Once Bitten Ch. 03

Author's Note

Thanks for reading. The cast of characters are growing, but everything in this chapter is from Tom's point of view. This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18

Hope you enjoy this story as it continues to grow.

-Hank

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I felt amazing after a nice hot shower. Though my thoughts were scrambled, my new toned body felt rejuvenated, not drained. I'd just had a marathon of sex, with four different people, and I felt ready to run an actual marathon. Most days I felt like walking to the car would be a bit rough, but today was different.

I brushed my teeth, but decided to let my stubbled jaw remain unshaven. I lightly combed through my hair, then dropped my towel and went into my bedroom and opened the closet.

My boxers were a bit baggy around the waist, and my new enlarged manhood made a distinct outline partway down my left thigh. A white t-shirt that used to fit comfortably, now had to be stretched over my now muscular chest, the bottom of the shirt left hanging loosely over my lean, well defined abs. This was a reversal of how my body had been shifting since college.

I found a pair of slacks and pulled them on, and like my boxers the waist was too large. Tucking in my t-shirt and using a belt, just gathered the extra material into a misshapen lump around my waist. Looking down, the hem of my slacks lifted a few inches above my ankles, and I felt like a high-school nerd wearing high-water pants. Had I grown taller too?

The white button down shirt didn't fit any better. It was tight in the shoulders and hanging loosely everywhere else. I attempted to tuck the shirt into the waistband of my trousers, but they were too loose around my waist. The cuffs of the shirt ended about an inch above my wrist, so it seemed my arms were growing too. My suit jacket fit much the same way as the rest of my wardrobe, which is to say, did not fit at all.

My once energetic mood was now a bit darkened as I made my way to the garage and slipped into my four year old hybrid sedan, pulling out of my apartment to motor to my two o'clock appointment with the enigmatic Samantha.

She was waiting at the entrance to the parking garage for the building, and stepped in front of my car causing me to brake hard, then stepped to the passenger side. She smiled at me as she slipped in.

"If things worked out like I imagined, you are in need of a new wardrobe." she said with a lilting voice and a smile, she leaned in and kissed my cheek, taking a short inhalation.

"What did you imagine?" I asked then pulled back out into traffic.

"Mmm, let me enjoy your scent for a moment," she said, and took a pause as a flush ran over her flesh, "I knew you were special, but this was something more than I had hoped.

"Where should we go?" I asked.

"Let's stay downtown, for now. You know where the mall is, don't you?" she said then reclined back in the seat, shifting her hips to try to find comfort in my dated hybrid.

"For now," I asked, "The questions keep piling up, will you ever answer any?"

"Certainly," she smiled, then gave a long pause and laughed at her joke.

"I promise Tom," she said as she reached to squeeze my hand resting on the gear shift, "In time all will be clear. Tell me Tom, what do you think happened?"

"Well... Ssss" I started, before looking at her and trying to recall her name.

"You can call me Sammi," she said with a wink.

"Sammi," I continued, "You bit me for no apparent reason, then overnight I've changed. My whole body is different, I woke up to my roommate — who I barely talk to, by the way -- sucking my dick. We fucked. Twice." I paused and mentally counted.

Sammi chuckled at my pause, but to her credit didn't interrupt. She seemed relaxed as she listened which only raised my irritation level.

"Maybe three times? Four?" I continued, "Then I flashed a neighbor, and she invited me to her apartment, where we fucked at least twice, ... I lost count."

Becoming overwhelmed as I recounted the incredible tale, and also aware that I must sound a bit crazed, I didn't quite know how to address the next chapter of my morning.

"Oh, and apparently I can shape-shift too." I started, "Because I changed into the form of my freshly fucked neighbor, knocked on the door of my other neighbors, and had a very steamy threeway with a happily married black couple. As. a. woman." then shut my mouth and refused to keep babbling.

"That sounds insane, Tom," Sammi chuckled, "you have a very active imagination."

I set my jaw tightly, frustrated with her teasing. She knew more than she was letting on. She had encouraged my whole morning adventures via phone. I needed to know what she knew. I needed to know what had happened to me, what I had become. Sammi looked over at me, and inhaled a breath through her nose, like she was about to talk. Then stopped as a flush rose from her bosom to her neck.

