Baby Bat

Content Warning:

Noncon

Coercion

Blood

Alcohol

This is fantasy. Acts within this work does not reflect my personal morals. Consent is ALWAYS important in real life.

Quincy came to a short time later still quite disorientated and inebriated. He was aware of two things first, a soft vibrating sensation and the low sounds of Depeche Mode playing all around him.

Hhhhmmmm, I love car naps, he thought lazily as he drifted back off to sleep.

He awoke next to the sound of a slightly familiar voice over him and the same soft vibration against his back.

"Yeah, just take us back to Dosmond's place. It's the closest."

"Does he know we are coming?" came a woman's voice.

"No, but he can get over it after the shit he pulled last week."

Quincy managed to open his eyes half way to see Charlie's face above him.

So that's where I know that voice from, he mused. He followed Charlie's gaze to see who he was talking to. Kat, the bartender from The Sanctuary, was sitting in the front passenger seat of the very opulent looking car they were in. He looked to the driver's seat and saw a new stranger. He drifted back off to sleep as he felt a hand caress his forehead.

The next time consciousness came back to Quincy, the music and light hum of the car were gone and were now replaced by a feeling of floating. He opened his eyes to once again see Charlie's face above him. He tilted his head to the right only to find it stopped by something hard. After a moment of contemplation he realized it was Charlie's chest. He turned his head the other way and saw the man from the driver's seat walking alongside Charlie.

Is he carrying me? Wait, where are we going? Quincy thought, not panicked, but curious. He tried asking the questions that were in his head, but a slurred "is-mmhhh" came out instead. Both Charlie and the new stranger looked at him.

"Shhh you're ok. Go back to sleep," Charlie said in a calm voice. Quincy, still feeling very tired, decided that was a phenomenal idea and obeyed.

This time he was awoken by yet another new voice, this one annoyed. "What the hell are you doing showing up out of nowhere and with a bloody human, let alone one I do not know! You could have at least cleaned him up a bit."

"You're fine, Desmond. Quit being such a priss," Charlie responded, that same smirk on his face.

Quincy took in his surroundings as the two bickered. On either side of Charlier were Kat and the person who had been driving. He was able to get a better look at both of them now. Kat was muscular, and looked to be about 5 '5, dressed in a skin tight black dress with short black hair that had purple tips. She was tanned, but her competition seemed to have a slight gray hue to it. The driver stood at about the same height as Charlie and hair that was just as long and black, but instead of being silly like Charlie's, it fell down his back in thick dreadlocks. His skin was nearly as dark as his hair but seemed to have that same strange grayness to it. He was dressed in black trip pants and a black shirt he had cropped and cut the sleeves off of. The newest of strangers, the one the trio seemed to be in opposition with, was of average height and build, had neat short auburn hair, and a complexion as pale as Charlie's. He was dressed in so many bright colors it made Quincy's head swim more than the alcohol. The room they were in was just as nice as the car he had been riding in earlier. They were standing in a dimly lit room with purple walls and black sofas that were all arranged to face each other. It was on one of these black sofas that he found himself lying. Exotic plans and modern art were placed thoughtfully around the room.

Kat spoke up next "We were kind of in a predicament, and then we found this one all sprawled out. You know Charlie has had his eye on him for a while now, and your place was the closest. We won't stay past sunset."

"Plus, I'm starving, I know you always have extras lounging about here," Charlie added.

"You have a meal right there!" Desmond exclaimed, gesturing to Quincy.

"He's had way too much to drink," Charlie responded flatly.

"So? When has someone having alcohol ever stopped you before?"

"His blood is practically syrup at this point, and you know how sugar affects me, Desmond. Remember how I ruined your favorite Louis Vuitton bag last time?"

The man who had been driving earlier stepped towards Quincy quickly, "Look, I'm hungry too, and I don't mind if-"

Charlie grabbed the man and cut him off angrily, "He's mine."

"Come on Al, you know the rules," Kat said, rolling her eyes. "Oh look he's awake," she added as she walked over to Quincy and knelt down with a bottle of water. "Drink, you need it."

He gladly started to guzzle it down.

"Slower, babe. Don't want you spewing everywhere.

"If he gets sick all over my love seat, so help me, I will-"

Desmond was cut off as two naked young men came from what looked to Quincy like a dimly lit bedroom. "What's taking you so loooong?" one of them whined.

"You three sure have annoying timing," Desmond said looking at Charlie.

"Snacks, Desmond, snacks?" Charlie asked.

Desmond sighed and turned to the two men, "Honeys, can you both please go get the rest. We have friends to entertain."

They both perked up, one clapping his hands together happily. They disappeared before returning with 3 more people, two women and one more man. By this time, Kat had sat down next to Quincy on the sofa and was cleaning the blood off of his face with a damp rag. He winced, and noticed Charlie kept looking over at him periodically with a stern look in his eye. What did he mean by "mine," Quincy wondered, still too drunk to do much of anything.

