Once Bitten Ch. 07

Author's Note

This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18. Special thanks to XiraeK and Pope1944 for help with editing.

This chapter starts where the last chapter ends - in the morning after Celia shared Rick's bed and a very enjoyable date. Rick fed, but they barely had anything to eat.

Enjoy!

Hank

"Fuck!" Celia cursed loudly which startled me awake.

Spooked, I quickly felt along the top of my head and was relieved to feel hair instead of horns. I pressed up and rotated to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Loverboy!" Celia growled with irritation, as she appeared at the top of the stairs completely naked, "you never put the laundry in the dryer and now I have nothing to wear. I need to go back to my apartment change for work."

It was difficult to not admire her full breasts bouncing as Celia moved around my bed and collected her new bra and the lace dressing gown. I had to keep myself from lusting after her curvaceous ass as she bent at the waist to pick up something from the ground. She held up a small pair of thong panties, clearly not her size, nor the style I had picked out for her.

I grabbed Celia's gift bag from my bedside table, and looked inside. Celia's bag had Aisha's much smaller panties instead of the boyshorts I wanted to see stretched over Celia's bountiful ass. Rachael must have mixed them up while I was whispering in her ear.

Celia looked at me with irritation as I dropped the bag and headed downstairs. She started pulling the caged bra on fuming.

"Hey," she called out, "Are you gonna help, or what??"

I quickly tossed the laundry in the dryer and started it. Then grabbed the collection of the properly sized panties from Aisha's bag. I hurried back up the stairs.

Celia glared at me as she pulled the lace gown around her bare caramel flesh, which looked spectacular draped over the black caged bra I'd picked out for her.

I held out the stack of multi-colored boy short panties and she looked at them and then back to me. She huffed and pulled the black pair off the top. I put the rest inside her bag and extracted Aisha's and set them aside.

"Great, I've got your dried cum all over me," she said pulling the panties up and over her delicious round bottom, "while realizing that you have two different sizes of lingerie gift bags at your disposal."

"Well I did get the sizes right!" I offered as a feeble excuse, "They just mixed up the bags," I tried, holding out her gift bag.

"Perfect I can do the slut walk of shame to the elevator in a nice set of panties," Celia huffed and looked at me with irritation as she snatched the bag out of my hand.

Celia plucked up her pumps and headed down the stairs. She looked around, then looked up at me as I looked over the ledge of the loft down at her. She scowled for a moment, then allowed me a soft smile.

"I'm late," Celia said, "Can we talk later?"

"Sure, of course," I nodded.

Celia smiled softly. Then she looked at her phone, noted the time and pulled open my door. She left quickly and while cursing under her breath, slammed the door behind her.

"Okay," I thought to myself, "I need to work on my morning after the game."

I collected the smaller thong panties and took them down to put them in Aisha's gift bag. I heard my phone chirp. I climbed the stairs back to my room and found my phone and expected to see a text from Sammi. Instead I saw a picture of Rachael's bare breasts. Her nipples were rigid with arousal.

I pressed the photo and saw her full text: "May I cum, Master?"

I typed back a hasty, "No," and headed to the bathroom to relieve my bladder when Sammi appeared behind me.

"At least you're consistent," I drawled as I shook my cock, a little longer than usual for her enjoyment, then slid past her to find a pair of boxers.

Sammi enjoyed the view, and turned and followed me back into my bedroom.

"How can you know so much about what I'm doing but always poof while I'm taking a piss in the morning?" I complained.

"Maybe that's why I poof when I do?" Sammi said and winked, one of her fangs caught on the edge of her lip.

I didn't answer her, and pulled on a new pair of boxers then laid on the bed and picked up the phone.

Another text from Rachael was on the screen with the simple text: "Please!?"

She included a picture of her spreading her pussy lips apart and displaying her very aroused clitoris.

Sammi slid beside me and looked at the phone as I was tapping my reply.

"Oh cute!" Sammi said, "I like the landing strip, you do like redheads don't you?"

I pressed send on my reply to Rachael: "No, did I give you permission to play with yourself?"

"Look at you, Mr. Dominant!" Sammi said, reading along.

I looked at Sammi and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Well I had more news for you." She said looking back at the phone.

The screen flashed an incoming video call and I declined. Then looked at Sammi sternly.