"That poor girl," she mumbled distractedly, "Your apartment must have been filled with your pheromones, no wonder she couldn't sleep."

She pushed a button to lower her window and a cool harbor breeze filled the car as I turned into the parking garage for downtown mall.

"You need to remember to leave some windows open," Sammi said, suddenly serious as she worked to put her thoughts back in order, "She won't last long otherwise."

I braked hard into a parking spot, causing her to rock forward in her seat and I turned to look at her with my eyebrows creased.

"See that's what I mean," I grumbled, "What does that even mean?"

She looked at me shocked for a second, then laughed lowly, "Oh Tom, you need to work on your serious face. We can work on it together."

Then she was unbuckled and was out of the car quickly, and walking purposefully into the mall entrance. I scrambled out of the car, and reached for my suit jacket. Then stared at the ill-fitting garment, and just carried it to the nearest trashcan and stuffed it in, then jogged to catch up.

Hearing my footsteps, Sammi turned around and then held her hand to my chest, making me stop at the edge of the threshold to the mall.

"Okay Tom," she started, looking steadily into my eyes, "I know you have a million questions, but for now you need to trust me. I'll buy you new clothes, and make you look amazing, in trade you need to hold onto your questions for a bit longer."

She paused and looked at me steadily. Her green eyes flaring as she calmly watched me. I stared back hotly, my emotions on edge. I wanted to roar back at her, but something behind her eyes made me hesitate. She was serious ... feral ... dangerous. After a long pause, I nodded quietly.

"Okay, Sammi," I intoned, "I guess I will choose to trust you."

"Thank you, Tom," she smiled and then turned and walked to a high-scale gentlemen's store like she owned the place.

Sammi was an efficient shopper. She knew exactly what types of garments I needed, patiently explaining this to the shopkeeper. I stood on a step and the tailor took my measurements. I tried a few times to ask a question, but a lifted finger in my direction or a held up palm kept me quiet. It wasn't long until I was adorned in a much better fitting casual outfit, with several other ensembles getting finished at the tailors for delivery in a couple of days.

As we headed back to my car, Sammi smiled over at me.

"You'll want to resign at the agency," she said as she opened her door, "before you get fired.'

"Wait, what?" I asked, "I don't even know what you want with me. I don't know the job, or what my salary will be, I'm not quitting the only job I have."

"It's only a matter of time," she smiled, "I'm just trying to lead you through the steps, I'm sorry if it seems a bit quicker than you're used to."

Her comments made my mind race, since closing the deal yesterday I hadn't checked my email, nor replied to any texts, and I had about twelve messages in my voice mailbox. The rapid changes to my body and my primal need to fuck anything within thirty paces of my apartment had taken a priority. Prior to yesterday though, my production wasn't up to the normal standard. I did need to take some time to talk to my manager.

"They'll understand," I reasoned, "I just closed a pretty big deal."

She nodded as I backed out and headed back to the space she leased the previous day. I was quiet in the elevator, my new outfit gave me a boost of confidence now that it fit my new body. My phone buzzed and I picked it up to look at the new notification a text message from my boss:

"Your position is no longer required" it said starkly, basically I was just fired.

"I told you," Samantha said, enigmatically.

She pulled out her phone and tapped a few times to open the digital lock to the new location. Then strode into the open concept space.

"I had the locks changed to a new digital lock," she stated simply, "I'll email you the details so you can get the app."

She continued out into the patio and the fresh air of the harborside. Then settling into a chair, under an umbrella covering a table, she took off her sunglasses and looked at me.

"Okay, Tom," she smiled, "Ask me anything."

I was speechless for a moment. Too many thoughts were streaming through my mind, but I centered on one question.

"What am I?" I asked.

She smiled and looked me up and down, "You'll want to sit down, Tom" she said and waited until I had.

"You are considered an immortal magical creature that consumes sexual energy," she started. "At least that is part of the answer. A couple hundred years ago they would have labeled you an incubus."

"Wait," I asked, "That's a ... sex demon?"

"Demon is such a pejorative term," she answered with a brush of her hand, "Invoking heavenly hosts and battles in heaven. We've grown past such simpleton explanations. You are part of an aeternal ancient race, pre-dating history. Different names through the ages, faerie, demons, fae, monsters. All from fear, and lack of understanding."

