Shadow School Ch. 03

Kristie inhaled air, realizing she had forgotten to breathe. She had to admit that was a pretty damn good kiss. It actually left her a little dazed. Through the haze she noted three things. One, there were no fangs; two, the kiss was hot, not cold; and three, he left her the moment she tasted blood. Her imagination had conjured up the idea of vampires thanks to all the books she read and even some of the anime she watched, but he'd fit none of the stereotypes.

So, she was alive, and wasn't some meal down here in the underbelly of SVMC. But she had still been kissed out of nowhere. What the Hell?

Daman cleared his throat and took a few steps away. "My apologies."

"S'ok." She said, reliving that moment over and over in her brain like it was on instant replay and fast forward. That was probably the hottest thing she'd ever experienced in her life, but damn. Why did it happen in the first place?

He took a few more steps before turning back to her. "Are you coming?"

Kristie looked up at him. Daman was bathed in the firelight of the torch. What was she doing? What was that all about? She started to wonder if the only way to get a scholarship was to get busy with your Head of House.

"Yeah," she said, standing up straighter and walking to him. When he turned to lead her away, Kristie felt her swollen, abused lips with the tips her of fingers, and completely forgot about the wall.

When they reached the end of the hallway they were greeted by a huge door that looked like something out of a mummy movie. There wasn't a key.

Daman turned to her and raised an arm.

She slid back a step. "Woah okay, look. That was great and all, but a little awkward. Hot, but awkward. So don't get any more ideas okay, because really you're not my type. And on top of that, you're like my elder or something," which was sort of true though he only looked a few years older than her, "and I don't want you thinking I'm coming to this institution so you can get some tail. And if that's what this college scholarship is about, then count me out."

Daman eyed Kristie as the words left her mouth in a rush. "Actually, I was just reaching for the control panel to open the doors..."

Kristie's mouth opened slightly, staring at him as his words reached her ears but took longer to reach her brain. That wasn't exactly the response she'd been expecting. She looked behind her and on the wall was a keypad disguised to look like the stone walls of the hallway. Her cheeks flushed.

"But now I'm curious... what is your type?" Daman's had was still raised, unmoving as he watched her squirm.

"Uh, I'm sorry. That was rude of me. Don't get me wrong, you're good looking, very... good looking, and I'm sure all the ladies like you, love you even, but I..." Kristie couldn't feel the sentence.

"You don't find me appealing."

"No. Yes! I mean, I just said you were hot it's just..." How the hell was she supposed to be comfortable discussing this with someone who was the equivalent of a professor?

"You... have a boyfriend."

"No..."

"Then you have-"

"I like girls." Kristie just blurted it out. She didn't mean to, but her edit button suddenly wasn't working properly. Weird.

Silence hung in air until Daman smiled and dropped his hand. "I like girls too."

Kristie laughed uncomfortably.

He stepped closer to her and she clenched her jaw, wondering how to avoid a repeat of the earlier moment. "Kristie, I'm not asking you to give up anything you are. And I have no problem with your interest in females." His face got closer to hers until she could feel his breath on her skin. "All I ask is that you consider me as well."

Kristie was truly starting to become alarmed by the haze clouding her thoughts. "I..."

"It was your energy I felt in the kiss, not just mine. If you seriously cannot accept what I am offering, what the school is offering... you are free to go." Daman eyed her, waiting for a response.

Kristie heard his words, thinking there was something not quite right about the sentence but she couldn't figure it out. Her mind was fogging up and she couldn't focus on anything but this thrumming pulse in her blood. The panic she'd dismissed earlier was back, but it was muted.

She looked up at Daman, those intense silver eyes were still on her, still watching, though this time the expression was almost amused. "As I said earlier... my apologies."

"What?" Kristie was still looking at his face but her focus was on the vibrations of her body. It was like that time she and Dylan had huffed nitrous out of a balloon at a concert. The pulses her body felt, only for an instant, made her lose every care in the world. Which is what happens when you kill off lots of brain cells all at once. Silly, but cool as Hell.

This pulse however... this new beat her body was dancing to... was something else. Less intense, but it was building... Building to a point in her stomach... a heat spreading to...

