that peeled off easily. A button fly twill trouser that slid down his legs to reveal nothing underneath - just like his elven bosses liked. Naked, he came to her, carefully draping his arms around her, lowering his head slowly to press his lips to hers - waiting for her to slip out of his grasp at any moment.

She giggled - that tinkling little sing-song sound - and tilted her head up, accepting the kiss.

"Be gentle this time," she said.

Her clothes came off like leaves falling from a tree, rising on the nighttime breeze to flutter down gentle to the ground. She laid him out on his back and slid over him, fitting her hips neatly to his, her head coming level with his own to go on kissing. Softly, sweetly.

He ran his hands down her naked back, feeling the lithe supple muscle of it. She had narrow shoulders and gently rounded hips. He felt them sway from side to side, her legs widening. She was sopping wet already, her heat coating him as she slid herself down onto his cock. She gave a little cry, high and eldrich. And then sat up, his length still inside her.

He took in the sight of her small breasts, the nipples darker and wider than he'd imagined them. The long, lean expanse of her smooth stomach plunging into the fleshy semi-circles made by the lips of her vulva pressed against him. She had no hair there at all - and he could see everything as she slid herself up his shaft and then slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly back down. Her little pink clit just peeking out from behind asymmetrical lines of her delicately folded flesh, the flesh lobes of her outer lips puckering as they crushed against him. Clinging as they withdrew.

He let her ride him to completion, swaying and rocking in her own esoteric rhythm, her hands raised high in the air, crying out in an elven language. The most he dared to was rest his hands on her hips - too afraid to squeeze or to pull her.

She came, a quivering rush coating him with a velvety essence, her face flushing with high red spots on her cheeks under her freckles. He was still hard, unspent. She swung off of him, observed the state of him and pouted again.