Crimson Rose
I don't normally do the club scene. I only attend when the need arises, and tonight it arose when Layla invited me out. It's here night off from work and she wanted me to meet her girlfriend Kiera. The two had been hanging out for months now, not that I mind. It's college. I'm busy too, especially with my part-time job at a local bookstore. I'm a sophomore studying Biology and History. Yes, that's right...I'm an overachiever. Anyway, Layla and I have only been dating for a little while, certainly since we met during orientation and ended up in the same co-ed dorm, only a few rooms down.
It wasn't love at first sight. It was lust at first sight. Yep, that's right. Lust. Layla is a lean, cute brunette with an effervescent personality that I couldn't resist. The night she came to my room, she came with a bottle of wine and wore only a pull-over. She'd told the girls she was sharing a room with that she was wearing shorts. That was a lie. She wore nothing underneath. We'd barely opened the wine when she plopped down on the couch and parted her legs to flash me her pussy. From that night on, we'd been fucking like rabbits. Cats as she often says of our lustful encounters. The other thing that binds me to Layla is that she knows my secret. She'd figured it out pretty fast that night when I filled her cum multiple times. What can I say, really?
I have preternatural stamina and usually I mask it fairly well. I only cum once and suffer through the lingering urges till my love interest leaves. Then I masturbate or seek another lover. I was careless that night. I blame it on the wine. Not only did I expose my true nature with my stamina, but I carelessly exposed my inner radiance. By that, I mean I inadvertently let my power rise too far too fast and she saw that power in my eyes and felt it's warmth flow from me into her. You see, I am a living breathing fairy tale. In other words, I'm not human, not totally. I'm what you'd call a half-breed, a mortal born of the union between Faeries and humans. To explain, my mother was ensnared in a lover affair with a Fae prince when she lived in England. It went on for years. I was conceived only a year before it ended, rather tragically I might add when my father ran afoul of he Court and was exiled. He ended up dying in some brawl on the back streets of London.
My mother brought me home to America, to the beautiful coast of Mississippi. It's where I live now, save for my current and only temporary residence here in Nashville, Tennessee where I'm attending the university. I should say my twin sister Alexis and I do. Yes, that's right, I have a twin sister who lives with me in our apartment off-campus. Dorm life got old quick. Anyway, there's one other thing I have to explain. The Fae, despite whatever lore or tall tale one might have heard or read about these mischievous spirits, are as ethereal as Hollywood might portray them for the screen. However, in real life, they are very human looking, but human they are not. Most of the time they can be quite beguiling, really. When I say beguiling, I really mean that they're beyond irresistible to any naive mortal, especially if they're in full-on charm mode. They can be ugly too, hideous even, if they so desire. They can be anything they want to be when in the presence of mortals. They do so with the power call Glamour. By that, they can make a mortal see and experience anything they wish, for that's their defense mechanism when they're in the human world, which is more often than any human could imagine, if they indeed knew of their existence. Another power is Charm, which they use to bespell or enchant mortals.
By mortals, I mean humans for the most part. There are other mortal races in the shadows, but that is a story for another time. Anyway, the Fae usually go out of their way to avoid humans. It's sort of a love/hate thing. They resent the presence of humans in their world, but they can't live without them, for they bring far too much amusement. They also feed their lustful appetites, as seeing how I'm a product of their amorous endeavors. That's right, the Fae are quite lustful in nature. At one time, they were even called succubi and incubi, which are technically demons of an erotic nature. Despite what many claim, the Fae are not demons. They are not evil. They're just earth spirits who don't share human mores. They feed off of sexual desire and human lust, which is how they initially earned those names.
That brings me to my sister and I. No, we're not the only half-breeds in existence. There are many in fact, living in the shadows of this very modern world. The issue is that we look human. We act human. However, we are not human, as I've already pretty much stated. We're half-human and there are two things that set us forever apart from our human kin. The first is that we're preternaturally beautiful. We are perfection in a nutshell. We draw people in with that perfection. The way we look, the way we move, the way we smell...we're like natural pheromone factories. We draw humans in. The want to be close. However, we can never risk that, for if they somehow managed to peer through the Glamour and the Charm, then they'd see the truth. We'd be discovered and who knows the hell that'll unleash. So, we hide, as best we can by using our innate powers and our ability to harness magic. That power, however, comes at a cost. Unlike our immortal kin, we're very much mortal. Also like our Fae kin, we too feed off of sex and lust. The caveat is that if we don't feed, we waste away, or rather wither away. So, we're forced to feed. We're forced to set aside our very human instincts and morals and we feed so we can live another day, which means using our powers to hide in plain sight. That in turn requires feeding again...well it's a vicious cycle to say the least. To live the life of a half-breed...
"You're daydreaming."
I glance at Layla. She's smiling as she takes my hand and leads me deep into the club. Crimson Rose is a club that my kind frequents. There are Fae here too. Who knew when I arrived in Nashville that I'd find a healthy and quite vibrant Half-Fae population here. Who knew that Layla would be so into it. That was the amazing part about it all. She wasn't frightened, not in the least. In truth, knowing that I was part fairy tale only made her hornier, if that's even a term.
"I'm always daydreaming around you." I tell her as she sits me down in a semi-circular booth that abuts the back wall of the club.
Lovers come to this section to make out. Half-Fae and Fae come to feed on their lovers for the night. Prey as some call their nightly paramours. "That's what I love about you." She says huskily now as she shoves me next to Kiera. I'm stunned by her beauty. She's got a cute face, short yet oval in shape. Short blonde hair flows down the sides to touch her lower neck. She's wearing a one-piece dress that reveals her well-toned body beneath. She works out. Her skin is pale, but it's her eyes that capture me. The purest blue I've ever seen in a human. I can't help but wonder if she's got Fae blood in her.
"You're Damian." She grins seductively.
"That's me." I grin back.
"Layla has told me everything about you." She gives me the once over but lets her eyes sink to my crotch. "She's really bragged about how good a lover you are."
"Kiera!" Layla blushes.