Oh. "My apologies" he had said. Daman had done this to her.

"This isn't exactly the ideal place for this, but... well... after studying the sacred paintings there's really no turning back." Daman stepped back from her, crossing to the other side of the doorway. It wasn't large, only a few feet from where she stood.

He watched her. Expecting. Expecting what?

"You know, my blood would not have this affect on you if you were not the least bit attracted to me." His blood? In her mouth... "You would have continued the conversation as we made our way to my office and I would have answered all of your questions honestly. That's our policy here. Honesty"

Kristie managed a snarky retort. "Well that is the best policy," but it came out of her mouth without the usual oomph she put behind her sarcasm. She heard him but her mind was elsewhere. Mainly she was wondering why he had moved away from her. She was sure he had been about to kiss her again.

Daman smiled. "Did you like my kiss?" When she didn't reply, he continued, "because there are more where those came from. But I only assert myself once... to show my interest. From there, if a kiss is wanted... well, it must be your request, not mine."

Kristie watched his mouth as he spoke. His lips, full and... oh God what had she gotten herself in to? She fought it, the ever-oncoming haze clouding her judgment, but... every time he said kiss, she couldn't help but think of the way his lips felt, pressed against hers. She hated lazy kisses and his...

She suddenly realized he was offering her more. What was she doing just standing over here?

Daman smiled wickedly as she approached him. Kristie sped her pace so that by the time she reached him, her momentum crushed her body against his. She went immediately for his lips but was blocked by his index finger. Its position, held up just before her mouth found his, made her pull up short. She looked down at the offending digit and had the sudden desire to nibble it.

Fucking. Nibble. It.

She was doomed.

"First," Daman said, not removing his finger. "What is it you want?" His voice was annoyingly calm.

She didn't take her eye off the obstacle when she answered. "A kiss."

"From whom, would you like this kiss?"

Kristie fought the urge to roll her eyes and answered through gritted teeth, "yours." The pounding in her blood was building within her.

Daman removed the finger slowly as he said, "Ask, and you shall receive."

Eyeing his lips hungrily, as they moved. The words had danced from his mouth. She asked.

"May I kiss you?"

Daman leaned forward just a hint and she took that as a yes. Kristie crushed her lips to his as he had done earlier, and her body sung with the triumph of contact. It was such an amazing feeling she was starting to not really care if he'd done this to her with... with what, did he say? His blood?

Their kiss was hot and wet, and this time Kristie clasped his head between her hands, her fingers running over his extremely short-cropped hair, the texture making the nerves at her fingertips burn. When she had crushed her body to his, she had inadvertently straddled one of Daman's legs, so her thigh was pressed into his crotch. She could feel cock harden against her leg as they kissed.

And the kiss.

Oh hell, she could get used to this. Maybe she was wrong about only liking girls. Maybe she was bi. Of course this was probably only because he spiked her bloodstream somehow and if that was the case, she'd like more. She had, after all, asked for a party life at college. Well, here, with Daman, this was some party.

Daman raised his leg a little more, propping his foot against the wall. He broke the kiss. "I can smell your arousal," he said, which should have put her off but only made her want more. "Rub yourself on me."

Kristie obeyed eagerly. What she didn't expect was the intensity of the reaction her skin had when she made contact with his leg. She could feel herself against him, her tight jeans causing such a delicious friction that she gasped. She began riding Daman's thigh, grinding herself against him, and with her leg pressed between his legs as well, she was clearly giving him the same pleasurable friction.

Daman gritted his teeth and looked down to where their bodies met. For a moment, they simply felt each other connecting over and over again with each of her thrusts.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"More." Kristie answered without even having to think.

"More what?"

"More... more touching."

It was like she'd taken the best E at some rave party. But there was no music. Just the steady beat of her pulse thrumming in her ears and through where their bodies were connected. She grabbed Daman's hand and shoved it roughly against her chest. She knew she didn't have much for him to grab on to, but it was enough of a handful for the girls she'd been with. Daman's hand however, was the largest that had ever come into contact with that particular area. She suddenly wished she had a chest like Melanie's.

