Once Bitten Ch. 08

"I need to focus on my needs too," she said, "I know that not all of my joys will involve you. Nymphs might not be monogamous, but we're not always polyamorous either. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We are eternal afterall."

"I don't feel like I just met you a few days ago," I said, "Do you think we've met before?"

"Hadn't thought about it," she said, putting her napkin on her plate.

Suddenly she was all business, she paid cash for the meal. Then she stood up and I took her hand. We walked back towards my apartments, and she came up into my room.

"I have a lot to do today, we are starting another operation. That is always busy with planning and scheming. I will probably be working into the night." she smiled, "You have a date with Rachael, if I remember. Focus on her. I will be just fine."

She lifted onto her toes and kissed my lips then my cheek. She hugged me, then lowered and winked at me. Then she vanished with a soft pop. I smiled to myself. I still had a bit of time before the deli opened, so I showered quickly and dressed in a new set of clothes. I smiled at myself in the mirror.

Then I took a moment to remember the movie I shared with Celia, and centered her in my mind. I didn't want to be distracted, I wanted to focus. I thought focus would help me make good decisions and stay on the right path.

I pocketed my keys and left my apartment, walking out the entrance and down the stairs. I walked across the street, and grinned as I opened the door to the deli.

I smiled at Celia and asked, "Venti caramel mocha, and a cheese danish?"

She looked up at me and gave me a half smile, "Sure, Rick, that sounds great."

Her expression was off. I felt a tightening of my gut as she looked back down at the paper she was reading. Was she mad at me? What had I done?

"Great," I forced a smile, "be right back."

The trip next door was routine. Lana apparently had the day off, there wasn't any sign of her. The male barista took my order and it wasn't long before I was back inside the deli. Celia greeted me with a warmer smile, and came from behind her counter to hug me, share a tender kiss.

She took her mocha and pastry, and said, "Thank you," then returned around the counter, adding, "Who is she?"

"Pardon?" I asked, surprised.

I leaned against the counter and took a bite of my pastry, and looked at her curiously.

"The blonde you took to your room this morning?" She said with a half smile, "I saw you go in when I was opening the store."

I connected the dots, and considered denying it. Something inside me seemed to resist telling outright lies. So I chewed slowly before saying.

"Oh Sammi," I said, "We work together, we agreed to meet for an early breakfast, we had just finished."

I parsed what I said and it was all true. Inside my mind part of me grumbled at the parts I'd left out. I was troubled that a half-truth was still part of the lie. I honestly never had felt this way before.

"Rick, I saw her go in with you," she said, "I didn't see her leave. Is she still up there, waiting for you?"

"No," which was easy to say, "she left for work," I continued, also completely true, "she didn't leave the way she came, she has her own transportation."

The last phrase was also all true, but I again felt a twinge of not saying the whole truth. I reasoned I had to be a little bit deceptive, or we would have to face much more cosmic truths.

"So you're saying she was here just for a breakfast meeting?" She asked, which was a fortunate phrasing.

"Yes," I said "we just had breakfast over in the village."

"What do you do?" She asked, with genuine curiousness.

"I'm in property management," I said, "we are working on developing a property with a local client. It's still in planning."

Honestly, I was still planning. I still hadn't met the local clients, but nothing I said was false. I smiled, and leaned on my elbows across to look at her.

"Why so many questions?" I asked, "You're not jealous are you?"

She exhaled, then looked at me. Her eyes fixed on mine, and she chewed her lower lip.

"I don't want to be, Rick," she said, "I know you said you weren't good at monogamy."

"But," I said smiling, I was glad she remembered, but I wanted to hear her thoughts.

"I really enjoyed our time last night," she smiled, "It was special. Then when I saw you holding her hand, I thought you must have called her for a booty call after I left."

"I didn't call her for a booty call," I assured her truthfully.

She smiled, "I'm glad you didn't. I'm sorry."

She leaned and kissed me, "I have to figure you out," she said, "How you fit, because I can see myself getting a bit crazy."

"Celia," I assured her, "When I'm with you, you're the only thing on my mind. I promise you that."

I knew when I said it that it was the truth. It was odd for me to admit that to myself. I knew I'd have to look at my relationships differently. I had to be honest. I couldn't hide things. The half truths I was giving her were not at all satisfying. I closed my eyes and focused on her and kissed her tenderly.

