Sexualis Lamia Ch. 03

He started stroking her hair again, making a shushing sound to calm her. "No, not at all. I just need to reclaim the city from those that overthrew me. But it will take time and I'll need to gather allies. I'll have to make sure I have support before I fully come out of hiding, till then I'll still return here most dawns. When the time comes that I can return to my real home I may just take you with me..."

His voice trailed off. She could tell that what he had just said was true, but that he might not have realized it till he said it out loud. Jane wiggled in closer, assured that he wouldn't leave her, but jealous none the less at the idea of him being with another.

Almost as if he had read her mind he kept talking. "That's not to say I would never leave you. Right now you fascinate me, but if you ever grow boring I would lose interest and abandon you. And you would never find me again once I was gone." His voice grew more firm. "And I find dealing with jealousy to be both destructive and tediously boring. I can't tell you how to feel, but I will demand you keep any such feelings to yourself."

"Yes, Master," she whispered, snaking her arms around him and pulling him closer to her. She was suddenly afraid she would lose him, and vowed to get her jealous feelings quickly under control.

* * *

The next day after class Jane's friend Aubrey stopped her. "Jane, wait! We need to catch up, babe. A couple weeks ago you were coming out with the girls every night and finally coming out of your nerdy little flower. Then you just up and disappeared. Samantha thinks you chickened out and have retreated back to your parent's house to hide, but I've got a bet going that you found a man. Well, am I right?"

Jane looked her friend up and down. She wasn't sure at first what to tell her. Her impulse was to lie, do anything to protect the truth. But then she remembered that Aubrey, more than any of the other girls in her social clique, had been nice to her for the most part. She had earned at least part of the truth.

"Yeah," Jane finally said. "I met a guy."

"He must be a good one," Aubrey said, giving her a conspiratorial wink. "They way you were sleeping around there for a bit, he must be a monster in the sack to keep your interest."

"You have no idea," Jane said. She walked with Aubrey for a bit, making small talk. As they talked her mind began to wander and for the first time she began to look at Aubrey not as just a friend, but as a woman as well.

Aubrey was short and plump much like her; with breasts almost, but not quite, as big as her own. But unlike the white skinned Jane, Aubrey was African America, although her skin was a light tone that was more golden brown then black. She had round, soft facial features that made her look far younger then she really was, although her large breasts ensured no one mistook her for being underage. Her eyes were large and round, her nose small and almost child like. But she had large, plump lips that reminded the world that she was a sexually active adult.

The main difference between Jane and Aubrey wasn't in their skin tone, no it was in how they carried themselves and how they acted. Jane had always hated being called cute, desiring to be seen as sexy even when she had been shy, nervous, and hiding from the world. But Aubrey, she had always reveled in being cute. She wore cute clothes, cute jewelry, and she wore her long frizzy hair in two cute braided pig tails. She even covered her possessions with stickers of cute anime characters. Yet somehow she took that cuteness and turned it into something sexual, some sexy.

Until that moment Jane had never been able to look past how sickeningly cute Aubrey was to look at her as a sexual being. But something had changed. Women were suddenly interesting sexual creatures to her, and Aubrey was present and familiar. Suddenly, Jane could see how someone who found her body pleasing could find Aubrey's pleasing.

Partially she was thinking of herself. She had spent a lot of time watching herself in the mirror, learning to love the look of her naked form in mid coitus. But mainly she was thinking of her Master. What if she were to bring Aubrey to him? If the other women he fucked and drained were ones she brought to him it might help her deal with her jealousy, maybe even remove it completely.

"Hey, Aubrey, how would you like to meet my new boyfriend? Be the first in our little group to get the privilege of deciding whether you approve or disapprove?" Jane knew the last bit would seal the deal. Their group of friends was very catty and loved being able to tell one another why, exactly, their current boyfriends weren't good enough.

Aubrey's large eyes lit up. "You mean I can meet him before Samantha? Hells ya!"

Samantha was their clique's alpha. Not letting her meet him first would be a total social taboo, but right then Jane didn't care. She smiled, Aubrey missing how predatory the expression was. "How about you come over to my place tomorrow night, a bit after sunset? He actually lives just down the road from me. I'll let him know we're coming over, maybe he'll make dinner for us or something."

