Euphoné, gasping, opened her eyes. There was light everywhere around them. The dungeon seemed far away, a distant memory. Was she... was she dead? Was this paradise?
She tried to move. Her body burned with pain. Ah. The slide. This was not paradise.
She felt beside her. Something soft, moist to the touch. Quickly she rolled over.
Large eyes stared into hers. Beautiful eyes, despite their feline slits. Or maybe all the more beautiful because of them. But they were glassy, staring right through her.
Ice gripped Euphoné's chest. "Vervain?" She shook her gently.
"Hungry...." whispered the demon.
Relief flooded her. She was still alive!
"Shhh," said Euphoné. "Do not try and move. I will see where we are."
She sat up. Beauty filled her eyes, but indeed this was not paradise. They were still in the dungeon. They'd slid down into a natural cavern. The walls were all of faceted crystal, like the inside of a geode, capturing a glow which was coming from somewhere deeper into the cave. The light was a spectrum of green and red and yellow and blue and as she crawled forward the canvass of her pale skin shifted as though she was a living rainbow.
Water. There was water here, a deep pool, glittering. They'd landed on a strip of beach. But the light was coming from somewhere. Euphoné could feel a breeze on her face.
She returned to Vervain. "We are safe, Vervain. We must not be far from the outside. Just a short way to go. Why don't you try to--"
Vervain weakly lifted a hand. Euphoné took it.
"Can't..." she whispered again, but this time so soft that Euphoné could barely hear her voice. "Too... weak... Hungry."
Euphoné looked about her in despair. "But there's no-one here!"
"Please..." Vervain's hand dropped away slackly. "Energy."
"How? There's no-one..." Her voice dropped away. She was there. But how... how did a demoness feed?
She took out her knife. "Life-force, right? Blood? You drink blood?"
Vervain took hold of the knight's hand, poised with the blade over her arm. "No," she whispered.
Her hand reached higher, to Euphoné's lips.
Ah. The knight understood then. Her breath!
She leaned down, her face close to Vervain's, feeling awkward. But how? How was she supposed to feed her her breath?
Euphoné exhaled. Her breath blew across Vervain's mouth and the demoness gasped. She lifted her head, sucked the air, then slumped back down. Euphoné leaned closer, breathing on her lips in a steady stream. Vervain gasped like a fish, but could draw little of the breath in.
The knight sighed. There was nothing else for it. She brought her lips against Vervain's and blew into her mouth.
The demoness's lips pushed back against hers. They were surprisingly soft. She breathed out more deeply. It was not her breath she wanted, was it, but her life-force?
Euphoné did not stop to think how losing part of her life-force would affect her. The demoness had expended the last of her energy saving her life and as a knight of Aeovel she could do nothing short of paying her debt.
Vervain inhaled against her lips, sucking more in. She seemed to be growing stronger. The demoness reached for her. Euphoné tried to take her trembling hands in her own, but Vervain reached higher and cupped the knight's chin.
Vervain's hands were smooth and warm against her skin and Euphoné's heart ached. Ah, what was this melting feeling inside her? Her life-force... was it melting away?
She felt a familiar liquid surge below her waist. Her face burned with shame. She was melting there as well!
Pleasure flowed through her and she gasped. Vervain was not sucking at her lips now, but kissing her. Dazed, she kissed her back tentatively -- it had been so long since she had kissed anyone. The demoness' lips grew firmer against hers. The tip of a forked tongue darted past her teeth, seeking her own.
Euphoné pulled away, gasping. Vervain's eyes could focus now, the irises alight like tongues of yellow flame. She smiled, a strangely shy smile, her expression fragile but for the fire in her eyes.
She licked at the their shared moisture bedewing her lips. "Delicious," she murmured.
Euphoné blinked at her. "Delicious?"
"Your energy," said Vervain. She eased herself into a sitting position. "And potent! Even such a small drop and I can feel it burning inside me, right here."
The demoness pressed her hands against her chest, between her large breasts, and the knight, flushing, turned away.