"Can this wait?" I asked, "I need to show her some affection."

"Oh yes," she said, "This isn't urgent at all."

Sammi poofed, leaving me alone. I reached out with my thoughts to ensure Rachael was where I thought she was and teleported back to her apartment.

I appeared lying beside Rachael as she tossed her phone in frustration. She gasped as she saw me and rolled into me and was kissing me heatedly. I wrapped my hands around her hips as she straddled me and grabbed her ass as she started to grind against my erection through my boxers.

"Master, she whined, "you drive me crazy. I dreamt of you, then I couldn't sleep. I know I was bad for touching myself. I couldn't help it."

She kissed down my chest and ground her bare cunt against my erection through my shorts. She looked at me through humid eyes, biting her lower lip.

"Fuck me," she whined, "Please, fuck your slave."

Something about that irritated me. She wasn't being submissive, she was just horny. She thought she could top from the bottom to get what she wanted. That wasn't the dynamic I felt in the store, or in her apartment last night.

I gripped a handful of her hair and bucked her off me, tossing her back onto the bed. Her eyes closed as I rolled over, keeping my fist tangled in her locks. I pressed her cheek into the sheet. Using my hand for leverage I pressed her firmly into the mattress as I rose onto my knees, then slipped off the bed. She keened in a mixture of arousal and pain as I continued to press her head into the sheets.

"On your knees," I growled in a deep voice.

I gave a firm yank of her hair, then I released her head and stood glowering over her.

"You need to find your center," I growled quietly into her ear, "you need to listen and obey"

She slipped into her posture and tried to slow her breath then froze.

Time had seemed to stop.

She wasn't moving at all.

Then Sammi flashed into the room and looked at me.

"Actually," she said, "this will only take a moment."

"What the fuck did you do?" I exclaimed loudly looking at Rachael's frozen form.

"Shush!" She said and leaned to whisper, "this time freeze radius isn't wide enough to cover the apartment. Her roommates might hear you."

"Then tell me what is so damned important," I hissed quietly.

"You cannot transport humans," she said, "not without knowing a spell of protection."

"Thank you," I said quietly, nodding, a bit relieved, "I was just about to take her back to my room"

"I know," Sammi said, "but you'll have to find a different way."

I nodded, and she kissed my cheek, "Be careful, Rick," then vanished and time restarted.

Rachael was breathing rapidly again, trying to find her calm center. I crouched beside her on her bed, my fingers found a new grip of her hair. I wanted to give her a bit of pain to focus on, which she did with a wince.

She slowly calmed down. I felt her relax with a sigh. I loosened my grip then tapped her shoulder as I crouched down.

"Let me look at you," I said, "show me your eyes."

She lifted her eyes to mine, rimmed with the tears of frustration. I brushed her eyes and collected her tears on my fingers. Then sucked the tears from my finger.

"Good girl," I said, "You need to be like this when you reach out to me. Get me your phone, and unlock it."

She crawled to the bed and picked her phone up from the tangle of sheets. She had obviously not slept peacefully. She returned to her kneeling position and handed me her phone.

I nodded thanks, and brought up my contact details. I added my address to my details. I also took a selfie to attach to my details. Then handed the phone back to her.

"Now you know where I live," I said quietly, "Do not show up at my doorstep unannounced."

I looked at my watch, then back to her.

"Do you have work today?" I asked her.

She shook her head, then looked at me, "Permission to speak, Master."

"Speak freely, Rachael," I said, "what happened?"

"I got scared," she said and looked at me, "What happened last night was so unexpected. So perfect. I thought it was a dream. I know it wasn't. But suddenly you left. I started obsessing. Wondering if you were going to reject me, never call..."

She quieted and looked at me, "It's not fair to do that to a girl, even for a night," she said, "I need you to make sure I'm okay before you leave me like that."

Her words were like a gut punch. I knew I acted rashly and selfishly. I was rushed trying to do too much at once, and Rachael had paid a price. I sat back on the bed, and leaned against the headboard. I pulled her back against my chest, my hands wrapped around her abdomen in a secure hug. She leaned her head back against my shoulder.

"You're right," I said, "I'm sorry. You deserve better than to be left alone, in that state. I was wrong."

