The Second Floor Ch. 03

We walked around and talked a lot. I couldn't help but stare at her, but she didn't seem to mind me staring. She swatted my hand away when I reached towards her waist and shot me a mean look that actually made me flinch a little. We fell into a weird sort of friendship in a matter of hours, she asked me questions about my kind and asked me to demonstrate some of my abilities. I showed her my levitation, she asked if there was a weight limit to things I could pick up, and squealed when I lifted her off the ground from several feet away. I put her back down and she strode towards me, looking ready to try to beat the crap out of me. It was kinda cute really.

My better judgement took over too late when I felt the heat in the air by her hand, a bolt jumped the distance between us and knocked me flat on my back.

She nudged me with her foot and I heard her voice, muffled by my pain, as she knelt beside me. Immediately another jolt shot into my body and I could barely see the red of the book cover in her hand from the corner of my eye as I writhed in agony. I felt her hands on my neck, rain on a dry desert; her fingers, slicked with my sweat, soothed me even as another sting wracked my body.

I was losing myself, my eyes rolling back as I reached for the book laying too close to me, my shuddering muscles hardly strong enough to straighten my arm towards it. Then, her lips met mine and I felt the spine against my knuckles. She started to pull away, I grabbed the back of her neck, holding onto the clarity she brought me, and shoved the book away from me. Relaxing in her lap after a moment, my body still quivering in pain as she gently touched my hair and petted down my shoulders. She offered a hand and I took it, wondering what she thought of me for the first time and closing my eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted and relieved.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I don't know what you're feeling but I'm certain it will pass before you know it.. just don't focus on it." Her voice was so close, but so far away. It was sweet and relaxing in a strange way.

I opened my eyes sometime later to see her face above me, emotionless and framed by her red hair as she slept in an awkward sitting position with my head on her lap and her hands still in my hair. Her eyes closed and mouth partially open, she looked like a sadly angelic statue.

She's perfectly beautiful.

I carefully got up, picked her up, and carried her to her bed, though it was still mid-day, wondering if I'd exhausted her. She seemed like the kind of person that could stay up late, wake up early, and still look gorgeous in an endearing way. I crawled into the bed beside her and wrapped my arms around her, enjoying her warmth. I could feel something pull in my chest and it drew me closer to her, my body felt more tangible, like I was finally fitting into the skin I was wearing.

I pulled her close, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep comfortable sleep that I didn't think existed for me anymore. It wouldn't have been strange except that I woke up after she did, her eyes were open in the dark, staring at my face calmly as her fingers traced soft lines over my features.

"You're weird." She said as I cracked my eyes.

I wasn't fully awake yet, so I just shook my head in response and cuddled up to her again. Sometime later, I woke to the sharp pink-pink-pink of the faucet in her kitchen dripping. I turned over, splayed my hand against a messy pile of empty covers, and opened my eyes to see the bed empty. It kind of surprised me to be the one waking up alone, it felt strangely painful. I got up and wandered around her apartment for a bit, unsure of what to do. Then, I went into the kitchen to fidget with the sink and try to make it stop being annoying.

After a few minutes of struggling with it I got it to stop pink-ing and went to sweeping and scrubbing the floors, I rolled up the rug in the hall, hauled it to the door, reaching for the doorknob, and stopped at the tingling sensation. Not getting hit again. I drug it out the back door onto a balcony and flopped it over the railing, beat the dirt out of it, and started scrubbing it clean. After a few minutes, I rinsed it and left it to dry.

With that done, I started wandering aimlessly and discovered that she had a cat. No, not a cat, a kitten. Tiny, fluffy, and loaded with razor sharp claws and teeth, and way too much energy. It spotted me from it's hideout in the corner and it started across the living room with it's tail in the air, meowling to be petted. I don't do cats.. kittens are worse. The tiny nightmare started trying to pick at my jeans for attention and I nudged it away with my foot.

After walking around and finding nothing productive or entertaining to do, I resided myself to a nap. I sat down on the love seat and closed my eyes, only to open them a moment later as I heard the door close. I jumped to my feet and rushed to the front hall as Cadence was shedding her coat. Her shoulders tilted in a slightly seductive way. She turned around and pulled me into a kiss, one that felt warm and familiar.

What's going on?!

She slipped her palms up my sides lifting my shirt and making me squirm in a way I hadn't in a long time, her little fingers brushing my ribs as she started pulling my shirt over my shoulder blades.

Humans aren't supposed to want this... not like this.

She kissed me breathless and started nibbling at my neck, I moaned against my will and her fingertips brushed over my collarbones and down the back of my shoulders, then up my neck into my hair and my muscles quivered with anticipation. We staggered down the hall, my hands on her waist, hers in my hair and pulling at the waist of my jeans, and my breathless panting filling the space more than I thought it ever could. My eyes rolled back and I fell back onto the couch, her legs tangling with mine as I worked my body against hers eagerly; unable to restrain the sounds tearing from my throat as she spread her legs above me and started grinding her warm pelvis against me.

I bit my lip as she began wiggling my jeans off and stroking her fingers against my shaft, my hands knotted in her clothing and I tried to rip her shirt, but she stopped me and shifted to allow me to pull it off. I couldn't resist anymore, turned us over, and started pulling her panties off, and then FMPH. I jolted awake and looked around the once again dark apartment. The kitten was curled up on my crotch, purring against my boner happily, and the light in the kitchen was on. I gave the little monster a shove off and stood up, suddenly feeling weak and dizzy. I dropped to my knees for a moment and recovered my balance and bearings.

The light flicked on in the living room and I looked up to see Cadence, fully dressed, coat and scarf included.

