I don't remember how the dream started, the last thing I remembered was the feeling of Darrens cool arms wrapped around my chest, safely swaddled in his arms of iron.
Warmth flooded my body, every inch of me seemed to vibrate with elation, I felt myself straddling a wide set of thighs, powerful corded muscle securing me. My hands wrapped through coarse hair as a pair of lips kissed a singeing trail across my collar bones.
Skin to skin, closeness and warmth all melding together. My nails gripped tighter, and as I shifted, I felt a low burn of penetration, bringing me back to the few times I had experimented by myself.
A feeling of blissful fullness, followed by a wave of pleasure as my hips slid home. I felt full to bursting, feeling every inch of my hole wrapped around a powerful rod of steel that pulsed with the beat of my own heart. My hips moved of their own accord, drawing me up before thrusting down with a strength I didn't know I had.
I felt powerful, I felt in control for the first time in a long time. This was mine, this was my prey, my meal. They were mine to use, to enjoy and to drain. I felt the trickle of power slowly being drawn from them; my own body seemed to know better than I did on how to draw out the process. Every thrust was carefully calculated, every undulation of my hips, every grip of my nails into their skin, every moan I elicited from them, was by design.
I felt their body shudder beneath my touch, lost in the feel of my body. I knew somewhere in the depth of my mind why they were so lost, why they were so under my control. Every part of my being was designed for this, to lure in my prey. The touch of my lips, the taste of my skin, my sweat, my cum, each designed to increase the lust of the one I feed on, and to make every moment one of abandon, of pleasure.
I felt rather than heard the body beneath me groan, my incubus gifts informed me that the vessel was primed, ready to spill his seed deep inside me, the culmination of my efforts in this hunt. If they thought that would be the end then they were mistaken, I would draw out this experience, I would prolong every exquisite moment I could as I drew from them.
My own body responded, my cock leaking a heavy stream of precum as the vessel groaned beneath my relentless assault upon his body. I would take them to the peak of ecstasy, ensuring that no other could ever compare to me.
I felt the vessel try to shift from beneath me, but a swift squeeze of my thighs and as a result their cock impaled within me sent them reeling. I felt their breathing hitch, and a low rumble of appreciation echo from their chest. Their head still gripped to my chest, a vice like grip around their neck to hold them here.
I felt him peak as I was raising my hips, feeling the air catch in their throat. Seizing on this moment I thrust down with an intensity that reverberated through his body, as I felt the vessel's cock pulse over and over, stream after stream filling me. A wave of energy washed through me at the height of the vessel's release, and as I gripped their hair and my own release shot across their chest.....I felt two sharp points drive themselves into my throat.
My world exploded, each sensation heightening, as a new, different wave of pleasure swept through me. The twin pleasures of my orgasm and the fangs buried in my throat met somewhere in my chest, and my back arched towards the vessel as for the first time I felt their hand grip along my spine.
As my eyes glanced down at the vessel, I saw two pitch black orbs staring at me, as a trickle of my blood escaped their lips.
Darren's lips.
The world cracked around me, as I threw myself away from him. A panic rose from the pit of my stomach, quickly dousing whatever pleasure I had been feeling. I twisted, feeling the sickening sensations of fangs leaving my skin, the pain seeming to radiate down to my arms, two sets of fang marks now burned with flame.
I broke into a run, a cloud of mist seeming to have surrounded us, as I heard a low and guttural growl from behind me. I turned my head.....I wished I hadn't.
Darren rose from his seated position upon a bed of smoke and fog, and surged forwards.
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I didn't remember waking up.
I only remembered running.
My body jerked upright, as if I had been torn from the dream by an invisible force. The air was heavy, too thick to breathe. Darren's arms, those same iron bands from the dream, still encircled me--or at least, I thought they did. My mind couldn't separate reality from the dream.
The phantom sensation of his fangs lingered, burning softly against my neck. The strangest part wasn't the lack of pain--not pain as humans know it, at least--but how it unravelled into something else entirely.
I felt the pain clearly--its jagged edges and fiery pulse--but it didn't overwhelm me as I might have expected. Instead, it was something I could dissect, analyse, feel in its entirety without being consumed by it. The energy I had taken from Darren was coursing through me, heightening every sensation, sharpening my awareness to the point where even pain felt different.
It wasn't that I didn't recognize it as pain--I did. But now, it wasn't a force demanding my retreat. It was vivid, intricate, alive in a way that made me pause and focus. The ache spread like ripples through my body, each throb magnified by the heightened awareness flooding my system. Pain wasn't just pain anymore; it was information, a raw and unfiltered experience that demanded to be felt, understood, even savoured.
The energy surging through me amplified everything--the phantom burn of the bite, the ache beneath my skin, the raw potential that pain held. It wasn't just a sensation to endure; it was a revelation. Each pulse grounded me in the moment, tethering me to the depth of my Incubus nature.
I brushed my fingers over the phantom mark on my neck, the sensation almost electric. I could feel the pain, sharp and undeniable, yet it wasn't threatening. It was something else entirely--a force that had been transformed by the energy within me. Pain wasn't diminished; it was elevated, its edges softened into something I could explore and control.
