Disclaimer: All persons engaged in sexual activity or otherwise sexualized are over 18.
I never expected life as a prisoner could feel so very ordinary. It had been a week since the monsters first appeared, four days since I had woken up, and things had already fallen into something of a routine. Wake up, eat, socialize, undergo rigorous scientific experimentation and testing, eat again, socialize some more, then sleep.
Just in the last few days, life fell into this predictable rut. When I woke up as a succubus, I somehow expected my life to suddenly be filled with adventure and excitement. Maybe it was simply the overactive imagination of a once-dungeons and dragons nerd, but I was still waiting for that call to action that would give some sort of meaning to the strange turn my life had taken.
The creatures of fantastic myth and legend that surrounded me every day were just scared people, and somewhere deep down, I don't think any of us expected to have a fairytale ending. The expressions of our jailers were always just a bit too tight, their fingers a little too close to their triggers for comfort. We were all waiting for the hammer to drop.
Well, perhaps not all of us.
Victoria, who had pretty much attached herself to my side since she first found me, remained an unflagging source of optimism and hope in our otherwise bland surroundings. I think the girl's eternal enthusiasm was what really endeared her to me, other the admittedly amazing body and our shared history, brief though it was. She really helped me stay sane, and I was coming to deeply care about her.
The nightly mind-blowing sex didn't hurt either.
In our shared isolation from the rest of the world, one of the most popular topics of conversation had become what life outside the walls of the camp would be like. The monsters who met with family members were constantly hounded by their fellows for details about what was going on outside, and the ambiguity of their answers only drove the fervor.
Some said that the lockdown was still in effect and everything was quiet. Others insisted that each state was preparing to go to war over the status of the monsters within their borders. A deeply persistent rumor stated that monsters roamed the countryside in packs, attacking humans and chased by the authorities. And yet, more insisted that we would be released within the month and life would return to normal.
While I didn't want to sound paranoid, it was almost like our captors were trying to obfuscate the reality of the outside world to us. Maybe they were forcing visitors to tell a certain story? Or perhaps even outside, no one really knew what was going on. In either case, the camp had become an isolated bubble, and we all ate up every rumor and scrap of information just to stave off the monotony.
And yet, when the outside world finally did come crashing down on the internment camp, the truth was more outlandish than any of us could have dreamed.
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I stared into the deep blue pools of Victoria's eyes as she held me in her arms. Her face was slowly turning red and she was starting to breathe heavily from exertion. I laced my arms tighter around her neck.
"Victoria, I'm really not so sure about this..." I said as I stared into her eyes. Was she really going to make me?
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Just do it. Please, you've been waiting so long."
I started to shift against her muscled form, her generous breasts pressing enticingly against mine. I caught my lip between my teeth and look up at her through my lashes. "But couldn't we just wait until later...?"
Her face scrunched up in frustration, and with an affronted grunt, she dropped me out of her arms. With a shriek I fell towards the ground.
And fell.
And continued to fall.
I can't believe that bitch really dropped me.
The wind roared against my ears as I turned to face the rapidly approaching ground. My heart was thudding rapidly in my chest and I pushed down the vertigo that threatened to overwhelm me. Okay, I know how this is supposed to work in theory, right? Extend the wings, catch the wind, feel for thermals to glide back into the air.
Easier said than done.
My attempts to right myself in the air had just put me at an awkward angle, and as I unfurled my wings, they didn't catch the wind so much as cut through it, and soon I was rapidly accelerating towards the ground. I thought I heard a shout from above me, but I was a little preoccupied to pay attention.
Pull up, damnit, pull up!
Suddenly I felt a pressure on those unfamiliar flaps of skin that stretched between the bones of my wings, and I angled forward from my unintentional dive. I kept gradually shifting the angle of my wings as the pressure increased, and then I felt the minute change of warmer air. I was finally horizontal! I gave a powerful beat of my wings, turning the momentum of my freefall into a boost of speed that shot me across the air above the field.
