-+Requiem+-

-+Chapter Six+-

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“Incubus.” Arkaia handed me the reins before sliding out of the saddle and going to stand before Infirite, blocking off the Incubus’ path to him. The man’s eyes narrowed in annoyance and he drew himself up as if in preparation for battle. I tensed, not knowing what I could do or if I’d even be able to do anything at all. I couldn’t fight, not with an incubus, and I had a feeling that Arkaia wouldn’t even let me if I could. That only left the question of what I should do instead. I have no idea where I am and no magic I know how to use besides this telepathy.

Ikuma, on the other hand, was struggling just to keep Infirite in the saddle and I didn’t think he’d be able to hold him there for much longer either. I supposed that if Infirite really was in heat that dealing with a full blooded incubus when he was already losing control was just too much for him to handle. I didn’t know what I could do to stop him but I had to try. Ikuma might not really be a child but his body still was and Infirite was nearly full grown; there’s no doubt that he’d eventually escape and I couldn’t expect Arkaia to keep Infirite still while holding off the incubus at the same time.

“My childer is not ‘up for grabs,’ demon.” I had to act fast before he broke free, but what could I do? I didn’t doubt that he was stronger than I was and I had already proven to be susceptible to his scent. What if I ended up molesting him again? I suppose that being molested by me is better than being raped by that demon. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though.

I wanted whoever I was with to consensually be with me. Taking advantage of someone like that left a bad taste in my mouth that was hard, if not impossible, to get rid of. I just hope that Infirite will forgive me for this too…

“I believe that is for him to decide, vampire, and it looks like he’d prefer to go with me.” The incubus challenged Arkaia as I apprehensively moved my mount as close to the other as I could get without crushing our legs in between them. I didn’t want to draw the other incubus’ attention to me but I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing; I’d never forgive myself if I did.

Looking Infirite over, there was no way for me to grab him with Ikuma already clinging to him the way he was and my mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do. The growling coming from Arkaia distracted me but I forced myself to ignore it as I thought back on everything I knew about Infirite and incubi. People are affected by their scent, of which I am as well, which is why Arkaia told me not to breathe it in. He told me not to breathe it in…since Infirite is more susceptible to me because I already touched him!

I was ‘grasping at straws’, so to speak, but it was the only thing I could come up with at the moment and there was no time to think up something else. There was still no way for me to grab Infirite though, sexually or otherwise, and I didn’t know what to do in order to get his attention. When I heard the incubus’ voice again I panicked and grabbed Infirite’s shoulder, forcefully turning him to face me before I leaned halfway out of the saddle and pressed my lips against his.

I heard Ikuma’s soft noise of surprise somewhere near the vicinity my chest but ignored it in favor of getting Infirite’s attention. I probably wasn’t a very good at kissing but I did my best and filled my head with sexual thoughts about him, something he had yelled at me for earlier. I imagined him naked, bending over like he had done before the fire pit, and I imagined what I, my other self, had done when he molested him.

Infirite was frozen under my kiss and I let my tongue slid against his lips. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant, and I could practically feel the tension rolling off of him. He was torn between the incubus’ scent and my affection and as I felt Ikuma giving me more room I placed my hand on his chest at an awkward attempt at sensuality.

I had no idea what I was doing.

How does one seduce a guy?

I couldn’t believe I was even having such thoughts, but ‘desperate times’ and so forth. I was wondering if I’d even be able to pull it off when I heard Arkaia’s voice. I was glad for his help even though he was already distracted by the incubus.

“Infirite, I will not allow you to go with this man.” His tone was harsh and left no doubt that he’d keep his word on that, no matter what he had to do because of it. Somewhere in his mind Infirite must have heard him for his tension eased and he stopped struggling to get to the other man. Kissing me back thoroughly he completely ignored Ikuma, besides growling at him for keeping him in place, and somehow managed to climb onto my lap without breaking our kiss or knocking anything off. I don’t think I’d ever comprehend how he did it.