"But I..." I started, "Wait, what did you say? I ... consume sexual energy?"

"Yes, Tom," she said patiently, like a school teacher explaining simple math, "I would think after spending your morning the way you did," she paused then took a long look at my new body, "And feeling the way you do, you would understand that better."

I blinked, and then looked at her, "Then what are you?"

"I'm also an aeternal magical creature, we're of the same race, but I don't need to feed off of pure sexual energy, as you require." she said simply.

"What do you feed off of?" I asked.

"Magick" she said, "I'm connected to this place, this harbor. Past eras would have called me a nymph or as the Greeks labeled me a naiad. Magick has been ebbing for centuries as people focused on technologies and revolutions. So, I've been basically starving for many decades. Recently Magick is on the rise... making a comeback. I want to thank you for contributing to the cause this morning."

"Okay, I'm curious," I asked, settling back, "Tell me more."

"We are taken to calling ourselves Fae, that encompasses most of the beings you might be familiar with from the horrible stories of our past." She stated like she was talking about the list of Presidents, "Demons, vampires, werewolves, angels, fairies, et cetera"

"You said I'm immortal?" I asked, "How can that be?"

"What do you remember of your childhood Tom?" she asked with a glint in her eyes.

"Well it's..." I started.

"It's fuzzy, kinda vague, my parents died while I was young and I was raised as an orphan..." she finished and then trailed off.

"Wait, how did..." I started,

"We can't continue to live through the ages, without rebooting from time to time." She continued, "The mundane folk sharpen their pitchforks when we do. Every thirty to sixty years or so, we need to reset ourselves. Often that is automatic. A new personage, a new location. You unfortunately got stuck. You didn't regain your awareness, or your powers. So I had to help."

"You bit me," I remembered.

"Yes, and my venom, stirred your dormant powers and awoke you. Call it a reboot." She said, "Somewhat spectacularly, I must say. I don't know who you used to be, but it must have been someone extraordinary."

"Your venom?" I asked.

She smiles broadly and her fangs appeared, and she opened her jaw to show them,

"A remnant of our heritage," she began, "You should feel yours soon. A day or two, I'd guess. All Fae have fangs," she explained as if talking about toes to a two-year old.

"Our venom is largely non-fatal, but you do need to be careful with it." she continued, "It can help entrance our subjects, bring them under our power, fill them with desire, or other emotions. It can effect changes in the person's genetic makeup, or simply enthrall them to our wills."

"Am I now enslaved to you?" I asked.

"No Tom. You are a free creature." she said simply, "I want to give you some opportunities to grow, to remember your powers and thrive. But you are free to do what you feel is best for you. I don't find any enjoyment in having dominion over others."

"Okay, so what do you want me to do here?" I asked looking around at the patio of the high-priced penthouse space.

"The world is becoming problematic, Tom." she said, "The mundanes are in disarray, and it is increasingly unsafe for us to mingle with them. We need a place where we can safely enjoy and use our powers without interference. In times past, when the world would go through these phases, we'd retreat into the woods and forests, until it was safe."

"So a resort for Fae?" I asked.

"And friends, or at least a club," she agreed, "If there is a market we can expand into residency, zoning laws be damned."

She smiled an impish smile, then continued.

"We need a place to belong, so many of us are alone, frightened, or angry. Often both." she frowned, "Our kind is not very tribal, we enjoy some loose connections spread too far along time and space. We, I'm not alone in this venture, you remember my partners. We feel like this place can be a meeting place, a haven for our various types, the good types. We want to be beneficial for our hosts in this realm. We are of the light, and we need protection from the dark."

"Our hosts?"

"We are symbiotic with humans, Tom." she explained, "We cannot thrive without their souls, and without our Magick, their souls will wither and die. They are as entwined with Magick and belief as much as we are with their flesh and blood."

"So," I paused trying to place her words against what I had experienced over the last day. "I feed off sexual energy, and this results in Magick. The arousal that I feed on is also good for the people engaged in the sex."