I was flying. Holy shit, I was flying!
A euphoric laugh burst from my chest, and I spiraled upwards along the air currents. The clumsy weight of my ever-present wings became fine-tuned aerial instruments, and I twisted and swirled in the air as the muscles along my back powered my flight upwards as if acting on memory.
I spotted a sun-lit form above me, and I put on a boost of speed, rocketing towards the figure. Reaching her in seconds, I barreled into her hovering form, her shriek of outrage music to my ears as we both began to plummet towards the ground.
Victoria beat at my arms as she fought to free herself, but her flushed face was grinning. I pushed off of her and righted myself with a few correcting flaps. She fell for a moment longer before swooping back around to come face to face with me.
We both panted and looked at one another, two pairs of wings, white and crimson, beating slowly in the air.
"You know," I said. "There was a nice way to do that."
Victoria giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "You were being so obstinate! Four days and you refused to actually get in the sky. You've got wings babe, you needed to use them!"
"Alright, but you don't need to drop me to my death to prove it!"
She gave me a very smug look. "And yet it worked perfectly. My parents threw me in a freezing cold river to teach me how to swim, the old Viking way! Sink or swim, Lilith."
I rolled my eyes. "You're fucking with me, they did not. Waifish little Victoria would have sunk like a rock."
She had the decency to duck her head and blush. Cheeky girl. She probably got private lessons in a heated pool like every other overprivileged brat at St. Paul.
I moved myself closer to her, and brought a finger to her chin, tilting her head back up to look at me. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips and smiled.
"Though it was unorthodox, I appreciated the lesson." I spoke. I couldn't stay mad at her, she was simply too cute when she blushed like that. She gave me a grin and then dove towards the ground with a triumphant yell.
I took a moment to simply admire the view, because it was incredible. We were maybe a couple hundred feet above the sprawling internment camp and CDC facility, which spread out in orderly rows about a mile in either direction. The camp was surrounded by a thick wooded area, which gave way to suburbs beyond. In the distance, the city of Atlanta shone in the late afternoon sun, and I was seized with the sudden urge to just start flying away, and damn the consequences.
With some persuasion by Sam and some helpful allowances by Dr. Campbell, Victoria and I had managed to convince some of the Homeland Security agents at the HQ building to allow us to fly above the camp and exercise our "rapidly atrophying wing muscles." I suspected that Campbell's medical note on the matter was more bullshit than truth. He was probably just trying to bribe me to let him run more tests on my seduction abilities. Fat chance of that.
A blush briefly graced my cheeks. Well, I had done some experimenting. Victoria had been an enthusiastic volunteer, and that invisible pink mist drove her absolutely wild. That was as far as I would go, however. I let the scientists poke and prod at me, and even run tests with holy water, but I wouldn't be mind-fucking anyone else. Not ever again if I could help it.
Our freedom to fly wasn't without limits. We were told very gravely that if we flew above a certain altitude or too near the edge of the camp, we would be fired upon immediately. I had thought the gate guard was joking about the anti-aircraft platforms, but I had noticed several camouflage-patterned vehicles with suspiciously large weapon arrays on their back tracking our every move.
I was roused from my reverie by a flash of white light and a whoop from Victoria. She had donned her golden armor and had spear and shield in hand, playfully stabbing and slashing as she swooped and twirled mid-air.
She was the spitting image of the Valkyrie in the video she had showed me a week ago, and I could just imagine her above the roiling waters of the North Sea, doing righteous battle with the great sea serpent. The mysterious video had become another topic of conversation at the camp, one with even fewer answers than the status of the outside world. It certainly seemed to be real, given everything that had happened, but as far as anyone knew, it was still set well before the appearance of the first monsters. Was it an early case? The prototype of a government experiment? Were we all about to be sent into battle against a mysterious race of sea creatures to save the world?