Now that he was on me, straddling my lap no less, he really got into it and I could barely keep up with his tongue at it dove into my mouth. Inadvertently I ended up taking in his scent and that only made his touches all the more arousing and before I knew it he was already trying to take off my shirt. I knew I should stop him; we were on the street after all, but with his scent clouding my senses I just didn’t care anymore and even wanted him to get rid of it.

“Crimson! Drop the reins!” I hadn’t even noticed that I was holding them and that Ikuma had been trying to take them from me. I dropped them as he asked and my hands automatically went to Infirite’s hips and thighs, something he was pleased about, and I didn’t even question it as he repositioned my hand on his crotch.

We rocked back as the Nightmares took off again and I had to grip the edges of the saddle instead to keep from falling off. I didn’t know what was happening around us or where Arkaia and the incubus were but with Infirite moving his hand down my now bare chest I found that I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t even think enough to be concerned about him or where we were going because all of Infirite’s touches felt little sparks of electricity on my skin. And, instead of hurting, it only seemed to stimulate my blood and arouse me even further.

I wanted more.

The motion of the Nightmares made it hard for us to kiss and Infirite soon broke it off in order to suck and nibble on my neck. Maybe it was the knowledge that he was a vampire as well as a cambion that made it all the more erotic, or maybe it was something else entirely, but my neck suddenly turned into an erogenous zone. Groaning I couldn’t help but rock back into him as he ground his hips against me.

Before I knew it the Nightmares had stopped again but I barely even noticed it as Infirite started tearing at his own clothes. He flew through the buttons of his shirt and in seconds it was on the ground, my shirt soon following after it. His tongue was warm and wet as it traveled its way down my chest and soon nothing else even mattered.

“Bed, Crimson, bed! Tell Infirite!” Ikuma’s voice was irritating to me and I tried to ignore it but he just kept repeating those things over and over again until I gave in and told Infirite what he wanted me to. Before I knew it we were surrounded in flames and seconds later I was on my back on a soft and comfortable bed. I barely had time to acknowledge this before Infirite had his tongue down my throat and his hands working their way into my pants.

My head spun wildly but I had no time to catch up with things as his fingers enclosed around my cock and the little sparks he gave off drove me wild. It felt good, so much better than touching myself, and soon I was moaning into his mouth in a way that would embarrass me at any other time. My hands tightened on his arms as I clung to him, inhaling his scent; he smelled so good.

I groaned in protest as Infirite released me and got off but couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he stripped down beside the bed. I wanted to lick each pale inch of his skin that was revealed to me, my eyes automatically migrating down to his cock as it sprung free from its confinements. I had never been exposed to another man like this before and instead of being afraid I only wanted more.

I made room for him as he made his way back on the bed and let him further undress me. Somewhere in my mind I knew I should be embarrassed about this or at least not this willing but I told that voice to shut up. The way Infirite touched me felt good and the way he smelt made it even better and I wasn’t going to stop just because of my own nagging thoughts.

“A-ah…nn.” Infirite caught me off guard as he suddenly took my cock into his mouth and all thoughts, even the nagging ones, flew out of my head as he worked me over. If asked I don’t think I could ever describe the sensation of his mouth on me. The electricity seemed to flow through saliva and his tongue was the conduit, frying my mind and leaving my legs shaking as I dug my fingers into his hair.

The cambion was talented, so much so that he soon had me cumming before I could even form a thought to warn him. He drunk me down as though he were drinking blood and when he was done he let me go, untangling my fingers from his hair so he could reposition himself. Leaning over me he planted kisses on my chest as I panted and I rode out the aftermath of my climax in a drunken haze.

I tensed when Infirite pressed a finger against my anus and he paused, flipping me over before I had a chance to protest. Placing kisses on my back he held me down, firmly but gently, and I cried out in surprise as his tongue soon replaced his finger and pushed its way inside. He held my hips as I squirmed, trying to come to terms with the weird sensation, and soon had me moaning as I got used to it.