"I can't be monogamous," I said pulling back from the kiss, "So how can I communicate to you how special you are to me, without making you crazy when you see me with someone else?"

"Why can't you be monogamous?" She asked, "I'm curious, is there something about me that isn't enough."

"It's not you." I said.

I was struggling, it would be so easy to lock my eyes on her and push into a trance. Force my will on her. I could enthrall her in several different ways to bind her to me, and rid myself of all the questions. I also knew her questions were important, she needed answers, not misdirection.

"You could tell her the truth," a tiny voice inside my brain said, "let her know everything, then she can decide what she wants."

"I'm an incubus." I said evenly, holding her eyes.

She looked back at me, then chuckled, "You're good, Rick. You almost had me."

I lifted an eyebrow, then walked to the door. I bent and locked the doors then closed the shutters.

"What are you..." she started

Her words in her throat as I flashed to my true form. Over seven feet tall, waving tail, marooned scaled flesh, and dark talons tipping my fingers. She was awestruck. I carefully unfurled my wings. I revealed my full glory.

"Sex demon," I said in a deep voice.

She fainted.

I shot forward, my right wing curling to catch her, scattering a display of chips. My hand caught her head before it smacked the ground. I flashed back to my mundane form.

She regained consciousness quickly, eyes blinking. She must have inhaled remnants of my pheromones because her cheeks flushed and nipples hardened. She looked at me then pushed back to crawl away, in a panic.

"What the fuck are you?" She growled turning half away from me, and glaring at me over her shoulder.

"I'm fae, an eternal magical creature that feeds off of sexual energy," admitting fully to her my true nature.

"You're a demon?" She said, relaxing as in my normal form I wasn't near as threatening.

"Demon is such a pejorative word." I said, attempting a comforting smile.

"I'm an incubus," I continued, "that's what we call fae like myself, energy feeders come in many types. Vampires need blood energy. Nymphs draw energy from nature. I feed off of sexual energy."

"You read too many fantasy novels as a kid," she said, eyes narrowing, "you're a nerd admit it."

I looked at her blankly, puzzled, I didn't know how to respond. Then she broke into a grin.

"Your face right now," she laughed. "You're totally cool with being a demonic looking sex god. But don't dare call you a nerd"

She laughed and crawled over to me and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me and cupped my stubbled jaw in her hands.

"You don't reveal that to everyone, do you?" She asked, "But I'm special, and you wanted me to know."

"Busted," I said, "I can't lie to you, I don't want to, but I also can't. I'm not sure why."

She thought pensively, then looked at me, "Did you fuck Sammi this morning?"

"Yes,"and her eyebrow raised, "but at her house, not mine." I shrugged, and continued, "Sex demon. It's like breathing."

"So you can deceive, but not lie," she accused, "Do you love her?"

"Yes," I said, feeling I was trapped in Wonder Woman's lariat, "I am polyamorous by nature, I love many. It's literally what that word means."

"Do you love me?" She asked, continuing her third degree.

"Yes," I said, and knew it must be true as the words left my lips, "I love you."

She smiled, then her eyes grew serious, "Are you a nerd?"

"Guilty," I smiled, then lowered my eyes, "You've discovered my true nature."

She laughed then kissed me, and wrapped her arms around me. Then looked at me.

"I think I love you too," she said, "I have to wrap my mind around what that means. I've never loved a supernatural being before."

"I am glad you know," I confessed, "I don't want to keep secrets from you. I need to feed, and I can't feed just from you. I would destroy you."

"So... it's not just an excuse," she reasoned, "You're screwing other girls so you don't kill me."

"That's one way of looking at it." I agreed.

Celia half-smiled nodding her understanding. Then I stood up and together we cleaned up the scattered chip display. Then I fixed the blinds and unlocked the door. She returned behind the counter, and I went to my side. We both sipped our coffee in silence. It felt like that's how we both liked to process things.

"So what do you plan to do today," she asked, taking the last bite of her pastry."

"I want to introduce myself to another resident of our building." I said, "She works in the coffee shoppe."

"Lana?" Celia asked, then looked me up and down, "Yeah, I can see that."

"What do you know?" I asked, "give me some intel."

"She is a freak, kinda hippy, parents were all in the free love movement," she related, "We've had lunch before, shared gossip. She's bi, just so you know. I'm not. She's fun though."

"I feel like there is a, 'but,' coming," I said.