She looked up at me, and lifted her hand back behind my head, pressing her fingers through my hair along the back of my head.

"It's not that," she said, "I'm a grown woman. I know what I want, and you fed that so perfectly. It's that sudden vacuum without your presence. I felt alone and isolated. I knew it was irrational. But I couldn't pull myself out of it."

I didn't quite understand all that she was saying, but I nodded. She shifted her body and turned to look at me, her bare breasts pressed against my chest and she kissed me tenderly.

"I don't care if you have other lovers," she said, "I don't want exclusivity. Just more of what you gave me. I also need to know you care about me as a person, not just a toy."

"I'd like that too," I admitted, "I really did enjoy what we experienced. I should have ensured there was enough time to finish it right. You deserve that. I want to know more of you, and care about you. I hope you can trust me again."

"It means a lot that you shared your address with me," she said, "it's a little thing. Your photo too. It shows you do care. That you didn't just use me."

"I didn't want to use you, Rachael," I said looking into her eyes, "I wanted to feed you, give you what you need. I couldn't ever just take and not give back."

She smiled and kissed me. She hugged me and I hugged her. We sat for a long moment just touching each other. She sighed a contented sigh and placed her head on my shoulder. I combed my fingers through her copper curls then tightened my grip.

"Fuck," she said, almost purring, "You know what that does to me."

I relaxed my grip, "I do, and I can't wait til our next time. I have plans today though."

"I do too," she smiled, "which was why I texted, I just needed to cum, and I can't without permission. I know I'm weird."

"You should cum, then," I smiled and sent her a push with my powers, "Cum for me."

She grinned and began to laugh at the absurdity, then her eyes widened and her back arched. Her thighs clamped together as her body was overcome with a sudden orgasm. She hugged me tight as the waves worked through her then slumped against me.

"How did you..." she started and then lost the words.

"A secret," I smiled, "And that was a gift I owed you. Did you enjoy it?"

She nodded breathlessly as she looked at me with awe.

"Are you free tomorrow?" I asked her.

She put her hand to my chest still catching her breath, "I work until five tomorrow," she said, "free after that."

"Be at my apartment at seven," I said, "trust me?"

"Of course, Master." she smiled

I kissed her, "I look forward to seeing you then. Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect now, Master," she smiled, "Thank you. Should I wear anything specific?"

"Entice me," I said, and popped back into my room.

I thought through my day as I showered, making a mental list of things to do. I needed to apologize to Celia. I had to be ready for Aisha by two in the afternoon. I wanted to go introduce myself to Lana. However, I didn't want to try to do too much into a single day, again. I turned off the water and opened the door to grab my towel, when I looked into Sammi's intense blue eyes.

"It's like you want to catch me naked," I said with a grin.

She smiled, then flashed into her normal form as a water nymph. My eyes widened as she stepped into the shower on her webbed toes, completely nude. Her turquoise flesh was the perfect compliment to her startling blue eyes.

"Maybe I do," she smiled and pushed me back into the shower, "Turn the water back on please, I need it."

I did as she asked, and let my eyes wander down her fae flesh. Her hair had transformed from her blonde business cut to a tangle of dark green and blue tresses, braided with strands of seaweed. Her aquamarine flesh shimmered as the morning light glinted off her scales.

She pressed her bare breasts into my chest and dropped her hand to my stirring cock. She rolled her wrist and stroked my cock. With her free hand she closed the shower door.

She lifted up on her toes, straining to kiss me. Pausing to kiss my broad chest, unable to reach further up. She lifted both her hands and combed her fingers behind my ears, then pulled my head down towards hers. We kissed deeply, she tasted cool and fresh like a spring. Her dark blue nipples were hard, as large as dimes and extended half an inch from her aureola. They were perfectly shaped on her pert breasts. She was so much smaller than me, I had to lean over her, even in my mundane form.

She broke the kiss, then bent at the waist. She sucked at the tip of my cock, licking the pre-cum oozing from my crown. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste. Then as she lowered to her knees, she lifted her brilliant blue eyes up to lock with mine, sucking my cock between her lips. I gathered her hair into a tail, and she trembled feeling my desire and responding to my control. She blinked as she spread her lips and pressed further onto my cock. I pulled her head into my hips and she nodded, encouraging my movements.