It was one of the weirdest things I had ever felt but it felt good and by the time he had pulled away I was already bemoaning the loss of it. I didn’t have to wait long before that finger was back again, replacing his tongue, and he prevented me from squirming as it pushed its way inside. It was odder than the tongue and reached in further in ways I didn’t think it should with those wicked claws he had. They didn’t hurt though; I practically couldn’t even feel them, and whatever weird lubricant he had certainly worked for there were no problems with penetration.

He stretched me out and those little sparks felt amazing inside me, enough to get me hard again as he pressed another finger in. His tongue licked a patch of my shoulder and I moaned, biting my lip and trying not to rock back on those fingers. I wanted more and he certainly wasn’t about to deny me that.

Withdrawing his fingers he lifted up my hips as he kept licking my shoulder before something bigger replaced them and he bit down in order to distract me. Following my gasp he pushed his way inside me before I had a chance to tense and although I expected pain to follow, there was none. Just the intoxicating scent of his arousal and the feel of him filling me, stretching me in ways I didn’t think I could be.

He allowed me to adjust to him, withdrawing his fangs and licking the wound he had created until they healed. My fingers twisted into the sheets and I moved my hips, trying to come to terms with this thing inside me. It was a strange sensation but what was even stranger was that there was no pain that went with it. And, just like his tongue, his cock was a conduit of those tiny sparks I was coming to love. I wanted more of them.

My wish was granted as he started to move and as he did the sparks increased and soon I was crying out for more in ways I thought I never would be. I rocked back involuntarily and shuddered as he growled ferally, more turned on by it than anything else, and clenched the sheets until I was ripping them apart as Infirite hit something inside me that literally had me seeing stars.

Infirite leaned down over me, his back pressing against mine, and his tongue ran along my neck in a way that made me ache to be bitten. His hand also started stroking my cock and I could already feel my body tensing up in impending orgasm. I was being pleasured everywhere, everywhere his skin touched mine, and it was so intense that I could barely handle it. My legs were still shaking and I could barely hold myself up as thrust into me. Then he hit that spot in me again and I was shoved over the edge as he finally bit down the way I wanted him to.

I cried out and couldn’t control my spasming body as I came for the second time. Infirite kept thrusting into me and I didn’t know how much time had passed before I felt his seed filling me. My head was spinning and my ears were ringing from the force of my orgasm and I wasn’t even capable of forming a thought as my mind was taken over and everything went blank.

When I became aware again I was alone on the bed. I could hear the sound of running water coming from somewhere to my left and had to shield my eyes as I turned to look. The light spilling out from the bathroom was bright compared to darkness of the room and my eyes were protesting at their exposure to it.

After a few minutes I became used to it before I was finally able to face that direction again and eyed the black marble that tiled the floor of the bathroom. It looked expensive and I realized we must be in the manor right now. No one else but royalty or nobleman could afford something like that.

I winced as I sat up, more so because of the sticky feeling that was coating me rather than any pain. There was no pain actually, but then I remembered that Arkaia had disconnected the part of me that felt pain so that started to make sense. What I really didn’t understand, or what I really didn’t want to think about, was why I had just had sex with Infirite and why I wasn’t completely freaking out about it.

The blank memory about the passage of time from when Infirite had been inside me until now was explained by Nightshade, but not anything before that. That had all been me and I was surprised that I had allowed it to happen in the first place and that I had enjoyed it so much.

I knew that Infirite was a cambion and that I had become intoxicated on his scent, but had it really affected me enough for me to let him do that to me? Apparently it had but I wasn’t angry about it. How could I be? Infirite didn’t mean for it to happen and it was neither of our faults that it had. Well, that’s not exactly true. I did seduce him, but I only did so because I didn’t want him to get raped by that incubus.

I was probably lying to myself again. I was attracted to Infirite in a way I couldn’t completely blame on his scent and that’s probably what disturbed me most of all; I didn’t know why I was attracted to him or if he was even attracted to me. Yes, our sex was consensually and it was mind blowing, but where did that leave us now? I didn’t want things to be awkward between us but at the same time I didn’t want things to go back to the way they were.