One of the women from the bedroom came up to Al, and he bent his head down to smell her neck, both smiling as he did so.

"What about Quincy?" Kat asked. "Should we put him in the spare bedroom?"

"Why? It will be his turn soon enough. Plus, with how drunk he is, I doubt he will remember much in the morning anyway." Al said.

"Al's right. Keep him in here," Charlie said, eyeing Quincy.

Quincy was finally able to manage a quiet "what" which was met with Kat shushing him before offering him more water."

Quincy watched as Al started kissing the young woman's neck. His hand slowly slid down her naked body stopping at her clit where his fingers started making circles. She moaned and pressed her neck harder against his mouth.

"Can you all make this quick? You know I do not like having to share my pets," Desmond said, more annoyed than ever.

Al looked up at Desmond without stopping what he was doing and chuckled. Charlie was the one who responded. "You and I both know, Desmond, these are not your personal familiars so they are up for use. Plus you know playing with them makes the experience much more enjoyable and less stressful for them."

The woman Al was occupied with let out a sharp moan, and Quincy's eyes snapped back over to her. Al was passionately kissing her neck as a small trail of blood slid from it. Wait, he's not kissing her. Is he drinking her blood? Did he bite her!? Quincy thought in a panic and tried to sit up, eyes wide. Kat gently but firmly pushed him back down.

"It's ok, baby," Kat assured him. "Why don't we give him something to calm him? It will help with his nose and clear some of that alcohol from his system."

Charlie walked over to the both of them before biting into his own wrist and presenting it to Quincy. Quincy moved his head away before it could get near him. Were these people insane? Blood? He could catch something!

"Come on, I promise it will make you feel better," Charlie assured him.

He tried to move even further away, but Kat gripped his head and held it still. Charlie brought the wrist closer to him, encouraging him to drink. The moment Quincy smelt the blood, he could not stop himself. He was drawn to it in a way he could not understand. It smelt almost like regular blood, but there was a richer deeper scent to it. It was not the smell itself that made him react in such a way. It was as if he was drawn to it by a sense he did not know he had, nor did he have the words to describe it. To his own surprise, he allowed Charlie to press his wrist to his mouth, and he began to drink. The taste surprised him just as much as his yearning for it. He had of course tasted blood before. Everyone ends up biting their tongue or inside of their cheek while eating from time to time. This was wholly different. It somehow had a more savory yet sweet taste to it.

"Ok, that's enough for now," came Charlie's voice from somewhere that seemed far away. Quincy tried hanging onto the bloody wrist as Charlie pried it away from him. Quincy relaxed back against the couch as Kat stroked his hair and the effects of what he just drank took hold. It caused his head to swim in much the same way alcohol did, but unlike with alcohol, his senses were heightened. He watched with heightened awareness as the scene before him unfolded into pure pleasure and debauchery as his mind settled into a euphoric calm.

Al had moved the woman he had been feeding on to kneel before him. She looked up at him expectantly as Al unbuttoned his pants, and Quincy noticed the wound on her neck was no longer bleeding. His eyes went over to Charlie and tracked him as he got up and walked over to the other nude woman that had emerged from the bedroom. He took her wrist and led her over to another one of the black leather sofas that sat in the living room. He sat her down gently and kneeled before her, spreading her legs. Quincy watched heart pounding as Charlie slowly slid one finger into her and moved his other hand to cup her breast. She moaned and grabbed her other breast.

"Come on, Desmond. You know you want to join in on the fun," Al spoke up as he slid his fully erect and quite large dick into the kneeled woman's mouth. She gladly took the whole thing down her throat without protest until his tight balls were wrestling on her chin. He kept her like this for a few moments until she pulled away gasping slightly. From there he started slowly and rhythmically thrusting into her mouth. Quincy saw her own hand start doing the same motions on her clit that Al had been doing before.

"Find," Desmond responded, rolling his eyes again. He shot the two original nude men a glance before laying down on an ottoman. Both men, knowing what that look meant, walked over to Desmond, one kneeling between his spread legs, and the other sitting down beside him. The first started licking Desmond's flaccid cock as the other made out with the flamboyantly dressed man. It did not take long for Desmond to grow hard, and the man working him took Desmond's cock into his mouth before growing erect himself.

"You," Kat said to the last person remaining not involved in the escapade, "watch him."

With a look of disappointment, the man came over and took Kat's place on the sofa, petting Quincy's head gently. Kat walked over to Charlie and lightly shoved him with her food. "Move, you know she is my favorite in this bunch."

Charlie continued to work the moaning woman's pussy and looked up at Kat. "I got to her first."

"Only because I was too busy babysitting your new pet. You're always too rough with her anyway"

"But I have not even gotten a taste."