Celia looked at me, "She would be good for you, no strings whatsoever." she said, then continued, avoiding the word, "Don't expect me to be thrilled about your plans to fuck other girls. I can accept that you need to. I don't need to know every detail."

"That's fair," I said, "You know I'll answer any question honestly. You can decide on the questions. I was answering your question."

She sighed and looked at the countertop, "This is going to be hard for me," she said, "I will struggle with it, even if I know what you are. That's my nature."

"I understand, Celia," I said.

"Are you free tonight?" she asked, trying to find a better way to ask the question.

"After 10 PM I should be," I said, I didn't think Rachael would want to stay over.

"Would you like to stay the night with me?" she asked carefully.

"I would," I said, "Tonight will be just for you."

"Try not to be too late," she smiled, then came around her counter, "And shower first."

She hugged me, then pressed up on her toes to kiss me. Her fingers curled behind my head. I hugged her around the small of her back. Kissing tenderly, lightly, promisingly.

"Mmm, have a good day, Rick," she said.

I winked as she looked over her shoulder then was out the door, and crossing the street. Walking back up the steps into the building. I went to the elevator, and pressed the number for Lana's floor. I didn't have anything else to do, though in the back of my mind, I know I needed to think about the building, the venue, planning for that. I understood that Sammi would set up a meeting with the clients. So I was in a holding pattern waiting for more information.

I checked my energy level. It was normal, maybe a bit low. My time with Sammi was fulfilling, but being fae on fae, the sexual energy was already magickal. The last human feeding was Aisha, and I felt slightly hungry. The elevator doors opened and I went down the hall. I remembered her room number because she had told it to me so many times. It made me smile a bit.

I knocked on the door, and waited.

There was a pause, then a mumbled, "Be right there," then another grumbled, "Fuck."

A few seconds later, Lana opened her door. She peered past the edge, then saw me, and opened it wider. She had on a dressing gown, but it wouldn't be correct to say she was wearing it. The tie was loose, and I could see the sides of her well proportioned cups and then bare flesh the rest of the way down.

"Up here, cowboy," she said, with a lilt in her voice.

"Right," I said, lifting my eyes to her and focusing, "You said something about a fuck?"

She broke into a smile, and reached to pull me inside. Closing the door behind me.

"I like the way you think, Rick," she smiled, "You don't mind sharing do you?"

She pulled me into her room, and lying back on the bed was a brunette with large full breasts. She was cupping them, playing with her nipples, then turned her head to look at me. Her green eyes sparkled, as she let her eyes take a lingering journey up my body.

"Chels, this is Rick," Lana said, her fingers working at my belt, " Rick this is Chelsea, a friend of mine in town from England."

"Charmed, Rick," Chelsea said, turning onto her belly, her breasts pillowed against the mattress and revealing her deep cleavage.

"Likewise," I said, "I hope I'm not interrupting."

I pulled off my shirt, as Lana had my pants already to my ankles. Soon only my boxer briefs were on. The thick outline of my cock under my briefs was between Lana's fingers as she stroked it. I looked down at Lana then back to Chelsea.

Lana was older, late thirties. She gave off a MILF vibe, though I doubt she had children. Chelsea was younger, early to mid twenties, with fabulous curves, in contrast to Lana's lean frame and modest breasts. Lana's hair was a short pixie cut, of vibrant red color. Chelsea's hair was a lush light brunette falling past her shoulders.

I hooked my fingers in my shorts, and pushed them down. Lana grinned as her fingers found the flesh of my cock, and stroked, then using that as a handle pulled me to her bed.

"Chelsea is a flight attendant," Lana said, crawling up beside her friend.

I crawled up on Chelsea's other side, "I need to get more frequent flier miles," I growled.

I combed my fingers into Chelsea's brown mane of hair, then kissed her. Chelsea twisted towards me kissing back eagerly. Lana lowered her mouth to capture one of Chelsea's firm nipples with her lips.

My growl seemed to make her shudder, as I pressed my tongue into Chelsea's mouth. Chelsea's hand pressed against my chest, then traveled down over my muscular chest and abdomen. It was my turn to shudder as her hand found my cock, and stroked it. Chelsea parted the kiss and looked up at me with a glint in her eyes,

"Long..." She managed to make that word last five seconds, "flights make me hungry,"

Then she opened her mouth and sucked my swollen knob between her lips. Her eyes rolled back as she licked along my foreskin, pressing it back."