All of it was a lie. He certainly wasn't going to make them dinner, they would BE dinner. Jane didn't even plan on telling her Master she was bringing company; she wanted it to be a treat. She wanted to show what a good pet she was.

* * *

Jane had to dress in proper clothing, needing to convince her friend they were going to her boyfriend's house for dinner. She had on a tight pair of black yoga pants and the low cut top with built in breast support she had been wearing the night she first met her Master. She wore no underwear under the outfit, something her friend wouldn't be able to tell unless she looked really hard.

Aubrey was dressed in tight jeans, a cute pink tank top with a loose fitting hoodie over it. Jane was happy to see the hoodie was unzipped partially and that plenty of her friend's ample, lightly mocha colored cleavage was showing.

Together the two young women walked down the street under the night sky. "Sorry we're not getting started till so late. He works weird hours, and I wanted to make sure he had time to clean up after work."

"Sure, no worries Jane. You know I don't mind being up late, especially if there's going to be wine. There IS going to be wine, isn't there?"

"Yeah, of course," Jane lied. "Oh, here we are!"

Aubrey stopped and looked at the home before her. "Damn, this really IS right down the street. Place looks kind of abandoned," she said. "And it looks like the only light on is in the entry way, you sure he's home? And that this is even the right place?"

Jane waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, it's fine. He just moved in and most of his stuff isn't even here yet. And he likes to save electricity, once we are inside he'll turn more lights on."

"Er... okay, Jane. Whatever you say."

If Jane really was taking Aubrey to meet her new boyfriend she would have just made a very bad first impression. But she was taking Aubrey to meet her Master, and he would be able to make a memorable first impression all on his own, no matter what her friend already thought.

As they stepped up to the front door Jane's heart began to race. She was suddenly filled with doubt. What if her Master wasn't pleased with the surprise? What if he grew angry that she had brought a stranger into his home? Jane turned and looked at Aubrey. She was standing in shadow, the streetlight behind her. One look at the outline of her impressive bust and Jane new she was doing the right thing.

She turned around and opened the door, telling Aubrey to enter. Jane quickly followed behind her, closing the door and locking it just in case.

Aubrey didn't seem to notice her friend locking her in, instead she was looking around with a disapproving on her face. "I guess you weren't lying about him having just moved in. The place barely looks lived in. So where is he?" She started to turn back to face Jane but the door to the basement flew open, followed by a rush of air. A fraction of a second later the sexual vampire, Jane's Master, was standing tall, angry, and very naked before Aubrey.

He glared at Aubrey. Jane watched as her friend's body froze in place, her muscles becoming instantly rigid as she stared up at the tall figure before her. Jane had counted on this, assuming Aubrey would be held motionless by her Master's gaze, just like she had been when she had first met him.

She walked around her friend, taking in the sight. Aubrey looked like a living statue frozen in time. Her eyes were open wide in surprise, but her large pouty lips closed tightly. The man looming before her stepped slightly to the side, drawing nearer to Jane. Aubrey's eyes followed him, her head turning slightly and lolling to side as it did. It made her look confused as well as surprised.

"Who is this woman," he asked Jane in a cold voice that was simmering with anger, all while he kept his eyes fixed on Aubrey's. Jane saw that they were glowing. Had they glowed that first night? She didn't remember them doing that then.

"Why have you brought her into my home," he said, his voice full of supernatural command.

Jane felt her body stiffen and felt herself beginning to answer. She fought against the compulsion to blurt an answer out. It took great willpower and left her sweaty and shaking. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, then walked behind Aubrey so she was standing before her Master's line of sight.

She stepped up, pressing her body against the frozen form of her friend. She stood up on her toes and put her face on Aubrey's shoulder, pressing her face against hers. His eyes remained locked on Aubrey's, but it felt slightly like they were looking at each other now.

