Once Bitten Ch. 06

Author's Note

This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18. Special thanks to XiraeK for help with editing.

This chapter starts where the last chapter ends - with Rick (was Tom - it's complicated) drying in the sun after an interlude on the rooftop pool deck with his neighbor Aisha.

Enjoy!

- Hank

"I'd hate to have to sequester you in the enclave." Sammi warned and clicked off.

I laid in the sun for a few more minutes, feeling a bit frustrated. I kept learning new things about myself, and then getting into trouble. I asked for help, and I received riddles in return. I was trying to be good and follow directions, only to be tripped up by some new facet of my powers and nature. I was growing tired of what seemed to be a repeating cycle.

"How was I supposed to know?" I thought to myself, "That soaking my demonic incubus form in water concentrated my pheromones into a vat of sexual energies that would drive humans wild with unabated lust?"

I pushed up feeling frustrated and pulled my tee-shirt back on, slipped my mundane toes through into my flip-flops and headed back to the elevator. Coming out of the door as I passed by a gaggle of maintenance men, hauling a sign informing anyone that came to the rooftop the pool was closed. I could grumble about Sammi's tone and cryptic messages, but she knew how to get things done.

Part of my brain wondered about a half-dozen women swimming in that pool, and what would happen as a result. Perhaps I would run that experiment when I wasn't under such a close eye and a tight leash.

I went down to the bottom floor, and then across the street to a small deli and ordered a sandwich. It was built inside of an executive hotel chain. The store served handmade deli sandwiches to order. The store also offered a variety of convenience items for the hotel guests and apartment dwellers across the street. The lunch rush was over, and no one was in the store save for the cute Latina clerk behind the counter.

"Are you still serving sandwiches," I paused to look at the girl's name tag behind the counter, "Celia?"

"We certainly are," Celia smiled, and leaned on her elbows across the table, "What can I make for you?"

Celia was what some people called thick. I thought more of her as curvy, in all the right places. Her olive complexion celebrated her Latina roots, and her dark brown eyes were accentuated with dark eyeliner and lush lashes. She pressed her lips together, as she looked at me, then drew in a breath. She had a small piercing on the edge of her nostril. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at me, slowly dropping her eyes to examine.

"Okay, I'll have a look at the menu." I drawled, and didn't take my eyes off of her.

Her grin deepened as she rose from the counter and stood up. She lifted her hands up along her body as she slowly twisted displaying her curves to me. Her top was a white button down and her breasts stretched the top promisingly. The tails of the shirt we're tucked neatly into a snug fitting skirt that ran to just above her knee. Her waist was trim, but just a small bit of muffin top that accentuated her curves.

"Just tell me what you'd like," she teased.

"The whole shebang," I said, nodding.

"Oh I like banging." she said confidently, and proceeded from behind the counter.

"It's my lunch break," she said, "Let me lockup and we will see what you got."

I turned and leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. I appreciated the view of her round juicy booty as she went to the door I just entered. She looked over her shoulder, like she wanted to make sure I was watching, then bent at the waist to lock the doors at the bottom of the door. Her skirt stretched to its limit around her thick ass, and my eyes lingered at the hem of her skirt. Her legs were firm, not flabby, with thighs that would never have a gap, which was perfect for her frame. She slowly rose back up, and turned a sign to display when the store would re-open. Then pulled the blinds down and turned a rod to angle the blinds shut.

Her whole show, and evident arousal, had the desired effect on me. My cock thickened along my left thigh. She turned to look at me winking, then lowered her gaze to my crotch. To her credit I barely noticed her hesitate and gasp softly. Her eyes did widen as she took in my thickening manhood.

"So," she smiled and stood right in front of me, shamelessly reaching her hand out to squeeze my girth, "You've brought your own meat."

She stroked my cock lightly through my trunks, her fingers squeezing, measuring the length. Her eyes brightened as she looked up at me.

"I hope that I have a bun large enough," she said.

"I was thinking maybe I'd have a taco," I drawled then grinned, enjoying the banter.

She pulled the waist of my trunks towards her, and reached her other hand and pulled my cock free. Her fingers sliding up and down as the monster continued to lengthen and engorge.

"You don't waste any time," I said, and reached towards her running my hand along her jaw..

"I want to maximize my enjoyment," she said allowing herself to be pulled closer, "Lunch time is always too short to indulge with such delicious entrees."