"Yes, to a point," she cautioned, "You are feeding on not only their sexual energy, but bits of their soul as well. If you engorge yourself with a single partner you can cause serious and sometimes irreversible damage. But that is rare, for the most part they recover and their souls thrive after your ... very pleasurable visits."

"But..." I started.

"You have to spread the love around, dear." she said, "If you fuck dear Trish daily, her soul will weaken and she will become ill, and eventually die. There is always a conservation of energy you need to be aware of, Tom."

"How can I feed their souls," I asked, genuinely concerned, "How does that work?"

"A human soul is pretty simple," Sammi smiled, "They need love and care. A touch, a hug, listening and caring. Never become too busy to not feed love and care back into your flock."

"My flock?" I asked again.

"Your human partners, Tom," she said slowly, "There are others of our kind, dark fae, that simply feed and don't nurture. I try not to judge, but they are terribly destructive to our hosts, and that makes life bad for us. The pitchforks, remember."

"Pitchforks..." I said cracking a smile, "So you're saying the humans that I feed off, I shouldn't just feed, but I need to continue to care for them, nurture their souls with love and kindness."

"See." she grinned, "Not rocket science."

"But!" I started, "It appears my scent will always induce arousal, and the humans seem unable to resist."

"Would you feed a child only candy or chocolate?" she asked teasingly.

I nodded, "So I need to work on my self-control then."

"Bingo," she said, "Right now you are relearning who you are, you will remember that you can control so much about yourself that seems out of control right now. You are going through what a human would call puberty."

We sat in silence for a while, as I ran through the new knowledge and weighed it against my experiences of the past twenty-four hours. I could certainly get on board with all that Sammi was describing, but it seemed each question answered served up more questions.

"I'm out of a job," I reminded her, "what do I need to start here? What is my compensation? What exactly do you want me to do with this place?"

"You need to understand a couple of things," she began, "First, you don't need to be concerned about money, you've amassed quite a fortune, I'm sure, in your past lives. I'll find out where it is and return it to you, working for the man is something we just don't do. Second, I'm granting you this place. You, Tom. I believe you know what needs to be done."

"A home for us." I repeated.

"Yes," she nodded, "a home, a place where we feel we belong. You will benefit from any profits this place makes. The lease for the next year has already been paid for so don't worry about P&L, you have a runway, make this a special place for us.

"Who?" I asked, then added, "When will I meet them?"

"Oh you will meet them soon, Tom." she smiled at me, then leaned closer, and inhaled my scent, "Until then, do you mind if we indulge?"

The effect on her was almost instantaneous, as she allowed herself to draw a deep inhalation of my pheromones. Her flesh flushed and her nipples hardened under her top. Sammi was dressed in a simple dress that showed her cleavage, and her now stiff nipples made tight points in the sheer material. She licked her lips as she watched me curiously. Uncrossing her legs to lean closer, she took another long breath, and I could now taste her arousal in the air.

"Are you joking?" I asked, unsettled a bit, as my body started to react to her arousal.

She shook her head slowly as her hand rested on my thigh, then rose to run over my thickening cock, teasing her fingers along its girth and licking her lips. She leaned closer to draw in another breath, then lightly exhaled against my cheek, her lips pressed against the edge of my mouth.

"What's the matter," she simpered, "are you worn out from your morning?"

I smiled then leaned towards her and stood. I turned and walked past her, walking to the rail at the edge of the patio, letting the breeze of the bay blow over my body and dissipate my pheromones.

"I'm going to exercise some self control," I smiled and turned back to Sammi.

"Good boy," she grinned and stood to stand beside me, close but not too close.

"Was that a test?" I asked.

"Not really," she smiled, "I would enjoy a romp with you. Very. Much. But I'm also very patient."

She reached and rubbed my forearm, then took my hand and pulled me closer to her.

"We will be a good team, Tom," she said softly, "I can tell you're a good man, and that is what we need right now."

She let her eyes drift along the harbor, the sail boats in the channel between the city and the peninsula across the bay. The sidewalks below were quiet, many people were still deciding to stay clear from public spaces in the light of the pandemic.

"People need us, Tom." she sighed, "this isolation we are experiencing is devastating to the human soul. They need a lot more than a sex demon to become well."

She paused for a moment and looked at me then leaned and rose on her toes and lightly kissed my lips.