I had to push out Khaleel's moaning that started echoing in my mind. That was one thing I could've gone my entire life without hearing. Thea laughed out loud, leading me to believe she'd also heard the incessant echo.
Look where we are, sir! All that those around us will hear are the noises these two will be emitting from an experience of ecstasy. If anything, onlookers will be envious!
I had started to formulate an argument, but instead, I rolled my eyes at her and followed her lead. You'd be stupid to poke a hungry animal. Plus, I could probably shield most of it from prying eyes. Without another thought, she started towards her victims. She pulled me, somewhat unwilling, along behind her. I watched from behind gladly. Thea moved very gracefully, dancing her way through the crowd. If she weren't so fucking bright, she would've blended in well. It amazed me how someone could be gone for so long and melt back into society so effortlessly. How could she mentally and physically be so far away from us and still so very much here?
People immediately responded to her touch, no matter how lightly she brushed against them as she pulled me through. My nervous energy was starting to pile up inside. Anyone she grazed, their attention was immediately drawn, and we seemed to create our own crowd before long. Thea didn't notice. That or she didn't give a shit. Call it exhaustion or stupidity, but I decided just to let it be. Almost always better to leave things like this to the professionals, and she's been doing this for a long time. Images of her lurking in shadows, waiting for unsuspecting victims, started coming to mind. She was taller and... larger in many ways than the average woman, so it's really easy to imagine her as an efficient apex predator.
With my own height, we boxed in her two targets easily. These two couldn't have been more than two or three years older than me. Seems kind of young to want to have kids but to each their own. I don't judge. Sadly, I'm sure plenty of opportunists come to festivals like this. Creeps. They probably come in without a permit, having had treatments or the meds, or a forged permit all together, and join in on the fuck fest. Then leave their new lovers high and dry in the end. Literally. I mean, it's not like these things are intended for everyone to find a damn life partner. The goal is to make babies. End of story. No treatments or meds usually equals no pregnancies. Birth rates were down. Not only did many people not want to have kids, but the ones that did typically couldn't. The more people that leave these festivals knocked up, the happier the GA was. 'Do your part to help stop our extinction!' We've all seen the videos. They are required material for use in mandatory reproductive health studies.
The petite redhead all but crumpled into Thea's arms as she slipped them around the girl's waist from behind. I followed suit with the girl's friend, who didn't seem to notice anything was happening at all. She stayed dancing, accepting my touch without ever caring to look behind her. Or look anywhere, for that matter. Her friend was literally about to get feasted on in front of her, and she was gone entirely, lost to some liminal space between consciousness and sleep.
Who raised you?
I couldn't stop the thought from entering my mind, but it was quickly tossed out when I saw Thea slide her hand under her shirt. My eyes wouldn't look away as she gently squeezed the woman's nipple between her fingers. A small, sharp intake of breath escaped the redhead, and her head fell back to rest on Thea's shoulder. In response, she brushed aside the woman's hair, bent down, and started kissing on her neck. I watched intently as she made some strange movements with her hand in the air. The attention of our crowd slowly melted away and migrated back to one another.
I felt odd to be here as a witness at first. I almost felt like I was intruding until I noticed Thea's unwavering gaze on me. She continued to assault me visually as she methodically kissed, licked, and sucked on this girl's neck. This was one of those moments when I felt like it should've been awkward, but I couldn't look away. More than that, there were conflicting things I shouldn't be thinking or feeling. For instance, this slight jealousy kept popping up. Envy maybe. All I know is I wanted to feel that tongue dancing and mouth sucking on my body while staring into my soul. I wasn't fuckin around when I said I don't usually feel things for people. Not like that. Jealousy isn't something that I do for real.
Home girl was about to get eaten. What kinda Stockholm bullshit is that? What's even more disturbing was I started to feel slightly hungry. Deep inside, a small part of me was itching to join her. At that realization, my stomach silently growled. Sick, isn't it? Regardless of all of this, I still watched, unable to peel my gaze away. It was a bit awkward, but I don't know why. The place had been slowly growing into a giant orgy anyway, so what was awkward at that point?