"Fine, we can share, but I want this end." Charlie looked up at her smirking again as he slid another finger into the woman.

"Move," Kat commanded, more firm this time.

Charlie chuckled as he slowly slid his fingers out of the woman and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He took her spot on the couch and turned her so that her back was against him before spreading her legs over his. Kat took Charlie's place, and immediately buried her face between the woman's legs. Quincy couldn't tell who was moaning more, Kat or the woman. His eyes went back up to Charlie who he realized was staring right at him as he played with both of her tits. When their eyes met, Charlie grinned again sending shivers across Quincy's body.

He wants to do that to me, doesn't he, Quincy thought, unable to determine if the thought scared him or excited him more. He was suddenly aware of a building pressure and growing wetness in his pants again. What was in that blood they gave me. They must all be on something and I am somehow high from it being in their blood. He tried telling his body to get up, but he was too entranced by it all. He looked back over to Desmond again to see the man that had been sucking him off was now riding him, his own hard cock bouncing up and down with him. The one he was making out with earlier now had his neck pressed against Desmon's open mouth. He was stroking his own cock as Desmond fed. Quincy found himself enjoying the display. He was fully wrapped up in the moment when he was abruptly pulled out by a sudden noise coming from the woman Kat and Charlie were working on. He looked over to see Charlie still working her nipples while lightly kissing her neck. Kat had moved from eating the woman out to lightly biting her thigh.

"No, no, no. I'm not ready yet," came the woman's place as she writhed against Charlie..

"Oh come on, you don't want us to stop now do you?" Charlie asked somehow in both a soothing and sinister tone.

"No, I don't," she responded.

Kat slowly slid a finger into the woman and she relaxed. "Just focus on my fingers and you will be just fine." Kat slipped another finger in and used her thumb to massage the woman's clit before suddenly biting down hard on her inner thigh. The woman's back arched up as she began to scream. Charlie places a hand over her mouth as he bit into the side of her neck. His other arm held her tightly against him. The woman's muffled screams slowly turned into pleasure filled moans and her body struggled against Charlie's strong grip. She began to cum hard, squirting all over Kat which made Kat began to giggle as she sucked harder on the woman's leg. Both Kat and Charlie continued to feed long after the woman was finished. Quincy noticed the woman began to grow pale as she collapsed against Charlie.

"That's enough, you two. Continue like this and she will be out of rotation for the rest of the month," came a once again annoyed Desmond. They both pulled away, Charlie looking perturbed and Kat with a giant blood covered grin on her face. The woman laid there unconscious, but the bleeding quickly stopped.

"I'm still hungry," Charlie said.

"You asked for snacks, not a whole meal. You got what you wanted. Don't overextend my hospitality," Desmond replied.

Charlie stood carrying the woman, "Fair" was his only response as he took the naked and bloodied woman back to the bedroom.

"Don't worry, baby. She will be just fine in a few hours," Kat said looking Quincy, a crazed look in her eyes. Quincy shivered. He still could not will his body to move. So many alarm bells were going off in his mind, but no matter what he did, he could not move. He just stared at the room Charlie disappeared into, some demented part of his brain longing for the man to return.

Kat noticed this and asked, "You're already craving him, aren't you?" She giggled after she finished the question, all of the soothing tone from earlier was gone.

What did she mean, crave him? Quincy thought. I mean yeah I guess, no. But even if I did, how could she possibly know?

Quincy looked around the room to try to avoid Kat's intense gaze and to distract himself from his own swirling and conflicting thoughts. The man that had been riding Desmon was now crawling his way over to Kat while the other man laid on the ottoman stroking his own cock. Al now had the human he was working on bent over the back of a chair while he fucked her from behind. It was only then that he noticed that the man who had been tasked with taking care of him was now stroking his own cock while watching the display in front of them.

Quincy somehow felt Charlie's gaze before he saw it. He looked up and saw the man standing in the doorway leering at him, blood still all over his face and breathing heavy. Suddenly he moved quickly towards Quincy mumbling "I'm still hungry."

"No, he's not ready yet!" Kat said, quickly breaking away from the man who had crawled over to her.

"I'm still hungry," Charlie responded with a feral tone in his voice.

Finally able to get his body to corporate, Quincy sat up and backed up as far as he could against the sofa. As Charlie got closer, he found his will to flee dissipate.

"Charles, no!" came Kat, concern now in her voice.

Quincy could not take his eyes off of Charlie as he moved in. He felt like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. Once Quincy was within arms reach, Charlie grabbed his arm and pulled him in, biting down hard on the scared boy's throat, all in one smooth motion. A blinding white hot pain started in his throat and moved down his whole body. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He tried to scream, but Charlie's hand came down on his mouth. What little rationale he had left was telling him that he was going into shock as he slowly lost consciousness. The last thing he was aware of were the low grunts coming from Charlie and Al chucking in the background.