"Fuck, you taste divine," she said, licking her lips.

She stroked me with one hand, and sucked and bobbed on my cock with the other. Lana had kissed her way to Chelsea's smooth bare mound. Lana's bottom was facing me, and I slapped her ass firmly. She moaned into Chelsea's sex, and pressed her hips back, inviting another firm slap on her pert bottom.

I cupped Lana's pussy, my fingers slipping over her bare lips. I recalled from seeing her at the doorway, she had a red landing strip. I was reminded of Rachael, and our date later. It was going to be a good day.

I moaned as I felt Chelsea's fingers cup my heavy balls, and milk my testicles. She was pressing her mouth onto my swollen cock, trying to fit it into her mouth. My free hand gripped the back of her head to press her firmly into my groin. She nodded with a moan that made my flesh tingle as my head pressed into her throat.

"Fuck" I said.

All I got in response was moans and whines in response, as my partners both had their mouths full. I leaned towards Lana, as my fingers spread and opened her lips. I twisted slowly, so Chelsea could continue practicing her masterful oral skills. I laid on the bed, completing a triangle of bodies. I reached up to grip Lana's ass and pull her down. The lips of my mouth pressed between the lips of her pussy, and she arched her head back.

"Oh fuck, yes," she said, grinding into my mouth.

Her head settled back down. I felt Chelsea moan as Lana's tongue returned to her clit. I groaned at the sensation flowing over my shaft. I fed on triple the energy. With just two people I fed on only my partners expressed energy. With three I felt both of their lust, and fed on both their energy. My magic reflected back part of the energy into my partners. The lust in the room was cycling higher and higher.

Chelsea crawled forward, stroking my dick. Her thumb rolling over my glans spreading her drool. I felt Lana shift over me, twisting to follow Chelsea as she crawled forward. Then I felt Lana's tongue sweep along my crown, and moan. Her rock hard nipples pressed against my abdomen, and she tried to consume my whole cock. Chelsea continued to shift, as I pressed two fingers into Lana's opening and she ground down. Her eagerness to be filled had me add a third, and she arched back.

Chelsea took the opportunity to straddle my waist. I felt her hand press my crown between her wet lips, thick with arousal. I shifted to drive my cock into her, as she lowered down. I fucked Lana's cunt with three fingers, my tongue flicking over her clit. I felt Lana shift, her head arching. I could sense Chelsea's hands in Lana's hair. She shuddered, while I felt Lana's chin against my cock. I cycled my hips to thrust deeper into Chelsea. Chelsea gyrated her hips, making my cock stir deep inside her.

Lana rose up, I felt her breasts lift from my abdomen. Then, as I thrust harder, I felt her hard points tap into my flesh with each stroke. Her mouth was glued to Chelsea's breast consuming one of her hard nipples. I couldn't see it, but I could tell.

"Fuck, Lana, suck harder. Fuck." Chelsea encouraged her friend.

I smiled as her words confirmed how we were connected. Lana started to buck, and I curled my fingers against her spot, milking just under where my tongue was flattened into her clit. My nose was wedged between her lips, inhaling the heady scent of her sex. She grunted, then I felt her cunt clench around my fingers. Her hips jerked and I felt her squirt. I moved my mouth to capture the stream. I used my other thumb to circle her clit as my three fingers continued to milk inside her. She shuddered through a series of orgasms, then pressed forward to escape my fingers.

While Lana was curled beside us, her thighs clenching and mouth open in a silent moan, I focused on Chelsea. Her breasts bounced as she rode my cock. Her flesh was flushed as she watched Lana then looked at me lustfully.

I sat forward and grabbed her thighs. She arched back as I pulled her, then crabbed forward. I rolled her onto her back, her thighs spreading out as I knelt between them. I spread my knees apart, and rolled my hips. Through the reversal of our positions, my cock remained embedded in her cunt. I pressed her knees back, until they were beside her full breasts, then I took complete control.

She was bent in half, held open to my thrusts by my firm hands and arms. She tossed her head back as I thrust harder, deeper, faster. Her eyes flared and locked on mine, then fluttered as my head slid past a sensitive spot. I focused my thrusts to press into that spot over and over. Her head was tossing back and forth. I pulled a hand up to grip her throat. Her look of lust as I held her under me was all the consent I needed.