I was prepared for the worst, bracing myself for the inevitable
But what was the requirement for a vampire? I was utterly clueless.
My mind raced, trying to recall any fragment of lore, but it was all a blur.
My experience had been unique, and I had no textbook to reference.
The thought that I had already fulfilled the condition by feeding her my blood crossed my mind, but I couldn't be sure.
The overwhelming Feeling of losing myself to a new side was absent.
And I sure am still just an Incubus
I was puzzled on that.
If it was feeding Blood to her I already did that, but I don't feel the same as when I turned into an Incubus.
Then I looked at the woman who was still tightly hugging me.
I'd have to ask her then.
"Eleanor, I think we still haven't completed the condition for our marriage,"
I whispered to her ears, making her pause in her daydreaming.
"In that sense, we are not husband and wife yet,"
I finished, and she snapped back to reality.
She looked at me blankly and uttered
"No, it can't be. Yes, I know that ritual we need to complete now."
Finally.
Let it be quick.
I urged internally But I hoped I wouldn't lose myself this time.
Just as I prepared myself for her to say the condition
I felt my body getting wrapped around by a briar, thick and thorny, with beautiful, impossibly red roses blooming from its thorns.
The woody vines coiled around my legs, my torso, and my arms, pinning me to the wall.
The thorns didn't cut me, but they held me fast, each rose a stark, vivid contrast to the menacing briar.
"Wha- what the heck is this?" My voice was strained as I struggled against the thorny embrace.
I looked at Eleanor, and a chill went down my spine.
She was licking her lips, her eyes, once a desperate and hungry crimson, were now like two voids reflecting nothing but her own crazed desire.
Her previous sweet smile was gone, replaced by a look of sheer, feral hunger.
Her muttering began to fill the quiet room, a low, constant whisper of possessive need.
"Ah~ Val, I can't wait to mark you as mine," she breathed, the words a promise and a threat.
She was lost in her desire, her eyes a black hole that pulled me into a vortex of dread.
Alright, I guess I won't be able to leave anytime soon. My mind, always seeking a pragmatic solution, could only offer one silver lining.
Thank goodness that I am in New Orleans now, not Paris.
At least I hope I am. If not, then I am fucked.
.........
At the other side
In a familiar bedroom,
Yes the one in which Valerian deflowered a succubus in...
'And Yes, I was watching,' remarked the being
which is myself.
The 'Author'
Alright, no need to waste time, and Valerian isn't even here.
Anyways, the woman who was left alone slowly stirred from her sleep and unconsciously searched for a warmth she felt was missing.
"Yawn~ Ah~ That was one crazy night, right Darling~" She stretched and yawned, but upon opening her eyes properly she noticed
"Wait! Valerian, where is he!"
She blurted out and searched around, finding nothing but his clothes.
Then she realized
'Wait! I totally forgot that leech had that woman'
'it must have been that maid of hers.'
"Well, at least it's better that way, or there could have been the possibility he could have died," she sighed in relief.
Originally, she felt that Valerian might not die as his resistance towards the effect of the ritual was more than anyone's could be
And thus made the bold decision of taking him to Paris where the dawn could come faster.
But that was just a speculation.
She should be glad that he is now totally safe and she could rest easy now that her role is finished now.
"But why do I feel so empty now?" she muttered with a sad expression and laid down on the bed again
Her mind recalling her moments with Valerian as She hugged a nearby pillow and inhaled its scent.
"Ah~ It smells like us. Ah~ Darling, I want to do it again~" she felt aroused as she smelled more of the smell. Eventually, she crept her hand towards her nether region.
"Darling~ I wuv you~" Her eyes seemed to form hearts as she gave in to her inner desires.
............
Back at Valerian's Side
The air was thick with the scent of old roses and the frantic echo of her lips against my skin. I was firmly pressed against the mattress of Eleanor's bed, my arms and legs bound by the thorny vines.
She had torn my clothes to shreds with a single, vicious yank, and now she was a whirlwind of frantic touches.
Her cold fingers, tipped with sharp nails, traced a path from my chest down my abs, a chilling caress before returning to my little brother.