I kissed her, and I saw her eyes lose focus as she inhaled my scent. Her tongue pressed easily between my lips. I growled as my tongue slid over her piercing. Her fingers plied at my foreskin peeling it down and exposing my swollen knob. She spread my pre-cum over the head, then lifted her palm to lick it.

"Mmm," she said, enjoying the taste, "You brought your own condiments."

I smiled into her eyes as she sank down into a crouch. Her Doc Marten boots were a sensible choice for a woman that spent a lot of time on her feet. Her thighs provided a strong base as she lowered her mouth and lapped at my head, collecting my pre-cum and savoring it.

"I have a creamy dessert planned for the end," I drawled, as my fingers gripped her snug ponytail.

I guided her head to lower over my cock. Her mouth spread wide, and I groaned as I felt the metal ball of her tongue piercing press along my frenulum. She held her mouth down taking four or five inches easily into her throat. Her fingers stroked at my thick shaft. Her eyes lifted to look at me, as she exhaled and bubbles of drool surrounded my shaft. She pulled back, then used her hand to spread her spit along my cock.

"I would like to eat all you have to offer." She nodded.

She kept her eyes on mine, then started to suck my cock back into her mouth for another shot at taking my full length. She took more than before, then groaned as she stroked the remaining inches, having accomplished about half of her goal. She leaned forward, and I gripped the back of her head and pulled her into me, her lips spreading wide to accept another inch or two.

She had wonderful breath control, and hardly any gag reflex. She did another turn at bubbling her copious drool, and was soon stroking the slick mix of her spit and my pre-cum over the length of my shaft. As she stroked she looked up at me, with a feral grin.

"You want to stuff my taco with this monster, Mister?" she asked

She leaned back into my cock, while her eyes never left mine. Determined to push as much of my meat down her throat as she could. Her drool allowed her to drive more of it forward, and after a delicious gulp or three, her lips spreading and closing, her nose rested on my pubis bone. She purred in victory which felt wonderful along the base of my cock. Her hand cupped my balls and pulled and rolled my meaty sacs. It's hard to smile with your throat filled with cock, but she managed to give it a good try. Another few bubbles, and a bit of a snort as her drool dripped from her nose, and she pulled back and stroked my cock firmly.

"Okay mister," she said, releasing my cock, "My other lips want to suck on this meat-stick."

She bent over the counter, and flipped up her skirt. I turned and gripped her bountiful ass cheeks, and then spanked each cheek hard. My cock dripped some of her drool on the floor, as I played with her jiggly derriere. I pulled her cheeks apart, and realized she wasn't wearing panties.

I cupped her sex feeling her labias coat my fingers with her arousal, almost as slick as the juices sliding down my shaft. I fit two fingers inside and she groaned and pressed back. I ran my thumb over her tight rose and she gyrated her hips.

"Do I need to wrap this sausage," I asked, and she shook her head, her pony tail dancing then looked over her shoulder.

"Don't tease me, Papi," she said, "Feed me that fuck stick, I like it raw."

I turned to the side and spanked her ass hard. She moaned and pressed her bottom back and I added three more firm smacks to her round caramel cheeks, they blushed a deeper red as she ground back encouraging my fingers to grip and spread her magnificent orbs.

"I came to have lunch," I drawled, "Why do I need to feed you? such a hungry slut."

"Don't complain, baby" she purred her hips rolling invitingly, "you feed me right you can take me home and I'll be your fuck toy for the night."

"Sweetheart," I parried, drawing my oozing crown over her drooling cleft, pressing into her opening, "you will be begging for more than one night."

She groaned feeling the swollen knob stretching her, arching her back and pressing towards me. I met her motion with a firm thrust driving my cock in firmly and stretching her with no hesitation. I grabbed her hips and tugged her back to firmly slap her ass against my thighs.

"Fuccckkkk!" She moaned then forgot the next taunting phrase.

I hammered into her, driving hard and fast. She tried to crawl forward and retake some hint of control. I leaned over and wrapped my arm around her bountiful chest and pulled her back to meet my thrusts. My free hand grabbed her ponytail and tugged her chin up.

She tried to twist her head, to look at me, then hissed as I held her firm. Driving my hips hard into her ass, I grind my cock into her depths and pressed her hips against the counter edge. My fingers curled into her shirt and ripped it from her chest. Reaching to grip under the cups of her strained bra, I yanked her bra up and her tits spilled out.