"You're beautiful," Daman said. It was the second time he'd answered a thought of hers. He massaged her breast, causing the material beneath his fingers to rub over her sensitive nipples.

The friction growing in her pussy was becoming more and more intense. "I want... unh..." she whimpered a little "I want..." she felt a build coming from deep within her. Her clit rubbed against him each time she rocked and it was seriously starting to throb.

Daman leaned forward and nibbled on her ear, his hot mouth branding her. His voice was soft. "What do you want?"

"Taste," was all Kris could get out. She pushed herself against him harder, grinding her pussy onto his thigh. His cock was straining in his pants. "Your lips... hot... on my skin."

Daman growled a little at this and dropped his leg so suddenly that the loss of friction made her moan in disappointment. That was before she was whipped around and pressed hard against the wall. His lips were on hers again and she only regretted the loss of friction between her legs a little.

Releasing her lips, Daman said "lift your shirt" before pressing against her once more, shoving his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. She found herself kissing him back, her tongue caressing his with each stroke of the deep kiss.

Again, Kristie did as she was told, starting to like this little game they played. If it were a game. Something about this situation seemed serious... dangerous... like playing with fire. She wondered what would happen if she refused and Daman growled. God that was sexy.

She lifted her shirt to the middle of her stomach. Kristie felt Daman's hand slide beneath it, his fingers ducking deftly under her bra to grasp her naked breast roughly. He pressed himself closer to her, the hard bulge in his pants making sweet contact with her jeans, forcing her panties to rub against her clit again. She moaned into his mouth.

"Higher," he ordered, his lips refusing to leave hers as he rubbed himself against her. When she lifted her shirt higher, her bra came with the material to her chest, freeing her breasts to the cool air of the hallway.

Daman released her mouth again, leaving her panting, and she felt his lips clamp down on one of her nipples. His other hand continued to massage her breast, each getting an exquisite amount of detailed attention. His tongue circled the bud, flicking over it, before he latched down again and sucked. His hand continued to taunt her other nipple, his thumb running over the tip before his fingers joined in to lightly tug on the sensitive flesh.

She watched him play with her breasts in the firelight of the torches, still in awe at how fast their journey down the hallway had escalated into such incredible pleasure. And with a man.

"What do you want?" Daman asked, switching to the other breast the same attention with his mouth.

"Your hand..." she said, mesmerized by his actions, "your other hand..."

"Where do you want it?"

Kristie couldn't believe he was just doing everything she asked. "I want it on me..." she gasped as his teeth grazed her nipple. "Down there. I want you to touch me." Was it her or did she sound like she was starting to beg?

Oh who cared! His hand was creeping down the plain of her stomach, the contrast of his dark skin to her creamy paleness a fascinating site, even more so as his hand disappeared beneath the waistline of her jeans. She knew it would be a tight fit, despite her jeans being a bit loose on her, so she decided to unbutton them herself. Why impede what was to come?

At that she giggled a little and he growled again against her breast. Her laughter cut off quickly as his fingers found her throbbing clit. "Oh." She moaned, the sound echoing down the hall. His fingertips toyed with her momentarily before one continued south, dipping into her soaking wet slit. Kristie was pulsing with nerves, every touch was a sensation bursting forth on a whole new level.

Looking down at the hand on her breast, she studied the long, thick fingers and suddenly had a thrill of anticipation wash over her. Those fingers were about to...

Daman plunged a finger deep inside her, thrusting so quickly it caught her off guard. She rocked forward and his mouth released her breast as he stood to catch her. Kristie dug her forehead into his chest as his hand began assaulting her pussy, his finger delving deep, thrusting in and out, his thumb making contact with her clit to the point of such sweet agony that she thought she might swear off women forever if she could experience this every night.

Daman raised an eyebrow at her. She giggled a little. It was a strange sound mixed with the whimpers coming from her. She was just caught up in the moment and they both knew it.

As Daman caressed her deeply, he stared again into her eyes. It wiped the smile right off her face. It wasn't hunger she saw there, though there was still a hint of that lingering, but... the only thing she could think of was... pride. He knew he was doing this to her... a man... and he knew she loved it. Hell, she didn't even care if he was an alien at this point... she'd swear of humans.