"Relax, Master. I brought her here for you. You said you needed another woman to feed from, and I thought you would enjoy her. She's a friend of mine, and I was able to get her here without her growing suspicious." She spoke with controlled slowness, quietly snaking her hands up the back of Aubrey's shirt and unclasping her bra.

"I thought you would appreciate these," she said, reaching around Aubrey's front and pulling her clothing up. She felt her friends large breasts fall free from her bra and imagined them bouncing prettily before her master.

His eyes immediately moved down to take in the exposed breasts hanging before him. His angry expression softened, then he smiled. "Well, well, you've taken some pleasing initiative, my pet. Could you be trying to prove you're no longer jealous?"

"Maybe," Jane said playfully, lifting Aubrey's clothing up over her head and off her body. Her arms were limp and easy to move, and once they were free of her sleeves they fell back down to her sides. Jane walked around and stood next to her Master, eager to see her friend topless.

Her first thought was that Aubrey's breasts were weird. Now that her bra was removed and they were free to take their natural shape she saw that although they probably filled the same cup size as her, they were shaped totally different.

Jane would have described her own breasts as "fat". They were overlarge on her short body. They hung heavily down her front, like two large misshapen fleshy pancakes. But over the past weeks she had grown to appreciate how pleasing her body was. She was white, but her skin had always been more naturally tan then most (although she seemed to have grown paler in recent weeks). Her nipples were even darker, not a light pink color but a reddish brown flesh tone that made them stand out in stark contrast against the rest of her large breasts. And as her nipples were rather on the large size this only made them look bigger.

Looking at breasts that were so similar to hers, yet so different, was disorienting at first. Aubrey's flesh was a faded mocha color. Her breasts, unlike Jane's, were surprisingly perky for their size. They still hung heavily down her front, their sheer weight already losing the ongoing war with gravity and age, but instead of taking the shape of a fleshy pancake like tear drop they were plump ovals, wider then they were long but very round.

Strangest of all, to Jane's eyes, were Aubrey's nipples. Her areolas were huge, nearly the size of Jane's palm, yet the nubs of her nipples were tiny. They were hard and erect, reacting to the cool breeze blowing through the room, but even hard they were barely raised up from her areolas. And her areolas were strange in ways other than their massive circumference. They were nearly the same color as her breasts, making it hard to tell where the edge of each nipple ended and her breast began.

"Do you like them?" Jane asked, not sure if he would find the differences pleasing.

"Yesssssss..." He hissed. She looked over at him and saw that his cock had grown large and erect. She was filled with a raging burst of jealousy, but she swallowed it down. Instinctively she realized she'd need to take an active part in what happened that night to keep the rage monster inside her at bay.

Looking at Aubrey she noticed that her friend was still staring blankly in front of herself. Her head was cocked to the side, her eyes still wide in surprise. Her plump lips had parted slightly, adding to the general look of utter stupefaction on her face.

"Is she okay?" Jane asked, worry in her voice.

"Yes, she's just had her mind temporarily... well, turned off. I did this to you if you recall."

"Yeah," Jane said, "But only when I was looking you in the eye. As soon as you looked away I was able to move."

"Well," he said with a shrug, "I was much weaker then."

Jane could tell he was telling only half of the truth, but she pushed the thought aside for now. "You want to fuck her tits," she said simply.

"Yes," he replied.

She took a deep breath, centering herself. "Well okay then, let's do that. But I'm going to get undressed first." Once her clothes were off she walked behind Aubrey. Her Master still stood in front of her, but he was watching Jane not Aubrey. He seemed to be waiting to see what she would do.

Placing her hands on Aubrey's shoulders, Jane forced her friend down onto her knees. Her body gave very little resistance. It was almost like posing a human doll, one that would stay in any position it was put in. Jane then got down on her knees behind Aubrey, reaching around her and gently grabbing hold of her breasts.

Jane had never touched another woman's breasts and found the act odd and arousing at the same time. Aubrey's breasts were far firmer then hers. Because of this it was less of a struggle to grab and lift them than it would have been to do the same thing with her own soft and malleable breasts. She held Aubrey's breasts up, as if presenting her Master with a present. "Here you go, all for you."