"Fuck." She gasped overwhelmed by my sudden ferocity, "that is... .. Fuck. Fuck Fuck!"

She babbled as I rutted like a beast, unable to form the words to complain about her torn blouse and bare breasts. I pressed into her back, compressing her breasts into the firm counter, as I rose up to drive my cock and slam her hips into the edge of the counter.

I released her ponytail and she craned back to look at me, mouth agape and grunting as her body felt the effects of my relentless assault on her stretched cunt. She grabbed the edge of the counter then levered her hips to press back and meet my thrusts as she keened and moaned needing more.

I lowered my hips and leaned back over her, my arm wrapping around her neck. Her hands grabbed my forearm, but too late to do anything but hold on. I craned her shoulders up, and her back arched. I continued to thrust into her driving with my thighs to slam into her. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust as I kept her shoulder against my chest, my forearm compressing her windpipe and limiting her breath.

"Oh fuck yes," she enthused, "make me cum. God I'm close"

With my free hand I slapped on tit hard then spanked the other. Slapping at her flesh with firm slaps, gripping one and squeezing as I drove my cock into her and growled.

"Cum now," I commanded, baring my fangs, drawing the tip along her shoulder blade, "Cum on my cock."

I stopped just short of plunging my fangs into her flesh, and then licked behind her ear. She seized and then her thighs tried to clamp together, I felt her cunt clench around my cock then pulse as she screamed out. Her entire body was shaking and trembling. Then I made a final thrust into her and shot my pent up cum deep into her womb.

She trembled then lost control again as a stronger orgasm overwhelmed her flesh. I held her tightly to me, my forearm against her throat and my other arm around her waist. Her thighs jerked and clenched. I lifted her from the ground and her fingers clawed into my forearms as she shrieked in a continuous moan.

"Good girl," I growled into her ear.

I lowered her back to her booted feet. My grip loosening as I helped her steady herself. She felt like she was relearning to walk as I held her loosely and drew my cock back leaving her empty, even as I felt her outer lips cling and try to keep me inside her. She slumped back over the counter as I rubbed her back letting her regain her senses.

I pulled at the back of her torn shirt and she tiredly let me pull it off her arms. Then unclasped her bra and removed that as well.

"Behind the counter, top drawer," she said, breathlessly, then more quietly, "fuck."

I reached down and pulled my trunks back up, stuffing my flagging cock inside the waist. I adjusted the bulge as I walked behind the counter, and opened the drawer she indicated. A stack of button down white shirts inside, neatly folded. I pulled one out and handed it to her.

She rose up and looked at me, her eyebrow arching as she looked at her bra in my hand.

I enjoyed the view of her bare breasts, the nipples still stiff and starkly dark brown rising up from her caramel flesh. I shook my head, and placed the shirt on the counter.

"You can get the bra back later tonight," I told her.

She grinned and chuckled, "Win-win," she said and reached for her new shirt.

I pulled a pad over and wrote my name, phone number and apartment number on the top sheet. She looked up at me curiously, her head tilting as she buttoned her blouse, her breasts testing the fasteners.

"Rick?" she said, "Not Casanova, or Marquis de Sade?"

"Amateurs," I assured her, "I should feed you real food, what would you like?"

"For dinner?" she smiled, "Like a real date?"

"Yep," I said, "Wine and dine you, then make you forget which way is up."

"Sounds dreamy, Rick."

"I think you'll like it Celia."

"Lasagna?" she offered, "You can even make those frozen ones in a pan, if you'd like. A nice red wine to go with? Say 7?"

I nodded, "It's a date," I said, "Gives me time to shop."

She smoothed her skirt back down, and tucked in her shirt. Her breasts bounced pleasantly free from her constricted bra. I knew the bouncing and brushing of the nipples over the stiff new linen would keep her nipples hard, and remind her of our date. She smiled and went back to the front door, and raised the blinds, flipped the sign back. Then she repeated her little show and bent at the waist to stretch her bottom in her skirt, as she unlocked the doors. I saw a gleam of moisture trickle past her knee.

"Hope you enjoyed your lunch, Rick" she said with her engaging smile, " Home you come again!" Adding a wink.