As I stood there, the realization settled over me like a shroud. This wasn't just a wound or a consequence--it was an awakening. A part of me that had been waiting, dormant, now brought into focus by Darren's energy. I wasn't afraid of it. I wasn't running from it. For the first time, I wanted to understand it.
I panted hard, my chest heaving as I pressed my back against the cool wall, the chill seeping into my skin and spreading through me like an electric current. Every nerve was alive, aflame, humming with sensation as if I'd been plunged into the raw essence of the world itself. The smoothness of the wall wasn't just a surface--it was a mosaic of sensations, each imperfection and texture a unique note in the symphony of my awareness. The faint grit against my palms felt like grains of sand caught in an infinite tide, their presence magnified a hundredfold.
Beneath my feet, the carpet wasn't just fabric--it was a tapestry of textures, each fibre distinct. I felt the weave pressing against my soles, the faint unevenness where it shifted under my weight. The air around me was thick with subtle currents, cool and warm pockets brushing against my skin like whispers of unseen voices. My breath rasped loudly in my ears, but even that sound was layered: the sharp inhale, the trembling exhale, the way it mixed with the faint rustle of my clothing as I moved.
I could smell the faintest traces of the room--a hint of old wood, the distant tang of metal, the faint sweetness of something lingering. Every beat of my heart sent waves of sensation rippling through my body, the thrum echoing in my chest and down to my fingertips. I closed my eyes, but that only sharpened everything further: the sounds of distant footsteps, the faint hum of electricity in the walls, the almost imperceptible vibrations of the building itself.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating. The world didn't feel distant or separate--it felt like it was within me, every detail stitched into my being, alive and pulsating. I could feel everything, as if the act of feeding had stripped away all barriers and left only raw, unfiltered existence.
A shift in the air came loud and clear, and was unmistakable. The air currents I felt moving around shifted, the panic that had begun to rise around me melted away into a deep, grounding calm. The heavy hum of my heightened senses softened, the overstimulation retreating to the edges of my awareness as something cooler and steadier approached. I didn't need to hear his steps or feel his breath--I knew it was Darren.
His scent reached me first, wrapping around me in a familiar embrace. Musk, dark and earthy, laced with that faint tang of something darker, and far richer. Despite my senses threatening to overwhelm me I knew the scent that was uniquely him--both comforting and unnerving in its intensity. It settled over me like a balm, dulling the sharp edges of my heightened awareness. He was close now, I felt it hanging in the air as if the room held its breath. And then I felt it.
His hands, cool as a winter breeze, settled gently on either side of my head. His touch sent a shiver down my spine--not from cold, but from the way it carried the sense of him, his presence, his intent. His thumbs brushed lightly against my temples, grounding me in the here and now, somehow knowing what was going on in my head. The cacophony of sensation that had overwhelmed me just moments before stilled, fading into the quiet rhythm of his touch.
"Darren," I whispered, my own voice sounding darker, richer, each word resonating like a low, primal hum that seemed to vibrate through the air. His name was my lifeline as I opened my eyes to meet his.
Under my heightened gaze Darren's face was breathtaking, stealing the breath from my lungs. His subtly bronzed skin was flawless, almost luminous, with faint blue veins tracing beneath it that I hadn't noticed before. His hazel eyes, always captivating to me, now drew me into their swirling depths, the subtle shifts between gold and green caught the light like gems, with an intensity that sent my heart racing.
Every movement of his body felt deliberate, yet effortless, carrying the weight of his perfection without even trying. I had always known that Darren was beautiful, but now, in this heightened state his beauty wasn't just something to admire--it was something that struck me to my core, a force that felt almost too much to comprehend.
Darren's thumbs lingered at my temples, moving in slow, deliberate circles. The touch seemed to pull my focus away from my other senses, calming me as I felt the gentle texture of his skin against mine. It was a soothing reminder that I wasn't alone in this overwhelming moment.
"You fed from me," he said softly, his voice carrying neither accusation nor reproach. I thought that I detected a subtle warmth between the words. "While we slept, You've never fed that deeply before, have you?"
My breath hitched in my chest, my enhanced eyes searching his face for any hint of frustration or anger. "I didn't mean to. I don't even know how I-"
"Shh." Darren's voice cut through my rambling, quiet and firm. "It wasn't intentional. Your body knew what it needed, even if you didn't." His hands shifted slightly, one sliding down to cup the side of my face, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone sending a shiver down my spine.
"And now, you're feeling the fullness of what you are."
I exhaled shakily, his words oddly reassuring. "Why now? Why didn't I feel this before?"
"You've never fed so deeply," Darren explained, his tone even. "Not from me--or anyone."
"This is... overwhelming," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. Every sensation felt magnified - the cool touch of Darren's hands, the texture of the wall behind me, even the faint sound of my own breathing.
"Is this what it's always like for you?"
Darren's lips curved into a gentle smile.