"Thank you, my pet," he said as he took a step closer. "But I'll need to get my cock wet before I start." He repositioned himself so his dick was aimed at her face and moved forward.

She happily opened her mouth and took his manhood inside of her. Once she felt him reach the back of her throat she wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to suck him off, making she her saliva flowed thick and messily. She closed her eyes and savored the warm sensation that flowed into her wherever her body touched his. She snaked her tongue around his cock feeling electric sparks of pleasure burst into her mouth. And she inhaled deeply, taking in the dizzying, sweet, heady smell of his cock.

Jane was only marginally aware that her cheeks were pressed up against Aubrey's as her head moved back and forth on her Master's shaft. In that moment she cared only for pleasuring him, and feeling the pleasure his touch gave her. But then he had pulled away, his large cock dripping thick strings of saliva, her head cleared and she remembered her enthralled friend was with her.

He stepped back in front of the kneeling woman and placed his cock between Aubrey's breasts. Jane still held them in her hands, and as soon as his cock was in place she wrapped them tightly around his shaft. She looked up and saw him stretch, placing his hands behind his head as he began to thrust his hips, sending his cock sliding up and down between her breasts. Jane ensured her tits remained pleasurably wrapped around him as he fucked them.

Before long his hips were moving faster, and she knew he was cresting towards orgasm. Aubrey's breasts were new and were getting him off fast. Jane had seen this before, he seemed to get off much faster the first time he did something sexual with Jane. The more they used a particular act or position the longer it would take him to get off from it.

Just before he started to cum he grabbed his cock and swatted Jane's hands away. He grabbed Aubrey by the head and forced his cock into her mouth, pressing himself deep into her throat. The dazed woman gagged slightly, but then he began to ejaculate and her body relaxed.

Jane understood, she'd experienced the same thing. His cum wasn't semen, but some amazingly delicious supernatural drug that could calm and befuddle the person. And it seemed to be able to have different effects on the woman ingesting it depending on her Master's mood and desires. She wondered what he would make this load of cum do to Aubrey.

He pulled his long cock out of her mouth causing Aubrey to cough slightly. She looked around as if waking from her mentally frozen state. But her eyes still looked distant, as if she were lost in a waking dream. After a moment her eyes locked in on the sexual vampire's cock.

Holding it above her head, he stroked it slightly. Jane watched as a small stream of cum began to trickle, not spurt, out of the head. "Drink," he told Aubrey. She eagerly leaned forward, took his cock back in her mouth, and began to drink. He held the base of his cock, massaging it slightly, as Aubrey continued to swallow as if a steady of stream of cum were being leaking into her mouth.

This continued for far longer than Jane had ever seen him cum, but she was unsurprised. There was nothing he could do that would surprise her. "Come stand next to me," he told Jane as Aubrey continued to drink from his cock. She did as she was told.

A moment later he spoke. "Enough." He pulled his cock out of Aubrey's plump limps.

She smacked them and made a pleased, "mmmmmmm," sound as if she had just finished a sweet desert of some kind. She looked up at the man before her and smiled. "What would you like now?" she asked in a voice that was almost her own, yet slightly off.

Jane furrowed her brow. "What did you do to her? She's acting almost normal now, but doesn't seem at all concerned by what's going on."

"I've ensorcelled her mind," he said plainly. "As long as I keep my mental grip on it she will be my thrall, doing whatever I say and living solely to please me. And when I'm done with her and release my mental grip I can make her forgot what has transpired if I wish."

"Oh," Jane said. "Is that what you've done to me?" Her heart turned to ice. Was everything she felt for her Master the result of some magical control over her mind, all of it to be forgotten once he grew bored of her?

"No Jane. I actually tried to ensorcell you multiple times and none of them have worked. At first I thought it was because I was too weak. I really was dying, starving to death. But I'm nearly at my full strength now and you are somehow immune to many of my powers. I couldn't control you this way even if I wanted to. But this is not the time to talk of such things; I believe your gorgeous, big titted friend here asked me a question." He looked down at her. "I want you to pleasure my cock with your hands and your mouth and especially your beautiful breasts."