Her kisses were a desperate, air-stealing assault, a muffled melody of her whimpers and my own ragged breaths.
Finally, as if remembering I needed air to continue, she left my mouth, a silver strand of saliva connecting us.
"You remembered I need air, then?" I rasped, the words a struggle.
She ignored my question, a dark, hungry look in her eyes as she spoke mischievously.
"Darling, you're like a rock, so hard and erect," she purred, her voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated through me.
"Does it hurt? Would you like me to soothe it?" She worded out as she rubbed my little bro with her hands and licked it, a deliberate tease.
What did she think I was? A greenhorn to be toyed with? I've been navigating these games for a decade longer than she has.
Her teasing was a child's clumsy effort to a master of the craft.
She realized I wasn't reacting much to her teasing and thought of a different idea. 'Hmm, this could work,' she thought, unknown to me,
but I knew from my gut feeling that something was going to be wrong.
And then I felt a sharp, piercing pain as her teeth sunk into my little brother.
A low growl escaped my throat, and I bit down on my tongue in return, a choked scream of agony and pleasure escaping my lips. "Fuck!"
Eleanor mistook my scream for pleasure and continued to suck on my little bro, her movements becoming more frantic.
Okay, I've had enough now! I internally screamed.
"Eleanor-argh! You still haven't told! me what was the con-AHHH!dition for the ritual!!!" I managed to utter between my pained groans.
"Mou! Why are you so impatient! You just need to suck my blood and make love with me. Happy?" she said with a pout and returned to biting my poor little brother.
'Bitch! We could die if I'm not impatient!' I internally screamed as I felt my lower body experiencing both pain and pleasure.
I couldn't believe I was experiencing pleasure from this, but then it clicked. I know it now.
I just need to drink her blood and Fuck her.
Just that.
Eleanor's teasing continued, her hands and mouth working in tandem to drive me to the brink of madness.
The sharp pain of her teeth sinking into my most sensitive flesh was a cruel contrast to the pleasure that coursed through my veins.
I gritted my teeth, determined not to give her the satisfaction and tried to unbound myself from the vines.
But as the seconds ticked by and the pain intensified, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
With a desperate cry, I grabbed Eleanor's head and forced her away from my throbbing member.
She looked up at me with surprise and a hint of confusion, her lips stained with a mixture of saliva and blood.
"What's wrong?"
I felt her grip on me loosening and took the chance to turn the tables
Eleanor's eyes widened as I pushed her back onto the bed, a flicker of surprise and excitement dancing in their depths.
She landed on the mattress with a soft bounce, her legs splayed invitingly.
I crawled over her, my movements deliberate and predatory.
A smirk played at the corners of my mouth as I took in the sight of her - hair mussed, lips parted, chest heaving with each ragged breath.
"You want to play rough?" I murmured, my voice low and husky. "Fine. Let's play."
Without warning, I flipped Eleanor onto her stomach and pinned her wrists above her head. She gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself against me.
"Darling~..." she breathed, a mix of anticipation and desire coloring her tone.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing against the shell of Eleanor's ear as I spoke.
"Shh," I whispered, my breath hot against her skin. "No more talking."
My free hand trailed down her spine, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
Eleanor shuddered beneath me, a low moan escaping her lips as I ground my hips against hers.
I could feel the heat radiating from her core, a tantalizing invitation that I was all too eager to accept.
But first, I had a point to prove.
With a sudden movement, I flipped Eleanor onto her back once more.
She looked up at me with wide, startled eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I settled between her thighs, the evidence of my arousal pressing insistently against her entrance.
Eleanor's legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer.
"Valerian," she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please..."
I smirked down at her, relishing the desperation in her voice. "Please what?" I teased, rocking my hips forward just enough to coat myself in her wetness.
Eleanor's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desire as I teased her mercilessly.
Her hips bucked upwards, seeking friction, but I held myself just out of reach.
"Valerian," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I... I've never..."
She bit her lip, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she struggled to find the words. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden hesitation.
"You've never what?" I prompted gently, my hand sliding up her side to cup her Big tits.
Eleanor shuddered at the touch, her nipple hardening beneath my palm.
"I'm... I'm a virgin,"