"Oh, you're still here. Aren't you supposed to like.. leave after the sex or something?" She said nervously.

"No. You summoned me, that means until you break that circle," I said, gesturing to the mark that had appeared on her forearm and showing the matching one that had appeared on my arm, mine a bit blurred against the mess of past summons still burned on my skin. "I can't leave your residence."

She tried to rub the mark off with her thumb, I felt the pressure against my body, let out a soft groan of pleasure, and turned to brace myself against the sofa as I felt the warm tingling sensation of a very human climax rising inside me. I had no urge to feed, but my penis was trying to push through my jeans and I couldn't stop myself from moaning out loud. The pressure suddenly stopped, I regained some of my senses, got up, and started down the hallway to the bathroom.

"You okay? That sounded like it hurt," She said, quietly following me.

"Yeah." I didn't turn to see her response to my breathy reply.

"So, would now be a bad time to ask you some questions?"

I shook my head before I fully comprehended what she'd asked.

"Sweet. So," She began talking faster than I thought possible and I started gasping for air, the world tipped and swirled with her sweet scent and I hit the floor on my side, shaking in desperation. I looked up at her and thought back to the first night I'd spent with her. My mouth fell open and my tongue lolled lazily out with a hoarse moan as I reached into my pants. Her expression changed to disgust quickly as I began moving into my hand, licking and biting my own lips as I writhed on the ground at her feet moaning louder. My nails scoring the floor as my eyes rolled back and I lost myself to a warm climax.

I looked up at her, once I'd regained my senses, and felt the strange sensation of embarrassment creep into my cheeks. She was staring at me with an expression somewhere between throwing up and beating me to death. I got up, unsteadily at first, and looked down.

"I-..."

"I know," she said calmly. "That was.. a little more violent than I thought it would be. I've been reading about you, but I'm curious about how much of it is true."

She was hesitant, her eyes gave away more of her thoughts as they traveled to where my hand disappeared into my pants. I wiped it off on my boxers before pulling it out completely.

"Ask me anything," I said with a calm smile, casually masking my unnatural nervousness.

"Do you have spikes on your, ya know."

She gestured to my pants and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Not right now, but yeah I've got 'spikes' on my dick."

She flustered slightly and frowned.

"I don't like that word."

"Would you prefer penis or cock?" I said, smiling a bit more than necessary.

Frown increased to a grimace.

"I'd prefer..." She held her breath and thought of what to say, then threw her arms out and made a noise that sounded like a wounded animal and stomped. "I don't know, okay? I just don't like those words."

I was tempted to roll my eyes, but decided not to.

"Fine. Yes, I have 'spikes' on my 'privates'. Feel better?"

Her attention shifted and she seemed to relax.

"What are they for? Like I get that they're for feeding, but like what's their purpose?"

I paused and chewed my lip slightly, uncertain of the answer.

"I guess, they hold the victim still. They definitely make it impossible to interrupt a feeding without killing the victim."

"Why do you say it like that?" She asked mournfully. I looked up to see her staring at me in a weird way that I didn't think I knew how to respond to anymore.

"Like what?"

" 'The victim', like they-.. like we're just cattle in a feed lot."

I shrugged, which seemed to further upset her.

"Have you ever given a cheeseburger a name and then eaten it?"

It was her turn to hesitate, but she didn't.

"I don't like cheeseburgers."

"Well fine, have you ever named your food or asked your food for it's name and eaten it? Not that it would matter, but if I told you I had sex with a girl named Amber that I met at a nightclub two or three days ago, fed on her, went to a cafe, met a barista named Brittany, had sex with her, fed off her, then met another girl on my way out of the cafe named Kirstie, took her to a hotel, an-"

"I GET IT!" She snapped and threw a textbook at me.

I took the hit and turned the book around to read the title. Cakes, Cookies, and Confections. Well that isn't a mouthful of shit no one wants to say, I looked up at her and brushed my hand over the cover of the book.

If he hurts that book, I'll FIND a way to torture him.

A smile crept to the corners of my mouth and I held the book out to her.

"I'm not gonna 'hurt' your damn book. Why bother going to college for baking though?"

"I want to go to college. Thank you very much," She snapped as she snatched the book from me. "Unlike you, degenerate."

I crinkled my nose as my smile faded.

"I wasn't saying anything mean. I just meant that you don't have to go to college to bake, you're already really good at it." I shifted nervously and she suddenly got defensive.

"How would you know what I'm good at? You just got here."

"I told you. I can read your mind, sort of. It's more like watching a movie on fast forward, but I still catch most of the details." I tried not to come off as a creepy asshole, but being honest and not being creepy aren't exactly synonymous for a demon.

She covered her ears and glared at me.

"Stop! I'm not going to tell you again. No reading my mind, no molesting, and no more talking about your feeding." She snapped.

"You asked. I was jus-"

"NO MORE!" Her voice turned into something like a snarl and I surrendered to her with silence and a slight bow.

She stormed off to her room and I wandered back to the love seat, flopped down, and stared at my hands. What the hell was I trying to do? What was I thinking? That she'd let me feed on her willingly just because she'd summoned me? Nobody believes I even exist, so why would I expect her to think she actually summoned me and I want to feed on her?

The thought teased me, her delicious skin against me as I buried myself in her passionately. I started fantasizing and drooling, my hips shifting as I felt my body changing. My muscles jerked and before I knew it I was on all fours, clawing the floor desperately. Withdrawals, I needed to feed soon. My instincts were clawing to the surface.

Fuck, bite, harder; Is that me moaning? Push, grip her hips, deeper, feel her feel you, more; That's my voice. Warm, nails, on my back. No, my shoulders. Gimme..

My world went black.