I didn’t know what I wanted from him, but I wanted something, and right now the thing I wanted most of all was a bath. What the hell’s wrong with me? I just had sex with a guy I just met and I’m more concerned with a bath than figuring out what the hell just happened?

I really was going insane.

“Crimson.” I turned to see Infirite standing in the doorway. He was still naked and I could see the sweat and cum that still clung to him. It was arousing but I didn’t think I could get hard again for a while. That was probably a good thing too.

“Come in and get cleaned up.” He had looked like he was going to say more but he didn’t, instead turning around and going back inside. I slowly eased my way onto my unsteady feet and looked back at the bed before I couldn’t convince myself otherwise.

The comforter was basically destroyed, torn to shreds in parts, and there were even claw marks on the wall that I didn’t remember either of us leaving. It must have happened while Nightshade was in control.

I was worried about what he might have done to Infirite but he hadn’t seemed hurt and he wasn’t avoiding me, not that that said much with a vampire’s healing rate and with Infirite’s apparent apathy, but still.

I walked into the bathroom after him and was immediately distracted by the large stained glass window that lined the entire left wall. On it was scenery of a forest but instead of it being a normal one, all of the trees were a stark white, from their roots to their leaves, and those leaves rustled as though they were being blown by an invisible wind. It stood out from everything else in the room with its clarity and beauty and I couldn’t help but stare at it until the splashing of water caught my attention.

Infirite was already inside the large bath that rose up from the floor in front of the window and he was watching me as I stood there staring at him as well. He really was beautiful. What’s wrong with me?

Clearing my head of these thoughts I hesitated for a moment before following him into the tub. I hadn’t bathed with anyone other than Scarlet, and that had only been when we were kids, and being in here with Infirite was a bit awkward for me. I quickly got over it though, much sooner than I thought I should, and I thought over that as well as I took a washrag he offered me and cleaned myself.

Why was I so accepting of things that would have bothered me or completely freaked me out when I was human? Did becoming a vampire change me that much? Well, of course it did, but had it changed my personality that much? I then thought of Nightshade and suddenly became irritated with my own thoughts. I don’t even make sense to myself…

Glancing at Infirite I watched him as he washed himself as well and didn’t even bother trying to hide it. He’d know that I was watching him anyway so it seemed rather pointless. That was also something I wouldn’t have done had I been human.

Infirite’s eyes met mine but he didn’t stop what he was doing and neither did I. This whole situation screamed awkward to me but I just wasn’t feeling it. Did Arkaia do something else to me as well? I was starting to wonder if my pain receptors weren’t the only thing he disconnected.

“Why aren’t I freaking out?” It was driving me crazy not knowing and maybe whatever Infirite told me would explain why he was the way he was as well.

“Vampires aren’t as emotional as other creatures. We have to be otherwise we would not be able to drink blood as freely. We would not be able to do as we must to survive.” He paused for a moment to let me digest that.

“This does not completely affect our personality though. We still love, hurt, and grieve for those who have passed. My scent also keeps you calm, though. It has to otherwise many would claim rape from Incubi.” He stopped what he was doing for a moment to look into my eyes.

“Thank you for stopping me.” I heard the words he didn’t voice, that he really was grateful that I had stopped him from sleeping with that Incubus and that he hoped that I wasn’t upset with him even though his scent and my new personality prevented that. I was touched by his concern and consideration. He didn’t have to show it to me.

“You’re welcome.” With an unspoken agreement we broke eye contact and wouldn’t speak of the matter again.

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Author’s Note: Yes, I changed their positions, but I really wanted Crimson to be a bottom. Don’t worry though, they’ll change positions too. As for Nightshade, he did have sex with Infirite as well but I didn’t write about it because it will show up again later and help along another plot point.

angelmay: Thanks for the review.