Her nose wrinkled slightly as she opened her mouth wide. Realizing what was about to happen, my attention doubled. Releasing her fangs was more of a growth process that looked somewhat painful. The tooth quickly protruded further from the gums with a barely audible snap, almost doubling its length when the process was finished. She smiled as she noticed me watching her. As if for my benefit and the sport of show, she slowly sunk them into her victim's neck. The small redhead's eyes rolled into the back of her head at first contact. Once they were entirely in, she started moaning. The girl almost fell, but Thea reflexively grabbed her, one hand still under her shirt cupped around her breast and the other now between her victim's legs. The moaning started getting louder and more intense as Thea drank. It wasn't long before she released the woman, sending her on her way, and moved on to the next one.
She stumbled away in a zombie like fashion while her friend, still oblivious to the world around her, remained bumping up against me and swaying to the music. The guilt I once held for assisting Thea with this task left me a while ago. Didn't the girl deserve to be fed on at this point? Thinking like this caused me to question my morality, but why should it? It's not like she was going to die or anything. Worst case scenario, electrolytes, vitamin B twelve, and some vitamin C will get her right, though she probably would've needed it regardless after this Festival. So, what's the harm really? She kind of was asking for it. Nah, wait. Never mind. Fuck that. That sounds fucking terrible. Everyone here was asking for it. Not just her, no matter how brain-dead she was currently. She was no more deserving than anyone else.
Thea stepped forward and wrapped her arms around us, her hands reaching me. They slid across my body as she repeated her assault. Again, I found it hard to look away. Especially being this close, bearing intimate witness in combination with the way her touch electrified me. The way the goosebumps traveled across my skin almost completely stole my attention until I saw Thea's teeth slide into the skin wholly effortlessly and unnoticed. It amazed me how the target didn't experience any pain but the opposite. When I was a kid, I thought vampire teeth were like a mosquito's built-in straw mouth. Stupid, I know, but I was probably eight, dude. Anyway, this was much messier. It was just a simple puncture and flow. Hurry up and suck it down before it gets away.
My mouth started to get watery again as I watched a line of blood begin to drip down the woman's neck to her chest. The rumbling started again, and I could hear my stomach growling more loudly this time.
What the hell is going on with me?
She pulled her fangs out and retracted them in one quick motion. I could hear that strange click with the retraction, making me cringe slightly. I mean, it really looked like it could be painful. If it did hurt, Thea didn't show any sign of it. I could feel my brow slowly beginning to furrow. Again, she was done feeding much sooner than I thought she would be. With one fang, she bit into her own finger until it bled. One swipe of her bloody finger across the puncture holes, and they were gone. Not a single mark in sight. There was zero evidence of her presence left behind, making those questions and slight nausea return: How many less fortunate victims were there? I decided then that I didn't want to know the answer. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
That's so wild... I'm surprised they didn't drop like Khaleel. Is it because there were two instead, so you had to drink less? Or how does that all work? How do you know the point where enough is enough, and you shouldn't drink anymore?
The questions came pouring out quicker than I intended them to, and I felt a little rude for it. Especially seeing as this could be what I imagine is a more intimate topic, maybe? She only looked at me as if disappointed and like she may have indigestion. Guilt at possibly invading her privacy started to trickle in.
No, boy, calm your mind and constant worry. It's not you. You did nothing wrong.
She closed her eyes tightly for a bit and then opened them again. They looked red, and purple had formed around them. For the first time since I met her, Thea actually looked tired. That didn't stop my annoyance from shining through.
Please stop calling me boy. It's creepy as hell. You look like you could be my age. Maybe younger.
It didn't help that she was hot as fuck and openly allowed me to touch her. How readily she was to return the action and devour me with her hands. Thinking about it caused me to close the distance between us absently, no doubt, in an attempt to increase the chances of it happening again. It felt good in more ways than one, too. Stepping into her bubble was one feeling, but the sensation of her touch was another entirely. My body was wanting it. It needed it.
Excuse me,
sir