Damon chuckled and kissed her hard again, his finger leaving her, only to be replaced by another. In her distraction he had plunged two of his thick fingers into her, stretching her wider, sending a thrill pulsing into her already throbbing pussy. She was so wet, her juices coated his hand making it easy for his fingers to stroke her. Daman built the speed of his digits gradually until his fingers fucked her hard, his thumb simply toying with her clit. The fire he was building was so gradual that she knew in the end she was in for a great explosion.

Daman released her lips and she gasped for air. She clung to him, her hips effectively humping his hand as his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her.

"What do you want?" he asked softly against her mouth. His breath was hot, his smell was becoming intoxicating. "Tell me. Ask... and you shall-"

"Make me cum." She gasp, her forehead dropping forward to press against his. "Please."

Daman grinned. She realized she'd just said the magic word.

His fingers ceased their assault though they stayed within her, and he raised his head to look into her eyes. As Kristie stared up at him, drunk with heated passion, Daman began to gently curl his fingers inside her.

Kristie bit her lip and moved as if to kiss him but he avoided her, insistent upon watching her face. Her cheeks flushed. He groaned a little at that, then applied the needed pressure to her clit, massaging little circles into the bundle of nerves, before coming to rest on the side of the little ridge where her body's pleasure center rested.

He hit his target.

Kristie exploded into a universe of pleasure. She literally saw stars dancing in her vision as Daman stilled his fingers to barely move within her. She began to ride his hand, the overwhelming power of the orgasm ripping through her. His finger on the side of her clit followed her rocking movement.

As Kristie rode each burst of the explosive orgasm, she began to realize that something was wrong. She wasn't coming down. She was still... it was still...

Oh God... fuck yes... this was... oh... oh... oh!

Daman watched her as she experienced each pulse of ecstasy. She tried so hard to keep her face under control but as the build continued to stay at such a high level she couldn't help the spasm of sweet pleasure that contorted her face. She refused to look away from him though, as he clearly wanted to see the pleasure he brought her.

Kristie began to understand that Daman knew what he was doing. Really knew. As her orgasm crashed into her again and again and again, she rode his hand like it was her own personal drug. Her movements became more graceful, slower, more appreciative, and she stared into his eyes as the feeling finally began to wane.

Kristie began to feel her strength leave her with the fading pleasure. She sagged against him, knowing that he would not let her fall. Gasping, she finally broke the gaze as her head fell against his shoulder, yet she saw nothing but the stars. His fingers were still in her and she could still feel little twitches of pleasure zapping her system. Her nerves were not used to such treatment.

Daman finally removed his fingers from her soaked pussy, sliding them deliciously up through her slit before taking his hand from her jeans. His stroke had sent shivers through Kristie's body. As the door came into focus, she noticed the haze that had been clouding her mind was gone.

Kristie stood, a little shakily, and looked at Daman. He reached up and brought her bra back down over her exposed breasts, then pulled down her shirt. His fingers, though large, deftly buttoned the button of her jeans and zipped them up the rest of the way. She watched this, speechless.

He left her there against the wall and turned to enter the code on the keypad. When he finished, he turned back to her. "Can you walk?"

Wait... seriously?

Now that her wits were about her the whole situation seemed hilarious. No... she couldn't walk... she had just had the orgasm to end all orgasms and she was as wobbly as a newborn giraffe.

Daman smiled at her and reached down to grab her satchel. She hadn't even realized she dropped it. Placing it around one of his shoulders, he put his arm under hers and helped her step through the door. When they entered, Kristie saw a small room, gorgeously decorated in Egyptian statues, exotic flowers, and plush woven fabrics.

Daman guided Kris over to a cushioned bench and helped her sit, gingerly, before placing the satchel beside her. As he turned to walk away, she noticed the bulge still tenting his pants. Yet he made no move to take care of it. He'd even covered her back up. The ending was... abrupt.

Daman went to a mini-bar area, set up with various wines and liquors. When he turned, a hint of a smile was on his composed face. He held a glass of water for her.