She pulled her mouth from my cock, and stroked it with her hands again, looking at me.

"I need this, Rick," she explained, "being around you has made me a bit crazy. My dreams are filled with thoughts of you. It is hard to work when I'm so unfocused."

She licked her navy blue lips then continued to suck my cock. One of her hands cupped my balls, her webbed fingers collecting the heavy orbs and squeezing. I closed my eyes and inhaled. The steam from the shower added a mist making the scene even more surreal.

"I don't mind," I growled, "Let me focus on you."

I wasn't sure of the command structure. I considered her like a handler from a spy movie. Mostly at arms distance. Though I also knew that handlers used sex as a way to control their agents. At the moment, I didn't care. I just wanted her.

Sammi looked up at me and kissed up my abdomen to my chest. Her fingers stroking my cock, pulling the foreskin back and running her thumb over my slit, spreading my pre-cum, her own wet drool, and the mist from the warm shower over the sensitive glans.

"We're not crossing any forbidden lines, Rick," she said as her eyes watched me intently, sensing my thoughts "There doesn't need to be any lines at all, we are both consenting fae."

"You know my nature," I said, "You're okay with who I am? I'll fuck just about anything that moves."

She reached up and gripped her webbed fingers into my shoulders, pressing her cool flesh against mine. I dropped my hands down her back and gripped the soft scales of her ass. Their edges secured my grip on her slippery flesh and I pulled her up and kissed her deeply.

"So long as you fuck me," she said, "that's all I want, please fuck me now."

She spread her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist, her ankles crossing at the base of my spine. I gripped her ass and lifted her above my rigid cock, she dropped one arm down and guided my crown to her slick bare lips. The scales of her labia were fine and silky, and my cock easily slipped against her tight opening. She rolled her hips, then ground down, gyrating as she groaned, feeling me stretch her tight cunt.

"Fuck, you are glorious," she beamed as she lifted and screwed down, her cunt accepting more of my girth with each repetition.

My eyes locked on hers as her fingers gripped the sides of my neck. She rode her hips up and down slowly, entranced by how my thick rod stretched her insides. Her hips circled, it made my cock feel like it was trapped in the suction of a whirlpool. I turned and pressed her back against the wall, then slowly took control.

I lowered her down slightly, then grabbed her hips. I pulled her away from the wall, and she leaned back. I enjoyed watching her azure flesh turn darker blue as she flushed from my full strokes. Her head tossed back, her blue-green locks plastered to the tile wall. Her full breasts bounced in small circles in time with my thrusts.

I leaned into her, fucking her harder, and faster - I picked up the pace. She moved her hands back, pressing on either side of her head to keep my thrusts from driving her skull into the tile. She pressed her hips forward to meet me each time and we locked eyes in the throes of our passion filled coupling.

I pushed a wave of my power at her, and felt her cunt clamp around my cock.

"Oh fuck, YES," she screamed as she came, "Fucking don't stop, fuck me. FUCK!"

I rutted into her, my hips blurring as my cock slammed into her over and over. Her thighs tightened against my hips as her core trembled in a series of waves. I slammed into her and released. A torrent of my hot cum billowed into her pulsing womb. I pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth beneath my jaw and bit me again, this time with both of her fangs.

I shuddered as I felt her venom spread through my nervous system. Reflexively I growled and turned to lick between her shoulder and neck, then bared my fangs and drove them into her flesh, releasing my own venom into her bloodstream. She immediately bucked, her mouth opening wide and releasing her bite.

She tossed her head back and shuddered, her whole body bucking. My cock pulsed, abruptly shooting a second load into her as I leaned against her. She clung to me, trapped between my hot chest, and the cool tile. Both of us panted, struggling to slow our breaths.

I found my strength, and stood. I wrapped my arm around the small of her back. I turned off the water, and opened the door. I stepped out, my cock still firmly seated inside her. I walked us dripping wet to my bed, leaving a wet trail of water. We soaked the sheets as I laid her down. I slid back to extract my cock, before sliding beside her on the mattress and wrapped her in my arms.

We spent long moments just breathing. Both of our bodies shuddered in jerks, as our venom quickened in our veins. I closed my eyes and kissed behind her ear and growled.

"You bit me again," I said, my fingers snared in her hair to turn her eyes to look at me.