"I-- I am pleased you feel better."
Vervain took her hands and Euphoné turned back. The demoness' violet eyes glistened. Her chest was heaving and when the demoness pulled the knight's hands to her Euphoné felt how hot her skin was.
"Do you feel, that?" whispered Vervain. "My heart. You've set it beating again."
Euphoné blinked. "My life-force did that?"
Vervain shook her head and laughed. "Oh, the energy I took from you was not your life-force, my darling. Orgone is what I feed on."
"Orgone?"
Vervain lifted the knight's hands to her lips and kissed her fingertips. "Sexual energy. And I'm still hungry."
"No, no," muttered Euphoné, shaking her head as Vervain took her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the sand. "No, I--"
"Shh," said Vervain. "You don't have to lie. I can smell the orgone flooding out of you." Her eyes grew coquettish. "Am I-- am I really so attractive to you?"
Euphoné made no reply, and when Vervain leaned closer she feebly tried again to push her away.
Vervain took the knight's hands and drew them down onto the curve of her breasts. Euphoné gasped.
"For such a strong knight you're not really putting up a fight," murmured Vervain. She closed her eyes. "A woman's hands! Ah, even a knight's hands are soft."
"But, but I--"
Vervain, her eyes still closed, brought her face close. "You'll have to show me what to do," she whispered. "I've never lain with a woman before."
Euphoné's heart leapt. "Never?"
"No," she breathed.
Euphoné senses reeled at the soft heaviness of Vervain's breasts, the sweet scent her skin was giving off. Her mind and her body were melting away! But still she hesitated.
Why should she fight against this desire? Wasn't it what she wanted? Wasn't she just as hungry as Vervain was now? Didn't she want to taste the source of that gorgeous scent?
Euphoné's pride vied with her shame, but the struggle did not last long. She slipped her arms around the demoness' slim torso and drew her down until their mouths came together. Vervain's eyes went wide, and when Euphoné playfully licked her tongue against the demoness's lips she gasped.
"Ah! Your orgone. The flavour is so different from a male's!"
"Shh," Euphoné murmured against her mouth. "That is but a little taste. I will feed you all the energy you could desire."
She rolled the demoness onto her back and swung herself astride her. Vervain was taller than her, it was true, but drained of her energy she was strangely lighter than before. The demoness's new-found submissiveness excited her and Euphoné leaned down and kissed her with a hungry mouth.
Euphoné's tongue dipped deeply into the sweet heat and Vervain intercepted the girl's agile tongue with her own.
Ah, so here was that brave and energetic knight she knew! But this was a kiss. A demoness seldom had reason to kiss. When feeding, sometimes a human might wake and seek out her lips, but she had always found it an amusing distraction from harvesting the sweet pure energy of male seed. But now, as the knight kissed her, Vervain felt Euphoné's orgone filling her, flooding her body along with their mingled saliva. She clutched at Euphoné, felt the roughness of her doublet against her naked breasts. Her hands slipped down the knight's back, clawing at the material as she burned with liquid fire. The material-- she hated it! She wished to feel Euphoné's bare skin, that beautiful ice-pale skin she had seen before, pressed against her own.
Euphoné unlaced her doublet and slid it off her shoulders, then reached down and lifted the hem of her tunic up until it bunched around her middle. Vervain's hands fell upon the now-bare skin of the knight's waist, caressed it.
Ah, but there was still material there-- the waistband of her underwear. Vervain slipped her hands over it, followed the smooth tone of the muscular buttocks underneath and squeezed.
It was Euphoné's turn to gasp. She pulled away, reached back and pulled the waistband down with Vervain's help. Then she returned to kissing the demoness, drawing her lips across the ridge of her slender jaw and down the soft valley of her neck.
"Ah!" Vervain had abandoned Euphoné's underwear around her knees, greedy to feel the newly-bared smoothness of her skin. Her fingers danced up her legs from the cusps behind her knees, along the back of her thighs and over the gorgeous curve of her buttocks. Her fingers slid around them and found a boiling wetness waiting between her legs.