I waved her bra at her as I walked back across the street. I had to head back upstairs to grab my car keys. I whistled as I walked back across the street. I stopped in my apartment and dropped Celia's bra on the kitchen counter. Then I grabbed my car keys to drive around the city, before I went shopping.

The morning marine layer overcast had vanished as I pulled out of the garage. I started to review the way my day had gone so far. I could notch three good fucks with two different girls. Variety was important or so Sammi kept telling me. The only drawback was the inadvertent morph which ended up with my demonic form saturating a pool with my pheromones.

I tried to ensure to feed back love, to both Aisha and Celia, sharing my phone number with both girls. I didn't have theirs, but I would when they called. Ball was in their court, I figured I also had an undetermined date with Aisha to nominally replace the bathing suit I ripped open.

I seemed to have a predilection towards tearing clothes off my lovers. Maybe I should work on that.

I stopped at a light, when I felt a puff of wind, and a small audible pop sound. I looked to the passenger seat where Sammi had appeared and smiled.

"Actually," she said with an impish grin and a flutter of her eyelashes, "You have several things to work on."

"So you're reading my thoughts now?" I asked with a bit of frustration.

"More monitoring, Rick," she said, "I have my own life to attend to. I just happened to be thinking of you. I've found out some information."

I suppressed the urge to rub my face, I liked Sammi, but her mix of normal conversation, mixed with new revelations and her tendency to pry was frustrating me. I calmed myself and then went through the green light, and gazed at her.

"What type of information?" I asked, "and do you want me to go anywhere special?"

Sammi looked around, and noticed we weren't far from the park, "Could you drop me off at the park, you know where."

"Sure," I nodded, and made a series of turns, it wasn't far.

"So Tom," she started.

"Rick," I reminded her.

"Right, Rick," she bit her lip irritated at herself, "I have found some information that might help us piece together your past incarnations."

"How did you do that," I asked, as we cruised into the entrance to the park.

"Well," she said, hesitating, "We took some of your..." she stammered, "emissions, and ran them through some tests. The science of it escapes me."

"My emissions," I said flatly, "From where?"

"Tiff collected some," she admitted, "Part of protocol to help us figure out who you are. For everyone's sake."

I nodded, not really caring that they didn't get a warrant. I was pretty sure the fae were not going to follow constitutional law.

"It seems," she said and paused, as if trying to find some words, "Your makeup, it's not genes, because you're not human, but think of it like that." she waved her hands, in frustration.

I pulled into a parking spot, near where I started the day. I parked, and idled the engine. I turned to Sammi with a grin.

"Just tell me, Sammi," I said, "I don't need the nitty gritty as to the how, just what did you find out."

"Well," she said breathlessly, like she was about to gossip about something scandalous, 'Your ... whatever ... traces back in time to some of the largest harems the world has known. The rough geographical data ... again not my strong suit ... places your essence in the same region."

"Harems?" I asked, "I thought they only allowed females to enter?"

"We're talking Ottoman Empire, Mongol Empire, Siam... All the big ones. Hundreds if not thousands of women in each harem. Do you really think the king would be able to satisfy all of their desires."

"Well, no," I said, "I hadn't thought much about it."

As I started to think about it, my mind brought up images. I was in the center of a mass of writhing female flesh. Fully in my demonic form, I was delighting in the lusts and passions. I could almost taste the power I was absorbing from their ministrations.

I blinked and shook my head, feeling flushed.

"See," said Sammi, "It fits doesn't it."

"Mmmhm," I said, "I used a eunuch human form outside of the harem walls, and inside was able to indulge freely in whatever male form I took on. Even my natural form.

"Okay," Sammi said, "We'll have to keep that in mind. I'm not sure we can create such a spectacle in our time. We will have to think about it."

"I looked at her," with a knowing grin, "For now I'm enjoying single dates. Taking it one step at a time."

She waved her hand, her face and chest flushing, "I don't need to know every detail, Rick." she said, and un-clipped her seat-belt, "I'll let you continue your afternoon. I need to talk with the others and tell them what you told me."

She leaned and gave me a kiss then turned and walked away. She was in her executive attire and her heels clicked along the path and along the side of the building. I put the convertible in reverse and backed out of my spot, then pulled out back into town. I maneuvered back towards the Harbor district, then pulled into the mall where Sammi and I first shopped. I thought I remembered a specialty grocery shop to hunt for dinner later with Celia. My first stop was the food court.